Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 (33 page)

If her eyes were feet they would have left footprints in his skin. They wandered over his nude form and Joy almost gasped when she saw his dick, still semihard from the fucking he’d given La’Shon. She fought the urge to drop to her knees and let his chocolate melt in her mouth.

“Oh, shit, my bad,” Tony said in complete shock.

“What happened?” La’Shon came into the hallway. Then she saw Joy blocking the bathroom door. The awkwardness of the situation made everyone laugh nervously.

Tony smiled at Joy. “Is it safe to go in there?”

“Uh, yeah,” Joy stammered. She was still at a loss for words. Tony stood silent the full five seconds it took for Joy to realize that she was standing in his way.

“Oh!” Joy exclaimed. She moved to the side to let Tony go by. As he passed, the tip of his dick brushed Joy’s stomach. She had a mini-orgasm right there in the doorway.

“Thanks.” Tony stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

Joy turned and saw La’Shon giggling.

“What?” Joy walked toward her.

“He’s got a big dick, doesn’t he?”

“What, girl? I didn’t even notice—”

“Joy Patrice Kelly, if you don’t stop lying.”

Joy stopped in mid-sentence, paused, then burst out laughing.

“What the fuck was his daddy? A redwood tree?”

“Girl, I don’t know. But if I ever meet his father, I’m gonna kiss him and say thank you. He passed some good shit on to that brother. Hey, we didn’t wake you up, did we?”

“No, I got up to go to the bathroom and heard ya’ll. But it’s cool. Seems like the brother knows what he’s doing.”

“Does he!” La’Shon smiled.

She was about to complete her thought when Tony came out of the bathroom. He saw Joy still standing in the hall and quickly shut the door.

“No need for that, baby,” La’Shon said. “The girl saw you already.”

Joy smiled. “Girl, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Tony,” she called as she walked to her room.

As she closed her door, she heard Tony coming down the hallway. He and La’Shon whispered and giggled for a while before finally drifting off to sleep. Joy was far too horny to sleep. She spent the rest of the night walking her fingers through her secret garden.

That night was merely the beginning. Every time La’Shon and Tony got together, Joy would be up, listening. Her room was right next to La’Shon’s so she heard everything clearly. She would rub her breasts as she heard La’Shon moan. Her juices would flow as she listened to the
smack, smack, smack
of Tony’s mouth on La’Shon’s pussy. She would slide her fingers deep into her wetness and match Tony’s thrusts into La’Shon with her own. The orgasms were incredible.

It wasn’t just the big man that Joy was fantasizing about. La’Shon would creep into her dreams as well. Joy would see herself eating La’Shon’s pussy; the small bolt in her pierced tongue working magic on La’Shon’s clit. She would see herself
and La’Shon on their knees worshiping at the altar of Tony’s magnificent cock. A threesome was what she wanted, what she craved. But she didn’t know how to make it happen. Little did she know that things where about to happen on their own.

La’Shon was no dummy. She realized that Joy was up, listening. More than a few times, she’d heard sexy moans coming from her best friend’s room. The thought of putting on a show for her girl really turned her on. She also harbored some feelings for Joy that she’d never told her about. How could she?

For years, La’Shon had hidden the sexual attraction she had for Joy. It started in high school. Joy was lithe and athletic. La’Shon would watch her during cheerleader practice and as they showered after gym class. During sleepovers and long phone conversations, Joy would tell her about her dreams and fantasies and La’shon would ache to make them come true. But she could never bring herself to tell her friend how she really felt. What would she say? “Joy, I know we’re girls and all, but I really want to fuck you?” Joy would go running off into the night, screaming and cursing. Or so she thought.

As the months went on, hot sex could be heard nightly. Joy absorbed every sound and would masturbate until her hand got tired. She even bought a vibrator, a month’s worth of batteries, and a butt plug for those nights she was feeling extra freaky.

Soon, the sounds weren’t enough. Joy wanted to see the action. The visual from that first night stayed in her mind and would not budge. No matter where she was, she could close her eyes and see La’Shon’s ass moving up and down on Tony’s dick. The image always made her wet.

