The First Night Of Mardi Gras Part II

This story assumes you have read part one. As we moved away from the walk up bar and toward the train station/museum it was something after 1:30am. Although it was still quite warm, or perhaps because of it, a fairly heavy fog was rolling in and mist hung heavy in the air. This left everything wet and kind of surreal. I recall the antique street lights had a glowing aura about them which imparted a peach colored atmosphere for us to walk through. As we moved away from the center of the Strand with it?s lights and bands, we encountered fewer and fewer people. This combined with the fog and mist made us feel increasingly isolated. I recall the outline of the train station less than a block away and the single exposed light bulb over the door of a crummy bar next door. As we stumbled aimlessly Tammy and Linda started making noises about how late it was and how we should be heading back to the hotel for the night. I may be biased but I thought they were just tired of being shown up by Jeena. Jeff and Ken were ambivalent but followed their wives when they turned back. I followed and thought we were about done for the night. When you have had as much to drink as we had, you get a form of tunnel vision which was exacerbated by the fog and mist. After walking a half block or so bursa escort I looked first to one side and then the other and discovered that Jeena was NOT walking with the rest of us. I spun around rather unsteadily to see her almost disappearing into the fog. She had not changed course when the rest of us turned back. Of course I could not leave her behind so I told the friends we would catch up and turned to follow Jeena. She was not walking very fast but I still was unable to gain much ground on her because I was not in great shape either. As she reached the front of the train station I was about fifty yards behind her when I saw her swerve to the left in the direction of the single light bulb above the door to the bar. At first I thought she was after another drink which she really did not need. As I drew nearer though I could see that three black guys had emerged from the bar and they were her target. A combination of dread and excitement came over me when I saw what was shaping up. What would she do? What would they do? What could I do anyway? I trailed her by about twenty yards when I heard her offer to show her tits for beads. The lead guy who was very tall (6?6? at least) with a thin muscled basketball body said, ?I aint need to see yo tits and I aint bursa escort bayan got no fuckin beads?. Jeena then offered to show her pussy which caused the guy to pause and glance at his friends. The other guys (a Biggy Big sort of guy something over 300# and a small guy with dreadlocks) shook their heads and smiled. No one seemed to take notice of me as I lingered nervously at the edge of the scene. He then reached down the neck of his T-shirt and pulled out a chain with a small silver vile attached. He said,? I give you some of this and you suck my dick?. He didn?t really state it as a request but rather as an order. Jeena looked up at this man more than a foot taller than she and nodded her head. He unscrewed the top of the vile which exposed a tiny silver spoon, gave her some, and she staggered from the impact. He took her shoulders with both hands to steady her and to position her on her knees in front of him. Now she was in her element. She unzipped his fly, reached inside, and pulled out this horse sized cock. Even though it was hardly half erect, his cock was bigger around than Jeena?s wrist and she could only just get the head of it in her mouth. As she started working him, he closed his eyes and got a far away but determined look on his escort bursa face. She licked her hands and started jacking and sucking his really astonishing tool. Soon his cock was a full foot long with a purple bulbous head and he was starting to look like he would have something to feed her before long. I was leaning against the dumpster to the side of the bar and had a good side view of both of them. I thought,?OK, she will suck him off and we will be on our way?. Still none of them had acknowledged my presence or existence for that matter. Soon he opened his eyes, scanned past me to the other side of the dumpster where some broken down cardboard boxes were wedged between the dumpster and the wall. He turn his head to the Rastafarian guy and said? take one of them flats and lay it down there?, indicating a place on the ground which would not be very visible from the street. Taking her shoulders in his hands, he stood her up and moved her over to the flat on the ground and sat her down on it. It?s funny what you remember at times like these. I remember that her knees were almost black with water and grime from the street. He laid her back on the flat, dropped between her legs, and prepared to give her what would have to be the fuck of a life time. The spit he put on his fingers and then on the head of his dick would be the closest thing to lube or a condom she was going to see that night. When he entered her he gave her the courtesy of exactly three half strokes before burying it to the balls with one hard thrust.