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Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras

By: yowser



The truck, along with my plans, gave out just north of Canton Mississippi. 

I had been fantasizing about this trip south for at least five years. Growing up within shouting distance of the Canadian border in frostbitten upper Michigan, which I couldn't wait to leave, I had managed to at least get into university in big-time Chicago, which got me a little bit, at least a couple states' worth, closer to my cock-stiffening objective. 

I had wanted, like forever, to go to Mardi Gras in that great Oz city of New Orleans. Every winter I dreamed about warm breezes off the Gulf of Mexico, a beer in hand in the French Quarter, babes draping their bare boobs, released from their shirts, out over second-story balconies while drunken guys threw strings of brightly colored beads at them in return, a whole city in full-party, all-rules-left-behind mode. It just couldn't possibly get any better than that. 

Well maybe if I hooked up with a frisky, local, bourbon-marinated wench for the evening that would ice the cake. Actually wouldn't even need to be local. 

But every year one thing or another – money, bad timing, bad weather, some wild-ass girlfriend who didn't fancy me making the trip down there solo – kept me away, but this year I was going, hell or high water. 

I had saved up seven hundred bucks and was determined to blow it all in fine style. My cock had been erect the entire month beforehand just for thinking of the trip, and then after eleven plus hours on the road my miserable, fucking, ten-year old Nissan truck decides to crap out on me in god-forsaken Mississippi.

It had been running unevenly for awhile, the speedo pegging itself one moment, then everything hiccuping another, and I finally had to call it serious over with just outside Canton. 

The guy at the gas station said no one in town would be able to do a decent job diagnosing and fixing it, so I had the thing towed to what he said was a good Nissan place in Jackson, which passed as the nearest city. 

It finally got dropped off outside the closed gates of Ron's Autoservice near ten PM, so I would have to make arrangements first thing the next morning. I found a cheap old rundown hotel in the town center and wasn't exactly Mr. Happy Camper checking in. 

Already I was spending money on staying somewhere other than New Orleans, and I didn't even know how many bucks the car was going to eat up before getting fixed. The prospects of getting to New Orleans before Fat Tuesday were vanishing before my eyes.

The girl who checked me in at the hotel didn't need to be very bright to figure out my mood. She was polite enough, thankfully, not to inquire too deeply into my scene, but I ended up telling her anyway, my face and agitated words revealing far more of my disappointment than I intended. She was maybe twenty, slender, nothing special, but she seemed to understand my frustration.

Her light brown hair was back in a bun, but she kept pushing a wayward strand of hair back behind her right ear while she listened to me. 

"You know, we got our own decent Mardi Gras here in town," she said in that sing-song lilt that doesn't exist in the Northlands. "It's not New Orleans but it's a pretty good parade."

"How long does it go?" I went, skeptical. 

"The whole of downtown, six whole blocks long." 

Pretty much as I figured. Jackson, from what I had seen of it, seemed provincial even by Michigan standards, and I didn't bother to disguise my snort of disgust. 

"I suppose they have the 4-H Club and the local SPCA in the thing too? Maybe even floats from the Kiwanis club?" I said, making a face. I had wanted dancing girls in thongs, their tits barely covered by wisps of feathers, while they shook their asses back and forth to drunken, appreciative hoots of male delight.

She looked a bit wounded, and I regretted my retort. 

"Well, if you don't get to New Orleans, you still may want to check it out," she said. "You might be surprised. Starts around five in the afternoon while it is still light and goes on past dark."

I got my key and headed towards the stairs to my second story room. 

"Do you go?" I asked, turning around, "or do you have to work that night?" 

"Well, I do work that night, but not here," she replied, with a look that didn't invite any more inquiries.

I stomped up the stairs, dropped my bags and planted myself face-first on the lumpy bed, feeling as low as I had in a long time.

Sure enough the next morning, Monday, Ron's garage checked out my truck, and it needed a new "computer," the black box that apparently ran everything. Would set me back four hundred plus big ones and the part would come in Wednesday at the earliest. God fucking dammit. 

I contemplated getting on a bus to New Orleans and trying to find a place halfway near the French Quarter but gave up that idea fairly quickly. It would be late Monday by the time I pulled in at best, and I might make it there for Fat Tuesday, but I knew whatever lodgings were close to the action would be expensive if available at all, since I had planned on staying a ways out of town on the cheap and driving into the city. 

And my money, diminished by the truck repair, wouldn't stretch that far anyway. So I stewed around Jackson, trying one wretched bar after another, each sleazier and more local and more disappointing than the one before. I finally bought myself a burger and fries at Wendy's, then took that and a six-pack of Dixie back to the room. 

Although I had been hoping to see the girl from yesterday at the desk, it was a guy, and not a friendly type, so I went upstairs and polished off the beer while watching stupid stuff on TV. I slept until noon the next day, not feeling all that great when I surfaced. The morning of Fat Tuesday arrived with a hangover, the order inverted as far as I was concerned.

Another walk around dismal Jackson was enough to drive me back into the hotel room and the TV for the afternoon. Finally as the sunlight started to slant into long shadows, I heard some music coming from downtown and figured I would go see what Jackson had to offer as a consolation prize. 

Two things struck me right away. The first was that the crowd was much larger than I expected. It was shirt-sleeve weather and hordes of folks were out, all laughing and hollering and the women looked fine and the men were drinking and happy. The second was that the parade was fantastic!

I slithered my way up close to the action as the first band came by, playing a samba with loud driving drums that signaled serious party time. Some dancers came by, barely covered with feathers and slivers of fabric that did not require much imagination on my part to guess what was underneath. 

Hot damn! Who would have thought that a place like Jackson could produce these handsome folks? Some girls were thin and small, others tall and angular, and there were some large wenches in colorful thongs who shook their ample rumps, their breasts bobbing around inside of whatever devices were there to try to contain them, but Newtonian physics seemed to work here as well as anywhere, and shaking made flesh move around, until the forces of stopping and starting made wonderful sights and I felt my groin tightening.

Well, the thing went on for hours. It was dark when it all finally began to wind down, and while my informant was correct, that it was only six blocks long, it didn't matter since the parade kept circling back, and you saw the same dancers and musicians more than once. 

One group, Debbie Hurst and the Double-D Dixie Cups was fabulous. Debbie herself was slender and small, belting out old blues songs, but she was surrounded by a half dozen dancers, every one of them with some serious meat on their chests. My eyes ping-ponged back and forth, up and down, as they moved about. 

Another band of dancers, the Sambassadors, were also tremendous, a mixed race crew of about ten women, all slender, all decked out in feathery wisps of costumes, and they moved with such sensual abandon I was transfixed. They had huge waving headdresses and long feathery costumes, and legs gyrating and asses hanging out, making movements that would have made a dead man's cock hard. 

But the crowd, after milling for a half hour past the end of the celebration, began to disperse, and I reluctantly turned to make my way back to the hotel. As I crossed the main street I noticed a couple dancers still in garb with tall feathery headgear talking under a streetlight, and gathered my courage up to go over and say hello and thank them for their efforts. 

There were two women I recognized as from the Sambassador's group, one cute, shorter, dark-skinned dancer, and a taller, slender women with lovely light skin. 

They saw me coming and the tall one smiled. 

"Well, hello Dave," she went. "Did you enjoy our li'l Jackson Mardi Gras?"

I nearly fell over. Only one person in town, besides maybe the guy at Ron's Autoservice, could possibly know my name. I took a closer look at the dancer – it was the reception girl at the hotel, the one who had directed me to the whole celebration. I hadn't recognized her in the parade with her headdress on, but, to be honest, I hadn't been looking much at her face anyway. 

Her creamy long legs went on for miles, stretching up from the pavement, her small breasts tucked into their brightly-beaded, minimal restraint system, her ass hanging out back beyond her thong. But she was smiling at me.

I stammered. I made a fool of myself. I thanked them. I ogled. They both loved it.

"This is the guy from the hotel," she said to her companion. "Dave, meet Jo Anne," she said, and we shook hands. I realized with a start I didn't even know her own name. She sized up my reaction immediately. 

"I'm Danni Raye," she said, looking me straight in the eye, a smile on her face, and shaking my hand. 

"We're just going to change, you want to come up for a moment?" she asked, her eyebrows arching in encouragement. "Far as we're concerned, the party's only just begun."

"Sure," I blurted and then found myself following the two ladies into a street door and up a flight of stairs, my eyes riveted on the movement their rumps made while they climbed the staircase ahead of me. 

They opened a door into a small suite of a couple rooms, which looked like some sort of small professional office for accountants or something. "Jo Anne works here during the day," said Danni Raye by way of explanation, "and so's we can stash our stuff here while the parade is on." 

"Your clothes are in Don's office," said Jo Anne, "I moved 'em after you left earlier."

Danni Raye opened a door, paused, and then motioned me in. 

I was about to ask if she wanted me to wait outside but wasn't about to refuse the invite. She left the door ajar and pulled off her dancing heels, obviously glad to be out of them.

"What did you think?" she asked with a smile. 

"Terrific!" I gushed, not exaggerating in the least. "You all were phenomenal."

"A little better than you expected maybe?" she kept smiling, almost smirking. She had a wide mouth, nice teeth, lovely soft lips, now that I paid attention to her.

"Yes, absolutely!"

"Take a seat," she offered, "it will take me a few minutes to get out of these." I sat down in a well-used but comfy leather chair, while she began to disassemble her intricate costume. I am sure it looked to her like my tongue was hanging out, and I could not keep from staring. 

Her body was sweetly lithe, and I took a sharp breath when she removed her top, her half-apple sized breasts had the cutest little dark nipples.

"You're gorgeous," I went, my words trailing off. 

"You're kinda cute yourself," she replied, and the next thing I knew she was pulling my pants off, then my undershorts, and my cock was out, halfway hard. I was taken aback, a bit undone as it were, but her actions were so smooth and easy I couldn't help the little shudder of pleasure that ran through me.

She plucked a feather off of her costume, and idly began to tickle my prick with it. Her eyes were intent on my cock, which quickly stiffened into a fine state. She ran the feather up and down my shaft, teased the head of my cock, and then ran it under and around my balls. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

When I looked down again she was using the feather in one hand, while her right hand had cupped my balls and was gently kneading them.

The door pushed open and Jo Anne came in.

A smile quickly appeared. 

"Well, looks like y'all have gotten comfortable pretty good there," her eyebrows arching.

She was in a tight pair of jeans and a close fitting sleeveless white top which set off her dazzling dark skin. She crossed her arms and looked at us for several minutes. My balls had tightened way up, and I was enjoying not only the tickling, teasing sensations from the feather and Danni Raye's hand actions, but the delight her eyes had taken on while working over my cock. 

"Always like finding another use for the feathers," said Danni Raye, as if she needed to come up with a rationale for her actions.

"He's got nice legs," Jo Anne finally drawled, eyes moving from my twitching cock to my thighs.

"Y'all play soccer or somethin'?" 

"I cycle," I said, thinking of the miles I put on my urban bike in Chicago, where driving the truck around was an unattractive and expensive option for transport. I probably did fifty miles a week, and I was pleased that my legs, which were indeed strong and thick, got the attention that she was giving them. She wandered over and gave my thigh an appreciative squeeze.

"Here, you take a turn with this," said Danni Raye, giving Jo Anne the feather. 

And then, double pleasure mixed with surprise, I was treated to Danni Raye's sweet mouth dropping down to my cockhead, which she gave a nice tonguing, while Jo Anne tickled my balls with the feather. 

"Nice cock too," murmured Jo Anne. 

I was starting to wonder what corner of heaven I had wandered into.

Danni Raye's tongue obviously knew its way around a cock. Her lips ran lightly up and down my prickhead, tongue darting into my piss-slit and doing wonderful things up and down my shaft. I was entranced watching her head go up and down on me, her small breasts moving so delectably. I reached down and played my fingers over one of her now hard nipples. 

Jo Anne was grinning like a demoness. "Always good to get the first cock of the night over with early," she said, providing some glimmer of what the rest of the evening might hold in store. 

Danni Raye's mouth was soft and wet and ardent. Wonderful sensations traveled throughout my groin. I especially loved the way she handled my prickhead, softly cupping her lips around it and working it with her tongue. Her fingers kneaded my balls, all drawn up and aching with delight. 

I would love to tell you that I stayed hard like Hercules for half an hour and ended with a mighty climax, but only the second part was true. 

Danni Raye was smooth and efficient, and between my surprise erection, her avid tongue actions and my balls boiling away, I was probably in her mouth for less than five minutes. 'Course my cock had been hard for the whole last month, it just had been expecting to find its pleasure a couple hundred miles or so south of here. When release came, it came with a rush.

Her lips were almost down to my groin hair when I felt my hips bucking and my sperm load reaching bursting point. 

"Ohhh," I grunted and I felt my sperm shoot forth. Danni Raye raised her lips up to my cockhead, and I felt her suctioning my sperm out. 

Her tongue kept lapping on that hyper-sensitive area just under my cockhead and several strong waves of semen spurted into the back of her sweet mouth. My head lolled on the chair's headrest, my eyes closed, my groin very happy. 

"Uuhhh," I murmured, feeling the last bits of sperm ooze forth and get suckled up by this gorgeous dancer. 

She finished me off and stood up, pulling a stray pubic hair from between her teeth. Jo Anne was staring intently at us. Did I see a look of longing in her eyes?

The two dancers gazed at each other.

"You know about DJ?" Danni Raye went. 

Jo Anne nodded. "Yep, can't come tonight. Too bad for you. And puts us in a bind for Rick's."

Danni Raye, almost as if I wasn't there, had pulled off the bottom of her outfit, her cute little ass so soft and smooth and small. If I hadn't just sent all my sperm down her throat, I would have wanted to put my prick right up her lightly haired cunt with the button lips and tiny inviting entry.

She pulled on a soft, closely fitting red dress that came down to about mid-thigh. I was pleased to note that neither bra nor panties went on underneath. The odd thought that popped into my brain then was that if somehow we ended up playing strip poker later, I would only need to win one hand. Well, maybe two if she had shoes on.

"Excuse us a sec," she finally turned to me, and she and Jo Anne went out into the hall, while I pulled on my undershorts and pants. I could hear them whispering animatedly.

