Jamal pressed Tad back against the rock, stroked his tummy. “Don’t fret, Daddy. This is fun.” Bless the boy. He looked back at me. “So. Did you?”
I shook my head. “Suck him off? Not my thing. You know what I did instead?”
“What?” whispered Tad. Jamal gave him an encouraging smile.
“I spat on the place where my hand and his dick met, got it nice and wet. I started pumping his whole dick, slow.”
Jamal ducked under Tad’s leg, moved Tad’s hands away from his cock and balls, held them out away from his body. “Like this?” he said. He spat on Tad’s erect cock. Tad gasped. His hands made clutching motions. Jamal let them go. Tad held on to Jamal’s shoulders, threw his head back. “Like this?” Jamal asked again, and started sliding Tad’s cock between his fist. Fuck, they were lovely.
“Kinda like that,” I told Jamal. “Keep going.” I opened my own knees, thumbed my shorts open and yanked the zipper down. I could smell my own musk. I slid my hand between my belly and the spread-open zipper. No underwear; I mostly don’t bother with it. The crisp curls of my pubic hair were damp. Jamal dipped his mouth down to Tad’s cock, ran his tongue slowly around the head of it. Now both Tad and I were moaning. I splayed my legs wider. My fingers found the folds of my pussy lips. They were hot and slick. My clit was puffy in between them. It jumped at my touch, at the sight of Tad, eyes closed, mouth open, his hand around the back of Jamal’s neck. Tad was bucking his hips now, slowly, popping his cock in and out of Jamal’s mouth. Jamal, greedy Jamal, kept reaching for more.
“Jamal,” I said. I was hoarse. “Can you get to your knees?”
Jamal made a garbled sound of assent around Tad’s cock in his mouth. Tad reacted to the vibration with a slight shudder. Somehow Jamal managed to get into position, just like I’d asked. He spread his knees for traction, released Tad’s cock from his mouth, only to start licking and tonguing Tad’s balls. His perfect ass was displayed to my view, firm and dark as a cherry, two halves with the split between. Fuck. With my three middle fingers I started rubbing my pussy, fast and flat against my clit, fingers just dipping into my cunt with each push. I was creaming up inside my shorts.
There was sweat running down Tad’s chest and heavy belly. More of it beaded in his tight, short hair and the beautifully groomed goatee.
“God, you two are hot,” I muttered. Tad opened his eyes, saw me looking, squeezed them shut again. He slowed his incursions into Jamal’s mouth. I got a flash image of a black-furred head disappearing shyly beneath the water. Oh no you don’t, Tad. I wasn’t going to let this scene end here.
“So that guy in the bathroom?” I said to them.
“Mm?” mumbled Jamal, around a mouthful of Tad’s cock and balls.
“I’m working him up with one hand. I hold the other hand up to his mouth. I’m still not talking, but he gets the idea. He starts licking my hand. Gets it good and wet.”
“Shit,” whispered Tad. But the rhythm of his hips had sped up again.
“I took that hand, cupped his balls with it. But just for a second.” Remembering that forbidden night got me even wetter. I kept working my clit, slipped a couple of fingers on the other hand into my cunt, just at the entrance, beckoning against the front wall. Shit, shit, yeah. “Then,” I said, “I slipped my hand past his balls, back, until I touched his asshole. He jumped a little.”
So had Jamal. The motion pushed his ass out even further into relief. His little pink rosebud of an asshole winked at me. I could see the curling black hairs that ran from the small of his back down towards it, like an arrow. Here’s the honey. Here. Jamal had one hand on his own dick, stroking hard.
“I slipped one fingertip in …” I said.
Tad started to pant. His eyes were wide open now, fixed on Jamal’s busy mouth.
“His asshole squeezed tight around my finger, like a little kiss. Then it opened up for me.”
Jamal was making little groaning noises around Tad’s cock. I pushed off from my rock, dropped to my knees beside them. Knees would pay for that later. My clit under my strumming fingers felt like a marble in syrup. The fingers of my other hand stroked hard against the spongy ridge just inside my cunt. It pushed back. Soon. “I …” My body was shaking, my crotch jutting towards Jamal and Tad. My thigh muscles knotted. It felt good. “I pushed one finger inside him. Then two. He took them both.”
