Sexaholics (15 page)

Falon and Austin made inaudible sounds together.

By now, Teela only heard the erotic sounds with her tender ears. She no
longer had the visual. She’d turned her back and quietly headed all the
way upstairs and through the bedroom door, and closed it.

She stood over the bed and braced her body as she sat down upon the pillowtop
mattress and leaned forward with her elbows to her knees. She began to cry,
still hearing the intense wailing of Falon and her man, fucking downstairs.

As much as Teela fought to tune out the lustful sound, she heard Falon hit
the big O like a firecracker.

And Austin yelled his usual “Fuck,” while Falon made a sprung
sound.

All without Teela watching.

Yet and still, they simultaneously got off on each other.

And Teela had no one to thank but herself.

This time, Teela didn’t get off.

Not even a little bit.

For once, the green-eyed monster now lived in her green eyes, ruining
everything.

Valencia

T
he weekend wound down fast and an
extrawarm Sunday evening had arrived. The central air conditioner was working
overtime, even late in the day.

Valencia successfully fought off the urge to go out. She’d just hung up
from talking to Gregory. He had wanted her to come over, but she put him off
until the next night. She’d wanted to turn in early because she had a
meeting first thing in the morning. But, with her bedsheets kicked all the way
down to the foot of the bed, she took the time to talk to him for over two
hours.

However, by the time she dozed off, her home phone rang. She snatched it in a
murky daze. Her greeting voice was groggy and slow. “Hello.”

“Val.”

Valencia yawned and looked over at the alarm clock. It was 1:52 a.m.
“Yeah.” She wiped her forehead and her eyes.

“Whatcha doin?” Miki asked softly.

“I’m sleeping.”

“This early?”

“Early? Baby, it’s two in the morning.”

“I know. I’m sorry to wake you, but. Val. Well, we were just
thinking about you.”

“We?”

“Yeah. Me and Tariq.”

Valencia’s eyes opened fully. “You and Tariq?”

“Tariq just asked about you. And it’s not the first
time.”

“Fa real?”

Miki said in a seductive, throaty whisper, “Like, he asked me what your
pussy tastes like.”

“Honey. Come on now.” Valencia heard Miki’s quick-paced
breathing. “What are you doing?”

“We’re lying here. His mouth is between my legs. And we’re
talking about you.” Miki’s voice grew sexy.

Valencia shook her brain to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
“Ay dios mio, mija.”

“I know. My sexy baby was sleeping. Just listen.” There was a
sound of a slight muffle, and then a sloshing, smacking sound of wetness.

Valencia’s eyes were now wide open. She turned onto her back and
switched the phone to her left hand.

The sound grew louder and louder, and female moans of pleasure backed up the
earful of intense slobber. And then a male voice, simmering in an erotic
marinade asked, “Ya hear this? Is this what it’s like when you eat
my baby’s pussy? Is that how you make her sound?”

“Yeah,” Valencia replied. Her voice showed turn-on.

“Isn’t my baby’s pussy pretty? Full lips. All hairy.
Isn’t it sweet?”

“You know that.”

His questions kept coming. “Doesn’t she cream so good? She cums
like a river. My baby cums good, doesn’t she?”

“Ay sí.”
Valencia’s lids shut in surrender.
The visual behind her eyelids was X-rated.

“And how about you? Does my baby suck that pussy just right? Does she
know how to make you cum in her mouth?”

“Ay sí.”
She slipped her hand down her panties.

“Like this?” And his voice turned from words to a revving, deep
moan, and the sloshing liquid sounds grew in her ear until, suddenly,
Miki’s tigress voice spoke: “Oh yes, Val, he eats my pussy so good.
Just like you. Just like you. Listen to me cum, girl. Listen to what Tariq does
to me.” She paused and then spoke while groaning. “I’m about
to fuckin rip a good one.” She paused again and screamed her short
sentences. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. It’s cumming. Val. Oh, damn.
It’s cumming.”

