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Denver Gwen (part 1) (MF MMF oral anal)
OK, I know I've been gone a while, but I need some help. I have a long (about 17,000 words) story that I'd like some feedback on. Since the story is so long, Des and I agreed it might be easier for the denizens of the tank if I split into two shorter parts. So here is part 1, and part 2 will appear next week. Since you can't comment on the whole story until next week, I thought I'd make a couple specific requests on this first part and wait until next week for the official 2+2 responses. Or, if you'd rather give official 2+2 responses on both halves, that's fine too. Or if you'd rather free associate on the state of the world, do whatever floats your boat. 1. Where does the story bog down? 2. What do you think of Neil? 3. What do you think of Sam? 4. Do you want to read more?
After "Claudia Near the End of the Road," I received many notes from readers asking for more of my road stories about the travels of me and Neil Drabeck. In "Near the End of the Road," there was a quick reference to this particular escapade in Denver. This story does not mark the dramatic change of life that Claudia's story does, but I think it exemplifies our travels across America: seeing new places, meeting new people, and living new experiences.
I hope you enjoy this story of the blizzard party that Neil and I spent in the company of Christy and Denver Gwen.
- Sam Rourke
When I came through the door, Gwen and Neil were naked together on the couch, Gwen spooning Neil from behind. Her hand moved lazily around Neil's torso, tracing spirals in his chest hair. Neil's thick, limp penis hung heavily across his thigh. Gwen's nails were long and painted blood red.
A big winter storm had risen up, the kind that is only possible in January and a mile high in the Rocky Mountains. The roads were blanketed with snow and ice. The traffic lights, dancing in the wind on their suspension wires, were dark and useless. Abandoned automobiles choked the side streets. Neil's Ford didn't have the tires to scoot around in winter weather, and I had to find a safe spot to leave it. I hoofed the final half mile back to Gwen's house.
"Sam! Buddy!" Neil yelled as I closed the door. I stomped the snow off my boots. My fingers were as stiff as chicken bones, and my cheeks and nose burned with the cold.
"I had to leave your car in the Safeway parking lot," I said. "We can get it after this storm blows over."
Neil stood up. Gwen sat up and slouched on the couch. Neil had never been shy about being naked. Neil was the kind of man who would stop the car, stride off the side of the road, drop his pants right down to his ankles, gaze up into the big, broad sky, and piss into the dirt. While Gwen was not nearly as uninhibited as Neil, she had made great inroads in the two weeks we'd been living in her house.
"The car is immaterial, Sam," Neil said. "I got some killer weed. We are putting together a blizzard party. In order to survive this inclement weather, we must be prepared. It is important for us to welcome the wrath of God!"
I threw my coat on top of the others piled over the folding chair in the entryway. There was an empty gin bottle and several empty beer bottles on the coffee table. "Where are Christy and Curt?" I asked.
"Out buying supplies before the stores shut down. Blizzard parties need plenty of tequila. It's in the rules. Section five, paragraph four. But you know the rules, don't you, Sam? Of course you do!"
"It's the least they could do," Gwen added. She was wearing her upside down smile, a face that looked like an angry cartoon character. She was holding her arms across her body, but her breasts were still uncovered. I'd seen the face before, but I never knew if it was a face that showed real anger or if it was just an exaggeration she used as an affect.
"So, are you two going to get dressed?" I said. "Or is this supposed to be a naked blizzard party?"
"Ha ha!" Neil boomed. "Sam, you are one fucking genius! No wonder I like you so much! A naked party it is, then! We'll meet this storm in defiance of the elements, with nary a stitch on to protect us. This is perfect, Sam, absolutely perfect!"
Neil is a big man, nearly six inches taller than I am, and he has the barrel-like torso of a linebacker. But when he smiles, which he does almost continuously, you can hardly imagine him donning the pads to tackle anyone. Even so, when this linebacker of a man gets his momentum going, he is impossible to stop.
"So what do you say, Sam?" He grabbed his penis in his fist and flopped it up and down. "Let's strip down and wag our dicks at this blizzard!"
Before I could say a word he rushed to the door and ran outside. "Take this, blizzard!" he yelled. The door banged closed and I couldn't hear what else he screamed at the top of his lungs. I watched out the front window as he ran across the front yard, completely naked, kicking through the drifting snow, his arms raised in fists of victory.
Gwen watched him with her mouth hanging open. She shook her head in wonder. "I've never met a man like Neil," she said. "He's crazy."
"If you're drunk enough, I guess anything is possible."
"He's not even that drunk."
Which was not surprising. Neil did things like running around naked at the beginning of a blizzard even when he was completely sober.
"I wish they'd hurry up and get back with the gin," Gwen said.
"Did Christy get off work early?" Christy was a substitute teacher, and the weather looked bad enough to close the schools.
"She didn't even go in today. Which is a good thing. There's only so much of Curt that I can take."
Curt worked graveyard shift at a warehouse. He had his own apartment, but since he and Christy had started getting serious, he was spending more time at the house.
"Are you having a problem with Curt?" I asked her quietly.
"Curt isn't paying rent, that's all. I don't think he should be spending half his time living here for free. And I think he's up to something. He and Christy. I don't trust them."
"We haven't been paying our keep, either," I said. Which was definitely true. Neil and I had used some of the money we'd made taking odd jobs to buy a little food, but there was no way we were paying our own way.
"But I like you, Sam. Curt is an asshole."
Neil crashed back inside and slammed the door shut. His body was covered with goose bumps. "Whew! A man's got to be careful in weather like this. Wouldn't want to get frostbite in a sensitive spot!" He hopped up and down, rubbing himself, and his penis, now limp and shriveled, flopped vigorously. "Brr! How about a little warm up, Gwen honey?" He grinned. "Percy here could use a little shelter from the storm."
