“Would you have a threesome?” Sam asked as she made her way down my body and her warm, wet mouth slowly but firmly took me in.
“I have entertained the thought,” I said, panting from the oral pleasure I was receiving.
She eased her way up toward me and positioned my erection at the entrance to her sweet spot. Inch by inch I was being sucked into her pleasure treasure. Sam rode me intensely until she buried her nails into my chest and tensed up.
“I’m cumming,” she screamed, and shook uncontrollably.
It wasn’t long before I joined her.
“Oh, shit! I’m cumming, too.”
Heavy breathing filled the room as she collapsed on top of me. At some point, we both drifted into a deep coma-like sleep.
Sam’s birthday was coming around the corner. She had planned her own birthday party. As I made plans to attend, I invited my homie, Sarge, to roll with me. That’s the nickname we gave him because he was a military veteran. He was a big guy like Terry Crews, who played Damon in Friday After Next. Also, Sarge was a workout freak. I had introduced the two of them in the past. After he agreed to tag along, Sarge felt compelled to buy a gift.
We drove to the mall together the day of the party, which was Sam’s actual birthday. I told Sarge that she liked lingerie from Victoria’s Secret. My plan was to buy her a bottle of Lemon and Sugar perfume by Fresh. As we walked and browsed the latest line of lingerie in Vickie’s Secret, as I call it, Sarge and I took in all the eye candy, elbowing each other, grunting and nodding for each other to look in one direction or the other, appreciating the beauty and booty that God created. He decided to buy a canary-colored underwear set that included a wife beater and boy shorts. I thought about how good it would look on Sam’s body. She is petite, standing about five foot four and 110 pounds, slim, with nice breasts and bubble butt. Mmmm, I’m having a nature rising moment just describing her. After I made my purchase, we left the mall to go get ready for the party.
When we made it to the party, it was already in full swing. There was food galore, a live band, and a deejay. People were standing near the speakers bobbing their heads and moving their bodies to the beat in subtle fashion. There was a group of Sam’s friends and family sitting around a table playing card games, and others were feeding their faces and engaging in conversations.
Sam’s mother approached me, and we embraced. I introduced her to Sarge and the two of them shook hands. Sam made her way out of the kitchen and came up to me and gave me a kiss.
“Happy birthday, baby,” I whispered to her after the kiss and presented her with the gift I’d bought for her.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling like a schoolgirl.
“Damn, you look good enough to eat.”
“Behave, please” was her reply while playfully hitting me on the shoulder.
“You remember Sarge?”
“Yes, I do. How are you?” Sam responded, looking at Sarge.
“I’m fine. Long time no see. Happy birthday.” He smiled, extending the gift bag to her.
“Thank you. Go mix and mingle and have fun,” she told the both of us. “I’m the host as well.”
At the sight of seeing Sam looking so damn good, I don’t know what came over me. Lust was on the brain. She wore a black lace and nude corset with some cheek-a-boo cuffed shorts and a pair of black peep-toe stilettos. It took every ounce of mind control to talk myself out of dragging her to an isolated part of the house for some quick action. At that moment I decided that I would make this birthday a memorable one that would push Sam’s sexual limits. Sarge had no idea what I was up to.
In the past, when we would have real talk, I would share with Sarge some intimate moments that Sam and I had experienced.
“Man, my girl, Sam, got some bomb-ass pussy. Bro, I’m talking ’bout like your boy Plies says, it gets wet, wet. She got a major head game, too. Her jaws are so strong. She can suck a golf ball through a water hose.”
“Damn, dawg. She got it like that? Just the thought of it is making my dick hard,” Sarge said, laughing.
The party was beginning to thin out. I made myself comfortable on Sam’s bed, turned on the TV, and relaxed while she continued to play the host role. Eventually, she came and joined me, making sure I was taken care of and satisfied while she sipped on a glass of wine. I gave her a reassuring kiss and squeezed her ass to let her know I would definitely be okay later, if you know what I mean. We could still hear the sounds of the music and faint voices of the remaining guests outside the bedroom. Sarge joined us later and sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and watched TV.
Still in host mode, Sam offered to get Sarge something to drink as she left to go check on her remaining guests. When Sam left the room, Sarge was going on and on about how he was enjoying himself.
“Man, your girl did this thang up right. I’m glad I came.”
“Wait till I tell you what I got in store for her.” I transitioned to tell Sarge what I had in mind. “Say, bro, would you like to hit Sam?” I asked.
He looked at me with disbelief and asked with a nervous laugh, “Are you for real? Man, you are crazy.”
My look must have said it all.
“You are for real, huh? Okay,” he said, letting me know he was game.