Sexaholics

by Pynk

  “I should be asking you the same thing. You didn’t reply to my text when I tried to see when you’d be coming home.”

  “And so what? You just decided to leave?”

  “I had a maintenance call.”

  “To do what?”

  “There was a leak.”

  “A leak?”

  “Yes.”

  “This late?”

  “That’s usually when it happens. People usually make the emergency calls after the office is closed. Always after tenants get home from work or after going out. You know that.”

  “Who was it?”

  “A lady in building ten.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Really. Anyway, where’ve you been, since the third degree is being dished out tonight?”

  “Just riding around. Nowhere special.”

  “Okay, nowhere special.”

  She stepped close to him, paused and then walked to the sink. “You smell like perfume.”

  “I do not.”

  She turned to walk away. “Good night.”

  “I’ll be right in. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

  “Okay. I’ll be asleep by the time you get out. I’m really tired.”

  “You tired? Yeah, okay.”

  Thirty minutes later, in spite of their aphrodisiac called tension, Teela and Austin were fucking, fantasizing, and freaking as always.

  And one time, on the down-stroke, Teela could have sworn Austin called her Payshun.

  But she came hard, with multiple visuals from the park in her mind and multiple eruptions rumbling through her vagina.

  Within five minutes, she was in a deep sleep.

  So deep that she’d missed the sound of the repeated text alerts on her man’s BlackBerry.

  17

  “I Want Your Sex”

  Valencia

  That evening, after Miki and Tariq conversed and shared a few rounds of pomegranate martinis at Whiskey Blue, they headed up the hotel elevator to the huge, sexy penthouse for a little fun. The elegant suite, newly decorated in wheat and merlot, was like a three-bedroom apartment, complete with floor-to-ceiling glass mirrors, a full kitchen, Beaverwood handcrafted floors, hand-painted light fixtures, and four plasma televisions.

  But the most impressive thing awaiting their arrival in the room was Valencia, wearing her reddish-brown birthday suit. She’d put on a Biggie CD and the current song was “Fuck You Tonight.” The room was dim with a red-light special glow from the red-shaded European floor lamps. She’d dabbed a bit of Eat Me Raw essential oil behind both ears and on her navel. She said aloud while posing before them at the foot of the bed, “No lovemaking, simply backbreaking,” and giggled as she slid onto the cherry fitted sheets.

  Fifteen minutes later, Valencia cheered on the twosome sexcapade Miki and Tariq had started. “Ay, baby. Hit that ass real good, okay? And I’ll take care of that sweet chocha,” she told Tariq, looking serious as a heart attack. He lay on his back in the lap of sexual elegance upon the oversized platform bed while Miki squatted, riding him like she was making an exercise video.

  “How the hell are you gonna do that?” Tariq asked Valencia, while she was lying next to him, placing new batteries into her toy.

  “This shit right here is my little papi chulo, baby.” She showed him her ebony, curved, harness-type, G-spot dildo. It was a monster strap-on.

  “Little?” His eyes popped at the sight of it.

  “Okay, plus size. Just like you, Big Poppa.”

  Miki said, “Don’t worry, baby. She knows what she’s doing.” She stopped grinding.

  He said, looking scared, “You gonna stretch my baby’s pussy outta shape.”

  “Please. Like I said, ain’t like you little down there, mijo.”

  “I’m just saying.”

  “Why are you two arguing? Damn, you’d think you two were an old married couple or something.” Miki ceased her squatting and raised up from Tariq’s dick.

  Watching her climb off of him, he said, “I’m just saying.” His glazed dick still stood at full attention.

  “No, I’m just saying,” Valencia said, mocking his words. “What you need to do is scoot down to the end of the bed so she can lay on top of you, on her back. Scoot down, baby,” she told Miki, while standing up and putting on her black swirl corset harness.

  “Okay.” Miki moved to where Tariq scooted, admiring the full design of Valencia’s body as she wore her equipment. She looked at Tariq and rubbed the side of his wavy head and smiled, noticing the excitement on his face, and then got on her back, on top of him. Valencia grabbed a bottle of apple-scented lube and placed it along Miki’s butt hole and squeezed a big glob onto Tariq’s awaiting shaft.

