by Zane
She said as long as the sheets were between us, we couldn’t have sexual intercourse. We could do anything that the sheets allowed, and only that. In the world of doing right and wrong, this sounded oddly right … to my smaller head, of course. And so we commenced to “not having sex.”
I laid her on her back, and she closed her eyes. I didn’t kiss her. The rules of sheets did not allow it. I didn’t lick her shoulders, as the rules of sheets did not allow it. But I placed my hands on the sheets, the sheets that covered her nipples. She inhaled and exhaled in ecstasy. My rod was at full attention by this time and it ached for release. How would she accomplish this? I was quite intrigued.
But first, I had to get creative to get her off. So I rubbed her breast sheets until she was silly with passion. Then I turned her over, and glided my hand to her surprisingly ample butt cheeks. She had more ass than I’d figured seeing it in those work slacks. They were not flattering at all, but her naked butt took care of that. She had lovely titties and a sweet ass. I felt her ass sheets for what seemed like hours. And although the sheets were constricting, we became smarter as time went on. She clenched her cheeks together, and her butt grabbed the sheets so that the sheets were hugging it nicely. It allowed me to put my hand between those beautiful buns. She winced and immediately turned over, so I played right off her actions.
I grabbed the sheet, and pulled it tight against her body, and when I saw her bush coming through the sheet, I loosened up the sheet, and began rubbing her clitoris. She was so wet, I knew it would take very few rubs before I was trying to get my hand unstuck from the sheets.
I cupped her pussy, and as her legs opened, I tried my damndest to put my finger in her pussy, but the sheets wouldn’t allow it. But I was able to rub that pussy raw, and as she grabbed my shoulder while she was coming, I ripped her hand from my skin and yelled, “Rules of sheets!”
She let go, as she uh … let go … all over my hand and the bed. She was very grateful for the release. The sheets tease everyone, as I have noticed. I put my mouth down in her area and tasted her juices; the sheets allowed it.
Then she sprang up on me. She wanted to fuck me badly, but we couldn’t do that. She asked me if I had any condoms.
I told her I didn’t have any. “I didn’t plan on playing ‘Sheets’ with anyone, let alone my boss!”
She cussed, “Fuck!” But she understood that she made the rules, and that I was sticking with them exactly like her sheet stuck to her.
She threw off her frustration and went right for my dick, through the sheets, of course. She started at the top of my shaft with her mouth. She spit warm water on it so that it would show through the white sheet. She didn’t use cold water to avoid shock and shrinkage, and she didn’t want to get my stuff too wet. She might risk shrinkage anyway. She was very impressed by my specimen. She hadn’t seen anything yet. I might make my sheet stickier than hers, but indeed, the guarantee of fruit was actually up to her.
She ran her tongue up and down my shaft and it felt great. She tightened the sheet around my balls that were begging to be touched by her long nails. That always drove me wild. I wondered if I would feel it through the sheets, but I didn’t have to wonder long. She spit on the sheet so much that it was like a condom now. She ran her nails up and down my balls. It felt so good.
She wanted to fuck me so bad, she decided to try and put my dick, with the sheet, in her pussy. She had removed her sheet to try this, which I did not object to since I still had mine on.
It did not work, to which she cussed again, “Fuck! I want that thing in me so bad.”
“We can’t do that! You have a husband, and I have a wife. It’s already wrong what we are doing, but I won’t do that!”
She frustratingly yelled, “Fine!” She paused for a little while, which was enough time for my member to begin its journey back to Flaccidville.
She grudgingly kept to the promise, though. She started rubbing my boy, and it instantly became a man again. She rubbed me up and down, tickled my balls, and licked them through the sheets. She kept it up until I was ready to explode. She took the sheet and wound it tightly around the top of my dick as I was coming. It was painful and awesome all at the same time. She rubbed me with one hand and kept her mouth at the top of my dick to get the sap through the sheet. I kept coming like a water-filled balloon that was pricked with a little pin. All the liquid was being forced to exit that little hole. I couldn’t stop the pain, the ecstasy, or the convulsions of my dick. I must have spurted at least twenty times. She was good at the rules of sheets, even though she tried to change the rules a couple of times. This made me wonder how many others she did this with. Did she do it with her female employees as well?
