Bi-Satisfied

by Nikki-Michelle

  “Yeah?” he asked while looking her up and down. She had crossed one leg over the other as she leaned into me, so he got a full side view of her ass and thighs. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of either. “I’ll remember that next time,” he finally added.

  Summer grunted her response. Slipped her hand into my slacks and held me in her hand. I loved when she did that shit. Made me feel like I belonged to her. She snaked her tongue out and licked my top lip, then bit my bottom one. The alcohol couldn’t get me intoxicated, but Summer was taking my blood level way past the legal limit. She licked my chin and let her teeth graze me there. Bit down into my neck firmly, but gently enough to give me that pain and pleasure I longed for. My head fell back from my desire and arousal. Like I knew her, she knew me.

  Eight years . . . eight fucking years I’d waited . . . just so I had to share.

  My eyes opened when I felt Michael slide up behind her. He wouldn’t be denied. His big hand gripped and massaged her backside. Michael rubbed up and down her thighs as he placed kisses against her shoulders. As if he’d said, “Open sesame,” her legs slowly spread. He was quick to take the opening. Slid his hands between her thighs, like her pussy belonged to him. The waitress walked over and sat my drink on the table. She couldn’t take her eyes off my dick. Summer had pulled it out and had started to stroke it like it was hers to do with what she pleased.

  Her eyes were closed. Her head had fallen back because Michael was fingering her love and sucking her left breast. While her head was thrown back, she couldn’t pay attention to his hand, which was leaving her wet pussy and making its way over to my hard dick. She tensed. Stopped stroking when she felt his hand join hers. I took my drink to the head. Summer looked down. Michael never looked up. His hand was wrapped around hers, and he used her hand to stroke my manhood.

  I twisted my neck from side to side. Had to roll my shoulders. The shirt I had on seemed to be getting smaller in size. I slid forward a bit on the seat. Needed to get comfortable. I was tense. Summer’s heated gaze was on me now. She was looking me right in the eyes. She looked confused. Nervous. Unsure of what was going on, what was about to happen. Michael still had her hand and was jacking me off while sucking her breasts like a feeding infant.

  “Want to stop?” I found the words to ask her. Yeah, the whole thing had me in a zone, but none of it mattered if she was uncomfortable.

  She slowly shook her head. Michael raised his head, looked over at me while he continued to use her hand to pleasure me.

  “Let me eat her pussy, David,” he practically pleaded.

  “No,” David told him.

  He made a clicking sound with his lips. “Ask her if she wants me to.”

  “No.”

  “Ask her.” He talked while one of his hands slid back between her legs and the other continued to hold her hand and stroke me.

  I licked my lips, trying to get my breathing under control. Summer’s eyes were at half-mast, but she could see me. I could tell she wanted it. Didn’t want to ask her, because I knew she would say yes. I was being possessive and selfish. Didn’t want another nigga to get what I’d been working so hard to have, no matter who it was.

  Still, I asked, “Do you want him to eat your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to come?”

  “I . . . I don’t know,” she answered.

  “I’m going to be mad if you do.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  I looked at Michael. Didn’t want to, but I gave him permission. We had an audience. People had gathered around discreetly and were watching. Michael dropped to his knees with ease. When that nigga’s tongue snaked out to its full length, half the women and the men in the room gasped. Summer’s eyes widened. She wasn’t expecting the length and thickness of his kitty licker. No woman ever was. As soon as his tongue flattened and licked her from back to front, she shivered. A sound erupted from her that gave the impression that she was about to speak in tongues. Her legs spread wider on their own. He didn’t have to open them. She was spread-eagle for him.

  I looked on as he spread her lips with his tongue. Became a voyeur with the rest of the room as he lapped at her vaginal entrance and then traveled up to her clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth so quick, it looked like a serpent’s tongue.

  “Ayeee,” Summer cried like she was Spanish.

  She was making that ugly come face for him. He ran his tongue between her inner and outer lips. Fucked her pussy with his tongue. In and out, around and around. Every time he did that tongue-flicking thing, she gripped my dick tighter. He made her stroke harder while he stiffened his tongue. Flicked here and there, but kept going back to her clit. Rubbed his face in her pretty pussy.