Gwen giggled. She stood up and wobbled on her feet before righting herself. She was drunker than I thought. Gwen didn't have much hair between her legs, just a sparse patch of red curls. Her areolas were light pink and nearly perfectly round, and tan freckles dotted her chest and shoulders.
She was also a pretty girl, a little skinny, with bony hips and hard-looking shoulders. She walked over to Neil. At first, they stood side by side and looked out the window. The sky was turning an ominous gray. She put her arm around his waist. Neil put his around her shoulders.
She ran her hand down onto his butt. "You are cold," Gwen said. She turned Neil towards her and got down on her knees. From below, she looked up at him and smiled. "Oh, honey," Neil moaned. Gwen gingerly lifted his penis and held it between her thumb and forefinger. "Poor sweet Percy. Are you cold?" And she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick.
"Oh honey!" She slurped several times, shishhh-whishk-shishhh, and Neil's face contorted. "Gwen honey, you make a man feel real again! But before we go too far," he pulled his penis from her mouth, "we have some important preparation to finish." His stiff erection shined with her spit and waved like a divining rod. "Look what you do to me, honey. Can you believe it, Sam? Thirty minutes ago I was drained, and here I am back and ready again! Honey, you are amazing."
Neil bustled off to the stereo. He found a radio station that wasn't playing non-stop weather warnings. Country and western, and he turned it up loud. The room was filled with the sound of banjos, steel guitars, and twangy southern voices.
Gwen sat back on her haunches and gave her cartoon frown. Her knees were apart, and her slit was on display. She watched Neil and stroked her own thighs with her open hands.
I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy. Her skin was the color of parchment, and her outer lips were nearly hairless. What little hair was there was so light it merely softened the picture, like the lens was slightly out of focus. The crevice between was dark and striking.
"Enjoying the sights, Sam?" Gwen said.
"I ... uh ..." I stammered. My face burned, and I looked away. "I'm sorry, Gwen, ..."
"Don't worry about it, Sam. It's a naked blizzard party, after all." She was grinning now and for a short moment, I felt relief. And then she ran her finger up through her slit, her finger searching deep down inside. She spread her knees wide apart and held herself open. She was the palest pink inside and glistening wet.
"Whoa, honey!" Neil laughed. "You're really getting into the spirit of things now!" He leaned back and belted out a laugh that shook the windows. "Have you ever seen a prettier little cunt, Sam?"
Gwen blushed brightly and closed herself up. But she was still grinning. She stood up and fell into Neil's big arms.
"OK, OK, it's time to finish up the arrangements," Neil said. And he spun out of Gwen's arms and grabbed hold of one end of the sofa.
"What are you doing, Neil?" Gwen said.
"Rearranging the furniture so we can better meet the storm, honey! It does us no good to greet the storm if we can't see it, does it?"
He rotated the sofa around and banged into the coffee table. Empty bottles toppled and rolled.
"Whoa there!" Neil said, and he tore around and dragged the coffee table out of the way. A couple bottles tumbled onto the rug. He went back to the sofa and dragged it around until it directly faced the front picture window in the living room.
He plopped down on the middle of the couch and stretched his arms across the back. "There!"
And then he popped back to his feet and moved the coffee table in front of the sofa. The few bottles left on the table fell to the floor. "Neil, be careful!" Gwen said. She picked up a couple bottles.
"Have no fear, honey, have no fear! Neil Drabeck is in charge!"
And then Christy burst through the door, carrying a brown paper bag in each arm. "Mother fucker!" she said, and she forced the door closed against the wind. "Mother fucker it's cold out!"
Gwen stood up from her tidying up, empties in both hands. "Ah! Did you get the booze?"
"Yeah, I got the booze. Tequila and gin and beer."
"Where's Curt?" I asked.
"He bailed, the fucker." She took off her hat and shook her long, dark hair free.
"What's wrong?" Gwen said.
"Nothing is wrong."
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"I'm alright, it's Curt needs the fucking attitude adjustment. What are you doing to the furniture? God damn it, I am freezing. And what are you guys running around with your clothes off for? Aren't you freezing?"
"Sam here decided this is going to be a naked blizzard party," Neil said. "So come on you two, get naked."
"I am not getting naked until it's at least twenty degrees warmer in here." Christy hugged herself and shivered.
"You just need a few shots of tequila to warm your bones," Neil said.
"Neil, you are an ass. A great, fucking ass. But sometimes there's wisdom in your words," Christy said. "I need to get really, really drunk." She carried the paper bags over the kitchen table and emptied them out. She had a dozen lemons to go along with two bottles of cheap tequila and an expensive bottle of gin.
Gwen hopped up and helped Christy fill the refrigerator with beer. It was odd seeing Gwen being domestic without her clothes on. She had a nice ass.
"Just lemons? No limes?" Gwen said.
"I forgot," Christy said. "Sorry."
"I don't see how I can drink gin without limes."
"What are you talking about? You drink gin without limes all the time. Besides, as drunk as you are, what difference does it make, lemons or limes?"
"Don't be a bitch," Gwen said. "You and Sam have a lot of catching up to do. Open the tequila and get to work. And would someone turn down that music? It's giving me a headache."
I turned Tammy Wynette down to a more respectable level.
"Sam!" Neil yelled. "Not so fast. We should have a sing-along!" And he boomed along with the song:
Stand by your man!
Neil sang, and the girls looked at him like he was from outer space. "Everybody, let's go!" And he continued at ear-splitting volume.
Stand by your man!
Bring him two farm girls, truly And someone's drugs you bring too When tight and bold - and horny!
"Come on everybody, the big finale!"
Stand by your man!
And tell the world you love him! Bring him all the lovers you can! Stand ... by ... your ma-a-a-an!
