I’m so focused on the heavenly body in front of me that I don’t even care what Shay’s doing. I can feel the wetness soak through my panties and slide down my thighs. Ava is working my body over something tough. My dress gathers on my torso so that all my goodies are exposed. I lay back on the counter and Ava spreads my legs. She laps up the slickness on my thighs first and wetly makes her way to my center. Shay trots up behind Ava and slips her dick into her pussy faster than Quick Draw McGraw. Ava’s muffled moans echo deep in my pussy, vibrating my walls, sending me into pure carnal pleasure. I steady myself and tangle my fingers into Ava’s hair and shove her tongue deeper inside me. I tease my rock-hard nipples so that with each stroke of this girl’s tongue, a jolt of pleasure shoots through my body.
Our bodies are one fluid movement as each of Shay’s strokes blast through Ava and resonate through me. Out the corner of my eye, I see the sticky handprints I left on the mirror. Suddenly, Ava’s hands loosen from around my waist and her palms slap hard against the marble counter. Her whole lower half begins to rise. Her long legs tie around Shay’s waist and the red pumps twist into a perfect bow behind Shay’s back. Shay’s biceps flex and her whole body glistens as she goes into overdrive with Ava suspended in midair. Sweat gathers on her forehead and a little pool of sweat starts to form at her clavicle and dribbles down to her chest.
Seeing Ava’s ass jiggle with each stroke Shay throws at her is enough to push me over the edge. I guess Shay feels the same way ’cause she pops Ava’s ass over and over again until an apple red handprint lingers on Ava’s ass cheek. I can tell Shay is about to cum. She sucks her breath in through her teeth and low guttural moans escape her throat. She yanks off her strap, unlatches Ava’s grip, snatches her around, and pushes h
er down into her now exposed crotch. She turns slightly and slips her fingers into my slickness just the way I like it and, to send me over the edge, she uses her thumb to fondle my clit.
Ava’s tongue and my velvety smoothness make Shay cum hard and low. She pulls Ava up and kisses both our juices off her lips. Ava stands in front of me masturbating while Shay stands behind her, kissing her neck and still stroking me. I’m ready to explode as I watch Ava’s body flush and her face contort in sexual delight.
She leans over to my ear and whispers, “You ready to see how sexy I can really get?”
What the fuck, is she ’bout to bring out her bag now?
Ava lifts her leg up to the sink and I get an eagle’s eyeful of her dripping wet pinkness. She leans back and announces that she is cumming and, at that moment, a stream of hot liquid arcs into the air and lands on my thigh. Did this bitch just nut on me like a nigga!?! Did I just like it? I must have because, at the same time, I bust the biggest nut I’ve ever had in my life!
We gather ourselves and exchange glances across the room. Before I leave I slip my number into Ava’s pocket. I walk back to the dance floor, where Trina and Diamond spot me and immediately begin interrogating me.
“We’ve been looking all over for you! Where the fuck have you been?!”
I think back to what just happened and all I can say is, “Nuttin’,” and start busting up laughing.
Once again they look at me like I’ve lost my mind. I just brush them heifers off and head over to the dance floor.
Hard Times
Lynn Lake
He gunned the car, tearing down the back road, stirring up a trail of thick dust that hung heavy in the breathless air. The temperature was a hundred and ten degrees, and the flat, barren land all around offered not a bit of shade. Soon, the engine of the ’32 coupe gulped, and the car shuddered, steam billowing out from under the hood.
He nursed the overheated Ford to within a couple hundred yards of a dirt drive that led up to a small, white farmhouse, and then the vehicle expired with a final hiss of steam. Ted Stevens stepped out of the car into the searing sun. He pushed his straw hat back and mopped his face with a handkerchief. Then he set his hat and tie on straight and strode down the road and into the driveway of the farmhouse.
From behind the faded chintz curtains in the parlor, Ruby Garner watched the tall, lean man walk up onto the porch of her house. He had a rugged, handsome face, brown eyes and broad shoulders, wiry black hair peeking out from under his hat. Despite the stifling heat, she shivered when he knocked on the screen door.
“Hello, ma’am,” Ted said, smiling and doffing his hat. “I’ve had some car trouble.” He pointed up the road at the black vehicle baking under the hot summer sun. “I wonder if I might trouble you for some water for my radiator?”
She gazed at him through the flimsy screen, her hazel eyes narrowed. “You best let it cool down some, first. Why don’t you come inside, have a glass of lemonade?”
“Why, thank you, ma’am! That would be fine. Sure is hot out.”
He sat at the kitchen table, tall and straight, while she poured cool lemonade from a pitcher into a glass, set the glass down in front of him. She was wearing a plain white cotton dress, thin from washing, hugging to the curves of her dark body, and she could feel his glittering eyes appraising her.
He took a deep gulp of the lemonade. “Will you join me, ma’am?”
She held the pitcher against her stomach, the iced glass cooling her not a bit. “You just out for a drive?”
He laughed, staring at her rising and falling breasts pressing against the front of her dress. “No, ma’am. I’m out on business. I’m a crop adjuster for a large insurance concern.”
He was wearing a brown pinstriped suit and white shirt, brown tie and shoes. He looked like he had a steady job. “Not much crop of any kind around here, these days,” Ruby said, drawing a little closer. The man’s musky cologne filled the stuffy kitchen. “Hasn’t been since thirty-one.”
“Times are tough.” He nodded solemnly, glancing up, noticing how the woman’s eyes were shining now. He took another swallow of lemonade, his Adam’s apple bobbing powerfully. “Your, uh, husband is out in the fields?”
She wet her full lips with the tip of her pink tongue. “He’s off on . . . business, himself. Has been for a while.”
“Oh? Must get mighty lonely here all by yourself.”
She stared at his deep-brown face, the sheen of perspiration on his broad forehead, his long, strong fingers gripping the glass and the table. It was lonely, had been for too long with no man around. Her young body swayed, her pretty face flushing. It was so very hot, the man so very close.
She crashed the pitcher of lemonade down on the table.