  Summer’s head was turning from side to side. Her back was arching, bowing forward, then backward. She was baring her teeth. She couldn’t take the tongue-lashing he was giving her. Her clit was fully exposed; her pearl at full peak. Michael pulled back, let his tongue extend past his chin—he was showing off for his audience—then licked Summer from her center and closed his lips around her vaginal lips until he got to her clitoris. Pulled that pink morsel into his mouth and sucked gently . . . at first. I leaned forward. Quickly inserted my index and ring fingers into her. I stroked slowly . . . at first. Michael sucked hard. I pushed my fingers in and out of her harder. Michael sucked faster. I stroked faster. Tapped that beautiful G-spot until it looked as if she was crying.

  “Ah, God, David! Oh, my God . . . ,” she all but yelled.

  We tag teamed her. While he focused on the organ made strictly for her pleasure, I focused on a spot to intensify it. Michael still had her hand in his and was still jacking my dick. Shit was intoxicatingly mind-numbing. I could feel myself about to explode, but I wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until she did. In a matter of seconds, before my thoughts had even been formulated, I snatched my fingers from her love and watched her drown Michael in her come.

  “Shit!” he yelled and jumped back in shock.

  She kept squirting. Looked like she was about to cry. People around the room whispered aggressively. Talked about what had happened. They wanted to experience what she had.

  Michael ran a hand down his face. Summer’s body kept erupting. That didn’t stop that greedy nigga, though. He went back in for more. Kept eating her out until she couldn’t take any more. Once she caught her breath, she looked over at me. She couldn’t breathe, like always. Only this time she didn’t give me a chance to breathe for her. She dropped her head in my lap. She removed her hand from Michael’s. Made him hold my dick while she sucked me off. Coated my dick in warm saliva while using his hand as a placeholder. Then she used his hand to stroke me while she blew me.

  I was somewhere between oblivion and torture.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  It was my turn to make the ugly come face, especially when she felt my head swell. She knew it was the signal for my climax. Summer took me to the back of her throat, and I released like a geyser. I had to grab her head. My hips bucked, and I was afraid I was going to choke her, but she didn’t let up. My ass cheeks were clenched, and I’d lifted myself a few inches from the seat.

  “Summer . . . baby . . . ,” I growled low.

  She got my meaning. I’d already turned into a punk in front of my boy. She wouldn’t make me turn into a bitch any further, like she’d done in the shower. She sat up. Looked around and was ashamed that people were staring. She was struggling to breathe, but so was I. So I couldn’t breathe for her. Michael did it for me. He removed his hand from my dick and took her mouth. Kissed her to the point that she was damn near another orgasm.

  A few minutes later, after we’d gotten ourselves together as best we could, Summer wearing my dress shirt wrapped around her waist because she’d soaked another dress, we did our walk of shame out of our den of iniquity. The night air slapped us all as soon as we walked out the double doors. The wind acted as the hand of God, chastising us for fornicating and committing adulte
ry.

  Summer had spaghetti legs. She stumbled and almost fell. Both Michael and I caught her arms. She giggled nervously. We laughed at her. She tried to walk again, only to stumble again. I scooped her into my arms and walked for her. Michael’s phone kept ringing. Sadi wanted to know where her husband was.

  “Hello,” he answered. His voice was deep enough that he sounded as if he was asleep, but he wasn’t. He was stimulated sexually, so his voice had dropped an octave. I remembered that voice. Remembered how he sounded late at night, when the getting was good.

  I let him handle talking to his wife as I got Summer to my truck. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Laid her head on my shoulder and relaxed.

  “You let him make you come again,” I told her.

  “You made me come,” she replied.

  “His mouth was on you.”

  “Your fingers were in me. I called out one man’s name.”

  That hadn’t been lost on me. He’d been giving her more pleasure than she could handle, but not once had she called his name. She’d called mine, though. I kissed her lips as I carried her. She smiled.

