After that I go out often. I never plan it but I get restless, bored, the feeling that I am in a prison and I have to get out. "I'm going for a walk," I say. Armand glances up from his paintings. He nods. Sometimes he smiles. Hal just stares at me. He'd screw me every night if I wanted him to but once or so a week now is enough for me with him. I crave something, someone new. Men I see along the street. Strangers who excite me when I just look at them. I am never in any hurry about finding someone. I only go for men who appeal to me strongly. Sometimes I end up just coming back to the room and crawling into bed between Armand and Hal and waking one or both of them to fuck me.
But when I do see a man I want, it never takes very long to get him into bed with me. Or into the back seat of a car. Or onto the damp grass of some small park. I play with their pricks. Eat them. I fuck them violently, pushing my cunt hard against their eager thrusts. The warmth of strange new cocks filling me thrills me and I cum again and again. Sometimes it doesn't work out and I leave their cars or rooms disappointed. But with most, it is everything I need and afterwards my body glows for hours. I go back to Armand's,feeling exuberant, vital, content, sure that for awhile I will want to be only with Armand and Hal.
But the glow goes away and I get restless again. Over several weeks I screw almost a dozen different men. It is a one time thing with each of them. I crave only the newness, the strangeness of their pricks pushing into.me and when it is over I go on to someone else.
One night I fuck a delivery man in the back of his truck. We knock over some sacks of groceries and a bag of oranges breaks and the oranges go rolling all about. Afterwards we peel some of them and eat them. He is young and his cock gets stiff again in a few minutes and we fuck a second time. Then we break open a bag of doughnuts and eat them until we are stuffed. Another night I pick up two sailors and we go back to their hotel room and drink warm beer. They get into a competition about me and try to exclude each other. Finally they almost get into a fight about it but I solve that by peeling off my clothes and pulling them both up close to me so that I can suck one's cock while the other screws me.
The cock of the sailor fucking me is surprisingly small and doesn't do me much good but the one I am eating is big and stiff so I take it easy while it is in my mouth to save his cuming for my cunt. It is worth it because when he screws me after the other sailor finishes, the tip of his prick pokes up all the way to the neck of my womb and I cum explosively over and over as he keeps fucking it into me.
We drink more beer afterwards and I think that the sex part of it is over but the sailor with the small cock gets a little drunk and insists that I 'suck him too so that he'll be even up with his buddy. I'm not interested and try to hold him off but he keeps sticking his soft small cock in my face. Finally I get up and grab my purse and start to leave but he blocks my way. When I can't get around him, I knee him hard in the groin and he hops away yelping. I hear the other sailor laughing as I hurry out the door. By the time I reach the elevator I can hear the sounds of the two of them scuffling and cursing at each other. I pick up another man at a bar down the street and come back to another room in the same hotel and spend the rest of the night with him.
I look sometimes for the man who lives in the room across from Armand's. I watch for him to come out of the building. I look for him along the streets. But I never see him. Finally, one afternoon I spot him coming down Royal Street. After a few minutes conversation I realize that he isn't the man from across the street after all. But I go to bed with him anyway. He fucks well and I forget my disappointment that he isn't the man I'd first thought.
It goes on like that. I feel, I eat, I fuck.
Armand has sold three paintings today and is in an unusually good mood. He takes Hal and Lorraine and me out to dinner. We come back to the room and he pours wine all around. It is an expensive wine he says. We drink for awhile, then he asks me to dance. His body feels good up against mine. I haven't been this close to him in days. He is a surprisingly good dancer and I enjoy gliding about the room with him. Lorraine and Hal sit on the mattress smoking a joint. Lorraine laughs as Armand and I almost lose our balance whirling about. Her laugh sounds coarse. I haven't seen her since the day I first came here.
Armand tires of dancing and we sit down and he pours more wine. Hal and Lorraine are rolling about on the mattress laughing and feeling each other and gradually getting out of their clothes. They start screwing. Armand and I drink our wine and watch them. Lorraine still has on a black half-slip but nothing else. Hal is naked. I watch his prick drive in and out of the pink wet folds of her cunt.
"Shall we smoke a little grass?" I ask Armand.