Of course it wasn't the big finale, as the song continued with one last refrain, but Neil had put a period on the performance. Gwen doubled over, shrieking with laughter. Christy stood there, her jaw hanging in disbelief.
"You guys didn't sing!" Neil said.
Gwen gasped for breath and eventually calmed down. Now that he had everyone's attention, Neil took his place standing beside the kitchen table.
"All right, all right everybody," Neil announced. "Gwen, I need you to stand by your man right here by my side. Everybody, gather around here. It's time to get this naked blizzard party started. Before we begin, we need to set the ground rules."
"If you think I'm getting naked with it this cold out, you're sadly mistaken," Christy said.
"Maybe we'll get to the naked rules later, then," Neil said. "After everyone's warmed up a little. First, then, we need someone to be responsible for pouring the shots. Who is the most responsible one here?"
Everyone immediately turned to me. "OK, OK," I sighed. "Pass me the bottles."
And I opened the booze bottles while Gwen dug out four mismatched shot glasses and lined them up in front of me. "Don't forget, Fill Man, three tequilas, and one gin for Gwen." Neil stated it with a careful tone, as if the alcohol preference was a matter of utmost importance. I poured the four glasses and dealt them out around the table.
"Now, for the tequila drinkers, it's done like this." He picked up a slice of lemon. "First, wet your wrist with the lemon." He picked up a salt shaker and sprinkled it on the wet spot. "Then the salt. And here's where it gets tricky." He held the lemon in one hand and the shot glass in the other. "You suck," and he sucked hard on the lemon wedge. His face twisted with the sour. "You drink," and he drained the entire shot glass of tequila and slammed it down on the table. "You lick," and he licked the salt off his wrist. "And you shake it," and he grabbed his penis and gave it hard, firm shake. "Whee, dog!" he yelled. "That is fine tequila!"
"I don't have anything to shake," Gwen said.
"You're not drinking tequila," Christy said.
"Then you don't have anything to shake," Gwen said.
"I'll just shake Sam's." She smiled, and I hoped maybe she was a little bit serious.
"Mmmm. Maybe I should switch over to tequila," Gwen said. "Except I can't stand that shit."
"OK, everyone, let's make sure we have it right." He passed out lemons slices to everyone. I wet my wrist, sprinkled salt, sucked lemon, and swallowed tequila. The alcohol burned my throat. My eyes watered.
"You didn't shake, Sam," Neil said. "That's a penalty."
"Neither did Christy," Gwen said.
"The penalty is another shot," Neil said. "Come on, Fill Man, two more tequilas."
Christy and I made some insincere protests, but I poured two more shots, and we repeated the process. Except at the end, I grabbed my crotch and tried to shake it through my pants. As soon as I let go, Christy got herself a handful, too. Neil and Gwen laughed like hyenas.
I was already feeling the alcoholic fog rising. The label claimed eighty proof, and I couldn't contradict it. All the glasses were empty, and I poured another round, three tequilas and a gin. Gwen squeezed lemon into her glass and sipped at hers slowly. Neil continued with the party rules.
"Now the other important rule concerns the partaking of marijuana." Neil slapped his bare hips as if he were looking for his pockets. "First, we need to find my pants."
He rummaged behind the couch and found his old faded Levi's and pulled a baggie out of the pocket. "Every hour, on the hour, we roll one joint and pass it around. We need an official time keeper, to make sure we stay on schedule."
Again, everyone looked at me. "I'm not sure I can take all this responsibility," I said.
"You can do it, Sam. I have complete confidence in you."
"I only hope I can live up to your lofty expectations. OK, we have twenty minutes before we get started."
"Twenty minutes, then!" Neil said. "I can hardly wait!"
"Isn't there something else on the radio? I hate this country shit," Gwen said. She was having trouble sitting still. Her hands kept rubbing up and down her thighs, constantly in motion.
"It's not so bad," I said. "You just need to listen carefully. Get into the feeling of it. Every genre has its conventions. Just learn them, and then you can appreciate them."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Sam?" Gwen said.
"There's nothing else on," Neil said. "Unless you want to listen to school closures."
"I'm talking about the conventions of a musical genre. If you don't know the basis for the music, you can't appreciate it. It's like reading a single line out of Shakespearean play without knowing what is around it."
Gwen rolled her eyes. "I need another drink. You're falling down on the job, Fill Man."
I filled Gwen's glass with gin. She squeezed her lemon slice and a thin line of juice dribbled into her glass. She licked the juice off her fingers and looked directly at Neil. And very, very slowly, she ran her tongue around the edge of her glass.
Neil's penis lurched upwards, a movement that did not go unnoticed by anyone.
"By the way, is there any sex in these naked blizzard parties?" Gwen asked.
"Of course, of course!" Neil chimed in. "What would a naked party be without sex? Or any party, for that matter. Sex! Isn't that what it's all about, folks! Everything is about sex!"
"That's good, because I don't think I can take much of a naked blizzard party if there isn't going to be sex in it."
"I'm not sure if everything is about sex," Christy said. "I have to get turned on before I'm going to get involved in anything sexual."
"I don't see how you can look at Neil's dick and not get turned on," Gwen said.
"It's time for another round of tequila," I said. I quickly filled all three glasses.
"I think Neil needs to lick his salt off my nipples," Gwen said.
"Honey, did I ever tell you that you are ab-so-fucking brilliant! You understand the very nature of these naked blizzard parties. You and the naked blizzard party, you work together as one!."
"Neil, you need to learn to shut up and lick." And she rubbed a bit of lemon all over her nipple, which immediately wrinkled up. Holding her breast carefully in her palm and pointing herself just right, she sprinkled a bit of salt right on the end.
"Here we go, then!" Neil said. He sucked his lemon, pounded down his shot, and went down on that perky little nipple. Gwen sat back and closed her eyes, her arms extended over her head, a huge grin adorning her beaming face.
