Sexaholics

by Pynk

  “Hi. I’m here to see Teela. Teela Raye, I believe.”

  “I’m Teela. You must be Falon.” Teela extended her hand.

  Falon extended her hand as well, both offering firm shakes. “I am.” Falon dropped her hand and, without looking down, placed her phone in her bag.

  Teela asked, “You joined yesterday and already had your tour, right?”

  “Correct.”

  Teela gave her a once-over. Twice. She had obvious breasts that gave new meaning to the term double-breasted. “It looks like you work out quite a bit.”

  Falon smoothed the fabric of her tight sweat jacket. “No, not really. I haven’t belonged to a gym in years. I guess you could say I have a high metabolism. It’s hard for me to gain weight, so that’s good. I’ll admit that.” She placed her bag down between her feet and began to unzip her jacket. “But I have absolutely no muscle tone whatsoever. I’m very soft, actually.”

  “Well, if that’s what no muscle tone looks like, I’ll trade with you. You look like you should be training me.”

  Falon smiled and examined Teela from head to toe. “Oh no. I think you look great.”

  “Thanks. I will say I’ve learned to love my body. I’ve had no choice. I come from a long line of short and thick women.”

  “Thick sounds good to me. They always say we tend to want the opposite of what we are.” Falon bent down and placed her jacket in her bag. She came to a stance.

  “I’ve heard that before. So, do you want to head off to the lockers and I’ll meet you back here when you’re done?” Teela pointed to their right.

  “I can do that.”

  “Good. I’ll be waiting.”

  “Cool. Thanks, Teela. Love that name, by the way.” Falon stepped away, looking back at Teela. She smelled of a whisper of sweet melon oil.

  And Teela noticed. “Love yours, too,” Teela replied. Unbeknownst to Falon, she was imagining Austin fucking her doggie style. Teela’s clit got hard. “Uh, uh, uh,” she said in a low tone, looking down at her tennis shoes, crossing her arms. Stop, Teela. Stop.

  “Pardon me?” Jennifer asked from the other side of the counter. Her expression said she could again read Teela’s dirty mind word for word.

  “Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Just thinking out loud.”

  As was always the case, to make her members feel more at ease Teela put herself through the same regimen that she did them as she went through the training.

  After thirty minutes on the elliptical and thirty minutes on the treadmill, Falon was panting hard. Her breasts jiggled as she stepped. She picked up her Evian water bottle and sucked from it hard. From beneath her green midriff top, sweat dripped under her heavy breasts and under her arms. She wiped her forehead with the back of her forearm and said, “Whew. I think I’m about done.”

  Teela said cheerily, “We’re almost at the end of the cardio. We just have a half hour or so of weight training and then a cool-down on the bike.”

  Falon inhaled and exhaled big. “Teela, I’m telling you. I am spent. This is more than I’ve done at one time in years.”

  “Okay, okay. I can see that.” Teela stopped her own machine and looked over at Falon. “Your heart rate is really elevated.” She pressed the button on Falon’s machine. “Let’s take a break then until you cool down some.”

  Falon’s steps slowed to a stop. “Let’s.” She grinned at Teela. “Wow. You haven’t even broken a sweat.”

  They both stepped down from the machines.

  “Hey, there you are.” It was the tall black man Teela had greeted before. His towel was draped around his neck.

  “Hi,” Teela replied.

  “Hello.” Falon said, using her white hand towel to dab down her wet forehead.

  He said to Teela, “I’m Reggie. And you are?”

  “Teela.” She examined the powerful shape of his ripped biceps.

  “And?”

  Falon wiped the beads of sweat from her drenched hairline. “Falon.” She gave a few short breaths as she used her hand to blow air toward her face.

  “Hello, Falon. Are you okay?”

  “Just a little winded.”

  Teela said, “She’ll be fine.”

  Falon gave a quick check of her diamond-encrusted wristwatch. “Teela, I need to make a call soon to my daughter’s teacher, so I’m going to head out if it’s okay.”

  “Oh, sure. Let me know when you’re ready to finish the circuit I’ve designed for you.”

