An Adventure in New Orleans - Part 2

Alright we’re back! Yes, we, because Terri read the first half and, of course, commented on my memory, so this is partially a joint effort.

When we left off Jimmy and Peter had brought us back to the hotel and Jimmy asked how long we would be in town for. I said that we were going to leave on Saturday afternoon. Jimmy asked if we would like to have dinner again on Friday night and that he would ask Susan to join us. When I looked at Terri she just leaned back on the seat and licked her lips. “That’s a yes from her,” I said, “Will you get Susan a date?”

“Oh, yes, I know just the man,” Jimmy said. He then leaned in very close to Terri and I and asked in a low voice, “We’ll have dinner the six of us, but should I have a few extra friends at the house?” I just gave him my best Cheshire Cat grin, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Oh, Jimmy, only if you don’t think you can satisfy us,” and Terri and I walked away in complete hysterics.

I had meetings the following day and when I returned to the hotel Terri told me that Susan had called at least four times. Though they had talked for about an hour and Friday night was confirmed I called Susan to check in. She wanted all of the delicious details, so even though Terri had filled her in, I told her all that had happened and thanked her for introducing us to Jimmy and Peter. I was quite reserved until I simply said, “You know, Susan, you are worth a million” and fell to the floor laughing.

Susan had gotten Terri and I extremely well laid, very extremely. Poor Jimmy and Peter. They were being passed around as if they were just nothing. Hmm, doesn’t that sound like men talking? Oh, yes, women can do the very same thing. Look, if you think that only men pass around their sex partners, well, grow up. Women do the exact same thing. Maybe a bit more discretely, but they sure do.

And talk about sex? Hey, come on, get a life, women talk about sex as much as men do. “Sex in the City?” How about when a girl says “I know a great guy for you” to another girl. “What’s he like?” “Oh, he’s nice looking, has a good job, well read and fun in bed.” “Fun in bed” means he’s a good fuck! Orgies aren’t spontaneous, well some are, but many are pre-planned. Invite the crowd, get the ice, get the liqueur, get the glasses, get the mattresses, get clean sheets and towels. We’re all going to fuck!!

Look women want an orgasm, they want to bang as much as men do. They may be quieter and more discrete, but the Spa of Heavenly Delights and the Triple-B Ranch could not exist were it not for some women who want a high tone sexual experience with no guilt and are willing to pay for it.

I’m going to clear up one point. We may be loose women, we may be sluts, in the 60s definition of the word, we may be nymphos or fuck addicts, but one thing we are not is tramps. The only people who think we are tramps are women who don’t have their own sex lives or who are unhappy in those lives. Take Susan. She’s a senior executive at a Fortune 500 company. She has a graduate degree. She’s a widow. She has beautiful children. She’s accomplished and a member of the community. She serves on the board of various charities. OK, she has this little, tiny hobby, that not everyone would approve of. She likes, no, loves to fuck! She does it discretely and quietly. Her sex life is very private. She sure as shit ain’t no tramp.

That’s one of the freedoms the sexual revolution gave us. We no longer felt the middle class guilt of pre 1940 sex. Sure women fucked up a storm before the Victorian age but there was a stigma and guilt attached. After the pill and with the freedom it granted women would go to pick-up bars to meet a man and get laid. The sexual revolution made it more open and easier. ..... and, you know something it also made enjoyment of sexuality something a women could openly acknowledge. I was in the steam room of my health club a few weeks ago and two girls were discussing men being clean shaven around their penises and how good it looked. Do you think they would do that in the 50s?

That being said .....

Friday arrived and Peter had called saying he and Jimmy would pick us up at 7:00. Their friend, George, was going to pick Susan up and we were all going to meet at the restaurant. They arrived right on time and off we went to another fabulous Cajun eating house. It was a beautiful night, very balmy, in the 80s. We had at least four bottles of wine and were pleasantly a-buz. Finally we piled into the cars and drove to Jimmy’s house.

Now, far from being surprised, when we arrived at the pool there were three men just waiting for us. They were dressed in just black speedos.

“Oh, Jimmy, you did need help, didn’t you? Poor man,” I said as I walked over to the new three. Well, walked may not be right, I think I weaved over because of the wine. “Hi, guys, I’m Carla, this is Terri and that’s Susan.” I slid by each and palmed the bulge in their suits. It was obvious that they all knew Susan. Well, it also became obvious that my dear friend Susan was a major player in the fancy fucking fraternity.

Jimmy had set the place up for his intended evening of fun and games. There were four king size mattresses pushed together on the tile deck besides the pool.

