Sarabande, Ch. 5
”Hey, baby,” Tony said softly. Stella was smoothing down her camisole, rather a futile occupation. She gave him, unknowingly, much the same appraising glance as Tracy had given her.
At six feet tall, Tony was a big man, in contrast with his cousin. He was built like a quarterback, lithe and powerful. His skin carried the reddish tints of old mahogany. His face was open and cherubic — if ever there was such a large cherub, or one with so knowing a tilt to his high, Indian cheekbones, his hair in ringlets that framed his face, spilling down his neck. He wore a green satin dressing gown, beruffled like a woman’s — so he shared his cousin’s extravagant taste. And, also, there was a further similarity, perhaps in the structure of the skull, or merely in the habits that companions acquire in common.
”Ooh-whee, girl!” he said in his soft voice, coming towards her. “I thought I’d never see you again!” His eyes widened. “What’s this?” He fingered her manacled foot. “Tracy do this? What for?”
”Doesn’t he do this to all the girls?”
”Not so far’s I know,” he said . “He mus’ really dig you…” He stroked her ankle. “I really dig you, too,” His face in profile to her, his grin revealed white teeth, and he turned to offer her his lovely, innocent smile. “Oh, yeah,” he said huskily. “Looky here, what I got for you,” He shrugged off the robe. Stella took in the massive shoulders, coal black nipples on his powerful chest. His lean stomach, narrow waist, swelling thighs, were all absolutely beautiful, she thought. And his erection… She almost laughed. It was ridiculous, like a joke, how could he be that big? His grin widened at her reaction.
”Don’t be ‘fraid, baby,” he said; “This thing can’t hurt you,” He looked down at it, proudly. Stella couldn’t trust herself to speak. She reached for him, and he came up, let her take him in her hand. She measured his cock against her palm, hefting it gently. It was long, she decided, but its girth was its most formidable aspect; she couldn’t close her finger and thumb around it.
”Nine and a quarter,” he said proudly. “And ‘most seven inches round,” and she did chuckle at that. His scrotum was massive, the wrinkled, shifting skin soft and black as velvet.
”Pretty, Tony,” She smiled up at him. His fingers came down to run across her lips, and she bit at them gently.
”I dig your mouth so much, baby,” he said, and covered it with his own, probing wetly. He lay over her and she spread her legs, feeling his hand between them, guiding his cock in, gently stretching her to let him in easily. She wrapped her legs around his, pressing him in. “Baby, it’s hot in there,” he said; “I’ll be sweating plenty quick!” He began a slow, slow grind…
Tracy waited until he was sure they’d be engaged, before he slipped back into the room. He stood by the door, watching them. That black body, shining with sweat. Pumping her slow. A creamy arm thrown over a black shoulder. What a beautiful sight. And his curly conk falling into her straight red hair. Her voice filling the room like a heater. Calling out his name. –Like she wanted this from the start, maybe she did, maybe we just thought it was our idea,– Pulling off his jeans, he advanced noiselessly to kneel at the foot of the bed. Pumping her, Tony. Her cunt wrapped all around his big, fat thing. How she hangs on to him. –Bet you never had it like that before, baby,– His own cock ached for release. He clenched his hands around the bars of the footboard instead, long accustomed to delaying his own gratification.
”Ohh, Tony,” her voice was more than half air, his soft “Baby,” a harmony. His arm beside her, she sucked at the swelling bicep. He was heavier than Tracy. His scent was darker, his bodily heat slower to ignite. Sweat beaded his forehead, dropping lightly onto her face. She buried her face in his neck, panting, cried out, the pleasure so acute it stung.
He pulled out suddenly, slammed against her thigh. “I wanna come in your mouth, baby,” he panted. “Your beautiful mouth, please baby,” Her hands urged him up. He scrambled over her head, threw himself into the drifted pillows while she turned on the axis of her manacled hand and foot. She got between his legs, as he panted “Oh girl, oh girl…” His cock was so thick she could only get the head into her mouth, but it seemed to put him into a frenzy, whimpering as she pulled his foreskin back, crying out when she sucked strongly, her lips tight around his girth. And he shuddered at her tongue playing along the glans, his hands in her hair. To Stella, it felt as if an electric current was coursing into her mouth by way of his cock, and back out again through her scalp into his fingertips.
