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A/N: All apologies to Chris Drury and all of his fans.......
Chapter 74: Foppa VII—The Land of Nuts and Fruits—Just a Little Taste
The woman was almost as tall as he was and she was much taller than Chris was, she was thin, tanned, and blond. Peter Couldn’t think of what her name was or if he had even asked her name. And what was more beautiful, it didn’t matter. She didn’t give a shit what their names were or what his name was or if they would ever see each other again. The beauty of these women was that you didn’t have to care.
Peter knew he was tipsy and along with that was giddiness, but he wasn’t drunk. His senses were pretty clear and his senses were hungry. It was that unquenchable thirst that need for touch, for warmth for the moans in the ear and the taste of salty skin. The only problem was, Chris wanted the same thing from the same girl. But hell, she had to be six feet tall; she could handle them both easily. And with Chris inebriated it would definitely be simple for her.
After Tangers and Noter scurried from the room with an undeniably young whore, he slammed the door behind them. He leaned back against the door and slouched a bit, watching the other two.
"C’mon baby," the hooker whispered as she pushed away from Chris and flopped down on the bed. "Give it to me."
"Sure.." Chris said quietly, "Yeah."
He almost stumbled forward on top of her trying to tug at the buttons of her pale blouse. "Hey," he said. "What the hell?"
He picked up one of the many cards that were scattered on the comforter of the bed and he peered at it. "Get a load of this!" he said and he held it to the hooker. When she took the card from him, she broke into a brief, sharp, laugh.
"Yeah," she said. "That sounds like Babydoll, sex card games, whatever will she do next!" With that, she tossed the card into the air. "Ooooooh your cheeks are so cute!" she added in a tone of voice women often used on large dogs and she grabbed Chris by his cheeks and she gave him a huge wet sounding kiss.
Peter ran his tongue over his lips and walked slowly to the bed. "Hey," he said to the woman, "How old was that girl anyway?"
"Mmmmm," she said as she broke off the kiss and looked at Peter with large pale eyes, leaning back as Chris successfully unhooked some buttons. "Fourteen. I think she’s fourteen."
"Shit," Chris barked leaving off the buttons. "And...and I thought Noter was like... all Mr. Straight and shit... and Tangers too... screwing kids... basterds..."
The woman laughed and pushed Chris off her. "Don’t worry about her sweet cheeks, she’s tougher than the most of us," she said as she finished unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. As soon as the last button was loosened, she held her blouse together and smiled slyly keeping such a tight eye contact with Chris that Peter felt the blood leave his brain and his skin prickle. "Do you want me to take it off. Hmm?"
Chris just smiled and nodded like an eager schoolboy.
"OK," she whispered and she sat up straight and unfastened her airy, pink, wrap-around skirt. As she did so, her blouse fell open a bit revealing a tan, almost edible looking breast tucked in a lacy bra. Peter sucked in his breath and Drury leaned forward, brazenly peeking.
Peter walked around the bed slowly as the woman suddenly leaned forward, her clothes hanging loosely, and she grabbed Chris by the front of his shirt. "Why don’t you get comfortable too?"
Chris giggled and lifted his arms over his head as she pulled his shirt off and crumpled it in her hand. "You won’t need this anymore tonight," she said and she tossed it across the room where it hit a picture on the wall and sent it crashing to the floor. "And you definitely will not need..." she said as she began unbuckling his jeans, "these."
Peter’s eyes were zeroed in on the back of her long, pretty neck as he crawled on the bed behind her, gazing at the loose strands of blond hair hanging from the clip holding it up.
"Woops!" she said in a singsong voice as she pushed Chris’s pants down, letting them fall around his ankles. "Someone isn’t too drunk to function..."
Chris moaned in a low voice when she pressed her hands on his thighs, sliding them up his legs and up his boxers. As soon as Peter saw that, he squeezed his hands on her slim, smooth waist and slid them around the front of her, pushing aside her silky skirt. Absolutely every point in his body was burning and throbbing now, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to jump on her now or just take things slow.
Her blouse was warm, slightly damp, and entirely exciting to Peter as he pinched it between his fingers and pulled on it. There was a gorgeous little giggle from the woman as she let her hands pull away from Dru’s legs for a moment and she hung her arms limply to allow him to slide off her blouse. And she was gorgeous. Both Peter and Chris gasped in lusty awe at her long graceful lines, her perfectly tan skin, and her decadent, naughty lingerie.
"Oh," Peter said quietly in her ear, running his fingers up under her bra strap, toying with it. He didn’t know if he wanted to undress her completely, she was so exquisite the way she was now. "Darling, you should be a model. You’re perfect."
"MmmHmmm," she said and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Dru’s waist and kissing his belly as she slipped his boxers to the ground. "I like this job a whole lot better," she whispered.
"Oh God!" Drury cried and he fell back against the other bed when she closed her mouth on a very sensitive part of him.
Peter laughed and began to pull off his own clothes, still kissing and nuzzling her perfect, smooth back.
As far as Peter could tell, all of that had been normal. Nothing had been new or different. He had shared whores with friends countless times in his life and a lot of those times, the girls were not even as pretty as this one. All of those times, they had gone through the motions, moaning, laughing, panting and every so often the two males may touch, their skin brushing for an instant. All of those times, the males had either ignored the brief touch, or laughed it off. So why hadn’t it been the same here?
All Peter knew was that as he had the woman from behind, almost at the pinnacle of ecstasy, Chris touched him and that sent the hair on his arms standing. "Come on!" Chris said with almost a whine in his voice. "Let me have a turn!"
Peter let go of her and almost spooked he sat on one of the beds, watching as the woman cooing endearments she could never mean, ran her hands on Chris’s cheek and pulled him on top of her and coaxed him into her. This time, all Peter could hear were the deep, slow moans coming from Chris, and it was arousing Peter in that ugly, delicious way he thought he had tossed from his system. Except it was different here, it was overpowering and irresistible.
He leaned forward, hiding his face in his palms, hoping that if he saw nothing then he would feel nothing. But he could still hear him. All he could hear... All he could hear...
"Ooooo," Drury moaned.
Forsberg slipped his hands up his face and clenched his hair, gritting his teeth and finally opening his eyes. He didn’t lift his face to look, he merely glanced up with his eyes, seeing the entwined couple and feeling his head spin.
"Just a little taste," he muttered to himself. "Maybe I can have just a little taste."
He stood up and as the movement of the couple became more frantic and he paused for a second, hovering above them. Drury’s back was muscled, firm, and inviting. Peter held his hand above it for a moment, feeling the heat wafting off it. And then he pressed it down, finally touching the flesh and almost becoming overwhelmed by the sheer power of it. He couldn’t help himself, he leaned forward and kissed it, and when Chris didn’t seem to brush him off he flicked his tongue out and tasted his sharp, salty skin. It was too exciting, too delicious. And Chris still didn’t seem to notice as he bore down on the woman causing higher pitches of euphoria from her, so Peter flashed his teeth out a bit.
Just a little taste couldn’t hurt......
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