He raises his eyebrows.
"You look surprised," I say.
"It's just that it's the first time you've asked for it.
"I just feel like some… after the dinner and the wine and the dancing and all."
He gets a joint from the shelf in the kitchen. He lights it and we pass it back and forth. I inhale deeper than usual, suck the smoke down into my lungs. "Mmm I can feel it already," I say.
"That's because you've had the wine too."
"Maybe…" I say. I puff the cigarette again. Everything in the room seems to come precisely into focus. "… there, that's enough. I feel just right now." I hand the joint back to him. I pat him on the shoulder. "It was nice of you to take us out to dinner."
"I sold three paintings."
"It was nice anyway… the most pleasant evening I've had in a long time. Just don't drink so much wine or take so much of the joint that you won't want to screw me."
He laughs. "No chance of that," he says. "Shall we get down on the bed with them now?"
"Let's wait until they finish."Do you like to watch them?"
"Mmm hmm, I guess so… don't you?"
"In a way… yes. It primes me."
"Like the wine and the grass?"
"Something like that."
I laugh. "Are you primed now?" I reach over and feel his cock through his trousers. It is hard like iron. "Mmm, yes… want me to unzip you?"
He nods and puts his arm around my shoulder. I pull down his zipper, reach in, take hold of his thick cock. I play with his cock, making the wetness trickle out. I keep watching Hal and Lorraine fuck. My panties get sticky.
"Who do you like best?" Armand asks.
"… huh?"
"Which one of us? Hal or me I mean?"
"To fuck…? That's not really a fair question." I pump his prick. "If you want an honest answer though, I'd have to say I like it best when I have both of you at the same time.. Do you think that's
strange?"
"No. It just happened that way with us, I think. Have you been with other men since you came here?"
"… you think I have?"
"Yes… when you go out. Haven't you?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Many?"
"Quite a few. It never happens more than once with any of them though. I hope you're not angry."
"Why should I be?"
"I don't know… I just hope you're not. I get restless sometimes. And then I meet someone and it just seems to happen."
"I know…"
"But you're really not jealous or anything?"
"No… what good would that do? I'd rather have you to myself of course. Not with Hal either. But I don't try to control anyone. You can't do that." His deep brown eyes look sad.
I don't reply for a moment. I'm not sure what to say. "I don't feel quite that way about it, I guess," I say hesitantly. "I mean it's good with you… the best. But I always seem, to want something else too. Someone new, strange, different. It all seems to keep building up in me until I see someone I think I want. It's as if I keep looking for something but never quite find it. And when it isn't strange and new with someone anymore, I always end up looking for someone else again. I don't know why really… it just happens. I can't seem to help it. You think there's something wrong with that?"
"Everyone is different."
"But what do you think about me? Do you oh, I'm getting too serious talking like this, why don't we just fuck?"
Armand laughs. "If my cock is still new enough for you…"
"I like your cock." I say. "Really better than any of the others. Just not better than all of them. Oh I don't know what I'm talking about. Come on, screw me. Let's not talk about it. Here… let's do it right here on the chair."
"With you on top?"
"Mmm hmm… come on… let's start it."
"Are you going to fuck Hal later?"
"Probably. I think so. Someone at least. But let's not think about that now. Come on, I'm all juicy inside waiting for you. Let's get your pants off first. I like to have all of your skin bare against me. I'll undress too. I like it best when I'm naked with you. You can feel my breasts then, touch me everywhere. You look so good to me with your cock sticking up there waiting."
I get out of my dress and under things and crawl over him. I place my knees between the outside of his thighs and the arms of the big overstuffed chair. We sink down low because of the broken spring. I grasp his prick tight in my hand and rub the big head of it against the outside of my cunt lips. He plays with my breasts, does wonderful things to them with his fingers.
I keep teasing myself for a minute by not putting his cock all the way into me, then suddenly push down hard against him, feel him poke deep up into my cunt.
We fuck. I ride his prick hungrily for a minute, making it move rapidly in and out. Then I slow my strokes and savor the feeling of the hardness of him rubbing on the walls of my cunt. I cum. I like to fuck this way. To ride a prick. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me."