“Shuck,” muttered Tad, “it’s … I’m …” Jamal had his fist clamped tight around the base of Tad’s cock, his mouth working the head. His hand between his own legs was almost a blur. He was screwing his ass around in the air. He looked so nasty.
“I plunged those fingers in and out of him, feeling him clasp them with each push. His dick was hard as iron in my hands.”
The letting-down feeling started inside me, muscles starting to push down and forwards. It was like I needed to piss.
“He slammed his shoulders back against the door. His crotch was arched way out. He was calling out for Jesus. He started to come. It spurted …”
Tad made this low, deep growl. His body began to spasm. Jamal pulled his mouth away so we could watch the gouts of juice rhythmically pumping out of Tad’s cock. He stared, intent, at his lover’s crotch, then came himself, hard and roaring.
That put me over the edge. My hand was flying at my clit, my forearms like cables. My own body pushed my fingers out of me, and I let go, and I was flying. I howl and laugh when I come, and I squirt. Lots. When I was done, the front of my shorts was sopping, and Tad’s foot and Jamal’s knee were in a puddle of girl-juice-soaked sand. I collapsed on to my side, breathing hard. Was going to be hell getting the sand out of my dreads.
I heard a noise behind us. I pulled my hands out of my pants and rolled over. Two eager heads had just pushed through the bushes to see what all the commotion was about. “Oh, excuse us,” said the two men. They tromped away, giggling. I heard one of them say, “Was that a woman with them?”
Jamal started laughing – a low, slow roll. He put his head on T a d ’s knee and said to me, “Girl, you are some dirty bitch.” He reached out and high-fived me. Our hands made a wet noise as they slapped together.
Tad still looked a little sheepish, but his whole body was more relaxed now. He leaned back against the rock, stroked Jamal’s head. “Is this Canadian hospitality, Shuck?” he teased me.
I put my head against the warm sand, reached out a foot and slid it along first Tad’s leg, then Jamal’s. I was going to have quite the story to tell Sula tonight. I admired our skins, the three shades of brown against the pale sand. “Look at us,” I said.
“Three black sheep,” Jamal joked.
“Three black berries,” I replied.
Tad gave a happy sigh. “And such sweet juice.”
Karen Leaves her Husband for the First Time
Catherine Lundoff
How do you tell your husband you’re dumping him for his assistant? That question was almost enough to make Karen walk out of the lobby, get back on the train and forget this particular errand. She didn’t have to get on the elevator and go upstairs to see him after all. There was always the coward’s way out: the note on the table, the carefully removed possessions. But she couldn’t do that to Danny somehow. It didn’t feel right. Not even if Elaine would punish her for it afterwards, just the way she deserved.
That thought brought a hot flush to her entire body and her walk slowed to a languorous strut that made heads turn as she made her way to the elevator. Memories of her last stolen moments with Elaine filled her head, licked their way up her thighs and drove hard little fists inside her until she found herself standing in front of the receptionist’s desk in Danny’s office with no idea of how she got there. It took a few seconds for her to find the breath to get the words past her lips. “I need to see Danny.”
The woman at the desk raised an eyebrow but turned to check his calendar without making any comment. “I’m afraid he’s in a meeting for the next twenty minutes, Mrs Anderson. It looks like that
’s his last one for today though. Would you like to wait in his office?” She buzzed Karen in after a mute nod answered her question. Karen walked slowly past her and inched her way into Danny’s office without being noticed by anyone else. She shut the door behind her with a sigh of relief and collapsed in one of the chairs.
Then there was nothing to do but sit for an eternity and rehearse what she was going to say. She felt a little guilty that she hadn’t told Elaine that she was going to do this today; after all, it was Elaine’s job on the line if Danny freaked out. Maybe she should just tell him there was someone else and leave it at that. She wiped her shaking hands off on her skirt and eyed it critically. It was too short and too tight for this kind of talk. Then there were the flimsy lace panties under it and the sheer bra under her silky blouse. All in all, she looked like a woman who dressed to be fucked, not to ask her husband for a divorce.
