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No Anesthetic For Love
At the Krokodil Klub Part2


Silkie tells this story from Paris, while at a nightclub, twenty years later....She is with her friend Denis and her sister, Rachel. It is her birthday. Silkie is so happy and excited to be performing with her sister...........Rachel was a well-known jazz pianist in the U.S and Europe, she had recorded ten LP's and now several CDs, some solo, some with other artists most recently, Stan Getz, Duke Jordan and another session that she had enjoyed much more, with jazz legend Mary Lou Williams................Rachel had a great love and appreciation for the piano of Nat"King" Cole, when he had his trio, and before he became the giant of pop music for Capitol.........she tried to work several of his pieces into her standard set, and she had, in the past few months, put together a trio, with guitarist Antoine Regelado and bassist Joe Westlake, two veteran rhythm players who loved Nat Cole's sound from the '30's and '40's as much as she did.....Rachel was not at all in the same class a vocalist as her sister. Not very many people were................but she loved to sing his lyrics, they were sly and witty and fun to do, but enough twists and odd changes to keep them interesting, and because Nat Cole wrote them, there were all kinds of amazing choices that opened up for her as soon as she turned away from the voice mike and put her attention to the keyboard.
Silkie had been singing in clubs, standards, ballads, and fast paced jazz pieces to which she had written lyrics, in the manner of King Pleasure, Eddie Jefferson, and Dave Lambert of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross . She had given up on her opera career, but she had the vocal training and her huge voice.......things that she couldn't do when she was a teen-age opera student came easily to her now. Rachel, and her trio were with her.............they were billed as "Silkie Greene with the Rachel Greenburg Trio.....It wasn't the biggest club in Paris..........Silkie still suffered from stage fright, and the bigger the club, the more difficult she found it to perform, but it was packed.. Rachel, had come to Paris to play piano, to be with Silkie, to be her lover sometimes, to share men with her sometimes..because they had loved to do those things since they were small...they didn't announce, that from the stage, but plenty of people in thte business knew about their relationship..........Performing lesbians were easliy accepted in Europe in 1991, but bi-sexual sisters who played with each other was a bit of a stretch for some club owners.....For Silkie and for Rachel , the fact that they shared each other's bodies was far from the most interesting thing about themselves. All the audience ever saw were two women who resembled each other enjoying themselves on stage...........they did not present themselves professionally as sisters. SiIlkie was so thrilled because Rachel was with her tonight, playing. piano for her.... Rachel was talking about making a CD with her....Silkie was wildly jealous of Rachel's success, but so glad that she was there tonight.They had been playing, singing and making music together since they were able to walk.They switched timing and mood, tossed lyrics and phrases back and forth.......nobody could create fills, intros and outros for her like Rachel........... and her solos.. each time she soloed, she ended it on a phrase that set up the next vocal line so beautifully...Silkie kept a professional distance from all feelings except for the music when she was on stage, but somewhere in between "Frim- Fram Sauce" and"Hit That Jive, Jack", Silkie became aware of how much she wanted Rachel, right here, right now, her face between her thighs, she didn't care where she was or who was watching. She was very happy when she finished her set..........the whole club was on their feet, clapping and shouting..they made her take an encore, something she rarely did. After she paid Rachel, Rudy and Wally, she still had a mountain of Francs on the table..Silke was always Silkie..she carefully counted every note, and entered everything in her delicate hand, into a little book she carried everywhere....

