by Amy Brent
Someone buried their mouth between her thighs and feasted on her as Maya slipped her hands into the hair of the man worshiping her nipples. Short hair. It was James, and she pulled him closer as she arched her back and panted from everything that was happening to her.
Cory was the one tasting her this time as she came and James covered her mouth in a hungry kiss. It was intense, and she jerked up against him as she felt the drawn out release. Fingers slipped inside of her, and she helplessly clung to James as Cory massaged her tight walls.
She was left alone for a moment and looked around in the dim room to see her men stripping off their clothes as her eyes glazed over. Even in the light that was on in the room showed off everything that they had to offer and she scooted up onto the pillows. Cory finished first and moved onto the bed to join her as he kissed her swollen lips. He still tasted like her. James sat down and pulled up a square wrapper and stared at it for a moment.
Cory was slipping his fingers over her as James rolled the condom on and the men shared a look. It was as if they planned it this way and she stared down between her legs as James positioned himself before her. She was still wet from before, and he pushed gently inside of her as she moaned softly. Cory kept his finger moving over her as James pushed a little more with his mouth kissing her chest in little pecks of his mouth. He would lean in to suck her between his teeth here and there, and she moaned as James went even further. It didn’t hurt more than a slight pinch, and she begged him to go deeper as her body screamed silently for it. She wanted all of him and all of Cory, and she reached her hand out to grasp Cory in her hand and stroke him as he pinched her nipple and moaned.
James went all the way in as she looked down and saw their connection and then looked into his eyes. “I want you hard. I want you fast.” Maya softly told him in the room as she tightened her grip on Cory’s cock. James pulled back and started moving fast as he thrust inside of her over and over. Cory jerked as he came all over her hand and Maya let out a little scream as she felt James swell inside of her and slide against her as he grunted and thrust harder. “So good, James. I am so close. Come inside me.” She was babbling, but Maya didn’t care as she felt her body disconnect and lighten with her orgasm as she closed her eyes and lost track of where she was for a moment.
It was Cory that took her next, on her knees as he drove himself into her and she clutched the headboard as she pushed back. Against him hard and fast. He didn’t wait too long after James to slide his condom on and tell her to turn over. It was painful in a way but so addicting, and she cried out with every thrust as she closed her eyes.
They rested on the mattress with some cold wine for a few moments. They were still naked and tangled in each other, and Maya looked from James to Cory with a sated smile. “How do you feel?” James asked her as he met her gaze.
“I knew that it was going to be like that. I knew that you were the right ones for me.” Maya responded as she stroked Cory’s chest with her hand slowly. “I can’t wait until we can do it again.”
Within an hour, she was on her knees with Cory in her mouth as James took her from behind. Before she could come that way, she found herself riding Cory and sucking her essence off of James. It was overwhelming as she rocked against him with her back to him while Cory thrust up inside of her and James held her face so he could fuck it hard and fast.
Cory came while she was swallowing everything that James gave her.
She fell into sleep for a short period in the large bed before she’d wake up touching one of them or with one of them touching her. Maya’s body was so tired but needy as she took both of them two more times during the night, rough and hard. She fell into a deeper sleep in between them as she wondered how she could ever find something better than this.
In the morning, they got up together, and James cooked breakfast as Cory and Maya snuggled together on the couch and drank coffee. They ate outside as she rested her leg over James at the table and planned their day. Maya hadn’t been down to visit the water yet so that was first on the list after breakfast and she pulled on her turquoise two-piece bathing suit with a sheer white cover-up before theta chased her onto the sand. She felt light and happy as she turned left and ran towards the small cluster of rocks where she often found sea life in the tide pools.
They played on the rocks and in the water for a few hours before she led them into a shallow but private cave. They both got long blow jobs as she took them on her knees and then managed to find a ledge to sit on while they both took her, one after the other.
They were bare, but none of them cared as she clung tightly to them as they made love to her in the dark space. Their moans and whimpers filled the space as they came deep inside of her and she kissed them softly during their release.
They went to dinner again that night to an Italian place this time. They drank red wine and ate pasta on bread, and James took her to another club, this time, one that she’d go to as a college student. The vibe was heated in there as they drank and danced together, and Maya loved taking turns with the men as she seduced them on the floor.
She loved going home and going right back to bed with them, this time in the other room. They maneuvered her between them easily, and she looked down at Cory as she rode him while James parted her and slipped a finger into her ass slowly and gently. She cried out with the feeling, and he matched the rhythm that she had with Cory until she came apart between them.
Cory and James were there with her as much as they could be for the next two weeks after work and on the weekends. They were forming a strong bond, and she enjoyed every moment that she had with them, just going out to dinner or coffee shops. They spent as much time in the house as they could, and she let them take it anywhere that they wanted to.
The night that she had them both inside of her was incredible. Maya was riding James and Cory took her from behind after he lubed up his cock. She felt trapped between the men, but she loved it as they moved in sync. She came harder than she ever had in her life and tears slid down her cheeks as Cory wrapped his arms around her.