“Ground rules!,” Terri shouted. “We’re here for sex! Take a shower!” She started undressing as did the rest of us. I walked over to the outdoor shower, soaped up, rinsed off and jumped into the pool. Strangely, everybody followed. I always knew I was a leader.

We backed together and were surrounded by the six men. They were fully aroused with iron hard cocks staring straight at us. I reached out and grasped the nearest cocks and started massaging. I grabbed one of the men and kissed deeply as did the others. I kissed the other man I was holding and walked out of the pool, grabbed a towel and dried off. We were all out by now and heading for the mattresses.

No one said anything. We simply kneeled down and took the men in our mouths switching back and forth between the two. Then Susan said “round robin” and the men started circling after a few sucks. We just continued sucking as the men switched places.

Finally the noise started with everyone moaning and shouting. It was a continual cacophony of “god, yes, more, deeper, suck again, oh, shit, yes, I love it, more.” Finally the men started cuming, we each took two, no matter who. Susan made the purpose of the evening eminently clear when she had sucked off her two men, leaned back swallowing and said, “God, dam, shit I do love cock!!”

We jumped into the pool again and returned to the mattresses. We just laid down in between two of the men. In time they simply mounted us fucking away. It got noisy and it got frantic. We were being fucked and sucking cock, all the time switching around. This was a first class orgy. Each of us were cuming like wild. It was pure animal time. This wasn’t nice ladies and gentlemen holding hands and saying “May I.” No this was “God, dam I want to fuck you, Yes, you bastard, stick that cock into me, make me cum, make me cum! Wrap your legs around me you cunt, you love getting banged don’t you? Fuck me, I’m going deeper!”

After a while we were all satisfied, extremely satisfied. We were just laying back in the arms of the men when Susan said, “Jimmy, Carla and Terri are our guests. Do them they way you do me on special occasions.”

Jimmy and Peter lay on their backs and we mounted them facing out. Two of the men kneeled next to us and sucked on our nipples. Finally the last two lay down between our legs and started sucking our clits. It was absolutely wild. We were being fucked and licked at the same time. That and having our nipples, which were by then extremely tender, being sucked was all we needed. Terri and I started screaming until we both blasted off. When we have intense orgasms we are not just loud, we are like a jet engine. I just start shivering and vibrating, my arms grasp the man in a bear hug, my eyes close, I moan and then I let loose with a scream of dialog.

We finally came down and dressed. After mutual kisses and claims of return engagements we left. Terri and I saw Jimmy and Peter again a couple of times, but life moved us on after that.

A final comment – This could never have happened without the openness of the sexual revolution and the advent of “The Pill.”

See you again sometime soon .....!!

An Adventure in New Orleans - Part 1

When I was in my forties I had to do some business in New Orleans. As my cousin Terri was free that week I suggested she come with me. You know - Good Food, Good Music, Shopping. Hey, a few days away from LA are always appealing so she agreed. I called Susan, a woman I knew who lived just outside the city and for whom I had once done a very major favor. I told her we were coming down and she jumped at suggesting that she take us to dinner.

So plans were made and off we went. We agreed to have Susan pick us up at eight o’clock our first night. She took us to a fabulous restaurant and after dinner we were sitting on the restaurant’s patio enjoying brandies when Susan asked how long we were planning on staying. I said four days and she said “Great.”

“Look, Carla,” Susan continued, “I own you a huge debt for what you did for me. I can never repay you, but I’ve done something that I think will show my very sincere gratitude. Have you made plans for tomorrow evening?” I told her that we hadn’t. “Fabulous! I have arranged for two simply marvelous men to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. They will pick you up at 7:30 in front of your hotel. Jimmy drives a Bentley. The other man is Peter. Dress casually, be hungry. Carla, Terri, you will not regret this.” Terri and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Susan simply said, “Exactly.” Now, please understand, that when Susan looked me in the eye and said “Exactly” I knew that she knew that I knew exactly what “Exactly” meant. My reply was “Marvelous” and the subject was changed. We were not of the age to questions our hosts good intentions.

The next night Terri and I got cleaned up and dressed in our casual finery. Casual finery being defined as expensive slacks, great cleavage and waxed pussys. We were standing outside at 7:30 when a silver Bentley convertible pulled up. As it was about 85 degrees the top was down. Jimmy and Peter jumped out and introduced themselves. They were both in their early 40s, tanned, muscular and had the looks of men who took care of themselves and worked for a living. They were not handsome, but what I’d describe as nice looking.

