by Cairo
“I think you are nice, hard and more than ready.”
The bartender returns with our drinks. Paris, Porsha and I lift our glasses, greedily eyeing the fresh catch I’ve reeled in for the night. Dark Stallion has no idea what he’s about to experience. The three of us smile at him, then to ourselves, as he raises his glass, licking his lips.
“To triple pleasure.”
“To triple pleasure,” the three of us say in unison, clicking our glasses to his. “And three times the fun!”
Passion
CHAPTER SIX
“Fuck me,” Persia moans desperately in Dark Stallion’s ear. “Oooooh, yes, fuck me hard!” She digs her nails into his hairy ass.
I am kissing the back of his neck, his shoulders, running my tongue along the seam of his muscular back. His salty skin excites my tongue. He is pounding Persia’s cunt, long and hard while watching Pleasure...I mean, Paris, roll her mini-vibrator over her clit, then slip it into her pussy. Legs wide open. Her beautiful cunt lips glisten, beckoning sweet kisses from Dark Stallion’s thick, full lips.
“You like looking at my sister’s pretty, brown pussy?” I ask him, nibbling on his ear, his neck, trailing my fingertips along the muscles of his back. I take in his hairy ass as he pumps his long licorice stick into Persia, scraping the bottom of her well. I want to suck him off, want to taste his cream-coated cock slathered by my sister’s cunt juices.
He grunts. “Aaaaah, shit, y’all some sexy bitches...”
“Oh my pussy’s so wet,” Paris moans, pinching her left nipple and pulling in her bottom lip as she lets go of her vibrator. Its end pokes out of her slit, buzzing away as she pushes a vibrating butt plug into her asshole. “Aaaaaah...oooooooooh...”
Dark Stallion remains transfixed on the sight before him. Paris gives him a show of seduction, enticing him, teasing him as she pleases herself. He twists and snaps his hips into Persia. She lets out a piercing moan. “That’s right, fuck her,” I urge, slipping two fingers into my own cunt. It greedily sucks them in, knuckles deep. “Fuck her deep...”
“Yeah, fuck her good, you sexy motherfucker,” Paris says. “You wanna see my pussy squirt?”
“Aaah, shit yeah,” he groans, twisting his face up. Sweat drips from his face onto Persia.
“Is that dick good, Sis?” Paris asks, eyeing him. “Is he making that pussy feel good?”
“Aaaah, yes...oooooh, yes...this dick is so good?”
“Put your fingers in my pussy,” I say, climbing up on the bed beside them. I am on all fours, looking over my shoulder at him. Dark Stallion reaches over, slides two fingers in and finger-fucks me until my juices drip down his hand. “Feed my sister my juices,” I tell him. He removes his fingers from my sticky center, then offers them to Persia. She sucks them. I can tell he is on the brink of erupting. The act itself—him feeding Persia my pussy juice—causes him to grunt. His breath escapes in trembling gasps. His eyes are rolling up in his head. “Nooooo, don’t you come, yet. Pull your dick out and let me taste my sister’s pussy.”
“Aaah, shit, y’all some freaky-ass babes,” he says, pulling his dick out. Persia shifts her body from beneath him so that I can slide underneath him. I take his condom-wrapped cock into my mouth, sucking off Persia’s juices before pulling the condom off and taking his dick raw into my throat while cupping his balls. I suck him deep for several minutes, then switch with Persia. Dark Stallion rolls over on his back as Persia opens her mouth and runs the tip of his bulbous head against her tongue. He moans. She moans. Paris moans.
“Ohhhhhh, I coming,” she says, thrashing about. Her body trembles. She squirts a stream of warm juices.
“Ooooh, yeah,” I moan, watching as her juices continue spurting out, “Look at that nice, wet pussy. I am lying on the opposite side of him. Persia is on the right side, I am on his left. “You made my sister’s pussy skeet,” I whisper, kissing him on his lips. His fingers strum my clit in rapid motion, causing my hips to buck. He moans. I moan. “You like how she’s sucking your dick?”
“Aaaah, yeah...fuck...y’all some real freaks, baby.” Paris crawls over to us, then squats up over Dark Stallion’s face. He looks up at her sweetness as she lowers it down onto his lips.