  Reggie spoke right up. His eyes were stuck on Falon’s healthy chest. “Hey, I’m about to leave. How about if I walk over to the locker rooms with you?” He extended his arm to her.

  “That’d be nice,” Falon said to Reggie. She then said to Teela, “And maybe you can meet me by the front desk in a few minutes? Do you think?”

  “Oh, sure.”

  “Good,” Falon told her. She took Reggie’s arm. “So Reggie, are you headed back to work?”

  “Not today.”

  “What do you say we meet up at Starbucks after I make this call?”

  “I can do that.” His pleasure showed in his deep-set smile as they walked.

  Falon turned back. “Teela, you wanna join us? It is around the lunch hour.”

  Teela nodded after looking at the wall clock. “Actually, I think maybe I can.”

  “Good.”

  And after a couple of hours rolled by, it was obvious the ménage would not make a Ladera Shopping Center Starbucks appearance anytime soon. Reggie, Teela, and Falon were three deep in room 333 at the Holiday Inn Airport on Century. The three cars were parked right next to each other, with Reggie’s smoky gray BMW seven-series smack dab in the middle, in the very corner, in the very back in the shade. And all three cars were backed in.

  Reggie, the hunk with hard-earned muscles, who had dark brown skin and big brown eyes, stood at the end of the full-sized bed, wearing a super-thin Durex condom, with ass cheeks pumping like he was drilling for gold. The golden pussy he occupied, owned by foxy Falon, was hairy and plump and wet and filled to its maximum capacity with his heat-seeking dick at full tilt. His girth had widened her out, and his length had bottomed her out.

  He had Falon flat on her back, with his ass providing all the power. He stood tall and placed his feet firm, slightly bending his defined legs. She was getting fucked like he was Big Punisher, and her large breasts, one of them pierced, were rolling from side to side. She looked like she was holding her breath, gritting her teeth and grunting each time he plunged his overgrown cock to meet her cervix.

  “Uhph, umph, umph,” she said again and again with each forward pump motion. “I ain’t never squirted in my life, but hell, if there ever was a time, this is it. Either that or I’m about to piss on myself. Shit.” Her face looked both worried and satisfied. Her soft hips were at the very edge of the bed, allowing for the deepest penetration. His massive arms were hooked under her legs, making sure to hold her up at just the right height for his dick-sploration.

  Teela lay on her back next to Falon, finger-fucking herself with an urgency, breathing at an intense rate, spreading her own slippery lips. Three of her fingers slid across her clit while she watched the first-time couple fuck.

  The sound of Falon’s slapping flesh and the squeaking of overworked bedsprings was obvious. It sounded like somebody was fucking somebody. It smelled like somebody was fucking somebody. Intensely.

  “He’s fucking the shit outta me,” Falon yelled for dear life.

  Yep. Somebody was indeed fucking somebody.

  “Yeah, you’re taking all this dick. All the way back to the uterus.”

  “Teela, baby, you gotta help me with this man. This is enough dick-dinner for two.”

  Teela smirked. “You look like you’ve got it handled. Just relax. Take deep breaths and then exhale slowly. You can handle it.”

  “Oh hell. I didn’t know what I was getting into.” Falon’s face showed her pleasurable dilemma.

  Reggie said, breathing hard, “Or what we wer
e getting into you, huh? I’m a big boy, but damn, this is my lucky big day. This is the bomb ass pussy here.” He went at breakneck speed. Or breakpussy speed. His forehead was laced with sweat.

  Teela watched and instructed with a calming voice, “Fuck her slower, Reggie. Fuck her slower and grind on her. Lean down a bit and grind like you love her.”

  “Grind?” He looked as though his mind was working as hard as his libido. He readjusted Falon’s legs and Teela reached in, placing her left hand on Falon’s supple thigh, moving her leg to the side.

  Teela told Falon, “Spread your legs out straight, on each side of him. Reggie, hold her up from underneath her hips, along her butt.”

  “My fuckin pleasure.” His colossal hands still weren’t big enough to cover the meaty flesh of her soft yellow backside. Loose booty spilled between his manicured fingers.

  “No, grind. Slow. And try to hit the top of her pussy. Try to hit it halfway, not all the way,” Teela said, watching his every move.

