Sexaholics

by Pynk

  Falon and Austin made inaudible sounds together.

  By now, Teela only heard the erotic sounds with her tender ears. She no longer had the visual. She’d turned her back and quietly headed all the way upstairs and through the bedroom door, and closed it.

  She stood over the bed and braced her body as she sat down upon the pillowtop mattress and leaned forward with her elbows to her knees. She began to cry, still hearing the intense wailing of Falon and her man, fucking downstairs.

  As much as Teela fought to tune out the lustful sound, she heard Falon hit the big O like a firecracker.

  And Austin yelled his usual “Fuck,” while Falon made a sprung sound.

  All without Teela watching.

  Yet and still, they simultaneously got off on each other.

  And Teela had no one to thank but herself.

  This time, Teela didn’t get off.

  Not even a little bit.

  For once, the green-eyed monster now lived in her green eyes, ruining everything.

  12

  “Pillow Talk”

  Valencia

  The weekend wound down fast and an extrawarm Sunday evening had arrived. The central air conditioner was working overtime, even late in the day.

  Valencia successfully fought off the urge to go out. She’d just hung up from talking to Gregory. He had wanted her to come over, but she put him off until the next night. She’d wanted to turn in early because she had a meeting first thing in the morning. But, with her bedsheets kicked all the way down to the foot of the bed, she took the time to talk to him for over two hours.

  However, by the time she dozed off, her home phone rang. She snatched it in a murky daze. Her greeting voice was groggy and slow. “Hello.”

  “Val.”

  Valencia yawned and looked over at the alarm clock. It was 1:52 a.m. “Yeah.” She wiped her forehead and her eyes.

  “Whatcha doin?” Miki asked softly.

  “I’m sleeping.”

  “This early?”

  “Early? Baby, it’s two in the morning.”

  “I know. I’m sorry to wake you, but. Val. Well, we were just thinking about you.”

  “We?”

  “Yeah. Me and Tariq.”

  Valencia’s eyes opened fully. “You and Tariq?”

  “Tariq just asked about you. And it’s not the first time.”

  “Fa real?”

  Miki said in a seductive, throaty whisper, “Like, he asked me what your pussy tastes like.”

  “Honey. Come on now.” Valencia heard Miki’s quick-paced breathing. “What are you doing?”

  “We’re lying here. His mouth is between my legs. And we’re talking about you.” Miki’s voice grew sexy.

  Valencia shook her brain to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “Ay dios mio, mija.”

  “I know. My sexy baby was sleeping. Just listen.” There was a sound of a slight muffle, and then a sloshing, smacking sound of wetness.

  Valencia’s eyes were now wide open. She turned onto her back and switched the phone to her left hand.

  The sound grew louder and louder, and female moans of pleasure backed up the earful of intense slobber. And then a male voice, simmering in an erotic marinade asked, “Ya hear this? Is this what it’s like when you eat my baby’s pussy? Is that how you make her sound?”

  “Yeah,” Valencia replied. Her voice showed turn-on.

  “Isn’t my baby’s pussy pretty? Full lips. All hairy. Isn’t it sweet?”

  “You know that.”

  His questions kept coming. “Doesn’t she cream so good? She cums like a river. My baby cums good, doesn’t she?”

  “Ay sí.” Valencia’s lids shut in surrender. The visual behind her eyelids was X-rated.

  “And how about you? Does my baby suck that pussy just right? Does she know how to make you cum in her mouth?”

  “Ay sí.” She slipped her hand down her panties.

  “Like this?” And his voice turned from words to a revving, deep moan, and the sloshing liquid sounds grew in her ear until, suddenly, Miki’s tigress voice spoke: “Oh yes, Val, he eats my pussy so good. Just like you. Just like you. Listen to me cum, girl. Listen to what Tariq does to me.” She paused and then spoke while groaning. “I’m about to fuckin rip a good one.” She paused again and screamed her short sentences. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. It’s cumming. Val. Oh, damn. It’s cumming.”

