Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

He doesn't last long. I can tell when he starts spurting. His face gets very red. His body tenses. For a moment I can only see the whites of his eyes. Then the color leaves his face. He turns ashen. He slumps forward over the table.

Lorraine withdraws her hand. I can see her wiping it methodically on the leg of his trousers. "Well, that takes care of you, big boy. You. won't be needing me for anything else tonight, will you? Why don't you go watch the girls in the back room again?" she taunts. "Maybe if you look long enough you'll be able to get your cock hard again."

Lorraine laughs and keeps laughing as he gets up and stumbles away from the table, trying to cover the big wet spots on his trousers with his hands. He hurries into the men's room. Lorraine turns to me. She is still laughing. "How do you like that for getting rid of a creep with a dozen easy strokes?"

"Wasn't it rather cruel?" I can't help saying.

"Cruel…? He got his rocks off. That's all he wanted. That's all any of them want." She leans toward me. Her elbow presses against mine. "I'd just as soon leave here… why don't we go to my place? Have a drink there. Okay?"

I nod. "All right."

"First I've got to go wash off my hands. He must have shot out a gallon of the stuff. Be back in a minute."

I watch her walk across the carpet to the ladies' room. She has a sexy figure and the men at some of the tables turn to stare at her as she goes by I don't enjoy it much being with her. She is too harsh. I don't really want to go with her now but I feel committed.

The decor of Lorraine's apartment startles me when we go in. The furniture is mod and there are lots of clashing colors. There are all sorts of gadgets scattered about, and mobiles hanging from the ceiling begin to move as she turned on the rather dim lights. A tall, thin totem pole with a dozen eyes seems to leer at me as the eyes keep opening shutting. There is a barber's pole with stripes of many colors that goes slowly around and around. A stereo comes on and plays dissonant music.

I stare at the mobile in the center of the room, watching the balancing bodies of naked men and women more slowly about. The woman's breasts are huge, their cunts gaping. The men's cock jut out almost grotesquely. The walls of the room are covered with large posters, most of them sexual. Naked women. Naked men. Feeling each other. Fucking each other. Two of the women are eating each other. I see two yellowish posters with the naked man in one reaching across the wall to rub the widespread cunt lips of the woman in the other.

"… like it?" Lorraine asks.

I laugh tightly. "Which…?"

"All of it?"

"… it's interesting. I've never seen anything like it."

"I wanted to have an apartment that was something special. Something I could show off to my friends. And it gives me a kick when I feel down. This one over here is my favorite…"

She is pointing to a sculpture in the corner of the room but it is too dark to see it clearly. I step closer. Then suddenly a spotlight comes on and shines on it. There are three figures. At the base of the sculpture a woman sits with her hair fanned back over her shoulders. She is leaning back slightly, supporting herself on her hands. Next to her stands a man. The tip of his erect penis is only an inch or so from her mouth which is turned toward him. Between the woman's legs kneels another woman, her head bent just above the first woman's cunt. The whole thing is done in some kind of greyish clay like material but it lights up in brilliant changing colors as the revolving spotlight shines on it.

"Watch this," says Lorraine. She presses a button at the base of the sculpture. I hear a whirring noise. The woman sits up a little more and the cock of the man standing enters her mouth. The two figures move back and forth as she sucks him. The kneeling woman bends forward farther and starts eating the first woman's cunt. The figures are each about eighteen inches high. They look very strange moving under the colored lights. I stare at them. The music from the stereo plays.

"That's me on the bottom," Lorraine laughs. "I've got both of the others just as I like them." She gestures about the room. "Everyone says it's weird but they're all crazy to come here to turn on. Shall we have a drink? Or smoke a joint?"

I don't want any grass. The odd room affects me strangely but I have no interest in turning on with Lorraine. "A drink would be fine," I say. "Bourbon maybe…"

"I'll get it. You look around at everything. Tell me what you like best."

We sit opposite each other on sections of a big green circular davenport. Lorraine crosses her legs so that her skirt hikes up her thighs almost to her pussy. She drinks her drink slowly, all the time looking at me. I start to feel uncomfortable being alone with her.

She must. read my mind. She asks if I'd mind if she invited over a couple of her friends. "They live in this building," she says. "On the next floor up. They're very nice."

"… sounds fine to me," I say.

She makes a phone call and in a few minutes there is a knock at the door. Lorraine goes to open it. I am surprised that her friends are women. And disappointed. The first to enter is a rather nondescript blond. She vaguely resembles Lorraine but is not nearly as pretty. The other is a tall striking willowy girl with lovely features and flaming auburn hair. Lorraine introduces us all around. The tall girl's name is Rae. I don't catch the name of the blond.

We all sit down. Rae sits next to Lorraine. I am with the blond. I find this arrangement vaguely irritating. We exchange small talk about this and that. I gaze across at Rae. She crosses her legs. She isn't wearing stockings.

Lorraine laughingly tells about jerking off the boy at the bar.

The blond laughs coarsely with her.

Rae only smiles.

I don't laugh or smile at all. I find myself staring at one of the nude posters on the wall. The strong smell of the blond's perfume annoys me.

"Let's pass a joint," Lorraine says. She goes to another room and comes back with one.

"Aren't we going to change first…?" the blond says. She turns to me. "Lory has these way out costumes. Have you seen them?

I shake my head.

"I'm comfortable this way," Rae says. "Let's just stay dressed as we are."

"Okay… whatever you say," Lorraine says.

The blond sulks a little. I wish she wasn't sitting next to me. I wish I was next to Rae. I try to keep from staring but my eyes keep going back to her. She has unusually smooth beautiful skin.

Lorraine lights the joint, takes one deep puff and gives it to Rae. Rae holds it for a moment, watching the smoke rise. She brings the cigarette slowly to her lips. They part, pink and moist. She puffs lightly, exhales in a natural easy breath. She brings the cigarette over to me. Her legs are slender and tan under a light blue skirt.

She hands me the joint. Our fingertips brush. I feel a strange tingling inside me. Rae smiles. "It's strong," she cautions. "Take just one puff." Her voice is even, smooth.

I smile back. "Thank you," I say. I puff the joint just once as she suggested. I realize suddenly that Rae is sitting next to me now. She has done it so smoothly I hadn't even noticed. I hand the cigarette to the blond. She sucks in deep on it several times, then takes it over to Lorraine and sits down next to her.

I turn to Rae. "I've smoked pot before," I say, "so it's really nothing new to me."

She smiles. "I know… but the ones Lorraine gets are strong. Too much at once and you won't know what you're doing."

"Can you feel it yet?" Rae asks.

"Yes… a little I think."

"These take a minute. Then it all comes on you at once." She places her hand on my shoulder. I flinch instinctively and she draws her hand quickly away. "Are you a straight?" she asks, surprise in her voice.