They spent their last nights together dining at the house on the deck. The guys grilled, and James made them drinks as they avoided the topic of Maya’s dad coming home. She pressed against them inside of the hot tub that bubbled near the end of the infinity pool and took tums kissing her men that were growing to mean so much to her.
Maya gave them each their own time with her after they dried off since she had never just been with one man. They were similar yet different. They made her feel all kinds of wonderful and she knew that she would always want the both of them after this experience. She went to sleep cuddled between them and memorized their scent, one like the sea and one like the trees in a forest though she didn’t care which scent went to what man. It didn’t matter at all.
The following night, she slept alone in her room in anticipation of her father coming home. It was quiet and lonely, and she listened to the sounds of the waves from the beach that came through the open windows in the loft. Paul arrived home first thing, and she cooked him breakfast as she talked about school and all of her classes with him sitting at the same table that she had eaten at with James and Cory.
They made an appearance later in the day to go to dinner, and the glance that Maya shared with them assured all three that they were still going to sleep together. They would take the time they had together alone when they found it and they would since her father was away more than they were.
She watched them leave that night as she forced a smile on her face. Maya’s life would never be the same.
THE END
TRIPLE TEMPTATIONS
Alisha Reyes had only three things on her wish list for her twenty-first birthday: 1) a car, 2) tequilas at the Blue Diamond, and 3) a real, honest-to-God, orgasm. She already knew that the car was out of the question, and that her friends would be taking her for tequilas, but the matter of achieving the Big O was neither impossible nor possible. It should have been possib
le—she’d been dating Calvin Harris for six months, now, but they still hadn’t gotten busy. For some reason, she liked the way he kissed and she didn’t mind his eyes falling on her naked body, but his touch repulsed her—there was something about the way his fingers moved on her body that made her skin crawl and made her want to join a convent.
The buzzer to her apartment went off. She got off the couch, where she’d been napping, to let the person in without seeing who it was. It was one of those things that she wasn’t supposed to do—it was why she’d gotten an apartment where you could only enter by being buzzed in, after all—but it was four in the afternoon on her twenty-first birthday. There were only so many people it could be, and as she heard heels clacking against the linoleum on the stairs she knew it was Stella. Stunning Stella, Stupendously Gorgeous Stella—whatever, the girl had never looked anything less than gorgeous, with her long, lithe limbs and her body always bikini-ready. It always mystified Alisha, how a girl could be so slender and yet have such a perfect ass.
Stella had been modeling since she was six—her skin and hair were tawny and the perfect blend of white, black, Hispanic, Arab, and Greek features made up her face: the little snub button-nose, the wide gold-and-green-rimmed eyes, and thick luscious lips with high cheekbones. It was easy to see why everybody wanted to fuck her, but Stella had always demurred when they went out together, telling the guy who was hitting on her to see if Alisha wouldn’t be more willing.
Alisha couldn’t understand why Stella did that. Stella may have been the pretty one but Alisha was the one who always seemed to have a boyfriend—ever since she was sixteen she’d never gone longer than two weeks without a man in her life. So it wasn’t as if she was free to date whatever guy Stella dumped into her lap, even if he was cute and hot and had biceps bigger than her thighs. And anyway, a dancer’s life wasn’t exactly conducive to being in a relationship. The only reason she and Calvin had lasted as long as they had was because they were both in the same dance company, though they danced different styles so they mostly did different shows. But the dedication to the physicality of their art demanded a lot from them, and until they’d gotten together the longest relationship Alisha had been in was two months—and that was with the man who would later become her stepbrother.
“There’s my girl,” Stella called, as her head appeared above the floor. The rest of her quickly followed: she was wearing a sheath dress, with leaves on top of nude panels that had been dyed to match her skin so that it looked as if she were in graver danger of exposing a nipple than she actually was. “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks,” Alisha said. “Let me get changed,” she said.
“What are you wearing?” asked Stella, as she came in. “I hope it’s something hot.”
“I can’t decide,” Alisha said, beckoning Stella into her bedroom. “This one—” a slinky, strapless number, covered in iridescent green sequins “—or this one,” a gauzy, shapeless dress that was just translucent enough to suggest that there might not be anything underneath; Alisha had paired it with underwear that matched her skin tone—a rich, dark brown—to complete the effect, though with her skin tone it was impossible to tell if she was wearing anything underneath it anyway.
“Go with the white one,” said Stella, without hesitating. Alisha grinned—she’d favored the white one, too, but she hadn’t been sure she could pull it off. “Nothing underneath it, though.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. Fuck, girl, you’re twenty—one. If you can’t live a little why we taking you out?”
