Follow You Down (Farfalla Book 1)

by Ted Persinger

  Still, I was changing very quickly. I was here after all, wasn’t I? I guess I was quickly losing my prudish feelings, but I probably wasn’t ready to move as quickly as we were moving. Nor was I ready to throw off the shackles of my religious and cultural mores. When he talked to me about coming here, I resisted at first. I told him I wasn’t sure I was ready, and it was only the disappointment in his eyes that made me acquiesce. The control I had enjoyed so much the week before was gone, and I felt awkward and slightly hurt. David had assured me, though, that we would only do things at my speed. If we didn’t do anything on this trip, that would be fine. We could simply watch and have a few drinks. He said, “You call the shots, Rachel. If you want nothing to happen, nothing will happen. When you say go, we will.” Still, I felt like I would’ve rather been finding a way to flash my tits to unsuspecting strangers.

  “So what do you think so far?” David asked me.

  “Well, I’m still trying to understand why they call it the Trojan.”

  “When they first built this place, it had an ancient-Troy feel to it. Columns. Shields. Swords. Stuff hanging everywhere. Some people complained that all the decoration was too much, so Miguel had them taken down. Still some people like to play dress-up, and historical names help that. A few people like to wear sheets and coronets. When this gets closed down they’ll rename it something else, and everybody will have to find another way to dress up.”

  “Closed down?”

  “Sex clubs are still technically against the law. Ultimately, somebody tells the police and an investigation is launched. Rather than face lawsuits and possible arrests, they’ll simply close this down, find a new fake ownership group, call it something else, and reopen it somewhere else.”

  “So who does own it? Not Miguel?”

  “No, not Miguel. I heard it was owned by one of the Saudi royal family…somebody told me once that there’s a prince who frequents here, and that he was bragging that he was the true owner. Dunno. Could’ve just been a drunk Iranian for all anybody knew.”

  We finished our drinks and then ordered fresh ones. We took these new drinks and moved out of this room. The bar area was surrounded by a stone-finished wall, with hanging beads showing the entryway to another area. Very 70s.

  The light behind the hanging beads was dark red.

  Hell was waiting for me after all.

  We passed through the beads. On the other side there was a large area with pillows and silk throws. It almost seemed Moroccan. On these pillows were couples and more. People in various phases of nudity. Some were smiling and laughing. Some were kissing. Nobody, though, was having sex. David and I pulled up on pillows, in a corner away from others.

  “David, I thought people would be having sex here.” I counted, and there were thirteen people in this room. The room was large enough that we couldn’t hear what anybody was saying. The music was not blaring but still muffled the distinct sound of a person’s voice.

  “Well, this is where people get to know each other a little better. If they want to have sex they’re asked to go to the private rooms. These pillows wouldn’t last long if they were covered in come.” He said that a bit too nonchalantly.

  Near us, there was a very slender, dark-skinned black man, an Asian woman, and a red-haired white man. The red-haired man was very large—tall and muscular…not like a bodybuilder, but in a lean, athletic way. He was absolutely huge compared to the other men in the room. He had a beautiful smile. David saw me looking at him.

  “Do you recognize him?”

  “No, should I?”

  “That’s Mark Freeman, the wide receiver for the New York Giants.”

  “I don’t follow football.” This man was intensely physically attractive. Beyond just his size, he had a confidence and grace about him. His shirt was open, and I could see his large chest muscles moving.

  “He’s a great guy…do you want to meet him?”

  “Maybe later.”

  I watched the three of them talking. They seemed so comfortable here. They were sipping drinks, smiling…completely at ease, as if they were at a family barbeque. But they were all flirting. The woman, a very delicate, fair-skinned woman, was smiling through her narrow eyes. Her gaze flitted back and forth between the two men. The black man was quick to laugh, and he was sitting very close to her. As I watched, he leaned over and kissed the woman. She returned the kiss passionately. Mark put his very large hands on her breasts and began to massage them. The woman then turned to him and kissed him, pulling his face to hers.

  “Aren’t they a beautiful threesome?” David asked me. My eyes were riveted on them.

