by Cairo
I pull him out of my mouth. And reach for Marcel’s dick, flicking my tongue over its swollen head, lapping at the shimmering precum as it trickles out of his slit. I press their dicks together, then alternately suck them both; my hot mouth gliding over each one.
My eyelids flutter up, taking in the sight of these two masculine men kissing fiercely, groaning as their tongues dance around in each other’s mouths. They both have a hand on my breasts, caressing each one, pinching and tugging at my nipples.
My clit throbs.
My pussy burns hotter.
My outer lips get slicker.
I need, want, Marcel’s dick back inside of me, feeding me his width and length. Slamming in and out of me, over and over. Oh, how I need to be fucked, again.
Deep and delicious.
I tell Marcel so. Beg him. Urge him. “Fuck me…Please. Put your dick back inside of me…”
But my demand goes unanswered. Instead, I am being pushed back onto the bed, my legs spread apart. My cunt splayed open by eager hands as Marcel and Caramel drop to their knees, bow their heads, and worship my pussy.
I bite into my bottom lip.
Count the number of times their tongues move over my clit—Marcel’s and our secret lover’s, along the folds of my pussy, then up and down my throbbing pussy lips, then again back over my clit. I lean up on my forearms, panting and moaning. Force my eyes to focus on the decadent performance of their swirling tongues, flicking against the others as they paint wet circles over my engorged clit. Perfect eights.
I count each lick in my head. Count each stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Around and around and around, the heat from their greedy tongues teasing me into an orgasm.
“Ooooh, yes…lick my pussy…mmmm…yes, yes, yes, yesss…ooh, ooh, ooooh…right there, right there…”
Marcel cups my clit with his tongue. Our lover slides two long fingers inside of me, curling his fingers inward, beckoning an orgasm out of me; taunting a moan to escape my lips.
Lapping and nibbling, probing and flicking, wet tongues, wet fingers, stroking between my legs; spreading my wetness, moving over my clit, sliding around my ass, pinching my erect, aching nipples until I am moaning and moving my hips, shuddering.
I blink. The room spins. My eyes are hazy with want.
I scream out in need as they both stroke their dicks with one hand while tongue-fucking my wet and wanting cunt, their tongues echoing the smack-slap and thrust and withdrawal of their cocks sliding through their palms.
Desire and heat creeps up in me. Sweeps through my pussy and snatches my breath. I want them both inside of me. Marcel’s thick, dark chocolate slicing into my cunt. Caramel’s curved dick sawing into my ass.
Fucking me.
Stroking me.
Gutting me.
Before the sun rises…I’ll have them both.
And then I will savor watching Marcel mercilessly fuck himself into Caramel’s gaping wet mouth again, coating his throat with another round of his sweet semen before sending our secret lover on his merry way.
THIRTEEN
Marcel
After a taking an early morning run on the beach, then sitting out on the terrace looking out over the Pacific Ocean, Sunday afternoon finds Marika and I are already getting in round two with our second guest for the weekend before we have to board our private jet and head back to New York in another three hours. Bret Morrison. Six-four star point guard and one of the NBA’s hottest draft picks. And another cat who loves pussy, but digs getting it in with another muhfucka on the low whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Like right now.
Marika and I have gotten it in with Bret several times over the last two years when we’re out on the West Coast and feel the urge to indulge with a repeat. Kicking some real shit, I think Marika’s crushin’ on him on the low.
But it’s all good.
I’m diggin’ the long-tongued, thick-dicked muhfuckah’s swag on the low, too. With his sexy dark eyes, lean, muscular frame and tattooed flesh, he’s the only cat I can actually close my eyes and visualize his sensual mouth wrapped around my dick—sucking my shit like it’s the last thing he’ll ever slide into his wet mouth, sucking this dick with a whole lot of spit—and my dick will brick up without stroking it.
There’s something ’bout this sexy muhfuckah that does it for me. But still I keep that shit in check. Keep it in perspective. It’s strictly physical.
Aiight, aiight…and part mental.
But that’s it. I’m not tryna wave some rainbow flag and wife the muhfucka. But keepin’ shit a hunnid, I’ve definitely considered fucking him in his ass a few times. Word is bond. This niggah has a juicy muhfuckin’ ass.
