by Zane
“Daddy, I wanna taste you. Put it in my mouth,” Jordan said, pulling away from him. She brought herself to a sitting position and teased his dick with her tongue ring. She showed him a mass of white saliva on the tip her tongue.
“Here,” he said, stuffing his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked his cock and licked the length like it was a chocolate Popsicle.
Get the fifteen dollars, I silently cheered. But Jordan wasn’t thinking about that. She was thinking about the hard dick in her mouth and the slime that trickled down her chin. Grabbing his cock like a prize, she eagerly licked the head in circular motions as she jerked it. Her snakelike tongue flitted about, teasing the base of his dick.
“That’s right, suck my big cock, baby. Suck me good,” James muttered.
“Damn right, I’m gonna suck it,” she said with her mouth full of cock.
“Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, baby. My balls are filling up!”
“Not yet, Daddy. I haven’t licked them yet. Lay on your back,” she said, dropping his dick from her mouth.
She licked and sucked each nut before putting the whole sac in her mouth. She juggled his balls with her tongue, but before he could cum, she sat on his face. Told him to stroke his dick, which I knew he was accustomed to, and he stroked it while eating her young pussy better than he ever did mine.
“Yes, Daddy! You’re a good Daddy. Eat me, Daddy!”
That was my cue. In a few short moments, Jordan would be screaming for mercy and so would James, and I wanted to be with Harry when it happened. I went back to the guest room and fucked myself frantically with the tip of Harry’s dick. Little did they know, we came in unison that night.
After the second month of intense fucking, I permanently gave up my spot in the bedroom to stay in the guest room with Harry. It wasn’t a big deal. The way I saw it, this was a special time in Jordan’s and James’s lives and I was too much of a woman to stand in the middle of that. As a grown-ass woman who had already paid off her house, I certainly wasn’t going to leave, but I didn’t have to sleep in the master bedroom.
Toward the end of Jordan’s seventh month, the fucking stopped cold—like a witch’s titty. It really wasn’t none of my business except I was nosy and horny. In truth, as long as Jordan got to her doctor’s appointments and ate every day, my job was done. And as long as she cooked, cleaned, ironed, and fucked James, her job was done, and I didn’t feel guilty in the least. I had earned the right to sit around and collect my retirement check and gossip on the phone about her. But the energy in the house was different when they weren’t fucking. I had grown accustomed to fucking Harry while they went at it. Their drought was affecting my sex life.
Secretly watching and hearing my husband make love all those months made me attracted to him all over again. Sure, I was a little jealous that he was more passionate with her than he ever was with me, but in honesty, I knew I didn’t have young pussy. That didn’t mean I wanted them to stop, so I called Jordan into my room one day to try to find a solution.
“I don’t know what happened, Miss Emma. I think he’s afraid of hurting the baby.”
“That’s bullshit. Any doctor will tell you that sex eases the delivery.”
“Well, maybe he doesn’t know that. You sure you ain’t mad? I mean, you talk about him like he’s not your husband.”
“He’s our husband, dear. Remember that,” I said.
“Okay.” She thought for a moment. “Maybe he ain’t attracted to me because of the extra weight.”
“If so, he got a nerve! He ain’t no Billy Blanks!”
“Maybe not, but I still care about how he sees me.”
“Chile, you fine! Have confidence in yourself! Other than that, how ya feeling?”
“Okay, except…well, you said I could confide in you about anything, so here goes. Miss Emma, these days, I been feeling real horny. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or what, but I try to masturbate sometimes and can’t finish ’cause I get embarrassed that James is laying right there. I don’t know what to do.”
“Your milk come in yet?”
“Just the clear stuff.”
“Lay back,” I instructed. “Since we women have to stick together, I’m gonna help you out this time, but don’t you tell nobody about this.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I shook my head at myself, thinking I should be ashamed of what I was about to do. I had been watching Jordan’s sexy ass for eight long months and knew she was a good fuck. I wanted to try her out for myself. Why should James have all the fun?
