Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

"Yes, I haven't had one for a long time."

We sip the drinks, finish them. Lorraine makes two more, then excuses herself. She comes out of the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a lacy low-cut black negligee with tiny pearl snaps in front. "I feel more relaxed in one of these," she says. "I have lots of others if you'd care to wear one."

I shake my head no.

"Oh well, suit yourself," she says. "Anyway your dress is pretty." She puts on some records. Dance music. She comes back to the sofa and sits down and tries to put the make on me. I've been expecting this and don't want any part of it. I shy away from her.

"Not interested, huh?… too bad. But I can't blame you about feeling it for Rae and not for me. She's a stunner, isn't she?" Lorraine laughs her coarse laugh. "Oh don't worry, there are really others coming. I wouldn't pull something like that. I just asked you over a little early. Thought we might have some fun. But relax, we'll just have our drinks and wait for the rest of them."

We listen to the records. Lorraine tells about the different women she has made it with. And the men. Compares them. I keep drinking and watching the door.

It is almost eight before anyone else gets there. When Lorraine answers the door, it is the floozy blond who lives with Rae. She is alone. "Rae will be a little late," the blond says to Lorraine. "She's still at work." She spots me on the sofa then. "Well hello, lover." She laughs harshly. She and Lorraine are a pair. They deserve each other. But it stirs me to know that Rae is coming and I smile as pleasantly as I can.

The rest of the guests begin to arrive. Another girl, that I don't know. Then two men. I recognize one of them as the pitchman from one of the strip joints on Bourbon Street. He is tall and bony with a thin mustache. I am beginning to think that this is going to be a strange thing but then a few couples come in and I start to feel better about it all. By eight-thirty there are at least twenty guests there. I keep looking for Rae and glancing at my watch.

Lorraine goes about telling everyone to help themselves to drinks. A few in the crowd start puffing grass. I enjoy the smell of it but I stick to my regular cigarettes. Everybody keeps talking about some show and asking Lorraine when it's going to start. "Soon," she says "… don't be in such a hurry… take it easy… relax." She laughs roughly.

Sometime after nine, ten people arrive all at once. Six women. Four men. Rae isn't among them. They all seem to be high on pot. They are dressed strangely, the men all in black, the women in pastels. Costumes almost. They look something like a troupe of magicians. They walk into the place as if they own it. Everyone else backs away. The two men help Lorraine pull back the sections of the sofa to form a larger circle. The ten of them gather in the middle of the circle, smoking grass and gulping drinks the other guests bring to them. Someone moves the coffee table out of the way. The rest of the guests gather about, sitting on the sofa or standing behind it.

"Hey, turn up the lights somebody," one of the men calls out. The blond goes to the switch and the lights come on bright. Lorraine's posters and mobiles look grotesque, obscene. A spotlight focuses oh the oddly dressed group that has just arrived. Everyone is talking loudly. I can't make out much of what they say.

"If you'll all be quiet a minute, we can get started," Lorraine calls out. The noise dies. Lorraine goes over to the group, says something to one of the men, then comes back to her place next to me. The music from the stereo starts up.

Lorraine turns to me. "Oh, I'll bet you don't even know what's going on. I told most of the others but I meant to keep it a surprise for you. Not this long though. Oh well, just watch, you'll see..

The ten of them line up in a row. They clasp hands, bow toward us. Then turn and bow to the guests on the opposite side of the room. They are all quite nice looking. Two of the men have longish hair and beards. There is a scattering of applause when they bow.

It begins slowly. It is obviously some kind of show but none of them say anything. They only hum along with the music. Their eyes seem to shine. Nine of them form a circle around one of the women, a very pretty girl with white-blond hair.

One of the men steps up next to her, begins undressing her. In a minute she is naked. The others in the circle stand aside so that the audience can see. The man feels her breasts, strokes her pussy, eases her down onto the carpet. She unzips his pants and draws out his cock. She pulls it up to her cunt. He climbs over her, begins to fuck her.

One of the other women, a brunette, kneels down next to the man and slowly takes off his clothes while he screws the girl with the white-blond hair. She rubs his bare ass with her hands and fingers, then reaches between his legs and plays with his balls. He pushes his prick harder and deeper into the blond. A second man kneels next to the face of the girl who is being fucked. Together they get out his prick. She props herself up on an elbow and sucks it deep into her mouth. He fondles her breasts. The first man keeps fucking her. The brunette keeps rubbing his balls and the base of his cock. The others in the group gather closer and begin stripping off the rest of the clothes of the four on the floor. They do this in time with the music, as if they have rehearsed it. Except for an occasional cough, the room is quiet as everyone watches.

I stare at the four naked bodies on the floor eating and fucking each other. They do it all very slowly, tantalizingly. My panties begin to get wet and sticky. The music slows, stops. The men and women on the floor and in the circle stop moving, remain as they are, frozen like statues. I watch. I wait.

I hear Lorraine's throaty laugh. "Now comes the part I like," she says. She nudges me with her elbow. I hear the music start in again. The two men and two, women who have been fucking and eating each other disengage and stand up. The six who are still dressed begin rubbing the cocks and cunts of those who are naked. Nobody seems to be with anybody in particular.

The tempo of the music picks up. Suddenly the four who are naked start stripping off the clothes of the rest of them. They do it very rapidly, tossing the pastel dresses and dark suits into a pile on the floor. The ten of them stop for a moment, turn to face us and bow slightly, then as the music picks up even faster they all begin to kiss and fondle and eat and screw each other. Urgently. Furiously.

They do it standing up at first, then get down on the carpet. All ten of them. They lunge and buck and thrust themselves against each other; their naked bodies now glistening with sweat. They fuck in time with the music. They eat each other in time with the music. A young girl with long brown hair sucks the cock of a handsomely muscled man while another girl feels his balls. A second man rams his prick into her from behind. The group of them are all in a tangle. I have never seen so much naked flesh.

The cock of one of the men is immense. I stare at it. Mentally I measure it. It is enormously thick, heavy looking, with a gigantic bulging head. It looks to be almost a foot long. I persuade myself that it must. be some kind of fake, a dildo, but then the man turns slightly and I can see the flesh gleaming in the light.

Two of the women kneel down and both begin kissing the huge cock. They lick it. They take turns sucking it. The man lies back on the carpet, his feet pointing toward me, his prick jutting up immense and thick. The girl with the white-blond hair steps over him, straddles him, lowers herself slowly down onto him. One of the other women guides the head of his prick into the blond's small pink slit. The blond pushes down. I see her cunt lips spread as the huge cock pokes in. She impales herself on it. I am sure that the giant prick must be splitting her, tearing her tender skin.