"Eight ball side pocket," Shaq laughed.
Then smoothly rolled the eight ball past the last striped ball still sitting next to the side pocket where Brandie's last shot placed it. When the ball clacked against another already n the pocket and the noise snapped Brandie out of her daydreaming. She looked over towards Shaq and stood up to pay her bet off.
Moving on shaky legs Brandie approached Shaq, and stood in front of her to await the payoff. Shaq cupped her chin and in one hand and gently lift her face and placed a kiss on her lips. Brandie was surprised by the softness of the kiss. She had watched girls kiss in bars previously and their drunken slobber fests were messy and pornographic.
Shaq's mouth opened slightly and Brandie's followed suit. Brandie could free Shags tongue teasing at the open threshold formed by their mouths, but it stayed outside tantalizing Brandie. Shaq softly sucked Brandies lips in between her own, and Brandie moaned softly from Shaq's kiss.
She slowly returned the simmering passion she felt and slipped her tongue forward to meld it with Shaq's. The two probed and explored each others mouths longer then Shaq was expecting.
Shaq stole a look at the other two women in the room expecting a disapproving scowl on Isabelle's face. Instead she saw the other women deep in a passionate kiss; hands roaming over one another until the older woman's suit jacket were slipped off in a hurried manner. Isabelle was nervous at first about the kiss, not that she was a prude. She had enjoyed several menage a trios in college; with two men. When she learned she was her boyfriend's beard she sought a more sedated relationship. Now at fifty years old she felt that new sexual adventures were beyond her now; who wouldn't surrounded raw sexuality of nubile young women at school.
The routine nature of her marital bed didn't help, Friday nights twice a month so her husband had the weekend to recover from the exertion which lasted too few minutes in entirety. Isabelle had refused to give in to convention and had not allowed any toys in her house.
DB took Isabelle in her arms and kissed her in a way Isabelle hadn't experience in years. A deep soulful kiss, their lips worked against each others twisting nosily and wet. Then DB pulled back to unpin Isabelle's hair and finger comb through the fine silver strands until they tumbled past the middle of the older woman's back, before pulling her back in.
When her jacket came off Isabelle was ready to surrender completely. Her surrender would have to wait momentarily. Marsha the barkeeper and house bouncer stepped into the billiard room.
"Everything alright back here?" Asked the barkeep; the last thing she wanted was cops showing up checking on a sexual assault.
"Oh my!" Isabelle sighed; before taking a deep breathed as a deep blush crept across her Carmel colored skin.
"How about you Hon'?" Marsha asked Brandie.
"I'm fine," said Brandie meekly; feeling eye raped by large woman wearing a Harley Davidson tee shirt.
Brandie wanted to duck behind Shaq as the big biker broad approached her instead she stood frozen in fear. The woman put another Cosmo on the table next to the empties Brandie finished earlier.
"From you friend at the bar." Marsha said; before retiring from the room closing the door behind her.
Isabelle reached for her jacket, she wasn't going to press the issue and she wanted to get home quickly knowing a cold shower was in order this evening. She didn't see DB wink at Shaq, who in returned gave her friend a thumbs up. Shaq took the coat out Isabelle's hands tossed it aside.
"Where were we," DB said pulling a willing Isabelle into her arms once more.
Shaq handed Brandie her drink and the two of them leaned against the pool table to watch DB devour Isabelle. Next piece of apparel removed was the suit skirt, while Isabelle verbally protested the garments remove. Isabelle quickly found herself being lifted onto the pool table, where her shoes joined her skirt on the floor.
Isabelle returned DB's kisses with as much if not more passion. Her hands tore and pulled at DB's clothes stripping the covering off the woman's body like a child attacking presents on Christmas morning.
She quickly reduced DB's attire to a pair of reinforced toe/heel boot socks. Her eyes admired the firm hardness of DB's body. Freshly shaved for the modeling shoot earlier that day the smooth brown skin was like a work of sculpture.