Christy and I followed along with our own shots. I even gave myself a half-hearted shake at the end. Christy skipped the shake this time, but with Neil nursing at Gwen's tit, there wasn't anyone to enforce a penalty.
Neil finally pulled off Gwen's tit, which was glistening with his saliva. The nipple was an angry red color. His cock was stiff as a board. He grabbed himself and gave a clumsy wave.
"Whee, doggie!" Neil said. "This is the best damned naked blizzard party ever!"
"Oh man, this shit is going straight to my head," Christy said. I was sitting close to her, and I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose.
"Is everybody warming up now?" Neil said. Christy nodded, and I was feeling pretty warm myself. "Then we can move on to the naked rules."
"These naked blizzard parties sure have a lot of rules," Christy said. "I already forget the pot rules."
"It's every hour on the hour," I said. "We have five more minutes."
"Here's the deal," Neil said. Gwen was playing with her nipples now, teasing them with her fingernails. She didn't seem to be paying much attention. Neil stood and lectured us on the naked rules. His penis was so hard that it was difficult to take his words seriously. "Every time we hear a song where some guy is bitching about how terrible his life is, you two have to take off some clothes."
"Or some woman," Gwen added. She was staring at her own breasts, pinching the nipples.
"A man or a woman singer, it doesn't matter. It is the feeling that is important. The pain and the suffering."
And we all quieted down for a minute, and sure enough, the girl on the radio was singing about how lonely she was ever since her man was gone.
"This is fucking ridiculous," Christy said. "Every fucking country song is about fucking pain and suffering. Us sitting here waiting for ten fucking songs is a waste of fucking time."
"I think we should take off an article of clothing every time Christy says `fucking'," I said.
"Do you talk to your students that way?" Gwen said.
"I only cuss when I'm drinking. Or when I'm getting laid."
"Too bad Curt isn't here then, huh?"
"Curt isn't the only snowman in the yard." And she gave me a look that would melt ice cubes. She stood up and pulled her sweatshirt off over her head. She was wearing a bright red lace bra. Christy was a well-built woman, with big breasts and an ample ass. Her large, dark nipples were visible through the thin spots in the lace.
It was eleven o'clock sharp. "Time!" I said.
"We have a first class time-keeper!" Neil said. "But I'll tell you, Sam, I wouldn't have minded a short delay this one time. Christy is one hell of a woman!"
"Don't worry Neil, just roll the fucking joint," Christy said. "I'm becoming a member of this party." She reached behind her back and fiddled with the clasp of her bra. When it fell away, her big, heavy breasts sagged like a sigh. She threw her bra towards her bedroom door, and it spun across the floor. She grabbed her breasts with both hands. "You have no idea how good it feels to get out of that thing," she said.
Neil sparked the joint and took a long, easy drag. Holding the smoke, he passed along to Gwen. Gwen took her hit, but she had to fight to keep it down. She held back thin coughs as the marijuana smoke leaked from her mouth. She finally yielded to a big hacking cough just as Neil let his lungful loose. Gwen passed the joint on to me.
I didn't take a big hit, but the smoke was still harsh in my lungs. Christy stood and unbuckled her pants and slipped them off, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I harshed and coughed up the smoke. My throat was raw. My eyes watered.
Christy stood in just her red lace panties and sucked easily on the joint. I loved the way her chest expanded as she inhaled. I thought about her bulky breasts, and what it would be like to squeeze them. She held her breath and passed on to Neil, then slipped out of her panties. Her pubic hair was black and thick. She exhaled and smiled. "Mmm. If I remember right, pot makes me horny."
The joint made its way around a couple more times before fizzing out. I poured another round of drinks. The tequila drinkers sucked, drank, and licked. This time, Christy looked lustily at my crotch as I shook myself through my pants, but she made no move to grab me again. Instead, she reached between her own legs and gave herself a playful squeeze.
"I think it is ironic that the person whose idea this whole naked blizzard party is the only one still in his clothes," Gwen said.
I was actually beginning to feel uncomfortable with everyone else naked around me, but I have a bit of a stubborn streak. I didn't want them to think I was blindly following their arbitrary rules. "You should know, I am immune to peer pressure," I said.
"I've always liked the look of a naked man," Christy said. "Especially their butts."
"I like their dicks," Gwen said.
"Dicks are OK. But a man with a cute ass, man!"
My head felt floaty. "OK, how many songs has it been?" I said.
"How many of what songs?"
"Songs of pain and suffering." I stood up. It took some concentration to stop myself from swaying on my feet.
Everyone laughed. "Fifteen," Christy said. "It's been fifteen songs."
"It has not been fifteen songs," I protested weakly, but I was already trying to take my shirt off. There were a lot of buttons to deal with. "That's one," I said and threw my shirt off behind me. I sat back down and tried to pull off my boot. But it didn't want to cooperate.
"I need help," I said.
Christy laughed. "Men are so helpless."
"I just need help with my boots."
Christy got down on her knees in front of me and wrapped both hands around a boot. She tugged hard and the boot popped right off. I held up the other boot and it came right off too.
"Here, poor boy, let me help you with your pants," Christy said.
"I can do it," I said, but I wasn't up to a continued protest. Christy unbuttoned my jeans, one button at a time: pop, pop, pop, pop. She had a hungry smile on her lips. She wrestled my pants down, pulling my boxers down with them.
Christy remained kneeled between my legs, my Levi's bundled in her arms. She stared right at my penis.
"This party ... has now ... officially ... begun!" Neil boomed. The girls cheered, and I couldn't help but laugh and cheer along with them.
I played my Fill Man role and poured another round. This time, after I licked the salt off my wrist, I grabbed my cock and shook it like I was waving a flag at a parade.