A hand on her ankle unlocked the cuff and traveled up her leg. Tracy came up alongside her, freed her hand, and perched over her back to watch the show; Tony, sprawled back, one arm flung over his eyes, his other hand glissing over her lips encircling his cock. Into her hair, Tracy said; “Put your finger in his ass,” and then; “Oh, he’s coming,” in a sighing whisper. Tony threshed his shoulders back and forth crying something incoherent; Stella held him tight, feeling him pulse around her finger, flood her mouth. Sighing he came to rest; “Ooh… Ooh, sweet girl…”
”So.. How does he taste?” Tracy wanted to know.
Tony’s eyes flew open. “Trace! Oh, man, was you here?”
”All the way, bro!” Tracy said gleefully. He reached up, touched Tony’s sweaty shoulder. “You sure lost your cool…” He chuckled.
Tony sighed happily. “Yeah… this girl get me hot!”
Tracy swung himself around and kissed her, his tongue questing her mouth until Stella realized he really was searching for Tony’s taste. She pulled her tongue back to her cheek, where it always seems to lodge, and brought forward some of Tony’s bittersweet spunk. Tracy’s eyes closed as he savored it, mouth glued to hers. Pulling away he gave her a long beseeching look as if to say; “Please don’t tell,” She replied with a lifted eyebrow, and Tony came up to claim her mouth.
The two mouths explored her face, three murmuring voices, three pairs of hands. Tracy had been right; this was a special kind of bliss. They got rid of the camisole. Stella dropped to her hands and knees, the men were over and under her. Hands ran over her flanks, a mouth kissed each foot. Soon, however, a different kind of urgency asserted, and Stella tried to disentangle herself; “Boys,” she said, and again, “Boys!” They looked up, inquiringly; “I have to pee….”
Tracy was acutely aware of the fact that Tony was letting him lean his head against his chest. Magic, it was gonna be magic all night. His heart pounded at the thought of Tony, his fences dropped. They could touch each other as they worked on her. She would be a bridge. No stupid macho posturing, no halts, embarrassed jokes. Tony would, if only for tonight, acknowledge the link between them because this girl expected it. And even now, with her out of the room, he seemed content to leave his thigh up against Tracy’s. It was the girl, must be. In a lifetime of shared dames, he’d never seen Tony give it up like that, his legs spread like a woman. And her cheeks going hollow as she sucked down on him…
”She give head so fine,” Tony said dreamily, as if he’d read his mind. Tracy laughed softly.
”Yeah, that thing of yours, and no woman can even get it in her mouth, so what do you dig most of all?” He reached for the joint, lit it and passed it to Tony.
”Can’t help it, man,” Tony laughed as Stella walked out of the bathroom again. She stood still, and Tracy was struck by her expression, inquisitive and predatory. If Tony noticed it he gave no sign, merely reaching out a hand to her. Tracy rolled a finger in the air; “Turn around once,” and she did, first like a fashion model, and then again like a belly dancer. She even did the hands over the face, not bad. “Aowhoo!” he called, and Tony chimed in; “Mom-ma! Oh, baby! Wiggle on over here, baby, I’ll give you something to wiggle about!”
”Can’t you get enough?” she said, not moving, but clearly not offended by Tony’s talk.
”Well you see,” Tracy said; “You’re the first woman we either of us been with since this tour started,” He returned her suspicious look, blandly. It was true, sort of.
”Nah. You guys must have groupies crawling all over you.”
”Yeah, but we’re picky,” Tracy offered.
”Ain’t nothing you’d bring back with you, that’s for sure. Woof, Woof!” Tony rolled back on the bed.
”Or brainless,” Tracy said. “Just… I don’t know, depressing. Big hair, no brains.”
”You know, like they come backstage and you smile at ‘em, and they just kinda stone up, like you got no business to talk to them at all,” Tony complained. “And if they do, it turns out they underage.”
”Or dopers.”
”Mostly, you just leave ‘em in the hall, where you find ‘em.”
”So how long has it been?” Stella sat down on the bed, and accepted the joint.
”Four weeks,” and Tracy suddenly felt the weariness of the road as he spoke.
”Three weeks and four days,” Tony corrected. “Twenty-five days of sorrow an’ despair. And then we saw you, baby,” He raised a hand to slap five with his cousin.
”What about your girlfriends at home?” Tracy felt Tony tense a little; He’d had a fight with his girl of the moment, that looked to be terminal.