  As Miki’s cries revved, Valencia already had two fingers deep inside of her own wet vagina, probing herself, and using her thumb to flick her clit as she spread her slippery wetness from side to side and top to bottom. She cheered on her friend, “Get that good nut, Miki. Get that shit.” She sucked saliva through her teeth.

  “Ahhhhh, dammit. Ungggghhhh, yes. Fuck. Fuck, yeah! Ummmhhh.”

  Valencia could hear Tariq’s pussy-eating groans with his uh-huh, uh-huh encouragement, even with his mouth full.

  And then he took the phone and said, “Valencia, I’m about to finish what I just started. You know your girl is laying here drenched with her own cum, and I’m about to finish the job. I’m climbing on top of all this body right now, with my stiff dick in my hand, about to fuck your friend’s pussy the way she likes to be fucked.”

  “Ay sí, papi.” Valencia’s pussy contracted over and over. She licked her lips.

  “Listen. Listen to her as I stick this big-ass dick in her fat pussy. Listen.”

  And Miki made the sound of a tribal sexual grunt, and held her breath, shifting into a prolonged exhale. Her breaths then became short and deep. “Ahhh, ahhh, ahh, ahh, ah, ah,” she yelled, as though being stroked for dear life.

  Valencia said, “Ay sí, coño. Fuck that pussy, mijo. Make her cum again, papi.”

  “Oh I’ma fuck it. And I want you to think about what it would be like if you were right here, getting fucked right along with her. All that pussy-eating shit you two do. You need a big, long, hard dick after all that damn licking. Miki’s getting fucked deep and hard and I can feel her pussy grip my dick, squeezing me while I slide in and out. I know every damn nook and cranny of this greasy pussy. And I know the spots way down deep. That’s the place I hit that make her hit this high-pitched sound like she’s fuckin crying. Like this.”

  “Oooohh, uhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, uuum, uuum.”

  “Hear that? You know you want me to fuck you. We’ve had you as a fantasy in our bed for months now. I know she already told you what I do. Now it’s time for you to hear what I do.”

  Valencia groaned her words, “Let me hear that, baby.”

  “Take this dick. This is your dick. This good-ass pussy makes me hard every damn time it’s within a mile of my ass. Kiss me, shit. Got all your pussy juices on my lips. I can still taste you when I swallow. Kiss me.”

  Valencia listened to the smacking sounds of the hot and heavy couple on the other end and cradled the phone between her chin and shoulder. She kept up her finger-fucking, also squeezing her left nipple.

  Tariq’s moans were deep. His breathing pattern accelerated. “See, this shit is about to make me cum.”

  “Cum, papi. Cum for us both.”

  The phone suddenly sounded muffled again, and Valencia could hear the frantic sounds of the mattress squeaking and a headboard banging.

  Miki let out a burst of mixed sounds that resembled a foreign language. She screamed as though she was being pussy-stabbed, and then her wails were plaintive. Her moans dripped with eroticism.

  Tariq yelled, “That’s the shit. Cum for me. Cum all over that dick. Oh hell. Oh shit. I’m cumming. Uggghhhhhggh. Ugh. Ugh.”

  Miki and Tariq’s grunts were twins. Then Valencia spoke up as if she were their triplet, as she ground onto her own hand job, “Ay, siiiiiiiii. Uhhhhhm, shit.” And she sucked saliva through her teeth again while she squeezed her eyes shut and panted in response to her own pulsating clit-throb, pinching her nipple even harder. “Ayyyy. Fuck!”

  She popped her eyes open and again focused on the phone call, when her best friend said, “I h
eard you baby. I just picked up the phone and I heard you.”

  “Damn, Miki,” Valencia said, trying to control her breaths. “Girl, that was some sexy, crazy-ass shit.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. He dared me.”

  “Oh hell no. Don’t be sorry. Not even.” She still breathed fast.

  “Did you cum good?” Miki asked.

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Good. I owe you one for this.”

  “You do, mami.” She pursed her lips and blew her breath from her mouth slowly. “Where’s Tariq?”

