Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

He swings his legs back up onto the bed. I turn so that my mouth is in front of his prick, my belly against his face. I feel his fingers separate the folds of my pussy. His touch is delightful. I stroke his cock teasingly, take the tip into my mouth. He eats my cunt. I feel his tongue dip between my pussy lips. He reaches up and feels the points of my breasts.

I suck his prick. He has a different taste, a sweeter taste than other men. I like it. I swallow what I can from him as the stickiness keeps leaking out. It is like thick honey, like sweet wine. His cock is not hard but it fills my mouth. Thick. Supple. Smooth. I slide my lips down the outside of the shaft. I kiss his balls, press my tongue against them.

I go back to the big wet tip. I don't care now whether his cock gets hard. I just want to feel his scum spill against my throat. I want to taste it, drink it.

I suck him harder. I rub the tender skin behind his balls. I feel his hips lift, his hands grip my legs. I mouth his prick expectantly. It throbs. He lunges up. His seed spurts into my mouth, warm creamy, sweet. I swallow some of it, let the rest trickle out of my mouth. I lick his prick once more, then slip it out of my mouth and nuzzle my cheek in against its sticky softness.

I expect him to be satisfied, happy that he's finished in my mouth. But instead he gets up and paces about the room irritably, smoking a cigarette. He makes two drinks, hands me one. But he doesn't say anything. He avoids looking at me.

I feel awkward, try to think of something to say. "I think you were really hard enough for awhile there," I lie. "But I got so carried away I just couldn't stop eating you…"

He doesn't answer. He just looks at me blankly, takes a long swallow of his drink.

I give up trying to talk to him. I put the pillow under my head and lie back on it and close my eyes. After a few minutes I feel myself slipping off to sleep. When I wake hours later, the room is dark except for the dawn light seeping through the window. Jacques isn't in bed with me. I decide he must be gone and get up and dress quickly to leave.

As I cross the room to get my purse, I see him asleep on the sofa sitting up, his head drooped forward against his chest. I stand there looking at him for a moment. I feel sorry for him. I go out the door quietly, careful not to wake him. The streets are empty, bleak in the grey dawn. I pass a man who is pulling a cart filled with old clothes and bottles. The bottles rattle. There is debris all along the street.

After that I go out often. I never plan it but I get restless, bored, the feeling that I am in a prison and I have to get out. "I'm going for a walk," I say. Armand glances up from his paintings. He nods. Sometimes he smiles. Hal just stares at me. He'd screw me every night if I wanted him to but once or so a week now is enough for me with him. I crave something, someone new. Men I see along the street. Strangers who excite me when I just look at them. I am never in any hurry about finding someone. I only go for men who appeal to me strongly. Sometimes I end up just coming back to the room and crawling into bed between Armand and Hal and waking one or both of them to fuck me.

But when I do see a man I want, it never takes very long to get him into bed with me. Or into the back seat of a car. Or onto the damp grass of some small park. I play with their pricks. Eat them. I fuck them violently, pushing my cunt hard against their eager thrusts. The warmth of strange new cocks filling me thrills me and I cum again and again. Sometimes it doesn't work out and I leave their cars or rooms disappointed. But with most, it is everything I need and afterwards my body glows for hours. I go back to Armand's,feeling exuberant, vital, content, sure that for awhile I will want to be only with Armand and Hal.

But the glow goes away and I get restless again. Over several weeks I screw almost a dozen different men. It is a one time thing with each of them. I crave only the newness, the strangeness of their pricks pushing into.me and when it is over I go on to someone else.

One night I fuck a delivery man in the back of his truck. We knock over some sacks of groceries and a bag of oranges breaks and the oranges go rolling all about. Afterwards we peel some of them and eat them. He is young and his cock gets stiff again in a few minutes and we fuck a second time. Then we break open a bag of doughnuts and eat them until we are stuffed. Another night I pick up two sailors and we go back to their hotel room and drink warm beer. They get into a competition about me and try to exclude each other. Finally they almost get into a fight about it but I solve that by peeling off my clothes and pulling them both up close to me so that I can suck one's cock while the other screws me.

The cock of the sailor fucking me is surprisingly small and doesn't do me much good but the one I am eating is big and stiff so I take it easy while it is in my mouth to save his cuming for my cunt. It is worth it because when he screws me after the other sailor finishes, the tip of his prick pokes up all the way to the neck of my womb and I cum explosively over and over as he keeps fucking it into me.

We drink more beer afterwards and I think that the sex part of it is over but the sailor with the small cock gets a little drunk and insists that I 'suck him too so that he'll be even up with his buddy. I'm not interested and try to hold him off but he keeps sticking his soft small cock in my face. Finally I get up and grab my purse and start to leave but he blocks my way. When I can't get around him, I knee him hard in the groin and he hops away yelping. I hear the other sailor laughing as I hurry out the door. By the time I reach the elevator I can hear the sounds of the two of them scuffling and cursing at each other. I pick up another man at a bar down the street and come back to another room in the same hotel and spend the rest of the night with him.

I look sometimes for the man who lives in the room across from Armand's. I watch for him to come out of the building. I look for him along the streets. But I never see him. Finally, one afternoon I spot him coming down Royal Street. After a few minutes conversation I realize that he isn't the man from across the street after all. But I go to bed with him anyway. He fucks well and I forget my disappointment that he isn't the man I'd first thought.

It goes on like that. I feel, I eat, I fuck.

Armand has sold three paintings today and is in an unusually good mood. He takes Hal and Lorraine and me out to dinner. We come back to the room and he pours wine all around. It is an expensive wine he says. We drink for awhile, then he asks me to dance. His body feels good up against mine. I haven't been this close to him in days. He is a surprisingly good dancer and I enjoy gliding about the room with him. Lorraine and Hal sit on the mattress smoking a joint. Lorraine laughs as Armand and I almost lose our balance whirling about. Her laugh sounds coarse. I haven't seen her since the day I first came here.

Armand tires of dancing and we sit down and he pours more wine. Hal and Lorraine are rolling about on the mattress laughing and feeling each other and gradually getting out of their clothes. They start screwing. Armand and I drink our wine and watch them. Lorraine still has on a black half-slip but nothing else. Hal is naked. I watch his prick drive in and out of the pink wet folds of her cunt.

"Shall we smoke a little grass?" I ask Armand.

He raises his eyebrows.

"You look surprised," I say.

"It's just that it's the first time you've asked for it.

"I just feel like some… after the dinner and the wine and the dancing and all."

He gets a joint from the shelf in the kitchen. He lights it and we pass it back and forth. I inhale deeper than usual, suck the smoke down into my lungs. "Mmm I can feel it already," I say.