Isabelle felt uncomfortable now, her body was soft and she felt she could loose a couple of pounds; she tried to stop the removal of her blouse and half slip. DB would have none of it and pulled them off, revealing lacy red lingerie; shelf cup bra, crotch less panties and garters.
"Damn look at the little closet freak," Shaq said.
DB admired Isabelle's body in all its lovely mature fullness. Immediately the woman embraced like old lovers on the green felt of the table. The firmness and strength of DB's body was welcomed by Isabelle who submissively allowed the younger woman to do as she pleased. DB in turn enjoyed the soft plush feel of Isabelle as she sucked and squeezed the ample goodness of the flesh before her.
Soon fingers explored soft moist places in a frenzy of movement that made Isabelle and DB cry out in climax and left them both breathless and moaning. DB licked her fingers and swirled the pads over Isabelle's clit leaving her kicking spastically when she came.
Isabelle now overcome with a desire please DB moved between the woman's legs and saw another woman's vagina up close and personal for the very first time and this one was shaved. The scent of sex and glistening pink flesh drew her mouth closer and she tasted DB. First a dabbing tongue flicking at the salty syrup seeping from the fruit, then with full probing thrusts of her tongue made DB squeal like a giddy girl, before she sucked on the swollen clit the way she wished her husband would. Isabelle was pleased that she returned the pleasure DB has given her and she enjoyed the sounds of rapture DB uttered.
Twice she came under at DB's hand and at least twice she could determine she made the DB out like she did. She took the hardened bud of DB's clit into her mouth worked it soft and lovingly way she enjoyed getting head; when her husband took the time accommodate her correctly. There was a sense of accomplishment when DB clawed her hair and mashed her hips against Isabelle's sucking lips and licking tongue.
The other women were not inactive during the seduction of Isabelle. When Isabelle and DB first entwined naked on the table Shaq pangs of desire for Brandie emerged.
"I want another kiss." Shaq said; standing up to lead Brandie by the hand to the opposite end of the pool table.
Brandie was relieved of her tee shirt, skirt and g-string in quick order. After some long deep kisses, during which time Shaq fingered Brandie until the young woman leaked cum liberally as her soft flesh was made pliable.
"It's time for you to really met Miss Turner," Shaq said reaching over to the wooden case on the table's edge.
This time she only removed the red knobbed half of the cue. Shaq gave the faux ruby ornament a slow nasty lick and smiled at Brandie. Leaning in close Shaq spit on Brandie's clit and pressed the smooth crystal plum into the puddle. She rubbed the spit in a circle over the hard nub making Brandie gasp and moan a series of quick "Oh's". This was Shaq's favorite thing in the world turning out young women and bending them to her will.
The red ball moved expertly over the sensitive nerve hub bringing Brandie's ass off the table so many times she finally pulled her knees back and folded herself until she could cross her ankles behind her head and to lock herself in position.
Shaq watched the facial expressions to gauge the girl's readiness, and then slipped the hard knob inside Brandie. With quick short strokes she fucked the jeweled shaft in and out the girl's soft wet flesh until the pussy talked back to her in wet bubbling syllables.
"Ohhhh my god...fuck me! Yes yes yes fuck me!" Brandie wailed.
As the waves of pleasure swept and carried her up, up, up to her special place the rhythmic thrusting ceased and the cue now moved back and forth sideways slowly. Shaq rolled the cue's shaft between her palms spinning it left, and then spinning it back like a washing machine's
agitator the crystal knobs smooth hardness lathered the tight walls. Shaq's hands moved increasingly faster until the motion used could have started a fire or melt young pussy; which it did at Brandie's direction.
"Oh yeah. Yeah there, there oh oh, there, there, there," Brandie cried while making her oh face.
"The boys never gave it to you like that did they?" Shag asked mockingly.
Brandie only shook her head in response unable to trust her voice at that point as the mist of another orgasmic wave covered her; then she screamed in a voice she never heard before as the weight the pleasure crushed her.
DB noticed the commotion and hissed while she extended her hand; which was filled By Shaq with the knobbed end of Miss Turner. Still sticky with Brandie's essence DB pushed the ruby ball inside Isabelle.
