Succulent

by Zane

  “Yeah, that sounds good. But, what about not answering my cell?”

  “We were upstairs and you left your phone downstairs when you took off your coat. Okay?”

  “Thanks, Monica! I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re always there when I need you.”

  Evette rushed out the door to go home to John, hoping that he would believe her. She was so nervous she was shaking as she put her key in the ignition. Here goes, she thought as she began driving home.

  Head of the Class

  B. F. Redd

  I had finally accomplished my goal. I had graduated from college summa cum laude, and I had been published in a well-respected journal. I had spent the last four years with my nose to the grindstone, and as a result my social life had suffered. Sad to say, I only counted as my friends my fellow bookish classmates whom I had also been in a type of competition with ever since we had found one another in the same section of the library our freshman year. Yes, it would be safe for anyone to assume that party animals we were not. But full-ride scholarships are not to be squandered, even by “brainiacs” such as myself. So I worked my tail off and made my parents and instructors proud.

  This was going to be the beginning of a new chapter in my life, so I thought about the conclusion of the last one. From now on I would be sought after and traveling in more sophisticated circles, so I might not ever have such a moment of freedom again. I would soon be working my way up some career ladder, trying to burst through a glass ceiling or two. After that, or maybe even during, I would do the whole family thing. But to find Mr. Right, I needed to open myself to some new skill sets. I figured this would be my one last chance to do what everyone wanted to do as soon as he or she got to college: have a wild sexcapade!

  In anticipation of this goal I came up with a little wager between two of my closer friends and me. These guys, while a bit geeky, were trustworthy and cute as hell; they just didn’t realize that they were fine. So, knowing that I had this great thesis in the works, I proposed that whichever of us graduated at the top of our class, that person would have the other two as slaves for a day. Since we would all be moving away, they assumed that I meant as workhorses to help the winner pack up and load trucks. Well, I guess you could say we did move some furniture.

  We found out a couple of days before the ceremony that I was indeed the best in class. I realized that word had spread when they tried to turn around when I approached them on the quad.

  “Going somewhere, boys?” I called to them sweetly.

  Ted and David both stopped in their tracks. With a feigned resignation they turned around and started back toward me. Ted was the taller of the two. His body was thin and kind of sinewy. The best part was his skin, smooth as silk and obsidian in color. He could be the poster boy for the phrase black is beautiful. His smile was easy to appear and captivating in its brightness. His long fingers danced over piano keys and computer keyboards with a grace that made me wonder what else they could play well.

  Dave was the polar opposite in shades of blackness, yet turned me on equally. He was a tasty Red Bone straight out of New Orleans. Toffee-colored skin with expressive green eyes and a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. He wore his clothes kind of big, almost to the point of being sloppy. After being around him all this time, I knew that his body wasn’t soft underneath them. Though he worked out regularly, a routine inspired by high school bullies, Dave was almost embarrassed by his physique. He thought people wouldn’t take him seriously if they saw how great his body was. It was my plan to let him know that he could be a physicist and a hottie at the same time. They looked as if they were heading to the gallows as they approached. Little did they know that, by the end of the week, they would be grateful that they had lost this bet.

  Ted was the first to speak. “Alright, Sue, get your gloating done with.”

  With a look of false innocence, I asked sweetly, “Would I be the type to boast of my superior intellect?”

  “Yes!” came the simultaneous response.

  Laughing, I did a little victory dance. “And you know this, man! So, you both will be at my place Saturday night at eight, right?”

  “Why so late?” Dave asked with a puzzled expression.

  “Because I don’t need you until then. You agreed to the terms of the bet. Are you trying to renege now?”

  “No, but you said that we only had to be your workhorses for one day, Sue. It’s not our fault if you don’t want to start packing until the middle of the night.”

  “Who said anything about packing?” came my sly response.

  Now it was Ted’s turn to look confused. “So, what do you want us to do then?”

  “You’ll see. Just be on time.”

