She didn’t say a word. She simply smiled in that wicked way and palmed my breasts. Her mouth delved in the crook of my neck and a burst of moans escaped my lips. I closed my eyes and pushed the screaming, hoots and hollers of the crowd to the back of my mind while her exploration moved lower. Across my shoulder, down to my collarbone, between my tits.
When she lifted my breast to her mouth and sucked on my nipple I came undone. The bars warmed beneath my hands and I held on so tightly my fingers went numb.
I arched my upper body toward her. “Take more in your mouth. Please. More.”
First she nibbled on my areola. Then she sucked it into her mouth, along with a sizable portion of the flesh around it, and circled her tongue around my nipple. Her free hand lifted my other mound and she rolled the knot between her thumb and finger. The crowd’s explosive response drowned out my scream of pleasure.
I couldn’t tolerate this overwhelming need for more. If her purpose was to keep me begging, I’d gladly beg until sunup. But only if she granted me something yummy with each plea.
“Giovanna. Please just do it. My clit is throbbing so badly. Taste me now.”
“This is amazing, so sexy. I thought I could hold off and tease you for an hour but there’s no way.” Thank goodness she started trailing kisses down my belly or I’d be throwing her on the floor and humping her pussy with mine. She squatted, dipped her tongue into my navel and set her line of vision straight between my breasts. Her voice rose over the music and cheers. “What a view. I can see why you’re the most popular stripper in Miami.”
I wiggled my hips and rose on tiptoe to get her mouth closer to my pussy. “Thank you. But for god’s sake, could you just lick me before I explode?”
Giovanna laughed and held my hips still. She rained kisses back and forth from one hip to the other, stopping in the middle to rub her nose just above my pussy and inhale.
“You smell luscious. Perfume and pussy.” Her hand slipped under my thong. I couldn’t hear the ripping sound but the nylon scratched my pelvis and cunt. She tossed the G-string aside, leaving me completely naked.
All I had time to do was gasp before she glided her tongue downward and pushed it through my slit.
“Oh… Wow.” Giddiness overtook me again. My fingers and toes curled.
Gio’s moan vibrated through my cunt. She alternated brushing her tongue over my clit with plunging it into my vagina. But that didn’t last long. Two fingers, then three, filled me. Her mouth remained on my clit while she finger-fucked me. I struggled to keep my eyes open yet I somehow managed to look down and watch her. Rich strands flowed across her back. I got glimpses of her naked breasts, the nipples taut, dark knots.
Our eyes met. The rabid thirst I detected there told me she clearly enjoyed eating pussy. And oh how I enjoyed getting eaten by a woman, eating a woman too as I’d done earlier.
I tangled my fingers in the hair at the back of her head and held her face to my pussy the way she’d done to me in the back room. Her silky strands brushed the insides of my thighs while she did quick flicks over my clit. I couldn’t press her face hard enough against me. My need for an orgasm grew more intense. I wanted her all around me. Inside me.
The image of our lovemaking in the party room flashed in my head. Along with Giovanna’s increasing aggression, it pushed me to the crest. There was no going back. I was going to come right here in front of all these people.
“Eat my cunt.” I moved my hips in a circular motion. Lust drove me to writhe and grind and growl. “Yes. Mmm, fuck yes.”
Frank’s voice sounded off in the distance somewhere. It had that urgent note to it that meant he was about to come too. It didn’t faze me when the warm wetness of his cum splattered my back and ass.
The patrons howled their approval.
He’d jacked off and come. I knew Frank well enough to conclude that Gio’s demand that he leave us alone had made him crazy with horniness.
My own release loomed just out of reach. I couldn’t grip the bar any longer. I held her head with both of my hands and rammed my crotch into her face so violently it had to suffocate her.
Yes, that’s what I needed. To take control of Giovanna and make her make me come.
I growled and slid down the bars, taking her with me while keeping her between my legs. My cum-coated back hit the floor but I barely noticed. Nothing—nothing—could distract me or deprive me of my first woman-on-woman-only orgasm.