  And Valencia positioned herself between both Tariq’s legs and Miki’s legs. She told Tariq, “Take that dick and press it inside her ass. Pero suavecito. That means ‘gently,’ baby,” she explained.

  “Done that before,” he told Valencia, looking at her like he wanted to remind her that he owned Miki.

  Valencia said, rolling her neck, “I can’t tell.” She asked Miki as he inserted himself eagerly, “Are you okay, mami?”

  “Yes, baby,” Miki said after taking a deep breath.

  Valencia held on to her dildo and pressed forward, bending her knees slightly while she found Miki’s pussy with her tip. Tariq was working himself deeper, slowly but surely. Miki’s body shook as the sensations grew.

  “Oh hell yeah,” Valencia told him, as he got his groove going.

  He grinned from behind Miki. “Glad you approve.”

  Valencia slowly slid her fake organ inside of Miki’s awaiting pussy walls, pressing past her well-lubricated lips. She inserted herself halfway, and Miki reacted with a grunt and a sigh. Tariq’s dick was on the other side of the layer of skin that separated the rectum from the pussy. “Let’s do this,” Valencia told him, as if they were a tag team.

  He did. He followed her smooth lead and pressed when she pressed. Retreated when she retreated. Miki froze as they pumped. She tightened her eyes and made oval and sidewinder shapes with her lips, sucking her tongue and twisting her face.

  Valencia fucked her friend along with her friend’s man as though one.

  He groaned, “This is the shit, here.”

  “You like that, Tariq?” Valencia asked. Her voice was softer.

  “Hell yeah.” His was harder.

  Valencia sounded like a seductress. “Can you feel me right above you on the other side of her wall? Your dick moving with mine? Your thighs pushing like mine, and my left thigh up against your balls? You like that, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Papi, let’s cum together?”

  “I say hell yeah.”

  “Miki, you wait cause I’m gonna make you cum with my mouth and let Tariq watch that shit, since that’s what he wanted so bad. But right now, my pussy is throbbing and I feel like I’m gonna pee on myself. Oh damn, yo, I think I’m gonna cum all over her, Tariq.” Her purring voice was loud.

  “Do that. Let it go,” he said. “Aww, this is the shit for real.”

  Miki yelled while tightening her grind, “This is some good-ass fucking here. Uhhmmh. I’m getting double-fucked like crazy.”

  Valencia sounded like she was ready to blow. Her long, dark, curly hair swung according to her energetic pumping. “Ahhhh, coño, cum with me, Tariq. Cum now.” She rolled the r in his name.

  The visual of his woman getting fucked by a woman, and his dick deep inside of her ass, had Tariq one step ahead of Valencia. “Nnnng. Uhhg, I’m cumming, Valencia. I’m cumming Miki. I’m cumming. Every fucking body. Shit, I’m cumming. Arrrggghh, fuck. Dammit.”

  “Ahhh, I’m shooting dat, awww.” Valencia froze. Tariq froze. And Miki started grinding like her body was begging for more from both ends. Valencia shot her orgasm and growled. She paused, then let go of another slow rumble that ripped through her like she’d been stabbed. She gave a deep breath, whined like she was wounded, and panted. Her
multiple was exquisite. She then said to Tariq, “Good boy.” She pulled out her black shaft. “It’s your turn,” she told Miki.

  “Damn. I wanna see this.” Tariq pulled out and Miki rolled off of him. His eyes and his nose were wide open.

  Valencia said to Miki while unstrapping her penile apparatus, “Lay back down on the bed. Right there, mami. Let me taste you so you can cum, too.” Miki scooted back and Valencia said to Tariq, “Mira. Watch how I do this. Take notes.”

  He did not argue. “Oh, I’m watching all right.”

  And Valencia gave Miki what she knew she liked best. It was called the pleasure plank. Miki loved the sensation of having her pussy eaten with her legs together, stretched out in front so that her legs remained straight and she could flex out the length of her orgasm.

  Valencia held Miki just above her hips with her hands, and straddled her closed legs, taking her clitoris head on from the top of her vagina.