"So what's it like having a floppy thing like that hanging between your legs?" Christy said. "I'd think it would always be getting in the way."
Neil shrieked with laughter. "On the contrary!" he said. "I must say, in the many years that I've been wielding my sword," he held out both hands and looked down at his penis, "I have never once regretted having it hanging around."
"We've grown up with it like that all our lives," I said. "It's hard to imagine it any other way."
"It would drive me nuts," Christy said.
"I suppose that's why we have testicles, too," Neil said, and he laughed uproariously at his own joke.
"I think they're cute," Gwen slurred. And then her face lit up. "We should have a contest. Which one of you has the cutest dick?"
Neil bellowed again. "I am not a competitive man," Neil said. "There are no winners and losers when it comes to a man's privates."
"I don't know why anyone would want to have the cutest dick, anyway," I added. "What kind of contest is that?"
"I think it's a good thing, to have a cute dick," Gwen said.
"Me too," Christy said.
"Do what want. It's not like we can hide what we've got," I said. "We're just sort of, you know, out there."
The girls laughed, and Neil smiled. "I think we need to make the ladies happy, old buddy," he said. "We are, after all, guests in their home. We are obliged to live by the house rules."
Gwen and Christy urged me on, "Come on, get up there you two, let's go ..." A little grudgingly, I stood and moved towards Neil. I felt a little like a clown. I'm sure I was grinning like an idiot. The girls moved their chairs around to face us. They stared at our members.
"I need to seem `em hard," Gwen said. "You can't judge a man by his limp dick."
"Gwen, honey, there is no way you can tell me you think a hard-on is cute," Christy said.
"Oh, I think a hard-on is extremely cute."
I had the beginnings of a hard-on already. My penis was curving outwards, but still with a downward droop. But it wouldn't take long before I was strutting straight and tall.
Neil, on the other hand, had softened considerably from earlier. "Baby, I am not averse to displaying like a peacock, but I may need your help to unfurl my feathers."
Gwen laughed and shook her head. "You're lucky I enjoy giving head, Neil," she said. She squatted down in front of him. She pinned his penis up against his belly and gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She proceeded to lick and suck all around his sack, and Neil's cock quickly swelled.
Gwen let his penis drop, and it stood up at an admirable angle. "There, isn't that the cutest thing you ever saw?"
"Poor Sam here doesn't need to have his balls sucked," Christy said. "He's already hard as a rock."
And it was true. I was full-fledged just from watching the show.
"OK, boys, side by side, line `em up. Which one has the cutest hard-on."
"Sam, I don't know when I lost control of this party," Neil said. "These ladies seem to have taken it off in a completely different direction!"
"I just want you to know, Neil, there's no hard feelings if you win. It was an honor just to be part of the competition."
"The feeling is mutual, buddy."
We stood next to one another and the girls stared at us. And the embarrassment suddenly flushed through me. My face burned red.
"Sam wins," Christy said.
"No way," Gwen said. "Neil's is much cuter."
"I don't see how you could say that. Look at the way Sam's head sits on top. It's like a little hat."
"But Neil's is all smooth and straight, like a missile."
"Since when are missiles cute?"
Neil laughed. "It appears we have a stalemate, Sam."
"Shit, it's five minutes past midnight," I said. "We're late for the next joint."
"Sam, you are the best time-keeper we've ever had for a naked blizzard party! Only five minutes late? Ha! I remember once three years ago during our last naked blizzard party ..."
"Neil, you are so full of shit," Christy said.
Neil laughed boisterously. And then the baggie opened and another joint was rolled.
We were fairly quiet as the joint was passed around.
"This isn't good pot," Christy said.
"If you could see inside my head, you'd disagree," I said.
"I'm not craving potato chips. When I smoke good pot, I crave potato chips."
"Maybe it's the tequila salt," I suggested.
"Maybe it's all the cute dicks," Gwen said.
"But I haven't been eating any of the cute dicks," Christy said.
"And whose fault is that?" Gwen said.
Christy giggled. "Are you saying we should sprinkle a little salt on them?"
"Um, ladies," Neil interrupted, "as intriguing as this line of discussion is taking us, I'm not sure I want to have salt sprinkled on such a sensitive place."
Christy started slicing up another lemon into thin wedges. "Neil, you aren't in control of this party any more, remember? You do what we tell you to do."
I didn't like the idea of salt on my prick, either, and as stoned as I was feeling, I was a little afraid that if I let this talk go on much longer, I might be convinced to actually let them do it. "I think we need to wrestle control back from these women, Neil," I said.
"I think you're right, Sam. Maybe we should have another contest. This time the men get to be judge, jury, and executioner."
A sly look took over his face. "So, girls, which one of you has the most beautiful cunt?"
Christy and I were overwhelmed by a fit of giggles, and Neil beamed like the sun rising over the Atlantic Ocean. Gwen, however, wasn't amused.
"I don't like that word," Gwen said.
"Cunt?" Neil laughed. "Cunt is a fine word, baby."
"I don't like it."
"You just need to get used to it."
"It's ugly."
"It's only ugly if you think it's ugly. Words are only words. And to tell you the truth, honey, you have a very, very pretty cunt."
"I still don't like it."
"Here's what you do. Use it in a sentence. Practice. Listen to yourself say it. And before you know it, it'll be as easy to use as your own name."
I thought it was odd that a woman who had no problem sucking Neil's cock in front of an audience would hesitate about using a mere word. "It rhymes with `hunt', and `punt'," I volunteered, hoping similar words would show her they weren't so ugly.
"I don't know," Gwen said.
"It's easy, honey," Neil said.
"What about Christy? She should do it too."
Christy didn't even hesitate. "It's taking every ounce of strength to keep myself from touching my cunt right now," she said.
