Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

I keep rubbing Rae's slit while she eats me. I move my hand down farther between her thighs and stroke the base of Mark's prick as he fucks her. I lean toward Mark, kiss him. "You are beautiful," I say.

I see Mark's eyes film over, his lips draw back tight against his teeth. "I'm going to finish now," he says.

Rae is tossing wildly beneath us. I hear her groan.

Mark clamps his eyes shut.

"Shall I keep rubbing your cock?" I ask.

"Yes…"

"Like this?"

"Yes… yes… I'm cuming…"

I make eggs and bacon for breakfast while Rae and Mark take showers. I cut up two grapefruits. I catch myself humming some tune that I haven't heard in years. Mark is still hungry after we finish eating and I end up cooking him another egg. "He needs it after all that exercise," Rae says laughing. The two of them look fresh and relaxed after coming out of the shower. Rae says she'll do the dishes if I want to take one. The three of us sit out on the balcony drinking coffee.

I ask Mark to move is with us. 'He only has a small room in some old hotel but he balks at my suggestion at first. He gives in though when I agree to accept monthly money from him toward the rent. "Sure…" I say smiling, "I didn't mean it to sound like I wanted you to be a kept man." He fucks me again that night while Rae is out finishing up her modeling job. It is his night off work. We make it last for almost an hour. I feel a little guilty about it with Rae not here but I cum half a dozen times at least. I rub his balls. He kisses me, mouths my breasts. I feel his cum spurt into me. We lie there getting back our breath. I love looking at him. "Are we going to do it again later… the three of us?" I ask. He nods. I laugh. "I don't see how you'll have anything left."

The next days are happy ones for me. I forget about everything else but the two of them. I watch their naked bodies glide smoothly about the room. I watch the whiteness of Rae's skin intertwine with Mark's blackness. I join in with them. We eat each other. We fuck. We spend long hours drinking coffee and listening to records on a new stereo I buy.

I buy other things, too. More paintings and lamps. Two wall length mirrors. Beautiful white drapes with a gold border that matches the carpet. I buy an expensive antique clock that doesn't go with anything, but I get it because Rae likes it. I buy a crystal chandelier for the center of the living room for no other reason than I imagine how it will be lying on the thick carpet watching the myriad reflections of our three bodies as we make love.

Mark has to work long hours at the seafood house and I don't like that at first. But it gives Rae and me chances to be alone… to chat, to take long baths together, to sunbathe afterwards on the balcony, to rub suntan lotion deep into each other's skin. Usually Rae goes with me at night in the car to pick up Mark from work. We drink cocktails or beer while we wait for the restaurant to close. We ignore the other men who make a play for us. We press our legs against each other while we watch Mark work. After he finishes, we go for a short ride, then back to the apartment for the excitement of the long night, which ends only when we are all exhausted. We sleep late into the mornings. I feel full, light-hearted and content.

I sit in my bra and panties on the thick gold carpet, leaning back against the sofa. I gaze up at the reflections of Rae and myself in the chandelier. She is sitting next to me in her shortie green nightgown running her fingers through my hair. My hand is on her thigh.

Mark comes into the room and hands us each a daiquiri. It is his night off work again and we have the whole evening ahead. He is bare-cheated but is wearing tight, striped trousers that show the bulge of his prick. He stretches out on his side on the carpet facing us. We sip our drinks and listen to the stereo.

"It's nice all of us here just lounging," I say. "… not having to go to work."

Mark nods. "That's good music," he says. "What is it?"

"I don't know. Just something I picked up."

"It's kind of haunting," says Rae. "… mysterious."

"Yes."

Rae takes a swallow of her drink. "… these are delicious tonight, Mark," she says. "I like them when you put in all this chipped ice… who has the cigarettes?"

I hand her a pack that is lying on the carpet but no one can find any matches. Mark digs in his pockets. He has to stand up to reach all the way in. "… damn these tight pants," he says.

"Why don't you get out of them?" I say. "It's hardly fair with Rae and I sitting here in almost nothing and you all bundled up like that." I reach for his belt buckle, snap it open. "I'll eat you if you'll take them off," I say. I tug at the zipper.

Mark lights Rae's cigarette, then I help him slide his pants and shorts down over his hips. I grasp his supple smooth looking black cock and start to pump it.

He strains toward me. His prick juts up. "I thought you said you were going to eat me?"

I laugh. "Don't rush it so. I was just taking a moment to admire you." I pull him down next to me on the carpet and slip the head of his cock into my mouth.

I suck him deep. I feel his hand slide under my bra against my breasts. I lick the sticky wetness from the end of his prick. I feel Rae's hand move under the waistband of my panties. She caresses the folds of my pussy while I chew Mark's prick. I love it, being half-buried in the thickness of the gold carpet with the two of them. The music in the background seems distant.

I am restless. It is early evening. Rae and Mark have been staying with me now for almost a month. We've been sitting in the living room for about an hour, drinking and talking, occasionally kissing and petting each other playfully, gradually working up to another night of it. The others seem relaxed, content, but my restlessness stirs me and I get up and go out on the balcony. I am wearing only a thin pink housedress and I can feel the breeze cool on my thighs. My nipples were soft while I sat with the others 'in the living room but as I look out at the lights of the buildings on Dauphine Street, they spike out against my dress. I look far down the street until the lights mix with each other and blur. I listen to the sounds of the traffic. I smell the night. I taste it. I feel hemmed in by the rails of the balcony.

The breeze suddenly blows very cold against my skin and I go back inside. Mark and Rae are wrapped up on the sofa with their arms around each other. Mark is toying with one of Rae's breasts. Her hand rests lightly on his cock.

I stop in front of them. "Let's have a party," I say.

Mark glances up."… huh?"

"… you know," I say, "get a whole group to come over. A dozen maybe. It'd be fun. I don't mean just for an evening. We could start it on Friday and keep going until Monday. Anyone could sleep with anyone they wanted to… change off whenever they pleased."

Rae looks puzzled. "Why do you want to do that? What's wrong with just the three of us?"

"Nothing..But it'd be something different: We could have a time of it… sort of a housewarming for this place."

Rae strokes Mark's prick slowly. "I don't know…" she says. "I like everything just as it is." She turns to Mark. "Don't you…?"

He nods. "I'm happy enough."

"I don't mean to change anything…" I say. "It'd be just for a few nights. Then we could go back to it all being between us like it is now. We could get a lot of different things to drink. We really wouldn't need any more beds, the carpet is so soft. It'd be something with the mirrors and the stereo playing and all…"

They keep objecting, but I don't pay any attention to them. I am set on it. "We'll all ask whoever we want. And they can each bring some of their friends, too. That way everyone will get to meet someone new."

All the next week I plan the party. I call different people I know. I phone Jacques and he says he'll come. I think of calling Hal and Armand but decide against it. I don't want to get started on it with them again. Instead I concentrate on inviting men I know just casually. The list of those coming grows. Mark and Rae finally get caught up in it and start asking some of their friends too. Mark asks if it'd be all right to invite an old girl friend of his. "Sure," I say. He shows me a picture of her that he has in his wallet. She has beautiful brown skin and jet black hair. "She's lovely," I say. "… makes me a little jealous to look at her."