Two months before this evening,Silkie had learned that her friend and lover, Denis, was HIV positive. They were both actively bi-sexual, as were so many of their friends, so was her sister Rachel, so it wasn't that much of a surprise...but..in 1991, there wasn't much you could do.........Denis felt fine, but they both knew that AIDS would probably kill him in a year or two............or five or ten............ maybe all three of them would be dead by then.......or maybe he could go for a long time before getting sick...for all the men she had had as friends and lovers, one, a husband for a while, one, the father of her daughter, there were only two or three who were dear to her, who would always live in her heart...............Denis was one. And, unlike all the others, except for Tom, he was in love with her too.
Silkie sat down at the table. Her face was flushed, she was sweating, she was glowing, she was excited, mentally, sexually, and emotionally. Denis had a bouquet for her, not roses, he knew she hated roses; a bottle of Bordeaux, not too expensive, because he knew she didn't care about that either.......he remembered her telling him about having a reputation as a young woman as a "slut" and a "siren", but she always got her underwear, the cheapest blue cotton she could find, from J.C. Penney........he had had the pleasure of removing it so many times, and she accepted his gifts of fancy underwear from shops in Europe............she called them "gift wrapping".................but she would never buy them for herself..........she loved sex, had since she could comprehend it, but the accoutrements didn't mean much to her...........
Silkie said to Denis:
"I have a problem. I come off stage, people are clapping and shouting, like tonight .. you know just that gets to me....I see Rachel in in her gown..with the cleavage,yes.....most of her beautiful breasts exposed....why should the sight of the body of my own sister arouse me?.............."
"And now I get over here...........and here you are with that erection that I can see sticking up through your pants.........you know that about that part of me by now? That I like to see stuff more than most women?..Oh yes baby, I know you do...."
Silkie turned her body so that she was staring into both of his eyes with both of hers:
" Oh Denis...(.Putting her head on his chest)........ l want you.......every day, every minute, Denis, I am aching for you......riight now............it's really bad...............did you like what we did tonight?.........Rachel is so good, maybe you didn't get what she was doing............"
"The bridge in that song.. that Clifford Brown song you did.....when your eyes connected...Rachel is so amazing..when you were singing the parts together with no lyrics........just s**tting on "No Anesthetic"?........I love this. I love to see you doing this............... of course my penis is enlarged.....................how, how could it not be, Silkie?"
Silkie:
".....I 'm aching for you.......................now you won't touch me................I promise, I won't get sick..............please, Denis, please, it has to be different now, the sex, but my feelings, nothing has changed......I stopped saying "I love you" to anybody after I got ****d in Seattle by three guys.when I was twenty......this is a....different story Denis................... tonight......you are the man I say that phrase to..."
"The other thing that happens when a set goes like it did tonight ; I'm hungry, I want some wine, but the way I feel tonight, I should say it the American way:
" I want some fuckin' wine............"
Denis filled her glass to the top:
"My love, some fuckin' wine, as you wish............."
Silkie and Denis ripped into the wine, and the delicious meal..........Rachel came from her dressing room,sat down next to Silkie.........
"Wasn't she wonderful?" Rachel leaned over and kissed her sister on the mouth......for a full thirty seconds....She didn't care who was watching either..........
Forty minutes later, all of them feeling the effects of the wine, the meal, and the pot they had shared in the men's room stall........
"Denis, I feel so happy..........I want you..When I sucked your cock and you came on my tongue and my teeth and your thick semen was sliding down my throat before I even tried to swallow, remember? I would carry the taste of you in my mouth for hours, Denis . That just made me eager to be with you again!...............I wish we, you and Rachel and me, could just get our clothes off, get in bed, and fuck each other all night..........I want that......when you fucked me from behind. Denis.........your fat, lovely dick up my ass, ... and Rachel, when you went down on me too, oh my god..........."
Rachel picked up her glass and clinked it with the others without saying a word..............
Denis: "Let me think about that for a moment, Silkie, please.....with this stupid illness ..I am going to have to get better at holding these thoughts and memories....you are always in a rush............you and Rachel.............ah..........so lovely.........your faces so shiny with your juices and mine.............the afternoon light in that room in that farmhouse........what were those sheets made of anyway?.........you and Rachel asking..so sweetly...to pleasure me the way...the way you do....you wanted to wear my sperm on your faces...you said you wanted to be decorated..like something glazed, looking so delicious in the glass case of the boulangerie,yes?. and we took all those pictures?..You and her and then me with spunk all over us........... with my spunk on your breasts and cheeks, not quite covering you both, no, I am not superman (laughing) but the afternoon slanted light through that dirty window brought out all the catch-lights, your eyes, both your eyes gleaming...........yes, for once, I did this without putting stuff in your eyes........... the catch-lights..........and your little murmurs............oh my god.........on my death bed, I will have an erection from that vision in my mind..........".
Silkie:
" ...........but we are going to something......let's try something.......... but now this is what I want to do...We can't fuck, but we can do something..........I'm not sure........
Denis: "Please, tell a story please Silkie, please, a filthy story......... now I am past fifty, your stories, when you tell them like you do, Silkie, my dear, my cock gets hard like a boy.....I like it when you tell me about other boys and men and women you have been with..............you remember everything, no other woman I have known can do that...well, sometimes I masturbate myself to them as you tell them, and I know you like to see this happen for me, when I begin to get aroused, or when I open my pants................you have told me so many times how much you like that...........I would think you would get bored with it, but.............well I like to see you this way just as much, Silkie, and Rachel too...............ummmm...........Silkie with the red hair on her pussy and yours so chestnut brown........."
