by Pynk
Austin continued to look back as he finger-fucked her from juicy wall to juicy wall. “Hold up, I’ve gotta taste me some a that. Talk about peaches and cream,” he said, as a silky flow of slippery juices escaped from her split. He removed his drenched fingers at the same time he backed out his fully grown dick from her mouth. He eased himself down from her face to between her legs and took a long sniff of her glazed opening. His dick jumped beneath him. He pointed his tongue to catch every bit of her secretions. He licked his lips and groaned, going back closer toward the heat, inserting his tongue deep inside fast. She raised her ass and arched her back upward. She noticed Teela standing over her, rubbing her own engorged clit.
“Bring that bushy pussy over here and sit on my face,” the young woman said, as though she had no problem pleasing Teela with just as much skill as Austin had.
“I’ll just watch. You two get it good,” Teela told her. She found a spot on the end of the bed where she leaned back on the pale blue comforter and opened her legs wide. She eagerly played with herself, squeezing her breasts and adding spit to her clitoris, continuing to massage herself at the sight of her dread-wearing man eating the obviously delicious stranger’s pussy.
Payshun hungrily checked out Teela, from her perky, peachy titties to her thick, shapely legs. Payshun moaned and then closed her eyes, grooving her hips while Austin made sure to press her legs all the way back so he could really get to work.
Teela warned her, “You’re about to find out for real that real men do eat pussy.”
Austin’s actions were precise. One long middle finger inside just a little, and then upward just a bit, just enough to find the rough meat of her G-spot, another finger circling her rectum. His wide biceps muscles contracted as his fingers did the skilled pussy walking. His bottom lip resided right at the top of her opening, and he shifted his tongue and top lip from a flicking motion upon her clit to a tongue insertion just barely inside, while he continued to press inside just so, and then he heard her make… that sound.
“Aaaaahhhh, oooooooohhhhh, uuuuuummmmmmh, yes, what the fuck? Shit. Wait, wait,” she begged, and panted and tried to scoot. “What are you doing? Oh shit. I can’t take it. What are you doing to me?” He held her in place and she bore down. Her grip tightened. “Damn, I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” She stiffened and made a gurgling sound, then shouted like someone had swallowed her whole: “Ayyyyyyyyyyy, awwww, yes, yes, yes.” Each yes was louder than the previous.
Teela’s volume matched. “Shit. Suck all that cum outta that black pussy.” She watched Payshun’s orgasm erupt and then sucked her teeth hard. “Get it like you do me, baby. Suck it all.” Her own squirting steam started to roll. There was a squish sound and she howled. “Ahhhhhhhhh, uuugghh.”
Again and again, Austin gave moans of agreement from down there.
Payshun and Teela came hard at the same time. Payshun’s spill was due to getting the mustache ride of her life from an ebony man who was built like an Adonis. And ivory Teela’s liquid spill was due to the ultimate visual. Her greatest pleasure. A man she loved making another woman cum while she watched. She would always spill when her fantasy was lived out. Usually within two minutes. Watching was her thing. She was addicted to it.
Teela squeezed the last bit of her prolonged nut and flexed her legs while tightening her ass. Juice seeped from her opening onto the drenched covers beneath her. She took a deep breath and gave a long exhale. Her hand moved from her pussy to her forehead. She brushed back her drenched black bangs. “That’s as much as I’ve squirted in a long-ass time.” And then she simply said, “Now fuck her.” Her eyes were greedy.
Teela stood and got behind Austin while he secured a condom onto the mass of his curved dick. She put her hands on his back while Payshun cooperatively got up on all fours and braced her wide, plump, but firm ass for his penetration. He let his finger tell him exactly where it was, then inserted himself little by little while Teela massaged his back, pressing her pale frame along his contrasting skin, moving with his exact motions, slow and nasty, until he engulfed Payshun’s pussy cave completely.
Payshun grunted and held her breath, trying her best not to scoot again.
