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Chapter Fifteen
Qianna
Jackpot!
That’s all I can fuckin’ say. All that good-ass pussy Avonte carryin’ around between them thighs, and that horse dick Devin got, shit. And judging from that big-ass rock on Avonte’s finger, they got money, too. I hit the fuckin’ jackpot.
Yeah, I could tell by the way Avonte looked at me when I grabbed these titties, that she was wit’ it. And you show me a man that ain’t down for sex wit’ two women, and I’ll show you a faggot.
I knew that he would, but I guess Avonte didn’t ’cause that bitch assed around for over an hour before she even got around to askin’. But it was cool. The three of us hung out, drank, danced, and had a good time. My boy Devin was steady buyin’ drinks like they was water.
It was like the nigga was tryin’ to get us drunk so he could fuck both of us. I had to laugh ’cause the shit was on, and he didn’t even know it. He coulda saved that money, or better yet, he coulda handed that shit to me. Shit, I was ’bout to tell him the deal myself, when Avonte finally told him.
We were all on the floor dancin’ together, and me and Avonte had that nigga sandwiched in like a burger. I was in front of him and Avonte was behind. I can still see the way his facial expression changed when she whispered that shit in his ear. "What?" he asked. Then she told him again, and his eyes opened wide.
That nigga’s neck snapped ’round and he looked at Avonte, then that neck snapped again, and he looked at me. I smiled and stuck out my tongue.
"Hell yeah! Let’s get the fuck outta here," Devin said, and dragged us off the floor.
I had hit the fuckin’ jackpot! Not bad for a bitch four weeks out of Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for Women. To be honest, this was exactly what I’d been visualizing ever since I saw them talkin’ ’bout The Secret on Oprah.
Every night after lights out, I’d lie in bed and visualize; I would visualize myself havin’ good sex and plenty of money. I’d see myself at the mall tryin’ shit on, then goin’ to the register and payin’ for it. I’d see myself walkin’ through the mall with my arms fulla bags of shit I bought. I’d see myself at the clubs, dressed in my new shit, turnin’ every head, man and woman, in the club. I would see myself on airplanes, flyin’ to the islands and shit for the weekend. I was feelin’ so fuckin’ good after visualizing all that shit, that I’d start playin’ wit’ myself. Then, I would visualize me havin’ good sex.
Avonte pushed my head away from her, and I rolled over on my back, and she quickly crawled between my legs. Avonte reached between my thighs and fingered my clit with one hand, while she squeezed her breast with the other.
Devin stood over me and I stroked himself, and I took him into my mouth again. I liked suckin’ his dick. Avonte very deliberately spread my lips and sucked my clit, but the whole time, she was staring at Devin. Avonte slid her tongue inside me, and sucked my moist lips gently. I felt her body quiver as Avonte licked my clit with the tip of her tongue. Avonte sucked my clit and it grew harder. My thighs pressed together and my body convulsed.
Devin looked down at Avonte’s ass up in the air, and stepped away from me. He fell in behind her, held onto her hips, and entered her slowly. He got into a long, rhythmic stroke, while he watched me squeeze my nipples. Devin pulled almost completely out of Avonte, and then slowly entered her again.
As Devin lay down, Avonte lay next to him, gliding her hand up and down his erection. I got up on the bed and lowered myself onto Devin’s face. He reached up with his hands, and ran them across my titties. He ran his tongue along my lips and started to lick my clit.
I watched Avonte gliding her hands across his skin to his now throbbing hardness, and slowly begin to massage it. She straddled his torso and eased herself down on it. She moaned her pleasure while continuing to slide up and down his dick. I rested my titties gently on Avonte’s back, cupped my hands under her titties, and squeezed her nipples, while I nibbled and sucked on her neck and shoulder.
Avonte repositioned herself on his dick, so she would be facing me. We kissed and explored each other’s bodies with our hands. As Devin licked and sucked my dripping wet pussy, he pushed himself as deep as he could inside Avonte.
Devin made me come, and Avonte came right behind me. We both lay down on either side of Devin. He was still rock hard. Devin began kissing
Avonte, and I started strokin’ his dick and squeezing his balls. Then I took Devin into my mouth. Avonte got up on her knees and ran her hands over my body. She started from my ankle then rubbed along my leg. Then she joined me between Devin’s legs. "Let me have some of that," Avonte said.
"It’s big enough to share," I mumbled. We made him come hard. Avonte took Devin’s face into her hands and kissed him. I watched them kissing and ran my hands over my body. Devin was watchin’ me squeezin’ my nipples and fingerin’ myself. He eased away from Avonte’s lips, crawled over her, and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I leaned back and held his head in place with one hand, and squeezed my nipple with the other. Avonte moved my hand out of the way and began suckin’ my nipple. Yeah, this is the shit.
With my newfound friends, Avonte on my right nipple, and my boy Devin suckin’ like a greedy crack fiend on the other nipple, that old temper of mine was a thing of the past. From now on, it would be nothin’ but good sex for me.
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Chapter Sixteen
Devin
In-fuckin’-credible. I can’t think of any other words that could describe it. Fuckin’ Avonte and Qianna Patterson was in-fuckin’-credible. I had been with two women once before, but it wasn’t like this. That time I was so excited, I came before it really got wild.
This shit was off the chain. And Avonte, there is more to her than she’s been saying, that was for sure. You can’t tell me that it was her first time eating pussy. I couldn’t wait to get back to them later that night. Both of them called me during the day wanting to get together again, but I couldn’t get away.
I had too much work to do at the office. And on top of that, Sandra hadn’t been to work in over a week, and she hadn’t called either. I kind of expected something like that would happen after what happened between us. Sandra and I had had sex again while we were working late one night last week, after everybody was gone. Or at least we thought everybody was gone. I was sitting in my chair behind the desk. Sandra was standing up with her hands on the desk, and I was pumping away, when we heard a key hit the lock. She got off of me and had just pulled up her pants, when the cleaning lady walked in on us. We could tell by the look on her face that she knew what we were doing.
Sandra left that night embarrassed as hell, but I just never expected it to last all week. I figured a day or two to get over it, and she’d be all right and ready to work. But that wasn’t the case. It was Friday, and I hadn’t heard from her, nor had she returned any of my calls. I’d covered for her to this point. The only one who really made an issue about it was Winston. He was making a pest of himself. I knew that soon, and very soon, I’d be forced to make a decision. I would have to fire her for abandonment of her position.