  “Doesn’t Mark have a wife? He’s so handsome…surely…”

  “That’s his wife he’s kissing.” I looked again, and the woman turned her head back to the black man. She pulled on his lips, sucking each one into her mouth. Her hand drifted down to his crotch.

  “He’s sharing his wife with another man?” I asked, stunned.

  “Yeah…they’re in the life.”

  After kissing for a bit, they got up and began to move to the next room on the other side of the beads. They spotted David and me.

  “Hi, David,” the Asian woman said. Mark smiled at us.

  “Hi, Keiko…hi, Mark…how are you guys tonight?”

  “We’re good,” she replied with a wry smile on her lips. “This is Abeeku…he’s new to the Trojan.” Abeeku smiled at us.

  “This is Rachel, my girlfriend.” It felt good when he said that. “This is her first time here also.”

  Keiko smiled at me, but she obviously had other things on her mind. Without another word, they moved through the beads and into the next room. The light glowed blood red as they moved through the beaded curtain.

  “What’s on the other side?” I asked.

  “They’re moving to the private rooms.”

  “To have sex with each other?” I guess I shouldn’t have been shocked, as we were in a swing club…but still…it just seemed so far from what I knew of life and relationships.

  He looked at me, no doubt incredulously. “Well of course, Rachel.”

  “I mean, I know that’s why people are here. I just can’t imagine the man sharing his wife with another man.”

  “That’s the life, Rachel. That’s how it works.”

  “How do people have sex in threes, though? I guess I never stopped to think of the mechanics of it.”

  “Mechanics?”

  “Yeah, I mean…she only has one vagina…do they take turns?”

  “Do you want to watch?”

  “Oh God, no…that wouldn’t be right.”

  “Well, if they want privacy, they’ll close the door. Most people don’t, though. That’s part of the thrill. Didn’t you enjoy eyes moving on us in Central Park?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, they likely do too. If they wanted privacy, they’d go to their own homes. Instead, they’re here.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “Well, c’mon…let’s go take a look. We can leave if you want.”

  We got up and moved through the beaded curtain to the next room, which was really a collection of smaller rooms in a broad semi-circle. Each had a door, but only one door was closed. We walked by one room after another until we found them. The room had a king-sized bed. They had put down sheets and bedding. We stood by the door. I felt so dirty looking in, but my eyes were drawn by their moving bodies…by Mark’s masculine body. I couldn’t have looked away even if I had wanted to.

  On the bed, I saw Keiko lying open. Her husband was between her legs, and obviously doing a good job of it, based on her moans. She was busy, though, as she had Abeeku’s manhood in her hand. He was standing next to the bed, and between moans she was taking him into her mouth. He was pushing his hips to her, trying to get her to give him undivided attention. He had the longest penis I had ever seen, and she was doing her best to give it the attention it deserved. Her breath rasped, and I think she was near orgasm. Her husband was pu
shing his tongue deep inside her. Still, she pumped the large dark shaft, and sucked on it when her ragged breathing allowed. I could hear her husband talking to her, but with his mouth in her nether regions I couldn’t understand what he was saying. He then slid two fingers inside her.

  I saw David shifting from foot to foot. He was worked up already. His hand was on his crotch and his eyes were taking in everything that was happening. We could both smell the heavy scent of sex in the room.

  And then I heard her orgasm. She began to grunt deeply, and then a low mewling cry. She let go of the long shaft in her hand, and put both hands in her husband’s hair. She thrust her hips against his face. I saw her eyes roll back, and I knew exactly where she was. She was lost in the ecstasy…lost in the passion and pleasure…lost in the waves rolling through her body and mind.

  And then they changed positions. Her husband moved to her side and began to kiss her, while massaging her breasts. Abeeku mounted her. She obviously had a bit of difficulty with his size. She had to move her hips around to work him in. I could see her sex as he moved into her…she was open and spread as wide as she could be. He patiently worked himself in, and her eyes reacted to the pressure inside her. Once in, he began to move slowly. Her husband ministered to her breasts, but had his gaze was locked on the man between his wife’s legs. His eyes focused on their union. He was taking it in. I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered how he could watch someone pleasure himself inside his wife. I had so much to experience yet. I was immensely excited though, and I felt myself becoming sexually energized.