At that point, I had no idea of what was next. I counted the night a winner regardless, even it it stopped right then. My balls had descended and had that warm, pleasant glow that comes from having a good workout. They were sensitive still, and I could feel them rub against the inside of my undershorts whenever I moved. Same for my shrunken cockhead, tingling and hyper-sensitive.

They both came back in and Danni Raye addressed me.

"You think you're good for more?" Her eyes were at my crotch, not my face.

"Or did Danni Raye do you in for the night?" Jo Anne had an impish grin. 

I gathered myself up. 

"I would regard this as an exquisite appetizer," I spoke with confidence and conviction. 

"I would love, absolutely love, to find my penis up either one or both of you later this evening." I gazed with real lust at each of them in turn. "And I'm good for it. Guarantee."

Danni Raye giggled. "I thought so. Wanna come with us? We got a party to go to. Uptown, nice old mansion, good drinks, some of the other dancers always get together after the parade. Should be fun."

It did not occur to me to refuse.

We went out to the street and were met there by a big old black Lincoln with a large bearded Cajun-looking guy at the wheel and his small, tarted-up date by his side in the front seat. She had long dark hair and flashing eyes, and her soft tits were barely held in by her tight, blue, low-cut top with thin spaghetti straps. I think I remembered seeing her in one of the dancing groups. She had a sweet smile as I was introduced all around to Jean Paul and Jessie and then we peeled off to a northern section of town.

Rick's Place

I sat between Danni Raye and Jo Anne in the back seat. I had a million questions for them and I am sure I acted like a yahoo. I found out a little about them – they were old buddies, finished up high school a few years ago, worked in town, but a lot of my over-eager questions either weren't answered directly or veered off into other areas. 

It wasn't exactly clear if they had boyfriends. I wanted to ask about the "DJ" guy but didn't find a way to do so gracefully. They had been in the Sambassadors for two years, and "loved it" as Jo Anne said. 

I felt Danni Raye's hand on my thigh after awhile, while Jo Anne was talking. Danni Raye answered back, but her fingers began pushing my cock around through my pants, squeezing, and the beast began to stir again. I looked over at her but she was still talking, as if nothing else was going on. I turned to Jo Anne who had a quiet smile on her face as she stole a quick glance at my crotch. 

Pretty soon Jo Anne's hand was on my groin as well and two sets of fingers were playing about. I took a deep breath. 

I was getting sized up. Luckily my tool was responding, and I could feel it growing under their exploratory touch. 


Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras Ch. 02



The follow-up to Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras Ch. 01: the setting is Rick's mansion, in Jackson Mississippi on Fat Tuesday.

*****

Danni Raye took my hand and we followed Jean Paul and Jessie out of the bedroom. Danni Raye looked so handsome with her long straight hair down on her shoulders, her red dress clinging to her slim shape. 

Watching Ronnie Lee's cock erupt against his will, and all the sperm thus launched, had affected all of us. A pile of the rest of the folks left the big room too, it was not hard to guess what was next for most of them. 

All the other male dancers who had been there had obvious stiff cocks, it actually looked like some were uncomfortable while walking, their pricks wagging heavily from side to side. I know what it is like when your prickhead feels like it weighs five pounds. 

And I had seen other guys, not just the dancers, who had had their tools out and fondled while we watched Ronnie Lee's spectacle too. 

When it comes to matters sexual, there is porn and hearing people's stories of their exploits and everything, but when you have a real-time, ring-side view of somebody's cock going off, well, that pretty much stimulates all the brain cells you have that are connected with sexual arousal. 

And we had just seen an impressive load of semen go a good couple feet in the air and the rest of the poor guy's restrained body react to some serious forced stimulation. Plus a whole pile of bare boobs out, and their handsome owners taking a turn stroking a stiff handsome cock. 

If I were a betting man, I think the over-under on sperm load ejaculations in the next thirty minutes would be pretty considerable.

Jean Paul had a full handsome rump. It was fully visible when walking behind him since his shoulder tunic thing only came down to the middle of his back. He was a big guy, strongly built, and his ass cheeks moved nicely as we followed them down the hall. His wild dark Cajun hair stuck out to the side and moved around while he walked. 

I was thinking football player or maybe rugby, if they played that sport down here. Jessie kept looking up at his eyes, desire written all over her face. 

They entered a smaller bedroom towards the end of the hall. The lighting there, like almost everywhere else in the mansion, was soft and indirect. Two candles were burning at night stands on each side of the bed, making for a very inviting scene.

Jessie was a whole head shorter than Jean Paul. She had on that handsome low-cut top I had noticed when I first met them in the car. She was short and slender but round, if that makes any sense. Small, firm round curves, that was her body type. Her dark hair was long, straight and loose, and hung nicely around her shoulders. Her jeans were tight, it looked like she had a full strong set of haunches.

Jessie really had the hots, she couldn't wait to get to Jean Paul's cock. He sat down at the edge of the bed and she knelt in front of him and her mouth was on him almost instantly. The speed at which she pounced on his prick took me by surprise. 

Her lips went along his cockhead and down his shaft. He had one of those cocks whose skin color is a bit darker than the rest of him, the edge of his foreskin even darker. It had been poking straight up when he sat down, and she now had one of her hands under his heavy, sperm-filled balls. Her eyes were closed, she was focused totally on his prick and having it in her mouth. I swallowed hard and my cock twitched.

Jean Paul had his hands on the bed on each side of him to steady himself. He was watching Jessie's mouth slide up and down his cock and looked up once to give us a silly grin of pleasure. 

She paid a lot of attention to his prickhead, often just holding it in her mouth and you could see her move her tongue around, sometimes darting out wetly to give the underside of his cock a licking. 

He started to feel up one of her breasts through her top, but he then wanted some real skin contact for his fingers, so they stopped for a moment while he pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. Her boobs were larger than you might have imagined from her stature, firm and round. Her eyes were shining.

Jean Paul shifted up to the top of the bed, and sat there with his back against the wooden headboard, spreading his legs apart for his sweetie. Jessie pulled her jeans off too, then her red thong, and made her way between Jean Paul's big legs. 

We were treated to the sight of her kneeling and bent over as she kissed his prick. Her ass was spread wide, her reddish notch exposed, and I had half a mind to go feel her up in this position, but decided it was better to let them go ahead with their own routine.

Jessie nestled down and began to suckle his balls. They were a handsome set of nuts, heavy, churning in their sack, surrounded by lots of thick, dark groin hair. Jean Paul's eyes, directed down at Jessie as she worked his bundle, took the whole scene in with obvious delight. 

She laid herself out fully on her belly and sucked and licked his balls for the longest time, one hand holding his tool up, sometimes giving it a gentle frig or two. 

His cockhead was exposed, all damp and round and engorged. I felt Danni Raye's hand on my own cock, half hard, while she toyed with it, waving it back and forth, caressing it up one side and down another.

Finally Jean Paul eased her up and flopped her over on her back, her head at the foot end of the bed, and took a turn at her own groin. 

They were both oblivious to the two of us, and he nudged her legs apart, the way he had probably done dozens of times before, and licked her notch, rubbing his beard into what little cunt hair she had, all trimmed into a little patch. 

Her tits splayed out to the side, nice liquid looking globes of flesh, all flattened out. She was enjoying the attention, but clearly wanted Jean Paul's cock back in her mouth, however, since after only a few minutes of this, she had urged him on on all fours over her head. 

His prick was parallel with his belly, pointing straight out, and pretty much aimed right towards Danni Raye and me. He pushed his cock towards Jessie's head, and rubbed the stiff wet underside of it along her face, first one cheek, then the other, then pushed his balls into her nose and ran the whole package back and forth a few times. 

My hips gave a little shudder of pleasure, it looked so nice. Dannie Raye shot me a quick look of enjoyment.

Her hands were up on his ass, one finger tracing his ass-crack. He grunted with pleasure, and then fished a pillow out from behind him and put it under Jessie's head so she could settle into a more comfortable position. 

He held his cockhead just in front of her mouth and she eagerly moved forward to take it in. I will never forget the sight of her lips opening wide to take him, then running them wet and tightly over his shaft while he gently pushed his cock in and out.

He had to have been close to a climax. There is no way he couldn't have been. His cock had been hard for at least half an hour, and Jessie had been either fondling or sucking it for most of that time. 

Still, he went slowly, fucking her mouth in a slow, deliberate, thoroughly lascivious fashion. You could see him arch his back slightly while he pushed into her, probably his asscheeks making lovely movements, although they were facing away from us and we couldn't see them directly. 

Jessie had one hand on his balls, holding them, squeezing them. They were heavy, swollen in her hand. The other hand ran along his ass and along his hips and the outer thigh of one leg. You could see her head move slightly, her hair getting jostled about on the pillow, as she took him in and out.

She disengaged a couple times, maybe to catch her breath, but she would extend her tongue and then run it along the underside of his prickshaft and lick his balls. 

Unlike most guys, his balls didn't bunch up together, but stayed separate, on each side of his prick. They looked exquisite, the big eggs clearly pushing out against their tightly stretched and bulging sack.

The last time he dropped his cockhead back in her mouth though, he began to pick up speed immediately. Soon his hips were humping away, quickly, his tool now racing in and out of her mouth while she tried to keep up. 

Then he raised his head, face all screwed up, his hips tensed and he pumped a good half dozen spurts of semen into her mouth. 

The rest of his body quivered and then visibly relaxed, it looked like an effort to support his bulk with his arms now, but Jessie continued softly to nurse at his cock, until it flopped out, all wet and gleaming. 

His cockhead had shrunk, but the shaft was still thick. I heard a long exhale from Danni Raye, who must have been holding her breath at the end. She gave my prick a squeeze.

Jean Paul laid back, legs and limbs sprawled out, and Jessie joined him at his side in an embrace. They just held each other close for some time, very sweet actually.

Danni Raye and I exchanged looks. Jean Paul raised his head. "Do me a favor Danni?"

"Sure," Danni Raye smiled.

"Would you fetch us a couple Dixies from downstairs?" Jean Paul looked at his shrunken cock. "Need a lil' moment to recover here before we continue." 

I laughed. He had to be a better man than I if it was just going to be a moment. Judging by how long Jessie had worked at swallowing his semen, her mouth and tongue had likely produced a serious deficit in his daily sperm production. Jessie giggled.

Danni Raye got up and went off on her errand, but I stayed to chat with the pair, who placed themselves sitting at the top of the bed, Jean Paul with his hand on Jessie's thigh, tracing random patterns on her smooth white flesh. They were a handsome couple, him with his big wide shoulders, and her with her boobs sloping off nicely to each side.

I found out a little more about them, how they met, I even got Jessie to tell me about the first time she sucked Jean Paul ("It was such fun to make him come!" she said, "nothing quite like the first spunk from your new lover!") 

They volunteered that I was one lucky guy to be with Danni Raye tonight.

"She's a sweetheart," Jessie said.

"There are dozens of guys in town who would like to be in your shoes," Jean Paul said. I looked down at my feet, which of course were bare. They both laughed.

"Alright, dozens of guys who would like to have your cock tonight."

And then I tried to find out more about the party. Seemed as if Rick did this every year, he was a big Mardi Gras supporter in town, and this was his way of giving a private "thank you" to the girls in the dancing brigades.

"Pretty rich, I am guessing?" I asked.

They both nodded. "Pretty rich," said Jessie.

Jean Paul went on. "He is a pillar of the community, although I am not sure all his business colleagues know about this little event. I am guessing you don't get to go to many parties like this?"

I laughed out loud and shook my head. Jessie smiled, and her hand was on Jean Paul's thigh now too.

"He is a bit eccentric," Jean Paul went on. "As you have seen, he likes all the doors open in the rooms, doesn't mind what sorts of sex goes on, just wants to be able to watch. I think he wants everything out in the open."

"Does he ever participate?" I asked. Jessie's face flickered for just a second.

"Well, not in public, exactly."

I was about to ask what she meant by this but Danni Raye returned with a handful of beers on a tray and our talk turned to other matters.

We sipped our beers and chatted. Conversation was easy with them. After awhile, I noted that Jessie's hand had drifted from Jean Paul's thigh to his prick, and she was idly playing with it. It had recouped a little, flopped over half hard on his thigh, and after awhile it began to stiffen, still wet from the earlier excitement.

She played her fingers all along it, often just softly stroking his cockhead, pushing his foreskin down until it was free. It was a good sized knob, larger in diameter than his prickshaft, and wide around the edges. They exchanged looks, their eyes gleaming.

Jean Paul began to feel her cuntlips, running a finger slowly and carefully along each side. Her gash spread a bit with the contact, the inside red-pink skin inviting. It looked plenty damp to me. Jean Paul took Jessie's emptied beer bottle and his own, and walked over to the side of the room to put them on a table. 

When he turned around we got a good look at his cock sticking straight out. His gaze was on Jessie, their eyes locked. He slowly walked back to the bed, it was almost like it was slow motion, his prick wagging from side to side. 

He moved like a panther, all slow and careful and primitive. He pulled her feet carefully towards the foot of the bed, sliding her body on the sheets, until she was lying on her back, then moved his way up until he was straddling her chest, holding his prick right in front of her face. 

She kissed his cockhead, then tongued it for a bit, until he moved back down her body and spread her legs wide apart. Her eyes were wide, wet, a small wanton smile on her face. 

Jean Paul took his time licking her. She was spread out on the bed, her head up on a pillow and her breasts sprawled off nicely to each side. 

We had a view of Jean Paul from behind while he knelt on the bed with his head, with its wild dark hair, buried in Jessie's crotch. 

We could see his ass and his strong big legs, and his bunched up balls from behind. He ran a hand up and down her thigh on one side, while he held one of her rump cheeks with the other. 

He was slow and deliberate, and there was no question that he knew what best pleased Jessie. He licked, he poked his tongue up her channel, flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, until her hips were squirming, and her breathing had gotten faster and shallower.

But apparently this was to be a multi-act event. Although on the edge, she beckoned him up to her side and they lay next to each other, just kissing and caressing for awhile, each one's hands at the crotch of the other, rubbing and twiddling about. 

It looked like the action of giving her enjoyment had had an effect on his own cock, it was real stiff now, its cockhead poking free, all round, red and smooth. Jessie ran her fingers along it, a pleased smile on her face.