”Stella…” Tracy said. “We’re empty right now, baby. No special someone for either of us.”
”What have you been doing then?” .
Tracy cackled; “We suck dick… Don’t we, Tone? Every night. He always pretends he’s having a wet dream, though. Crying out; ‘Ooh, Mary!’ It’s okay, stud, I understand…” Stella joined his laughter, at Tony’s expression of dismay and disgust.
”Will you just shut up, asshole! You be doggin’ me and you gonna be wonderin what happened to your head. Stella, don’t mind his bullshit, okay? Just come on back in here, before this fool talks himself into the grave,”
He punched Tracy in the arm, and they scuffled. The girl climbed across the bed, as if she couldn’t keep out of it, and they turned and made her welcome. Her long arms entwined into theirs, her sighing voice. Tracy felt himself falling into liquid pleasure. Nothing feels as healing as skin on skin. She was as greedy for sensation as he was, Tony too. Something inside was filling up again.
”I gonna show you something,” Tony said to Stella, and straightarmed Tracy down onto the bed. Dazed with his good luck, he lay back, staring up at the two faces above him.
Stella felt the heat of Tony’s body at her back, hands around her chest. Supporting her, while she used her hands and mouth on Tracy, squirming below her. Fantasy made flesh, his honey skin gleaming in the soft light. The voice, the voice, the voice was keeping every promise it had ever made to her. Stella was overwhelmed by a feeling of displacement. A sense of fate, time roiling, waves of space tossing her about. The way his body was tossing, Tony saying; “Ooh, yeah, girl, fuck him with that mouth of yours,” Tracy’s hands went in to cup himself. Stella ached to see it, but Tony said; “Don’t let him do that baby, make him beg for mercy… Bite his neck baby, hard,” And Tracy cried out when she did, bringing his hands up to ward her away. Strengthless, they seemed, resting on her head. “Get his tit now,” Tony lowered her down. She tongued around his nipple, and he lost his breath, chest heaving. She moved across his armpit to scrape her teeth along the long muscle of his side, the latissimus. He moaned at that, threw his arms up over his head, offering himself to her sucking mouth.
”Yeah. He likes that the best,” Tony rumbled in her ear. She remembered the little incident at dinner, his face, his yelp of surprise. Tony guided her over the lean stomach, down the hip, away from the swollen, purple cock. She bit at his thighs, he opened them wide as any girl. His smell came to her, strong, as she sucked at the golden flesh down to his ankles, the girlish arch of his foot and swiftly back up to his hips and buttocks, how long could he take this? He was quivering, his head tipped back, eyes closed tight. He would be one second away from orgasm, if she came down on his cock — and suddenly he pushed her away, saying “Stop,” in a clear, imperious voice. He rolled away, onto his stomach. He lay rigid, his arms locked back of his head, as if to ward off a blow. Stella watched in amazement as his hard panting breaths slowed. At length his body, too, relaxed, and he pushed himself onto his knees and turned back to her. His cock was only half hard. He shoved his tangled hair back, glaring at her out of mesmerizing half-lidded eyes, the whites showing underneath; “Oh, what you did,” he said.
”Oh, baby,” Stella said breathlessly. “Don’t you want to come?”
Tracy shut his eyes, bit his lip. “It’s gonna fill you up to your eyebrows, when I do,” he said crudely. “Are you ready?” He had to stop, to draw a breath. “Cause we are really gonna fuck you over. Like you never had it before, the best, can you take it?” Tony’s hands took possession of her hips and ass.
”Mother, yes,” she gasped.
”Momma ain’t here, baby,” Tony murmured behind her. “How you want it? One on one… Or you want it front and back? Like the little creamy filling in an Oreo Cookie –,” and he chuckled. Stella smiled at the image, but on Tracy’s face there was nothing but lust.
”One on one,” he purred. “Do you want Tony, baby? You think you can put him over?”
”Gonna take you to heaven and back,” Tony whispered.
”Do it, Tone,” she said. “I know you can.”
For answer he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, and slid in from the rear. Tracy pulled her head into his lap, as Tony started his slow pump. She ground her face into his thighs. Tracy stroked her hair; “Work it, Stella, make him sweat,” he said huskily. Her hips rolled, Tony’s breath hissing through his teeth. Tracy watched, covertly. He was drifting away again, Tony. Losing the connection. A freak for one night. Tomorrow, hello Stud Tony. Heartbreaking, to see him deny all that. Tracy bent over the girl panting with pleasure in his lap.
