Arrive in NO
As expected, the first thing Lisa and Kathy desired to do was head over to Steve's place. Kathy does not run to the fuck bed much anymore. She thinks she's too fat, old and ugly. But she will jump to it with old bulls like Steve, especially if her daughter is in the same fuck session. Of course, I got stuck opening the house. We have a Ford Mustang in the garage, and after some freshening up the girls headed over the bridge. Our 5 bedroom is off I-12 north of Sidell so we are about 20 minutes from Bourbon Street where Steve lives above a bar. Junior, Bob, and I unpacked and warmed up the house, and opened the back yard. We were just about to catch up with the girls when my old friend and ex-neighbor Pete came knocking. He and Patty got a place right here. "I heard from the Wittol Forums (What he calls this website) you and Kath were coming to town. Want a blow job?" His greeting words as I answered the door.
Junior cracked up and I added, "The girls are over at Steve's. Wanna tag along?" Bobby called out from the den that he would take that BJ!
"Lisa too?" Pete did not expect her to be with us until he heard Bobby's voice. Pete was Lisa's first love - although he is like 100 years older than Lisa - for many years they were an item. Patty is a ****** and Lisa often kept him company when Pat did not require Pete's involvement. I think there are some posts here about them; don't swear to it though.
Steve is a hardcore, jaded sex addict. He lives in a 10 room flat. Got a room that doubles as a dungeon - green walls with shackles mounted in them, torture racks, wild music system, those full body benches SM adherents adore - the works. Another room (gosh, I ought to post a photo of this room) that is like some kind of Shiek's harem room. Silk over all the walls, floor and hanging from a monstrous urn chandelier that burns incense and pot and lighting that had to cost him a year's salary ... his salary comes in the apartment door in the form of hookers who work their asses off for him. A couple of fags too. All the girls were once soccer moms till their hubbies encouraged them to fuck in Steve's dominion.
When we got there they were naked and at it. Steve had my daughter, Bob's wife, Junior's sister and Pete's kiddie heart throb, Lisa on her back with her legs held back by her mom, my wife, Bob's mom-in-law...etc.. yanking Lisa's legs so far back that Junior commented, "Looks like Steve is fucking just a prego belly." That broke the first shock and prompted everyone to undress. Like magic two cunts dressed like harem girls greeted us and took to gathering up our clothes and organizing them by who's was who's. Junior seemed impressed - me too. Bobby copped feels. Pete asked if the cunts were suppose to be out peddling their asses? "Not today. Special guests." We were offered cocaine, shrimp, veggies, gumbo and dip and these large pillows to get real comfy in. Of course, our attention was riveted on the action and our hands were on our boners.
Steve acknowledged us with a friendly smile and greeting then he turned back into the prick he actually is. He timed everything perfectly. He pushed his cock into Lisa steadily and to bring about a stream of cums from her. Kathy filled us all in of how Steve had his harem girls strip them down at the door while saying "hello" with lots of feels and kisses. He and the harem hookers lead them right to the big round bed they were on. No cocaine or the other appetizers, straight to fucking for them. Kathy described how he had the two harem hookers fluffing him while he made Lisa and Kath 69 for a spell. He asked about the belly and Kathy passionately bragged about how it was another black baby. "Fuck it, Steve, maybe it'll rub off on your Cajun prick and turn you black!" Amid laughter and lust, he got right into our daughter.
Just as us men got our stride, Steve rose up on the bed (a low thing not as high as your average bed.) He stood like a Cajun god waving his boner at us guys; clean shaven, tanned and a thing of lustful beauty. "Time to worship," Steve declared. He stepped off the bed and came before us as we slide fell to his wonderful prick as if our legs became disabled. The cock was mean, soaking wet with dripping fluids and throbbing like a teenager. He ordered me to stroke my son, and Junior to stroke Pete and Pete to whack 'Roberta.' I was ordered to also stroke 'Roberta' while he was summoned to lick Steve's balls. Everyone else in the room, all of us guys, my wife and daughter and the harem hookers were all jealous as hell. All those fluids dripping off his cock, over his balls and into Bob's mouth. Oh, damn, it makes me cum again right now!
Steve spent the next couple of hours pressing each of us into some looney sex act then another. Between cums the two harem hookers fed us and urged us back into lust feast. Kathy's habit of verbally bringing to life what we might be missing when involved in our own tasks of service, got picked up by the harem hookers. They first thought it a cool gag. But in no time they saw the wisdom of it. "Master Steve has his cock in Mr. Jimbo's ass and Mr. Pete is licking all the slop running over his thighs, look at that!" Miss Katrina just came all over her own son-in-law! Check it out!" "Terry (one of the harem hookers) got Mr. Junior and Mr. Pete and 'Roberts' in her holes. Does that get you off?" Eventually the harem maids gathered up our girls, tied them up in the other room and whipped the piss out of them.
Man, I love New Orleans.