The realization made her groan. Her head had been full of seeing Elaine tonight, not on how Danny would respond to her this afternoon. Besides, Elaine had bought the lingerie set for her and insisted she put it on this morning. Anyway, it had been ages since Danny had paid much attention to her at all so why expect things to change now? He didn’t even have a photo of her on his desk. That’s it. Get mad. It’ll be easier that way. She made herself hang on to that thought, adding to it by remembering every slight and argument of the last few months. By the time Danny walked in, she was fuming and her outfit was all about what he wasn’t getting any more.
“Hi, honey. To what do I owe the pleasure? You look lovely, by the way.” He glanced her over appreciatively and gave her a quick peck on the lips, then strode off to sit behind his desk and shuffle papers around.
“Danny, we need to talk about something important,” she began, proud of how dignified she sounded. That lasted all of a minute when it became obvious that he wasn’t paying attention. The realization stabbed through her. “Look at me, dammit! You don’t feel a thing for me any more, do you? No, don’t bother denying it. That’s why I’m leaving you. I’m sick of being ignored … and neglected.” She burst into tears with the last words. It still hurt to say them, even if she was in love with someone else now.
“Oh, honey!” Danny was at her side and pulling her up out of the chair faster than she could have believed. His arms held her tight and he murmured into her hair. “I didn’t know you felt that way.” He paused for a couple of breaths, filled only by her sniffles. “You’re so right, baby. I haven’t been appreciating you like I should. But I love you, Karen, you’ve got to believe that.” His hands stroked her back as she sobbed wordlessly into his shoulder, hating herself for breaking down like this. But then he felt so good and warm and safe when he held her in his arms. It was so hard not to respond to him.
Then he tilted her face up and kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her hair, wiping the tears away. His lips met hers for a long, hard kiss and she could feel her pulse beginning to race. It almost felt like he meant it, like he really did care. He showered kisses down her neck until the breath caught in her throat. If she didn’t stop him soon, this would get completely out of hand. Despite her intentions, she could feel herself moisten when she thought about what that could mean.
But she made herself pull away and catch his face in her hands. Looking into his big brown eyes, she forced the words out. “No, wait, Danny. There’s more. I’m seeing someone else.”
“Are you now? And what’s he got that I don’t have?” His jaw tightened and she could see the hurt in his eyes. But he still held her close, one hand sliding down her skirt to cup her ass and pull her up even closer to him. A sharp heat went through her and she could feel him harden, feel herself begin to ache with need.
Oh, this is not good. She was supposed to be long over him, long past memories of what his body felt like against hers. Not responding like this. Gasping, she managed to respond, “She. I’m leaving you for Elaine.”
His dark blond eyebrows rose in surprise but he didn’t let her go. “Really? Well, I can think of quite a few things that she’s got that I don’t. Which of them won your heart, love?”
Karen stopped crying and wondered what to say next. After eight years together, he deserved an explanation. “She pays attention to me, Danny. I can really talk to her.” And she knows what I need better than you ever did. A shiver went through her as she imagined Elaine’s tongue on her clit, coaxing and caressing until she couldn’t stop coming. A drop of moisture ran down the inside of her leg and she bit her lip to hold back a tiny moan. Danny. Think about Danny, not Elaine, she told herself sternly.
He was still looking at her, sad brown eyes inches from hers. She couldn’t help noticing that his grip was tightening, not loosening up, while she looked for a way to let him down a little easier. His hand stroked its way over her ass and down her thigh so gently that she almost didn’t notice it. Almost, but not quite. Her breath caught in her throat and she whispered something incoherent about still loving him.
His hand went up her skirt and between her legs in a single motion, hard fingers shoving her lace panties inside her. A sound somewhere between a groan and a yelp tore itself from her lips and she pushed feebly against his shoulders. Her body was betraying her and she could feel herself hot and wet against his fingers, soaking the lace crotch of her pants. The lace irritated her clit, making it hard to think clearly. Danny ran his tongue down her neck from her jaw to her cleavage and thrust his fingers deeper inside her. “You were saying,” he prompted.
