Honey Flava

I hardly cared. She moved her body to hover over my face, letting me see how wet and ready she was, her clit thrusting out from between her slick folds like the head of a tiny pin. I lifted my head and barely took it between my own lips, running my tongue along its sensitive tip.

Miki growled and ground herself down as she took me deep into her mouth. She wasn’t teasing anymore and she needed to come in my arms. I ran my tongue up her slit and began lapping with broad, slow strokes, and her hands tightened on my thighs. She accelerated her own speed as I kept mine steady, making little animal noises in the back of her throat, which sent a new thrill up my shaft.

I didn’t want to be the first to lose it, though. While my pride wasn’t hurt from the trick she’d pulled, I wanted to be sure she knew I had a few up my sleeve as well. I lifted my hands to her ass, swiping my tongue along my thumb before I let it trail up the cleft between her cheeks. The noises in the back of her throat stilled for a moment. She wasn’t sure what was coming and held my cock rigid and immobile in the warmth of her mouth.

The moist pad of my thumb moved along her perineum, sliding along its exposed flesh before lifting to separate her cheeks. I started rubbing circles into the delicate flesh just along her rear entrance, and as my hand moved back to cup her right cheek, I lifted my tongue to gently probe at her musky asshole.

“God!” She lifted her head from my cock, grabbing at it with her hand and pumping slowly as I tongued her sweet ass. “Do it, do it right there.” My chin was already wet from her slick pussy lips, rubbing against my lower face as my tongue danced around the edges of her cheeks. I squeezed the golden globes of her ass together around my tongue, then pried them apart and brought my head up to start really working into her.

Miki put the crown of her head against my thigh, and I imagined her eyes were squeezed shut, as she bit her lip with the sheer pleasure I was bringing her ass. She kept pumping my cock, adding a twisting action as she came to the base and returned to the top. I groaned into her, loving the imaginary vision before me as much as I loved the taste of her. When I felt the tip of her tongue return to the slit in my crown, I popped my index finger into my mouth and replaced my tongue with a gently probing finger.

She was whimpering now, and I’m pretty sure I was, too. I moved my head back down to nibble on her lips and thrust my tongue back into her pussy, keeping the first knuckle of my index finger crooked in her ass. Her whimpers turned into full-fledged little cries, and as she ground against my face, she popped the tip of my cock back into her mouth, sucking frantically at the sensitive head while gripping the base tight. She was coming hard against my mouth, and it took everything I had to keep from shooting into her own.

When she finally stopped roiling against my chin, I took my finger from her ass, wrapped my arms around her, and rolled her over onto her back. Her legs were spread wide and I lifted off her, panting and covered in sweat, looking down at that perfect little body.

“Fuck me,” she growled, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, David.” My cock was already dripping with pre-cum as I lined up and buried myself in her with a single stroke, pressing my lips hard against hers. She returned the kiss with equal ferocity, still making the same sharp noises, then broke her face away to look into my eyes.

“Did you like your medicine?” She ran her tongue along my lips, grinning from ear to ear underneath me.

I could only growl in response. Words were gone now, and I needed to come. Miki seemed to understand but she wasn’t going to let me get away quite that easily.

“We’re not quite finished yet, are we?” Her hips were bucking up into my own, rolling on the tide that every couple knows, slick with our saliva and with her orgasm. “You’ve still got those terrible symptoms…” With that I felt her little hand slide between us and gently squeeze my balls.

That did it—I couldn’t take another second. With a shout I pinned her fully to the mattress, stopped pumping my hips, and let myself go completely. I flooded her with my cum as she bit down on one earlobe and rolled my sensitive balls between her palm and thumb, milking every last drop out of them. Even when I collapsed on top of her, she was still cradling them, whispering gently in my ear.

“So what do you think? Are you going to be able to let me practice medicine on you?”

I caught my breath and rolled onto my side, carrying her with me. “Miki, by the time we’re through,” I promised, “you’ll be top of the class.”

Double Ten

LISA G. RILEY

“WONG’S HAPPY EMPORIUM.”

Trisha Logan felt heat curl in her belly. He hadn’t said his name, but she knew it was Brett Wong answering the phone in his parents’ store. She hadn’t expected this. He never came to Chinatown. The last time she’d seen him, she’d been in his lap and he’d had his hand in her panties while she’d ridden his fingers and screamed into his mouth. She took a deep breath. “Hello, Brett.”

“Rissy.”

Biting back a moan, she closed her eyes. He’d said her name exactly that way the night they’d gone beyond the bonds of their longtime friendship. What had started as a kiss had ended with her splayed wantonly in his lap. It had happened in a private booth in a nightclub. She remembered how he’d sucked her nipple through her clothes, tonguing it hard on the roof of his mouth, and she had to clench her pussy muscles to stem the flow of arousal. “Um. How are you?”

“Why haven’t you called me back?”

Abort, abort! “Can I speak to your mom?”

“I’ve been out of town; otherwise, I’d have settled this by now.”

Don’t you know what abort means? Get off the phone, stupid! “I’ve gotta go.” She hung up the phone. At the nightclub, she’d scrambled off his lap and hurried out. What they’d done had changed everything, and she’d known that immediately.

Brett thought about Trisha as he drove to Chinatown for the second time that week. When she’d hung up on him four days before, his first instinct had been to call her back, but he’d decided not to. His dark eyes narrowed as he thought about when he’d last seen her. He remembered how her slick opening had quickly closed around his fingers and she’d moaned deep in her throat. She’d worried about what they were doing, even as she’d lifted her silk-covered breast and fed him her nipple.

Her hips had been pumping, her thighs had been squeezing, and he’d had to struggle not to pull his dick out of his pants and plunge it into her hungry body. He regretted that he hadn’t because she’d been avoiding him ever since.

“Should have known the little chicken would run,” he said. She’d been running since she was a kid and had moved to Chinatown; a lone African-American face in a sea of Chinese ones. Then, as now, she was running from a past she didn’t know and trying to create a new history.

Even as he thought it, Brett knew that many believed he was running, too. As soon as he was able, he’d left Chinatown, a place so steeped in the past and history that it was sometimes hard to distinguish the here and now from the then and gone. “I didn’t run, I left,” he mumbled.

As he drove along Wentworth Avenue, his eyes caught by the high, green and red pagoda-covered structure called the Chinese Gateway, his cell rang. He put his earpiece in and checked the caller ID. “Hello, Mary,” he said to his twin sister.