They did something that I found rather cute. They made it clear that we were not pairing up, yet, and put both Terri and I in the back seat. They told us we were going to a shore restaurant about 20 miles outside New Orleans and off we drove. The dinner was fabulous, fresh Cajon seafood all the way. We sat on a small terrace overlooking a water-way. We talked about everything. After dinner we went to a real dive and listened to music. At a break Jimmy suggested we move on.

We still had not “paired off.” Let’s be honest here, all four of us knew that the evening was going to end up in a sex session. The men knew it and Terri and I knew it. Terri and I had also been around enough to understand that they were going to share us and we were going to share them.

A moments interruption here is called for: I have a couple of sayings that are actually quite obvious, “Just because I fuck, doesn’t mean I’m a slut,” and “Yes, I enjoy sex, in fact I love sex. You don’t? Well, that’s your problem.”

When this experience happened I was over 40 years old, I had been married twice, I had been around, I had orgied and I had had multiple partners in sex sessions, i.e., yes, I had gang-banged. I had enjoyed my sex life and had enjoyed sex with a wide list of simply marvelous men. So, my eyes were always open to sexual experiences. Hell, why not? It was my body to use sexually as I saw fit.

Terri, my cousin, was the same. She was successful, she was bright, she, too, was over 40 and we both had screwed around sexually together on numerous occasions.

In other words what happened was not happening to children or unsophisticated ladies who were being taken advantage of. We were fully aware that our friend, Susan, had set up a first class, fancy fucking experience for us and we were ready for it.

So we left the music bar. Jimmy suggested that we all go back to his house. Yeah, right, “house.” It was an estate with a mile long driveway, modern ranch house, dock with a tied up yacht and a pool, about three times the size of mine in LA.

The bar at the pool was fully stocked so Terri and I had straight Irish whisky stiffeners. I looked at the pool and, as it was in the 80s, I started undressing. Please, no “But I don’t have a bathing suit” came into play. If you know you’re going to fuck, you might as well get undressed. The others followed suit and jumped in with me. Terri and I stood up at the shallow end and Peter and Jimmy stood next to us. Each took one of us in his arms fondling our breasts and kissed us deeply, with tongues deep in our mouths, while we fondled their cocks. They then exchanged us and we kissed again. Oh, yes, they were going to share pussy and we were going to share cock.

We climbed out of the pool and looked each other over. Our nipples were big and ridged. Their cocks were hard as rocks. Jimmy said, “We loved shaved pussy.” I said, “We love shaved cocks.” Peter said, “May I assume that this is not the first time you have enjoyed having sex next to each other.” Terri replied, “Not only next to each other, but on the same bed!”

I said, being the serious one, “Let’s suck cock.” I took one man by the hand and Terri took the other. We led them to the two chaises and sat down. We started sucking by slipping their cocks into our mouths and got into the swing by going all the way down and then slowly up. The moaning started, and loudly too. I stopped after a few moments and looked up. “Now, be honest, if we let you two cum will you be able to continue?”

“God, dam, yes. We can carry this on all night.”

“You’d better!”

Terri said, “Let’s double on them.” We pulled them down on the chaises and Terri started sucking on Peter while I slipped his balls into my mouth. Jimmy just watched saying, “Yes, suck him, do him.” Peter came in Terri’s mouth and she swallowed it all. We moved to Jimmy and I sucked him while Terri mouthed his balls. Jimmy came in a blast of cum which filled my mouth. I swallowed it all and then Terri and I kissed them with a powerful thrust of our tongues.

We all slipped into the pool for a few minutes and then Peter took our hands and said, “It’s fuck time.” He led us into the house where one of the rooms had two king mattresses on the floor. It was very dark as the only light cam through the sliding doors onto the terrace. We just laid down and they started licking and sucking on our clits. They changed places many times. We were shouting like wild animals which we were. The louder we shouted, the dirtier the words, the better they liked it. Both Terri and I are very loud fucks. Finally we exploded in extreme orgasms. We just collapsed. The men took us in their arms and cuddled us.

After about a half hour of mood music and gentle caressing Terri looked up and said, “Hey, guys, I thought you said it was fuck time.” I reached for Peter who had been cuddling me and said, “No more switching, just some really great fucking.” Peter got on top of me and slid his cock into me and gently started on me. “Oh, God, yes, Oh, God yes, I love it oh shit I love it, please don’t stop, please, Jesus, yes, yes, God, dam, I love to be fucked.”

Terri was saying the same. We’re both very loud. The men started in faster and faster. “Bang me, fuck me, shove it in, harder, harder, now, now, now, switch, yes, shit switch, let me feel Jimmy, oh God yes, Oh I love it so much.”