Neil bellowed a laugh that echoed in the room. It was an infectious laugh, and soon everyone was laughing along with him. I couldn't stop. There were tears in my eyes. Christy actually gasped for breath. Gwen's face was scrunched up so tight she turned a bright pink.
"See, honey, it isn't so bad," Neil said through the final gasps of his outburst. "Cunt is a fine word."
Through her final giggles, Gwen forced herself to sigh. "OK, OK, then," she said. She swallowed and held her hand up. We all calmed down and the room fell silent except for an advertisement for Alka Seltzer on the radio. Gwen looked like she was about to speak, but she suddenly burst into giggles again. Everyone giggled along with her.
"OK, one more try," Gwen said.
"You can do it," Christy said.
"My - cunt - is all wet and slick," Gwen said.
Everybody laughed and Gwen blushed.
"No, honey, you can't say it like that. You can't emphasize it. It has to slip off your tongue, just like any other word. Here, like this. `When Neil isn't here, I like to close my eyes and think of him and touch my cunt.'" And Neil guffawed and Gwen giggled a little. She took another swallow of gin.
"OK, OK, let me try again." She swallowed and braced herself with both hands against the table. Her nipples had hardened to points and her skin had taken on a pinkish hue. "When Neil isn't here, I like to close my eyes and think of him ..." and she closed her eyes and let the pause linger for a long, long time, " ... and touch my cunt."
Neil whooped. "You've got it, honey, you've got it in spades!"
"I like feeling Neil's dick in my cunt," Gwen added.
Laughter boomed in the room.
"Gwen hardly has any hair on her cunt," Christy said.
"I'd be very happy to lick Christy's cunt," I said.
Neil brayed like a donkey. "Perfect, Sam, perfect!"
"You know, one of the problems with these word games is we're getting distracted," I said.
"Distracted? Distracted from what?" Neil asked.
"Distracted from the actual cunts. The words are one thing, but the most beautiful cunt is what this contest is really all about."
"So right you are, buddy," Neil said. "I forgot clean about it. We were going to decide which of you lovely ladies has the most beautiful cunt!"
"Sam's already seen mine," Gwen winked at me. "Everybody's seen mine."
"I haven't seen it," Christy said. "And I'm not sure I want to, either."
"No reason to be shy, here," Neil said. "We are all close friends. In any case, I think it's important to see the cunts right next to one another. It's one thing to rely on your memory, but for a legitimate comparison, they need to be displayed side by side."
"On the couch, then," Gwen said, rising from her chair.
"You guys are so lucky I'm drunk," Christy said. "If either of you tell Curt what went on here tonight, I'll ... I'll ... I'll tell your mom."
Everyone giggled. "If you're going to swear us to secrecy, honey, you might as well get really outrageous," Neil said. "Little secrets are hardly worth keeping!"
"Neil, you'd be a lot easier to ignore if you weren't right every once in a while."
"Ha! That is so true, honey. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day!"
The girls went to the living room and sat apart from one another on the sofa, one on either end. At first they just sat there, stiff and proper, like naked ladies going to tea. Neil and I jostled for position across from the coffee table, our backs to the big front window.
And then Gwen slumped back into the cushions and let her knees inch apart. Christy took a deep breath.
"Ladies, legs apart now," Neil said.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Christy said.
And the girls opened their legs. Gwen went first, using the tips of her fingers to pull her outer lips apart. Sweat beaded on Christy's upper lip as she watched Gwen put herself on display.
"Fabulous!" Neil said. "Now you, Christy."
The blood rushed to Christy's face. But she dived in, carefully parting the ample pubic hair, and then pulling herself apart.
"Awww, they are beautiful," Neil enthused. "I don't know what you girls were all uptight about. There is nothing at all to be ashamed of here. I have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life!"
And they were indeed two thrilling specimens of female pudenda. Gwen's so soft and simple, the inner lips barely protruding, her dome-like clitoris popping up at the crest of her inner lips. And Christy, dark and brooding, a deep, deep red, her fat inner labia puffed and swollen, her open hole pooling thickly with her female lubrication.
"I can't decide," I said. "It's like comparing Miles to Mozart. How can you compare the two?"
"Which one of us is Miles and which one is Mozart?" Gwen said. She held herself open with one hand and dabbed at her clit with the other.
"I think Gwen's is pure pop, `Sugar Sugar,' the Archies, like that. And Christy is a lot harder, maybe something by Hendrix, or Cream." I sang, "In a white room, with black curtains, near the station."
There was a long silence while everyone looked back and forth.
"Sam," Gwen said, "that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my entire life."
The laughter exploded out of everyone. "I want my cunt to be Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band," Gwen said, and she screeched with laughter.
"Ha! And I'm more like Ricky Nelson, `Garden Party'."
"'Love Can Make You Happy'."
"'She's a black magic woman and she's trying to make a devil out of me!'"
And they broke into another fit of giggles.
"Look how hard these guys are!" Gwen said. "You two are making me very, very horny."
Neil was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face. But his erection was still impressively upright. And while I thought `Sugar Sugar' was a better match for Gwen's pussy than Sergeant Pepper, it didn't reduce my arousal even a little.
"You know, there is one thing we're all missing in this blizzard naked party," Christy said.
"And what would that be?"
"The blizzard. We're doing all this naked and we're not doing the blizzard part."
"You missed Neil greeting the storm," I said. "That was something."
"I think the storm has got a lot worse," Gwen said. We stopped and listened, and the wind was howling outside. It was dark out, but it was light enough to see the snow drifting against the cars, houses, and hedges.
"If we can't go out into the storm, maybe we should bring the storm in here with us."
"What do you have in mind?" Neil said.
"Sam, I need you to get some snow."