  She gave feathery strokes and then flicked her tongue quickly like it had fluttering wings, slurping her lips as though Miki’s clit was the last bit of hard candy on a stick before hitting the sweet Tootsie Roll that was inside. She placed Miki’s tender clitoris between her top and bottom lip and moved her tongue down the center first, then to the tip. She used the soft underside of her tongue and then the rough topside.

  Tariq’s cock twitched as Valencia’s lips feasted upon his lady.

  Miki ground into Valencia’s face as though they were fucking.

  Valencia kept her hands firm upon Miki’s, gripping her hips to control her speed and tempo.

  She pressed Miki’s clit with her tongue steadily and made a humming sound while waving her tongue. The vibration sent Miki into revving mode, which signaled to Valencia that it was time to add more stimulation, now using the soft side of her inner lip to caress her tender pearl. She extended her suck more aggressively and Miki started to moan more and more.

  Tariq did not miss one split second of Valencia’s skills. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  Valencia kept her cunnilingus focused, only looking up at Miki’s face to keep track of her level of pleasure. And there it was, written all over Miki’s face.

  “Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh. Oh, Val, I love the way you eat me. Like you need to eat to survive. Shit. I love it.” The oral aerobics had her head swimming.

  He said loudly, “Damn, I love it too. Suck that clit.”

  Miki began to throb and buck and pant and groan as she neared the edge of her euphoria. She pressed her pussy so far against Valencia’s face that you couldn’t see Valencia’s eyes, nose, or mouth.

  “Eat all that cum,” Tariq said, cheering them on. He held on to his again-hard dick, stroking his shaft and using his thumb to travel up and down from his head to his veiny middle.

  Valencia licked all the nectar she was given and came up for air, saying, “Naw, baby. You needed to be taking notes, like I said. Her legs don’t always need to be wide open.” She stuck her own finger in her own pussy to do a wetness test. “Damn, she turns me on.” The giver in Valencia was replete.

  Tariq’s eyes were as wide as his mouth. He picked up his chin while taking in the look on Miki’s orgasmic face. “Mental notes taken.”

  Miki began to come down from her tremble, working hard to catch her breath. “Go wash your dick so you can fuck Valencia, honey.” Miki turned to Valencia with considerate eyes. “Is that okay?”

  “Ay, sí.”

  “Ay, sí, me too. I was wondering when I was gonna get some,” he said, almost running to the restroom.

  Tariq was back in two point two. Valencia was on all fours, and she and Miki had just kissed. He positioned himself behind Valencia and stuck his dick inside. His erection appeared and then disappeared within her. Her creaminess could be seen and heard. Her breasts moved along with his sway. She bounced her ass back at him, bucking as he rode her. The booty clap was loud.

  Valencia said softly, “Oui, daddy.”

  He gave about six good pumps and stopped.

  Miki looked at him. “Wait baby. Don’t cum in her.”

  “I’m not,” Tariq said with a tight jaw.

  “Here. Fuck me.” Miki moved over to the same position as Valencia.

  He pulled out and readjusted to enter Miki.

  “Are you soft?” Miki asked immediately.

  His eyes were adamant. “No.” His dick disagreed.

  “What happened?” Miki looked back at his hanging, smiling dick.

  “Nothing. I’m just excited.”

  Miki told Valencia, “He’s normally a one-round man.”

  “I’m fine with that,” Valencia said, moving over to lie on her back. She fingered herself and tasted it.

  Miki told her, “I can use the dildo on you.”

  “No. I came, remember. I’m good. Very good, actually.” She continued to play with her pussy.

  “That you are,” Miki said, also moving over to lie down.

  “Fuck. I’ve gotta get used to this shit,” Tariq said, fiddling with his dick.

  Valencia grinned. “Yes you do.”

  “Val, whatta ya say we all move in together?” Miki asked, sounding serious.

  Tariq added, “All you have to do is say the word and both of you can move in with me, hell.”

  “Don’t tempt me. Pero, what would I do with Greg? After all, he is my fiancé, you know,” Valencia reminded them.

  “Small interferences,” Tariq said with a sarcastic edge. He gave a minilaugh.