The crowd went silent as if to hold their breath, waiting for “the” moment. Or was that my imagination? Was I so focused on Giovanna that an imaginary silence surrounded me, dreamlike and surreal?
It didn’t matter. I was almost there. I held her face to my pussy and she responded by fingering me and licking me faster, almost with brutal force. I rocked my hips and met her thrusts with equal force.
Then I shattered. Completely and utterly shattered and screamed and thrashed on the cage floor. Powerful spasms sent a flood of unbelievable pleasure through my pussy and groin.
When I came down from my high, Gio laid her head on my breasts and panted. Her mouth was glazed with white cream and her eyes with passion. “That was beautiful. You tasted so yummy.”
Clapping and cheers rang out.
Frank was back on his knees, peering through the bars, gripping them white-knuckled. Sweat shimmered over his neck and face, his hair damp. “Son of a bitch. Get your asses out of there. Now. I’m taking you home with me and I’m going to fuck the hell out of both of you.”
I held Gio to my breasts, loving the softness of her body against mine, the leather of her lower dress dragging over my soaked pussy. We both burst out in a boisterous giggle that mingled with the whistles and chattering.
Then it finally hit me. Was this what had been missing in my life?
We helped each other off the floor. I peered over the crowd where Starla swung around the pole. Her eyes shifted our way. She had a scowl on her pretty face, and rightly so because her stage had maybe three or four people around it. Not two hours ago I’d been on that very stage with practically the whole club swarming around me but I’d been so bored to tears and wondering what that sense of emptiness was inside me.
So I’d been surrounded by hot chicks for over a year now here at Puss ’N Tush and it had taken me this long to realize I wanted a woman in my life?
Huh. Flabbergasting.
Does this mean I’m bisexual?
I combed my fingers through my hair and mumbled to myself, just low enough so Gio couldn’t hear me. “Dammit, I’m so confused. Is this just play, experimentation or for real?”
Well there was only one way to find out. Keep it up. Test myself.
I thought of Frank and our marriage, how I’d been such a selfish bitch and totally screwed him over.
A warm sensation flooded my chest, recalling how he’d fucked me in the party room. Only now my pulse skipped a beat thinking of him watching me and Gio make love in front of him with a huge and rowdy crowd observing us. I’d enjoyed teasing him and getting back that feeling of being in his life again even if it had been while I’d eaten pussy for the first time in my life.
But could I tolerate watching him touch Giovanna, kiss her, make love to her? I chewed on my lip. I admitted I wanted to be able to make love to her, but I didn’t want him to do the same.
My gaze met Frank’s through the bars that had separated him from me and Giovanna. Something passed between us though I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Did he still have feelings for me? Did he still love me?
He swung his gaze to Gio. Envy ruined that special moment. I scanned her perfection. Yes. She was hot as hell and Frank definitely had eyes for her too.
“Crap. I’ve lost him.” And I’ve also lost myself. What the hell is wrong with me?
Chapter Five
The three of us stumbled through Frank’s apartment door in a tangle of limbs and torn clothes. Jazmine’s musky fragrance wafted from behind me while Frank’s faint cologne fill
ed my nostrils as I kissed his throat and jaw.
“Damn, you two drove me out of my fucking mind. Cruel to do that to me.” He guided us to his bedroom where we fell together on the comforter. He kissed me deeply, his lips tender but commanding. The flavor of whiskey flowed over my tongue, giving me a buzz resembling a good drunk.
Or could the overindulgence feeling be due to Jaz’s curves pressed along my back and Frank’s hard frame beneath me?
Of course it was.
Excitement overwhelmed me. Butterflies tickled my belly. My fantasy of being sandwiched would happen in minutes, before this late night broke into dawn.
Frank pulled Jazmine toward him. Her face perched over my shoulder and her breasts pressed into my upper back, warming my bare flesh. Then he gave her the same long kiss as he’d given me.
He came up for air. “But hell if it didn’t get me going. You can’t get out of it now. Uh-uh. I’m having you this time. Both of you.”
I giggled and licked his lips. “Even after jacking off in front of everyone and um…taking it to completion?”
