Myself and a few of my closest girlfriends thought we might partake in the festivities of Mardi Gras down in the Big Easy. We had made ample preparations ahead of time since Marie, a 42-year-old recent divorcee and the youngest in our group, is a travel agent. So needless to say our hotel was not only in walking distance to Bourbon Street but one of those old ones instilled with character and Southern charm.
All of us had been partying way too much from the get go, as were all of the others who were down there to celebrate this annual event of debauchery. So there we were, four “mature females”, there for the very first time and loving every bizarre minute of it. It was as though we were al making up for lost tike of some other insufficient part of our lives and seizing the moment at hand with both hands.
Well by the second evening I was more than exhausted from having way too much fun. We kissed enough strangers and exposed our tits and asses for beads that we knew many a home video would be showing them on a regular basis. This newfound naughtiness was certainly intriguing to us not to mention making us more than horny. Well to stay in for the rest of the evening and order up some room service and take a hot bath.
Being so horny I decided to frig my aching pussy to more than one fiery orgasm as I lay soaking in the tub. By the time I was finished my skin was shriveled except for my nipples that just would not go down. They were so hard and sore. I decided to have one more sex session with my trusty chrome vibrator as I lay in bed awaiting my dinner delivery. I must have forgotten where I was because I soon found my naked body thrashing about the bed as I screamed out obscenities excitedly until a light knocking on my door disturbed me.
Shit I thought it must be room service with my meal. Hurriedly I threw on my robe and answered the door forgetting to hide my vibrator. The room attendant was a young Mulatto. I say this because he was dark skinned but so very light at the same time. I just know he was not Caucasian.
From the look on his face what he saw when I opened the door was exactly as he had suspected a female partially clad in a robe which was unable to hide her nakedness beneath it nor her rigid erect nipples boldly standing out as though for more attention. Then there was also my chrome vibrator laying on the bed still humming away for added embarrassment. He had the New Orleans’ drawl when he spoke which made all of us girls weak in the knees down there.
I fumbled about nervously not knowing what to do or what to say to him. He was in his early twenties and quite good looking and well built. Maybe this was all a usual sight for him because he stayed rather cool and collected mentioning I was his last room delivery for the evening and that he would be more than happy to take care of any other particular needs I might have before he left floor.
At that point my vibrator had shifted to the edge of the bed and fell on the floor with a thump next to his foot. He bent down to pick it up and turned it off but only after boldly bringing it up to his nose to smell. By pussy was getting wetter as I watched his lewd behavior. All he said was that I would not need it now that he was there. I cannot even remember him removing his clothing, perhaps I did it for him, I do not know. All I know is how horny I was for this younger man and soon found us both naked in bed rolling about kissing and hugging and licking each other passionately. He made me cum with his lips and tongue so many times I actually lost count. He was the best oral lover I had ever experienced. He know just how and where to lick sand nibble and chew and bit down just at the right moments sending me up and off the bed like a skyrocket cumming again and again.
Claude was his name but pussy licking was certainly his game. Oh but I forgot to mention the size of his cock. It was huge. He had his big mouth and slithering tongue all over every inch of my throbbing naked body that evening. I had never had a man’s tongue up my butt and it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before sexually and I loved it. He actually made me come by eating my asshole. It was magnificent. I had came so often his face was covered in my sticky cum and it glistened in the dim light of the room.
I licked his big dick but was not about to suck it. Instead I stroked him even harder until he announced he wanted to fuck me with it. I was laying back with my legs open wide and lifted up high in the air when he slipped just the tip inside of me and I was already screaming wildly for him to fuck me with his big hard cock. My nails dug deep into his broad shoulders and back hanging on as if not wanting him to escape from fucking my hot pussy.
I do not know how long he pounded my ass repeatedly again and again as I just kept cumming in buckets. The sheets were drenched with it. Then he told me he too was about to shot his load and pulled out and aimed it straight at my smiling face as I opened my mouth to receive his spurting ribbons of hot sticky cum down my cock hungry throat.
He smiled telling me how he could not wait until he was hard to do it again. Laughing I explained that I might not be able to take anymore and begged him not to be upset, and all but apologized to him.
It was then that I heard a voice from behind him explaining how that would not be necessary, because he would be more than sexually satisfied that night. There, standing in the doorway were Marie, Jane and Sarah. Sarah had her hand up her skirt and Marie was already taking off her clothing as Jane was kissing Claude and reaching around to rub his cock back to hardness.
Well I will end this now, but just have to say that it was poor Claude who was exhausted after the four of us left Mardi Gras. But guess what? Marie has already made plans for us again there for next year, only this time we just might stay a little longer.
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