  And then he began to move more aggressively. His long, slow thrusts gained strength. His butt muscles clenched and relaxed. Though slender, he too was muscular, and his dark skin shone with sweat. The muscles of his arms and back rose, like a cat stretching. Because of his length, his thrusts required a lot of hip movement. Keiko was panting and sweating. Her hands grabbed the muscular arms of her lover, and her heels hooked his thighs. Her husband leaned back as his wife pulled her lover down onto her. He slipped a hand on her breast, but he was outside their sex. He didn’t seem to mind, and was still focused on their union.

  I was even more excited now. I had never watched other people have sex like this. Though I know David had, he was now grinding his crotch with the palm of his hand. I could feel my dampness increasing, and I know I was sweating sheets…not sexy, but I couldn’t stop. I almost felt like I was having sex with them. We were so close we could hear every damp, slapping sound. We could hear the fast breathing and smell the musky aroma of sex.

  They changed positions again. As they changed, Keiko made eye contact with me…just for a second. Her eyes had the lost look of someone in the throes of sex, but I sensed her sparkling at me. Maybe I read too much into it, but I got the sense that she enjoyed the fact that we were looking at her. She enjoyed performing for us.

  Mark lay down on his back. His wife took a sixty-nine position over him. His head and her crotch were pointed to the door, and I could see how distended she was. She looked so swollen and open. The other man entered her from behind. This position surprised me, as it put his large testicles into her husband’s face. Again, neither seemed to mind. As he began to move in her again, the red-haired man was licking at her crotch fervently. I later noticed that he would occasionally let his tongue glide over the shaft of the man inside his wife. This caused a fevered pitch in their lovemaking. Both she and her lover neared orgasm quickly. Though I had never seen a man pleasure another man before, I found this position very exciting, if strikingly odd to my very traditional eyes. I immediately looked to David, and wondered if he had done something similar to this. Based on his burning focus on them, I assumed he had. His palm was pressing hard against his crotch now.

  Soon they were moving very quickly. The strokes came quicker. The woman could no longer focus on her husband’s manhood, and instead tilted her head back and stared into infinite space. She began to grunt again, and then there was the whining cry. Her lover held her hips roughly and was slamming himself into her.

  Abeeku growled loudly, and then he threw his head back and shouted; large droplets of sweat flew out of his curly hair. Mark continued to lick feverishly, first on her clitoris and then on her lover’s dusky testicles. This seemed to prolong their orgasms. Her cries and his grunts filled the room. Hot sweat dripped everywhere.

  I had never seen anything like this, but I was immensely hot. I could feel my moisture soaking my thighs. I grabbed David’s hand and said, “Let’s find a room.” He nodded and pulled me along the semi-circle until we found a vacant room. There were folded sheets inside. We hastily threw them on the bed while ripping off our clothes.

  David slid onto the bed, and I was on him instantly. I took him into my mouth and attacked his body savagely. I was burning! I was forcing him very quickly into my mouth while using my other hand to squeeze his testicles. His erection was furious, and he was dripping a large amount of fluid. He rolled me over and made to move down on me, but I was too worked up.

  “I want you in me now, David” I commanded. He obliged. I was so wet that he slid right into me, despite his girth. As soon as he was in me, I was already near orgasm. I wanted it hard and fast and immediate. “Fuck me, David…fuck me hard,” I demanded. I twisted my legs around him and bucked and pulled him against me. He began to slam himself inside me with passion and anger. I pulled his mouth down onto mine. As our tongues battled, I felt my orgasm building like a hurricane. I wanted that orgasm so badly. I rode the hot swells inside me, and I felt an explosion that wracked my body intensely. I could feel the undulations slam into my brain with each thrust of David’s hips. My nails dug into his back. I cried out into his mouth. I shouted out my passion and my fury and my desire. I let it all out. Every stroke was fire. Every stroke was pleasure. It felt like this orgasm went on forever. I was floating on the waves of the universe. A solar storm. I felt hot tears pouring down the side of my face and into my hair. This was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt, and it didn’t want to end…it felt like it would go on forever. I let it last…I rode it as long as it wanted to go. It felt like hours.

