Chapter 31

I felt exhausted. How did those old-time sultans keep up with a harem? When did they find time to govern? In the bar, which was fairly crowded now as people got their second wind, I ordered another of the same beer I’d had earlier. I took my beer and went off to the relaxation room, hoping to find a seat.

It was crowded, too, with many of the men having that flushed, slightly breathless post-coital look about them. There was much forced gaiety, laughter just a touch too loud, as they came to the realization that they weren’t as young as they used to be. Or even as young as they were last week.

All the tables were filled, and seats were scarce. There was a padded bench along one wall, facing a few tables. The bench was mostly filled with couples talking and laughing after sex. I saw one empty space on one end, and I asked the guy sitting closest if it was taken, and he shook his head.

“Thanks,” I said, “if I didn’t sit down, I was going to fall down.” His companions smiled at that. They talked among themselves for a few minutes, while I finished half my beer.

“Excuse me?”

I looked around for the source of the voice. To my left I saw a woman leaning her head toward me until she got eye contact.

“I’m sorry for intruding, but can I ask if you were the one I saw a little while ago in the BDSM room on the top floor?”

“I don’t know if I was the one you saw, but I was there.”

“You were with two women?”

“Guilty.”

“Ah, I thought so. We poked our heads into the room and saw you. My friends and I were impressed and maybe just a bit jealous. You all looked like you were having a really good time.”

“It is the reason for my current depleted state.”

“Well, I’ll let you rest, then. Just wanted to say that we enjoyed it.” I saluted her with my beer, and she returned to talking with her companions.

I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, just getting lost in the noise around me. Occasionally I’d take a sip of the beer. It felt pleasant, filled with happy voices, the same as any neighborhood tavern, until you opened your eyes and saw that almost everyone was naked. A different neighborhood than the one I grew up in.

I took a swig of the beer and found that it was empty. I shrugged and stood up and dropped the empty off at the bar. I had no idea where to go.

On a whim I went back to the second floor and found the room with multiple beds for straight-ahead fucking. It was pretty much filled, multiple someones on each bed. I stood against a wall and watched. Part of my interest was prurient, curious to see how other non-pornstar people fucked. Part of it was to observe what got other people’s motors running, what turned them on, what got them off.

A guy on the bed in the far corner was fucking a woman, basically pounding his dick into her as hard as he could, no variation, no finesse. She didn’t seem to mind, was enjoying it, in fact. On another bed a woman was riding a guy with her eyes closed, doing a circular up-and-down motion while she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. I could hear her mumbling to herself.

On the bed closest to me a woman in her mid-forties was being double-teamed by two guys, one guy on his back fucking her pussy while she lay over him, leaning on her hands, and another guy on his knees behind her pumping his cock into her ass. It was like watching porn, except the actors were older and not in as good a shape. Also, no overdubbed moans, groans and awkward dirty talk, for which I was grateful.

I watched a little longer until the woman opened her eyes and looked over at me. She stared at me as she licked her lips. I wasn’t sure if that was an invitation or not, so I did what Larry had suggested, pointed a finger at me, then at her. She nodded.

Both holes were in use, so I guessed that she wanted a dick in her mouth. I pulled my sarong off and dropped it, moved over to the bed and put one knee up to balance myself. She leaned over and opened her mouth and I aimed my dick as best I could. She extended her neck and wrapped her lips around it. She let her tongue dance around the tip of it.

A couple of minutes of that and I had a serious stiffy underway. I added some hip thrusts of my own to get my dick a bit deeper into her mouth and when she felt what I was doing she drew in her cheeks and added some suction. Jesus. She must have been one hot-ass babe in her younger days, with guys chasing her everywhere once they found out what she could do.

I had to give her a name, so that it wasn’t entirely impersonal, so I dubbed her Marian The Mouth. I put a hand on the back of Marian’s head to signal I wanted her to go deeper. A lot of women won’t, because they gag or choke, but she didn’t hesitate, just pushed into it and I felt it slide into her throat. I couldn’t help myself.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. More.”

She pulled off to get some air, then sucked in the tip and continued sucking as she pushed it in. God damn, I could get used to this!

