“I ain’t gonna let you be a deadbeat, James. You got her pregnant, now she needs sex, and lots of it. Hell, I recently realized that I need sex, too.”
“Well, what you want me to do?” he asked, looking from Jordan to me.
“Go in
the room and get naked, James. Be waiting on the bed.”
When he left, I removed Jordan’s shirt, stroked her round belly, and kissed it as we sank into the couch. We tongue-kissed as I fondled her clit. I drank from her breasts as I unfastened my clothes.
“We’re gonna make him want you,” I said, grabbing her by the hand. “Let’s go in the room and face our man.”
James’s dick sprung like a plant when he saw our naked bodies—the one of the old lover he had fallen for so many years ago, and the one of the young lover that was carrying his child. We got in bed on either side of him. He reached for her first but I didn’t mind. While he hungrily sucked her tits, I greedily placed my mouth over his erect penis. His semen was so sweet I wanted to scoop some up to bake with.
He moaned as I deep-throated him, and she moaned as he squeezed her ass. Unable to wait, I mounted my husband and rode him while Jordan took up licking my ass and his balls.
“Fuck, Emma! Your pussy is so good,” James moaned.
“Yes, James! Shit, Jordan!” I returned. Her warm mouth felt delightful on my ass as I pounced on my husband’s sturdy cock.
We switched positions. I ate Jordan’s pussy from behind, rubbing her belly as it hung low, while James slid his manhood in and out of me doggie-style. I almost came right then. But being the woman I am, I had to remind James that this session was about him making Jordan feel good, not me, so he laid her on her side and put lubricant on her anus. He slid his cock in her ass, placed his hands around her belly, and grunted as he butt-fucked her.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” she cried. He placed his thumb on her clit but I pushed it aside so I could do it. I lay on my side facing her. As he moved in and out of her ass, Jordan and I kissed deeply and explored each other’s body.
“I need my dick sucked,” James said, kneeling between us. We took turns jerking and sucking his cock until it glistened with saliva.
“Fuck me, James,” I moaned as he slid his cock in my ass. Not even Harry could work me like that.
James took turns fucking us doggie-style, rubbing Jordan’s belly all the while. Eventually, we went back to sucking his cock, and he came hard, rubbing the jism on our tits and lips. I took pleasure in being the one who swallowed the bulk of his cum.
While Jordan and I continued to make love, James got it up again. He plugged his dick in my pussy, making me cum as Jordan sat on my face, letting me lick her twat.
Seconds later, her orgasm sent her into labor. After her six weeks of celibacy, we were at it again. We don’t see nothing wrong with an intimate triangle. And as for Harry, I hate to say it, but he don’t live here no more.
Beauty
Wanda D. Hudson
His appearance is massive, but he has a subtle mood about him that pacifies me. Every time he emerges I get weak, so weak my limbs can’t stabilize me. He shows himself in times of passion—times when I summon him to act—times when I need him to take me in and soothe me.
No one knows of the affection I have for him. The first time I saw him I knew he had to become mine. He’s my aphrodisiac. Every hour he fills my mind and I can’t concentrate, can’t react. My thoughts stop. Beauty—the only name that does him justice. He is my on-and-off switch that decides when I should operate and then shut down. I don’t care that he owns me. I gave myself to him willingly, from the inside out.
The first time Beauty and I were introduced I was caught off guard. We were chatting, as we had always done for the last few months. For some reason my chat buddy decided that I was ready. If I had been asked first, I would have said that I wasn’t prepared. The sight of him was too overwhelming. I was speechless and in awe. Since our first encounter I have craved his presence. I beg for him to come near. Perfection kissed my face when we met.
Was he a hallucination? There was nothing in my world to compare Beauty to. Up until him my existence had been composed of tattered shambles and noise. Too much noise for me to comprehend anything feasible. And suddenly he surfaced. Big. Bold. Aggressive. The frame that surrounded him had to fight to keep him from bursting out. My eyes bucked slowly, my mouth hung long. Everything that circled me stopped. Silence. He made me take notice. To him I’ll pay my dues.
A sweet shock hugged me. I was a bit embarrassed but I couldn’t turn away from the view. I had to have him. I reached to caress him and felt him through the screen. Ahh…a love affair was born. My fingers exuded energy as I clicked my keyboard. I was no typist but I felt that the faster I plucked, the closer he would come to me. The delusion I had of once stroking one hundred words a minute surpassed me. My heart pulsed as I asked why that wonderful specimen was kept closed in.
wlv: Whoa!!!! Where did that come from???
jrb: lol
wlv: No, seriously…where do you keep all of that?
jrb: lol u r hilarious. I keep it in my pants
wlv: How do you walk? Does it stick out?
jrb: lol I wear tight underwear when I go out and when I stay home I wear boxers