Show Me the Bling

by Cyndi Redding

  Show Me the Bling

  By

  Cyndi Redding

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  SHOW ME THE BLING

  Copyright (c) 2005 by Cyndi Redding

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  Chapter One

  “Hello, everyone. I can’t remember my name, but I think I’m an alcoholic.”

  The room fell silent. A few titters began in the back, then the chuckles spread, and before I knew it, the whole room was guffawing.

  “You came to the right place, mister!” yelled a listener from the back of the room.

  I could feel my cheeks redden. Well, fine, at least they’d match my eyes.

  The gorgeous young women who took me to this stupid AA meeting slapped their luscious thighs and laughed out loud with the rest of them. If it weren’t for their sex appeal, I’d have stood up and walked out. How humiliating!

  Even under their jeans, I was able to picture their creamy skin. The brunette with big, brown eyes would have a bikini tan. The other, an auburn redhead with long, spiral curls, would probably be a sunscreen wearer, but I loved fair complexions too. In fact, I enjoyed pretty much everything about women. It’s odd how I know that about myself—but little else since the amnesia.

  I elbowed the pretty brunette next to me on my right. “Hey, I came here to get help and everybody’s laughing at me.”

  The young woman, Brandy she said her name was, patted me on the knee and said with a southern drawl, “It’s all right, honey. We understand. We’re laughin’ with you.”

  “But I’m not laughing.”

  “Well you should, darlin’. When you’re feelin’ better, you’ll be tellin’ your story to the world, and you’ll be laughin’ too.”

  The meeting resumed, but I was too hung-over to listen to what was being said. Yet, despite the pounding headache and roiling stomach, I was able to concentrate on Brandy and Mandy’s thighs.

  Mandy was the redhead and the quiet one. Like a swan, she had all kinds of energy beneath the surface. I sensed a passionate nature in both of them.

  Brandy was a toucher. I loved touchers. Every chance she got, she put a hand on my arm or my leg. Now if I could just get her to zero in on the space between them. My jeans grew tighter as I fantasized.

  Mandy wagged her top leg continuously, and I could barely keep my eyes off her shapely ankle that was graced by a rhinestone anklet. The afternoon light refracted and sparkled off of it as if fairy dust were being sprinkled all around. Her T-shirt spoke volumes in glitzy rhinestones. They spelled out: ‘Half Naughty, Half Nice. Which half do you want?’ over her ample breasts. I wanted both halves in my mouth, thank you.

  You’ve gotta love New Orleans. Short skirts, brilliant colors, and lots of sparkle were the preferred attire in the French Quarter, especially at Carnival time. That must be why I was here. Somehow, I just knew I never missed a good party.

  Had I lived here for years? Maybe I was just a tourist. Why, oh why, didn’t I have some kind of ID on me when I fell off that balcony and onto my head?

  Last night was Mardi Gras. The girls, Brandy and Mandy, said I was leaning over the balcony trying to throw them some beads when they flashed their tits at me. They said I must have been pretty drunk because I almost fell off the balcony when a flat-chested girl flashed, but the two of them showing their voluptuous gifts in unison, must have been too much. I tumbled over the wrought iron railing and landed, BAM, right on my head.

  Fortunately, for me, they felt guilty and drove me to the hospital when I came to. They stayed until the emergency room kicked me out, and then they brought me here.

  I couldn’t wait until the meeting was over. I wanted to get the two of them in a private place to make out. Who was I kidding? I wanted to screw them silly. Maybe Armstrong Park... Now how did I remember the name of a park in New Orleans, but I couldn’t come up with my own name? Oh, man, I needed a drink.

  Shit. It was Ash Wednesday. Nine out of every ten people in the meeting hall had soot on their foreheads. The girls wanted to give up liquor for lent. They said they did it every year, and they thought it would be a good idea if I did too. Maybe they’re right.