“All right, fine,” Alisha said. She shooed Stella out and slid out of her clothes Alisha took a moment to stare at her naked body in the mirror. Curves—she had breasts and hips and muscles on her thighs and calves—stared back at her. For a moment she questioned Stella’s judgment in picking out the diaphanous dress, but when she put it on she was glad she listened. In the dress she looked airy—delicate, even. What costumers never understood about her when they came up with her costumes was how to enhance her curves without making her seem overly huge and busty and heavier than she actually was. Hard enough being the only black female dancer in the New Haven Dance Company—that the costumes never looked right on her added insult to injury. It was a relatively long dress—and though it was breezy it also draped nicely so unless there was a stiff breeze nobody would see. She could make this work, and as she stepped out Stella nodded her approval, saying, “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“I feel like I’m going to flash someone,” said Alisha.
“You probably will,” said Stella. “The key is to control it.”
“What’s that mean?”
“You look lovely,” Stella said, handing her a pair of sandals. They were little more than two pieces of leather with a mess of silver cords holding them in place, running up her leg.
“Christ, I do this enough at my job,” Alisha grumbled, as she laced the shoes up to her knees the same way she tied her ballet shoes.
“Yeah, but you don’t look this hot,” said Stella. “I have seen you dance—you are beautiful, but you ain’t sexy up there on that stage.”
“That’s the point,” Alisha said. But Stella only winked and started heading out. “Makita will meet us at the bar,” Stella said, while they headed down the stairs.
Thank God. Makita was the sensible one: she’d majored in accounting and worked in something finance-related. The stories about women who grew up and moved out to the ‘burbs—that was Makita, who’d Succeeded. Stella could get into some pretty wild shit—with Makita along at least the damage would be contained. “Isn’t she pregnant?” Alisha asked.
“Yeah, but they make mocktails these days,” said Stella.
The Blue Diamond was one of the fancier nightclubs in New Haven. Alisha had never been inside it—she couldn’t afford the cover, never mind the cost of drinks, but Stella had somehow gotten her hands on a VIP pass and she’d promised Alisha that she could get them in without any problem. On this night, as with most nights, there was a line a mile long, and Stella waltzed right up to the bouncer, with Alisha in tow, and flashed a gold card at him. “Right,” the bouncer said, stepping aside and undoing the velvet rope. “But not your friend.”
“Oh, but it’s her birthday,” Stella pouted.
“Sorry, I don’t make the rules—”
“But if she’s not in there with me, how can we do this?” asked Stella, right before planting a kiss on Alisha’s lips. Alisha, surprised as she was by the kiss, was even more surprised to find that she liked the feeling of Stella’s tongue against her lips, and the grasping, gasping little tugs of Stella’s mouth against hers. A ring of shouts and hoots went up around them, but all Alisha could feel was the delicate play of Stella’s tongue on hers, and feel Stella’s hand warm on her breast, her fingers teasing the nipple so that it tented the fabric of her dress. Stella’s hand slid Alisha’s dress higher and higher up her side, and the coldness of the air against her pussy pulled Alisha back into what was happening. A shock of mortification went through her, but much to her surprise when Stella broke away all Alisha could think was More.
The bouncer was visibly flustered, and then Stella guided Alisha’s hand to her own breast, moaning, “You don’t want the party to get boring now, do you?”
Finally, the bouncer shooed them both in. Stella blew him a kiss as they stepped past the ropes. “I’ve got to get one of those cards,” said Alisha, trying not to show how rattled she was by the kiss that Stella had planted on her.
The inside of the club was dark, black lights and neon lights flashing all over the place. It was too early for the dancing to start, but there was already a sizeable crowd around the edge of the dance space. Club music was pumping through the sound system, a steady thoomp thoomp that stirred the dancer in her, and she could feel her body began to sway to the beat.
“Sure, babe,” said Stella, waving. There was Makita, at a booth, a glass in front of her. She didn’t look the least bit pregnant,
and as they exchanged kisses and hugs Alisha wondered what was the polite thing to say about her figure.
“Hey Makita, tell the birthday girl what she has to do to earn one of these VIP passes.”
Makita laughed. “All you have to do is eat out the owner’s pussy in a way that makes her come.”
“Quit it,” Alisha said, feeling a blush start over her body. She didn’t like to be reminded that she was the youngest of the three—and she especially didn’t want them to find out that she’d been with Calvin for six months and she was still a virgin. Stella would probably go down on her right then and there.
“It’s true,” Stella said. “She’s very particular. If you think you have the skills—”
“So what’s the deal with the tequila?” Alisha asked, a little too loudly. Happily, Makita began telling her about the ritual—shot, salt, lime. It’s a good thing I’m a dancer, Alisha thought. She wondered how people who were drunk managed. “People who are drunk don’t order tequila,” Makita said, guessing her thoughts.
Stella merely winked. The waitress came around and when she found out that it was Alisha’s birthday she brought out a shot glass of something blue and purple, and set it on fire. “Happy birthday,” said the waitress, winking at Alisha.
“Ooh, she wants to tap that,” Stella said, as Alisha watched the flames die out. “Drink up!”
Alisha took a deep breath and tossed back the concoction—surprisingly and pleasantly sour—in one gulp, trying not to sputter when the alcohol stung her throat and eyes. Stella laughed and clapped her on the back. “Now that’s how you celebrate turning twenty-one!” she cried, tears streaming down her face, she was laughing so hard.