Reluctantly, I left the women on the couch and went looking for a bucket. I found one in the kitchen closet and went to the back door. Outside, the snow was falling hard, and the icy crystals were being pushed nearly horizontal by the wind. It looked like an Arctic scene out there.
I opened the back door and quickly rushed out to the snow. It was indeed shockingly cold, and I forced the bucket quickly into the snow bank, filling it to the top. My feet were buried in snow, it was frightfully cold, and then the cold gave way to a sharp, burning pain. I danced back indoors and slammed the door behind me.
"My feet are frozen!" I hopped on the linoleum floor and dropped the bucket on the kitchen table.
"Perfect, Sam," Christy said. A bucket of blizzard."
Everyone gathered around. Christy dipped into the bucket and pulled out of handful of snow. "What we're going to do is wrap his dick in snow and see what happens."
"Oh, man, I don't know about that. My feet are already killing me."
"Don't worry, we won't let you freeze up too bad. I bet you'll like it. Besides," she whispered huskily, "I'll make it worth your while."
I wasn't sure about this turn of events, but my feet were quickly feeling a lot better, and the buzz in my head felt really nice and I began to think maybe the snow hadn't hurt so badly after all. And I liked the idea of Christy playing with my dick. And perhaps more to the point, I didn't want anyone to think I was being a poor sport. I liked the way this party was heading, and I didn't want it to change course.
"OK, but be careful," I said. I sat down on a chair and stretched my legs out. My erection, which had disappeared in the rush into the snow, began to reform.
Christy shoveled out a handful of snow and approached me. "Here we go," she said. She patted the snow around my cock, surrounding it, and then compressing it tight around my shaft.
I shriveled like a raisin. And it physically ached. "Ah! It hurts!"
"Aw, poor baby," Christy teased.
"Maybe what we need to do is alternate heat and cold," Gwen suggested.
Christy took her hands away, and the remnants of the snow fell off. "Poor thing, now he's too soft to fuck," Christy said.
"Use your mouth on him," Gwen said.
And Christy held my frozen shaft between her two warm palms and twisted lightly back and forth. The heat from her hands felt wonderful, but not nearly as wonderful as her mouth and tongue would soon feel.
She took me completely in her mouth. I had anticipated it would feel burning hot, and while the warmth of her mouth was striking, I was pleased to discover it wasn't at all painful. Christy sucked me and stroked my frigid prick with her lips, and I groaned with pleasure. I was stunned when she put the tip of her cold finger against my anus. I lurched a little, and Christy giggled with me in her mouth.
She pulled off my cock with a pop of her mouth. "Isn't that better, now?" Christy said.
"Oh yaaahs, oh yaaahs," Neil said. I looked over and Gwen was squeezing snow in her fist, letting the melting water drip out over Neil's dick. As each drip splashed against him, she sucked it off. With her other hand, she fingered herself between her legs.
"OK, Sam, why don't you do my nipples now." Christy said.
Gwen lifted her head from Neil's prick. "Or put some on her cunt. That horny bitch needs to have her cunt cooled down."
I patted snow into the cup of my palm and placed it over Christy's nipple. She gasped and arched. I rubbed the snow around, and her nipple hardened like concrete. The skin of her heavy breasts crinkled around the nipple
I sucked on her cold nipple and repeated the snow treatment on the other side. Christy panted and writhed, and I squeezed her tit with icy fingers.
I picked out a little more snow and squeezed it into a cylinder. The snow was beginning to melt, and icy water dripped out. I got between Christy's legs. She parted her thighs eagerly, and her pungent cunt was there for me to work on. I pressed the packed snow between her swollen folds.
"Oh, oh, oh," she groaned, and her hips rocked up. "Oh, it's too cold!"
But the snow had almost completely melted already. I held my cold hands up against her crotch as the last of the snow melted away. I held onto her crotch, the skin taut and firm with the cold. I stroked her outer lips with my thumbs. I leaned in and used my tongue on her hard little clitoris.
"It's time we retired to the bedrooms, I think," Christy panted.
"Oh, yeah," Gwen said. Neil was between her legs too, lapping at her cunt like a dog at a bowl of water.
Christy leapt up and bounced off towards her bedroom. I went after her. Just as I went around the corner, I looked back. Gwen was against the kitchen counter, and Neil was on top of her, easing his prick into her downy little pussy.
I swung the door to Christy's door closed. Christy was already up on the bed. "I need to be fucked bad," she said. She got up on her hands and knees, her butt raised in the air, presenting to me. Her pussy gaped out from between her thighs, dark and inviting. Her stink filled my nostrils.
And I was so hard I felt like a flag could be run up my cock. I got up behind her and grabbed her hips. I lined up and eased my stony pecker right into her velvet cooze.
She was fiery hot. I don't know if the snow on my penis had made the contrast that much more striking, but it felt like I was dipping into a volcano. "Oh God, Sam. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Put your cock in me. Come on, Sam, fuck me, fuck me like a dog."
I pushed in and out of her a few times. Christy grunted in response. I tried a few slow strokes, pulling nearly completely out and pushing as deep in as I could reach.
I gradually built up speed, moving faster and faster. Her hot oil dripped down my balls. She started to slam back against me, her ass slapping against my body as I drove in.
Her grunts started out short and staccato. But as I pounded over and over, her grunts lengthened and rose in pitch. Her tight little anus twitched with every deep thrust. I licked my finger and touched her there, and she swore like a sailor. "Oh yeah, Sam, that's it, fuck me fuck me fuck me with your big cock. Finger-fuck my ass. Fill my cunt. Fill my cunt and my ass."
I pushed the tip of my finger past her sphincter and doubled my thrusts. "Oh God, Sam, oh God. I'm coming, I'm coming!"
She bucked so hard she nearly flew off my prick. I had to grab her and hold on, and the spasms that gripped my penis was as tight as the embrace of a woman who didn't want her lover to go.