Jimmy, who had been yelling at Terri, jumped off her and shoved his cock into me, “Yes, you cunt, you want two cocks, you want us both, you love to be fucked and to suck cock, you fucking slut, you juicy cunt, you loved sucking me, you loved the way I sucked your clit, you want more then just the two of us, don’t you, you want cock in your mouth while I’m fucking you and cock in your ass hole, don’t you, scream at me and tell me what you want.”

“Yes, shit yes, I love more cocks, I like to be fucked in the ass and to suck cock while I’m fucking, yes, yes, oh shit, oh shit, I’m cuming, I’m blasting off, oh shit, yes, yes, yes.”

Finally we all came together in a mass of screaming and yelling. It was fabulous!! We had orgasmed many times and very strongly. This was an intense sexual experience and both Terri and I loved it. God, dam, but we loved it.

After we had come down we all jumped in the pool and rinsed off before getting dressed. As we were getting into the car Jimmy and Peter pulled us to them and each kissed us with deep feeling. We drove back to the hotel in a completely relaxed mood. When we pulled up in front of the hotel Jimmy took my hand and asked how long I was going to be in town for. I said we were leaving Saturday afternoon. “Would you like to have dinner again on Friday night? I’ll ask Susan to join us," he asked.

I looked at Terri who leaned back on the seat and just licked her lips. “That’s a yes from her,” I said, “Will you get Susan a date?”

“Oh, yes, I know just the man,” Jimmy said. He then leaned in very close to Terri and I and asked in a low voice, “We’ll have dinner the six of us, but should I have a few extra friends at the house?”

I smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Oh, Jimmy, only if you and Peter don’t think you can satisfy us,” and walked away with Terri and I giggling.

I think I’ll continue this another day.

Bye for now!!

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Are Today's Ladies Different from the 70s?

We were sitting around at the Health Club over the weekend listening to the chit-chat from the ladies. As one conversation blended into another Mitzie offered her opinion that it really was somewhat different from the chats we had in the 60s.

Back during the sexual revolution though women realized that they enjoyed sex, they really had not learned to talk about it as freely as the women of today. Sure, if you went to a bar with a couple of your friends and left with a man it was understood that you were going to have sex. But, you didn’t broadcast it about the office or the gym. Yes, you might discuss it with your very closest friends, but not like today.

Today I can sit in the steam room and listen to three women discuss the fact that they had all screwed Jane’s last night’s date. Not only do they say things like, “Oh, sure, Jane, I screwed him a few months ago. I didn’t think he was anything special,” but women seem to relish the fact that poor Jane was getting second best. What if Jane really liked the man? Forget that!

I have always held that a woman must have a friend or two who she can discuss sex with. I learned this early on. You simply can’t keep it all to yourself. What happens if you need a special doctor and you don’t have anyone to talk to.

Besides that who can you laugh and cry with about sex if not a close friend. I’ve found that sex can lead to both laughter and tears, sometimes both. It can also lead to sheer giggles. If you don’t have anyone to share those giggles with, more’s the pity.

I have a small coterie of very close friends who I call, discreetly of course, my “Fuck Friends.” These are women who are my age and who’ve had adventures similar to mine. They are ladies who, for want of a better description, are women who enjoy fancy fucking. I have built this group up over the years. Some come and go, others have never varied and who I’ve known for years.

They also serve a very important purpose. As we are great friends, having dinner once or twice a month so we can catch up and have that giggle. They are available for travel, parties and other necessaries. Let’s be honest here, if a man you’ve been banging asks you to introduce a friend of his to a friend of yours who are you going to suggest? Some twinkle toes from the health club with pouty lips, fake boobs and an ego worthy of Cleopatra? Of course not, hell, the man you know is asking for a women for his friend just like you. If a skier I know asks me to go to Lake Tahoe with him and Jack is going to go to. I sure know that Jack doesn’t want a novice he wants sophistication, nice looks and a fuck at night.

Part of this is keeping my two lives separate. I think I’ll blog on this whole topic one day, but for now it’s simply this: I’ve got my personal life that includes being a national officer of my professional association, teaching classes, writing a bit, and having a Mom who loves me and thinks I should remarry. The other is my gambling, Las Vegas, fuck around and still enjoy a good orgy now and then.

Never the two shall meet. I keep them separate and though I’ve had a few funny situations, I do not purposely blend them.

In other words I will never, under any conditions, sit around the steam room of my health club talking about last night’s conquest and how big a cock he had or how great it was to have him buy me dinner and suck him off in the parking lot. Jesus, I wish some of the modern women would get a grip.

Oh, yes, one last comment – There is nothing new about sex so stop talking like you’ve just invented the wildest blow job ever given to a man.

See you all next time!!