So she took to sneaking down the hall to La’Shon’s door, which always seemed to be halfway open for some reason. Joy
would stand there, fingering herself, trying desperately not to make a sound. Watching as La’Shon and Tony fucked each other silly.

Then one night, things got really interesting. It was a Friday night, about one in the morning. Joy was at La’Shon’s door, peeking into the room, watching every move she and Tony made. They were in the middle of the queen-sized bed, with La’Shon on all fours, and Tony fucking her from behind. The candles on the dresser bathed the room in a sexy glow that made it easy for Joy to see.

Then Tony bent forward, like he was whispering something to La’Shon. Joy heard her friend giggle and say, “Yeah.”

Joy was getting nervous and was about to leave when Tony turned around with a flashlight and yelled, “Gotcha!”

Joy was caught. Her head was completely in the door and two fingers were crammed into her pussy. La’Shon turned around and laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. Joy was mortified.

“Well,” La’Shon said, still laughing. “Are you just gonna stand there, or are you coming in?”

This was the last thing Joy expected to hear. “What?” she said, bewildered.

“I said, are you going to stand there, or are you coming in to join us?”

Joy was shocked, but she didn’t hesitate. She wanted to be the X factor in this sexy equation and La’Shon was giving her an open invitation.

Joy moved across the room and joined the lovers on the bed. Tony deftly removed Joy’s nightshirt, exposing her beautiful body.

“Lie down,” he said to her softly. La’Shon made room as Joy
lay on her back. She was about to say something when Tony kissed her lips and said, “Shhhh, no words. Just lie back and enjoy yourself.”

Tony took Joy’s nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently. A soft moan escaped her lips. La’Shon began to caress Joy’s supple body, kissing her stomach and taking her breath away. Joy squealed and moaned, enjoying the attention she was getting. Then she felt a hot tongue on her pussy. Joy looked down and saw La’Shon smiling up at her. She was between her legs, ready to take the game to a whole new level. Joy responded by putting her hand on La’Shon’s head and moaning loudly as La’Shon took Joy’s clit in her mouth.

Tony knew that this was a special moment and backed away to give the ladies plenty of room. La’Shon flicked her tongue back and forth on Joy’s clit, making her moan and cry out loud. This is what she’d been waiting for, fantasizing about for months. Now, at last, fantasy was reality.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes.” Joy could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth. La’Shon moved her head faster and sucked Joy’s clit like a baby on a good pacifier.

“Ahhhh, I’m cumming!” Joy screamed.

La’Shon licked and sucked Joy’s pussy until she flooded her mouth with sweetness. Sweat rolled off her forehead, making her face glisten in the candlelight. She was trembling and could hardly catch her breath, but she was so satisfied. Joy was open now and ready for anything.

La’Shon took Joy’s hand and put it on Tony’s stiff dick.

“Would you like some of this?” La’Shon asked.

Now Joy knew she was dreaming. La’Shon was offering her man to her? This fine-ass hunk of chocolate with the redwood
dick? This was a trick question, right? A breathy “Yes” was all she could muster the strength to say.

Tony reached into the nightstand and pulled out a Magnum. Joy watched with eager anticipation as Tony slipped the condom onto his dick. The big man positioned himself between Joy’s legs and rubbed the bulbous head of his manhood against her clit. Joy bit her lip and La’Shon rubbed her man’s back as he entered her.

“Oh, my God!” Joy cried. His dick had to be at least three inches around and eight inches long. It felt like it would never stop sliding into her pussy. Joy held on to Tony’s broad shoulders as he fucked her with long, slow, deep strokes.

“Oh, fuck!” Joy cried over and over again. Tony took his time and gave her all the dick she could handle. La’Shon held Joy’s legs in the air as Tony rocked her pussy. This was good. Oh, so good. But Joy wanted more.

“Come here, La’Shon,” Joy breathed. “Sit on my face.”