  Maybe I was a Catholic. Everyone else appeared to be. And since I didn’t know about the other bad habits I had, this was the one I’d have to give up—although, I sensed I may have lots of bad habits.

  Oh, thank Zeus. The meeting was almost over. We just needed to stand in a circle and hold hands. I could do that.

  Mandy’s hands were warm and dry. Brandy’s were hot and sweaty, and she’d been flirting with me. Oh, yeah, she was ready to roll. Suddenly everyone was mumbling a prayer.

  “Our father, who art on Mount Olymp...” Hey, they had a different version. Oh, well, I’d just listen to theirs and maybe next time I could fake it...

  * * *

  While walking arm in arm with my willing women, my arm “accidentally” brushed against their big, bouncy breasts. Little things began to come back to me. Nothing important, mind you, like my friggin’ name.

  Yet, I had flashes of what looked like it might be my everyday life. Scenes of debauchery and excess—wine, women and song. Damn, it looked like fun. I must have been living the good life in N’awlins, as Brandy called it. But was my life really as good as it looked? I didn’t get much out of the meeting, but it seemed as if alcohol had destroyed the lives of dozens of people.

  The girls mentioned that the key to sobriety was replacing an old bad habit with a healthy new one. I’m so glad we all agreed that sex is one of the healthiest habits there is. It’s natural, it’s fun, it’s good exercise, and regular sexual release keeps that nasty frustration from building up. Hell, if only everybody were too busy fucking to get all pissed off there’d be no more wars.

  Brandy took us to her apartment. We wedged our bodies into the tiny elevator, and my zipper strained against the building lust in my cock. In fact, I really couldn’t contain myself much longer. As soon as the doors were closed, I attacked Brandy pushing her against the wall and kissing her hard. Meanwhile, my left hand found Mandy’s boob, and I grabbed and kneaded it. Mandy was groaning in pleasure as my thumb found the large pebble of her nipple among the small rhinestones on her shirt, and I rubbed it. How fortunate they went bra-less.

  Brandy’s breathing grew fast and shallow. I could tell their hearts were beating faster too. Oh, yeah, I was looking forward to a really good time. Finally, we reached her floor and jogged to Brandy’s apartment.

  It was all we could do to get into the privacy of Brandy’s place before we exploded into orgasmic pleasure right there in the hallway. Her hands were shaking while trying to open the door with her key. Oh, dear Zeus. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Open the damn door!” On my words, the door flew open and all three of us tumbled inside.

  “Wow, that was weird,”
Brandy said. “I hadn’t even turned the key yet.”

  I ripped open my shirt without taking the time to unbutton it. Buttons flew everywhere. “Where’s your bedroom?” I panted.

  “In there!” Brandy pointed and both girls pulled their T-shirts off over their pretty heads as they bounced into the bedroom. All four puckered nipples begged for my attention.

  Oh Lord in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, and so would I, just as soon as... Whoa. What if I couldn’t hold off long enough to satisfy them, both of them? I wanted my own release, of course, but I wanted to see the ecstasy on their faces too.

  What was I worried about? I could sense my “studliness.”

  We all wriggled out of our jeans at the same time, and I stole a glance at their gorgeous backsides as they whipped off their thongs. When they turned toward me, they gaped at my enormous erection. I raised my eyebrows at their completely bare snatches. When had girls begun shaving their entire pubic areas? Hey, I wasn’t complaining. No more little curly hairs in my mouth. That worked for me.

  Mandy was all woman —her bright, eager smile and gorgeous, taut, little round ass up in the air as she jumped into bed. Oh, man. Not at all the shy creature. Her rhinestone anklet sparkled in the low light.

  “Aren’t you going to take off that jewelry, Mandy, dear? I don’t want it scraping against my back while we’re doing it.”

  “I never take it off. Is that a problem?”

  I shook my head. I’d just have to avoid the damn thing. I wasn’t about to give up my romp with the glorious redhead.