“Eat my pussy,” she says to him, running her hands through her hair. It is messy and wild, like the three of us. I watch as his tongue and mouth pleasures her. Watch as Persia’s mouth and tongue pleasures him. She effortless deep-throats him, her lips pressed against the base of his shaft, her nose in his pubic hair. He moans, burying his fingers deep into my own smoldering snatch.
“Oh, yes...finger my pussy, daddy...ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh...”
He is slurping.
Persia is slurping.
He pinches his nipple with his free hand, moaning, grunting and groaning. I watch as Persia pulls his dick from out of her throat. It is coated with spit; wet and slippery. She sticks her tongue out, then licks the shaft in flat, long strokes.
Paris comes again, squirting and moaning. She soaks his face and mouth. He tries to gulp up as much as he can in between his own moans. Persia sucks the head of his dick, lovingly, then more forcefully, stroking his shaft in simultaneous motion. Head and hands in sync, coaxing a nut out of it.
“Aaaa, fuck...you a real greedy, dick-suckin’ freak, aren’t you? You ready to catch this nut?”
“Mmmm,” she moans, noddin’ her head. “MmmhmmMmmmhmmmm...”
I reach over and grab her by the back of the neck, pushing her down on his cock. “Go all the way down on it.” She gags. Extends her tongue, then buries him back into her throat.
“That’s right, girl, work his dick over,” Paris says, cheering her on.
“Aaaah, fuck...”
“Go ’head, Sis,” I root, pinching his left nipple. Paris is hovering over him, licking the right nipple. Persia’s loud moans are muffled by a mouthful of hard dick.
“Aaaah, shit, I’m gettin’ ready to come...uhhhh...”
Paris and I scurry toward his throbbing cock, slipping a hand between our legs, humping our horny pussies down on them as we eagerly wag our tongues for our hot creamy treat. Dark Stallion has a hand on both of our asses, slapping them.
Persia rapidly strokes his cock, slipping a finger into his ass while Paris and I flick our tongues around his head. My cunt tightens in anticipation. He lets out a loud grunt then, in an instant, shoots out thick, creamy cum. The three of us take turns sucking his dick. Paris and I lick the sides of his shaft, while Persia sucks his balls. The three of us twirl our tongues all around his dick and balls, then lick up his nut before shifting our bodies and offering him our tongues. He kisses all three of us.
He closes his eyes, smiling. “Daaaaaamn, that was good.”
“Oh, nooooo,” we say in unison.
“The party’s just getting started,” Persia adds.
He pops his eyes open in shock. “Y’all wanna go another round?”
“Of course we do,” Persia tells him. “We never get tired of fucking.” Paris and I lick our lips. “You want pussy or ass? What you want first, Daddy?”
He grins. “All the above,” he says, shaking his head, grinning. “But, I’m gonna need a minute to rest.”
Persia gets up off the bed, walking into the bathroom. “There is no time for rest,” Paris whispers into his ear as I take his dick back into my mouth. “Our pussies need attention now.”
Persia comes back over to the bed and hands him two pills. He looks at her, confused. “It’s Viagra. Take two; it’ll keep your cock hard until we are done fucking you.”
“Oh, damn,” he says, lifting up on his forearm. He takes the pills. “Y’all don’t mess around, huh? I probably only need one of these,” he says, swallowing one and handing her the other. I am slowly milking his dick back to life with my mouth, lips, and tongue.
She grins, reaching for another condom from off the night-stand. “I told you I wanted to fuck the shit out of you.” I remove my mouth when he is rigid and ready. My pussy
constricts as Persia rolls the condom down on his dick. “And we plan on fucking you nonstop.” I climb up over him, lift my hips, while Persia guides his dick into the back of my slit. I moan as I inch down on him. Persia slaps my ass. “Now, ride this nigga down into the mattress.”
Porsha
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few nights later, we’re in our media room down in the basement, drinking Moscato and listening to CDs. Tyrese’s “On Top of Me” is playing low in the background. Persia is stretched out on one end of the leather sofa, Paris is sitting on the opposite end with her feet propped up on the leather cocktail ottoman, and I am sitting on the floor Indian-style, facing them. When we’re not working, traveling, or running errands, this is what we like to do. Sit and chill—listen to music and get caught up.
“Damn, I’d love to have Tyrese on top of me right about now,” Persia says, swaying to the music. She starts singing her own version of the lyrics. “Boy, I want youuuu on top...of...me...I got what ya dick needs...climb on up...on top of me...ride this pussy, nigga...”