When I was finally done, and she had sucked me dry, she told me that since my clothes were soaking, I would have to wait until morning to go to my room. She would lay the clothes out over the air conditioner.
The room smelled like puke, and uncompleted sex, but sex nonetheless. I was lulled into a deep sleep by her stroking my very sensitive balls with her nails, through the sheets, of course. She was hoping to get another rise from me, but I’m a one-trick pony, so I was out for the night …
I woke up a little while later to the feeling of my dick being ridden. I kept my eyes closed, as I realized that I wasn’t dreaming, and my boss was fucking me. The mothafuckin’ rules of sheets went right out the door, and as soon as she came, so did I.
Sneakin’ and Peekin’
Perkdaddy
They were at it again. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump of the headboard against the wall told Joy that her roommate, La’Shon, and her boyfriend, Tony, were fucking yet again. Oh, they tried to be quiet. Often she would hear La’Shon chastise her lover for being too loud. Of course, she was much louder than he was. And with good reason.
The hour was late and the house was still. All the better for Joy to hear the lovers do their thing. Wearing just her nightshirt and no panties, Joy lay in her bed, taking in every sound. What she heard made her nipples stiff and she pinched them with her thumb and forefinger. Her breathing got heavy as she teased herself. Joy’s pussy begged for attention, but she continued to massage her breasts until the very last moment.
“Oh, God,” cried La’Shon from the next room. The thumping got faster as Tony stepped up his pace and gave La’Shon all he had to offer.
Unable to hold back any longer, Joy plunged three fingers into her sopping wet pussy and matched Tony stroke for stroke. She put a pillow over her face to muffle her screams.
“Fuck me, Tony,” cried La’Shon. “Fuck this pussy.” Joy knew from the inflection in her best friend’s voice that she was about to cum. She pinched her clit as the thumping grew more intense and the lovers reached their climax.
“Ohhhhhhh, shit!” La’Shon screamed as she released her nectar. With a roar, Tony came, unable to control the volume of his orgasm.
“Shhh, don’t wake Joy, baby,” whispered La’Shon between gasps of air. Little did they know that sleep was just now creeping into Joy’s mind. She would sleep soundly, thanks to the tremendous orgasm she’d just had.
It was like this almost every night. Tony and La’Shon would dance the mattress mambo and Joy would listen, following each step closely. She often fantasized about Tony fucking her, pulling her hair and smacking her ass like the men in the novels she hid in her underwear drawer.
Tony was a fine specimen. He stood six foot two and had a slim, toned body that he kept in peak condition playing basketball for Coppin State University. Tony had broad, muscular shoulders, a barrel chest, and a six-pack one could play music on.
Joy tried to ignore the ache in her pussy when she saw him, but it was so hard. She wanted this brother bad. But as much as she lusted after Tony, she never made a move on him. He was, after all, her best friend’s man and she would never disrespect her sistah-girl.
Joy Kelly and La’Shon Thomas had been friends since high school and now they were seniors in college, two strong black wom
en headed toward bright futures. When money got tight in the middle of the semester, La’Shon suggested that Joy move into her place and share expenses. She had a nice two-bedroom apartment a short drive from Coppin’s campus. The walls were a little thin and Joy had to ask La’Shon, the night owl, to turn her TV down on the weekends, but all in all it was a good arrangement, until La’Shon met Tony. That’s when the dynamic of their friendship changed and the first steps on a path to self-discovery were taken.
The first time La’Shon mentioned her new man, Joy knew he was something special. La’Shon had always been the more independent of the two and the more sexually adventurous. In high school, guys were constantly after her, but she was very picky about the men she dated. It was the same in college. While other girls where falling all over themselves trying to date basketball players or fraternity men, La’Shon played it cool and mature. Soon, these guys were falling over themselves trying to get to her. So when La’Shon came home gushing like an eighth grader over a certain Tony Ward, Joy realized something was up.
