Rae slides down on the mattress, rolls over on her back. She draws up her knees and opens her thighs so that her pussy spreads pink and wet in front of us. She pulls Mark over her. "Come on now, do it to me… screw me… stick it in me while you're so big and stiff."
Mark starts to fuck her. I watch his prick slide smoothly in 'and out. I reach out and run my hand lightly over the hair on Rae's mound, press a finger against the top of her slit. I can tell she likes this when I feel her hand cool against mine, pulling my finger harder against her cunt. I sit up and swing one leg over her so that I am straddling her breasts, facing Mark. I watch his rigid cock pump in and out of her cunt. I feel Rae's hands grasp my thighs, pull my buttocks toward her face. I feel the touch of her tongue against my pussy lips. It jolts me. Her tongue darts eagerly in.
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."
"You shouldn't be," he says. He pats my ass playfully. In a minute we are on the couch fucking. I buck up against his thrusts. I keep imagining how it will be to watch Jacques or someone screw Mark's girl friend. I imagine her brown thighs spread wide with Jacques' prick dipping into her. I think about how if he can't get his cock hard I'll suck it until it is rigid, then help him stuff it in her. I imagine myself kneeling over her, chewing the nipples of her brown breasts while Mark, Jacques, any man screws me from behind.
Mark fucks me until we cum, then I pull my panties back on and go back to preparing for the party. It looks now as if there may be as many as thirty or forty coming. The apartment will be crowded with everyone. I decide to call Graham and feel deliciously wicked about inviting him but change;my mind when I think about how it might complicate everything about the divorce and the money. In the course of making calls around I find out that Eric has been arrested in Texas for smuggling in marijuana and is in jail there waiting trial. This startles me and I feel bad about it at first. But it seems like a million years since I've been with him I can barely remember what he looks like and in a few minutes I've almost forgotten that I'd heard about him at all.
I invite a young fellow who screwed me standing up one night in Jackson Square while I was living with Armand and Hal. I don't know his name or anything but when I run into him on the street I ask him if he'll come.
"Sure…" he says.
"Good… and be sure to bring a friend."
"… a girl?"
I laugh. "Why not one of each," I say. I leave him then. I am on my way to buy some pillows. I order two dozen of them to be delivered. And the same number of pillow cases in different colors.
I am restless, impatient… even a little bored. The party has been going on for more than a day now and there are still two days of it ahead. My apartment is crowded. I haven't taken any real count or anything but there must be at least fifty here. I've been screwed or eaten or both by at least six to eight of the men. Mark and Jacques of course. The others I'd never met.
Last night was wild… loud music… lots of drinking… the sour smell. of burning grass… everyone gradually gathering in small circles about the room… stripping naked or half naked… fucking and eating each other… laughing, loudly… the reflections of them all clear in the mirrors and in the crystal of the big chandelier.
But now, at the beginning of the second night, the party has settled down. There are still groups drinking and smoking pot. The room is cluttered with empty glasses and overflowing ashtrays that I don't feel like emptying. Off in one corner, some of the men are playing cards, poker, I think, and a few of the women are standing behind them watching. The rest of the guests are sleeping on the carpet or sofa or lounging about. Through the open door of the bedroom I can see four or five of them crowded on my bed. Except for one couple loving it up on the sofa and a few others petting and fondling each other here and there on the carpet, there is now very little sex.
I am not at all tired. But I am getting more and more bored. I smoke. I pace about the room. I want to be fucked again. But not by any of the ones I see scattered around the room. It was good enough with them last night but none of them appeal to me now. It wouldn't be enough now with any of them. I do see one young fellow though who interests me one of the first to fuck me last night. He is leaning back on the sofa in plaid, half-open boxer under shorts. His eyes are shut. I don't recall his name.
I go over to him, sit down next to him, slip my hand inside his shorts. His prick is small, very soft. I stroke it lightly, rub the head with my thumb: Nothing happens. I pump it faster. I pull up my skirt and put one of my legs across his. I rub his cock across the smooth skin of my thigh. Still nothing.
"You asleep?" I ask.
He opens his eyes, yawns. "No…"
"I'm not having much luck getting you stiff."
"I guess not."
"Want me to eat you?"
"If you want to. But I don't know if that'd help."
"What's the matter… don't I appeal to you?"
He laughs. "Sure… you're a dream. But you don't think a man can screw around the clock, do you? You can suck me if you'd like to…" He shuts his eyes again, lays back his head.
I sit up straight. "Don't do me any favors," I say. I stuff his still soft cock back into his shorts and get up and walk away.
I go out on the balcony and lean on the rail and look down at the traffic. There is a man I don't know in one of the rattan chairs but he is asleep. I smoke and stare out at the lights. I can hear the men playing cards in the living room arguing about who won the last hand. I see a light come on in the apartment, across the street. I watch the man I've seen before moving about picking up things and setting them down.
He stands in front of a dresser. I watch him take off his shirt, his pants. His cock bulges out against his shorts. I feel the trembling starting up inside me. When he steps out of his shorts. I glimpse his prick for just an instant before he pulls on his pajamas. It is not erect, not even half-erect, but my cunt begins to itch and get wet. More than it has itched from being with any of them at the party.
Then his light goes out and I am left just standing there. I light another cigarette. I look down the street as far as I can see. The lights of the buildings blur into darkness.
I crush out. my cigarette after just a few puffs and go quickly back through my apartment. Past the others playing cards and standing in small groups drinking. Past the ones sleeping on the carpet and on the couch. I go into the bedroom and dress quickly, ignoring the couples asleep on the bed. I see Rae and Mark talking with some others in the kitchen when I come out. I leave the party without saying goodbye to them or to anyone. I hurry down the stairs to the sidewalk.
I walk rapidly. Block after block down Dauphine Street. My heart begins to thud. I draw closer. I see the building. I see the lights burning in the windows on the second floor. I cross the street and enter. I climb the stairs.
I knock.
Someone opens the door.
I step inside.
"Hey, look who's here…"
"Hi Carrie."
"Say, I remember… You were good. But you only stayed one night."
I smile hello to the ones I recognize. They are all dressed in their costumes. Someone is adjusting the floodlights. Two others are spreading out the mats. Frank comes by carrying the tickets and the metal box. He stops for a moment, says hello, then pats me on the shoulder and walks on. I can smell grass burning. But I don't want any. I don't need any. I go up on the stage and pick out one of the chiffon dresses from a hanger. I don't pay much attention to the size. I carry it quietly back to one of the bedrooms.