“Hey don’t forget about me. I’m right here.” Jaz rubbed her pussy against my rump and bit the nape of my neck.
Moist heat coated my mound. I quivered at the slight pain of the bite. “Oh I definitely know that.”
Frank pushed us off him and we rolled together across the bed. “Wait. I forgot. I have a surprise. They’re brand new.” He got up and sauntered naked across the room. His stiff cock pressed into his taut stomach when he bent and riffled through a dresser drawer.
Jaz moaned while I played with her nipples. “Mmm, I love surprises.”
“As if I didn’t know that already.” He set a box on the bed. It resembled a miniature pirate’s chest with leather straps and an iron clasp.
I scrambled to my knees. Jazmine did the same. The latch was tight but I fiddled with it until it came loose. The lid squeaked when I lifted it.
Jaz and I gasped in unison.
“Whoa.”
“Wow.”
It was filled with flavored tubes of lube, standard vibrators, strap-ons, clit butterflies, kegel balls, anal toys, ass plugs, chin and regular dildos and double dongs. And a few anomalous items I’d never seen before.
Frank folded his arms. “Well what do ya think?”
Jaz lifted a strap-on from the box. The harnesses were leather-studded but the dick wasn’t really a dick at all. It was thin, rippled and only about three to four inches long. “I think it’s time to party.”
Party wasn’t the word for it. I needed to bypass all that celebration nonsense and get on with the sex. Desperation for a quick finale drove me to reach down, push two fingers through Jaz’s slit and sink them inside her.
The sound that tore from her throat resonated through the room. Her eyelids closed and fluttered opened. She gripped the bedcovers and stared at the ceiling, panting and thrusting her hips upward in quick motions.
I went wild finger-fucking her. My pussy muscles and rectum contracted. The image of Frank’s cock filling my cunt and Jazmine entering my ass with this toy turned me on like crazy. I fought to breathe.
“Oh my god.” I pulled my fingers out of Jazmine’s pussy. “My double-team fantasy with a man and woman. It’s really going to happen.”
Frank chose a tube of lube and set the box aside. “Damn right. That was the plan.”
“Well what are we waiting for?” Jazmine giggled and secured the anal strap-on around her waist and between her legs with the narrow rear belt up the crack of her ass. The thin contraption hugged her perfect body.
My clitoris swelled. So fucking sexy.
Frank flipped the lube cap open. He squeezed a glob into his hand and lobbed the tube across the bed. His eyes glittered. He stared at me and palmed his cock, a slurping noise sounding in the room.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to get off in seconds. We’re gonna blanket your hot little body front and back until you scream and come over and over and over.”
For a brief moment I regarded Jazmine’s expression. Was that a flash of jealousy in her eyes?
I shivered, not caring. My fantasy was all that mattered. It drove me to ignore her and play with my clit. Pleasure rippled in my pelvis and through my body all the way to my toes, fingers and nipples. The nubs tightened. My mouth watered. Warm cream trickled from my vagina.
“I cannot wait. Let’s do it. Now,” I said.
Jaz squirted lube in her hand and slathered it onto the slender anal penis. What a turn-on to see a chick with a cock toy belted around her. It mixed male with female, and that made me crazy-horny.
She slid her arm around my waist, drew me close and lifted my breast with her other hand. Her mouth closed over the knot but she avoided licking it.
“Jesus. I’m so ready for this.” Frank massaged his penis and watched us with an expression of torture on his face.
I pressed my finger to my lips. “Shh. Wait your turn.”
A long moan sounded in his throat. He closed his eyes and jerked on his cock faster.
The warmth and dampness of Jazmine’s tongue circled the skin surrounding the edge of my areola. I whimpered, longing for the moment her tongue would touch the sensitive tip. It seemed to take forever. My nipples burned. Finally a wet, rigid flutter teased my nipple. She followed that by biting down with perfect gentleness that only a woman would know.
The cry of ecstasy that flowed from my lips added to my yearning. It sounded sexy and wild with hunger. I tangled my fingers in her hair and nestled her closer. “Ah. That feels so good. But I can’t wait any longer. I want you both inside me.”
