Chapter 3
Festivities were at their height there. Roger knew a good Creole-type restaurant, he said, so we were trying to thread our way there. People on balconies were throwing confetti down on the crowd, and we laughed gaily as it settled on our heads and shoulders. Other pressed beers into our hands and urged us to drink. A bunch of hippies walked by, staring in wonderment around them as though they were stoned on acid or something. The sounds of drums and jazz clarinets snaked their way through closed doors of music parlors. A group of partyers was dancing in a circle and they grabbed us as we walked by and formed their circle around us. With arms linked they chanted songs. We got into the mood and danced around wildly, giving them a good show. They loved it, and whooped and wailed like Indians at a rain dance. The whole thing was so thrilling to me-my heart was beating wildly and my face was flushed with excitement.
There were bodies everywhere-men's muscular bodies and women's soft ones. It was like group sex. I wondered what would happen if everyone took their clothes off and started fucking right there on the street. It would be a wilder scene than it already was.
Finally we found the place we were looking for. It too was crowded, but it was a lot calmer than outside. We sat and had cocktails while we waited for our table. Finally the hostess, dressed in a very low-cut dress, came to tell us our table was ready. She led us to it. I couldn't help but notice how Line and Roger stared at her pert behind as they followed her. I wasn't jealous though-I intended to stare at many a male behind myself. There was no reason for any of us to tie each other down. We were all there to enjoy ourselves, not to ruin our time with silly rules.
In fact, that was pretty much my philosophy in life, and Melba's too. We had decided to live freely, doing what we wanted, without hurting anyone. It had worked out well too. We had been travelling like this for some time now, and we were getting along great with each other, and having a grand time wherever we went. I had wondered if I would get tired of cock, having a different one almost every night. But instead, my need for it seemed to grow, and so did my pleasure when I got it. I thought back over the blow job I had just given Roger and my pussy started to throb anew.
We reached the table and sat down. I was opposite Melba and in between Line and Roger. I felt very privileged to be seated so near two such gorgeous and sexy men. Our legs all bumped under the table. Thrills raced to my cunt and my face flushed a bright red. I could feel the warmth spread all around my empty belly, making me grow with desire.
The waiter brought our menus, so I decided to forget sexual pleasure for just a little while so I could concentrate on eating pleasures. Roger knew all about this type of food, so he ordered for all of us. We all shared our dishes of red beans and rice, jumbalaya, prawns, and a delicious assortment of other specialty food. We all fed each other, playing erotic little games with the food. We laughed and giggled like children together.
After dinner they took us to a funky little jazz parlor where Line played sometimes. Melba had told me he was a pretty good piano player. He was off that night though, and the four of us sat and had a few more drinks and listened to some mellow music for the next few hours.
Roger played with my knees and thighs the whole time we sat there. His fingers strummed lightly on my flesh, giving me hot flashes of desire. I was enjoying myself at the club, but with Roger playing with me like that I began to wish we were back at Line's place.
Finally we did decide to go. The crowd had thinned considerably by this time, but we still had to push and shove our way back. At last, breathless and laughing, we burst into the inner courtyard and then the front door of Line's flat. Quickly we said our goodnights and went into our respective bedrooms-me and Roger into one and Line and Melba into the other.
Roger stripped off his clothes right away. This was the first time I had seen him naked, even though I had sucked his cock earlier. I gazed in admiration at his broad shoulders and back, his smooth muscular arms and legs, and of course, the prick that jutted from his hips like a giant tree trunk. He had a full hard-on, a fact that started the throbbing in my cunt to begin anew. He closed the door and then climbed into bed. I started to get undressed.
"Ever do a strip tease?" he asked me suddenly. I was a little surprised, but the idea actually appealed to me. I never had done one, but it sounded like an interesting challenge. I guess I've always been sort of an exhibitionist. Even when I was a little girl, my mom used to tell me I would pull down my pants for strangers on the street. And when I got the motorcycle, I loved to ride on it wearing only hotpants and a skimpy top. I have a sexy figure, and I enjoy the fact that it turns men on.
"No, I never have," I answered him. In an insinuating voice I said, "Would you like me to?" I saw his prick give a twitch. "You bet I would," he said. "Your body is out of this world! I could really dig seeing you strip for me."
The idea turned me on, especially when I saw how much it excited him. He was sitting on the bed, resting back against the pillows, his prong arching way out from his belly. I tried to think of the most erotic things to do.
I was wearing jeans and a button-down blouse, with a scarf around my waist for a belt. I undid the scarf and snaked it over my body a few times. I stood before the bed, swaying and undulating before my avid audience. He was very appreciative-his cock jerked and twitched in response to my movements.