“Close your eyes,” I said, sliding my hand up her nightgown. I tickled her clitoris till her pussy secreted, then I pushed three fingers inside. Being conscious of the baby, I didn’t go too deep, just deep enough to make her moan. I kissed her neck while her eyes were still closed. Stuck my tongue in her mouth. Our tongues swirled like chocolate and vanilla pudding. I groped her swollen titties but she was shy about touching mine. Finally, I got to tongue-fucking her pussy.
“Shit, Miss Emma, that feels good!”
I licked her cunt faster.
“Shit, Miss Emma! Oh, shit!”
I made slurping noises as I lapped her cunt, which added to both of our excitement.
“I wanna watch you eat my pussy, Miss Emma,” Jordan said, opening her eyes. When she saw my tits, she snatched them into her mouth and sucked them like a starving child while she played with my kitty.
“You don’t have to do that. I want you to cum,” I said.
“But you’ve been so good to me, Miss Emma. I gotta lick your pussy in return.”
I gasped as her tongue ring met my flesh and traced the inside of my pussy lips.
“Eat me,” I moaned, holding her face between my legs. I writhed as she sucked my bulging clit. Watched as she finger-fucked herself and licked the juices off her fingers. Next, she grabbed Harry from the nightstand, sucked him, and put him at the entrance to my pussy.
“Do you like sucking and fucking my husband?” I asked, maneuvering my cunt onto Harry.
“Yes, I love his giant cock and how he fucks all my holes.”
“Fuck me like he fucks you,” I said, gyrating on Harry.
“Do you think you can handle it?” she asked, twisting Harry deeper into my hole. She fucked me in long, hard strokes, then in short, soft ones while licking my clit.
“Yeah, fuck me, eat me!” I shouted before succumbing to orgasm.
“My turn,” I said, snatching Harry out her hand. He was still wet with my juices but I shoved him in her pussy anyhow. When she had enough of him, she mounted me. We rubbed our pussies together while her humongous titties flapped over my mouth. I reached for her nipples with my lips, like a seal, not caring that milk squirted out.
“Tasty,” I said, squeezing her ass like I owned it. I stuck my thumb in her asshole while she squealed in delight. Finally, we got in sixty-nine position on our sides and lapped each other’s cunt.
“Oh, shit, Miss Emma! I’m cumming!” she exclaimed.
“Now tell me if this shit ain’t better than fucking lame James!”
Having sex with Jordan didn’t solve the problem though. A pregnant woman still needed affection from her man to make the energy in the household right.
The plan was to wait until he got ready to call an escort, which we both knew he was doing, and present him with a cheaper option.
“Uh, James,” I said, in that tone that made him scared.
“What’s happening?” he asked, reminding me of that seventies sitcom.
“What’s happening is you’re about to have a baby soon and his mother needs attention.”
“I do give her attention. I say ‘Good morning’ and ‘Good night.’”
“I ain’t gonna let you be a deadbeat, James. You got her pregnant, now she needs sex, and lots of it. Hell, I recently realized that I need sex, too.”
“Well, what you want me to do?” he asked, looking from Jordan to me.
“Go in
the room and get naked, James. Be waiting on the bed.”
When he left, I removed Jordan’s shirt, stroked her round belly, and kissed it as we sank into the couch. We tongue-kissed as I fondled her clit. I drank from her breasts as I unfastened my clothes.
“We’re gonna make him want you,” I said, grabbing her by the hand. “Let’s go in the room and face our man.”
James’s dick sprung like a plant when he saw our naked bodies—the one of the old lover he had fallen for so many years ago, and the one of the young lover that was carrying his child. We got in bed on either side of him. He reached for her first but I didn’t mind. While he hungrily sucked her tits, I greedily placed my mouth over his erect penis. His semen was so sweet I wanted to scoop some up to bake with.
He moaned as I deep-throated him, and she moaned as he squeezed her ass. Unable to wait, I mounted my husband and rode him while Jordan took up licking my ass and his balls.
“Fuck, Emma! Your pussy is so good,” James moaned.