Across the room, the athletic fucking guy had apparently finished and pulled out, and was now laying beside her in an exhausted heap. She was looking around at others in the room to see if there was someone who might want to join her, or if she could insert herself into another configuration.

Marian had taken another gulp of air and grabbed my dick with her lips again, working her way down to the base. The guy in her ass was breathing heavily and looked about ready to finish.

“Having a good time?”

I looked up. Cecile had come into the room, modestly wrapped in her sarong with her tits hanging out. She had a smirk on her face.

“Oh, yeah. This young lady has some major skills and should seriously consider opening a specialized school.” I heard a muffled laugh from Marian, but my dick was still deep in her throat and it almost turned into a choke.

“I’m surprised that you’re ... functional so soon after.”

“I attribute it to clean living.”

“Yeah, sure. Clean living. Just the thing.”

“Where is ... your friend?” I wasn’t sure about the etiquette of using proper names here, so I didn’t.

“Well, she ... maybe I’ll tell you later. So are you tied up here?”

“Umm, I’d made no commitments, though I’ve gotta confess, this is really fun.”

“Perhaps you could join me for awhile and I’ll fill you in on all the gossip.”

Marian, being privy to the conversation, did her best to convince me to stay by sucking my dick even harder as she pushed in and out of her throat. Fuck, she really was good at this. But I made my decision and pulled out of her mouth. Slowly, to make it last.

As I got off the bed, I told her, “Maybe I’ll try to find you later.”

She looked disappointed, but the guy behind her chose that moment to inform her he was cumming and she should “shake your ass”. I picked up my sarong and fastened it as I followed Cecile, who led me into the hall.

She’d found out, as had I, that the bar and relaxation rooms were crowded, so we just leaned against a wall and got comfortable.

“So, after you left us, Melanie started telling me what a good time she’d had, and what a turn-on it was to eat me while she was getting fucked. Then she started turning the conversation toward men not knowing women’s bodies as well as women -- that’s true, I suppose -- and maybe we should just eliminate the middleman. It turns out that maybe she’s got a thing for me.

“And I confess that I might feel something there, too, but I’m not ready to leap into that with both feet yet. She tried to convince me for a little longer, then saw that it was a lost cause for now, so she said, no hard feelings, maybe another time. She asked if I wanted a drink, but I said I wanted to think for a bit, so we agreed to meet up later.

“Apparently, she got distracted because I saw her downstairs in -- I don’t remember what it’s called -- that room with the chairs and couches near the bar, and she was getting fucked from behind while she sucked another guy’s cock.”

“She strikes me as someone who doesn’t let minor distractions get in the way of business. Maybe she would have liked to do you, but she’ll take what she can get. What’s the saying? Strike while the iron is hot.”

“Yeah, that’s about right.”

“And what about you? Are you finding what you want? You’d said that what happened earlier was not what you’d expected.”

“I think I may have to discard some preconceptions before I’m really comfortable here. I ... This is such a stereotype and I know it. When I imagined this place, after she told me about it, I populated it with hot young guys, with big hard-ons. The reality is that a lot of the men here are, well, not to put too fine a point on it, a little old and out of shape. Isn’t that embarrassing?”

“Ah, I don’t know. I think everyone comes here for the first time with a little of that in their head. I’ll confess that when La ... my friend first told me about this place, I envisioned it like one of those European sex clubs with sexy, well-toned people no older than twenty-five. I knew that wouldn’t happen, but there was still that fantasy in my head. You’re not alone in that.”

Now she looked ... sort of sad, like she’d been let down. “Crap, I am so screwed up. I came here to cut loose, have wild sex with everybody, not even knowing their names, and not caring to, and now I’m struggling with these stupid, unrealistic expectations. What do I do about that?”

“So what would you like to happen? Find someone attractive and get it on with them? ‘Cause while there might not be a lot of stud-muffins like me here, there’s some guys who’re not too old and still got some life in them.”

She laughed out loud. “Stud-muffin? Really?”

“Modesty forbids me from commenting further.”

“Okay, I’ll buy it. Stud-muffin. Okay, here’s what I would like to happen, and I know it’s unrealistic ‘cause I don’t think I’ve got that much time left before we have to leave. I’d like to get fucked. By a couple of guys. Or more. That’s my fantasy.”