  Happy to be off manual-labor duty, they agreed and I went off smiling to myself. Thinking of having them both at my sensual mercy was exciting me. I had been watching movies and reading articles on the internet to make the night interesting. It amazed me how many different ways there were to make sure a threesome didn’t turn into a boring show for one member. I wanted them both to be satisfied; somehow it had become connected to my fulfillment. I wanted them both to say my name and remember the evening with equal fondness. With my panties positively sodden, I went home to prepare for the festivities.

  Anticipation kept me on a high for the next two days. By Saturday I could have bumped into the sofa and had an orgasm right then! I was ready only fifteen minutes early, but in my agitated state, it seemed like hours. It was a relief when they knocked on the door promptly at eight. I called out to be sure that it was my friends, picked up a tray of my fabulous gintinis, and reveled in their expressions when I opened the door. It’s best described as somewhere between shock and joy for Ted and plain amazement from Dave. I had been sure to give them no hint of my plan, so my standing there in a sheer black robe over an equally translucent negligee and thong had rendered them temporarily dumb.

  I usually keep my appearance pretty plain and hide my attributes for the same reason Dave hides his. But since this was my fantasy, I had splurged on hair extensions, taken special care with dramatic makeup, including long-wearing lipstick, and wore strappy stilettos to accentuate my legs. I’m only 5'5" but about three feet of that is all thick thighs and sexy calves. While they may have had an idea about my legs since they’d seen me in shorts, I think the full jugs I kept up top were a bit of a shock. I usually wore minimizing bras so guys would talk to me and not them, but that night I had them pushed up and out for their viewing pleasure.

  “Well, don’t just stand there, servants. Come in.” After they were in, I nodded to the couch. They still hadn’t found their voices when they had sat down, so I continued, “If I remember correctly, you are mine to command for the evening. Though I won’t have you packing any boxes, you can be assured that you will be working. But let’s have a toast first, shall we?”

  Dave smiled uncertainly, almost as if he couldn’t believe that this was real. “Well, I know I sure as hell could use a drink right now. Are these your usual strength?”

  Startling them both, I straddled his lap and fed him an olive, kissing the taste away.

  Leaning over, I whispered in his ear, “They, like everything else about this evening, are more potent than ever.”

  Before Ted could start feeling left out, I took a deep swallow of my drink and leaned over to kiss him long and deep. As I was still astride Dave, I could feel his reaction to this against my mound. Holding the still unspeaking Ted’s face in my hands, I turned to him and inquired, “Who’s that knocking at my door? Is that you, Dave, baby?”

  Thoroughly enjoying myself, I slid off him into Ted’s lap so that he was cradling me. He finally managed to pull himself out of his stupor.

  “I’m probably going to kick the shit out of myself for this later, but I have to ask: Susanna, are you drunk or high right now? Because even though I’m about to explode in a minute, I won’t take advantage of you.”

  Dave, though his voice was tigh
t with restraining himself, nodded in agreement. “You’re our friend, Sue, and if you’re not in your right mind, we can still stop this. We may not be able to walk for a few days, but we will stop.”

  Knowing that I was right about being able to trust them, I said, “The only things I’m high on are the pheromones in the air.” Taking their hands, I put Ted’s on one of my hardened nipples and Dave’s in between my legs to feel the moistness waiting for them. “Does this seem as if I don’t want you both? All I ask is that we keep this night to ourselves. Give me your word on this and I’ll believe you.” When they both assured me that it would always be our secret, I moved on to the next phase. “Now that we’ve settled that, let’s get you two undressed, shall we?”

  To lessen any misguided discomfort, I gave my attention to both of them as they stripped down. Soon as they stood before me in their bare glory, I stroked them both, taking turns to taste them with kisses and licks. When I felt them throbbing in my grip, I stepped away and pushed them. Caught off guard, they fell onto the couch. Using the remote, I turned on the stereo to some sexy jazz instrumentals. Staring at them both, I started to pull on the ribbon holding my robe together. It looked as if Dave was about to say something but he just sat back. Ted started to reach for me but I stopped him with the point of my shoe.