Paris laughs. “Girl, shut that howling up. You’re making my ears bleed with all that screeching and shit.”
She sucks her teeth. “Whatever. You’re such a hater.”
“Hate on this,” Paris says, tossing two throw pillows at her. She ducks, swatting them away.
“You think Tyrese has a big dick?” I ask.
“Who cares?” Persia states, twisting her lips up. “That man can have a dick the size of a half-bitten Snickers bar as far as I’m concerned. As long as he eats pussy like a champion and is loaded with hot, gooey nuts, he can still get it.”
“Mmmm,” I practically purr, taking a sip of my drink. “I’ll give it to him. He’s sexy as hell. But, he doesn’t look like he can bring it in the sheets.”
Persia gives me an incredulous look. “Are you serious? He doesn’t look like he can bring it? Oh, that nigga’s bringing it and then some. Trust and believe.”
“Girl, fuck the sheets,” Paris snaps. “He can be as stiff as a corpse for all I care. I’ll ride down on that nigga’s face and fuck the shit out of his tongue, okay?”
I laugh.
“Ummm, speaking of big dick,” Persia says, grinning. “Damon wants to see us. He’s coming to town for some kind of training next week. I told y’all we’d be hearing from his freaky-ass again.”
Damon’s this stocky, brown-skinned IT manager from Boston we fuck from time-to-time when he’s in town on business. He’s a bit nerdy, but a whole lot of freaky. And, although his dick game is on point, he’s someone I don’t particularly enjoy freaking with. But, Paris and Persia do. So I’ll indulge him.
Paris smiles. “Whew, that nigga has one big, juicy dick.”
“Mmmmph,” I grunt, twisting my lips up. I glance over at Persia.
“Oh, girl, please,” she says, taking a sip from her drink, “grunt if you want. Taking Damon’s ass makes my pussy extra wet. I love it when he backs that tight, muscled-ass up on my rubber dick. He fucks so much better after he’s been fucked down real good.”
Paris laughs and coughs, almost choking on her drink. “Girl, your ass is stupid. But, uh, that nigga takes dick almost better than you.”
“And I enjoy giving it to him,” Persia says, laughing with her.
“I’m sorry,” I say, frowning at the both of them. “But I can’t stand watching all that hard-bodied man let you fuck him in his ass with a strap-on like that. It’s sinful and plain ole nasty.”
“Nasty hell,” Persia scoffs. “There’s nothing nasty about a man wanting ass play.”
I blink. “Ass play, my ass. Ass play is licking and fingering his hole, massaging his prostrate, not ramming a dick deep in it. No, what that nigga does is...ugh.” I shake my head, deciding to let it go. This is one of those situations she and I will never see eye-to-eye on. “Forget it. This is one thing you and I will have to agree to disagree on.”
“Answer me this,” she says, sitting up in her seat. “Does it get your pussy nice and hot watching me bust his ass out the frame?”
Now, believe me when I tell you, I consider myself extremely liberal and open-minded. But, uh...there’s something suspect about a man always wanting a dick up in his ass. I don’t care if it is attached to a woman. I feel a man wanting to be fucked in the ass—all the time, is trying to tell you something. Now, don’t get me wrong. Like I said, I’m all for massaging a man’s P-spot—with a finger, even a mini-vibrator, while he’s getting his dick sucked or fucking one of us. But, uh, strapping up and running a big-ass dick in his ass is a bit too extra for me. I don’t care what you say. A man wanting anything more than two-to-three inches inserted into his ass is very suspect to me. He either fantasizes about being with another man, or the nigga is an undercover, closeted case, if you ask me. But, hey, it’s his ass, his desires. So what I care?
“No,” I state, shaking my head. “It disgusts me. Watching Paris play in her pussy while I suck the skin off his big-ass dick is what gets me off.” I glance over at Paris. “Speaking of which. When’s the last time you sucked his dick?”
“Girl, you know I’ve never sucked his dick. I might have licked around his balls a few times or tongued him in the ass to get him ready for Persia. But I’ve always left the dick sucking to you.”
“Mmmph. Well, I think it’s time you wet him up, too.” I laugh. “I’m almost embarrassed to say this, but I can’t even front. That dick does taste damn good.”
“And tell the truth,” Persia says, eyeing me over the rim of her glass, “isn’t the nut creamier when his ass is stuffed with a dildo?”