“When you say ‘a couple of guys’, do you mean sequentially? One finishes and another one takes over? Or do you mean at the same time. ‘Cause the latter is almost like a gang bang. Which did you mean?”

“To be honest, I haven’t thought it through. The fantasies change a lot in my head when I’m thinking about them, but I think I mean at the same time.”

“Have you considered this, what you might like to happen, what you might hate? What are your limits? Do you want anal? Is DP on your list? Do you like guys cumming on you? You need to know your boundaries before you start.”

She got quiet again. “This is getting real pretty quick, isn’t it. I don’t know. I think two guys, maybe three is my limit. I’ve done anal before, but it’s always been a bit uncomfortable. I think maybe the cum finale might be a little much for tonight, only because I’d have to shower and dry my hair before we could leave.”

“Well, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble picking up volunteers. The problem is finding someone you might think is attractive. Do you want to do some window shopping?”

She giggled. “I hadn’t thought if it in that context before, but now it sounds pretty straight on. Okay, let’s window shop.”

She held out her elbow and I hooked mine in hers. We agreed to start in the bar. Standing just inside the doorway, we found it to be crowded. I let her look, as if she were trying to find a missing acquaintance.

“That one’s not bad, end of the bar, graying blonde hair and mustache.”

I looked, and he appeared to be in his late forties, possibly older, but fit, a little taller than me.

“Okay, a possibility. He might be trying to put the moves on that blondie next to him, though.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Okay, a definite maybe.”

We moved further into the bar to see the other end of it.

“Guy at the table, gray hair, cut close on the sides, eating pretzels.”

“Yep, I see. Doesn’t seem to be involved with someone at the moment, so possible.”

That seemed to eliminate the options in the bar. Everyone else was significantly older or in poor shape. Hey, who am I to judge? It’s her fantasy. We moved down the hall to the relaxation room and went in. It was fairly crowded, so we found a spot by a wall. She looked around.

“Whoa,” she said, quietly.

Her eyes were looking at a tall fellow who looked to be about fifty, but someone who still worked out. Dark hair, graying at the sideburns. He was telling a story to another man, and embellishing it with his hands. I thought that Cecile’s “Whoa” was precipitated not by his good looks but rather by the dick that was swaying between his legs. Even flaccid it was impressive. I was a little jealous, if I am to be completely honest.

“Is he your choice?”

“I don’t know if he’s available, or interested, for that matter,” she told me.

“Me neither, but we could ask. All he can do is say no. Who knows, maybe he just finished his fourth session and needs an hour or two to recover.”

She punched me on the arm. “C’mon, this is difficult enough without you making fun of me. What do I do?”

“Let’s wait a bit, till he finishes his story, then maybe I can approach him, see if he’s in the mood.”

She swallowed. “Okay, we’ll do that, then.”

He took another five minutes, and his friend excused himself to get another drink, judging by his gesture with the empty glass in the direction of the bar. The dark-haired guy picked up his drink and swallowed the last of it as I approached.

“Excuse me? Hi. Sorry to interrupt. I’m not sure if there’s an etiquette for this or not, but my friend over by the wall is wondering if you might be interested in a threesome. It’s something she’s always wanted to try and tonight might be her last opportunity for awhile.”

His eyes scanned the entryway and picked her out. “The brunette in the towel? Her?”

“Yes.”

“Two guys and her, or her with another woman?”

“You and me and her.”

“Might be. But just so you know, I’m not into guys at all, not even as a bi-curious thing. So if that’s part of it, I’m out.”

“That doesn’t do a thing for me either. I like women, and I like making them happy. This, she thinks, might make her happy.”

He looked at me, as if wondering whether I could keep up. “Okay,” he said, “let’s go make her really happy.”

We walked back to the wall and Cecile looked like she’d reconsidered and wanted to melt into the floor. I thought the guy might be a salesman, because his persona changed as he neared her. The commanding presence faded and was replaced by a kind of naive eagerness with just a touch of vulnerability. I probably wouldn’t like this guy in the real world because his personality was chameleon-like, changing with the circumstances.