  Meanwhile, Brandy’s aggressive nature hinted at a bit of testosterone and that was exciting the hell out of me too. She grabbed my cock, stroked it, and said, “I can’t wait to fuck this monster. I want to be first.”

  “I’ve never seen one so big,” Mandy said, breathlessly. “But if Brandy’s first, then it may be a little less, um, full by the time you get to me, right?”

  “Don’t worry, my lovelies, I’ll have plenty for you both. Meanwhile, Mandy, you can play with it while I kiss and fondle your anxious friend.”

  “Oh, God, please hurry,” Brandy cried.

  I grinned. ‘Oh, God.’ Something about that particular exclamation pleased me. Her legs were already spread wide. I dove on top of Brandy and raised myself to a kneeling position, so Mandy could scoot underneath, face up, and suck my cock. One quick kiss and I went straight to Brandy’s boobs. I devoured the right one while balancing on my right elbow. My free hand traveled to her pussy, and I teased the wet folds of her labia while she writhed and moaned.

  Meanwhile, Mandy had found my balls and was licking them energetically. Oh, Mama! I savored the electric shudder coursing through me.

  I sensed Mandy was more tentative about taking my huge cock in her mouth. Fine. She’d love its length and thickness as soon as I sunk it inside of her. Somehow I knew a woman would appreciate a good stretch while I connected with her G-spot. In my flashes of memory had done a lot of fucking before.

  Brandy moaned and as soon as I shifted my attention to her other breast, she clutched my hair. Thank Zeus it’s shorter than it appeared in some of my flashbacks. I must have cut it for just this reason. Her moans and arches increased as I sucked harder.

  By then, she was pulling my hair, and I was through playing. Her nether-region was completely soaked, and it was time to give her what she came for. She would come any second. She began quivering and moaning the minute I rubbed my wet fingers over her clitoris. I could picture fistfuls of my hair being yanked out, so I told her to remove her fingers, and I shimmied down to suck and lick her clit.

  “Yes, yes!” she cried, as her body vibrated. In no time at all she was bucking, screaming and convulsing. Meanwhile Mandy had adjusted and was poking her finger in my ass while she licked my dick.

  Oh, these girls were great. I’d have to reward each of them with the best orgasms they ever had in their lives. And I’d have plenty myself by the time the night was through.

  Brandy pushed at me, and in a weak voice she begged, “No more. Oh, God, please, I can’t take any more.”

  That’s all she needed to say. I rose up and balanced on my knees as I gave her a big, sloppy smile, my mouth covered with her juices. “I think you might like to rest a bit while I give Mandy equal treatment.”

  She nodded, a grateful look in her eyes.

  “Mandy, honey, you did a remarkable job on my balls. Once Brandy recovers, maybe she’ll suck my cock for me. I want to be hard as a spike when I screw her.”

  Brandy smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Apparently she couldn’t talk yet. She was still breathing as if practicing Lamaze.

  I told Mandy to show me her beautiful ass, and she kneeled in front of me. Oh, dear Zeus, I loved her in that position. I fondled her soft bottom first, then cupped and squeezed her beautiful, natural tits while I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of her ass. Brandy said she was ready to go down on me, so I flipped over and told Mandy to sit on my face while I licked her to heaven. She happily complied.

  Brandy hardened my erection to cast iron with her slow, steady rhythm. “Ohhh...I love that, Brandy, keep it up.”

  “Pun intended?” Mandy asked.

  Ha! Cute and bright. Oh, yes. I’d get her off as if NASA launched her.

  I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and buried it inside her cunt, listening to her groan as I fucked her with my long tongue.

  Meanwhile Brandy had increased the speed and suction, so I had to take some deep breaths through my nose and hope I wouldn’t hyperventilate. I moved my mouth to cover Mandy’s button, and as I licked and sucked her, she came, and came, and came in earth shattering cries. My word, but the quiet one could scream! My mouth was drenched with her liquids, and I drooled down both sides of my face. At last, when she quieted, she pulled herself away and collapsed, facing the foot of the bed.