  “Now we come to the slave portion of the evening. You don’t touch me without permission. You can’t talk without addressing me as ‘Professor Susanna’ at all times.” That brought a grin to both of their faces, as I knew it would. “Do you understand these rules?”

  In unison, they replied, “Yes, Professor Susanna.”

  “Good. Now finish your drinks and don’t disturb me as I make myself comfortable.”

  With that, I continued removing my “clothing” while moving to the intoxicating sounds of the harmonies that seemed to surround us. That was another reason I chose the gintinis. Gin doesn’t make you sin; it merely makes sinning all the more fun. It always heightens my sexual awareness, and I wanted them to have that feeling of letting go as well. Closing my eyes, I continued to move to the music, though I was down to my panties and heels. Running my hands over my bronze skin, I only allowed myself to feel the sensations that my touch was generating. Without looking at them, I brought a straight-back chair from my dinette set and placed it in front of them. Knowing they were watching and wanting me, I sat in front of them and licked my forefinger while opening my legs. Sliding my moistened digit into my wetness, I moaned, then with half-lidded eyes I began fingering myself while kneading my full breast with my other hand. Though I was well aware of their presence, it may have seemed as if I were ignoring my friends as my breathing grew more rapid.

  Letting my head fall back, I said, “Stroke yourselves. Don’t say anything, just look at me and show me that I’m turning you on. When I look at you, your eyes should be fixed on me. Now answer me: do you understand?”

  Ted’s voice was croaky while Dave’s was shaky as they both managed a soft “Yes, Professor Susanna.”

  “Good, because I want to cum with your eyes on me.” With that I slowly raised my head. Inserting three fingers inside myself, I watched Ted as he caressed his thin but lengthy snake. “You like what you see, Teddy?”

  Seemingly transfixed, he breathed, “Yes, Professor Susanna.”

  “I know you do. You want to fuck me, don’t you? Don’t you?” I asked, my voice rising with my increasing pleasure.

  “Yes, Professor.”

  Ted was pulling on his pole so hard it looked painful to me. Still I stayed in character, though even I admit to wanting to let go soon. But not yet, so I became perfectly still and stared at him.

  “Yes, Professor what?”

  Realizing his mistake, he stammered, “Yes, Professor Susanna.”

  “Very good. Since you corrected your mistake, I will not banish you. But you may not touch yourself anymore until I say so. Hands down now!”

  The smile in his eyes was the only indication that he was really enjoying himself as he obeyed. Otherwise he looked properly chastised.

  “Now, Dave, you be sure you don’t make the same mistake.”

  “Yes, Professor Susanna.” I could tell he also was getting off on the role-playing as he was dribbling a bit at the tip of his shorter but much thicker rod.

  “Good boy. For your reward, you get one lick.”

  Before he could move, quick as lightning I leaned over and licked that tasty pre-cum right off him. During all of this I had not removed my hand, and at his shuddering intake of breath, I began to gush anew. Propping my legs up so I had a foot between each of their legs, I brought myself to a trembling orgasm. When I finally stopped bucking against my hand, I saw that Ted was still following my orders, though his dick was jumping with the tension. Dave had on the other hand (literally) blasted his load.

  Handing him one of the warm towels I had ready, I told him, “Since you have had some satisfaction, Dave, I believe I’m going to fuck Ted first.” Handing Ted one of the colorful condoms I had laid out on the end table, I continued, “While I’m sitting on Ted’s dick, I want you to sit in front of me so I can suck yours.”

  “Yes, Professor Susanna.”

  Turning my back to Ted, I lowered myself slowly so he could get a good view of my ass descending. With a firm grip, I held his dick just outside of my juicy heat. I began rubbing the tip around and over my clit, wetting him and myself before impaling myself on his mahogany baton. My legs were shaking with the effort, but I kept my movements steady, clinching my inner muscles so that I pulled delightful moans from Ted. Though he was holding me by my breasts and driving me crazy, kneading my chocolate nipples with those magical hands of his, I kept the pace deliberately measured, as I really wanted us all to cum at the same time.