As Miki’s cries revved, Valencia already had two fingers deep inside of
her own wet vagina, probing herself, and using her thumb to flick her clit as
she spread her slippery wetness from side to side and top to bottom. She cheered
on her friend, “Get that good nut, Miki. Get that shit.” She sucked
saliva through her teeth.

“Ahhhhh, dammit. Ungggghhhh, yes. Fuck. Fuck, yeah! Ummmhhh.”

Valencia could hear Tariq’s pussy-eating groans with his
uh-huh,
uh-huh
encouragement, even with his mouth full.

And then he took the phone and said, “Valencia, I’m about to
finish what I just started. You know your girl is laying here drenched with her
own cum, and I’m about to finish the job. I’m climbing on top of all
this body right now, with my stiff dick in my hand, about to fuck your
friend’s pussy the way she likes to be fucked.”

“Ay sí, papi.”
Valencia’s pussy contracted
over and over. She licked her lips.

“Listen. Listen to her as I stick this big-ass dick in her fat pussy.
Listen.”

And Miki made the sound of a tribal sexual grunt, and held her breath,
shifting into a prolonged exhale. Her breaths then became short and deep.
“Ahhh, ahhh, ahh, ahh, ah, ah,” she yelled, as though being stroked
for dear life.

Valencia said, “
Ay sí, coño.
Fuck that pussy,
mijo.
Make her cum again,
papi.
”

“Oh I’ma fuck it. And I want you to think about what it would be
like if you were right here, getting fucked right along with her. All that
pussy-eating shit you two do. You need a big, long, hard dick after all that
damn licking. Miki’s getting fucked deep and hard and I can feel her pussy
grip my dick, squeezing me while I slide in and out. I know every damn nook and
cranny of this greasy pussy. And I know the spots way down deep. That’s
the place I hit that make her hit this high-pitched sound like she’s
fuckin crying. Like this.”

“Oooohh, uhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, uuum, uuum.”

“Hear that? You know you want me to fuck you. We’ve had you as a
fantasy in our bed for months now. I know she already told you what I do. Now
it’s time for you to hear what I do.”

Valencia groaned her words, “Let me hear that, baby.”

“Take this dick. This is your dick. This good-ass pussy makes me hard
every damn time it’s within a mile of my ass. Kiss me, shit. Got all your
pussy juices on my lips. I can still taste you when I swallow. Kiss
me.”

Valencia listened to the smacking sounds of the hot and heavy couple on the
other end and cradled the phone between her chin and shoulder. She kept up her
finger-fucking, also squeezing her left nipple.

Tariq’s moans were deep. His breathing pattern accelerated. “See,
this shit is about to make me cum.”

“Cum,
papi
. Cum for us both.”

The phone suddenly sounded muffled again, and Valencia could hear the frantic
sounds of the mattress squeaking and a headboard banging.

Miki let out a burst of mixed sounds that resembled a foreign language. She
screamed as though she was being pussy-stabbed, and then her wails were
plaintive. Her moans dripped with eroticism.

Tariq yelled, “That’s the shit. Cum for me. Cum all over that
dick. Oh hell. Oh shit. I’m cumming. Uggghhhhhggh. Ugh. Ugh.”

Miki and Tariq’s grunts were twins. Then Valencia spoke up as if she
were their triplet, as she ground onto her own hand job, “
Ay,
siiiiiiiii
. Uhhhhhm, shit.” And she sucked saliva through her teeth
again while she squeezed her eyes shut and panted in response to her own
pulsating clit-throb, pinching her nipple even harder. “Ayyyy.
Fuck!”

She popped her eyes open and again focused on the phone call, when her best
friend said, “I heard you baby. I just picked up the phone and I heard
you.”

“Damn, Miki,” Valencia said, trying to control her breaths.
“Girl, that was some sexy, crazy-ass shit.”

“I know. I’m sorry. He dared me.”

“Oh hell no. Don’t be sorry. Not even.” She still breathed
fast.

“Did you cum good?” Miki asked.

“Hell yeah.”

“Good. I owe you one for this.”

“You do,
mami.
” She pursed her lips and blew her breath
from her mouth slowly. “Where’s Tariq?”

