Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

"No. You mean the one with the vases?"

"Yes, all lined up in a row. I like that one… the way the woman looks… her face. I think you could sell it."

"For how much?"

"I don't know. I can't even guess. Sixty maybe."

He laughs. "You don't know the tourists. They don't want to spend money like that."

"Fifty then, try it. Someone will like it."

"They might like it but they won't buy it. I'll take it though anyway. What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"You looked strange for a minute. I thought maybe you didn't feel well."

"No, I'm all right. I guess I was just thinking. I had an unusual dream… different. Do you have a cigarette?"

"Yes… right here."

He hands me a crumpled pack and I get out a cigarette and light it. "I hope you didn't mind it about Hal…"

"Why should I? You did what you wanted to, didn't you?"

"I guess so. I never thought anything quite like that would happen though… both of you at once. Just so you're not angry or anything."

"I'm not angry," he says. His eyes look very blown, liquid. "Really though, I must go."

"I know. But you should eat first. I made some bacon earlier. I could heat it."

"All right."

"How about some eggs with it?"

He nods.

"Two?"

"Yes..:"

He eats breakfast quickly, gathers up his paintings and leaves. He doesn't kiss me good-bye but he clasps my hand tight when I place it on his shoulder. "I'll try to sell the Old Woman," he says. "If I do, I'll bring back some good wine."

Out the window I watch him walk slowly with his slight limp down the street toward the Square. A small boy comes out of a building, tags along with him. Together they turn the corner.

When Hal gets up I cook him eggs and bacon too. I have my housecoat on and he reaches for me playfully every time I go by the table. He is still naked. He gets his hand under the housecoat against the bare skin of my thighs.

I laugh. "Hey, haven't you had enough? You can't want it again so soon."

He moves his hand farther up my thigh, slips a finger between the dry lips of my cunt. I didn't really screw you before, you know."

"You didn't? It felt like it to me. I can still feel it" I laugh. "I probably will for a week.

He rubs my pussy. "… here, I mean. In your cunt. The other was good but I want to fuck you here too."

"… now?"

"Don't you want to?"

"Mmm hmm… sure. I'm kind of worn out though. I'd like to take a bath first. Kind of freshen up."

"I'll bring my coffee and keep you company."

I run the water hot until the tub.is full. Hal helps me off with the housecoat and I step in. I lean against the back of the tub and try to relax. But I can't with him sitting there staring at me. I watch his prick rise slowly until it stands straight out. "You look as if you haven't had a woman in a month," I say laughing.

"It turns me on to look at you sitting there," he says. He kneels down nest to the tub. Want me to wash your breasts?" he asks.

"Mmm hmm… I'd love it." I hand him the soap.

He works up a lather in his hands, then begins soaping my breasts. He rubs too hard, hurts me.

"Hey… easier! I'm tender there… gently, do it gently."

"Sorry. This better? Like this?"

"Mmmm yes… I like your hands. When you do it like that they slide so nice."

"I'll wash your pussy now, all right?"

"Yes."

"You'll have to spread your legs a little."

I nod. I feel his finger slip through the wet mat of hair to my cunt lips. He strokes me slowly. "Does that feel as good as the other?"

"Yes… mmmm… you make me purr like a cat. Your cock looks like it's trying to get in the tub with me… sticking way out like that."

"Why don't I?"

"There isn't enough room. I could wash you there though… with you kneeling like that. Soap you. Rub you."

He gives me the soap and I get my hands sudsy. I wash his prick slowly, working the soap in. I like the way his cock skin feels so smooth and slippery with the soap on it. I move my hand lower and wash his balls. I get him all white and soapy, then rinse him off. I love to run my hands over the smooth skin of his prick.

"I can't get all the soap off when you're kneeling there," I say. "Why don't I get out and you can get in and rinse off. Then I'll eat you while you're so nice and clean. We'll go in the other room where it's comfortable… take our time, enjoy it."

We lie on the mattress, our bodies naked and still moist from the bath. The afternoon sun shines warm on us. It is perfect for it. I eat Hal first. I stroke his prick with my fingertips and bring it to my lips. I kiss his cockhead and lather it with my tongue. I press my mouth all along the slender pulsating shaft, making lipstick marks in an uneven row. I kiss his balls, his inner thighs. I slide my open mouth up along his cock, my tongue tasting his flesh.

I sit back, rest for a moment and bend down to him again. He is on his back now with his prick jutting up. I open my lips. The cockhead goes in. I let my teeth graze over it. I.slide my lips down farther until I have half of him in my mouth. I move my mouth back very slowly, teasing his taut wet skin with my tongue. I bite him. Lick him. I play with his balls, rub them gently against my chin. His prick is beautiful, good to have between my lips, the smoothness, the warmth, the sweet taste of it. It is made to be eaten. I am made to eat it. I take it deep into my mouth, suck it until he is about to cum. I stop. I lie back. "Your turn now," I say.

He eats me exquisitely. He sucks my cunt lips, chews them a little. I feel his tongue dip deep into me, linger against the walls of my pussy. I cum as he licks my clitoris. Then everything settles down inside me for a minute and I relax and enjoy it.

It is late at night. Hot. The three of us sleep naked on the mattress. We have the windows open wide but there is no breeze. I feel restless, get up for a cigarette and sit by the window. In the room across the street I see the same couple I saw the first day I came here with Armand. They are talking, laughing about something, their arms around each other.

They come to the window and look out. The man fondles the woman's breasts. I wonder how often they've watched Hal or Armand or both of them fuck me. They can't see me now though. I've put out my cigarette and am hidden in darkness. They turn to face each other and embrace. I get the hot feeling in the pit of my stomach as the man begins to stroke the woman's pussy on the outside of her dress. She turns suddenly and draws the shade, but only halfway and I can still see his trousers and her skirt. In a moment her thighs are bare and I can see she isn't wearing panties. They move back deeper into the room and the man takes off his pants. I stare at his prick. It looks big and thick to me even from across the street. They get down on the bed. I watch them.

I put another cigarette in my mouth but don't light it. The cream begins to run in my cunt as I look at them. I want to be fucked too. I look over at Armand and Hal lying on their backs naked. Hal has screwed me almost every day since that first time a week ago, Armand less often. I know I could have either one or both of them now just by going over and waking them. But I can't help watching the others. I look at the man's cock pushing in and out of the woman's pussy and imagine how it would feel if it were in my cunt instead. I concentrate on it. Then suddenly they are finished and after a minute or so their light goes out. I sit there next to the window looking into the blackness and feeling strangely alone.

I go back to bed and crawl in between Armand and Hal. I reach down and take their soft pricks in my hands and stroke them very lightly. I don't want to wake them. Not now. I want to go over it again in my mind about the man and woman. I keep fondling Armand's cock. And Hal's. And keep imagining that the cock of the man across the way is pushing deeper and deeper into my cunt.