“Oh no, girl, you gotta stay still and take all that big dick. Go ahead, Austin, fuck her like that’s my big dick inside of that pussy. Fuck her so good I can feel it from behind you. Fuck her for me.” She spoke to his other woman. “My man knows just where to aim when he’s in there. His dick is strategically designed to hit just the right spot, as you see. He has a PhD in B-E-D. His shit is brief but scientific. You just watch.” Her voice sounded comical but her face looked serious.
Payshun moaned her words like her head was in the clouds. She looked back at Teela. Her eyes were begging. “You really do need to have your pussy in my face while he cums.” She smacked her thick brown lips and grunted deep.
“I’m good, baby. I get off just like this. And so will you.”
Payshun wailed, “Oh shit. What’s that he’s hitting?” She turned back to eye Austin with a look of temporary love. “Oh fuck, baby, what’re you doing? What the hell is that? Uhhh. Oh no. Damn, that shit feels good like a muthafucka.”
“Take that. Take that,” Austin said, encouraged by the fact that this was Payshun’s indoctrination to his hooked magic stick. He grinned and continued to get his long stroke on, smacking Payshun’s overgrown cheeks, first her left and then her right. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. The roll of her crimson ass wave was dynamic. She had a dark purple tramp-stamp that read, Puuuurfect, and three tiny paw prints that led down the meat of her ass.
“I told you, girl. Don’t be scared. Back that shit up and fuck him back. Buck those hips and take all that dick.”
“Like this?” Payshun’s voice sounded innocent, but her ass worked like a hooker.
“That’s a good girl. Milk it. Feel the length and fuck it,” Teela insisted, sounding bossy.
“Oh fuck,” said Austin, extraloud.
Teela spoke just as loud. “Oh fuck is right. We’re deep in that tight-ass pussy now.”
Payshun’s breaths grew shorter. Her grind moved quicker. “Yeah. Yeah. Ooohh, yeah. This shit feels so muthafuckin good. I’m gonna cum again. Dammit.”
Teela assured her. “Me too, baby.” She asked her man from behind, “How about you?”
He replied as though in another zone, and he looked like he was losing the fight of making this one last. “Aaahh, ahhhh, it’s, aaahhhhh, shit, she’s moving like, damn. Here it is.”
And at that very moment, Payshun bucked one time hard, meowed a long meow like a lost prairie cat, and then was completely still while she wailed an authentic feline purr, throwing her head back and upward, trying to handle the roll of her pussycat thunder. Her eyes were wet, and when she closed and reopened them, a tear rolled down the young skin of her face.
Austin pulled out and yanked off his condom, turning toward Teela while she suddenly brought her mouth down to take in his ejaculate, swallowing each fast-moving shot, then inserted her finger deep inside her own drenched pussy to bring on her expulsion, gulping cum while secreting cum simultaneously.
Teela’s eyes looked sultry while she unraveled. “Ooooohhhhhhhhh, uhhhmmmmm.” She backed away and licked her lips, shaking her head while looking at her man’s new, turned-out fan. Her breaths were unsteady. “Yes, that’s the shit. Watching you get off on that big dick.”
Payshun rolled over onto her side. She put her hand over her chest and fought to steady her heartbeat, wiping her tear. “You guys are amazing. Austin, you were right. I didn’t even get to touch her and she made this shit hot as hell.”
Teela nodded. “I’m just the cheerleader, girl. And can I just tell you that your mama gave you the right damn name? Cause passion is what you are for real.”
“You’re one to talk.” Payshun spoke like she had much respect. “I didn’t know white girls rocked it like this. Fuck.”
Teela spoke right up. “Okay, so now you know then. Now how about you stay
for the night and we do the damn thing again in the morning? We’ll make a sandwich out of him while we sleep.” Teela flashed a playful half smile as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m down.” Payshun’s smile flashed back.
Austin grinned at their feminine mutual admiration that kept his dick hard.
They watched him while he tried his best to stand with his weak knees, his dark chocolate dick pointing straight out like he could have hung his coat on it.
Teela laughed and asked, “Is that okay with you, baby?”