After a few dates, La’Shon brought Tony home for the first time. Joy was sitting on the couch, watching movies in her nightshirt and curlers, when La’Shon and Tony walked in. The first sight of him was burned into Joy’s memory—what he wore, the way he smelled, the rich tone of his voice as he said hello. Joy’s pussy twitched when he shook her hand. His touch was strong and captivating.
“You guys need the living room?” Joy asked, standing up.
“Naw, girl,” La’Shon replied. “You sit. We’re going upstairs.”
“Okay,” Joy sat back down. “Have a good night.”
La’Shon winked. “Oh, trust and believe, girl, I will.”
That night, Tony and La’Shon fucked until four in the morning. It was loud and hot. At one point, it sounded like they were right in the same room, which suited Joy fine. Joy got so turned on by what she heard that she began to masturbate. It took her by surprise that she would get so hot listening to someone have sex. Soon, Joy found that she couldn’t get enough.
After a couple of months of the audio show, things were taken to another level. One night, Joy woke up having to go to the bathroom. Tony and La’Shon were going at it furiously. She didn’t want to be nosy, but she really had to go and the bathroom was at the end of the hall past La’Shon’s room. The floor was carpeted, so her feet made no sound as she moved down the hall, but she panicked when she saw La’Shon’s door was open. Not wide open, but enough for her to see more than she expected to.
Tony was on his back and La’Shon was riding him like a Harley. Her back was to the door and she didn’t see her best friend. Joy’s gaze was trapped like a rabbit in a cage. The up and down movement of La’Shon’s plump ass on Tony’s dick seemed to hypnotize her. She was shocked to find herself aroused not only by the sex, but the sight of her friend’s body. La’Shon had smooth, caramel-colored skin that contrasted beautifully with Tony’s darkness. The sweat on their bodies shimmered in the soft light of the scented candle burning on the nightstand.
Joy was amazed and a little scared. In all the years she and La’Shon had known each other, she never experienced sexual feelings for her or any other woman. Maybe it was the sight of La’Shon and Tony together. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t had sex in three months. Whatever it was, the feeling hit her right in the libido. Beads of sweat began to form on Joy’s forehead as she watched her best friend fuck the hell out of her man. Tony grabbed La’Shon’s plump ass cheeks as he rammed his dick deeper into her pussy.
“Fuck me!” she screamed as Tony’s hand came down hard on La’Shon’s ass. This was enough to send her over the top. She came with a loud cry that she tried to muffle with her pillow.
Joy could barely tear herself away from the sexy scene. Her pussy was so wet that the juice was running halfway down her leg.
“Damn,” was all she could murmur to herself.
La’Shon leaned forward, breathing heavily into Tony’s broad chest. Joy took this as her cue to go to the bathroom. She had forgotten all about her bladder and now raced down the hall before she had an accident. When Joy was done, she washed her hands and opened the door. A completely naked Tony Ward stood on the other side.
If her eyes were feet they would have left footprints in his skin. They wandered over his nude form and Joy almost gasped when she saw his dick, still semihard from the fucking he’d given La’Shon. She fought the urge to drop to her knees and let his chocolate melt in her mouth.
“Oh, shit, my bad,” Tony said in complete shock.
“What happened?” La’Shon came into the hallway. Then she saw Joy blocking the bathroom door. The awkwardness of the situation made everyone laugh nervously.
Tony smiled at Joy. “Is it safe to go in there?”
“Uh, yeah,” Joy stammered. She was still at a loss for words. Tony stood silent the full five seconds it took for Joy to realize that she was standing in his way.
“Oh!” Joy exclaimed. She moved to the side to let Tony go by. As he passed, the tip of his dick brushed Joy’s stomach. She had a mini-orgasm right there in the doorway.
“Thanks.” Tony stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Joy turned and saw La’Shon giggling.
“What?” Joy walked toward her.
“He’s got a big dick, doesn’t he?”
