Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

We finish in a single violent explosion. Rae moves her mouth away from me. But I am still hungry for her and keep my mouth against the deep wet pool of her cunt. I drink in her wetness until her pussy lips begin to dry. I sit up then and lie back next to her. I press my cheek against hers. Her skin feels cool. I can smell the fragrance of her perfume. A strand of her hair tickles my face. We caress each other's breasts. Very slowly. Tenderly. She is beautiful. She is soft. Everything is warmth… softness… velvet…

Armand is screwing me. My legs are locked around his back. His thick meaty cock is;pushing in and out of my cunt. But I feel almost nothing with him. I am thinking of Rae. Twenty minutes ago I finished it with Hal but it wasn't any good with him either. He is asleep now next to us.

I wish it were over with Armand too, that I hadn't wakened him to start it. He is too heavy on me. I don't like the smell of his sweat. His fingers against my breasts are like thick stubby clubs. I came with Hal when he fucked me. Just once. Mildly. Right at the end. I probably will with Armand when he finishes in a few minutes too. But it won't be anything really.

The only reason I am fucking Armand the only reason I screwed Hal before is that it bothers me some about Rae. Bothers me that I could react so violently to another woman's touch. Bothers me that after being with her I don't have any interest in men. I couldn't stand the thought of being a lesbian… queer… gay…

I ride up against Armand's big prick trying to make it feel good, trying to enjoy the warm thickness of it sliding in and out of my cunt. But it isn't any use. I am only going through the motions. I wait for him to cum and get it over with. I drive back harder against him. He reacts the way I want him to. I feel his cum spill into me. I wait for him to climb off.

I lie between the two of them trying to get back to sleep. I hear them snoring. They both roll toward me and I feel I am being crushed. I slide out from between them. I get up and pull on my dress.

It isn't until I am outside that- I realize I won't be going back there again except to get my things. I feel a little sad for a moment about that. But I have had enough of it. I am restless, bored, depressed. It is more than just a worry about everything with Rae. I want to go on… have to go on. There must be something. There must be a place. Somewhere…

I find Jacques again. We go to the same restaurant for shrimp. I see the handsome black waiter but don't pay much attention to him. I am concentrating on Jacques. I know he probably wonders what I want. with him after the way it ended before. I laugh to myself. Maybe he thinks I prefer to suck.

But I am intent on really making it with him this time. I need to make him want me. I need to make myself want him. I need to be able to make his prick hard enough to screw me. I have it in my mind that if I can get him stiff enough it will excite me too and get rid of the thoughts that bother me about Rae.

I nudge him with my knee as we finish our third mug of beer. "Let's leave… go to your place," I say.

I sit on the black velvet sofa waiting for him to finish making our drinks. I am impatient. I smoke my cigarette and brush off the ash.

He brings the drinks and stands in front of me. I stare at the large but soft looking bulge in his trousers.

I take my drink, taste it. "Mmm, you didn't tell me you were making martinis."

"I don't have anything but gin. Unless you'd rather have another beer."

"No, this is delicious… Don't sit down, just stand there."

"Hmm?"

"Here in front of me. Just stand like you were."

He looks at me puzzled. "Why?"

I smile. "No special reason. I just like to look at you… the way your prick bulges out against your pants. Shall I unzip you?"

"Whatever you say…"

I know that he thinks I just have it in mind to eat him again and I don't let on that I am thinking anything else. I unzip his trousers. His prick comes out big and thick but not at all hard. I get out his balls too. I caress the sac that holds them with the tips of my fingers. I stroke his cock teasingly. I know that if I'm going to get it stiff enough to fuck me I should try to work him up to it right away.

"Do you like me to touch you like this?" I ask.

"Yes…"

"… here?"

He moans a little.

"How about here… down here wear your balls?"

"Yes… Jesus!" He grits his teeth. His eyes are shut. But his cock remains soft, supple.

"You have a good prick to hold," I say. "It's bigger even soft like this than most men's are when they're hard."

"… you think so?"

"Mmm hmm. If it got really stiff, I bet it'd barely. fit inside me. That'd feel nice to have it rub so thick and hard against my cunt. Mmm, it makes me warm all over just to think about it… to look at you there. Your prick is like a soldier. Let's make it stand at attention. Proud. See the helmet it wears. It goes into battle. It fights. Your balls give it ammunition. I am the enemy. I make you big, then I swallow you up and make you small again."

"Do it then -"

"First I should salute…"

His eyes flash. "Do it… eat me. Don't make a joke!"

I laugh. "Don't be upset," I say. "I was just enjoying you… looking at your big cock. Shall I kiss it? Lick the tip?"

"Yes." His cock rises slightly.

"I'll suck you then. I'll bet I can make you hard. Mmm, you're getting some backbone in you now. I'll make you like iron." I press my lips to the tip of his prick. "I love to kiss you like this. You taste so good. I won't talk anymore. I'll eat you… kiss you again first. Like this… here. Now take you inside my mouth. Suck you."

I slip his prick deep into my mouth and suck it. I rub the underside of the hairy base with my fingertips. I feel it suddenly grow rigid in my mouth.

Immediately I am up. I strip off my panties, pull my skirt up over my belly. I bend over the sofa and thrust my buttocks out at him. My cunt is wet with the excitement of it. I reach back and grab his hard erect cock. "Fuck me now… screw me. Stick your big prick into me."

He pushes into my cunt with one hard lunge. He cries out his excitement. Urgently he drives his cock in and out of me. It feels good. He pumps harder faster deeper. I buck feverishly back against him.

In a moment it is over. His cock explodes, fills me with its cum. I cum too. It isn't as good at the end as I'd thought it would be but it is enough to end my worries about Rae. In a moment though, I feel the excitement drain out of me. I just stand there bending over the sofa with Jacques' softening prick still in my cunt. My back aches. It is a relief when he finally pulls out.

I straighten up. Jacques takes me by the arms and swings me around to face him. He is beaming. "Jesus, that was good," he says. "Let's,drink those martinis now."

I smile weakly. "All right…"

"Something wrong?" No.

He frowns some. "Maybe it wasn't good for you…?"

"No, it was fine that way. I just feel a little letdown now that it's over. I guess I just wanted it expected it to go on and on…"

"Maybe the martini will make you feel better."

"Yes, maybe…"

Lorraine calls and invites me to her place for a party. I've been staying with Jacques the last few days because I have nowhere else to go. Except back to Armand's and I haven't changed my mind about that. Staying with Jacques is at least something new. Lorraine says someone told her she could reach me there.

"When?" I ask.

"Tonight…"

I don't care much about seeing her but I am bored being only with Jacques. I think about; Rae. "Okay, I'll be there," I say. '

When I get to Lorraine's, no one else has arrived. "The others will be coming along soon," she tells me. She makes drinks. "Bacardi," she says, handing me mine."… like it?"