“Yes, James! Shit, Jordan!” I returned. Her warm mouth felt delightful on my ass as I pounced on my husband’s sturdy cock.
We switched positions. I ate Jordan’s pussy from behind, rubbing her belly as it hung low, while James slid his manhood in and out of me doggie-style. I almost came right then. But being the woman I am, I had to remind James that this session was about him making Jordan feel good, not me, so he laid her on her side and put lubricant on her anus. He slid his cock in her ass, placed his hands around her belly, and grunted as he butt-fucked her.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” she cried. He placed his thumb on her clit but I pushed it aside so I could do it. I lay on my side facing her. As he moved in and out of her ass, Jordan and I kissed deeply and explored each other’s body.
“I need my dick sucked,” James said, kneeling between us. We took turns jerking and sucking his cock until it glistened with saliva.
“Fuck me, James,” I moaned as he slid his cock in my ass. Not even Harry could work me like that.
James took turns fucking us doggie-style, rubbing Jordan’s belly all the while. Eventually, we went back to sucking his cock, and he came hard, rubbing the jism on our tits and lips. I took pleasure in being the one who swallowed the bulk of his cum.
While Jordan and I continued to make love, James got it up again. He plugged his dick in my pussy, making me cum as Jordan sat on my face, letting me lick her twat.
Seconds later, her orgasm sent her into labor. After her six weeks of celibacy, we were at it again. We don’t see nothing wrong with an intimate triangle. And as for Harry, I hate to say it, but he don’t live here no more.
Beauty
Wanda D. Hudson
His appearance is massive, but he has a subtle mood about him that pacifies me. Every time he emerges I get weak, so weak my limbs can’t stabilize me. He shows himself in times of passion—times when I summon him to act—times when I need him to take me in and soothe me.
No one knows of the affection I have for him. The first time I saw him I knew he had to become mine. He’s my aphrodisiac. Every hour he fills my mind and I can’t concentrate, can’t react. My thoughts stop. Beauty—the only name that does him justice. He is my on-and-off switch that decides when I should operate and then shut down. I don’t care that he owns me. I gave myself to him willingly, from the inside out.
The first time Beauty and I were introduced I was caught off guard. We were chatting, as we had always done for the last few months. For some reason my chat buddy decided that I was ready. If I had been asked first, I would have said that I wasn’t prepared. The sight of him was too overwhelming. I was speechless and in awe. Since our first encounter I have craved his presence. I beg for him to come near. Perfection kissed my face when we met.
Was he a hallucination? There was nothing in my world to compare Beauty to. Up until him my existence had been composed of tattered shambles and noise. Too much noise for me to comprehend anything feasible. And suddenly he surfaced. Big. Bold. Aggressive. The frame that surrounded him had to fight to keep him from bursting out. My eyes bucked slowly, my mouth hung long. Everything that circled me stopped. Silence. He made me take notice. To him I’ll pay my dues.
A sweet shock hugged me. I was a bit embarrassed but I couldn’t turn away from the view. I had to have him. I reached to caress him and felt him through the screen. Ahh…a love affair was born. My fingers exuded energy as I clicked my keyboard. I was no typist but I felt that the faster I plucked, the closer he would come to me. The delusion I had of once stroking one hundred words a minute surpassed me. My heart pulsed as I asked why that wonderful specimen was kept closed in.
wlv: Whoa!!!! Where did that come from???
jrb: lol
wlv: No, seriously…where do you keep all of that?
jrb: lol u r hilarious. I keep it in my pants
wlv: How do you walk? Does it stick out?
jrb: lol I wear tight underwear when I go out and when I stay home I wear boxers
wlv: How long is it? Do condoms fit?
jrb: 12 inches
wlv: Get outta here! That’s a lotta meat!!!