I pushed her away, noticing a switch on the flat area of the strap-on.
Ah, it vibrates. I’m definitely going to “come over and over and over” as Frank said.
Frank set a knee on the bed. He fell to the mattress, pulling us down with him. “Son of a bitch, this is every man’s dream.”
His greasy cock brushed my thigh. I’d had it in me so many times I couldn’t count but this time would be different. At the same time I’d have my ass stimulated by Jazmine.
“Let’s go, baby. Do it to me now.” I reached across Frank and fisted my hand in Jaz’s hair. My nipple grazed his. He hissed and cursed under his breath. I pulled Jaz closer. Her eyes sparkled but when she gave Frank a sidelong look, something else sparked in them—was it hesitation and that same gleam of jealousy I’d detected earlier?
Actually I didn’t care if it was one, the other or both. I wanted what I wanted and that included her and him. Besides, he was mine, not hers. She’d had her chance with him during their marriage, and according to Frank she’d screwed that up by digging him into an abyss of debt.
So I gave a mental shrug and captured her mouth with mine before she could speak up and protest or have time to change her mind.
Jazmine’s sweet flavor flowed over my tongue just as it had at the club. Wow she was such a sexpot. I could understand if Frank still had feelings for her, and I totally got why she’d been named Puss ’N Tush’s star stripper. Good for her. Good for the customers.
But at the moment she was mine. Not Frank’s, not anybody’s but mine. I owned them both.
With her mouth still sealed to mine I stepped a knee over Frank and straddled him. I lifted my butt so I didn’t rub the lube off his penis. I needed it to fill me without resistance. The thought of them both entering me, exploring my asshole and cunt at the same time with the slickness on their cocks was partly what had spurred me to reach for Jaz so I could kiss her again.
The other part was of course being in control of them both all at once. Being the star of the show instead of Jazmine.
The head of Frank’s penis pushed through my slit and probed my cunt. The sensual combination of kissing a woman while a cock poised at my vaginal opening completely aroused me. I sat up and pulled Jaz closer, rubbing my pussy up and down Frank’s shaft. He hissed at the same moment Jaz’s moan vibrated against my lips. I moaned too,
impatient to have her tits pressed on my back and that toy buried inside me.
“Come here. Get behind me.” I pulled on Jazmine’s arm and studied the juncture between my legs. As Jazmine got into position, she slid the anal toy along Frank’s cock. “Such a turn-on.”
Frank cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. His eyes were glazed with longing but I noticed how his gaze shifted over my shoulder. To check out Jazmine, no doubt.
Whatever.
“Mm-hm, it is.” He squeezed my breasts and urged me down for a quick kiss. “I didn’t think a cock rubbing over mine could ever be my thing but damn if it ain’t hot as hell.”
I laughed, reached for Jaz’s hands and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Hug me. Rub those nice big tits over my back and bury that thing in my ass.”
She tucked her chin in the nape of my neck. “Frank, honey, get inside her before I do. I want to hear that sound you always make when you sink it all the way in just like you did with me tonight at the club.”
Honey? Oh please.
“You got it, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart? This is starting to make me sick.
Really, it didn’t matter to me. Even though they still seemed to have some sort of emotional connection he was mine no matter how much she—or he—might think otherwise. For now I had to see what a double-penetration orgasm would feel like with a man and a woman.
And I needed her for that whether these two had feelings for each other or not.
“Damn, you two are going to make me blow before we even finish.” He took my hips in his hands and lifted me so the tip of his cock probed my pussy. By this time my cunt was so wet I didn’t need the lube but I’d take it anyway.
All the more nasty and hot.
I had little time to savor that thought. Frank slammed me down on his cock. A scream tore from my throat. I didn’t expect him to impale me in one motion. It took me by complete surprise so I slapped my hands onto his hard pecs to steady myself.
The tip of his penis put pressure on my G-spot and the girth of the base grazed my clitoris. The distant climax teased me but I relaxed my pussy muscles to control it. I held my breath. If I let it out I feared I’d come before Jaz even got the butt toy inside me.
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