Silkie "I like to tell you stories to turn you on, but tonight you are so turned on already....."
"Please, please, Silkie... to die from this disease is a terrible thing.......when I an dying, when the shit runs from my bowels like water, I will run your stories, your filthy stories , across my mind.......that is how I plan to die....fuck Jesus........thinking about your kisses, your cunt, and all these stories you have shared with me............that is how I plan to die, Silkie........"
" Okay, lover, I hear that............ I .....Let me think..............oh shit, I really want to kiss you now...........I'm going to tell you a story about some sex thing I did, because, lover, I know what makes your dick get all hard, and for some reason me telling you about other men and boys and women I've been with seems to do it for you, lover....and Rachel, I know you want it too....."
" I remember the first time I was with you both...........it was so lovely, so lovely..........you and Rachel masturbated yourselves for me to see......it was like I was a boy again to see something like that, the two of you, rubbing yourselves, kissing...we were all grown-ups acting like c***dren that day.................I felt as I was fifteen to be with you then............and then you said, you were so American:
"Denis, take it out, take it out, or we will come and get it.....'jack off Denis, is what you said' and of course I masturbated myself while watching Rachel and you..........and that was our first time, for the three of us, the first time.................you captured my heart that day, I have told you before.........................but I don't mind to tell you again....."
Silkie: "I'm going to have the waiter, who I know, of course.............."
" Oh you are raising your eyebrow, Denis........do you think I meant to ........hint that I......that I...... fuck the waiter or something?...................please, Denis, please.........(laughing).............okay.....................once....................well, really............well he likes me, let us just say that....."
"..............anyway, he is going to move us to a table, that is..............perhaps................not so public, yes?"
"I am going to tell you a story about sucking two dicks at the same time.............while I tell you this, and it takes a while, I'm going to slide my hand in my panties, and masturbate myself............I'm going to tell you what I'm doing with myself, while I tell you about Chris and I and these three guys we did, when I was nineteen or twenty..............I want to make your dick hard..............I'm going to put my foot over there.. I want you to butter my toes, all my toes............yeah............put your dick in between my big toe and my first toe...............hold my foot and jack off , fuck, in-between my toes, lover...................that is what I want tonight..................I want your hot sperms..........that is the way my Czech friend says it..................Haht Spearmz............. all over my toes..............I want you to pour some wine on my feet.............then I want you to kiss all the fucking wine and fucking butter and fucking cum off my toes......you will probably be under the table by then, but I assure you, Julian, the waiter, does not care...........only that he wishes he were you........"
"Do you remember the film "Last Tango in Paris" ? Of course you do...I want you to butter my ass, Rachel, please, you and Denis, butter my ass.....Denis, I love the vibrator up there,talk all sexy to me, Rachel...............ummmmm..............you know what I like..........I sometimes can't move around so much if the dick is in my cunt......why are American women so shy to say that word.?.........I don't know?............cunt,cunt,cunt......Rachel, you have be doing me since we were six.........your face in my cunt, and all the things you do................you know I am almost forty, but it still excites me to say all those words to you........."
"I am going to slide these panties off..............take that plate of butter of the table.............I'm going to sit on it..............just sit on it....for a little while........"
She had taken off her shoe and was reaching her foot into his lap from the other side of the table...... know my stories make you hard.........I love that."
"We can still play with words and vibrators and stuff....fuck HIV........fuck AIDS..........I'm going to tell you this story while we are dressed up so nice.........I want you to unzip, take your cock out under the fucking table, listen to my story, jack off, and shoot all over my toes and feet.......... yes, right here Denis, while I look in your eyes and tell you this story.................."
He had already unzipped....she was surprised and delighted when her bare toes found his erection underneath the huge linen tablecloth.
"Here is a story ....Rachel.........I told you a lot...........but I don't know if I told you this story.........
Rachel: " No, we weren't talking too much when you were with Chris...........but I want to hear...........Denis, I'm going to get my toes over there too.............."
Denis: " Rachel, do you know what I am doing right now? Have a bit more wine, my dear.......I have my penis between your sister's lovely toes, with the warm soft butter............she is........... so sexy, rubbing her toes around.....ah.... the fat head of my cock....Sylvia, you are the goddess of toe fucking.."
Silkie: " Oh fuck yes, lover, keep doing that.........."
Denis was sipping wine and looking at Rachel:
"I am holding her foot and fucking her there............does that excite you, for me to tell you that?.....Rachel, look at me, please...............does it excite you for me to tell you that I am fucking your sister's foot, her toes, in the middle of this club............Silkie.........somebody might see us............does that bother you............?"
" It would seriously bother me if you stopped right now."
Rachel: " Please Denis............please............"
Denis: " Are you masturbating, Rachel? Are you?"
"Silkie is rubbing her fingers along either side of my clit now.......Denis.....you can't know this because you are not a woman, but she is the filthiest girl......"
Rachel closed her eyes.
"Rachel, you are stroking her, yes?"