jrb: stop it! lol
wlv: I can’t help it! That thang is PURTY! LOL
jrb: well, u know u can have it anytime
My entire body coursed with sexual stimulation. Pedicured toes tapped the floor, twitching rapidly. Then legs tensed. Looking down, I realized those out-of-sync body parts belonged to me. I panicked, floated, then came back down to earth. Thankfully we were on the computer and he couldn’t see how shook he had me. Pacing was the only thing I could do to regain my composure. Long strides took me around the room in circles. Racewalking was never one of my favorite sports, but I kept striding as if someone were on my tail. Noticing my lit-up message box caused me to huff a bit more. Deep breaths did nothing to send my jitters away. I took slow, guarded steps back to the computer.
jrb: u there?
wlv: Yeah. I had to get something to drink.
jrb: so r u gonna answer me?
wlv: Answer what?
jrb: I said u can have it anytime. u want it?
wlv: BRB
All of that could belong to me? My chat buddy was born with a gift of a god. Control slid from my body. Sensations raced through my veins. I was near fainting and ran to splash water on my face. Appropriate behavior would have no place in my life if Beauty tantalized me. Once I passed the thoughts of temptations and indulged in the actual act, he could never be with another.
wlv: Hey, I gotta run. Will you be on later?
jrb: for u sure
Would this work? I was undeniably interested. He had me in the palm of his soul. A quick, simple flash of a photo made my every essence become soft, claylike putty. My heart was his. It was too early to let on that I had come apart upon the sight of such exquisite splendor. Somehow, some way, I had to make him want me. Beauty had to come inside and not leave. He needed to know that I was the key to his new home.
For the next two days I purposely didn’t log on to Instant Messenger. I did, however, wake up in the wee hours of the morning to check to see if he’d sent me any off-line messages. My insides shuffled and then sank when I saw that they didn’t miss me like I feened for them.
In all of my misleading previous relationships I had fallen prey to what I thought was an ever-conquering love. Sex had always been a demon in disguise to me. Sex used my body to deceive my mind into believing I was in love. When my body wasn’t satisfied, the demon backed away. At this moment my head was clouded with confusion in relation to Beauty. I fulfilled my sexual fantasies simply by looking at him. The intense stimulation of twelve hard inches of man delving deep into my canal had never before been done. My body would be loose and uninhibited to all of the things he requested of me.
Every night I envision him in my sleep. He walks toward me in a lavish manner, with Beauty leading the way. Beauty carries himself like a stallion. He is a pedigree that comes in second place to none. The ribbons I want t
o wrap around his winning form are gold and red and midnight blue. Best in show will be his only moniker. Oscars, Golden Globes, or SAG Awards aren’t allowed in his presence. Those statues are awarded for pretending to be something you imagine. His performances are real and satisfying. A script is never printed for him to follow. He takes the lead and directs you in the role of your lifetime. And this happens only in my dreams.
My “playing hard to get” game ended before I even had a grasp on the rules. It was 3:47 in the morning and I waved the white flag. I had woken myself up, yet again, with a drenched dream about Beauty. They had come to my place and used lace scarves to secure my arms and legs to my bedposts. He stood over me as Beauty steered him to a warm, wet place that he could rest in after he drained all that held it confined. My own screams of pleasure awoke me in a lusty sweat, and I ran to the computer to find my savior.
I began typing a heated email, which gave them directions to my home and my telephone number. Before clicking the send button I logged on to see if he’d left me a message. They were online.
wlv: Hey U…
jrb: sup sexy
wlv: What have you been up to?
jrb: I’ve been thinking about u. I feel bad for turning u off like that.
wlv: What are you talking about?
jrb: u know, showin u my stuff like that.
wlv: Are you serious?
jrb: yeah. I mean, u never answered me. I thought I made you uncomfortable
wlv: No, I wasn’t uncomfortable. I like your stuff very much!
jrb: lol
wlv: By the way…uh, how is he doing?
jrb: lol he’s fine. missing u
Here was my chance to work the magic pass that I was dealt. I wanted them to be a constant source of gratification in my life. Beauty’s partner was fine. His body was chiseled. My lips needed to roam his six-pack and savor each drop he allowed me to taste. He told me he stood six feet even, which would only heighten the experience for my five-feet-eight-inch frame. This was the man I wanted. Single, sexy, and trying his best to get some of me.
