This is the third in the series of Cindy Lou's sexual adventures in New York. For additional background, see the first two stories.
On Saturday morning, Cindy Lou slept late. She expected to attend her first sex party with Amanda, her roommate, that evening and wanted to rest up for what she hoped would be some strenuous activity. Although there were a few feelings of what might be called "performance anxiety", mostly she was really looking forward to some great fun and was confident her good looks and sexual skills would be much more than adequate.
When she finally did get up and go to the kitchen for coffee, Mandy was there with some bad news and some better news. "Brad, the guy who was supposed to host the party tonight, was suddenly called out of town because his mother is sick. The party had to be canceled but I can still call a couple of guys and have them come over this afternoon, if you're interested."
"I sure am. How many? Will there be some black guys?"
"I'll try to get four. They don't like it if there are too many more men than there are women. Would it bother you if some of them were black?"
"Not at all. In fact, that would be even better. I told you about sucking off the bus driver and how much I liked it. I want some more action like that."
Cindy Lou didn't get everything she wanted that day. All of the four men that came over that afternoon and left their coats and shoes and socks in the closet, were white, and none of them was particularly sweaty, at least not when they arrived. Even so, when she was introduced to them, knowing what was going to start happening in a few minutes, her pussy was already lubricating. All of them were eager to experience the new woman Amanda had described, especially so when they saw how blonde and sexy she was and heard her Southern accent.
The introductions were made while all six people were standing between the two mattresses. Along with all the pillows, they had been dragged into the living room before the arrival of the men, and condoms and towels had been left easily available. Amanda and the friends she partied with believed in safe sex and liked all the action to happen in a group. They had no desire for privacy, considering the public nature of the partying to add to the fun. This was more than okay with Cindy Lou. That was the kind of sex party she had gotten used to in Alabama and that she enjoyed the most, with all the men trading places, especially when two or three of the places were hers.
The handshakes between her and the men were the last formal thing that happened that day, and each was followed by a deep kiss, always with mouths open. Just before breaking off her kiss, with the fourth visitor, a handsome, black-haired man named Jason, Cindy Lou reached down and gently pressed her hand against his crotch. She was elated at the size of the cock there, and was even happier to feel it stiffen as she fondled him. Eagerly, she dropped to her knees so she could unfasten and pull down Jason's pants. His underwear followed, and Cindy Lou smiled lewdly at the stiff cock that popped free, aiming at her face.
Before taking it between her lips, she held it gently in her hands and licked the man's crotch and around his balls to the base of his cock. Jason's skin felt good against her tongue and she liked its slightly salty and musky taste. She continued, licking along the underside of his balls, holding each testicle briefly between her lips while her tongue caressed it. When she reached the front of his balls, she held his cock against her face and caressed it with her cheek while she licked. "That feels good," she told herself. It'll feel even better in my mouth and in my pussy.
That wouldn't happen just yet, though. First her tongue stroked the underside from its base to the ridge and gently probed against the slit in the head of the stiff cock. All around the ridge she licked, and then back down the shaft, as she turned her head to let her tongue fondle the sides. Cindy Lou reveled in the firm roundness of Jason's cock and the tightness of the skin. She had been on her knees and leaning back against her heels but when she was ready to take it into her mouth, she rose up to allow it to pass straight between her lips.
As Cindy Lou was enveloping Jason's cock in her mouth, she felt another man's fingers, she didn't know whose, fumbling with the buttons on the front of her blouse. As she slowly stroked the shaft in her mouth and laved it with her tongue, she reached her arms back so the man could remove the garment and when it was off, his hands went around her, fondling her breasts and gently tweaking her erect nipples. Although his identity was still unknown, it was obvious his hands knew their way around a woman's body.
Those educated hands left Cindy Lou's breasts and unzipped her skirt. Both the women had been wearing only skirts and blouses, just enough to wear when they answered the door and for the men to take off them, with nothing at all underneath to get in the way. As the skirt slid down her thighs, she raised one knee at a time so it could be removed. Naked, the way she most enjoyed being at sex parties like this one, Cindy Lou still knelt in front of Jason with her hands on his hips, but removed his cock from her mouth in order to make a suggestion.
"Why don't you lie down so I can enjoy sucking your nice, big cock even more? It'll be more fun for you too," she suggested to Jason, smiling prettily and looking up at him with her blue eyes.
Cindy Lou hoped he would lie down. They would both have more fun in that position and she would be able to lean forward on her hands and knees, giving access to her pussy to the man behind her. What she most wanted was for him to lie on his back and slide between her legs. Juices were already trickling down her thighs and she had an urgent desire to feel a tongue sluicing them up, followed by stroking her pussy until she climaxed. Cindy Lou expected to cum several times that day and she always liked the first one to be from someone's tongue.