Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

But she rides the heavy thickness eagerly, expertly, takes in even the big wide swollen base. The other eight stop what they're doing, sit up, watch. They start to clap in rhythm with her downward thrusts. Everyone in the audience begins clapping too. The music plays. I have forgotten about Rae. I watch. I am almost repelled by the sight of the monster cock driving in and out of the tight pink cunt but at the same time it fascinates me and I feel myself cuming from just looking at it.

Lorraine nudges me again. "It's something, isn't it?" she says. "Sometimes they go on like this for hours."

"You've had them here before…?"

"No… not here, but I've seen them at their place on Dauphine Street. They put on a show almost every night. I've been a few times and thought it'd be a kick to have them do it up right here in my place. It is, isn't it? Wild, I mean. It kind of goes with the room I think. It's. costing enough but it's worth it." She pauses and turns again to look at the others. I look too and see that the platinum blond is still spearing herself with the glistening wet thickness of the elephant cock.

"It wasn't always a show," Lorraine goes on. "They just started as a bunch who used to get together for orgies. Then one night there was a pusher hanging around with some stuff but none of them had any money to buy. I guess one of the girls who knew that the pusher had a sex problem had the idea of letting him in to watch them go at it in exchange for some grass. Pretty soon they started selling tickets at five dollars apiece and it got to be a regular thing. And when the word got around, the price went up.

"That's what I call enjoying your work," she continues. "None of them need other jobs. Every time I see them, they've got someone new. I guess that one by one they just get worn out. I hear that sometimes they fake it. You can't really go through a thing like that every night. But I told them no faking here, that the kind of people I was having over would catch on in a minute. They aren't, are they? Faking it, I mean. I guess they really dig each other though. They all live together, take baths together. God, it's all right to eat and fuck each other like that especially for the money. But that washing and eating together stuff in between, I don't know…"

I stare out at the sweaty naked bodies on the floor. The girl with the white-blond hair keeps riding the elephant cock. The others. dance naked about them. Beyond, I see the door to the apartment open. Rae. My heart skips as I watch her come in. She is alone. She has on a clinging dark blue dress. She wears a small fur piece around her neck. She moves with poise across the room, her auburn hair bouncing lightly on her shoulders. She only glances at the tangle of flesh in the center of the room. She comes toward me.

Lorraine and I make room on the couch and Rae sits down between us. She smiles at me warmly, then turns to look at the couples on the carpet. She watches them without surprise or apparent emotion. She crosses her legs. They are long, slender. Her near ness intoxicates me. I detect the fragrance of her perfume.

I look back at the others. The man with the giant prick has stopped screwing the platinum blond and is standing up now. One of the other women is kneeling in front of him gobbling his cock. She tries hard but has trouble getting much of it into her mouth. The blond kneels down now next to the other woman and begins pressing kisses all along the milky whiteness of her thighs. I feel something touching my own thigh. Rae's hand. I feel the sparks shoot through me. She is very cool about it. Casual. I am tight, tense. But I pretend not to notice. I just keep looking down at the others on the floor.

Rae's hand moves over my skirt closer to my pussy. She caresses my thighs again. I wish I didn't have a skirt on. Or panties. I want to feel the touch of her fingers on my bare skin.

"… you enjoying the show?" she asks.

"I guess so… do you?"

"It's all right. I prefer to do things myself though."

"I do too."

We keep looking at the others. I spread my thighs some and Rae's hand moves smoothly beneath my skirt. Her hand reaches my panties. She has no trouble slipping two of her fingers under the hem to the hungry wetness of my pussy. I peak at her touch. I hold back a cry. I see now that all but two of the performers have formed a chain on the floor, each eating the sex of one of the others. Men eating women. Women eating. women. Women eating men. Some of Lorraine's guests have started making it with each other too. I feel Rae's slender fingers stroke the folds of my cunt. My pussy burns, itches. Aches beautifully. She presses her lips to my cheek. I feel her breath warm against my skin.

"Why don't you do me too?" she whispers. "Want to…?"

"Yes."

She uncrosses her legs. I slide my hand up under her skirt, find the creamy wetness of her pussy. I stroke the soft liquid folds. We kiss with open mouths, suck each other's tongues. I am burning up with the need for more of her.

"See them?" Rae says, nodding at a couple screwing on the carpet just beyond the cluster of naked bodies in the center of the room. She laughs quietly. "You'd never guess it, but they're married. I guess they really go for this sort of thing. That couple is having a time of it too," she says "… over there. I really don't care to see that. But it's different for us though, isn't it?"

"Yes oh yes… keep rubbing me"

"Shall we get down on the carpet too?"

"Really… do you want to…?"

"Everyone will be pretty soon. Nobody will notice us. We could do more to each • other that way… different things."

"Yes. I don't want to get mixed in with them in that circle though"

"No, just the two of us," she says.

"Are we going to get undressed?"

"We can do that gradually"

“Yes…"

In moments we are down on the floor and my panties are off and Rae is eating my cunt. I can hear the sounds of the music and of everyone fucking and eating each other. I thrill to Rae's touch as she strokes my breasts. She unsnaps my bra. She doesn't stop tonguing my pussy. I eat her too.

We rest our heads against each other's thighs. My eyes are almost shut but I can see the shining naked bodies of the ten still pumping against each other in the center of the room. I see the elephant prick pushing in and out of the swollen pink slit of the girl with the white-blond hair.

"Mmmm it's so nice with you," Rae murmurs. She chews at my thigh.

"… with you too," I say. I close my eyes all the way and enjoy the touch of her body on mine. I imagine how it would feel to have the giant cock pushing inside of me. I wish I could hold the grapefruit balls in my hands. I smell Rae's perfume. I think of the sweaty smell of a man.

I walk up and down Bourbon Street. Aimlessly. Not knowing where to go. I am tired of it with Jacques. I won't go back to Armand's. The walls of the room press in on me there. I am sick of the smell of wine. It is not enough with any of them. I need something more. More than Rae too. I wish that I could fly away from it all. But I cannot. I am a small bird only. Caged in. Without wings. It all oppresses me. I seek the cool breeze, the sun, a strange new touch…

I stop in a small restaurant. for coffee, drink it rapidly, leave. I start toward Canal Street but it is a long way and my feet ache. I stand on a corner for awhile. The laughing and talking crowds hurt my ears. Convertibles zoom by, tops down, girls' hair flowing back in the wind. Trucks rumble. I walk on past the seafood place. It is almost empty inside. My throbbing feet seem to sink deeper into the concrete sidewalk with each step.

Dauphine Street. Yes, that's it. I remember her telling me. It must be only a few blocks down. I don't know the number. There must be some kind of sign. I should see one of them. There were enough of them. Ten… I'll find the place. Introduce myself. I'm Carrie. I like to be fucked. No, it doesn't matter by whom. Anyone with a prick will do.