Then she rolled him over on his back and got herself into a sixty-nine position with him. She just toyed with his cock with her hands for a bit, while he continued to dally his tongue up her cunt, which she pressed into his face every so often with enthusiasm. 

She played with his balls and then finally took his prickhead into her mouth and began a slow up-and-down motion on his shaft. 

We could see both their heads moving, her long dark hair draped down around his hips, getting caught into his crotch creases every once in awhile, so she had to pull it free and begin again. 

Most of the time we couldn't even see her face, just this mass of hair on her head moving up and down, his balls churning underneath everything, as his prick disappeared into her mouth and then came out, and was swallowed up again. 

It was fun seeing her round rump obscuring his face, and the lovely way she wiggled her hips when he hit a good spot. Also the way her breasts squeezed out to the side while on top of his big wide torso was nice too. 

Jean Paul's legs were beginning to move around restlessly as well, his feet straightening, then relaxing, then straightening again, so it looked like it must have felt good on the bottom too.

She was the first to reach crisis. Her hips were moving back and forth now, uncontrollably, and it must have felt so good she could no longer concentrate on his cock. 

She laid her head on his thigh, closing her eyes, holding his prick with one hand, and you could see her hips pushing into him and the signs of more energetic work from Jean Paul's smothered head. 

"Uhhh, uhhh," she moaned and then started rhythmically pushing her cunt into him, squeezing her ass cheeks together, and she came quickly, gripping his legs with her hands, mouth open, breathing hard.

"Ooohhh" she went, her rump cheeks moving so nicely on top, and then she was still.

He kept nuzzling her crotch for a bit, you could see his head moving just a little bit while underneath her, but they finally separated and Jessie settled up alongside him again, for a kiss and a snuggle. 

Jean Paul's cock lolled out full-length to one side, hard and handsome. Finally he rolled her onto her back, and before you could say the word "penetration," he had impaled her and was starting to work his prick inside her. 

He was slow and a bit unpredictable, would take three or four thrusts into her slowly, then not quite hold still but do some subtle moving inside her, then begin humping her from a slightly different angle. 

Her hands were rubbing along his back and sides. Fifteen or twenty seconds of slow, quiet thrusting, then relatively soft motions, then some more pushing, varying tempo, timing, depth. Very languorous.

I enjoyed watching his rump cheeks move. Lot of hair over their curved surface, nice strong looking flesh, and then little indentations in his cheeks would form while he thrust into her. She was fairly well buried, his big body was just so much larger on top of her, although you could see her breasts squashing out to the side underneath him. 

After a good ten minutes of desultory fucking, they reversed, and she mounted him on top. She sat on him upright for awhile and he played with her nipples. 

She just sat still, not moving her rump very much although you could see her clench her asscheeks every once in a while so you knew his prick was getting a good squeeze. My own cock bobbed with sympathetic pleasure.

She then leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders, her tits now hanging down in front of his face, dangling nicely, and began a slow humping motion of her own, grinding forward on him. 

His prick slid in and out of her cunt, sometimes she would move far enough up that just barely his prickhead would be in her, then slide back down to send his prick all the way in again. On the outstroke you could see how wet his cock was, the shaft all glistening, with his balls bunched up underneath. It looked lovely.

Suddenly there was a rapping sound at the doorway, knuckles on a door or door frame. Danni Raye and I both looked up, startled. 

Jo Anne stood hesitantly at the side of the doorway, a bit agitated. Her face was all worked up, she didn't look happy. She motioned Danni Raye over. 

I didn't want to intrude, and also wanted to see more of the Jean Paul and Jessie coupling, so I stayed put. Danni Raye and Jo Anne disappeared around the doorway, and I went back to my viewing.

Jessie was moving her hips nicely now, a bit faster. She would wiggle her ass from side to side when Jean Paul's prick was completely inside her, giving his cock a good squeeze and he had started to pound his own pelvis more forcefully into her. 

His penis was going in and out of her at a pretty good clip. She had laid out fully on top of him now, they were kissing, and her breath was coming a bit faster.

Danni Raye tapped my shoulder and I started. I hadn't noticed that she had re-entered the room.

"Come with us Dave," she said with some urgency, her eyes looked worried. 

"Jo Anne has had a rough night, and we need you." She took my hand and we left the room. 

I cast a last glance back at the amorous couple on the bed, Jessie's asscheeks were working pretty hard now, Jean Paul's prick moving in and out with some speed as their hips ground into each other. 

I wanted to see the finish but something about the way Danni Raye had spoken made me follow along anyway, and we padded quickly down the hallway.




Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras Ch. 02



Jo Anne was sitting at the edge of a bed in one of the further bedrooms. Her eyes were wet, she had been crying. Danni Raye sat next to her and put an arm around her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"She had hooked up with one of the guys here, Fairfax. Not the best choice," Danni Raye explained.

"They were going at it in one of the rooms and Fax had poked her all right, but then he conked out and fell asleep on top of her."

"The bastard had been pounding the beers down earlier and just plain gave out as soon as his pecker got wet!" Jo Anne's eyes flashed. 

"He'd spent and was still, and I thought he was just resting, but the next thing I knew he was snoring."

"And you were stuck with him on top of you?" I asked. "and hadn't even had your own pleasure..." I trailed off, the deduction fairly easy to make.

"Took me ten minutes just to get his dick out of me, disentangle his arms and wiggle my way out from his heavy, limp body," Jo Anne spat indignantly.

"That fucker," Danni Raye muttered.

I sat down next to Jo Anne and gave her a hug.

"Tough one," I said. "Not the way the night was supposed to go." 

I had been wondering why Jo Anne hadn't come with a date. Most of the other folks here had come with partners. Maybe she didn't have one. I had no way of knowing what to think.

Danni Raye eased Jo Anne down on the bed and spread her out.

"Let's give you a back-rub," she said, "and the attention you deserve. You've got us completely for the next couple hours."

Jo Anne smiled weakly. "Thanks."

We pulled her top off and got her out of the rest of her clothes, then turned her over on her belly and gave her a good long rubdown. I straddled her back to work over her shoulders, which were way over-tight, while Danni Raye massaged her legs. My cock was laid out limp on top of her back, but it felt good to feel her warm skin underneath me.

After spending a good chunk of time on her back, we flipped her over and went to work on her front. She had marvelous smooth skin, and the tension in her muscles had began to dissipate. 

The small movements of kneading her body caused my cock to slide on her, however slightly, as I was straddling her chest, and that, combined with just thinking about the fact that her handsome naked body was right there underneath my own crotch, meant my cock had started to get hard again. 

This event did not escape Jo Anne's attention, she could see it and probably feel it as well. She gave me a look, straight in my eyes, then took a glance at my lengthening prick, its head just barely a foot away from her face. The request was clear. I leaned forward on my hands, pushing my groin towards her, and she closed her eyes and took my tool in her mouth. 

Her mouth was soft and very slow, and pretty soon I felt Danni Raye's hands on my ass, tracing its shape, and reaching for my balls. My groin was getting lovely, coaxing attention from two sources, front and back. It was great, and I let it continue for a few minutes, but really I wanted the focus to go back to Jo Anne.

I slowly pulled out and laid next to Jo Anne. Danni Raye took the other side. Jo Anne looked over at me, then turned her head to Danni Raye. 

"Thanks," she murmured. 

I began to play with the nipple on the breast closest to me, and Danni Raye, a bit to my surprise, began to stroke Jo Anne's other breast. I could feel the heat coming off Jo Anne and catch some of her smell, which was a bit sweaty, but earthy, nice. I played with one nipple until it was erect, while Danni Raye did the other.

Danni Raye raised up and leaned over Jo Anne, her own breasts just inches from my face, and to my complete astonishment gave Jo Anne a kiss. 

Not a "Hi-how-are-you-dear-friend-kiss" but a hungry, lustful kiss, with an open mouth and probing tongue. Their tongues poked around each other and Danni Raye sent a hand down to Jo Anne's cunt and began to slide a finger up and down her notch.

I was stunned. 

I found out later that the two of them as teenagers had "messed around" with each other, the same way me and some of my sex-crazed high school buddies often did before we had found suitable partners in those early awkward but highly adolescent aroused years. 

Although as guys we never had wanted to do the kissing thing, we just were keen to stroke each others' cocks and watch the sperm erupt. 

But girls are different, and the two of them had wanted to "practice" on each other so they knew what to do when their first knight arrived with that first kiss, and then all the other good things that might happen. 

But I didn't know that tonight, only that here was the woman who I had climaxed with twice already today, and now she was giving pleasure to the girl laid out between us.

They kissed, and Jo Anne began playing with Danni Raye's chest, stroking it and feeling her nipples. 

What the fuck. 

I had an opportunity in front of me that I wasn't going to get very often. I made it my mission to stroke both of them wherever I could reach them. I caressed Danni Raye's smooth rump with my fingertips, I played with Jo Anne's nipples, I stroked thighs, kissed armpits and then ran my fingers along whatever cunt was accessible. 

It was all fair game, and to my pleasure, all attention was welcomed. The main goal had already been achieved: Jo Anne was completely in the moment, enjoying all the sensory stimulation we could provide.

At one point Danni Raye had maneuvered her way down to Jo Anne's crotch, and had begun to nuzzle her cunt. Jo Anne's eyes were shining. She looked at me and urged me up towards her head with a glance, then had me kneel to the side so she could take my cock in her mouth. 

She played her hands over my balls, running fingertips up along my asscrack and my perineum, and her tongue slid along my prickshaft, and most gloriously, spent most of its time on my cockhead. 

She would press her tongue into my piss-slit, poking, tickling, then trace its way along the edge of my cockhead, then lightly enclose her lips around my prick and move gently in and out. 

I looked up and saw Rick standing at the doorway. His arms were folded, a very pleased expression on his face, his eyes intent on us.

Jo Anne's hips were beginning to squirm, I could hear wet noises from Danni Raye's tongue down there, and it was a treat to both feel and watch my cock being sucked and at the same time see Danni Raye's head moving over Jo Anne's cunt. Jo Anne disengaged from me and gave Danni Raye a look.

Danni Raye shifted about and put me in between the two of them, and then the girls took turns sucking me. One girl on one side would do a minute or two, the other one fondling my balls, then reverse. 

Danni Raye was more energetic, her tongue more exploratory. Jo Anne was softer, and she seemed to savor the times when just the head of my cock was in her mouth, and she could play her tongue over me. 

I had never had the chance before to compare the actions of two mouths on my cock, back to back, side to side. It was intoxicating. I looked up but Rick was no longer there. 

I wanted this to go on forever, but of course it couldn't. We were all heating up, our bodies sweaty from all the activity. It smelled like sex: three well excited sets of genitalia with their various secretions going on.

Jo Anne and Danni had exchanged looks and put their heads together, whispering, their hands still playing over my prick. Danni Raye nodded and made her way up alongside me to give me a kiss and speak softly in my ear, her hand gently on my chest.

"Jo Anne would like to know if you would be willing to take her in her ass." 

I gave a start, this was about the last request I expected. Jo Anne gave me a searching look, not quite sheepish, but longing, and maybe something else. I couldn't possibly refuse.

I had never done this before. Never. Not like I hadn't wanted to, but I had been unable to convince any of my girlfriends to do anal. When I broached the topic most of them just wrinkled up their noses and said "Gross! No way!" or the equivalent. 

The closest I got was Stephanie, who one night while pretty plastered with Pabst said she'd give it a shot, but it didn't work out. As soon as I started to try to push my cockhead into her ass she chickened out, said it was going to hurt and I was a beast and a pervert and she didn't want to do it after all. 

I fucked her from behind for a bit and she sucked me off real nice afterward, so it was okay, but I felt like a chance had been lost.

Another girl, Julie, had said it was okay in theory. We talked about it a lot, she had an absolutely gorgeous ass and I had greatly enjoyed humping her doggie style, my hips pushing into her creamy soft haunches. 

It was easy for me to envision the same position, just starting my cockhead a couple inches further north, but ultimately she didn't want her ass violated. "That would be so - invasive!" - that was the word she used. 

Well duh! And putting my prick up her cunt wasn't "invasive?" That was the whole idea. A prick is designed from the get-go to do some serious invading. And she had been "invaded" plenty of times before in other orifices.

In any event, here was a willing anus, attached to a very handsome girl, actually anxious to feel my cock slide its way inside. Jo Anne was smiling anxiously.

"Sure," I said, "that would be splendid." Her return smile was worth it all.

I couldn't believe I actually said "splendid." 

Danni Raye, her hair loose and a bit wild, seemed to know what to do. We all more or less shifted into different places on the bed. Candles from the bed-stand tables at each side of the bed illuminated the mansion's dark wood room, casting lovely shadows off the curves of my bedmates. 

At that moment I was completely taken by the situation. Within easy reach were two very handsome women, each of whom had just had their mouth over my cock, and I had already tagged Danni Raye's sweet cunt earlier that evening. 

And now Jo Anne, her dark nipples erect on her only slightly lighter colored skin, wanted my prick slithered up her ass. None of my over-heated high school dreams had ever gotten this far, and I found that my cock was twitching with anticipation.

Danni Raye, with her long pale willowy arms, got a few pillows and made a mound in the middle of the bed, with an extra one for Jo Anne's head, and had Jo Anne plop herself down on her belly, which elevated her rump a bit. 

The sight was inviting, her ass spread wide, knees to the side, and her notch pulled open by her position. I couldn't help running the fingers of one hand up and down her cunt, all damp and slippery and then I had to kiss her there too, salty to my taste and musky to my nose. 

Her anus was a small darkish ring of flesh surrounded by her velvety mocha-colored skin, and looking at it, all tightly puckered shut, I started to have misgivings about ever getting my cock into it.

I had bent over to lick her channel, but then felt Danni Raye's fingers on my prick, giving it a good frig, or maybe just gauging how stiff it was (plenty.) She had a little container of lube in her hand, retrieved from the supply bowl near the door of the room. 

She sidled up next to me. "Maybe take her regular at first, and we can loosen her up at the same time too?" 

This sounded like a good plan to me, since I didn't have any other, and I smiled gratefully at the suggestion. First times are so unnerving, my knees felt weak, almost shaking, but my cock was bobbing with excitement. Jo Anne nodded, we were a go.