  “Oh, finally!” Brandy was mighty excited. “Where do you want me?”

  “I want you on top, Brandy baby.”

  She straddled me and hovered over my cock. Her anxious eyes and deep breath betrayed her trepidation about the fit. At last, she sunk down on me and we both moaned in bliss. Mandy struggled up onto one elbow and watched with fascinated interest as I fucked her friend.

  Brandy gurgled, moaned and threw back her head. We mated in a savage rhythm, the brave girl bouncing up and down on top of my engorged erection. For some reason I felt able to control my cock’s movements, even though I was ready to shatter. I made sure it touched the sweet spot inside her cavern, and we both went crazy.

  She bucked like she was riding a wild stallion, which in a way, she was.

  “Oh God! Oh God!” she cried. I allowed myself to start to orgasm after Brandy had crashed over the edge. I pulled out and shot into space, releasing my copious cum.

  Brandy tumbled off and lay on the other side of me in a limp heap, as if she had passed out. Maybe she had. Well, at least she was still breathing. I could hear her wheezing like an asthmatic.

  “Mandy, my sweet, lick your friend’s honey off my cock, and as soon as we’re all revved up, I’ll take you doggy style.”

  “Ugh. Lick off Brandy’s cum? That’s kind of disgusting. I’d rather not.”

  “Oh. I guess it never occurred to me that it might be distasteful since I have both of your fluids all over my face...”

  “How about if I wipe you off with my hand?” She winked.

  “Sure, baby. That’ll work too.”

  She worked me up into a lather with a fantastic hand job. Soon I was ready to go again and anxious to bury my big cock in her little cunt. I grabbed her chin and shapely warm body and pulled her toward my mouth. Electricity simmered between us as we shared a deep, passionate, French kiss. Our tongues were like toys and we played with each other. One hiding and the other seeking. I kneaded and squeezed her tits and she pulled and squeezed my penis. A delightful suction had built up in the fusion of our mouths.

  Kissing Mandy was unlike kissing
Brandy. My tongue just couldn’t stop teasing the inside of her mouth. She took pleasure in kissing me back—darting her tongue over and past my lips, mating, swirling, sucking... Who knew that a simple kiss could make me so hot?

  Maybe she was just a really good kisser. I could get used to this. At last we managed to pry ourselves apart, already panting. Knowing we were burning for completion and were going to fuck savagely, she positioned herself on her hands and knees in front of me.

  Dear Zeus, I wanted to fuck this little filly more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life...I think. I have no idea what I might have wanted in the past, but I sure as hell wanted this now. I was in danger of ramming my rod right into her.

  I couldn’t help but notice that she was trembling.

  “Mandy, sweet angel. I know you’re a little afraid of my enormity, but don’t worry. We’ll fit just fine. I’ll be gentle. You’ll see.”

  She visibly relaxed and turned her head to smile at me. “Okay. I’ll tell you if it hurts.” Concern suddenly sobered her expression. “You’ll stop, won’t you? If it hurts, I mean?”

  I stroked her soft butt cheeks and said, “Of course I will, darling.” Damn, I wanted to fuck her so badly, I’d have said anything. So fine, innocent, and willing. I had to have this one even if I had to fold my member in half.

  I tested her wetness. She was well lubed, and ready.

  I entered her slowly. She groaned but in a welcoming way. Oh, but she was tight. So tight, and so desirable. I couldn’t help letting out a long moan.

  Brandy stirred and opened her eyes just as I was finding my rhythm with Mandy. Oh good, now she could watch. I reached around and played with Mandy’s twat, and she growled in a thoroughly sexy way through her teeth. Soon she was arching her back and moaning louder and louder.

  I could feel my own sexual pleasure building to a lofty peak. She groaned, panted and yelped into her bliss. She was quivering all over and began to spasm just as I reached my climax. I ejaculated inside of her. My finger kept up the frantic stimulation on her clit.