He held out his hand with a self-effacing smile. “Hi, I’m Grant. I kinda noticed you earlier but I was a little bashful about approaching you.” Ooo, nice touch, there, shows that he’s shy.

“Hello, Grant, I’m Cecile. Nice to meet you.”

He turned back to me. “I’ve forgotten your name already.”

“You didn’t forget it,” I told him, “I neglected to give it. I’m Tom.” He shook my hand, too. Everybody’s friends now.

“So, Tom told me that you might be in the mood to experiment a little, is that right?”

Now she was blushing, I could see. “Umm, it’s something I’ve been thinking about, wondering about. I was curious what it might feel like, but a bit scared to try.”

“Yeah, first times are always a little frightening. My first time was.”

“You were scared? Really?”

He nodded. I thought the bullshit was being troweled on a little too thickly, so I looked into his epicenter to see if I could figure out what he was doing.

He’d had a couple of drinks so once again there was a fuzziness to what I was seeing, the edges a bit indistinct and hazy. Grant liked being in control, liked manipulating people. That’s why he was such a good salesman. I couldn’t see any empathy there. People were objects to be used and moved around according to his needs. That went for sex as well as sales situations, in fact any kind of interpersonal connection.

My first instincts were correct, Grant was not a nice person. He was using us -- well, Cecile, really, I was just an annoying tag-along that he had to tolerate -- to get his kicks. But she didn’t select him for his personality, so perhaps he’d be just what she needed, a good-looking guy with a big dick.

He was still telling her a completely fabricated and embarrassing story about his first threesome, none of which bore even a distant relationship to the truth of it. But it worked to set her at ease, and now she felt comfortable around him.

“You’re really sexy,” he said. “How come you chose me instead of any of the other guys here?”

Grant was looking for confirmation about his appendage, I could see, but Cecile just said, “Oh, I’ve got a thing for tall guys.”

He looked at me and I could see the unasked question in his mind: “So, why is Tom here, then?” But instead he just said, “And I’ve got a thing for brunettes. Shall we go upstairs?”

So we went to the stairway and, like a gentleman, he allowed her to go first. I got to go last. He led us to the room with the several beds and, mirabile visu, there was an empty one in the corner.

“We’re in luck. Just enough room for three. I’m really looking forward to this.”

The reality suddenly upon her, Cecile looked terror-stricken. Not quite like it was in her fantasy, where she was in control.

“I have to see what you look like,” said Grant, and he peeled the Velcro on her sarong back and it fell to the floor.

“Ah, the au naturel look. Very daring.” He reached down and stroked her pussy, while he maintained eye contact. I was ignored, unnecessary. I’ll be damned if I’ll just let him shut me out, so I moved behind her and began squeezing the cheeks of her ass.

He reached out and took one of her hands and placed it on his dick, still a little soft. “Oh, that’s nice, baby, you get me hard and we’ll have some fun.”

She still looked terrified, but she was a trouper and was going to see it through. He had her mouth in a lip-lock and was still pawing her pussy.

I could only get an occasional look from my position behind her, but she had her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it slowly, and I have to say I was impressed. It looked to have grown to about ten inches now, and thick. I didn’t think it was at its full extension yet, and I was starting to feel a bit inadequate.

He pulled away from her, saying, “Damn! That feels really good, baby. Y’know what I want? I want you to suck my dick, get it nice and wet, then we’ll get down to business.”

He flopped onto the bed on his back, his legs over the edge, leaning back on his elbows. “Gimme some head, baby, show me how deep you can go. Swallow that cock!”

I could see her mentally shaking her head. No way was that going to fit in her throat. Her mouth wasn’t that big. I looked into her epicenter because I was a little worried about her, that she might not want to do this anymore.

There was some confusion there, for sure, because it was deviating from her fantasy in some way I couldn’t see. She still liked the idea of a threesome, but a dick this size might be a step too far. She’d never taken a cock that big in her mouth, and she was afraid she’d choke.