”Your breath is so hot on my legs, girl, are you burning inside?” he said to her. “Is it good, baby, are we making it good for you…” Her shuddering breath was his answer. He sought out her larynx with his fingertips. “Open your throat, baby, tell me what he’s doing to you, come on,” In his mind he became her heaving chest, her writhing spine. Back like that painting, woman as cello. With a sudden gasp, her voice came, and she moaned, whined, let every breath become a sound. Tony coming to the home stretch. “Come on, girl, come on… Put him over, ride him,” Tracy urged her. Tony’s hips thudded hard, pushing her into Tracy’s stomach each time. He hooked his hands around her shoulders and pulled her forward, away from Tony, who cried out in protest. He pushed her onto her knees, urged her to turn around.
”Look at his face,” he told her and propelled her back to the kneeling man. “Watch his face when he comes.”
Stella put her hands on Tony’s shoulders as he pulled her in, used them to hoist herself up and slide down over his cock. In this position he felt huge, filling her up excruciatingly. They ground together in a writhing dance. Tracy leaned into her back supporting her, Tony moaning, panting; “Baby… baby…”
She pushed her hand deep into his buttocks. Hot and pulsing, just as he threw his head back, his hands clenching on her hips. He came back up, soundlessly; his face, on the verge of orgasm, transfigured by lust, became that of a saint in rapture. Stella gasped in surprise. Behind her, Tracy said softly “Oh, there,” Tony lunged forward, bearing her down under him. He rolled her away from Tracy, shaking and shuddering, until, with a long drawn out groan, he was still.
Stella lay limp under him, utterly at rest. For her, the orgasm had been shot through with flashes of blackness, as if she were losing consciousness, and how often does that happen? She brought her arms up to encircle Tony’s back. Glorying in his heat, drenched in sweat, murmuring to him without words…
”Gimme the girl, Tone,” Tracy said, and he was there, electric, prying them apart. “Get off her,” He tugged at her ankle. Tony kissed her mouth and rolled onto his back beside her, laughing softly. “Oh, baby, how fine…” Tracy bringing her alive with his hands, making her move towards him. “Come on, now, baby,” he insisted.
Stella reached for his cock. He let her, at last, hold him. His hips rolled, fucking her hand. “Mmnn…” He pulled her legs up, got between them.
”Is this it?” she asked, looking up.
”Yeah, this is it, last and best… How do you feel? Ain’t you tired?” His face sparked energy. His hair fell about his face in a dark tumult.
”I will be,” she said, dryly, “But not yet… She gasped suddenly, whimpered, said; “I wanna hear you scream.”
”Is that all you want? How you plan to get that?” His chuckle turned to a moan as she drew her nails down his sides. “Maybe it won’t be so hard,” he admitted. His hand ran down her stomach to her cunt. He looked down at it, smiled slowly; “Baby, you’re just sloppy.”
”What do you expect!” she retorted.
”Oh, man, I love to see you like that, Tony made you happy… Ain’t he fine?”
”Yes.”
He leaned down and kissed her, whispering into her heated mouth; “I’m even better,” He pushed her knees up to her chest, tucking them under his arms. “Lock your arms around me,” he instructed, his voice shaking. He leaned in, watching her face intently. Everything was so hot and wet, and she so stretched from taking Tony, that he couldn’t be sure he found the hole. Aiming for her G-spot, hot-spot, the center of her soul. When he found it, she twisted in his arms and her cunt clamped down on him, so tight, like you couldn’t get a finger in without hurting her. –Shut your eyes, think about your dead granny,– He didn’t actually. He thought about her, Stella, his new woman. He thought about nothing. Blackness, webbed with light. He thought about his cock, which was about to crack apart, with the sexy sounds she was making. Tony half asleep, half sitting on the bouncing bed, looking like he might leave, if he could get up the strength. Wouldn’t meet his eyes. Concentrate on the girl. She was giving him her best. Thrashing her head side to side, eyebrows pulled together, mouth half open. –not yet,–
”Tracy, come now,” Stella said. “Do it, baby, I can’t take no more, I swear,” Her voice broken to bits by that steady driving grind. How could he control himself, all fire and ice, on the edge for so long? Tony had turned back to watch them, with his big innocent eyes, lips parted. “Ooh… Fuck me till you come, Tracy,” she crooned. “I need your come in my cunt…” –Mother, help me take him,– She struggled to free her legs, wrapped them tight around his back, her hands seeking the touch that would put him over.