Danni Raye somehow was in charge now, bless her. She had me scrunch forward until my hips were almost up against Jo Anne's well spread ass. She held my prick in her hand and ran its head up and down Jo Anne's lovely notch a few times. Jo Anne's soft damp cunt-lips felt exquisite on my cockhead. 

Then Danni Raye aimed my cockhead right at Jo Anne's channel, and I felt her other hand give my rump a soft urge forward. I slid forward until my prickhead was just inside, and stayed their for a couple seconds before pushing smoothly all the way in, my pelvis fully against Jo Anne's ass, my balls touching the bottom of her cunt. 

Damn, that felt good. Jo Anne wiggled her rump a bit and gave my prick a welcome squeeze. Danni Raye's fingers were on my rump, caressing. I started a little in-and-out, and we had a short get-acquainted cycle, Jo Anne anticipating my thrusts and moving her bum back into me. Lovely.

It suddenly occurred to me that my penis was traversing the same route Fax's cock had taken just a little while before, and some of the dampness of Jo Anne's channel was probably due to his leavings. The thought did nothing but increase my excitement. 

Danni Raye then intruded a little, and she ran a thin bead of lubricant around the perimeter of Jo Anne's anus. I took the hint and placed my thumb there at her entrance. I kept pushing my cock in-and-out the whole time, just keeping gentle pressure on her anus with my thumb, not too much, just constant, until her opening gave way just a little and I felt my thumb move partly inside. 

Jo Anne's eyes were closed, and she inhaled sharply when my thumb went in, but she kept moving her hips to the timing of my thrusts. We did this for a bit when my thumb was fully inserted and I could feel the tight squeeze her anus provided.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danni Raye smiling, then applying a little bit of lube on her left index finger. She reached over and pushed her finger up alongside my thumb. I slowed down my pelvic thrusting a little as it took some time before Danni Raye could slide her finger inside Jo Anne too. 

I kept thrusting, Jo Anne wiggling her hips in pleasure more now, and Danni Raye began moving her own finger, stretching and probing inside Jo Anne. 

"Three fingers and I think we're good," she whispered in my ear. Pretty soon Jo Anne's lubed-up anus was the proud home of my thumb and two of Danni Raye's fingers. I was a bit surprised at how much further she had opened up. My cock was experiencing very sweet sensations from the continued in-and-out along Jo Anne's channel.

But Jo Anne stopped her movements and sent me a look.

"Take me Dave, take me," she urged in a low primal voice.

I pulled out of her notch and held still, my prickhead two inches from her anus. Everything was damp and slippery: the opening to her insides, the head of my cock. Jo Anne spread herself just a bit wider and I placed my cockhead right at her pucker, now open quite a bit more than even ten minutes before. 

I pushed, slowly. At first the gate did not yield, but shortly, with steady pressure, a tenth of an inch at a time, I watched, and felt, my cockhead stretch the elastic opening to her ass, and make its way inside. Jo Anne had closed her eyes and turned her head to one side and had bitten down on the hem of one of the pillowcases. Danni was watching intently.

I stopped when my entire cockhead was just barely engulfed, the ridge of my glans no longer visible, and was rewarded with a tight squeeze from Jo Anne. My cock had never, ever, been in such a tight situation before. It felt marvelous. 

I slowly slid forward, not wanting to go too far, or too quickly. Jo Anne took in a breath, but smiled, her hands clutching folds in the bedsheet. But I went all the way in. 

It was like a perfect straitjacket for my prick, completely constricted. The sensations from my cock were intoxicating, and even more, when I thought about where my cock was, where it had been today already, and what was coming next, my thoughts all raced together in a perfect tornado of lust.

I was gentle at first. Danni Raye had laid down next to Jo Anne, kissing her but also sliding her right hand between the pillows and Jo Anne's groin, and was fingering her. But before long Jo Anne and I had a nice rhythm going, not as quickly as I often liked to fuck, but more half or three-quarter speed, very deliberate, very sweet. 

It was such a trip to watch my prick disappear up her ass, and then emerge on the backstroke, her smooth haunches underneath me providing a delectable cushion for when my hips moved into her. I kept running my hands over her asscheeks, then holding her hips, wanting to feel all of her, completely. 

Jo Anne's anus held my prick in an excruciating grip. I then laid down on her back and reached around underneath to fondle her nipples, hard to the touch. My hips kept curling into hers. 

I could feel Danni Raye's fingers working their magic on Jo Anne's cunt, Jo Anne's eyes were closed and her breathing elevated. She was wiggling her hips more now, and I got repeated deathgrip squeezes from her anus on my prick.

Jo Anne and Danni Raye were kissing now, and Jo Anne's breathing had become much more rapid. I would like to think I would have lasted a bit longer if she hadn't climaxed. 

But Jo Anne's mouth broke off from Danni Raye's with a quick shudder. Danni's hand was now frantically moving on Jo Anne's notch, and I could feel Jo Anne's whole body begin to tense, her hips rotating forward. 

With a yelp she came, launching several impossibly strong clenchings on my prick, like a vise, and I found my own hips pushing with a mind of their own and my sperm shot forth. 

Just thinking about where all that semen was going made me push harder, and I was aware of both of us writhing together in our own tangled rear entry embrace. 

My cock pulsed, Jo Anne's anus squeezed, my sperm erupted in waves, my own ass clenching frantically. 

After it was all done, I lay limply on top of Jo Anne, although I kept feeling little squeezes from her anus, and the grip her rectum had on my cock. Danni Raye gave each of us a long, lingering kiss, and she stroked Jo Anne's head and hair.

I finally slopped out, my prick three quarters the size of when it entered, and rolled off to her side.

Danni Raye stayed next to Jo Anne, facing her. They exchanged a kiss and held hands, intertwined.

I noticed then that the doorway was full of people. Rick was in one corner, his eyes sparkling, arms folded, and a good four or five others, including Jean Paul and Jessie. Big smiles all around. 

I got up and stood there, probably looking pretty stupid. I looked down at my rapidly dwindling cock, my mind whirling. 

Jean Paul and Jessie came over and the big guy handed me a beer. 

"Nice work!" he said and gave me a big bear hug. Danni Raye and Jo Anne lingered a bit next to each other on the bed, arms around each other, exchanging long, deep languorous kisses, oblivious to the rest of us.

Jean Paul and I chatted a bit and the rest milled about. It was past 2 AM. It sounded like the party was winding down enough that the Lincoln would be making its way home shortly. 

The two girls had finally surfaced, and while Jo Anne's eyes were shining, she also had that tired but happy "well fucked" look and said she was ready to head back. 

My eyes searched the room for Danni Raye but she was talking animatedly with Rick just outside the hall. We all chatted some more and Jean Paul told us to meet downstairs in fifteen minutes to head back. 

Danni Raye was now nowhere in sight, and I was beginning to panic. Jo Anne told me not to worry and took me by the hand to the restroom where we cleaned up a bit. 

To my great pleasure, she insisted on washing my cock, and took exquisite care in using warm water, very little soap, then multiple rinsing. 

She used a face towel to dry me off and the spent snake was now all soft and pink and clean. This was another first, I had never had a woman clean me off after lovemaking before, but of course, I had never come in anyone's ass before either. 

I thought maybe this was part of whatever ritual she engaged in after sex - what is the opposite of foreplay? - but the intention became clear a bit later.




Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras Ch. 02



We went downstairs and I looked around a bit frantically for Danni Raye, but there was no sign of her. We retrieved my clothes and I was almost regretful putting everything back on, despite my feelings earlier in the evening of feeling very open and vulnerable with my cock out and bare ass open for all to see, or even feel. 

Now it was strange to feel fabric on my body again, especially my groin, which while not exactly sore or tender, had heightened sensitivity to touch.

Jean Paul was trying to gather us all up, but still there was no Danni Raye. I couldn't imagine heading back without her and had a million things I wanted to talk with her about, also hoping, more strongly than I would have imagined, that I might either go home with her, wherever she lived, or that she would accompany me back to my hotel room. 

The idea of sleeping next to her creamy smooth body, my arms around her, smelling her hair and exhaling my sleeping breath into her neck and shoulders, that was something I now realized I wanted badly. And of course the next morning my cock would have had a decent rest and be hard again and good things just might happen.

Jo Anne had found her upstairs, and I saw them talking on the way down the stairs. They took their time coming over, engaged in excited, barely restrained, conversation.

I was relieved to see Danni Raye. Her dress was on, but she didn't have her purse or anything else she had come to the party with.

"Where's your stuff?" I asked, anxious to head back.

She gave me a weak smile. "I'll be staying here."

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

She looked sheepish. "Rick wants me to stay with him. This is another one of the conventions, sorry we've never told you the whole scene about tonight, it's complicated..." she paused. 

"Every year, Rick chooses one of the dancers to stay over. In a way it ends up being kinda a 'thank you' from us for his generosity."

My thoughts were racing. This was not what I wanted to hear, or wanted to happen.

"But..." I couldn't get any more words out of my mouth, my agitation obvious. 

Rick! I couldn't wrap my head about the thought of him lying next to Danni Raye in bed later, taking liberties that I had come to expect as my own. I had no right to think this way, but I did.

"Dave, look, sorry for all the confusion. I am sure this has been quite the evening of surprises. I have to stay, have to. It is part of the agreement."

"But I want to see you!" I was almost in tears.

Danni Raye looked away. "Of course. Of course." 

She and Jo Anne exchanged looks. 

"Okay, tell you what," Danni Raye faced me, "meet me at the Oak Tree tomorrow at six. That ought to work, and I can promise that at least."

I pleaded for more but to no effect. Danni Raye turned to go, and gave Jo Anne a look. 

"You'll show him where the Oak Tree is for me?" she asked, and Jo Anne nodded silently.

"Oak Tree at six, tomorrow." I tried to keep my voice level, my eyes frantically locked on Danni Raye.

"Right. See you. Thanks Dave," and I got a quick kiss and she turned and was off.

I walked numbly to the car. Jo Anne held my hand. The situation from earlier in the evening was reversed, she was comforting me now. She put her arm around me on the way home, as we sat in the back seat and I tried to sort out the evening's events. 

She was encouraging about Danni Raye, assuring me that she would indeed keep her promise of a meeting with me. At the same time, she tried to dissuade any notions I might be developing for any sort of long-term attachment to Danni Raye, an idea that had been impossible even a day before. 

Jo Anne's head was leaning into mine as we talked, her wild hair resting on my shoulder. Pretty soon we were kissing. And then my zipper was undone, and my cock out, I'm not even how sure that happened, but she was smooth. 

I had pretty much figured I was done for the evening, and when Jo Anne played with my prick, it was just a limp, worn out piece of hose. I could not imagine it getting hard again, but after a few delicious minutes in her mouth I felt it swelling, and then it was stiff again, at least enough so that it might have been able to make its way up a cunt. 

Her head was in my lap, her kinky hair tickling my crotch, and she was going slow, taking me all the way in, then raising up to tickle the tip of my prick with her tongue. 

Every so often the streetlights would give me a better view of the proceedings. I caught Jessie turning her head our way once too, a look of amusement on her face as she watched Jo Anne take me with her mouth.

Things didn't start to get critical however, until Jo Anne had eased my shorts and trousers down to my ankles and had spread my legs wide apart. 

She was kneading my balls now, taking time to suckle them, one at a time while she continued to stroke my cock. I found my hips pressing back into the car's seat cushion. Wasn't sure what Jean Paul's policy was on semen-crusted seats in his nice car.

Finally, delight of delights, I felt Jo Anne's wet finger pushing at my anus. I scooted my ass forward and let her continue, even spreading my legs a little wider for better access, and had my hands on her head, not to guide her, but just to feel her hair and the exquisite motions she was making as her mouth went up and down my cock. 

I felt the finger penetrate me and begin probing. All sorts of wonderful feelings were stirred up, and my groin was on fire now. 

My balls were all drawn up, trying desperately for another round of sperm, and my cockhead was thrilled with Jo Anne's mouth and tongue, her lips running over my prickhead, her tongue slathering around with enthusiasm. 

And my rectum liked it. She had found that lovely place inside me - the "P-spot," is that what they call it? Sounded like a dry cleaner's term - and was working it. It was almost electric, like two poles of a magnet, one at my prickhead, the other at my fundament, and forty thousand volts jumping between them. 

The totality of the sensations all combined, and almost despite myself, I found my hips humping and she fetched another half dozen rounds of sperm out of me. The flow didn't come with the same rush as earlier in the evening, but the pleasure was heightened with the stimulation to my anus. 

She kept suctioning, nursing my cock, until it was completely spent and I couldn't handle any more touching. If you'd put a million dollars in a briefcase on the seat next to me and said, "You can have this bundle of cash if you ejaculate one more time," I couldn't have done it.

I zipped up and we pulled into the center of town. Jo Anne had pointed out the Oak Tree, an old looking tavern, when we went by, it wasn't far from my hotel. 

I asked Jo Anne if she wanted to stay the night, but she shook her head. I hadn't expected her to agree, but it was worth the ask.

A kiss goodnight, a handshake and wave to Jean Paul and Jessie, and I found my way upstairs and slept the sleep of the dead, despite some very strange dreams the next morning. 

Next, Another Night in Jackson with Dannie Raye.



Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras Ch. 03



The day following the bacchanal at Rick's place on Fat Tuesday in Jackson Mississippi.

I was at the Oak Tree by 5:30, half an hour before the appointed time. The Oak Tree was an older building, maybe Victorian age, nice wood, dark and comfy inside. 

I ordered a beer from the long-haired bartender, who looked, and sounded, like he came from an old Allman's Brothers' gig, and got a table by the window, which I kept peering through to see if I could spot Danni Raye coming down the street. I struggled to keep myself from getting up and pacing up and down. 

A veritable cacophony of thoughts piled into each other in my brain. What was staying at Rick's like for her? Was he one of those old perverts? What sort of activities had they engaged in? In what ways had he taken liberties with my Danni Raye? Did he lick her crotch? Did she tongue his prick? What was sleeping with the old codger like?

More importantly, how could I spend as much time with Danni Raye as possible until I had to leave to go north, maybe until Sunday morning if I stretched things as far as they could possibly go?