Well, I didn’t want to encourage him in any way, but I also didn’t want her to become so fearful that she wouldn’t be able to fulfill her fantasy. Fortunately, I had a solution for that. While she stood there, debating with herself, I linkcast her Boner Bliss and Spitshine. That would remove the gag reflex and actually make it feel good in her mouth, but she’d have to take the first step and wrap her lips around it.

She was still hesitating, and I could see he was getting a bit annoyed, used to having women worship his dick. I dropped to my knees behind her and got my tongue in the crack of her ass, licking and poking. She jumped a little, but I pulled her cheeks apart and ran my tongue around her asshole.

“Oh, damn!” she said. She let me do that for a few moments, then bent over at her waist, took the dick in her hand, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could hear, and the noises he was making told me she had at least part of it in her mouth. I could feel her bobbing up and down.

I looked in her head again, while I ran my tongue back and forth on her perineum, which made her jump. She was feeling a rush from my tongue, that I could see, and was also giving herself a pep talk. “You can do this, it’s not that big. Well, maybe it is, but I’ve got it in, don’t I? And it feels pretty good. I get a little wave of something when I push it deeper and it feels good, and I’m not choking yet.”

Then I felt something odd, like anger. I hadn’t encountered it before while I was in somebody’s epicenter, but that’s what it felt like, anger.

She was talking to him. Snapping at him, really. “Don’t do that, don’t push me. I’ll go at the pace I’m comfortable with, okay? Don’t push my head down like that.”

Oh, ho, Grant got reprimanded. I could tell he wasn’t used to it, and didn’t like it. But he was no fool, If he pushed her any harder, she’d get up and walk away. So he pushed down his own anger and let her go on at her own pace.

I’d been working on her ass for a few minutes now and it was pretty wet from saliva. She’d said she’d done anal before and had no philosophical objections to it, so I moved my tongue lower and tried to tongue-fuck her while I pushed my index finger into her wet ass. I felt her jump. I slid it in and out slowly, with a little twist.

I was surprised to see that she was getting a thrill from it. Perhaps Cecile hadn’t been entirely truthful with me. When she’d said she’d done anal before, she failed to mention that she really liked things in her butt. And now that my finger was there, I was getting an image of her, at home, forcing a butt plug into her ass and cumming hard when it popped in. How the hell was her husband not taking every other day off work to hump his wife? She liked this.

Cecile made one last effort, pushing down on the dick, her lips stretched unpleasantly wide until she got several inches deep, then pulled off, gasping for air.

“Not bad, baby,” he said, “you got a fair amount down. You certainly got it hard. I think it’s time to find a place for this.”

He pushed himself off the bed, grabbed her around the waist, and laid her down where he had been previously. I’d still had my tongue in her pussy, and I looked kind of silly kneeling there on the floor with my tongue hanging out.

I got my first real look at him since she’d gone down on him, and it was impressive. I was reminded of the porn star from back in the day, John Holmes. I think, in a length/girth contest, Grant would have had the edge. I tried to imagine being a woman and seeing that thing approaching my pussy.

Wait, that’s what he’s doing. He’s guiding his dick to her pussy. Before he got there, she pushed at him, a hand on his chest.

“What?” he said. “What’s the matter?”

She looked over at the bowl on the little end table, and I knew what she wanted. I reached over and pulled a condom from the bowl and handed it to him.

“You want me to put this on? Don’t you want...” She shook her head.

“Fuck. All right, then. If that’s what you want.” He opened it, annoyed, and rolled it onto his dick. It only went halfway down.

Suitably armored, he again guided his dick to her pussy opening and tried to slide it in.

“Wait, wait, go slow, it’s really big.”

He was impatient and didn’t want to go slow, but he did. Her pussy was still resisting. I saw a bottle of lube behind the condom bowl and handed it to him. Again he looked annoyed, but he took it and squirted some on her pussy and rubbed it in, then a bit on his cock. He closed the top and tossed the bottle aside.

Third time’s the charm. This time he pushed and her labia spread slowly and allowed the tip of it in.

“Oh, Christ, easy. Go slow. Too damn big.”

It was fascinating, in a way. The dick looked to be too large to fit inside, but pussies are an engineering marvel and mostly expand as much as needed. You just can’t force them without a lot of discomfort. So Grant, against his normal impulse, went slow, a little at a time, until it was several inches deep.