“He’s in the bathroom. He was shaking his head from the moment he
stood up, still wearing a hard-on.”

“Damn, he be doin it like that? He was fucking the shit outta you.
Sounds like he knows how to throw that dick.” Valencia managed a
chuckle.

“That he does.”

“Damn. I wish Greg and me were still this freaky. I miss the days when
we were both acting like damn fools in bed. But his ass is a damn nerd
now.”

“Shit, girl. Tariq is square, too, believe it or not.”

“Hell. Doesn’t sound like it to me.”

“Well, he’s no sexaholic, if that’s what you’re
thinking.”

“You say so. But anyway, Greg’s ass is pissed at me for not
coming home in time to meet him the other night.”

“What? What’d you get into? You went to Purple, right?”

“That, and I got with two women and a guy afterwards.”

“Good Lord. You know what? Good night, Val. I’ll talk to your hot
booty later.”

“Good night. And tell that nonsexaholic stud of a man I said,
finally.”

Miki snickered. “I will. Bye.”

“Adios, ’ma.”

Miki and Valencia hung up, both smiling.

*   *   *   

The next night, as promised, Valencia had shown up to spend time with her
fiancé. While watching
Devil in a Blue Dress
together for the
fourth time, they shared a frozen garlic chicken pizza and Skyy with cranberry,
then turned in. But sleeping this particular night had to wait.

Gregory had Valencia prone in the missionary position. He looked her dead in
the eyes and had her long legs bent back to the headboard of his rosewood
California King.

He was talking shit. He liked to scoot all the way up, nearly hovering over
her pubic area so he could hit it directly. Her body was longer than his and he
didn’t really prefer doggie style, as her legs were so long that he
couldn’t reach her hole without propping pillows under his knees. But this
position was his favorite. He could tuck his legs near her ass and pump in and
out as fast and furious as he wanted to. Only sometimes, she wanted him to slow
down and find the right spots for the size of his dick to hit.
“You’ve been running from this dick, huh? I’m about sick of
your ass hitting the streets and not taking care of home.”

She did her assorted grind moves, trying to slow him down by reversing in a
slow circle for a second. But he fucked like he was too eager to downshift. She
said sexily, “Baby, it hasn’t been on purpose, I promise you. I love
my dick.”

He leaned in and smacked a big pucker of a kiss on the bridge of her nose.
His breathing was deep and loud. He’d been at it for only five minutes but
had worked up a sweat along his forehead from all his humping like a K-9.
“How bad? How bad do you love it?”

Valencia pressed her hand to his hairy chest and could feel his heart race.
She looked up at him and then down at her pubic area, watching him pound her
silly with his less-than-average-sized dick. It was short and thick, just like
him. “Bad enough.” His sweat dripped upon her cheek.

“Bad enough to let me fuck you in the ass?”

“Bad enough for that, too. But baby, you know you gotta at least try to
eat me out. You know the ass fuck doesn’t make me cum like eating my pussy
does.”

“I know.” He continued his fast grind. “I just got so
excited tonight when you hopped your fine ass in bed with no clothes on. My bed
doesn’t even know what it’s like to have you in it anymore. Let
alone, butt naked, and ready to fuck.”

She gave him big eyes. “But baby, just for a minute.” She took a
deep breath and said, “Eat me. Please.”

“Come on,” he said, pulling his penis from her pussy.
“I’m ready. You’re about to get really wet on this one. Then
I’m gonna hop in that tight ass and fuck you like a muthafucka on death
row. Like Mr. Marcus be fuckin his bitches in the movies.” Gregory was
definitely not talking like a nerd tonight.

Valencia gave him a look like he need not be trying to sound gangster, yet
grinned like she was at least impressed by his goals and opened her legs for
him. At first she watched his teasing approach and then she turned her head to
the side, bringing her forearm to cover her face so that she could simply feel
him eat her out. And so she could also imagine whatever she wanted to. Whatever
would help her to get off, she was ready to do. She was used to fantasizing as
necessary. He could be whomever she wanted him to be.