  “Cut that out.” Miki gave him a motherly face.

  “Yeah, watch your mouth, softie,” Valencia said with a minilaugh of her own.

  Tariq said, “You? The bossiest woman on earth telling me to watch my mouth. Directing the fucking like you’re directing traffic.”

  Valencia batted her mascara-laced eyelashes. “I know. Mami es muy malo. Very bad. And you love it.”

  He nodded. “Yes. I admit I do.”

  Miki said, “All I know is, if that Greg shit ends up not working out, you know where we are.”

  “Fa sho.”

  Tariq added, “And just for the record, I, for one, am fine with you two fucking. Perfectly fine, unlike some brothas.” He lifted his brows and gave an eye roll.

  “That’s obvious,” Miki said.

  “Selfish is what it is,” Valencia said. “Hell, I see three sexaholics in this room. Not two. You know what I’m saying.” She held up three fingers.

  Suddenly Miki adjusted herself to the middle of the bed and scooted down and met Valencia’s pussy with her mouth.

  Tariq sat back against the headboard and watched. Again, he was headed for a blood-filled dick, all because of Valencia receiving his lady’s mouth.

  Valencia looked over at him and blew a kiss.

  Miki was deep into her zone.

  He smiled.

  “That’s my girl, you know? I love that girl,” Valencia told him, pointing to Miki and then moaning while her eyes were closed, “Oh, yeah.”

  “Good, then. Then maybe we really can be one big happy family.”

  Miki was all ears, and then she asked Tariq with inquisitive frustration, “Did you cum inside of her?”

  18

  “Anytime, Anyplace”

  Brandi

  He moaned and groaned.

  She didn’t.

  It was nearly two in the morning after a quiet Saturday night on a random street in West Hollywood. It was the front seat of his car.

  “Oral sex is my thing. I love giving head,” Brandi told the man, while she sat upon him in the driver seat. She faced him braless, with her blouse unbuttoned, chest skin to chest skin, and pressed her breasts to him. She felt the quickened beat of his heart having a panicky fit inside of his chest. His dick was deep inside of a condom deep inside of her throbbing pussy. He had a hold on her supple ass as he bounced her up and down from his base to his tip. His dick stood at full attention all through her. It was like his dick had a heartbeat of its own.

  “Then shit.
Do your thing. For real,” he told her. His breath smelled of rum.

  Her breath smelled of tequila. “Lean back,” she instructed while climbing off of him, scooting to her right to sit her bare butt into the passenger seat. He removed his condom while she leaned over to his lap as he reclined and she put his wideness into her mouth, spitting on his dick and massaging her spit with her lips. The blade of her tongue slid up and down and she used her hands to fit him in her mouth, coming back up while keeping her hands in sync with her mouth tricks. She gained a rhythm by sucking on his head and matching the cadence with her hands on his shaft toward the base of his penis.

  Brandi quickly brought him to the cusp of his climax, being that the ambiance and anonymity factors were exquisite for freakiness.

  He clenched his fist with manly strength. His sperm began to travel up through his bulging dick, and she could feel its path pulsate with her right hand. He took off like a rocket and reached his arm around the back of the leather seat to choke the headrest while he let it rip. She swallowed all of him as though she knew him.

  She licked his dick skin and leaned up, scooting all the way over into the passenger seat.

  He took long blinks while his mind came out of the orgasm fog and carefully brought his seat back upright, giving fast breaths. “Damn, you suck dick like you made that shit up.”

  “This I know,” she said, slipping on her red hot pants. She then readjusted her ruby-red curly wig and checked to make sure her fake eyelashes were still glued on. They were.

  “I’m not mad at you. I can tell you do love it. Hell, I love it, too.” He reached over in front of her and opened his glove compartment, pulling out his wallet and reaching in to grab five twenties.

  Inside, just before he closed it, Brandi noticed a small leather holder and a police officer badge, but said nothing.

  He held out the cash. “Here’s a hundred.”

  She shook her head while buttoning her blouse. “No. It’s cool.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  She bent down to slip on her red platforms. “I’m not a hooker.”

  “I know that. I want you to have it.” He held the money closer to her, still sitting with his pants to his knees.