I looked at Lindy and her lovely face was covered with my thick seed and Carolyn’s discharge. Carolyn was sweating as if she’d been through a strenuous, marathon ballet. I felt dehydrated, leached of all vital fluids, and smelled as if I’d taken on a dozen unwashed whores from Tangiers. Nevertheless, I so wished that each and every morning could begin this way.
Part 3
After a short nap and a shower I walked to a nearby patisserie for some croissantsfor breakfast with the girls. It felt good to be out by myself, briefly free from the clutches of the two horny young women. For a brief moment I thought of the upcoming week. Perhaps I’d catch a train to Italy early – maybe tomorrow – knowing that I’d be antsy after Lindy’s party that was planned for the coming evening.
Back at the apartment Lindy was on the phone with her mother. When I walked in she said, “Nick’s back! I’ll put him on!” handing me the phone while grabbing my crotch. “It’s Mom. She wants to come see us.”
Maureen was brusque and direct over the phone. “Nick, I’ve decided to stay a bit longer. I’ve turned in my boat ticket, and may catch a ship or plane out of Rome or Lisbon. I’ve got an early train out of Paris tomorrow morning and have reserved a suite at the Hotel de Ville in Grenoble. I want you to move your stuff from Lindy’s to the youth hostel in town, but I want you to stay with me. I know Lindy may be listening, so, if you agree, just say yes.”
“Uhhh…yes,” I said, grudgingly. “There’s a party here tonight, you know.” As I said this, Lindy knelt in front of me, unzipped my fly and pulled out my flaccid dick, licking at it teasingly.
“Lindy’s told me. But don’t enjoy yourself too much, darling. You’ll need all the energy you can muster when you see me,” she said, with a hint of humor in her voice.
“I’ve gotta stay at the youth hostel,” I told the girls when I hung up, after Lindy had brought me to a mind-bending orgasm as Carolyn watched, masturbating across the room.
Group sex, a girl gets fucked by many at a dance club
“No!” they both said, almost simultaneously, while Lindy wiped my cum off her chin.
“Your mother’s coming! Tonight’s the last night! I’ve gotta take off for Italy, anyway,” I said, inwardly sorry that I was deceiving both of them. But, the afternoon turned out to be fun, shopping for food goodies at the local markets while the two young ladies held onto my shirttail.
So the girls had their party. Lindy’s friends seemed awfully young. I listened to their tales of hearing their first High Mass at the cathedral at Chartres…to others who’d wept at allied cemeteries from two World Wars…to still others who’d learned details of the horrors of the Inquisition in Spain and Nazi atrocities. Though my tales of Berlin seemed pale by comparison, I appeared a well-traveled senior to them, and they hung on my every word.
Darkness brought on music and dancing. Lindy’s claim of me was periodically violated by the scrumptious Carolyn, who got drunk halfway through the evening and finally ended up dancing with Lindy and me, circling slowly in the center of the room with her crotch glued to my left thigh and Lindy’s pressed to my right. Carolyn spoke French all night – why I don’t know – and made no secret of the threesome that we’d had the previous night. This night she’d worn another tight, thin dress that highlighted the dreamy collection of muscular curves that she seemed to have bequeathed to me in front of her French and American friends.