A whole range of other thoughts dashed around too. What was Danni Raye like as a little girl, did she have brothers and sisters, what did her dad do, what it was like growing up down here, what did she want to do with her life, who were her friends, did she have a boyfriend? The DJ guy maybe?

This boyfriend question was not making its first appearance. Did she have a boyfriend or not? That made a huge difference as to what I might say or do next. 

Was my life in danger if anyone saw the two of us walking around holding hands together in town? Up North the Southlands did not have a reputation for being exactly civilized, all kinds of violent things could happen down here. 

I imagined that events at Rick's place would not stay secret. Would I get castrated by some jealous Jackson lout and my body tossed into the river?

But maybe Danni Raye was single and just dying to hitch up with a handsome sophisticated Northerner like me. As I got deeper into my pint, I found myself thinking about ways to chuck my college career and my grunt job at Kinko's that kept me out of debt in Chicago, and move down here and dig ditches during the day and see Danni Raye at night, where we would make wonderful music together with candles and soft sheets and on weekends she could show me the beautiful ins-and-outs of Jackson and the tree under which she kissed her first boyfriend and the creek where her dad took her fishing. 

I knew my thoughts were crazy, outlandish, ridiculous, but I couldn't stop myself. Maybe I could tell her my truck was a goner and I was stuck in town forever, although that wouldn't have been true. 

In fact I had gotten the damn Nissan that morning and it was back to working order, my wallet flattened to a depressing degree. But maybe I could convince her that I was going to have to stay in town and go on welfare relief and beg for alms in front of her place of residence (which I had no idea where it was in town, if it even was in town) until she relented and accepted me into her life quasi-permanently.

By five minutes after six I was ready to start a fight with the bartender. 

"Where is she?" I was prepared to holler at him and leap the bar to throttle him if he didn't have a good answer. But I restrained myself, although I did end up pacing up and down a bit, drawing some strange looks from some of the regulars.

Finally, at 6:12, Danni Raye arrived, in jeans and a nice white front-buttoned blouse, her hair in a ponytail. I could see her nipples outlined, so she probably had done without a bra. She looked great and I made a fuss of telling her so.

We exchanged hugs, briefer than I wanted and she sat down.

"So, how'd it go last night?" I began breathlessly, "tell me all about it. This Rick guy, that sure was some party he held, what did you two do ..."

Danni held a hand up to stop me and smiled indulgently.

"Dave, slow down, slow down."

I had to take a deep breath and it was a struggle to just listen to her.

She said it was a fine night, nothing special, she slept until ten, she wished she could have seen me - my pulse quickened nicely with this piece of info - but they had had a good breakfast together and the rest of the day she had spent at home getting ready for her trip.

Her trip? What was this?

She laughed at my questions. "Jo Anne and I for the last couple years have always taken a trip to a country place her family has downriver, for the long weekend after Fat Tuesday. It gives us a chance to cool out, take a break, spend some quality time together."

"Sounds splendid!" I said, that word coming out of my mouth for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

But she had detected something in my voice. 

"It is just Jo Anne and I, Dave, no one else."

I tried. I lobbied, I asked about past years and whether their sweeties ever came along or visited or even just came over for an afternoon. I tried every angle until Danni Raye was looking at me like I was absolutely mad. Even then, it wasn't an unkind look. But I could see where this was going.

I'd finished my second beer, but Danni Raye said we should take a walk, we needed to get some things straightened out. I didn't like the sound of this but wasn't in a position to argue.

I paid up and as evening approached we took a long walk along one of the streams that ran by the town, all forested and park-like. My fears were pretty much confirmed.

She had a sweetie, it wasn't DJ, and looking back I now realize that she didn't even say the sex of her "steady" - maybe it could even have been Jo Anne! - although that thought did not occur to me then. No she would not permit me to move to Jackson and try to pursue her, she had had a great time with me and had hoped we might spend the night together. 

Oh yes we would! I had no trouble agreeing to this. 

But her main point was that far more of what had gone on in the last day and a half was because of Mardi Gras, and nothing else.

"You're a sweet guy Dave, it has been great to meet you, but let's leave it good and well at that. And we've got another night."

So those last two words became my mission.

Another night.

We walked back to the hotel, and my groin was in that heightened state of anticipation that is so delicious. I imagined my cock in all sorts of lovely situations, getting suckled, pushing up Danni Raye's sweet cunt, pumping quarts and quarts of sperm into her one way or another. 

Danni Raye stopped a block from the hotel and told me to go on ahead. 

"I'll use the back entrance, and I can say I just came to pick up my paycheck if I run into anyone. It would not sit well with my boss if he saw us come in together and going up to your room. I may be a few minutes but I'll see you up there as soon as it's all clear."

I had taken some time earlier during the day, more to keep me occupied than anything else, to procure a variety of supplies. I figured we might want some food sometime during the evening, so had bought cheese and crackers, some beer, which I knew Danni Raye drank since I'd seen her, and then, since I saw them in the grocery store, it was called Higgity Piggity or something, a couple candles. I lit the candles and got them going, and admired the nicely lighted room in the time set for me before she arrived. 

Finally the knock came and I let her in.

We stood facing each other, not saying a word. The air was electric.

After closing the door, I reached out and undid the top button of her blouse. Danni Raye gave me a shy smile. I didn't even know shyness was in her arsenal.

I slowly undid the next button, and the one after that, until her blouse was open from top to bottom. She was smiling demurely. I could see that lovely valley between her breasts, and reached inside her shirt to feel one of her nipples. I carefully and deliberately eased her blouse off and put it to the side, then felt both nipples in my hands. They grew erect before my eyes.

We seemed to have an understanding, I don't think we spoke a single word to each other for the next hour or so. Everything was in slow motion, an expectant dynamism in the air. 

She undid the buttons on my own shirt and removed it, folding it carefully and placing it on the hotel room's dresser. She felt my own nipples and ran her fingers over my chest, and I quivered at the touch. 

We stood face to face, and managed each of us to feel and fondle each other's chest at the same time. Her breasts were very firm to the touch, barely a crease on their underside. 

Her shoulders were light but strong, her waist thin and soft, and her skin throughout was smooth with a buttermilk-like color and consistency. My mouth watered, my cock twitched.

I knelt down and removed one of her boots, then the other. Socks came off. I stood up and unhitched the button on her jeans. Our eyes were locked together. Without looking down, I carefully unzipped her jeans. I slithered them down her hips and off, following her lead and folding them carefully before putting them aside.

We stood face to face again, and I reached behind her head and undid her hair thingy, so her soft straight light-brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders. I slid my hands down to her panties, easing them over and down her slim hips. She altered her leg position a bit and with a giggle let them drop to the floor.

She reached forward and undid my pants, and knelt to ease them, and my knickers, off each leg in turn. 

My cock sprung free, pointing pretty much straight out. It was hungry, not quite fully stiff but alive to everything that might happen. She kissed the tip, and slid my foreskin free so that my cockhead was exposed. I felt her warm breath on its head.

With one hand she felt under my balls, which were oscillating restlessly in their sack.

My prick tip was kissed again, then licked, then disappeared into her mouth, my glans fully engulfed. I closed my eyes and focused on her soft wet tongue and lips as they worked magic on my cock. When I looked down again, she was looking up at my face, her eyes shining with pleasure.

She led me by hand to the bed, and we pulled the covers down and laid side by side, eyes locked on each other. I was the first to move, I wanted to explore her body. 

I began with a kiss to her mouth, while I urged her over onto her back, and I made my journey down her body. I nibbled her ears, smelled her hair, kissed her shoulders, licked her armpits, mostly touched with fingers, tongue or lips, every square inch of her body that I could reach.

Of course, I ended up at her notch. A quick look up at her face beforehand was all the evidence I needed to proceed. 

I urged her legs a bit further apart, and started my re-acquaintance with her groin, begun, what - was it really just the the night before? She had lovely thin lips, just the barest fur, it really didn't need any trimming it was so light and silky and sparse. 

I licked up and down each side, feeling my hard cock pressing into the bed mattress with sympathetic arousal, and explored, poking my tongue up her channel, teasing her little clitoris now grown pink and at attention. 

Her cunt-lips got slippery wet, the whole smell intoxicating. I went for awhile until she eased me off and up next to her, with a sultry, come-hither smile which I interpreted as a desire to both reciprocate, and to extend things a bit longer.

We kissed side by side, her fingers playing over my prick, and then she worked her way down to my hips and toyed with my cock. 

She examined it from stem to stern, kissing, licking, using very gentle touches, and hefted my balls, rolling them in her fingers. Best, as always, was when just my prickhead was in her mouth, her lips pressed lightly against my glans while her tongue worked my cockhead, with her hands holding or fondling my balls. But she did this seldom, preferring other less intensive amusements to build my loin-lust.

So we took turns for quite a while, gently savoring each other's body, sensing what felt good and doing more of that, then backing off for diversion's sake. 

Her nipples got marvelous hard, like tough little raisins on her smooth chest, and I was struck by how firm her flesh was throughout. Even her ass pushed back when I pressed on it, and I wondered if this was just the result of dancing, or some other physical efforts in her life, or maybe just the way God made her to be.

Our turns on one another were bringing each of us ever closer to the crisis, but we were able to sense the other's approach, and then shift attention away enough to keep things in the verge-zone. 

At one point I was just sitting on her chest, enjoying the feel my cock's underside had on her sternum, while we looked at each other and she tweaked my nipples. I marked her face, sliding the underside of my prick along her cheeks and nose, into her hair, now spread out delectably on the pillows. 

I dropped my balls onto her nose and squashed them around, until she took the hint and suckled them, one by one, her tongue pushing back against their pressure in their tight sack. This felt so sweet my hips were soon quivering.

Finally, we both judged it time, and she had me lie on my back while she straddled my hips. Even then, she did not want to mount me immediately, but instead just slowly, gently slid her cuntlips up and down the outside of my prickshaft. They were wet enough than soon my own prick was glistening. 

Sometimes she would stop with the top of her notch right at the bottom of my cockhead, and press her hips into me. Hands near my shoulders, she kept looking at me while she rocked back and forth, until neither of us could stand it any more, and she raised up and slowly lowered herself down on me. She wiggled her rump and was home, her eyes shining.

I didn't last long. It felt too good, although it would have been even faster if I had been on top. She got a lovely rolling hips motion going on me, sometimes holding herself up, sometimes lying down on my chest while we kissed and with my hands I felt her rumpcheeks squeeze and motion back and forth.

So it was like that with her laid out on top of me, with her tongue in my mouth that I first felt my balls going off. I humped as best I could while underneath, a good strong series of pulsed sperm pushed into her. 

Her cunt clipped my prick as I was pulsing, I held her slender hips and felt her ass cheeks squeeze the last bits of semen out of me. She slowed, continuing to kiss me and her fingers played over my head and hair, and her hips moved ever so softly up and down until my cock was completely spent.

We lay together for some time, eyes closed, our hands caressing each other.

Then I eased her up, and urged her cunt up to my face. The bed was an old brass affair, and she found a good place to hold on to the rails at the head while she hovered her cunt over my face. It was sloppy wet with both our juices, the smell of both cunt and sperm pervasive. 

I darted my tongue up to a very swampy channel, and licked and played with her lips while she directed her hips this way and that over my face. Pretty soon I noted that her hand-grip on the bed had tightened, and her hips were crunching into me with a bit more energy. Her asscheeks felt sublime in my hands, I could feel them squeezing when she pushed her cunt into my face.

I played my tongue over her, tapping her clit from time to time, and she began her climax with a great long exhalation.

"Ahhhhhh," she went, pushing really hard now into me, her hips curling, ass clenching, and her cunt expended itself on my face, her soft inner thighs squeezing my head.

"Uhhh," she went, slowing, until all was quiet, and I had a lovely soft wet cunt attached to my face.

She raised up and settled next to me.

"You fuck divinely," she finally said in a low voice, music to my ears. These were the first words spoken since she entered the room. We kissed and caressed for some time.

I got up to pee eventually, and fetched her a beer and a plate of the cheese and crackers. We sat at the top of the bed and talked. Her eyes were shining. She sat cross-legged, and I marveled at her symmetry, how gracefully she held her shoulders, and the small lovely curves in her breasts. We guzzled our beers and talked all over the map. 

Of course, sooner or later we got around to talking sex. Danni Raye was sitting there right next to me on the bed, with a half-smile while she spoke about her sexual likes and dislikes, her light brown hair hanging loose and a bit mussed. 

I was looking at her breasts, and her fair-skinned shoulders, and how all of her was connected together. My cock had recovered a bit, and while not hard, felt like it would be capable shortly. I thought back to my first sighting of Danni Raye as a dancer, before I even knew who she was, and how her rump moved so nicely when she and her dancing troop were in the parade.

She had gotten up to pee and was about to fetch me another beer, one for her as well. It was sweet just to see her move gracefully about the room without any clothes on. I had her stand in front of me and turn around slowly, a beer bottle in each hand, so I could admire her from every angle. Her ass was so cute, I found myself making a request.

"I don't suppose you would be up for me taking you in the rear?" 

Danni Raye laughed, a long silvery laugh, not unkindly.

"Anal? No, not for me. That is Jo Anne's thing, never totally understood why, but she loves it, at least sometimes, with some guys. You were lucky. But not for me. Unless you meant fucking from behind, not in my ass, that would be okay."

I pondered the answer and her smile at me.

"Actually, what I would really like is for you to lick me. And for me to taste you again." She smiled, that shy look again.

I decided I could live with this.

She sat next to me and we drank our beers and talked some more. Before too long, she had put her bottle down and her fingers were playing lightly over my cock. 

She was sitting cross-legged again, she looked so appealing in that position. She was looking me straight in the eye, her fingers provoking marvelous feelings in my cock. 

I reached out and began to fondle her closest nipple, which responded by growing erect. She had two hands on my cock, flopping it about, teasing the head, and it was growing, bit by bit. She waved it about, rolled it between her hands, slid the foreskin up and down, coaxed my slowly engorging cockhead free.

She leaned over and took my cockhead into her mouth, which made her breasts hang down and they were even more inviting that way, small firm cones of flesh with nipples pointing down. I fondled both of them while she played her mouth over my cock. 

The first erection after a spend, if one gets to a second, is so delicious and different from the previous one, where your penis is just dying to go off and its impatience shortens many an encounter that could have been longer. 