  “Tomorrow. I fly out tomorrow,” Michael was saying as he walked up to us.

  I was putting Summer in the front seat. I buckled her seat belt and was about to shut the door when she pulled me back down to kiss her. I was just as eager to return the kiss. She moaned loudly. Grabbed my dick through my pants and rubbed it aggressively. She was hot and bothered. I needed to get her home.

  Summer

  Trojan Magnums, I was allergic to those. He knew that. So we tried Durex XL. We stopped at a local CVS, and the three of us examined the different brands of condoms together as we held hands. David held my right hand. Michael held my left. People stared at us openly. Wondered what the hell we were about to get into and why we were brazen enough to broadcast it. We didn’t care. At least I knew I didn’t. All I cared about was feeling David, and possibly Michael, inside me. For that, we needed protection.

  Michael was playing in my hair, taking my two cornrows out, as David continued to examine the condoms. Michael kissed my neck. Said he had to touch me in some way. Promised he couldn’t keep his hands off me. While David asked a random store clerk who was passing by if Durex condoms were really extra-large, Michael kept kissing me. People kept watching. We still didn’t care. While Michael paid for the condoms, David whispered in my ear. Told me he wanted to fuck me hard, make love to me gently, and have sex with me passionately all at the same time. I giggled like a schoolgirl. I wanted him to do all of those things too.

  The Durex XLs didn’t fit. Too small. David said they felt more like LifeStyles condoms. He was thick. Dick was thicker than a full-grown cucumber. So damn copious. He was annoyed. I was frustrated. Sexually so. We didn’t want to go back out and take the time to find an XL condom that fit.

  Rain had started to fall. My kind of weather. The rain mixed with the cold was titillating for me. I opened my window a bit. Liked the way a gust of cold air would creep under the sash from time to time and join in. The air wrapped us in a cocoon that no one could penetrate.

  “We need protection,” David told me.

  I responded, “I know.”

  “Can’t do it without it.”

  “Have to be safe and responsible.”

  “Yeah . . .”

  He was between my legs, naked. What a sight he was to behold when he was naked. Shoulders broad, chest sculpted, abs perfectly molded into six perfect packs, which led down to a V cut so flawless that I had to stare at it for moments. There, below that V, sat what made him anatomically male. That slight curve, though. I had to watch out for that curve.

  There I lay, underneath my best friend, while his best friend watched from a chair across the room. Michael was naked too. He was lying back in my big chair, with a towel underneath him, as he manhandled his own dick. He needed two hands to do it. Something about Michael’s hands turned me on. They were so big, he could palm one of my ass cheeks easily with only one of them. I enjoyed that. Even though his face was shielded by the shadows in the room, I knew he was watching us. He was breathing hard. Chest moving up and down. His abs constricting with each breath. Those calves and thighs of his were powerful. He was taller than David. Legs were longer. More muscle, more horsepower resided in those thighs.

  David brought my attention back to him. The head of his dick was leveled at the entrance to my love.

  “Status?” I said to him.

  “Negative.”

  “You positive?”

  “Positive it’s a negative,” he answered assuredly. Then he asked me, “Status?”

  “Negative.”

  “You positive?”

  “Positive it’s a negative,” I responded in kind.

  I was so wet. So fucking wet. Past the point of rethinking what we were about to do. I took David’s glasses off his face. Placed them over my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He chuckled. I smiled. We had forgone the bed. We’d stopped at my oversize couch and let our clothes fall where they may.

  My legs widened so he could fall deeper between them. The passion brewing between us had been a long time coming. So much so that when his head broke skin, both of us stopped breathing for a second. David almost lost control. I was caught off guard by how much he filled me up. Damn. He filled me up beyond capacity. I bit down on my lower lip, hissed, backed up a bit, and stared up at him. He followed me, sinking deeper and deeper into my love below as he did so. He kept his eyes on me. Affixed me to him so I could see and feel what I had been missing.

  I had thought he would be gentle. Had thought he would ease me into taking all he had to offer, but no. David gave me all of him right away. More than I could stand. Sank so deep into me that before he gave me the first stroke, my eyes were widening due to the threat of an orgasm.