“What, girl? I didn’t even notice—”
“Joy Patrice Kelly, if you don’t stop lying.”
Joy stopped in mid-sentence, paused, then burst out laughing.
“What the fuck was his daddy? A redwood tree?”
“Girl, I don’t know. But if I ever meet his father, I’m gonna kiss him and say thank you. He passed some good shit on to that brother. Hey, we didn’t wake you up, did we?”
“No, I got up to go to the bathroom and heard ya’ll. But it’s cool. Seems like the brother knows what he’s doing.”
“Does he!” La’Shon smiled.
She was about to complete her thought when Tony came out of the bathroom. He saw Joy still standing in the hall and quickly shut the door.
“No need for that, baby,” La’Shon said. “The girl saw you already.”
Joy smiled. “Girl, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Tony,” she called as she walked to her room.
As she closed her door, she heard Tony coming down the hallway. He and La’Shon whispered and giggled for a while before finally drifting off to sleep. Joy was far too horny to sleep. She spent the rest of the night walking her fingers through her secret garden.
That night was merely the beginning. Every time La’Shon and Tony got together, Joy would be up, listening. Her room was right next to La’Shon’s so she heard everything clearly. She would rub her breasts as she heard La’Shon moan. Her juices would flow as she listened to the smack, smack, smack of Tony’s mouth on La’Shon’s pussy. She would slide her fingers deep into her wetness and match Tony’s thrusts into La’Shon with her own. The orgasms were incredible.
It wasn’t just the big man that Joy was fantasizing about. La’Shon would creep into her dreams as well. Joy would see herself eating La’Shon’s pussy; the small bolt in her pierced tongue working magic on La’Shon’s clit. She would see herself and La’Shon on their knees worshiping at the altar of Tony’s magnificent cock. A threesome was what she wanted, what she craved. But she didn’t know how to make it happen. Little did she know that things where about to happen on their own.
La’Shon was no dummy. She realized that Joy was up, listening. More than a few times, she’d heard sexy moans coming from her best friend’s room. The thought of putting on a show for her girl really turned her on. She also harbored some feelings for Joy that she’d never told her about. How could she?
For years, La’Shon had hidden the sexual attraction she had for Joy. It started in high school. Joy was lithe and athletic. La’Shon would watch her during cheerleader practice and as they showered after gym class. During sleepovers and long phone conversations, Joy wo
uld tell her about her dreams and fantasies and La’shon would ache to make them come true. But she could never bring herself to tell her friend how she really felt. What would she say? “Joy, I know we’re girls and all, but I really want to fuck you?” Joy would go running off into the night, screaming and cursing. Or so she thought.
As the months went on, hot sex could be heard nightly. Joy absorbed every sound and would masturbate until her hand got tired. She even bought a vibrator, a month’s worth of batteries, and a butt plug for those nights she was feeling extra freaky.
Soon, the sounds weren’t enough. Joy wanted to see the action. The visual from that first night stayed in her mind and would not budge. No matter where she was, she could close her eyes and see La’Shon’s ass moving up and down on Tony’s dick. The image always made her wet.
So she took to sneaking down the hall to La’Shon’s door, which always seemed to be halfway open for some reason. Joy would stand there, fingering herself, trying desperately not to make a sound. Watching as La’Shon and Tony fucked each other silly.
Then one night, things got really interesting. It was a Friday night, about one in the morning. Joy was at La’Shon’s door, peeking into the room, watching every move she and Tony made. They were in the middle of the queen-sized bed, with La’Shon on all fours, and Tony fucking her from behind. The candles on the dresser bathed the room in a sexy glow that made it easy for Joy to see.
Then Tony bent forward, like he was whispering something to La’Shon. Joy heard her friend giggle and say, “Yeah.”
Joy was getting nervous and was about to leave when Tony turned around with a flashlight and yelled, “Gotcha!”
Joy was caught. Her head was completely in the door and two fingers were crammed into her pussy. La’Shon turned around and laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. Joy was mortified.
“Well,” La’Shon said, still laughing. “Are you just gonna stand there, or are you coming in?”