I felt my cock growing in Danni Raye's mouth, and in that state she could do things with it that are more difficult when fully erect. She took me all the way in, for example, not that she couldn't do that anyway, and had, as my cock is mid-size. But it was fine to have it go all the way in, her nose buried in my groin hair, while her fingers worked my balls and her mouth constricted my cock.

I could feel it stiffening, such a distinct pleasure to have your cock grow hard in someone's mouth. And it was better even than that since I could watch this delightful dancer's body move while her mouth worked me over. She raised up at one point and asked me to fetch her hair thingy on the dresser.

"Be a little easier with my hair tied back," she said, fishing one of her stray head hairs out of her mouth.

I got up, feeling my rod now hard, that heavy bobbing feel to the head as I moved across the room and back. She put her hair back. I loved how her breasts moved when both hands were behind her head, and afterwards I urged her onto her back. It was her turn.




Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras Ch. 03



I got on all fours and pretended to stalk her, which would become a recurring theme for the next hour or so between us. I "caught" her feet and dragged them to the foot of the bed, then spread them wide and pretended to hunt her cunt, slowly maneuvering my way up her legs, pausing at strategic places along the way to view my object, spread so nicely in front of me, the red gash still seeping with fluids from before. 

She had on a huge grin, her role of prey being the passive victim awaiting the onslaught. I finally pounced on her cunt, a long amused laugh coming from its owner.

In no hurry, I licked along her lips, stopping to kiss her thighs and hips, all the surrounding territory, caressing with my hands what I could reach, until her hip motions began to show signs of impatience, and I moved back up to her notch. Salty, oysterish, slippery wet, her cuntlips were delectable, so elastic and willing. 

I spent some time poking about, giving her teasing attention, until her thighs were moving restlessly. She got up, on all fours, an evil predatory smile on her face, and then, tables turned, she stalked me around the bed, each of us moving like two big cats circling each other. 

She managed to dart up behind me once and sniffed my balls, then like lightning pretended to mount me so that I felt her chest on my back and her hips pressed into my rump. She ground her cunt into my ass and reached around with one hand and began to stroke my cock, her fingers making a ring and running it lightly up and down my shaft, which was pointing straight ahead, parallel with my belly. 

Each time her finger-ring slid over the ridge of my glans, I responded with a quiver of pleasure. With her other hand she caressed my chest and tweaked one nipple. The feel of her soft warm body on top of me, plus the playful attention, was divine.

We played animals for awhile, nibbling on each other's ears, licking armpits, almost managing to tickle each other to pieces at different points, when we came upon sensitive spots. Each part of her was more delicious than the last, her soft curving hips, her inviting inner thighs, her ankles, her nipples, her neck.

One time when I was on my back, she was over me on all fours, in a raised sixty-nine position, playing with my prick. I had a great view of her cunt open above me, and her breasts hanging a bit further away. 

She looked back at me with an upside-down grin and began to take my prickhead into her mouth. I played my fingers over her notch until she settled her whole cunt down over my face, rubbing it up and down, getting me slobbery wet with fluids.

Meanwhile the sensations coming from the root of my prick were sweet, too intense to continue.

I flopped her over on her back and went to work on her cunt. I had gotten her close to climax a couple times with my mouth, and by now I could feel her cunt muscles tighten down on my tongue when it was all the way up her. Pretty soon her hips were pushing back into me, her legs tensing. Her breathing was elevated and she came quickly, twice, the second a little less intensive than the first. Her juices were all over my chin and lower face.

I moved up next to her and we kissed, while she relaxed and recuperated a little.

"Can I mount you for a moment?" I whispered, my penis twitching with anticipation. She had said she wanted to suck me, but I wanted my cock up her at least for a short ride first. 

She nodded, and I rearranged the pillows and got her on her stomach, her hips raised and ass spread apart, an inviting sight, reminiscent of Jo Anne the other night. 

I was up her in a trice, and held myself upright for a bit, holding her hips and sliding my most excited prick in and out of her very slippery channel. It was a visual feast watching my cock disappear as it went up her, her creamy smooth ass responding to my thrusts. 

But soon I wanted to feel my chest on her back, biting her neck softly with my teeth while I kept my prick moving inside her. I reached around underneath her and teased her clit with the fingers of one hand and I got her to come again, a short shudder of pleasure rippling through her, accompanied by a lovely series of quick noisy exhalations. 

I loved the way her hips moved underneath me, and her cunt gripped my prick when she spent. I lay quietly on top of her and we rested for a moment, and then she uncunted, and with a lascivious smile laid me out on my back and knelt next to me. She held my cock as if a precious object, and with a smile went to work on me.

She played with my prickhead, both with her fingertips and then with her mouth. She eased my cockskin up and down, and tongued my prickhead. She settled down between my legs, spreading them wide, and sucked each of my balls, licking, running her fingers up and down my inner thighs.

She varied her tempo, at one point going excruciatingly slowly, her tongue taking forever to run up and down the outside of my prickshaft, then, like time was frozen, sliding across my cock's head, touching each little section of sensitive nerves, before darting her tongue's tip lightly into my piss-slit.

The torture was growing impossible to bear, my hips were squirming with pleasure, I was going to have to erupt.

She sensed this, and came up to my face, lying next to me while she kissed me, one hand lightly on my prick and balls. Then she turned over on her back, propping her head up on a couple pillows. She gave me a "come hither" look and made an "O" shape with her lips - I was to fuck her mouth.

I wasted no time, and soon had the same position with her that she had earlier had with me, when she was grinding her cunt into my mouth. I was kneeling astride her, my hands were on the bed's headboard supporting me, and my groin was pressing into her face.

I went as slowly as I could bear, at least initially. I held my prickhead in her mouth, just moving it with short, slow motions in and out, while she cupped her lips over my cockhead and tongued me. One of her hands was cradling my balls, rolling them in her fingers, tugging, squeezing. Her lips gently pressing on my glans were intoxicating.

Soon I was going further in, pushing more of my cock down her throat, then lingering on the backstroke so she could tongue my cock's head, then back in. My balls were boiling, impatient for release, their sperm pressure building to an unsustainable level. 

I soon found myself pushing into her hard, I could feel my ass squeezing tight with each thrust, trying not to go too violently into her, but the thrusts had become nearly involuntary. 

She held my balls with one hand and was sucking audibly on each push of my prick. I found that my hands were gripping the bed's head-board tightly. My hips were going like pistons, nothing could have stopped them, and I felt the sperm-load gather itself up in my loins, irresistible. 

A loud deep cry came from my lips as my cock exploded, the first spurt of semen hitting the back of her throat while I felt my hips pushing frantically. One of her hands was still on my balls, the other coaxing my ass to action. 

Six good, strong spurts of sperm went into her mouth, I looked down to see her lips working over my cock, her throat tightening with each swallow, urging more and more semen from me until there was nothing left. 

At the end she kept softly sucking, her lips going gently over my cock until I couldn't stand any contact at all and I withdrew, my penis a half-limp glistening hose, the head red and wet and dangling, totally expended. I had humped her mouth fiercely. She looked up at me, her eyes shining.

That night we slept back to front, the bed covers comfortably over us. My arms were around her, one hand on a breast, her ass curved into my crotch, which had that warm and exhausted feel that comes from a good prolonged love-session. She feel asleep first, her breath settling into a heavy sonorous rhythm. I could smell her hair and the back of her neck. I was not long to follow and drifted into a lovely exhausted sleep.

We woke up in the same position. I am not sure who came to consciousness first, but likely got the other up with some subtle motion or another. This time however, I found my cock hard, pressing into the valley of her ass-cheeks. With a quiet murmur of pleasure, she gave me a little rub with them and I was on fire before I had fully surfaced. Her ass was such a delectable combination of firm and smooth, and by rubbing her ass-cheeks' valley up and down my prickshaft I was soon a squirming mess of desire. She got up to pee, told me to stay put.

It was just seven, so there wasn't much time together. Danni Raye had said she wanted to leave before eight, since her boss rolled in around 8:30, and she wanted to be well clear of the place before he arrived and the hotel got into full swing. I wished she could have stayed longer but didn't have any choice.

She sucked me. She sucked me lovely.

It was that early morning cock-hardness that knows no patience. In less than ten minutes she had launched another few mouthfuls of sperm out of me, her eyes locked on mine the whole time while she worked my cock-head and kneaded my balls, nestled there on her knees between my legs. I will never forget her face in the reduced morning light, my prick going in and out of her sweet smiling mouth, when my loins discharged.

She gathered her stuff and was on her way far too quickly. She slipped out the door around eight. I gave her a long kiss and hug, the smell of my sperm on her breath, and with a real pang watched her pad quietly down the hotel hallway.

So by nine in the morning, I had nothing else to do but pack up and head back north. While checking out I felt like the hotel clerk could tell by my facial expression and body language how many times my penis had been up Danni Raye in the last couple days. I imagined the clerk could probably smell my sperm too. 

I started to wonder if I had hallucinated the last two days I had been in town. With every movement I made, my cock was aggravatingly sensitive to touch inside my shorts and trousers. My balls were aching too. Both of these sets of sensations were a counter-argument to the idea that the whole set of adventures had been a product of my imagination.

I did drive a little bit around town before heading home, but could not begin to discover the path we had taken to go to the party at Rick's. It had been dark, and of course I had been distracted, big time, in both directions that evening. 

You know those noir movies where the kidnappers don't want their victim to know where they are going, and drive in circles and blindfold him while he's in the back seat? In real life, they don't need to do anything of the sort, just have a beautiful girl play with the kidnapped guy's prick on the journey. I guarantee he will not have the slightest idea of what route they took. 

But I did get to look around town a little bit before I hit the highway. I felt a bit empty, and wished mightily I could have accompanied Danni Raye and Jo Anne on their retreat.

I had the whole way back to Chicago, a good twelve hours on the road, to run my thoughts over the events of the last couple days. I had wrangled Danni Raye's email address out of her, but she wouldn't give me her phone number, and stupidly it had never occurred to me to ask for her last name. 

None of my online attempts to identify her later were successful. I emailed her a few times, but never got a response so don't know if she ignored me or I just got the address wrong. 

So my Mardi Gras journey went completely haywire from the beginning, violently lurching from utter failure to unexpected success to a dismal, disoriented end. Every time I have thought of Danni Raye since then however, my cock twitches with an aching, yearning pleasure.



Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras



Danni Raye's finger tips were lightly playing over my cockhead, it felt wonderful. Jo Anne's fingers cupped my balls, squeezing and fondling them. This was going to be some evening. 

Danni Raye gave me a sidelong glance. "Health good?" she asked. I knew what she meant and nodded. 

She smiled. "Us too. Can't vouch for everyone tonight but if you stay with us you're fine." I responded with a shit-stupid grin.

The houses had gotten farther apart from each other and further set back from the street as we drove through the outskirts of town. The road now had huge dark oak trees which arched over the street from both sides, large branches wildly silhouetted against the night sky, . 

We turned up a long driveway past an impressive stone gate and soon a large, two-story, imposing house hove into view. A pile of cars were parked off to the side. The place looked, and sounded, busy. Music drifted out the front doors, some bluesy Delta-like tunes.

We went up the long, wide steps with majestic, elaborately milled hand rails on the side and found our way into a large ballroom area, tall windows with long expensive red drapes on the sides. Dark wood trim and wainscoting looked very 19th century. 

Danni Raye asked what I wanted to drink and fetched us a couple beers, while I surveyed the crowd. Maybe thirty or so couples, young, and I thought I recognized a number of dancers I had seen only a few hours earlier. They had on a bit more clothes, mostly, than they had before, but it didn't make them any less alluring. A handsome crew.

"There's Rick," Danni Raye nudged me. "Owns the house and puts on the party."

A tall, courtly fellow, maybe early sixties, with gray-white hair, was at one doorway, observing the crowd. He was elegantly dressed, with a trim mustache in a fashion not seen much up north. He looked pleased, a small formal smile on his face. 

Danni Raye herded me into a slightly smaller room next to the ballroom, with a raised stage at one end. This was filled shortly with the band, pulling their guitars, horns and percussion gear in with them and soon were belting out some ancient, mournful jazz music. The rest of the crowd trickled in. 

One of the folks from the parade, yes, it was Debbie Hurst herself, got up to the front of the stage and let out a holler to quiet down. "Big dance time!" she yelled, "People get ready!" 

Something about her, not just her red hair and petite stature, reminded me of what I knew about Janis Joplin. She had one of those thousand-watt smiles and a burst of go-for-it-all energy.

Jo Anne snickered. 

"Danni Raye hasn't told you about this part yet," she said to me. "You gonna fill him in?" she asked her friend.

Danni Raye smiled, a bit ruefully. "You're our entry in the dance category," she said simply.

"I what?" I was floored. My mouth hung open. "Dance? Me? What are you talking about?" 

Well, I was in a tough spot. Apparently I had been invited along to replace the "DJ" guy and there was some sort of dance event I had to enter. 

My protestations that I did not know how to dance, that any dancing movements that came from me were clumsy, spastic and likely to cause embarrassment all around were only met with reassuring smiles. 

"Doesn't matter," soothed Danni Raye. "You got nice, good-looking legs. You'll do fine."

"Easy for you to say!" I spluttered, but by then she had led me by hand to the back of the stage, and the nature of the spectacle grew even more bizarre. 

I saw a half dozen guys, including our car's driver, taking their clothes off and putting on tight, short, white, tunic-like garments that covered their shoulders but left belly buttons exposed. 

The shirts had large flowing 18th century Errol Flynn-like sleeves that closed tightly at the wrists, very swashbuckling. But then they didn't put on anything else, just stood there with the shirts on and barefoot, and their lower torsos naked from navel to toenails! 

I turned with an open mouth to Danni Raye but she had already stooped and was pulling off my boots and trousers, while Jo Anne removed my shirt and steered my arms into the sleeves of one of the tunic things. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jessie start to frig Jean Paul's prick into a stiffer and stiffer state, until his cock was hard and pointing pretty much straight up. His cockhead had emerged from his foreskin, and stood out like a round, smooth jewel, all engorged and red. 

Danni Raye smiled and I felt her hands on my own tool.

I looked at her.