She could feel the desk behind her now, pressing into her thighs and she imagined what it would be like to have him take her right there. He would have done that back when they were first married, back before he got a private office and an assistant. Unthinking, she moaned and buried her fingers in his hair.
Danny tugged his wet fingers out of her and forced her back into an almost painful arch, thrusting her hardened nipples up towards his mouth. He sucked on one, slowly tonguing it through the fabric of her shirt until her whole body trembled. “We were having a discussion, Karen, my love. You were telling me why you were going to leave me for Elaine.”
She tried to imagine pushing him away, walking out before this went any further. It was getting harder to picture by the second. That was when he reached up with both hands and ripped her shirt open, buttons flying in all directions. She yelped and grabbed at the tatters of the silky shirt. What did he think he was doing? I love this shirt. She tried to look indignant, shocked at this casual brutality.
Danny continued playing with her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. “And I see you came dressed to leave me today, darling. I like the bra almost as much as the panties. Does it unfasten in the front? Ah yes, I see it does.”
His teeth closed on her nipple with a hard nip and she yelped, “She … she spanks me.” Ooops. She hadn’t meant to tell him that, hadn’t meant to let anything slip about their sex life at all. But then she hadn’t expected his hand up her skirt or his mouth on her breast. He knew her body so well it was clear he meant to exploit every nerve ending, every weakness. And she was prepared to let him do it. It’s goodbye, after all. Elaine would understand that. Wouldn’t she?
“Really? I didn’t realize you were kinky, darling. But all you had to do was ask, sweetheart. Remember that time you wore your old cheerleading uniform during the Superbowl? You seemed perfectly happy with my performance then.” He tugged her panties up sharply so that they pressed in a tight line from her clit to her asshole. “But perhaps you were just faking it.” His other hand trailed unexpectedly gentle fingers over her breast and down to the top of her skirt.
“No. I mean yes. It was so hot but, Danny, that was a long time ago.” The words tumbled out of her while her hands seemed to have a will of their own. She found she had loosened his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt without even thinking about it. He picked her up and sat her on the edge of the desk while she frantically tugged his shirt out of his pants, her fingers flying past button after button.
She had started to unfasten his belt buckle before he spoke again. “You’re right, love, it has been entirely too long.” He pulled her thighs up to his hips as he spoke, letting her feel his hard length against her wet pussy. “But I think you’ve got some responsibility here too. You might have told me what you wanted, been a bit more assertive about seducing me.” He reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, tugging them off over her heels with practised ease. “Ooooh. Did she shave you, too?”
Karen nodded and Danny stepped back. For the first time since she had come in, he looked angry. Also very, very hard and very hot. Karen barely held back the impulse to drop to her knees in front of him and take him into her mouth. Instead she tried to tug her torn blouse closed as he walked around behind her to sit in his chair.
“Come here, Karen.” It was not a tone that she could disobey and she stood up on shaky legs to walk to his side. “You know how much I wanted you to do that for me and you always said no, didn’t you?” She looked down at the industrial carpet and curved one high-heel inwards before she nodded. “Now pull up your skirt and let me see whether I like it or not.”
She vaguely remembered that she had come here to do something else and this wasn’t it. But her hands found the edge of her skirt and pulled it upwards anyway. Danny ran his hand lightly over her bare skin, then leaned over to plant a kiss just above her throbbing clit. Karen didn’t think she could stand much more. Elaine would have to buy a cat-o’-nine-tails to punish her enough for today. Danny’s voice broke into her thoughts. “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you, Karen?”
Her head shot up and she gave him a deer in the headlights stare. This was how Elaine always started out. A single drop ran from her aching pussy down the bare skin of her leg, followed by another. She nodded at Danny as if her head was attached to strings. How had he known? He reached out and caught a drop of her moist desire on his fingertips. Then his fingers were at her lips, insistent with the scent of her longing. She licked her juices from his skin and trembled.
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