And it’s the only muhfucka’s ass I’ve ever stuck my tongue in. Tongue-fucked the shit outta it while he sucked my shit.
Sixty-nine.
His ass hovering over my face.
My tongue flicking around in his asshole.
My legs bent at the knees and spread wide.
His mouth on my dick.
Marika sucking and licking on my balls, then inching up and sucking his hard dick into her mouth.
It was the first time I bust off mad fast.
In less than fifteen minutes.
“Ooh, yes, baby,” Marika says in between soft moans and low groans. “Uh, uh, uh, uh…” She fucks back on my dick, her pussy gulping in all but two thick inches of it. “Oooh, yesss…uh, my pussy…mmmm…feels so good…oooh…”
With my hands on my hips, I keep still. Allow Marika to clap her ass up and down and around my dick, her wet cunt sliding back and forth on it.
Slap!
“Yeah, baby, get that dick,” I coax, watching her ass bounce and shake as I slap it.
Slap!
I reach over Marika and slap Bret’s ass. He’s on his knees in front of her, his hanging balls dangling in her face.
Doggy-style.
The both of them.
“Lick that muhfucka’s ass, baby,” I grunt, pulling open Marika’s ass cheeks. I spit into her asshole, smear it in with my finger, then stick my thumb inside of her. Her back arches. While I’m fucking Marika from the back, I lick my lips as she licks Bret’s muscular ass cheeks, then pulls them open and starts licking on the inside of his ass.
Dude moans and wriggles. His hard, swollen cock swings and bounces. I lean forward and stretch my long arm around and reach for it, stroking it in my hand. I kiss Marika on her shoulder, then nip at her ear as I move my own dick in and outta her soppy-wet hole, fucking her with slow precision in sync with my hand strokes up and down Bret’s cock. His precum drips over my hand as I grab his balls; cup and squeeze them muhfuckas.
He groans.
Marika moans. Her tongue dipping in, then flicking out, then swirling over his puckered hole.
I moan. “Yeah, baby…fuck that hot tongue all up in his juicy asshole.”
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…mmm…uh…oooh…”
“Aaah, shit,” Bret grunts as Marika’s finger goes knuckle deep into his ass. She pulls his dick to the back with her free hand and sucks the head. His body trembles. “Fuck. Uh. Oooh, fuck…”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby…make that muhfucka bust…” I reach for a set of black vibrating anal beads with a T-shaped handle on the end beside me. Pull open Marika’s ass. Then drip more spit into her asshole, before pushing the first bead in. Pop.
Marika gasps. Burrows her tongue inside Bret. He groans. Buries his head into the pillow. Backs his ass up on her tongue.
Slap!
I slap Marika’s soft ass.
Slap!
I reach over Marika, and slap Bret’s muscled ass. Then thrust my hips and fuck another inch of my dick into Marika’s warm, creamy cunt. She moans into Bret’s ass, reaching between his thighs again and pulling his dick and balls back, licking around his balls, then the head of his dick, before sliding it into her mouth.
Slowly I push the second bead in her ass. This one’s a lit
tle bigger than the first. Pop. I grunt. “Yeah, baby…look at that pretty asshole…” I push the third—pop, and then the fourth—pop, and finally the fifth bead in—pop, each one bigger than the other.
I can feel the beads vibrating against the thin skin between her ass and juicy pussy, pulsing along the shaft of my wet, sticky dick. Heat sizzles up around my balls causing me to tremble.
“Uh, fuck, baby…you got that good, juicy pussy…”
“Yeah, fuck your pussy, baby…” she murmurs, greedily licking up and down Bret’s shaft.
I reach under her and slide my fingers over her clit. Marika digs her nails into each side of Bret’s ass cheeks, her nose pressed into his hole as she sucks his dick deep into her mouth.
He grunts. “Aah, fuuuuuck! Shit! Goddamn…!”
“Yeah, baby, suck that shit,” I say, slapping his ass again.
Slap!
I slowly twist the vibrating beads slowly in and out of Marika’s ass, gliding my dick in and out of her slit. In. Out. Mmm, her pussy walls feel like silk. In. Out. In. Out. Damn. The way her wet heat caresses my shit is making my toes curl. I shut my eyes. Throw my head back. Try to hold the nut working its way out of me.
