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 .....!!