I licked my lips, running my tongue slowly around the soft pink edges of my mouth, delicately caressing the tips of my teeth. As I did that, I stroked my breasts with my flattened palms, then circled my tits with my thumbs. They stood out stiffly through the thin material. I did that repeatedly, slowly and teasingly. I could see his eyes glittering with lust. I was turning myself on too. It was like masturbating, but with the added angle that he was watching me.
I slid my hands down to my thighs. I gripped my legs and stroked there too, running my fingertips up into my crotch area. I spread my legs open wider, still undulating and making slow fucking thrusts with my pelvis. Then with one hand gently playing with a tit, the other hand covered my vee mound and pushed up and down. I let my head fall back and my hair swung freely, gently swishing over my back and ass.
I started unbuttoning the blouse. As slowly as I possibly could, I undid the buttons one by one and peeled the cloth away from my hot flesh. Inch by inch I revealed more and more creamy skin to him. The material fell away from my deep cleft, showing the white mounds of my breasts with their darkened tips. When the last button was opened, I drew the blouse off my shoulders. Naked from the waist up, I stood before him, my hands behind my back, offering him the sight of my firm boobs. He moaned and touched his hardened cock.
Then I let the blouse fall to the floor. With my fingers I played with my tits, toying with the swollen red nipples. His hand was frigging gently up and down the length of his stiffened shaft. With my hands underneath my creamy breasts I cupped them and offered them up to him. Then I took one and brought the nipple up to my lips. It could reach the whole way. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it, and then did the same with the other one. Roger was growing impatient with desire-he kept changing position on the bed and toying with his cock.
I unsnapped my jeans and slowly, tauntingly, pulled down the zipper. He moaned excitedly when he saw my furry mound come into view. The curly blonde hairs popped out of their tight prison.
I turned around and slowly pulled the jeans off my ass. The thought of my fleshy white ass cheeks becoming visible turned me on as much as it probably turned him on to see it. To slip the jeans over my knees, I had to bend over. To do this I turned to the side. I wasn't going to show him my dripping cunt just yet.
The pants were off. I was completely naked before him. I took the scarf-a red one-off the floor where it had fallen, and snaked it again over my nude torso. It flitted softly over my breasts and drifted sensually over my loins and buttocks. Every once in a while it flapped lightly between my legs, caressing the throbbing wet pussy flesh there.
I dropped the scarf again. Swaying erotically before him, I grabbed my cuntlips in my fingers and pulled them out, mashing them against each other. He gasped at the sight of my clit, all red and swollen, and my juice oozing copiously from between my legs. With legs spread wide, I hunched my hips forward, presenting my naked snatch to his gaze. He was groaning and rubbing his balls and dick.
I was pretty excited myself, and didn't know how long I could last at this before I would climb on the bed and bury his manhood into my steaming hole. I had been wanting his cock desperately all night and now that it was so close I wasn't sure I could hold out much longer.
I turned my back to him and slowly bent over, presenting him with a lewd picture of my firm white asscheeks, framing my flowering pussyflesh.
"Jesus!" Roger exclaimed. "You're so fucking wet, Sandy. Get your ass over here, and get what's coming to you."
I needed no further urging. I climbed onto the wide double bed. He took me in his arms and lifted me towards him, laying me on my back on the satiny bedspread. I moaned and opened my thighs for him.
"Fuck me, baby," I said. I was aching for it. "I'm ready for you. Shove your meatroll way up there."
Roger groaned excitedly. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them passionately, almost violently, as though he would tear the delicate skin in his haste. He fell across me heavily, pinning me underneath his massive chest and erect rod. His cock flopped between my thighs, heavily searching for the gate to its pleasure.
It slid over my tumescent love bud, sending thrills of pleasure and desire racing through my already throbbing pussy. My wet slit was contracting rapidly, trying to draw this massive organ in. I reached down, took his shaft in my hand, and guided it to the entrance of my cunt. He felt the blunt tip touch my juicy hole. He gave a low moan and then shoved for all he was worth.
"Aaauuuugggggggghhhh!" I shrieked at the sudden painful intrusion of his huge cock. It split into me like a hot poker, rudely cutting into my hot flesh. Like a sword to the hilt, he rammed home. Then the momentary pain receded and was replaced by that amazing pleasure of being so searingly filled with cock. He held his position for a few seconds. I could feel his shaft pounding lustily in my seething cuntal walls. His cockhead reached deep into my womb, pricking that secret spot of fulfillment, satisfaction.
"Oh, yes, Roger, fuck me, fuck me hard!" I exclaimed with teeth clenched and eyes shut tight. I was drinking in the glorious sensation of his stuffing my pussy, and I was ready for a long hard ride.