"She is fingering me, Denis, she is hitting that spot inside. Rachel is the first person who ever fingered my pussy... I think I was seven years old. Rachel has the key to my cunt like nobody else............."
Denis was laughing:
"I was wondering why your voice was changing, Sylvia.............. okay, this is good.............take this butter.................fill your hand with it...............................put it in her ass, Rachel.... move your hand around........in her sweet ass............ s'il vous plais......................."
"Here is my story, Denis. Please, don't stop..with your cock there............don't.........."
" So Chris was there, she had one of the guys in her ass, of course, and the other guy........well,......knowing Chris, you could guess..........she was fucking both of them, Denis, and I was watching, still with all my clothes on, I was eighteen, I thought I had seen a lot, but this was........wow.............. and the third guy, who was sort of with me, I guess, wanted her to blow him while she was doing all the rest of that stuff.....That was too much even for slut-queen Chris (laughing), so she wouldn't do him. at least not in that moment. He waved his boner in my face, and wow, that whole scene with those two guys doing Chris, ass and pussy, pussy and ass, and Chris just goin' nuts being fucked like that,, and suddenly ,there was a fat uncut hard cock in my face. I couldn't take my eyes away. I could see all the veins on the thing standing out. but I couldn't quite see the guy it was attached to. He was there, but he just didn't register. I was so wet, my jeans were getting soaked in the crotch. Chris was groaning in a low voice I had never heard come out of her before, though we had had plenty of sex with each other, and on our backs getting fucked next to each other. That was fucking overwhelming, Denis. There is pornography now, in 1991 where you can see a woman taking two cocks into her body. But in 1965? No , never I had never seen anything like that, I had barely even thought about it, and now, here it was. The smell of her ass and pussy, and the stink of their cheesy cocks? I'm sure my pussy was getting aromatic, too! I never learned about that in health class in seventh grade! Chris' face was red, her mouth was wide open and she had tears running down her face...Denis, I had seen girls fuck before, and cum really hard, but I never saw anything like this. I was two feet away from her. When I get turned on, my puss gets wet and I start to get ready, but seeing this kind of a fuck right in front of my not so virgin eyes made me feel as if something had been injected into my veins. Rachel? Denis? Has that ever happened to you? What did we do, you might ask? Chris and I wrapped our hands around their three cocks. We jacked them all off together. The guys were loving our touch and the feeling from the other stiff, cummy, slippery cocks. They weren't quite sure that they should be liking the feel of another man's cock so much, but it was too late by then. We jacked them off and squeezed those cocks against each other until each guy came a geyser. If I had a dick, I would have come like that too. I think Chris and I were a little too slutty for them, because soon after, they put their clothes on and left. Chris and I have been laughing about that every time we get together!
Silkie stopped her story to kiss Rachel..........She had never had this experience before, getting kissed, fingered, and her toes fucked at the same time, in the middle of a nightclub.............she wanted more, of course she wanted more, she wanted Denis to bend her over the table, fuck her right up her butter-filled ass, while she was screaming, in front of everyone.........but this, still this was nice............."
She started again............
" Well I was pretty young, I thought I had seen a lot, but this was just too much for my virgin eyes.........(laughing) It wasn't long before I was sucking this guy, whatever his name was, you know right next to Chris, so she could could see, I thought that might be hot for her(laughing) as if things weren't hot enough ....."
Rachel: "This is a hot story, Syl..........keep rubbing me there......Denis, please, my toes too, please.......I wish I was kneeling right now behind your ass and puss Syl....keep telling us the story..............."
Silkie: "Okay here goes.......
Rachel: "Silkie, this is where I want to start working that vibrator in your ass,................
SIlkie: " Please baby, let me finish, then what do you think is gonna happen..........? ummmmmmmmmmm. I think Denis is going to come all over my toes, is what I think......Denis.I'm going to tell you what to do......listen..........Fuck my toes, lover...............fuck Rachels, too.......it is so sexy to feel your dick there.....when you come, , pour that wine on them , get under the table, pour the wine on my toes, lick them off, my toes and hers with the cum and the wine and the butter ... maybe later I'll figure out how I'll get fucked and pissed on ...........and fucked some more............"
"Back to the story.....................
....so............I was blowing this guy ..................and in a way, it was no big deal....................just sex........ I barely knew his name.............but I was like that then................I was paying more attention to Chris and the crazy stuff she was doing than him......... it's so strange to get so intimate with another that you are sucking their dick......but you are not so interested in them.............Denis has that happened for you?"
