Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 03

"You were right, Carrie, this guy is great! I haven't cum this good since I don't know when. I can't even do this with my Magic Wand."

"Yeah, that was some great sex. You know, in college, whenever we went down on each other, you never came. You always rubbed one off after I came...and I never saw you squirt. That was the first time I ever made you cum and I really, really loved making it happen...doing it to and for you."

"What was it that you did that was different?" I asked.

"I don't know. I tried to imitate what you do to me when you go down on me. I got so into it that all I wanted to do was to make her squirt again. I wanted to give that to my unhappily sexlessly deprived friend here. I was determined to give you what your husband won't, my dear friend, and that was a very drippy cunt." She smiled at Candace.

"Whatever you did, it felt wonderful. I really needed that. And I'll tell you something, Carrie, I enjoy going down on you a lot. I always have. Sometimes, I masturbate thinking about those days and how I could always make you cum."

"You know, it amazes me that all those years with my ex and he couldn't make me cum but you two! You two make me so crazy. I've never felt as sexy as I do right now."

We lay for a while longer until Candace got up off the bed. "Well, I suppose I should be heading back home now. Perry will be getting curious and I don't want to delay his sleep. I'd really like to come back tomorrow, if that's okay with you two. I know you're leaving in a couple of days, Carrie, and I want to feel this way again. I want some more of that cock. It's your own fault, you know. You made me have some."

"I might let you have a little taste again, Candi, but only a little one. I'm sorry but I think I'm selfish and I want him all to myself. These last few days have done wonders for me, I want them to just go on and on and on. And what about you, my handyman? What do you say?"

"I say that as long as I have a face, you have a place to sit. My cock is yours for your entertainment and amusement. I love to fuck, you know that. But I have to say that it is special with you. I love to fuck you."

"Then it's a deal, love-to-fuckbirds. I'll see you two tomorrow. Try to come back from St. Pete earlier tomorrow, will you, Mr. Cock?"

"I think that maybe I won't go to see my mother tomorrow at all. She won't know if I was there or not. I think tomorrow is a day off. This way we can play all day."

"Ooh, Ray, you know how to say the nicest things." Candace kissed us goodbye and headed out. Caren just rolled over and spread herself out. "I just love this feeling...the totally fucked-out feeling. Like, I've really never experienced this feeling of total inner wellness...this contentment and this satisfaction. It's great."

"Yes, I agree. It really does feel great. I'm just so amazed. I mean, ostensibly, I came down here to see my mother. I expected to be bummed all the time. I figured I would spend my days just smoothing out my frayed New York ends. Instead, I met this hot little sexy babe on the beach in front of my house and we end up fucking ourselves and her old college friend, like you said, blind. But, as long as we're talking about your intense friend Candace, I couldn't stay hard inside her. At first, I thought that she was too big..."

"Uh-huh. Her vagina is very large. She's a big girl."

"...But then I realized that it wasn't that at all. It was that I didn't want to be inside her, I wanted to be inside you."

"That's interesting to hear you say. And sweet, too. You know, even though I had fun and I satisfied some of my fantasies with her, when I wasn't connected to you, I felt a little bereft. Do you get what I mean? It was like my body was missing you. We only know each other a few days... Whew!" She seemed overwhelmed at the thought. "That's so heavy... I'd better myself slow down."

I smiled at her. I understood what she was saying and all its implications. I didn't want to go there so I responded flippantly, "Who's got it better than me?"

"Me. I do." She didn't miss a beat. "I'm having great sex. It's such a different thing for me. At least, you have a sex life in New York. I came down here only after my friends begged me to take time off and use their house. My sex life has consisted of my fingers and my vibrator. I've never had any sort of enjoyable sex life until I met you, my next door neighbor. You know what I've learned? I've learned that fucking is fun...and I love it. I really like having sex with you. Right now, my pussy is so happy..."

"That's so great to hear you say."

"...and you showed me the way and I am eternally grateful. But what am I going to do when I return home? It will be back to my vibrator, I guess. At least, I'll be able to close my eyes and pretend it's you..."

"I'm thinking that I might have to take some frequent trips to the Windy City and I might have to fly you to me. It will be expensive but worth every drop of cum. Anyway, that's my thinking."

"I like that idea a lot. You know just how to say the right things, mister. So we have tomorrow and half of the next day to make me walk like I just got off a horse, can we do it?"

I rolled between her legs and began my devotion and worship of the yoni. I was hoping that I could spend some time at the alter, but it was not to be. Within moments of my supplication, she began to convulse and coat my face. I looked up at her and her breasts and her face were flushed.

"I don't know how that happened. You touched me and I came. And I came good, too. WTF?"

"I'm thinking that each moment we spend together, our connection gets deeper. Hmmm. I don't want to say more but I'm a little confused about this, too. I mean, I only started to..."

She crawled down to me and wrapped her arms around me. She whispered into my ear. "I get it. I feel the same. I agree, let's not over-analyze. Let's just enjoy the now, shall we?"

"A very good idea...a very good idea." We kissed. They were deep, soulful kisses. Our mouths caressed, our tongues meshed. These were good kisses, the kind that leave an impression. While we kissed, our bodies conformed to each other and it was as though we were as one, yet unique and distinct. Kissing don't come better than this. I closed my eyes and soon we fell asleep to the sound of each others breathing. It was a very deep and comforting feeling, sleeping in the bosom of that person who fits right into you in just the right way at just the right time in your life. Who's got it better than me?

We were soundly asleep when Caren's cellphone began to ring. We did not even notice it until after the ringing stopped. Caren leaned over to the night table and looked at it.

"It was Candace. I'll call her back."

She sat up by the pillows as I lay there prone and motionless, listening to her conversation. "Hi, you big tall drink of water...yes, we were in bed...yes, we were making love...yes, I admit it, I'm a wild cunt and I'm very happy about it...so what's up?" She peeked under the covers at my limpness. She grinned.

She listened intently and made little sounds as a way of responding to Candace without slowing her down. "Mmm...really...no...you're kidding me. Yes, that sounds hot. I'm sure Ray is up for it. Great, I'll see you tomorrow...about one...right...great." She hung up and set the phone down. She slowly slipped back around me and whispered in my ear. "Candace is bringing us a surprise tomorrow. We'll need some more supplies, we'll get them in the morning. We'll need enough for four..." She let the last comment fall. I didn't move a muscle but my mind began to whirl with thought of what might happen tomorrow afternoon. She seemed deep in thought, "You know, I don't want to spend a lot of time with her and her surprise...." I wriggled closer to Caren and rubbed my face in her soft breasts, my limp cock slid along her thigh.

"Tomorrow is tomorrow. Right now, I'm cuddling with my favorite legal secretary so don't bother me with this Candace shit. Tomorrow is tomorrow."

She hugged me closer and kissed my head. "You say just the right things, mister." We fell back asleep and slept soundly through the night although I do remember my penis being sucked and caressed sometime in the wee hours...

So what do you think? Who's got it better than Ray? Stay tuned for Part Four.