  “Eight years, Summer. You made me wait eight damn years just so I would have to share you,” he said. His eyes told me he was angry. He was holding on to that passion that he was anxious to express so that he could show me how angry he was.

  “I’m so—”

  “Don’t apologize. Too late,” he growled.

  He pulled all the way out of me. Dipped his head to kiss me as he aggressively entered me again. When my tongue snaked out to meet his, he sucked it into his mouth, pulled back out, and then slowly eased back inside me. I was hot. On fire. Droplets of rain broke through the window screen. Splashed against his back, my face, thighs, breasts. As David worked his hips up and down like he was a professional dancer, he sucked my neck. Didn’t forget about my ears. My ears were sensitive. A pleasure zone that many men had ignored. But not David. He paid both of them the same attention. He let his breath heat them up. Licked and nibbled as he made me act like I’d never before had the kind of sex he was giving me.

  “Damn,” Michael groaned from across the room.

  Both David and I turned to look at him. Michael was in his own state of bliss. He got to watch both me and David in an orgasmic tailspin of coitus. Michael was coming. David never broke stroke as we both watched Michael struggle to keep his composure.

  “You feel so good, David,” I whispered in his ear. He grunted. I kept talking. Let my teeth nick his ear. “Damn, you feel so good. I hate this shit,” I said.

  “You feel even better, baby. So fucking tight and wet,” he groaned low as he shut his eyes tightly, then opened them quickly, like he’d remembered he didn’t want to miss anything.

  My nails dug into his back. I cried out when he put a hump in back. He stopped making love to me and started to fuck me. Went deeper, harder, with just enough force to make me hyperventilate and convulse. His hips beat against mine like African drums. Worked in a rhythm that had him sweating. I worked my hips with him. Had to give it back as good as I was getting it. The muscles in his arms coiled underneath his skin as he caged me. Pushed my knees past my ears. Opened me up to him so he could feel the full depth of what I claimed I hated.

  There was nothing bet
ween us. No barrier. He was swelling. Stretching my walls until they accommodated him. Giving me those nine inches he had bragged about the night before, because the pussy was good. I moaned a song of pain and pleasure. I didn’t know which I wanted more, the pain or the pleasure. Both were so damn good to me. So fucking good to me. My moans encouraged him as he stroked deeper inside me with a sense of urgency. He was on a mission. I wanted to help him get there. My pussy would forever be stamped with the name David.

  “Say it, Summer,” he demanded in a voice not his own.

  He was lost with me. He had gone off the love we were making. He was straining to hold on. Like he wanted me to know what I was doing to him. Had done to him.

  “David . . . please . . . don’t . . .” I didn’t want to say it. He was going to make me say it. He was going to have his way one way or the other.

  “Stop playing with me,” he demanded as he blanketed my body with his. “Say. It.”

  His arms enclosed my thighs, spread my cheeks, and he got deeper. David was skilled. Too confident in those skills. He had played the game with me long enough. Now it was time for me to play by his rules. God, his rules were so damn hard. Shit, they were so hard....

  I heard Michael groan. It was something guttural that sounded like it had come from a big cat on the savanna of Africa. I focused my attention on Michael, as much of it as David would allow, long enough to see his creamy satisfaction oozing over his big hands. David got bolder. Dipped his head down to take on sucking both breasts, moving from one to the other, as he pumped like he was trying to get me hooked on him.

  The sex David was giving me was anything but ideal. It went beyond what regular people thought of as sex. No, what David was giving me was years of pent-up aggression. Years of chasing this pussy. When he had finally got it, he’d pounced on it. Claimed me as his own. Pulled out, with my come coloring his dick like creamy glaze on a doughnut. Flipped me over onto my stomach and entered me again, forcefully. I roared out like an animal in the wild. He bit down on the back of my neck. Snarled, with a low rumble in his throat. He snatched the back of my hair and made me raise my head. The move made me arch perfectly into his hips. I raised my hips inches off the couch so I could throw my ass back into him.