  As I came down from the stars, I felt David again. He had been maintaining his strokes to maximize my pleasure. I opened my eyes, and he was smiling down at me. “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I replied. I was more than okay.

  But now I wanted to pleasure him. I had never finished a man orally before, but I knew I wanted to do that with David. I pushed his shoulders off me, and pinned him down on the bed. I slid myself down his body. I took his heft into my hand, and grabbed his swollen testicles with the other. I then slammed my mouth down onto him. I took what I could of him, and moved as rapidly as possible. I squeezed with both hands. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he had always given me. I could taste both of us on him, and it was a musky, sharp flavor. I looked up at him, and his eyes looked into mine. His hands were in my curly hair. His muscled stomach and chest looked so amazing to me…so manly. I could see him twitching and jerking with my aggression. He was enjoying it as much as I enjoyed giving it.

  Perhaps it was his already excited state, but I felt him swell just a bit more, and I saw his eyes lose focus. He began to groan…a deep, hollow groan. Then his hips began to jerk, driving himself into my mouth even more. His explosion of semen surprised me with its force, but I wasn’t about to stop my pace. I squeezed even harder and forced my mouth down on him with all I had. Hot, sticky saltiness poured into my mouth, and still I continued to take him in. Each thrust of his hips was a new hot ejaculate. He grunted with each thrust. I pulled and squeezed and swallowed with all I had. I wanted this to be the best orgasm of his life. I continued to squeeze and pump even as he began to relax. His eyes were slammed shut and his grunts were soft now, but still I never stopped. I squeezed ever drop out of him I could.

  He softened a little, so my motions became a bit softer as well. I didn’t stop though…I continued to move my mouth a
nd tongue over him, and could still feel him twitching between my lips. I looked up and saw him looking at me and smiling.

  “Thank you, Rachel…that was amazing.”

  I took him out of my mouth and asked, “You liked it?” It was, after all, the first time I had ever done that.

  “It was perfect.”

  I grabbed a small towel that was in the room. I wiped my mouth, and then I lay down, with my head on his shoulder. We both drifted off to sleep.

  Just imagine! I watched a multiracial three-way in a Manhattan swing club, had swallowed my lover’s seed, and now I was falling asleep in this den of iniquity. My life was in a place I had not anticipated. While it wasn’t what I had expected, I didn’t hate it like I thought I would. I was living on a sexual edge I didn’t know existed just a few weeks before. The sharpest edge, balanced so delicately. Desperately.

  14

  When we awoke, I thought we would head home. Instead, David wanted to stay and have a few more drinks. I reluctantly agreed. I was very tired, and had a lot of thoughts swirling in my head. I couldn’t lie to myself and pretend I didn’t find what I had seen intriguing. Still, for a young woman with little sexual experience it had been a lot to take in. What would my friends and family think if they saw me here? I was in a confused state of mind. Overwhelmed, perhaps, at my own actions…at my willingness to participate in things I would’ve considered abhorrent just weeks ago. And guilt? Yeah. Guilt that I had become excited by what should have repulsed me.

  We dressed, and took the sheets and towels to a large, drop-in hamper. I wondered who had the unfortunate task of cleaning up all these sex-covered sheets, and was glad it wasn’t me. I guess the monthly dues made sense after all.

  We grabbed another drink and then began to walk around the club. As we passed the semi-circular room into the next room, I was in for another surprise. This room was filled with sex toys of all types. Vibrators. Dildos. Creams. Oils. As with the other room, smaller rooms moved out in a semi-circle from a larger center room with pillows. This room was colored red and gold, and everything here, except the toys, was in some shade of those two colors. With the light dimmed, much of the gold seemed to glimmer.