"So many times, Silkie.It makes me sad to think about it, really.....but when I get a picture in my mind of you , as a girl, with that fat penis in your mouth......"
"What does that do for you, Denis? You've seen me suck a man's cock before..............Hortense and I did Paul, do you remember, right in front of you.........."
" Yes, Cherie, what did I do?"
"You sucked him too, Denis..........you got really excited.......does it excite you now to fuck my toes like that..."
"Yes. of course, I have the picture of his uncircumsized penis in your........."
Rachel:
"Denis please............with your cock.......... Silkie, I have seen you with a penis in your mouth, of course, but I am like Denis, I get excited when I see it or when I think about you doing it..........Denis, so many women do that, all women I think, but when Silkie does it, not only does the man attached to the penis get excited, I get excited, you get excited...............the people in the next town, just going about their business get excited............oooooh Denis, you have such an erection ......let me just curl my toes around the head of it now........."
Silkie resumed her story:
"Ooooohh that butter is all melty in my ass..............."
Rachel: "You better not fart, sis, that's all I've got to say......"
Silkie: "Well if you make me laugh like this , I might..........."
All three of them were drunk, vulgar and loud now
Silkie: " Okay, okay.....here is the fucking story:
"The guy who was in Chris' ass , he came, finally, and I'm sure she was glad, 'because he was not gentle, and then he brought his cock all covered with semen and whatever juices were on it from Chris, it was just in her ass, and he puts it in my face where I've already got one cock goin'....
Rachel: " Ooh Sylvia, no, don't tell us that........you........"
"Well this is something I never thought I would do, but I saw Chris being so slutty..........."
Rachel:( laughing) "No, baby, I am slutty............you are fuckin' crazy......'
Silkie: " I tell you what...I am loving getting my toes fucked, right here in Klub Krocodil, how about you, Ray?...........Denis, you are the best toe fucker..............."
Another bottle of wine had appeared on the table.
" It is driving me crazy that I can't kiss you, Denis."
Denis:
"Silkie Greene, you are the best kisser I have ever met or probably ever will meet. The softest mouth and lips. You would always touch, stroke my face and chest right before we kissed.Why that was so erotic, I will never know, but how did you know ? You pushed your little body against and into mine. Your breasts were 36 D, I think you told me once, huge on a short, small framed woman.......
...Denis began speaking to Rachel.............." When she pushed into my chest, I felt her breasts, her breathing, her hips, her belly, she put her whole physical being into the embrace. When she spoke between kisses, her words were about what the kiss meant to her. She was able to focus so intently on small erotic acts, casual kisses, that had been throw-aways for every other woman that I have known. She liked to hold those kisses for a long time, longer than anybody I've kissed before or since........."
Denis' tender words stopped all the lusty play for a moment. Silkie stopped talking... her eyes filled with tears.........and Rachels' too...
One of the reasons she loved him was that he could take the most salacious moments, and like that, turn them into tender ones that she could not ignore or put out of her mind, no matter what was was going on............and turn it back the other way just as fast.........it truly drove her crazy..........
Denis: "So you are going to tell me a story about sucking a dick after it came from your friend's ass? Ah........Sylvia.......that is really filthy......even I have never done that...........you are not making this up to excite me?.............
" No, no it all happened....I'll stop.....I'll stop if it is too explicit , Denis... Denis, I love you, I would do that with you, I would do that for you right now, HIV or not, I completely would, if you asked..... Why did you stop my toes?"
Denis..........."look under the table, Silkie, just a peek........."
Denis was holding Rachel's right foor by the ankle, with his other hand underneath for support. He was fucking Rachel's buttered toes the way he had been doing mine. Rachel was masturbating,her head back, her eyes closed, her red curls bouncing to her own rhythm, having herself a nice little series of cums. .......
Silkie: "Shit..........shit.....shit shit shit......how I am I going to go on without kissing you again..............
.........here is the story again............yes, Rachel, I did, I did go there........ I wanted to show her something, so I motioned to the second guy to bring that cock over to my mouth, that cock with her ASS all over it, and whatever else, his semen, lube.....he was still pretty hard too and I wanted to suck that cock,, the feeling of sluttiness for me then was just too much, and I was going to try to get two cocks in my mouth at the same time, if I could, and the guy fucking Chris was watching, and she was too.........The guy who had just been fucking Chris stuck his dick, no , to be honest, I pulled his cock into my mouth, I gushed all that cum and ass juice around in my mouth, but I didn't swallow it, instead, I picked up the other guys dick and spit and slopped all that stuff all over it. He didn't know quite what to do. His dick was covered from balls to tip with this cummy mess from my mouth. He started to jack off. It must have felt good to be so cummy and slippery. I picked up his boner and made a show out of sucking it all slurpy I sucked his cock back in my mouth and, of course, everything was dripping all over my face. Seeing this, the boy that had been all up in Chris' ass began to get hard again/ I was loving this Denis. I had these two boys under my thumb, as that old song goes. I can't speak for any other woman, but this is when sex starts to get interesting!