He nodded as he stumbled to the bathroom. He reached over his shoulder to scratch his upper back. “Hell yeah. Hell fucking yeah. After all, she lives two floors down.” He stood in the doorway for a second, looking like an ebony stud, and then closed the door.
Teela admired his manly design, and then darted her eyes back to Payshun. “What? You do?”
Payshun replied with extrarosy cheeks, “Yeah. Austin was kind enough to come by this morning after I called the office to have my garbage disposal fixed. But wow, I got so much more than I bargained for. I guess this is my lucky day.” She sounded as though she’d won a year’s free rent.
Teela cut her eyes toward the bathroom door again and then looked back at her bedroom guest. “Yeah. That’s Austin for you. A real nice guy. Always willing to please. Always willing to go the extra mile. That’s why they voted him top maintenance supervisor of all the communities last month.”
“He is good. A damn bully in bed though.” Payshun looked forever convinced.
“That he is. A real true Mr. Fix-It.”
Teela stared at Payshun as she stood and carefully stepped into her purple panties. The sight of her sturdy, long brown frame made Teela’s clit hard. Again, she began to lay back and get comfortable, masturbating at the sight.
“Just stand there for a minute, baby. Let me look at you,” she told Payshun, who batted her eyes and gave a sexy smirk while turning around to purposely flash her ass, making her round cheeks bounce like two basketballs.
Teela Raye was in visual heaven.
Her hungry green eyes were completely satisfied as Payshun joined her in the oversized bed, facing her as they continued to talk.
For now, Teela’s obsession was fed just enough to cure her ills.
Thanks to her equally freaky handyman of a boyfriend, Austin Henderson.
And to their new girl-toy, their hooked neighbor, Payshun.
4
“I Love My Sex”
Valencia
After stopping back by the restaurant she managed, spending time there to make sure everything was closed down and secure, Valencia Sanchez, soon to be Valencia Sanchez Hooks, eased her SUV down a winding street of manicured lawns, sturdy mahogany trees, and blossoming, multicolored rosebushes. The Mediterranean style homes were secluded, tucked away far beyond the well-paved sidewalks. She pressed the garage opener and the door trundled upward, exposing her own personal parking space in the three-car garage. She stepped her hot body from her ride in her pink and pewter platform pumps, sporting her tight jeans.
Valencia slid her gold key back into her wallet and locked the beveled glass and distressed wood front door behind her as she entered her fiancé’s massive, three-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath Brentwood home on Country Club Drive. The thirty-five-hundred-square-foot, blond brick home with a clay terracotta roof sat on the seventh hole of the Brentwood Country Club. With eggshell crown molding, butterscotch walls, and bay windows framed by custom white leather treatments, the split-level house had a media room, a large backyard, a family room, and an executive office, as well as an oversized master with a circular sitting area, and most every piece of contemporary furniture was off-white.
She desired to add some color to the place. A bit of red or yellow to make it pop. But it wasn’t time for Valencia to move in just yet. That would happen soon enough. They were set to be married in the spring.
For Valencia, the only child of parents who had been brutally murdered after their restaurant was burglarized when she was twenty-one, the fantasy of arriving home to a husband and family had been put off long enough. Now twenty-nine, she had recently decided she was ready to slow down and tame almost all her wild oats. After all, she now had a great position as a restaurant manager in Redondo Beach and a great man, an ex–football player who owned his own home and had a job as a high-six-figure executive with UPS, whom she could share the good life with. She made up her mind that she was ready to be a wife and mother so she could do it all over again. Do what her mother and father could not do: raise a child the right way. That was her ultimate desire.
She walked into the sprawling residence that was soon to be hers, then headed past the oval entryway and to the rear of the house with the soaring vaulted ceilings above her, noticing the man she’d been with for seven years sitting in his home office.
She was sure he would be the perfect father to their future children. Gregory Hooks was on the computer as usual. At five foot five, three inches shorter than she, he was known in the college ranks as the shortest star running back ever to play at USC.