Now it was La’Shon’s turn to be shocked. She smiled at Joy and quickly did as she was asked. With one smooth motion, La’Shon positioned herself so that her pussy landed right in Joy’s hungry mouth.

“Mmmmm,” Joy moaned as she tasted her friend’s pussy for the first time. She swirled her tongue around La’Shon’s big clit, making her moan and beg for more.

“Yessssss!” cried La’Shon, loving the fact that her girl was eating her pussy.

In that position, the amorous trio licked, sucked, and fucked each other to magnificent orgasms. They were the first of many. That night, La’Shon, Joy, and Tony threw all caution to the wind as they enjoyed each other’s bodies. It was well past daybreak when they collapsed in blissful exhaustion. The noon sun sat high
in the sky and found them still sleeping, a tangled mass on the bed. Joy was still smiling from the adventure.

After that night, Joy would no longer have to creep and peek. She was a welcomed addition and formed the third point to a very erotic triangle. As passion grew and lust turned to deeper friendship, La’Shon, Joy, and Tony proved that three really is a magical number.

Shane Allison

I had just gotten off work. I was hungry and sleepy as hell, hoping I wouldn’t nod off at the wheel on my long drive back to the sticks. I usually talk to myself, which seems to help in keeping me awake. I was trying to decide what I wanted to eat. On the side of town I was leaving, my choices were fast food and … fast food. If I ate another cheeseburger, another chicken nugget, I was going to seriously hurt somebody.

I’m trying to watch my weight anyway. Every time I look in the mirror I notice my ass getting bigger, a second chin coming in. The only exercise I manage to get is when I’m marching up and down the stadium steps of the movie theater where I work. I figure since I’m too lazy to get off my ass to join a gym, I might as well at least try to eat right, watch what I put in this cute, God-given body of mine. Damn, I miss New York. The two years I was there, I lost a shitload of weight. I walked everywhere and I was on a strict diet of tap water and bologna sandwiches.

Even though I didn’t feel like driving across town, I decided on Larry’s Giant Subs. I had a hankering for one of their infamous, oven-roasted chicken sandwiches. The one on Tennessee Street was closest. When I reached that part of town, the bars and clubs were letting out. Alpha male college boys and scantily dressed college girls stumbled down the strip. Cops and EMTs
stood by for the intoxicated. Larry’s wasn’t full, but when I arrived, a few hungry coeds started to file in.

I ordered a six-inch chicken breast sub. I had this fine, brown-skinned brother behind the counter load it up with veggies, spinach, tomatoes, bell peppers, cucumbers, olives, the works, followed by a little salt and pepper and Parmesan cheese. I cheated when I had him draw a single line of mayonnaise along the sandwich to finish it off.

“Would you like to make it a combo, ma’am, or just the sandwich?”

I didn’t want any chips and wasn’t thirsty enough for a drink so I told him just the sandwich. I fished my wallet out of my purse and handed him my debit card. This drunken white boy, with blond hair and bloodshot blue eyes, bumped into me.

“Sorry, baby, my bad,” he said.

First thing that came to mind was, I’m not your baby and get your drunk, date-rapin’ hands off me. But “It’s fine, don’t worry about it” were the words that stumbled out of my mouth instead. I paid for my sandwich and walked out as more and more collegiate baby birds were stumbling in, chirping away about dumb shit that only baby birds chirp about.

I strolled along the strip, grinning and laughing at them making fools out of themselves, thankful that I was no longer a twenty-something. As I drove, my eyes caught sight of someone I knew. I wasn’t sure it was him at first, but the closer I got, the more of him I could make out, and sure enough … Brandon Mathis.

“Well, looka here!”

A smile stretched like taffy across this round, brown face of mine. He was clearly drunk off that fine, bubble-ass of his, stumbling down the street like some inebriated wino. I started to
leave him alone, thinking that he would eventually get to wherever he was headed. But I thought, what if he gets hit by some kid, drunk behind the wheel? Or a bunch of rednecks wanted to mess with him, beat his ass, just for the hell of it?

Either way, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I drove alongside him and let down the passenger side window. “W’sup, boy!”