Rachel: "Denis, this crazy woman has her finger up me.......'
" Denis, is this filthy enough for you?"
" Silkie, you tasted the shit on his cock, yes?"
" Well I don't remember the taste......I tried to get them both in there but my mouth is not that big, so I was just sucking and doing something with my mouth on both of them and them I would put one all the way in and then the other one and Chris reached over and started to rub my pussy through my jeans, I stopped long enough to get my clothes off, and then I went back to what I was doing with the two dicks.The guy that was fucking her started coming and she was really making a lot of noise, she was coming to for about the tenth time, and he pulled out and turned so that he shot all over her face and that was so hot to see...................." Chris and I took a moment or two to have a smke and some more beer
Denis: "Silkie, love, take a breath please.........(laughing) my heart, my poor fucking heart...."
Rachel:" I'm going to put a condom on him Silkie and suck him off right here, sis............"
"No, no, please, I want to feel it land on my toes.........I might get off from that, Ray, I haven't come yet......."
"Denis, please excuse us for a moment..........I think we need to visit the ladie's room...........I have to give Rachel some special attention...
"Oh that's right....tonight I am the filthy story teller.........."
The wine was really getting to her now....
"..............I am the filthy story teller, who wants to fuck you, Denis, on this table, right here, right now, but now I am going to taste my sister's puss....do you think it strange that I am still intimate with my own blood sister? Sick? Twisted, yes? It used to bother me, yes, I don't share that with everyone, but we...........uh....we have been pleasuring each other since we were c***dren.......we lost our virginity at the same time...........to the same boy..........I came home one day........I think Rachel you were about thirteen, yes? I surprised you, I'm sorry for that, but I surprised you with him, he was about thirteen too..........there you were were all naked and sexy with him, sucking him........I still get excited thinking about seeing your body, not quite developed, naked and sexy like that.........Rachel, I love you so much.............that picture has never, ever left me........."
Silkie laid her head sideways on the tablecloth.......rolled her eyes toward Denis:
"Denis, she sat across my face.............I ate her pussy while her thirteen year old boyfriend...........it was Randy, wasn't it? Little Randy..I'll say he was............ took my virgnity with his three inch dick.........but for me, it was just the right size...............
" Okay, back to the story before I get too drunk to tell it:
" I had this idea both these guys had their boners right against my mouth and on my face and everywhere else............They were l rubbing their cocks together, anyway, trying to get in my mouth, and everything was so slippy slideywith spit and semen and whatever came out of Chris' ass, I don't want to know. I had their cocks in my hands, so..................... so I just kind of had this thought about what would be funny, and so ( laughing), I just started , real sexy, rubbing those dicks together a little bit, not too much, but I thought ................ you know, those dicks probably feel pretty good wrapped around each other, just as good to the guys as if I were sucking them both in my mouth, so I kept being real sexy with my mouth and saying all the dirty words I could think of, and just rubbing their cocks together more and more,, and the guys were all saying this stuff to me: "Suck it you fuckin' whore" all that stuff. I hate it when men talk that way, until a certain point, and then the filthier and the cruder it comes out, the hotter it is for me...is that crazy? I don't know, Rachel, I don't think it works like that for you?
Rachel (laughing) " No dear, I like crude and filthy from the start......especially if it is coming from a woman! "
All three of them were laughing now...............It was a particualy charged moment that each of them would hold on to for the rest of their lives..................
Silkie said............"But let me finish the story...........After a while they were actually getting off on me rubbing their dicks together, I could tell, because weren't really in my mouth, well just a little, but not the parts I was rubbing against each other. I kept doing the ends , you know, around their pee slits and stuff, they just didn't want to let each other know that the other guy knew.. I was completly loving that....of course, I went too far, and then, oh shit, both of them got really mad and confused and embarassed, but it was too late for the first guy, he came all over my mouth and face and his friend's cock........ and then the second guy got so excited from seeing his pal shoot, and being part of it, he came a fucking geyser, that covered me, his friend and even landed on Chris.........I was so slutty and it was so much fun..........I scooped up the cum on me and sucked it off my fingers, licked it off them, and off Chris too...."
Rachel grabbed Silkie's foot:
"Silkie, now!"
He quickly got his erupting cock between Silkie's buttered toes and kept coming........Denis was of an age where he flowed more than shot......he covered her foot and then Rachel's too!