"Hold on a sec, I'll get you good and hard and ready to go," she said and her hands went to work on my penis.

All this was happening way too fast for me to process, and I managed somehow to stop my brain just long enough to enjoy feeling her fingers run over my cock. What in the world had I gotten myself into?

Now, I will tell you that I like my penis. 

It is handsome enough, and while, like a lot of guys, I might wish that it was a little bit larger, a little bit longer and my balls had a bit more heft and held a bit more sperm, I am happy with it and it has certainly given me my share of pleasure over the years. No complaints. But I am not accustomed to having it out in the open, within sight of more than one person at a time, and especially not erect in public.

I looked out over the rest of the lot. Luckily, there were no monster dicks. Jean Paul's was not much longer than mine, but was, like Jean Paul himself, clearly thicker, and had a wonderful red, swollen and menacing cockhead that looked like it would do a marvelous job reaming out the inside of whatever cunt it found itself up. 

Visualizing him plowing Jessie's undoubtedly tight channel, his big hairy rump cheeks clenching away while he drove into her, was enough to make my own cock twitch. 

The others all looked good, to tell the truth, as a hard cock at attention is surely one of the grandest sights in the world. 

And here were a half-dozen young, healthy, aroused prick-samples sticking out and ready for whatever was due them this evening. I saw Debbie Hurst gazing at the forest of erect cocks and smiling, her eyes flashing with what couldn't have been anything but raw lust. 

The band started up with a new, quicker tune and I felt Danni Raye's hands pushing me into a line with the other guys. Before I knew it, the lot of us designated dancers were moving to the music, up on stage before the rest of the crowd, and I tried to imitate the other guys' actions. 

The rest of the room was watching us and hollering encouragement, and I suddenly realized that this is probably what it felt like to be a Mardi Gras dancer doing a samba in front of a loud, rowdy crowd. The difference of course was our cocks, all sticking out and waving around while we gyrated to the music. 

I heard some of the folks shouting out names. 

"Jean Paul! Shake it boy!" 

"Ronnie Lee, you lookin' good!" 

A couple times I thought I saw people pointing at me and whispering to each other. I don't know how I made it through the dance, probably only about ten minutes or so all told, but it was a blur. I didn't think, just acted. I followed the lead of the rest, trying to smile and look like this wasn't the first time I had ever done something like this. 

We ended up in a chorus line at the end, arms around each others' shoulders, kicking our legs up high like the Rockettes, smiling like a bunch of idiots, our balls and stiff pricks waving and wagging in unison. The audience hooted and roared their approval. We took a bow at the end, and all sweaty, made our returns to our partners. 

Danni Raye was smiling to beat the band.

"You were great!" She gave me a sloppy kiss and hug. 

"Exceeded all expectations!" agreed Jo Anne, her eyes shining, "so glad we could convince you to come!" She kissed me as well, her tongue darting into my mouth.

Jo Anne had a towel and dried me off a bit, wiping my forehead and the rest of me. I made an attempt to take off my tunic, but Danni Raye stopped me.

"Sorry, you have to wear it for the rest of the evening." 

I looked puzzled but she smiled. I reached down to fetch my trousers, but she stopped me again. 

"No, for the rest of the night you got to keep the rest of your clothes off too. Been the rule for the guy dancers since Rick has been having these galas." 

I looked around. Sure enough, all the rest of the male dancers were the same. A couple cocks had drooped a bit after our stage exertions, but in at least one case his partner had noticed and was stroking it back into an aroused state. 

Danni Raye grasped my cock in one hand and led me to the dance-floor. "Let's get a dance in together, then we can go find a quieter spot." 

We had a long, thankfully slow, dance together. I liked how small her waist felt with my right hand around her, and she held my other hand affectionately as we pirouetted about. 

Her dress clung tightly to her, I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. She was smiling the whole time, thanking me for stepping up to the plate and filling in under adverse circumstances and bailing them out of a tough situation to which they had committed and for overall being a good sport. 

I felt my prick sway from side to side with our dancing movements, and looked at the rest of the dance-floor, all the other male dancers paired up with their partners. I could see the stiff bobbing pricks of some, the bare rump cheeks of others. 

Everyone was smiling the smiles of folks in the early stage of a long-term party, still looking forward to much more excitement for the evening.

After the number was over, Danni Raye led me by hand up a flight of stairs to the second story of the place. We went down a long, wide hallway, with rooms to each side. I noticed in a few of the rooms, with their large, dark wooden doors wide open, there were couples who had made themselves comfortable on couches or even open beds in the middle of the rooms. 

One of the male dancers who had been next to me on the stage was sitting on a big old overstuffed chair, while his girl was kneeling on the floor next to him, fondling his very ardent erection. 

She had removed her own clothing, and I saw the back of her angular shoulders and soft white ass, while she attended to the guy. He saw us go by and gave a friendly wave. 

I looked over at Danni Raye who didn't even appear to notice, intent as she was on getting me down the hallway to a room at the far end of the place. 

We passed more rooms, all with open doors, some of them occupied with dancers in the early stages of some erotic activity. Lots of clothes were off, erections visible, and in one case a guy was already tailing his girl, spread out on a bed, and you could see his rump moving animatedly from the rear while he pushed into her, her dark legs splayed out to each side of his pale white ass. 

We entered a bedroom at the end of the hall, and Danni Raye turned to face me. 

"We have a nice evening ahead Dave," she said. "Thanks again." 

I nodded. 

She slithered out of her dress and led me by hand to the bed in the middle of the room. There were no covers on the bed, just a smooth pale blue satin sheet and a pile of pillows at the head. 

She was a little taller than I, with slim hips and shoulders, and the most entrancingly smooth pale skin. 

I wanted to close the bedroom doors first for some quiet and privacy and then just a chance to relax in Danni Raye's arms for a bit before we got all hot and heavy, but Danni Raye shook her head. 

"Doors stay open, all night," she said. "It's Rick's Open House. It's Mardi Gras."

I didn't know where to begin. We just lay next to each other for awhile, staring into each other's eyes, our arms around each other, gently rubbing shoulders and flanks. I traced my fingers over the shape of her hips and caressed her smooth cool thighs. It felt real nice. 

Every time I opened my mouth to say something, nothing would come out, so I just let it go and settled into our soft embrace. 

Finally, I had to ask. 

"Why did you suck me? Was it just to convince me to go along and replace DJ?"

Her smile was shy, almost apologetic. 

"No, I hadn't thought of that, not 'til Jo Anne mentioned it. I just felt so sorry for you, you and your New Orleans plans all shot, and here you were in a strange town with no friends." Her voice trailed off.

"And I liked you," she went on. "You're cute."

I gave her a squeeze.

"And I have found that the fastest way to make friends with a guy is to take his penis into your mouth," she said. 

I started. I couldn't actually argue with this. 

I wondered how many "friends" she had made in her life. If this was an example of the legendary "southern hospitality," I was a convert. 

As if saying the words were enough, she slowly made her way down to my crotch and gently turned me a little so I was laid out on my back. She knelt by my side and took my prick into her mouth. It was only half hard, but she played with my balls and along with a few minutes suction of her soft wet mouth this was enough to have me plenty hard again. How many times since the parade had my cock been stiff? I had lost count. 

I reached over and fondled the nipple of her closest breast. Why do so many small-breasted women have disproportionately large nipples? This had always puzzled me. I had had girlfriends with big soft tits but tiny nipples; it wasn't just a percentage/proportion thing. 

My old high school flame had had almost no chest at all, but thick prominent nipples that had been so much fun to play with. Beats me. 

Danni Raye had firm smooth breasts that felt like solid cream in your hands, but her nipples stuck out strong and dark and hard, and it was a distinct pleasure to feel them with my one hand, while I watched her lips move up and down my cock. 

Unlike most of my previous liaisons, she was a "looker" while sucking me. She would close her eyes sometimes while her lips ran up and down my shaft, but most of the time she would send her gaze up to meet my eyes, sometimes trying to figure out whether what she was doing was okay (don't stop!) but the looks were sweet and expressive and heightened the pleasure. 

The whole scene was exquisite, her long body with its pale soft skin, her sweet face and versatile tongue, her hands cupping my balls and rubbing the insides of my thighs. But I wasn't going to last long at this rate, it was too intense, so I gently eased her off to return the favor. 

She lay next to me for a bit, while we kissed, and I rummaged around her crotch with one hand, which to my delight was already quite damp. Her notch was small, the lips like tightly pulled petals over the inside of a flower, and she had the cutest little button of a clitoris. 

Teasing it then became my enjoyment, and her hips started to move along with my motions. I sucked on her tongue and ran my fingers up and down her wet notch, playing, lightly caressing, letting her know that her body deserved a good worship. 

Before long however, I had to get a closer look, so I eased her on her back and made my way down between her legs. 

Such a sweet cunt! Lightly furred, very sparse hair, her lips were just barely spread open and pink with invitation. I settled in and ran my tongue up and down, just tapping her tiny erect clitoris on the top stroke and was pleased to note the effects it had on my dancer goddess. 

Her hips began to squirm a bit, sometimes pushing back into the bed, then into my face, and her legs were moving restlessly. Her hands were on my head, sometimes caressing my ears, sometimes pulling me into some especially nice place or guiding me along. 

I stole a glance up and saw her own eyes closed, her head turned to the side, her face a bit flushed. My own cock was aching, just sensing her feel the approach of her own pleasure. 

I ran my tongue up her channel, and poked around, then went back to up and down along her lips and tapping her clit playfully but deliberately. 

All of a sudden I felt her grab my head more forcefully and I responded with a bit more energy and pressure and then she was pushing her cunt into my face strongly and I could feel her hips tighten and she let out a long low exhale. 

Several times she pushed her groin into me while I played my tongue over her, and she took a nice first pleasure. A bit of relaxation came upon her, and I continued to play my tongue over her cunt, now sopping with fluids all over, some running down my chin. She tasted good. 

Finally I rose to my knees, my cock pointing out hard and straight. Seeing Danni Raye laid out there on the bed, her head hair loosened and wild on the pillow, with her legs spread and notch all wet, I wanted her. 

Not just my cock, although it too, achingly hard and twitching with lust, wanted to slide its way up her in the worst way, but all the rest of me. 

Twenty four hours previous I didn't know she existed, didn't even know her name until just a couple hours ago, but now I was seized with desire. I wanted to feel each inch of her flesh, sense my cock stretching and touching every part of her insides, my balls ready to flood her as full as was possible.

I put my prickhead right at her opening, and played it up and down along her lips for a couple minutes. 

This was too good to hurry. But I couldn't stop either, and I finally pushed my prick up into her and laid down on top. 

She was a tight one, her cunt's grip on my cock intoxicating. We began the little pelvic dance that happens on the first time, each of us reacting to each other, sensing what felt good, and trying slight variations to the the old in-and-out. 

We got a nice rhythm going, and I liked how her cunt would grip my prickhead tightly on the out-stroke, making me want to push it back home again quickly. 

It was all too good, and quickly I found myself pushing hard and fast. Her hands were on my asscheeks urging me on, and then my balls tightened, and with a frantic series of thrusts I felt my sperm spurt forth, up and into this delectable creature. 

She gripped me good, I could feel her cuntal muscles clenching on my own prickshaft, and I had a good spend. I lay there on top of her for some time, and we kissed quietly. 

"Nice," she said, "you fuck divinely." 

This felt good to hear, naturally, and I finally uncunted. When I turned my head a bit, I noticed Rick was standing at the doorway, a quiet smile on his face. There were a couple folks behind him too. 

I was a bit undone by this; I had no idea how long he had been looking at us and whether he had seen me come in Danni Raye, but she barely acknowledged his presence. 

A Look Around

"You thirsty?" she asked. "I could powerful use another beer." By the time she had pulled on her dress, the doorway was empty. I looked down at my prick, all wet and shrunken. I wished I could have put some clothes on my lower body and said as much to Danni Raye. 

"After a fuck, my penis dwindles to a twelve year old's cock size," I lamented. 

To my surprise, Danni Raye laughed, not exactly at me.

"That's okay," she said. "You'll see a whole lot of shrunken dicks tonight. Of course a lot of erect ones too, just is part of the cycle. A tiny limp cock just means it's done a good job of discharging its spunk, and everyone here knows that and everyone is happy for that." 

The way she said "discharging its spunk" was somehow charming; it was not a phrase I heard much up in Michigan. 

"You said you would be hard again tonight, and I believe you." She gave me a kiss and I felt a little better. 

I was still conscious of how small my prick was as we walked out the door and down the way. I could feel the damp surface of its skin as it hit the air in the hallway, and every time we met up with someone else, I always had the feeling that they were looking at my crotch, which was probably true. By the end of the night I was used to it, even enjoyed it, but at the moment it was a bit unnerving. 




Dave's Disastrous Mardi Gras



We got a couple beers downstairs and chatted with a few other party-goers. For the first, but not the last time that evening, I felt folks give my rump a squeeze when they walked by, checking me out. 

The male dancers apparently were fair game for everyone. Later when I thought about it, it seemed to me that I had gotten a bit more attention than the others, maybe since I was an unknown outsider. 

Once even, later in the evening, when talking to one of the other Sambassadors, a girl, I think Sherry was her name, felt free enough to begin fondling my penis, trying to see if she could make it stiff. 

"You sharin' tonight?" she asked Danni Raye, with a searching glance. 

"We'll see," said Danni Raye with a half-smile, and I wasn't sure what this response meant, but Danni Raye said later that she was just putting the girl off. 

After downing our beers we then made our way back up to the upper floor hallway. We passed other rooms with mostly naked people in them. 

We stopped in one doorway and watched a diminutive Cajun guy with a skinny but well-furred rump impaling a much larger woman. She was lying on her back, her big fleshy legs around the guy's hips, her hands on his haunches urging him on. 

"Let's see this," Danni Raye said. "Roxanne is in Debbie Hurst's group, she is a loud one," she confided. 

We went inside to get a closer view. Apparently this was all acceptable behavior, at least here, at least tonight. 

We stood next to another couple sitting on a couch at the side of the room, as the little guy plowed Roxanne. 

The sitting guy, tall with a slender build and dirty blond hair, gave me a silly grin, and a thumb's up. "Won't be long!" he said in an excited voice. 