“Oooh, fuck, baby…mmmm…uhhh…aaah, shiiit…motherfuck…this wet pussy…mmmph…”
Marika shakes. Cries out. Bucks her hips. She’s on the edge. Burning hot. “Yes, yes, yes…I’m cumming, baby…oooh, yesssssss!”
I quickly pull the beads from her ass. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop…
Then reach over and push them deep into Bret’s ass.
He trembles. Groans. Begs. Arches his back. He’s on the verge of busting his nut. “Aaaaah, shiiiiit…yeah, fuck…suck that shit. Fuuuuuck!”
I shudder. Moan. Give in to ecstasy. “Aaaah fuuuuuuck…I’m cuuuummin’…”
The three of us nut in unison.
Bret in Marika’s mouth.
Marika all over my cock.
And me…deep inside my baby’s hot cunt.
FOURTEEN
Marika
Late Monday morning finds me standing in the middle of the kitchen with Marcel pulling me into him, his hands gripping my ass. I can feel his dick pressing into my abdomen. And the juices soaking through my black La Perla Brazilian briefs and glazing my heated cunt lips is evidence of how aroused I am.
“I had a great weekend with you, baby,” he says before kissing my forehead. “I don’t know how I ever got to be so lucky to have such a fine-ass, freaky wife.”
I look up into his eyes and smile. Great is an understatement to describing this past weekend in Beverly Hills with him. We are both still floating from our weekend getaway. It was everything I’d hoped for, and more. Delicious. Raunchy. Seductive. Sinful. Taboo.
We didn’t bed any women this trip. Only men.
Two of them.
And it left me satiated. My pussy well-fucked. Throbbing. Aching. Quivering. And lustfully awaiting our next rendezvous point.
The beautiful island of Saint Lucia.
Four months from now.
And there, we will feast on pussy and ass and bouncing breasts.
“I’m the lucky one,” I say, placing my hands up on his muscled shoulders. “I needed that. And there’s no one else I could ever imagine experiencing any of it with.”
Marcel grins. “Likewise. We both needed that, baby.” He kisses me on the lips. “There’s nothing more intoxicating than being surrounded by a bunch of obnoxiously beautiful muhfuckas.”
“Mmm…” I lick my lips, remembering all the beautiful scantily clad vixens and handsomely, sculpted men, all in search of a salacious night of scandalous fucking.
Marcel leans in. His tongue traces the seam of my lips before I part them and he slips his tongue inside. I shut my eyes, imagining being locked in a candlelit suite filled with the musical sounds of grunts and moans and oohs and aahs.
Marcel is blindfolded.
Anticipation and desire building into a slow fire as I wait for the naked man wrapped in bronze-colored skin and rippling muscles to slap his hard dick up against Marcel’s lips. He tells Marcel to stick his tongue out, then slides his dick over it. Tells Marcel to kiss his cockhead. Marcel kisses the tip and kisses around it, then licks it.
He moans.
I moan.
I play in my pussy watching. Delighting in the debauchery unfolding in front of me. I reach for a dildo, slide it up and down and over my clit, then push it into my wetness as Marcel’s mouth opens around the nameless man’s dick and he massages the tip with his lips.
I moan as Marcel sucks Mr. Nameless’ cock deep into his mouth, every inch filling his mouth. I fuck myself silly as Marcel fucks the nameless man with his tongue.
His dick is thick, very thick. But not as long as Marcel’s, then again…not many of our male lovers are ever as long as he is. Some have come very close to it—eleven, eleven-and-a-half, even twelve. But still none to match or surpass what Mother Nature has blessed Marcel with. Thirteen inches is a lot of dick to come by. And it’s all mine. And whomever else we allow to share it with.
I come over and over, bucking my hips as Mr. Nameless bucks his dick hard into Marcel’s mouth, moaning and grunting as hot semen splashes the back of his throat and floods into his mouth.
I swallow. A half-smile plays on my lips.
“What are you thinkin’?”
I shake my head. “Oh, nothing.”
“Nah, nah, baby. Don’t do me like that. Go ’head ‘n’ say it.” He chuckles. “I know it’s something nasty.”
I feign insult. “Now what makes you say that?”