  “He’s in the bathroom. He was shaking his head from the moment he stood up, still wearing a hard-on.”

  “Damn, he be doin it like that? He was fucking the shit outta you. Sounds like he knows how to throw that dick.” Valencia managed a chuckle.

  “That he does.”

  “Damn. I wish Greg and me were still this freaky. I miss the days when we were both acting like damn fools in bed. But his ass is a damn nerd now.”

  “Shit, girl. Tariq is square, too, believe it or not.”

  “Hell. Doesn’t sound like it to me.”

  “Well, he’s no sexaholic, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “You say so. But anyway, Greg’s ass is pissed at me for not coming home in time to meet him the other night.”

  “What? What’d you get into? You went to Purple, right?”

  “That, and I got with two women and a guy afterwards.”

  “Good Lord. You know what? Good night, Val. I’ll talk to your hot booty later.”

  “Good night. And tell that nonsexaholic stud of a man I said, finally.”

  Miki snickered. “I will. Bye.”

  “Adios, ’ma.”

  Miki and Valencia hung up, both smiling.

  * * *

  The next night, as promised, Valencia had shown up to spend time with her fiancé. While watching Devil in a Blue Dress together for the fourth time, they shared a frozen garlic chicken pizza and Skyy with cranberry, then turned in. But sleeping this particular night had to wait.

  Gregory had Valencia prone in the missionary position. He looked her dead in the eyes and had her long legs bent back to the headboard of his rosewood California King.

  He was talking shit. He liked to scoot all the way up, nearly hovering over her pubic area so he could hit it directly. Her body was longer than his and he didn’t really prefer doggie style, as her legs were so long that he couldn’t reach her hole without propping pillows under his knees. But this position was his favorite. He could tuck his legs near her ass and pump in and out as fast and furious as he wanted to. Only sometimes, she wanted him to slow down and find the right spots for the size of his dick to hit. “You’ve been running from this dick, huh? I’m about sick of your ass hitting the streets and not taking care of home.”

  She did her assorted grind moves, trying to slow him down by reversing in a slow circle for a second. But he fucked like he was too eager to downshift. She said sexily, “Baby, it hasn’t been on purpose, I promise you. I love my dick.”

  He leaned in and smacked a big pucker of a kiss on the bridge of her nose. His breathing was deep and loud. He’d been at it for only five minutes but had worked up a sweat along his forehead from all his humping like a K-9. “How bad? How bad do you love it?”

  Valencia pressed her hand to his hairy chest and could feel his heart race. She looked up at him and then down at her pubic area, watching him pound her silly with his less-than-average-sized dick. It was short and thick, just like him. “Bad enough.” His sweat dripped upon her cheek.

  “Bad enough to let me fuck you in the ass?”

  “Bad enough for that, too. But baby, you know you gotta at least try to eat me out. You know the ass fuck doesn’t make me cum like eating my pussy does.”

  “I know.” He continued his fast grind. “I just got so excited tonight when you hopped your fine ass in bed with no clothes on. My bed doesn’t even know what it’s like to have you in it anymore. Let alone, butt naked, and ready to fuck.”

  She gave him big eyes. “But baby, just for a minute.” She took a deep breath and said, “Eat me. Please.”

  “Come on,” he said, pulling his penis from her pussy. “I’m ready. You’re about to get really wet on this one. Then I’m gonna hop in that tight ass and fuck you like a muthafucka on death row. Like Mr. Marcus be fuckin his bitches in the movies.” Gregory was definitely not talking like a nerd tonight.

  Valencia gave him a look like he need not be trying to sound gangster, yet grinned like she was at least impressed by his goals and opened her legs for him. At first she watched his teasing approach and then she turned her head to the side, bringing her forearm to cover her face so that she could simply feel him eat her out. And so she could also imagine whatever she wanted to. Whatever would help her to get off, she was ready to do. She was used to fantasizing as necessary. He could be whomever she wanted him to be.

  Gregory moved down her body and crept his tongue to her belly button.

  She squirmed.

  And then he met her hairline.