  Looking at Dave with sex-lowered eyelids, I crooked my finger at him and asked, “Dave?”

  He stepped forward with his throbbing caramel stick and asked, “Yes, Professor Susanna?”

  He always was good at following directions. Smirking with the playful power rush, I replied, “Do you want me to suck your dick, Dave? If so, then show me. Make it bounce like it is asking for my lips.”

  I almost nutted when he complied without a word. Ted had his hands on my hips now and was helping me work it so he could see over my shoulder as I began to suck Dave off. He was so thick I had to put my hand between my lips and his body so he wouldn’t choke me. I had read about techniques, but in practice, sucking a wide dick can be as tricky as deep-throating a long one. But after a few minutes, my jaw muscles loosened up and I discovered I had a new talent that really brought me a lot of pleasure. The look on Dave’s face was fascinating because I knew I was the one who put it there.

  I was nearly drunk with the sexual control I had over them. I pulled off Dave long enough to say, “Dave, don’t close your eyes, look at me. Ted, you listen to me. I want us to cum together.” Then I got back to work on both of them.

  The sounds of our fucking soon mixed intoxicatingly with the music coming from the stereo. Ted was grinding into me and grazing my spot. His noises were more like growls as he tried to hold on until I gave the word. I could tell by the increased thickness and tasty little pearls of liquid that Dave was right there as well, and I was past ready. So I gave Dave a nod as I looked into his eyes, and getting the hint, he grabbed my shoulders firmly and started rocking into my mouth. I let my muscles slacken a bit to accommodate him as I held his muscular thighs and moved my ass like a video ho. Ted got the message and was soon filling me up with his hot load. I sat up at the feeling of him throbbing inside me and got my second nut off. Reaching down and under Dave’s balls, I found the male G-spot and had him squirting all over my face and breasts. The salty-sweet smell of his cum was too much to pass up, so just when he thought he was done, I sucked him while still playing with that tender area. Finally he pulled away and fell to his knees.

  After a couple of minutes of collapse against Ted, I got up and brought them some more towels. Loo
king at them as they cleaned off, I felt warmth begin to pool low and tight in my belly again. Damn! This is a hell of a time to discover I’m an insatiable freak, I thought to myself. But it appeared to be so because without warning I heard myself say, “Your day of enslavement will be over as soon as you clean me off. So, boys…to the bath!”

  Running to my bathroom, I giggled like a sex-crazed schoolgirl as they ran behind me with a chorus of “Yes, Professor Susanna!”

  Devil’s Worship

  Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “Have you ever had your ass properly worshipped?” I asked, staring at the proud, thick, tight curves before me, the luscious mocha color of Dana’s booty straining as she bounced gently up and down. Her bottom was the perfect reward for my months of celibacy, of waiting to kneel down in front of her, to taste and touch and take of her rich, beautiful body. I pinched the tender underside of one cheek, then the other, pulling them apart to see everything in between, a moan escaping my lips as I saw just how wet she was. There’s really nothing like a woman’s ass spread out before you, waiting to be taken, to humble a man. Girls’ butts are so majestic, strong, and powerful, yet so tender. I simply held her there in my hands, letting my thumbs rest along the edges of her lips, pacing myself before diving in for a delicious treat, one that already had my cock hard, strong, and ready.

  Before you get the wrong idea, let me tell you that this wasn’t our first date, or even our fourth. I’d been courting Dana Thompson for months. Yes, me, Nicky “the Devil” Anderson. I hadn’t earned my nickname for nothing, and plenty of women around town wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me a dirty look or the finger after the way I’d treated them. I knew what they said about me, and for the most part they were right. For most of my twenties, I’d been a hound dog, a player, a pussy magnet. I’d rarely said no and rarely let women into more than my bedroom. I was young and selfish, greedy and horny, too full of myself to appreciate the true joy a woman could bring me on all levels. Could I help it if women threw themselves at me left and right? Back then, I didn’t know any better. Now I do, and I plan to spend my days and nights making up for my reckless ways by worshipping at the altar of Dana’s body.