He grins. “Yo, c’mon. Who you think you talkin’ to? ’Cause I know you, baby. That look means you have something dirty on ya mind. So spill it. You know I love the way ya dirty mind thinks.”
“Wellll, since you put it that way,” I say coyly. “I was hoping you would’ve sucked either Cameron’s or Brets dick for me, or at the very least with me.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, baby. You know I’m not sucking no dick.”
I tilt my head. “Why not?”
“ ’Cause you know that’s not me, baby.”
I reach between us, rub on his dick, feigning a pout. His abs clench. I try not to stare, but it’s difficult. I lick my lips. “But it’s what I want. I want to see you suck a dick. Do I ever deny you?”
The corners of his mouth curl up. “Nah. Never. Anything I want, my baby gives me. No question.”
Heated lust shoots through the pit of my pussy, causing a burning pleasure to build up inside of me. “And anything I want, you give me, no?”
“Tu veux que je suce une bite?” Marcel says in French. He knows how hot he makes my pussy whenever he speaks in his native tongue. He kisses my right cheek, then along the column of my neck as his right hand snakes its way up my silk blouse, then under my bra. He fondles my breasts.
“Mmmm…”
“Is that what you really want, baby?” his voice is low and husky. There’s a hint of mischief and horniness dancing around in his eyes. “To see ya man on his knees sucking another muhfucka’s dick?”
I nod. “Y-y-yes. Mmm…a big, long, juicy one. Then I want to get on my knees and suck it with you. Our tongues flicking against each other’s as we lick his dickhead.”
Marcel’s dick instantly stretches and thickens.
“N’est pas sucer ma bite assez pour vous?”
Suck and dick are the only two words I make out in his sentence. He loves teasing me. He grins. Translates in English: “Isn’t sucking my own dick enough for you?”
“Yes. It is. You know seeing you suck your dick turns me on. But I’ve been fantasizing about us sucking dick together.”
He takes what I’ve said to him with a bemused smile. “Oh, word? Is that so?”
“Yes. That’s what I want. From you, baby.
He starts laughing. “So let me get this straight. You want us to become the Bonnie & Clyde of cock sucking?”
I punch him softly
in his hard chest, trying to stifle a laugh. “No, silly. But the next time we bring a man to our bed, I want you to suck him with me.” I bat my lashes for effect. “Pretty please.”
Marcel cups my ass cheek in one hand. “J’adore ce gros cul juteux.”
I moan. Marcel knows how to make me feel slutty and sultry at the same time. Fat and juicy are the only two words I can decipher. “Say it again. This time in English.”
“I said”—he squeezes my ass—“I love this fat, juicy ass.”
“Mmm.” My pussy is soaked in juices. “I thought that’s what you said. Now back to my question. Will you suck a dick with me?”
He smiles that lopsided smile of his, flashing his dimples. The smile that lets me know nothing else needs to be said. My wish will be fulfilled.
A soft moan slips out of me as he gently squeezes my left nipple, then my right. “You’re going to make me late to the office,” I whisper, allowing him to undo my blouse with his free hand. Of course I have no intentions of ever putting up much of a fight where Marcel and sex is concerned. My Scorpion blood runs hot for him. Always hot. Always ready. Marcel’s other hand is now up my skirt, his fingers skimming along my pussy lips.
And I am wet. So very wet. My panties are a sodden mess.
Marcel pushes two fingers into me until they can’t go any deeper. “Damn, baby, you so fuckin’ hot. Putain tellement humide pour moi.” Pleasure ignites all through me as he tells me how fucking wet I am for him. The feral look in his eyes tells me he is going to fuck me deep and good.
The sharp scent of my overheating pussy slowly seeps out from beneath my skirt, revealing my hungry need.
“You might wanna call the office ‘n’ tell ’em ya man’s got you runnin’ late.” Marcel pulls his dick up and over the waistband of his boxers. “I don’t need much time.” He leans in. His tongue dips into my mouth again. The thought of him sucking another man’s dick with me causes a deep, throbbing ache to pound inside my flaming cunt.
I am a wildfire.
My skirt hiked up over my hips. My panties and pussy soggy with lust, Marcel lifts me up and carries me over to the island counter where dozens of stainless steel pots are strung high over it, setting me up on it.