  She wiggled.

  And then right down to her split, licking around it, up and down and side to side. He looked up at her and she looked down at him. His eyes were wide like quarters. She watched him watch her like he was waiting for her face to tell him he’d hit the right spot.

  It did not.

  His tongue grazed over her opening and she longed for him to penetrate her with the tip, using a scooping motion like she’d taught him before. She scooted her pussy closer to his face, hoping to refresh his memory.

  “Yeah, you like that don’t you?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You gonna cum for me. Come on my face now.”

  She still squirmed, almost as if trying to make her pussy find his tongue and handle the movement for him. She moved her vagina down, hoping his mouth would rest near her clitoris and elicit a butterfly lashing.

  But it did not.

  He lowered his mouth in exact measure to her lowering. He shook his face and made a growling noise and managed to say, “Cum for me. That’s it. Cum for Daddy.”

  Valencia waited for a moment, trying to allow him to go through his motions as usual. Sometimes, he could bring her to climax, but it took awhile. Tonight though, she had no patience whatsoever.

  She began to recite her fake-mode script. “Ooooh, baby. Yes, that’s it. That’s it. I’m cumming for my baby. You’re so damn good. Yes. It’s cuming. It’s, oh Greg. That’s it. Yes.” The zero sensation from her pussy was in direct opposition to her words. She performed as though it was a mercy fuck.

  He stopped, immediately backing away from what he was doing and took on the spectator role, watching her facial expressions as she moaned. His eyes said he loved her and he had a look on his face like he was the man. “Yeah. Get that. Uh-huh. See. See what you’ve been missing.” He had both hands on his own dick and had been strumming his meat like it was a banjo.

  He arranged himself to mount her. She took long, bogus panting breaths to signal the end of her orgasm. He pinned her legs back and lay upon her. She noticed that his chest was slightly flabby, almost to the point of getting man-boobs. But he didn’t notice her noticing. He spit on his hand and rubbed it along her asshole, finding his way by touch. He pressed one finger inside. “Oh yeah. There it is. That’s all mine there.” Greg placed the tip of his dick at the opening of her tight ass and darted inside with a look on his face like he was high on Hennessey when he hadn’t had a drop.

  She flinched for one quick second, tightened her eyes, and then was still.

  He lowered his chest upon her and buried his face deep into the nape of her musk-oil-scented neck. “Umh. Umh. Umh. Aww shit. Uhghhhh!” He paused, froze, pumped, froze, and then rose up. As she unzipped her eyes, he looked down at her face and said, “That was the shit.”

  He was done.

  He had shot his wad in her ass already.

  Valencia never even move
d. She never ground back. Never had a chance to get the feeling of his penis inside of her backside long enough to spark the thrill of a flame.

  He never hit that spot or any spot.

  She barely even felt him.

  He maneuvered himself to a stance and held on to his soft dick. He shook his head and said, “Damn, girl. I almost forgot how good you are. I’m gonna go ahead and take a shower. And then I need to send an e-mail.”

  She lowered her legs and lay flat on her back. “Okay.”

  He headed to the bathroom, saying, “You can go ahead and get some sleep. I know how you are when you get in that postorgasm mood after I work it. You’ll be asleep in no time.”

  She said nothing, but he didn’t notice anyway. She went to the guest bathroom.

  An hour later, Valencia tossed and turned in the large, empty bed, still naked. Gregory was still on his computer, sending e-mails or surfing or working or playing or whatever it was he did, still naked.

  Valencia lay on her back looking up at the black cherry blades of the ceiling fan. Is that all there is? I guess this could be a good life. A man. A house. Money. Maybe a child or two. But so-so sex. She nodded and looked over at him. Yes. Security is enough to keep me right where I am. Whether or not I get great dick from my future husband isn’t the thing that matters. I love him. And he loves me. She glanced over at him with groggy eyes. What in the hell is he doing, anyway? Oh Lord. The screen was facing the other wall. All she saw upon the side of his face was the reflective light from the screen’s grayish-blue illumination.