  He did.

  And then Falon’s tone and moan changed. “Oh yeah. Ahh, yes. Ahhhh, ahhhh. Uh-huh.” She ground counterclockwise back like she was milking every inch of his slow-moving, smooth dick. “Oh yeah, that shit feels good.” She gave a deep tongue roll.

  Teela came to a stance and got on the floor behind Reggie. She knelt down upon the dark green, soft-pile carpet and watched Reggie’s long dick enter Falon’s accommodating pussy, slowly and deeply. The sight brought a rush to Teela’s cunt and her lips swelled. Her clit had a hard-on. She knew the feeling all too well that Falon had, the feeling of peeing, but she knew the truth of what that sensation meant. Teela was feeling it herself. But she knew that instead of fighting it, she needed to contract her pussy muscles for a moment and hold it while rubbing her clit button in circles. Getting a close-up of dick meets pussy, she said, “Fuck her nice. Make her cum. Make me cum.” Her voice was deeper. Teela was gearing up.

  Falon spoke sultrily. “Oooh, oooh, oooh, baby, your dick is making me wanna pass out. Tell me your name again baby?”

  “Reggie.” He looked down at her soft, sexy face.

  “Reggie what?” She looked up at his fine, chiseled face.

  “Walker. Reggie Walker.” He got a groove going and an angle going and a stroke going.

  “Ohhh, yeah. God damn, Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me?” She revved up even more. “Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me? Reggie fucking Walker, what the fuck?” Her voice shook. “I’m cuming, baby. I’m cumming.”

  Falon cocked her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut, taking it all in and letting it all out. She squeezed her own nipple while she yelled to free her pent-up release of girlie ejaculate, pushed like she was giving birth, and then there was a squish.

  At the same time, Teela bore down like she knew she should, and immediately pressed her sweet clover fluid from her Skene’s gland, squirting from her pussy straight out down her leg, his leg, and onto the floor. Reggie felt Falon’s warm wetness run down his balls, and Teela’s warm wetness on his calf. He grunted like a caveman. “Ugggggh, shit. Fuck. Fuck. Uuuggg, hell. Awwwwwwwww, yeah. This shit is cumming hard. Fuck!” He shouted like it was the first and the last pussy he’d ever have in life.

  “Damn,” yelled Falon, feeling his dick expand even more and then explode, releasing his seed into the condom.

  “Oh yes!” yelled Teela, continuing to rub herself. “That is some of the prettiest shit I’ve ever seen. That is some pretty ass fucking, Reggie Walker. Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me, too?”

  Within ten minutes, Reggie Walker had left the building on cloud nine. Teela hurried around to get herself together, having just taken a more-than-two-hour lunch.

  Falon lay still in the middle of the bed, on cloud ten. Her wide, round breasts separated left and right, sliding near her armpits. Her tawny nipples sprouted from her wide areolas and were still at attention from watching Teela’s thickness.

  She proceeded to suck her own tittie, putting it to her lips with one hand and sucking on the nipple ring, and played with the hairs of her vagina with her other hand as she spoke softly: “Listen, Teela. My husband and I have parties sometimes if you wanna come by and play. He’s a bit of geek just looking at him, but he knows his way around the bedroom. He’s one of those nerdy IT executives at Compaq in El Segundo, so he does pretty well for himself. And I think he’d like you.”

  Teela looked her over while clasping her underwire bra. “Sexy Falon, you know, I have a man and I don’t really explore other men too much. But to be honest with you, I was thinking the same thing about you and my man. I think he’d really, really like you. And he knows how to please like no man I’ve ever met.”

  “Well, we just might have to hook that up, the three of us. As long as you can promise to come to one of our parties soon.”

  “Agreed.”

  “So Teela, you mean to tell me you don’t play with the girls?” Falon flicked her nipple with her stiff tongue.

  “No. I just like to watch, as you can tell.”

  “I see. I understand. I was like that for a while. I do love me some dick, though.” She continued to watch Teela and gave up on her own molestation job. “So, what’s his name? Your man, I mean.”

  “Austin.”