She panted loudly. "Oh, oh, oh, Sam," she groaned.
I grabbed hold of her hips and began to pound her. "Oh Sam, yes, oh Sam."
My muscles began to falter, and the tension in my groin suddenly fused like a ball of rubber bands. I tried to stop it, but it was too far gone, and I tried to thrust into her one last time, but I couldn't do it, my body simply lurched its own way.
I erupted, and semen flew everywhere. I couldn't control myself, couldn't point anywhere in particular, and spurt after spurt spewed around the room. It got in her hair, on the floor, all over the blankets. Her ass was covered with my cum. I don't know where it all came from, and still I came, and it pulsed out and dripped down my legs, matting my hair, and it soaked her dark cunt.
And then the collapse. Together, we fell onto the bed, face down, side by side. The sheets were damp with our various body fluids.
"Oh, man, Sam," Christy said, and then she began to chuckle. I laughed too, and soon we were giggling like teenage girls.
"That was something," Christy said.
"I have never experienced anything even close to that," I said.
"Oh, I am completely wiped out. Sam, you wasted me."
"Don't tell me you don't do it like that with Curt."
"Oh, no, it's never been like that with Curt. Not even close. That was amazing, Sam."
And while I was sure she was exaggerating, I was secretly a little proud of myself. Christy and I had just shared something truly special. It was one of those fucks that you remember for years.
Christy closed her eyes. "I need to take a nap," she said.
And she dozed. I lay there, listening. Gwen and Neil were banging away in the other bedroom like hammers on anvils. Gwen wailed like a banshee, screaming out epithets of encouragement. I still felt wired. I checked Christy, who snored daintily. I eased quietly out of bed and went to look for more tequila.
The kitchen was away from the bedrooms, and once I turned off the radio, it was much quieter. There was part of a joint left on the table, and I sat down to smoke it. I felt some of the tension ease out of me. I poured myself a shot and watered it down with melted snow and lemon juice. I sipped it and leaned back and closed my eyes.
Neil and I had had a few extraordinary sexual experiences over the past year, but nothing quite like this. Neil was continuously after sex, picking up girls in the most unlikely places. When I first met him, he had a real thing for prostitutes and strippers, who he had a knack for befriending. It seemed like we were always crashing in some dive apartment with a recent convert to the professional life. It was a scene I usually disliked - the girls were invariably detached and bitter. They didn't seem to be in search of anything in particular in life. But when Neil stumbled along, they were immediately attracted to his quick smile and enormous laugh. And his enthusiasm for trying just about anything - drugs, sex, or just general outrageousness - hit a nerve in these girls.
Gwen was a different story. When we blew into Denver, Neil and I crashed temporarily with Bob, an old school chum of Neil's. But Bob wasn't up to Neil's pace, and it became clear we were causing a significant hardship. Neil began one of his prowls of the town looking for another pad. Gwen was an acquaintance of Bob's, and when Neil put the move on her, her walls crumbled like sand castles against the tide. Neil was soon living in her bedroom, while I took up residence on her couch.
In a matter of hours after we moved in, Neil's influence transformed the house. What had once been a home for two somewhat quiet girls was suddenly the center of activity. Neil invited strangers off the street to smoke and party, and when Neil got into the right frame of mind, he didn't hesitate to let Gwen know what he wanted. "Oh, honey, let's go fuck!" And the two would go off to Gwen's king-sized bed to frolic between the sheets while the party continued in an awkward daze in the next room.
I heard a door click shut. I sat up straight and Neil tiptoed into the kitchen, still buck naked.
"Ah, Sam, I'm glad you're here!" he said in a loud whisper.
I handed him the last bit of the joint. A smile lit his face, and he sat down with me. "What did I tell you, Sam, this is great shit!"
"I must say, Neil, I'm feeling pretty damned loose right now." I poured myself another shot of tequila.
"And that's what I'm here to talk about, Sam old buddy. I'm here as a messenger. Gwen has a request."
The alcohol and marijuana spun inside my head. I rubbed my wrist with lemon and tried to sprinkle salt on it. I'm not sure I hit it, but I didn't care. I swallowed the final half shot of tequila and sucked on my wrist.
Neil stood up and began to pace. He strode aggressively across the kitchen, stopped, and walked back. "It seems our little dick contest put an idea in Gwen's mind. She thinks it would be fun if she was the center of a man sandwich, if you know what I mean."
Neil stopped and stood, not really looking at me. He rubbed his big hands together, as if he were trying to roughen his skin up. "She says it's always been a fantasy of hers. Ha! I know how that is! Remember Bonnie and Angela? I have to say, doing two of them was an amazing experience! And what about those chicks in Santa Fe? Donna and Edie? Do you remember them, Sam? Man!"
He didn't mention a couple larger entanglements he had engaged in. Four and five girls at once were not unheard of in Neil's experience.
"What do you say, Sam? What do you say we make this princess's dream come true?"
"I don't know if I can, Neil. I am really, really fucked up."
"The more fucked up the better, Sam."
My head felt wonderfully light, and it seemed like maybe anything was possible. I had to admit, Gwen was an intriguing woman. I loved the way she sat around naked showing off her pussy. Her nearly hairless cunt was an enticing morsel. I thought about going down on her, and I thought about her giving me head. And I thought maybe it wasn't such a crazy idea after all. And besides, what difference did crazy make? The purpose of life was not to avoid being crazy. The purpose of life was to experience life. Gwen was an experience. Sharing her with Neil was, if nothing else, something utterly new.
"Then lead the way, Neil."
"Sam, you will not regret this!" Neil said. He reached out and slapped his big hand into mine. "Put it there, buddy! Let's go give this chick the ride of her life!"
(to be continued next week)