"Oh god Barbara do...it, do it, do it, do it, do it..." Isabelle squealed with the voice of a much younger woman.
DB kissed nibbled and licked, neck, shoulders, and nipples in cadence with the magic wand in her hand which churned Isabelle until thick creamy sauce brimmed from her with each outward stroke. Isabelle was maddened with pleasure relaxed herself until her body floated from the stimulation and responded independently of conscious thought.
"Wait, wait, wait I have to peepee," Cried Isabelle.
"I bet you don't, now relax let that feeling happen baby I promise you'll like it," DB coaxed.
"Please, please, I really have to go," Isabelle begged.
"Nah baby give it to me, relax and give it to me..." DB coaxed some more.
Isabelle at last stopped trying to suppress the feeling and let the tensed muscles go limp, almost instantly pleasurable sensations rippled through her loins and exploded in her brain as flashes of light and floating spots.
"Oh fuck I'm cumming, I'm cumming, don't stop don't stop..." Isabelle pleaded.
DB had no intension of stopping and worked the woman's over whelmed vagina until she begged for mercy when the pleasure became too much to bear.
Shaq said. "Damn girl you made her grab her toes!"
Isabelle wondered who was grabbing their toes until she realized she was the one they were talking about.
Shaq left Brandie curled in a fetal position on the table and crawled across the green felt to join her friend. They kissed each other and giggled quite please with pulling off the double coup.
"I think we had quite a night already and happy hour isn't over yet," DB beamed.
Pointing to herself and then other women DB held up one finger which Isabelle thought strange behavior; until Tina delivered another round of drinks to the woman.
Isabelle pushed her disheveled hair out of her face so she could get her Martini to her lips and mumbled. "Shit I forgot about the damn security camera back here."
"We didn't," DB and Shaq said almost in unison, and then laughed about their stereo response. The woman dressed and went out to the bar proper for the rest of the night.
Isabelle who she had never cheated during her marriage before was dealing with a mix of emotions. Shaq, DB, Brandie and Marsha the bartender consoled her at the bar, the one thing that was certain she wasn't going to stop coming to Happy Hour.
Brandie discovered that her friend at the end of the bar was Deb from her neighborhood who was a few years older then her.
"Does Ronald know you hang out here?" Brandie asked.
Ronald was Deb's sixty year old Sugar Daddy who kept Deb looking ghetto fabulous for a few hours enjoyment of her bootylicious fineness.
"Yes he does girl, he rather see me here eating pussy then sucking some other nigga's dick when he's home with his wife," Deb said slurring slightly.
Marsha the bartender was close by and ventured into their conversation.
"You know sweetie you haven't really joined the sisterhood until you been with scooter bitch." Marsha said leering.
"I thought I was going to be your fantasy tonight?" Deb complained winking at Brandie.
"Yeah scoot your ass down the bar and serve someone, girlfriends coming home with us," Said DB.
That was news to Brandie, but she was down with it.
Several hours later the three women walked Isabelle to the cab that would take her home, and then across the parking lot to Shaq's car for the ride to their place, but Shaq had one more surprise.
"Oh my god I forgot all about your surprise!" Shaq exclaimed.
"Oh yeah, what did you get me?" DB asked.
Shaq opened her car's trunk and replied. "This."
DB and Brandie looked into the trunk and saw a woman lying inside the compartment. Brandie did a double take when she noticed the person was Big Sista Numero Uno; Chelsea. She was blindfolded, bound, and butterball naked.
"Shit...look what the cat drug in." Said DB, then added. "You back again girl?"
Shaq answered for Chelsea. "Damn right she's back again. And ready to eat all the black pussy you can handle aren't you little bitch?"
Yes Ma'am," Chelsea answered obediently as Shaq closed the lid on her.
Since you two know each other I think we'll keep her blindfolded until you leave, whenever that is? DB said to Brandie upon entering the car as they got ready to start the next part of their weekend.