  “Austin, huh? Is he black?”

  “Yes, he is. And a good-looking black man at that.”

  “I see.” Falon gave a moan like she figured as much. “Not that it would matter if he wasn’t. Good-looking or black, I mean, it’s all good. And what does he do?”

  “He’s a maintenance supervisor at the community we live in.”

  “Ahhhh, blue-collar, huh?”

  “Yeah, girl. He works hard.”

  “I see. Well, how about if you set something up and let me know? Maybe I can even meet you at work one day when you get off.”

  “Okay. I’ll let him know.”

  “And do I get to watch him with you?” Falon’s eyes shifted to even more devilish.

  “You like to watch, too?”

  Falon said, “I do. I always say, take my man, please, as long as I can watch.”

  “That’s my very motto. I think we can make that work. With your sexy ass.” Teela winked.

  “Takes one to know one.”

  Now fully dressed and with car keys in hand, Teela stepped to the bed as Falon positioned her lips for a kiss. Instead Teela tapped her on the leg and said, “I hope to see you later.”

  Falon played off the shining on. “You will, foxy vanilla. I had fun.”

  Teela paused and then simply said, “Me, too.” She headed toward the door, opened it and stepped out, closed it and walked down the hall, down the stairs, and past the front door, then walked to her car, got inside, started the engine, and began the drive back to work, all the while feeling satisfied about her sexual thrill, but also feeling a little bit of a downshift.

  Part of it was the usual guilt she felt coming down from her love high. Also guilt for giving in to an attraction and having sex so impulsively without her man. The closer she got to her normal life at work, the more she felt the frustration. And as much as she wanted Austin to experience saucy Falon’s sexy flavor, she also wondered what was up with the “foxy vanilla” comment. And the question about Austin being black.

  She made a call on her cell. “Hi. It’s Teela Raye. I had a personal situation to tend to but I’m on my way back. I’ll see you in a minute. Bye.”

  Still, the hairs on the back of her neck were at attention.

  8

  “Let’s Get It On”

  Valencia

  That evening, as the final hours of the long day wound down at Cravings Restaurant on the beach next to the Portofino Yacht Club, Valencia’s thoughts drifted to the reality that in eight months she would be a wife for life.

  After dialing Gregory’s number from the landline phone in the narrow hallway near the kitchen, Valencia watched her assistant manager, along with two hardworking busboys and an overworked waitress, wind down from
cleaning up the main portion of the elegant restaurant. Decorated in hunter green and white, Cravings was known for its signature steak and shrimp, and international cuisine. The head chef and his assistant were shutting down the state-of-the-art kitchen area.

  “How are you?” Gregory greeted her.

  “I’m good,” she replied, leaning against the festive papered wall. She was wearing black pants and a fitted top, with a black, pocketed apron. Her hair was tied into a scrunchie that she kept readjusting. She smoothed her long ponytail as it fell along her back.

  “You want to come by for a drink or something?” The sound of muffled traffic backed up Gregory’s voice.

  “No, I’m cool.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, I’m just tired.” She looked down at her feet as the busboy walked by. Her black, round-toed flats were spotted with stains from the many beverages and cuisine that had splattered on them throughout the day.

  “You can spend the night if you want.”

  She thought to herself, I don’t know why. It’s not like anything’s gonna happen. “No. I think I’ll just go home. Plus I made a list on the computer for some things I need to start doing to get ready for the wedding. I mean, the hotels in Vegas book up way ahead of time. I haven’t even done that yet.”

  “We haven’t even decided on Vegas yet, have we?”

  “I know. Just doing research.”

  “Sounds like you do need help. You can’t do everything yourself, Valencia. Can’t you ask somebody for help?”

  “Like who?”

  “Like my mom, maybe?”

  “Greg, your mamma is having a hard enough time after having hip surgery. I’ll let her recuperate for a while.”

  “While she’s recuperating, she’s available to help. It’ll give her something to do.”

  She crossed her arm over her stomach. “I know. You’re right. But to be honest with you, I just wish I had my own mamma to call. That’s what the mamma of the bride is for.”

  “True. But like my mom told you, she’s there in your mom’s absence.”