“What’s up? Sorry I missed your calls,” she told him with a kiss on the top of his bald, caramel head, as he sat at his desk in a rust leather executive chair. He was barefoot, wearing blue boxers and a white tee. His fragrance was his usual white musk.
He turned from the computer and leaned back, extending his chiseled arms toward her, also stretching out his short, muscular, hairy legs from sitting so long. “I assumed you were at the meeting,” he said, as she received his hug and kissed the side of his unshaven face. “Please tell me you went.”
“Yeah, I went.” She stepped back and placed her pale pink bucket bag on the sofa table.
“Good. And?”
She shrugged her shoulders and folded her arms. “And what?”
“You know what, Valencia. Don’t play games with me.”
“What, Greg? What you wanna know? You want me to say they fixed me with one meeting? Okay. I’m all better now, just like that.” She handed him a sarcastic look and snapped her eyes as though they were fingers.
He gave her a look. “Don’t be a smart-ass. I want you to tell me what it was like.”
She sighed and stepped to the snow-white leather love seat, plopping down on the oversized arm. She twisted her more-than-sizable diamond bling along her ring finger, then took a deep breath and exhaled. Her arched eyebrows sank as she spoke. “It was a meeting. It was a meeting of confessions. It was embarrassing, okay? It was wack. I felt like I killed someone. The people seemed broken and fucked up. But hell, it was like looking in the mirror. They were me. How’s that?”
“Your attitude will definitely not be helpful in the long run, and you know it.” He folded his arms.
“Well, hell, like you told me last week, attitude is my middle name, right?”
“Anyway.” He sat up straight. “Did Miki go?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you two talk about the two of you?”
“About the fact that every now and then we fuck? That we’re bi? You can say the word, Greg. Bi. Bi. Bi.” Her neck tilted with each two-letter word.
If looks could kill, Gregory would have been on death row for first-degree, unadulterated, premeditated murder. “You know what I mean.”
“It was only one meeting. And I’m not so sure that’s an issue anyway.”
“Obviously I think it is.”
“No, duh. Listen, me playing with Miki every now and then has nothing to do with my addiction. It’s just plain old fucking without feelings. Nothing more.”
“Well, with you about to be my wife, I say that adds up to infidelity. Nothing more.”
She gave a long blink. “Greg, please. We talked about this before, not long ago. You said were cool with it then.”
“Well, now I’m not.”
She cut her eyes from him to the tray ceiling and waited, tapping her foot. She then returned her squinting sights to his frowning
face. “So you’re just gonna change your mind now that I’m wearing your ring? You know I want a family. I want you and I want children. But I also wanna do all that with you because you said you were cool with me having my fun. I had fun the night I met Miki at the strip club when she was dancing a few years ago, and I have fun now. No harm. She and I are close friends. I’m not prepared to give up the option of experiencing her as my part-time lover. It’s just a little icing on the cake. I love my cake. But sometimes the frosting is sweeter.” She stood, walked to him, and bumped his knee with her leg. “Greg, come on now. You of all people should know what I mean. You’ve hit every crevice of her pussy and counted da pimples on da booty enough times yourself, so stop trippin. I surely don’t know why you’re complaining now.”
“Well, I am.” His arms remained crossed.
“Look, I already cut out Ferrari for you. But I’m not cutting out Miki. So you think about that and let me know what the deal is.” She walked over to the window and pushed up a horizontal wooden slat, peeking outside at the upscale neighborhood.
He said to her back, “Hell, you’d just throw us away so you can be with some woman every now and then. What’s up with you?”
She faced him. “I need to be asking what’s up with you? You’d throw away being husband and wife because I’m with a woman every now and then? You? The man who won freak of the year in college?”
He twisted his chair left to right and back, again and again. “That was then. I got all that nonsense out of my system, and now that I’m thirty, I’m good. But you need to ask yourself how you’d handle it if the shoe were on the other foot. What if we’d had a threesome with some guy and now I want to creep with him just for fucking fun. You’d lose your damn mind. I’ll bet you’d throw away being husband and wife if that happened, if I left the house to go have sex with some dude and asked you to understand.”
“That’s not the same thing.”