Paris and I crack the hell up. “Now you reaching, boo. I ain’t saying all that. Anyway, Paris you need to wrap them made-for-dick-sucking lips around his and taste for yourself.”
“No, thank you. I’ll leave that all for you. I’d rather watch.”
I laugh. “Oh, please. Drop down on your knees and join in. We all know you one dick-sucking ho on the low.”
“Oh, hooker, I know you’re not talking,” she says, eyeing me and laughing, “the way you like slurping down a hot nut. You got some nerve. Your ass is the East Coast dick-gulping champion.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I like to pop a few back every now and then. Your point?”
“The point is we’re three fly, freaky bitches,” Persia interjects, raising her drink, “turning niggas out like there’s no tomorrow.” We raise our drinks, clink our glasses.
“To this goody-goody,” I say.
“Dipped in crack, rolled in heroin,” Persia adds.
Paris jumps up from her seat, starts patting her crotch area, shaking and jerking her body. Paris is a lot more fun when she’s tossed back a few drinks. “Got the niggas strung out, aching for another hit. Wishing for another injection of this hot pussy juice.”
Persia and I laugh as she drops down, bounces and rocks on her heels, holding her glass up in the air, not spilling a drop of her drink.
Persia waves her on. “Girl, your ass is a damn mess. If Mom were a fly on the wall she’d lose her damn mind. Speaking of her, she called me today and wants to know if we’re going to Pasha’s wedding in August.”
“I know,” Paris and I say at the same time. “She called us, too.”
“I figured she did. What’d y’all tell her?”
“Probably the same thing you did,” I say, taking a sip of my drink. “I told her we hadn’t really talked about it. I mean she already knows we don’t do anything without discussing it with each other, first.”
“I told her practically the same thing,” Paris mentions.
“I went down to the salon the other day to see Pasha,” Persia says, pouring another drink. “But she wasn’t in. Ghetto-ass Felecia was there, though, wearing this real cute blunt-cut, burgundy wig.”
“Popping her gum as usual, right?” Paris asks, reaching for the bottle, then filling her goblet to the rim. Felecia is also a cousin of ours.
My BlackBerry pings, letting me know I have a new
text message. I pick it up off the coffee table, glancing at the screen. It’s a text message from Irwin, six-three, two-hundred pounds of milk chocolate man meat with an extra-thick, curved, eight-inch dick that hits every angle of the pussy. He hits the spot every time.
I grin, reading his text message. “Guess who hit me up wanting to know if he can come through for a little role-playing?” I ask, glancing up from the screen. I don’t wait for them to ask. “Irwin.”
“Do tell,” Paris states, walking back over to the sofa and plopping down. “Oooh, he has some good dick, too.”
“What kind of role-play does he have in mind this time?” Persia wants to know.
“He wants us to pretend we’re strippers so he can make it rain on us.”
“And then what?”
“And then he wants to fuck the shit out of all three of us.”
“Well, shit. Tell him to bring his ass on,” Persia says, spreading her legs. “Let that nigga know we got all the pussy he needs to make it rain.”
I laugh, texting him back what she said. A minute later, he texts back: AND I HAVE ALL THE DICK Y’ALL NEED. LET’S MAKE IT HAPPEN. I’LL BE IN TOWN 1ST WEEK IN MAY.
I tell them what he says, texting him back to let him know we’ll be more than happy to make it happen. I toss my phone up on the sofa. “So what we gonna do about Pasha’s wedding? Y’all want to go, or send her a gift instead?”
“It doesn’t really matter to me,” Paris says, waving her hand dismissively. “But it would be nice to see all the family together.”
I agree, nodding. “True. Mom says Aunt Harriett is always asking about us.”
Paris shakes her head, laughing. “Yeah, I know. Probably so she can try to get us up in church with her so the pastor can lay hands on us. I can hear her now, telling the congregation that she has three heathen nieces in need of prayer.”
“Oh, please,” Persia says, sucking her teeth. “The only one she needs to get hands laid on is Pasha’s ass. I don’t care what anyone says, Pasha got some shit with her, too. Okay? Hell, she’s marrying a damn drug dealer, for God’s sake.” She pauses, pursing her lips. “You know. We need to call Felecia and invite her out for dinner so we can pump her gossiping-ass up with drinks, then get her to spill the dirt. You know she always has her nosey-ass posted up on Facebook and BlackPlanet, so I know she knows something.”