”Okay,” he gasped, shrieked; “Aah! Okay — oh, god!” And she heard that high, questioning cry, and his orgasm hit him like a freight train, tossing his body about. Caught in the grip of her arms and legs. She hung on for all she was worth as he thundered down on her. Bucking in her arms, whimpering, and at last the second answering cry, and he folded in around her, sobbing.
”Stella, you kicked my ass,” he gasped.
She held him, his body so much lighter than the other, hotter, and sweaty. –I can’t fall in love, I can’t. Mother, keep me from drowning.– She stroked his back, his shuddering flanks. –This sensual maniac, Mother, what am I going to do?–
Tracy stirred in her arms. As if he’d read her thoughts, he said; “Don’t you love me?”
”Mmnn,” she said, non-committally.
”I know you do,” he moved to pull out.
”Don’t,” she said and hugged him back in again.
”See,” he said, wearily triumphant; “You do… That wasn’t just come in your cunt… That was my soul. I poured my soul into your body and you accepted it… You’ve taken me, Stella. I’m yours, now…”
”Ah, shit,” Tony said suddenly. “What are you talking about now, fool? Look, baby,” he said earnestly; “I can’t rap as fast as him, but I love you too, so don’t let him cut me out of your scene.”
Stella made it to the bathroom, to clean up a little. Damn American hotels, with no bidets. She was as tired as Tracy had threatened she’d be. Tracy came into the room, to find her leaning her forehead against the mirror over the wash basin. “I heard you scream,” she said, and smiled wanly.
”Kicked my ass,” he said again. He lifted her up, turning her to perch straddling the basin, just as Tony padded in. Tracy lifted one knee for her, grinning, and made sniffing noises at her thighs. “Stop that,” she said, lazily. The fruit of their labors, how could she be ashamed of her drenched cunt? And, in fact, Tracy seemed intent on celebrating it, putting his mouth to her cunt and sucking at the slime there. He kissed her to transfer some to her mouth. Sweet, and salty. Just right.
”That’s us,” he said, and stepped back, clearly expecting Tony to follow suit.
”Oh, man, that’s nasty,” he objected, and then bent down and, opening his laughing mouth, laid his tongue flat against her clitoris, rolling his eyes up to look at her face. She sighed, and Tony chuckled, a single noise deep in his throat. She reached behind herself to turn on the tap. Tony took the washcloth from her, and lavished hot water on her belly while Tracy held her up, his arm around her shoulders. The two men were silent, both grinning. The room felt peaceful, touched with a sense of mirth barely contained. She took the cloth from Tony and wiped him down, rinsed, and wiped Tracy as well. –Couldn’t I just go down on my knees and worship him? — she thought. –He’d just take it for granted, like a rock-star should.–
Tony hung back as they turned down the bedclothes. “Goodnight, y’all,” he mumbled.
”Get your sweaty body under the covers,” Tracy said firmly. “You want to catch cold?” and Tony promptly obeyed.
”You’re mine, and don’t you forget it,” Tracy said, and curled himself into the girl’s stomach. “Tone’ll find something,” He turned his head for a kiss. From behind her, Tony whispered;
”I don’t want no other scene but you… Don’t cut me out, baby, please.”
Stella felt overwhelmed, and a little depressed, after a night of debauchery. Morning was somewhere behind the hotel room curtains. “I wonder what time it is,” she said, a little sadly.
”Hush now,” Tracy murmured. “Go to sleep, now, we don’t have to do anything till the show tonight, we’re free… And Stella? Do you want to come to San Francisco with me? I talked to Jerry, and there’s room for you.”
He was serious. Stella’s gloom lifted as she thought about it. He shifted at her silence; “I really do want you to come, I’m not bullshitting, honest… Stella?”
”Yeah… Maybe I could take my book with me, do some interviews.”
”Oh, good,” he murmured. Tony, already asleep, rolled onto his back with a snort. She wrapped her arms around Tracy Bell, felt his lips brush her arm.
”Good night, baby… Do you love me?”
”Good night, Tracy,” she said. “I do love you,” But she didn’t, yet, believe it.