Cecile had her eyes shut tight, a look of concentration on her face, forcing herself to accept the cock. Grant pulled almost all the way out, then pushed in again. He did this several times, picking up speed each time, and I could hear Cecile muttering to herself, “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”

“Feel pretty good, honey?” asked Grant, looking for approval. She just grunted. I wondered what she was feeling. I’d always been curious how women felt about big dicks. I know some prefer them, others finding them uncomfortable, a little painful, and don’t much like them. Which one was she?

In her epicenter, I found her struggling with the feeling. There was some pleasure there, but she was finding the dominance of the dick a bit of a turn-off, especially accompanied by the smug attitude she was detecting, quite a change from his original “aw, shucks” approach.

Still, I thought she should get a little something out of her first threesome. Old Grant had the attitude of many guys who are well endowed, mainly that their big dick should be enough for any woman to get off, so it was basically stick it in, pump it till you cum, then pull out and wait for them to swoon. There was no ... connection with the women they were fucking, no checking in to see how they were responding and how you might make it better for them.

I thought Grant was too old to learn something new. He had his method, and as far as he was concerned it had always worked for him. Why should he change?

I linkcast her a series of very small waves breaking on a beach, about sixty seconds apart. They wouldn’t be earth-shaking, but they’d feel good and make this tolerable. The first one hit and she closed her eyes and sucked in her breath. I don’t think Grant noticed.

I realized I’d been standing there like an idiot for several minutes, a bystander. Not much of a threesome, huh? Grant had pretty much monopolized the bottom end, so no room for me. That left the other end.

I climbed up on the bed on my knees, and she watched me approach. “Hi, Cecile. I missed you. This is where it turns into a threesome, okay?”

I carefully swung one knee over her head, with my rear leg extended behind me. “Suck my balls, baby. Take ‘em in your mouth and use your tongue.”

Grant looked almost insulted, like I’d taken some of the spotlight away from him. As a result, he started humping her faster, with an “I’ll-show-you-who’s-in-charge-here” vibe.

Cecile was doing a very nice job on my balls, obviously not her first time. She’d inhale, taking one testicle in her mouth, then let her tongue dance around it. Then she moved to the other one and did it again. I was getting wrapped up in the rhythm of it.

“Ah, fuck, Cecile, that’s amazing. One more, please.”

This time she tried to take both of them in, and was partially successful. It felt wonderful. I pulled off reluctantly and brought my knee back. I turned her head to face me, then laid my dick on her lips. She opened her mouth and it disappeared. Her tongue attacked it and it seemed to be everywhere at once.

Crap, that felt nice. I remembered that I had sent her Spitshine and Boner Bliss, so I pushed further into her mouth and sensed her get a little rush as it penetrated. “Oh, shit, yes. More. Take it deeper.”

I pushed in again and leaned over her, supporting myself with one hand. That brought my torso closer and the dick went further in, touching the back of her throat. I felt the thrill wash over her.

Grant was doubling down now, grunting as he fucked her, and I could see he was going in deeper than before. I didn’t think it was hurting her -- she would have stopped him if he were -- but it was probably a little uncomfortable.

I reached down and rolled a nipple between my thumb and index finger and heard her whimper, so I did the other one, too.

“Okay, time for a change, honey,” he said. “You get on top, like a cowgirl, and I’ll show you what real fucking feels like.”

He was out of her and already pushing her to one side so he could lay down. My dick popped out of her mouth. he threw himself onto the bed, almost bouncing me off onto the floor. I found the floor by myself.

He was on his back and tapped his hands on his hips as if to say “C’mon, up here.” She swung her leg over him and he held his dick in place ready for her. She got herself positioned and sank slowly down. As stretched as her pussy was, she still had a hard time getting it in. Once she did, she started moving, finding the best motion for her.

I was still standing by the side of the bed, slowly stroking my dick. She turned her head to look at me, then raised her chin. I don’t know how I knew what she meant, but it was clear to me what she was saying. I stepped up on the bed and moved to her. I placed one hand on her shoulder for balance, and she leaned over and sucked my dick into her mouth.