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After 4 years in Paris it’s was time for Emma to go home to Sydney, she had come to Paris for only 1 year but stay longer than expected. She had attended school in Paris on an exchange program however while she was away her parents had broken up as expected. She was not devastated by the news as it was only a matter of time and while both were beginning new adventures, Emma decided that she would finish her final year of school in Paris. Emma was living with a wealthy couple, Vivian and Marcel...

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A sexy weekend in Paris

Ian glanced across at Susie. He looked at her in profile, her beautiful young face partially hidden by her mass of shoulder length, auburn coloured hair. Aware of his look, Susie turned her head slowly towards him. Her small, white, even teeth glistened as she flashed him a delicious smile, a smile that made his heart thump and his cock jerk. For a moment, he was distracted by the French countryside flashing by behind her head as the Eurostar train they were on rushed towards Paris. Looking at...

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Three Months in Paris Part Two

"Let's make you even happier, Wendy. On the way to dinner we will stop by the Salon de Coiffure - Renee Garnier and we shall BOTH make appointments for tomorrow. I am one of Silvia's best customers and she will surely work us into her schedule. Would you like that, mon cherie? "Oh yes, Claudette. I would like nothing more. Having you to introduce me to the Salon will be a great relief for me." "I thought it might. We wouldn't want pretty Wendy to be nervous in her first appointment...

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A Rainy Night in ParisChapter 8

Standing on the Petit Pont, Samantha Bowers thought she was the luckiest woman alive. As the daughter of an oppressive father, she had held out little hope of escaping his house except as the bride of a similarly narrow-minded husband. That she had managed to escape to New York had been a minor miracle to her mind and one she was constantly happy about. Then finding a job that would give her the opportunity to travel to Paris and other exotic locations was simply incomprehensible to her. She...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 10 The Bride

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The Devils Pact Ghost of ParisEpilogue The PinkHaired Girl

Wednesday, November 14th, 2013 – Paris, Texas The last two-and-a-half months had been the greatest of my life. For the measly price of my soul, the Devil gave me the power to be invisible and molest any woman I want, and for the even smaller price of letting Astarte posses Darlene Cummins for the night, I got unlimited sexual stamina. Sure, it took me a week to get used to the fact I had an almost perpetual case of blue balls, but I had a lot of fun with it. I haunted the High School,...

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