His girl, her shirt off and tits sloping attractively off to each side, had a hand on his tool, gently stroking. His prick was plenty hard, his cockhead poking free from his foreskin and pointing straight up. The tip looked damp and the shaft, all veined, gleamed in the room's indirect light.

"This is Annie" said Danni Raye, introducing us, "and John." John and I shook hands, but he quickly went back to checking out the bed action.

Sure enough, as Danni Raye had noted, Roxanne was not the quiet sort. 

"Fuck me, you little runt! Harder!" She was pulling strongly on the guy's ass, trying to get him to hump her more forcefully.

He was going at a pretty good clip at this point, his pelvis pistoning into her. You could see her hips absorb the thrusts. Her breasts, which were squashed out to the side between their tightly coupled bodies, jiggled as he worked her over.

"Aaaarah," she let out a grunt, "Harder you little fuck, harder!"

His forehead was all sweaty, I had no way of calculating how long he had been at her, or what they had been doing beforehand. His longish dark hair hung down damp across his shoulders. 

Then he too let out a yelp, and we saw his asscheeks clench tight and he frantically pulsed a good load of sperm up into the big wench. His ass kept pushing, albeit more slowly, until he was finally still. He gave her a kiss but she didn't look happy.

"I haven't come yet!" she bellowed. "Who's going to help out?" 

She pushed him out and to the side, his cock flopping wetly, then cast an eye in our direction, looking at me first, then the other guy. John and I stared at each other, then he looked at my dangling prick, clearly in an unable-to-perform state. He turned his head towards his girl. 

"Go ahead," Annie said. "Roxanne is in need. Just save something for me later."

He stood up, his prick damn stiff, his balls all drawn up. He made his way to the bed and Roxanne piloted him up to her face first. She felt his prick while he stood there, and ran her fingers under his balls. She had on a big smile, and took his heavy cockhead into her mouth. 

Her big breasts were sprawled out on her chest, her credentials as a D-Cup Dixie girl not in doubt. Her eyes closed shut and she tongued him for a couple minutes, one hand rummaging his ballsack. 

He reached over and felt her up with his right hand, you could see how slick his fingers were as they went up and down her notch. Her pelvis responded to his touch, and she quivered with pleasure. 

"Ahh," she left off his prick. "That's more like it." 

She wiggled her ass on the bed as John moved his hand and fingers over her. He put pressure on her mound with the heel of his hand, then flicked his finger up and down her notch, teasing her clitoris until her hips were squirming.

"Come on in," she finally urged with a randy smile. "Front door's open!"

Whatever he did with his hand proved to be good. He slid his stiff prick up her straight away, she was obviously pretty darn ready, and started thrusting rhythmically. 

Roxanne very quickly showed signs of an approaching climax. She must have been pretty close to coming with the earlier guy on top of her, just not quite there. She held John's back tightly, and was kissing him madly, while her hips crunched forward to meet his thrusts. 

Her legs straightened out, almost trembling now, and she began grunting. 

"Yess!" she cried, and we were treated to the sight of her pleasure while John kept sliding inside her. 

"Fuck, yesss," she exhaled, and her big hips quivered and shook. She tensed and released, tensed and released, her eyes closed, head turned to the side, her loose long dark disheveled hair moving about on the pillows. 

She lay still there for a bit, while John was still inside her, although he had stopped moving. Danni Raye and I exchanged looks, we weren't sure whether John was going to continue poking her or not. 

Finally Roxanne opened her eyes, shining. 

"Thanks" she said, giving John a kiss, "just what I needed."

"You wanna turn?" she asked Annie. "Appreciate your sharing."

Annie's smile was welcome, you could tell she was just as glad her knight hadn't come inside the big wench.

Roxanne uncunted, stopping long enough to give John's tool a kiss at his prickhead, and moved to the side of the bed, making a gesture to Annie that looked like an invitation. 

I halfway wanted to stay to see what was up next, but Danni Raye was restless and we made our way downstairs, for some more thirst relief. It looked like a fair number of folks were also taking a break, their first, or maybe second, rounds of amorous activity over for the moment. 

We were sipping our beers and chatting with another couple, one of the other dancers from the Sambassadors, a tall black woman whom I had noticed during the parade as having a wonderful large and entrancing rump. 

She had on a tight skirt which showed off her rear nicely. Her guy was tall, and they were asking me all kinds of questions about life up north, and whether there were jobs and what it was like to have snow and cold for months on end.

I had seen Jo Anne at the far end of the room, our paths hadn't crossed since early on. She was talking to a big tall guy with broad shoulders, sort of a meathead looking fellow, to tell the truth. Each of them had a beer bottle in hand. He had big lips and a wide mouth, and one of those heavy eyebrows that go clear across the forehead without a break. 

Before we could disentangle from our talkative couple to cross the room and catch Jo Anne and her guy, they had made their way upstairs, Jo Anne leading her companion by her hand.

All of a sudden we all turned our heads to another corner of the ballroom, where a noisy ruckus had started. One of the other male dancers, a tall thin guy with a goofy smile, had been grabbed by a couple of other party-goers and a whoop had gone up. 

A few others stepped forward and two big guys grabbed his feet, another couple his hands, and they were holding him horizontal off the ground like they were spreading a tablecloth. 

He looked like some sort of corralled animal getting dragged home from the hunt. The guy, it was Ronnie Lee, was yelling to let go, but he had a half-smile on his face, so it didn't look overly alarming. 

At this stage of the evening I don't think I was capable of being surprised by anything anymore, but I still didn't know what was up.

A couple of the women were hooting with delight and a cry went up.

"Upstairs! Take him to the big room!"

Danni Raye shot me a glance.

"This happens every year to one of the guy dancers. Glad it's Ronnie Lee and not you!"

I stared at her a bit uncomprehendingly, but she took my hand.

"C'mon up, let's see this, always fun."

The four guys hoisted Ronnie Lee by his arms and legs, while he protested loudly but half-heartedly, and hauled him up the stairs to one of the larger bedrooms. Most of the crowd followed, taking their drinks along.

The carriers spread him out in the middle of a large bed, each of them keeping one limb under control. We all clustered around, a few folks pulling up some chairs for an upfront view.

Debbie Hurst was the first to approach the guy. She had on a long dark skirt and a white buttoned blouse. She had a devilish expression on her face.

"Well, well, seems you got picked this year, Ronnie Lee!" 

She sat down next to him on the bed, and they exchanged looks.

Debbie reached over and began to play with his prick, which was soft and relaxed. It wasn't clear whether he had taken any pleasure yet that evening. She waved it around; it was limp and flopped around like a loose garden hose in her hands.

"May take some work there girl!" somebody said.

"Nothin' but beer-piss gonna be coming out of that cock!"

A few folks laughed at this last comment.

Undeterred, Debbie Hurst began to frig the poor guy.

"We'll see about that," she said, and she kept playing with the guy's tool, looking him in the face the whole time. 

She pulled on his shaft, she cupped his balls, she played his foreskin around, sliding it up and down over the guy's cockhead. 

Somebody suggested that she take her shirt off. 

It was mouthwatering the way she unfastened each button on her shirt, til her boobs sprang free, no bra underneath. She tossed her shirt off to the side, where somebody caught it, and then ran her boobs over the guy's prick. 

You could see his cockhead poke out between them as she ran her valley up and down his shaft, all the time with an absolutely lascivious smile on her face, directed at him.

She sat back up and continued to play with his balls and stroke him. She was a bit older than most of the others here tonight, maybe late thirties. She had nice sloping tits, a good handful each, and I enjoyed how they jiggled around while she masturbated him, particularly when she was stroking him vigorously. 

It took five or ten minutes, but the damn thing came to life and got stiff enough to bring a smile to her face. His balls were no longer hanging, but had drawn up in their sack. The tip of his cock's head, small and smooth, was pointing straight up his body, and you could see the veins on his shaft now that it was hard. 

The guy had real dark hair and a clean shaven face, but the kind of face that always looked like it needed another pass with the razor, even if it had just been done, and he was craning his neck forward, watching his prick get handled.

"Well," she said, pulling his prick vertical up off his belly, then releasing it so it snapped back, making an audible sound as it hit his navel. "How 'bout that! We're good to go!"

Another woman stepped forward, on the other side of him, and took a turn, running her fingers, with long painted fingernails, along the guy's shaft and prickhead. 

We all watched intently. The crowd urged her to remove her shirt too, and this would be the case for the rest of the guy's tormentors this night from here on out, everyone who had their hands on him had their tits out.

The finger-nailed girl, with thick dark hair, had small, sharp, pointed breasts that jiggled nicely as she worked. She played with him for about five minutes, stroking and fondling him, tickling his balls with her long nails, and then another girl took over. It was fascinating to me to see how different girls handled his penis. 

For one reason or another, a lot of girls really don't know the best ways to masturbate a guy, maybe because they don't have a cock themselves and don't know how it feels. Maybe a lot of guys don't actually say enough about what works best too, but you would think more couples would get this down in their routine pretty well. 

Of course, not all pricks are the same either, and what sends one guy off to the moon might not do the same for someone else. Tonight I saw quick, firm action from a couple girls, soft slow work from others, really quite a range.

It was quite arousing, actually. I saw some couples who were watching, including Jean Paul and Jessie, do their own fondling while the main event was in progress. Jessie's hands had been on Jean Paul's balls fairly early on, but she had moved one hand to his prick and was pulling on it delectably, and it had stiffened to a fine state. His arm was around her shoulders and he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

Another one of Debbie Hurst's D-Cup girls had taken her top off, she had nice hefty long tits with pointy ends, and had positioned herself over Ronnie Lee's head. 

She dangled her tits down into his face, and then started swaying them back and forth so her nipples grazed his cheeks and nose and mouth. He looked mesmerized, almost cross-eyed. I have to say, if you were going to get held down and tortured, this was not a bad way to have it done.

One of the girls who had long blonde hair and a lovely chest, gave us an absolutely divine handjob show. She was one of the slow strokers, and she ran the fingers of each hand slowly and deliberately along his shaft, lightly pressing her fingertips under the guy's cockhead, until he was squirming his hips and begging for relief. 

She had small soft breasts, and took unusual delight in her torment. I almost wanted to trade places with Ronnie Lee. A little drop of lubrication fluid had appeared at the top of Ronnie Lee's prick, and she ever so slowly smeared it around his engorged cockhead, making her smile big time. 

Ronnie Lee's face was red. Debbie Hurst decided she would do the honors of finishing him off so she had the last girl step aside. Probably a half-dozen pair of hands had played their way up and down his bobbing cock. He was quite a sight, all spread out, his cock twitching from the attention.

This time though, Debbie Hurst pulled her skirt off, then her knickers, until she was clean naked. Unlike most of the other girls, who for obvious reasons trimmed themselves pretty thoroughly so they looked clean with their dancing thongs on, Debbie Hurst had a nice full triangle of curly red groin hair. It was impressive, old school. 

She walked over and up onto the bed, standing with feet astride his chest, looking down at him like she was some sort of eagle ready to swoop down on its prey. I won't forget her triumphant expression, the gleam in her eyes.

Debbie Hurst then squatted over his face, and ran her cunt up and down, over his nose and mouth. He took the hint and started licking her notch, and I could see his prick twitch with the excitement. 

She let him tongue her a bit, and then made her way down the bed, turned around and sat her ass down on his prick, turning her head over her shoulder to keep eye-contact with him. She weaseled her ass back and forth over his prickshaft, his cockhead just visible outside her asscheeks. She moved up and down, and he started moaning and trying to buck his hips into her. It looked real fine.

Someone came forward with a tube of lubricant. I noted later that each room had a bowl with condoms and lube on a table near the doorway, but to tell the truth, I didn't see a whole lot of condoms being used that night. 

Debbie Hurst settled in between Ronnie Lee's spread legs and put a thin line of lubricant all along his prickshaft, and then worked it in with her fingers, getting his balls all slicked as well.

All oiled up, his prickshaft gleamed. You could see his veins popping out, and his prick would now twitch by itself, whether Debbie Hurst was handling it or not. 

She worked him slow, grabbing his balls firmly with one hand, while very slowly sliding her other hand up and down his shaft, squeezing his cockhead. 

Ronnie Lee's eyes closed, and his hips were squirming about, and you could tell he was pulling harder on his legs and arms, since the holders had to work more to keep him in place.

Debbie Hurst was relentless. She went up and down, playing his cockhead something lovely, and I could feel my own cock tighten. Jean Paul's cock was straight out now, Jessie's hand holding him in a deathgrip. 

All eyes were on Ronnie Lee's cock, and he was having a hard time of it. Debbie Hurst must have felt some change in his prick because she began to speed up the tempo of her hands over his shaft. His cockhead had swollen larger, and his shaft was steel stiff. 

All of a sudden his hips tensed and with a strangled groan he sent the first of a half dozen spurts of semen up on his chest. The first wad hit his sternum, the next went past his nipples, a long sticky trail of sperm following, and each spurt thereafter was a little less, until he had emptied out a good load of sperm onto his torso. 

His chest was heaving, he was breathing hard, and Debbie Hurst continued to milk him down to the last drop, which clung to the tip of his prick until she smeared it along his cockhead, a huge satisfied smile on her face.

I thought they would let him go at this point, but Debbie Hurst wasn't done yet. She straddled his torso and ran her cunt up and down his body, mopping up his sperm until you could see her groin hair get wet and matted. 

She then moved on all fours up over him, until her cunt was over his face, and she smashed her notch down onto his mouth. She ground her cunt up and down over him, you could see him trying his best to tongue her, and at one point I wondered if she was going to suffocate him the way she was pushing her groin onto his face. 

But she must have been pretty excited herself, because she climaxed in just a few minutes, crunching her cunt into his face, her own face red now, and we could see her dangling breasts shake, her hips quivering, her asscheeks, with white dimpled flesh but strong looking, pushing and clenching while she took her pleasure. 

Finally she pulled off and Ronnie Lee's holders loosened their grasp and he was free. Everyone began to clap. I saw many eyes gleaming, and girls were looking at their guys' pricks, most of them erect with excitement.

Danni Raye and I followed Jean Paul and Jessie out into the hallway and over to a smaller bedroom. They looked ready to settle down for some serious lovemaking. 

Next, The Bacchanal Rages On