He pulled out and then rammed home again, battering my cunt and womb with his powerful weapon. My body shook with the impact. Then again. And again. Each time it almost hurt my sensitive tissues. It went just a shade past that feeling though, to an intensely pleasurable one.
Blam! He shoved high and deep into my empty cuntal passageway, probing my aching womb, searching for the deepest place. Then he withdrew, leaving an open void in my body that so frantically needed to be filled.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to impale myself further onto his thundering rod. My clit pressed into his hard middle and rubbed pleasurably against it at every stroke of his prick.
"Take my cock!" he grunted, hammering it relentlessly up my seething channel. "Take-it-all!" Each word accompanied a plunge high into my cervix.
I was stretched to the breaking point, my pussy lips rendered helplessly open to his assaults. My cuntal walls tried to grip at his thickened column as it passed in and out of them with steady rhythm. He was braced by his hands on each side of me, using them for leverage while he pounded me from above. My cunt was upturned, a willing receptacle for his fiery shaft. My wetness drenched his cock like honey on a stick-I could smell the heavy muskiness of it.
Both of us were covered with sweat and were gasping for breath. He gripped my ass with his fingers, cruelly pinching the flesh, pulling our bellies closer, harder together. He quickened the pace of his strokes, faster and faster until he was hammering in and out of like a merciless drill, splitting my defenseless cunt, his balls slapping my ass crack.
"Ohhhh, God," I cried. "You're making me come. Oh, you're so good. Fuck me, fuuuccckkkkkkmeeeeeeeeee!"
My orgasm was slowly gathering strength, pricked to greater heights every second by his hammering dick. Wetness drooled out of my stretched cuntlips, creaming his pistoning cock and balls, tangling in his thick curly pubic hair. My legs released their tight hold on his middle. I was so enthralled with the fucking I was getting that I had no more energy to direct the movements of my muscles. I flopped uselessly beneath him, nothing more at that moment than a burning cunt receiving the titanic thrusts of his belly and cock. I lay there and took it all, gladly, willingly. My cries and moans of pleasure echoed through the room, and I'm sure were heard all over the building.
He grabbed my knees and forced them upwards so that they were bent on either side of his head, my feet falling uselessly over his broad shoulders. In this position I was completely open to him; my cunt faced perfectly upwards. He sawed in and out like a jack hammer, harder and faster, harder and faster every second 'til I thought I would go crazy with the agonizing pleasure of it. He face was streaked with sweat and his teeth were gritted in intense determination.
I felt the bubbling pool of my orgasm start to boil over, start to reach the point of no return. I moaned, knowing it was coming soon, unable to control it one bit, swept up in the tide of lust that was overtaking all my senses. Roger pistoned back and forth, in and out of my churning cunt, back and forth over my swollen clitoris.
He hiked his hips up, and that was the final stroke. "Ohhh, ahhhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm commmiiiiiinngggggg!" I shrieked as the dam burst and the pleasure spilled over in magnificent waves, churning madly through my cunt and womb. Liquid fireworks burst crazily through my loins as I moaned my pleasure and satisfaction; with his gigantic cock drilling steadily into my convulsing, pleasure-wracked cunt.
As though my orgasm was a signal to him, he gave a loud cry, dropped his weight heavily onto me, and plunged one last time before the cream shot forth from his laden nuts. Like a volcano, he erupted into my womb, spewing forth his creamy lava, splashing it onto the quivering walls of my still-orgasming pussy. "Uunnnnhhhhhhh!" he cried as the spunk gushed from his pricking tool, bathing my cunt with its warm wetness.
"Onnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried as another orgasm overtook me, my cunt clutching tightly around his spurting organ. My tortured pussy seized his cock like a milking machine, contracting violently, extracting every last drop it could possibly get, hoping there was still more. Spasm after spasm shook my belly with a thundering lust, wanton tremors sent electric messages to my seething nerve endings, shattering them with ultimate satisfaction.
Finally it was over. We both collapsed in a sodden heap on the bed, panting for breath, and sighing exhaustedly. Roger's cock was losing its stiffness and it slipped out of me, trailing gobs of his gism mixed with my thick lubrication. I knew they were staining the spread, but at that point I didn't care about anything but the warm glow between my legs, the satisfied ache of my clit and cunt. Roger threw his arm across me and we lay there happily together, basking in the warm glow of after-sex. That had been one shattering fuck, one that I would remember for a long time. I hated to admit it to myself, but it almost tempted me to stay on there, to become Roger's lover for a while.
But I often had such a temptation, especially after I had really good sex with a guy. And I always did regret leaving them in a way, for we had shared something special. But the open road called to me as always, and the promise of more open beds and willing cocks!