The End.
Better than Porn
When Heather and Charles moved to the New Jersey suburbs in preparation to start a family, their sex life took a nose dive. Not only were there no longer any more nights out at a new bar or lounge that ended in drunken sex, they rarely had any sex at all. Both of them were working so many hours at their jobs while trying to save money, they usually came home at nine or ten o'clock at night, ordered delivery and then passed out in the middle of a movie before they woke up and did it all over again.
But one day, Heather needed to look something up online and Charles' laptop just happened to be sitting there. When she started to type in the name of the website she had planned on going to, her jaw nearly dropped when the browsing history on the computer revealed a hundred different porno sites. It wasn't even like there were one or two porno sites mixed in with all the regular sites that her husband visited. It was more like there were one or two regular sites mixed in with hundreds of different porno sites. Charles strolled out of the bathroom to see his wife at his computer.
"What the hell is this?" Heather asked him.
"What are you doing on my computer?" her husband responded, trying to deflect his guilt by answering a question with a question.
"You have a million porno sites on your computer. You have some kind of addiction or something?" she asked him incredulously.
"No, I don't have an addiction," he tried to explain. "I just use them for distraction when I need to take a break from work."
She moved her head forward toward him and held out her palms in reaction. "What? Do you take a break like every 30 seconds?"
"It's not like that," he said, trying to make it seem like it was totally normal. "It's just porn."
"Charles, we never even have sex anymore. I thought we were just both taking a break from sex but you obviously haven't stopped fucking your cyber sluts for one minute," she yelled at him before storming off to their bedroom and slamming the door.
"Heather! Heather!" he yelled to no avail. He just shook his head, knowing the hopeless position he was now in.
For the next week, he slept on the couch. She would glare at him at the breakfast table and eat dinner before she came home. He couldn't believe how she was reacting to this. Obviously, he didn't understand women and their need to feel desired, he figured.
It wasn't until the next week, after a full breakfast of total silence that Heather suddenly said something to him. "I want to make one," she said.
"Make one what?" he asked totally confused.
"A porno," she stated matter-of-factly.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I want to make a porno with the two of us," she told him. Charles did a double take, not sure she was serious until he looked at her for a second time and saw that look
of conviction in her eyes.
"You're serious?" he confirmed. She nodded yes and he knew once she had her mind set on something, she didn't stop until she saw it through to the end. But the first thought in Charles' mind was that she was not the kind of woman you would see in a porno. Yes, they had a little kinky sex here and there, but this was his wife.
"You're just being immature," she argued after he shook his head. "You're just like all guys. You think a woman is either a virgin or a whore."
"What do you mean? I obviously know you're not a virgin," he exclaimed.
But she was determined. "I already bought a camera. We both have tomorrow off," she told him before picking up her plate and walking away from the kitchen table. He just sat there, turning his fork around and around.
The next day, he got out of the shower to discover his wife was already gone. She had left a note on the kitchen counter next to the new video camera saying she had gone to the mall to buy a "ho outfit." Charles couldn't help but laugh. He spent the morning lounging around the house, watching TV and waiting for his wife's phone call. Although the idea of videotaping his wife in a porno turned him on when he thought about it very briefly, he wasn't so sure about seeing her in some kind of full-on porn role. This is the future mother of his children, he told himself. And mothers just don't want to have sex the way porn actresses do, the voice inside his head told him.
He got the call from his wife late into the morning. She told him to meet her in on the main shopping strip in a neighboring town that was about 20 miles away. Apparently, she wanted to make sure that no one she knew saw her. With an uneasy feeling in his stomach about what to expect, he told her he would be right there.
Charles was driving slowly down the street on which Laura had told him to meet her, reading the address numbers until he came to the right one. He had arrived quicker than expected so he was taking his time looking around at the shops and the people on the street. He hated the fact that even though he was about to meet his wife, he couldn't help but check out the women all decked out in their weekend shopping outfits. He followed the various women, staring in particular at one woman with a pair of tight white pants and enormous heals.
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