Shattering the Myth

  The three of us sat around the juke joint for an hour or so, chitchatting and dancing whenever the DJ decided to take a walk on the wild side and step into the ’90s with some hip-hop. We were all drinking beer out the ass and lost count on how many we guzzled down. It was hot as all hell in there. Peeps really started crowding in there about midnight, until we were cramped in there like a can of sardines.

  We were chillin’ at the table we had managed to scramble for over in a dark corner, watching and ogling at several couples slow-dragging off some Marvin Gaye. By that time, we were all feeling good and horny. I was sitting between the two of them. Tom leaned over and yelled in my ear. I could hear him over all the music, “Is your pussy sweet?” I looked him in the eyes and asked him, “Do you wanna find out?”

  He took me totally off guard by reaching underneath the tablecloth and pulling my legs open. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Yeah, let me find out right now!” He managed to get a finger into the side of my shorts, which wasn’t easy considering how tight they were, and fingered my pussy with it. Then he took his finger out and licked it dry. I was in shock, but turned on at the same time. Tom yelled in my ear, “Ummm, you are sweet! But I want to suck on the whole thing! Can I?”

  I said, “Sure!” He started fingering me again and sucking on my earlobe. About that time, William, who had been watching the action on the dance floor, turned his attention toward us and noticed what was going on. He saw Tom’s hand between my legs and then saw him pull his finger out and suck on it again. William and Tom looked at each other for a brief second. I guess they must’ve had a secret body language thing going on, because William decided to take his turn without even asking. He fingered me and tasted me too.

  This went on for a good ten, fifteen minutes. We were getting out of hand and beginning to draw attention. They were both sucking on my ears, one on each side, and fondling my breasts and my pussy and all that. We decided to bounce up out of there.

  I left my car at the juke joint and rode with them, sitting in the backseat with Tom while William drove us back to his apartment. Tom and I tongue-kissed, and he sucked my breasts on the way there. My nipples could have cut diamonds, they were so hard. By the time we pulled up to William’s crib, I had Tom’s dick down my throat. We stayed in the car until I was finished sucking him off and he came down my throat.

  We went inside William’s apartment, which is laid out nicely. He has a cozy little one-bedroom about ten minutes from my place. Of course, in a small town, no one and nothing is more than fifteen minutes away. It’s just as easy to drive around town and pay your water, electric, phone, and cable bills as it is to mail them.

  William took me to bed first. I guess he won that honor by default, since it was his place, and since Tom already got a jump start with the blow job in the car. There was no need for a bunch of words. We all knew the dilly and why I was there. Besides, like I said before, I have no time for the love and relationship part. I prefer to get straight down to fucking. So we did.

  William was a pretty good lover, as good as a man can be when he’s drunk. When he kissed me, I noticed that his tongue texture was rough, like he’d burned it recently or something. Everything happened kind of fast, going from the kisses to the nipple sucking to him eating me out for a few. He didn’t ask me to suck his dick. He opted to go ahead and stick it in. His fucking technique was okay, but he came way too quickly. I was thinking to myself, “Dayum, yet another two-minute brother!”

  Tom, on the other hand, was a great lover. William got up and went in the living room while Tom came in the bedroom, already butt-naked, and worked his way backward from his cousin, spreading my legs wide open without uttering a word and proceeding to suck my pussy good, and for a long time, too. Then he feasted on my nipples, one at a time, sucking on them like a newborn baby. He kissed me with the taste of my pussy on his mouth. He was a much better kisser than his cousin. His tongue was soft and thick, and I enjoyed it very much.

  Tom did the daddy longstroke on my pussy, grinding his dick into me nice and slow. He lasted much longer. He was far from a two-minute brother, and he hit it from all sides: the front, the back, and with me lying on my side. But, he really tore my pussy up when he fucked me doggy-style. He grabbed my ass cheeks with a kung fu grip and tore it up just the way I like it. That shit makes me cum so hard. Ummmm, if I was gonna ever take on a long-term lover, Tom would’ve been the one. Unfortunately, I knew that was out the fucking question, since he was only here for the weekend. I decided to just enjoy him while he was here.

  Tom and I fucked and sucked on each other for hours. William’s sorry ass must’ve gone out in the living room and passed out on the couch, drunk. He didn’t reappear until almost sunrise. Like most men, he woke up with a hard-on and came back for some more.

  I decided it was time for the grand finale and told them I wanted them to both fuck me at the same time. Why have two dicks if you’re not going to use them both simultaneously? I straddled over William’s hips, sat down on his dick, and began to ride it, squeezing my pussy muscles on it as I went up and down on it slowly. Tom started fingering my ass. I could feel a little cum trickling down the inside of my thighs.

  He stuck two fingers in my ass and then pushed my back down so my stomach was lying flat on William’s chest and I began to kiss him. I could feel the head of Tom’s dick rubbing up against my asshole, and then he slowly started to put it in. The anticipation was killing me, I wanted a dick in my ass so bad. I didn’t have to wait much longer, ’cause he stuck that bad boy up in my ass and went to work on it. William must have got his second wind, because his dick stayed hard a long time that go-round. I guess most men are like that, the second nut taking longer to achieve than the first. All I can say is that I had both their dicks in me long enough for my cum to be all over the fucking place. That’s one thing I love about being a multiorgasmic woman. The cum never ends, and it’s so physically gratifying.

  We all fell asleep in the bed together for a few hours. After we woke up, we took a shower together and ate each other for breakfast. First they put me on the kitchen table and took turns eating me out, pouring honey and syrup on my pussy and ass. It was wild. I had them both stand in front of me and alternated between sucking their dicks, holding onto both of them at the same time and going from dick to dick until I had a hellava rhythm working. I got bold and decided to put both the heads into my mouth at once. I suckled on them bad boys with a vengeance. My mouth was sore as shit, but it was worth it when they both came in my mouth at the same time.

  William took me back to the juke joint to get my car and then asked for my phone number. I told him I’d take his instead, knowing good and dayum well my ass would never call him. Now, if it was Tom’s number, that would have been a totally different story. My little escapade ended right there. I know it’s inevitable that I’ll run into William again at the club or on the street or in a store. That’s how small towns are. But, as far as I’m concerned, our friendship, if you can call it that, began and ended that same night. Easy come, easy go!

  The Voyeur

  Six months, that’s how long I watched him. Six whole months. Ever since my sister gave me a telescope for my birthday, I had been watching him from across the avenue. I have been living in my apartment for three years. Until six months ago, I never knew he existed.

  We both live on the ninth floor of our respective buildings. I have no idea how long he has lived in his building. That’s not surprising, since I don’t even know his name. None of that matters much because he and I can never be together. At least, not in a real relationship. My husband would never allow it.

  Yes, I am married, and have been for five years. Leonard and I moved here to Chicago from New York City when his brokerage firm relocated him. I am a branch manager at a bank. We are very well off, and he takes great care of me, spoils me even.

  Which is why the surprise party he gave me for my thirtieth birthday wasn’t much of a surprise at all. However, I wasn’t
expecting my baby sister, Brianna, to fly in from college in Connecticut. I was overwhelmed that Leonard was thoughtful enough to purchase her plane ticket.

  So there we were, surrounded by about forty friends, feasting on the buffet prepared by the caterer my husband hired for the event and sipping on champagne out of fine crystal goblets, when my adventure started.

  I was opening my presents, and most of them were way too extravagant to ever actually use. I came to a long box wrapped in gold paper with a huge red bow. After reading the card, I realized it was from Brianna. I opened it and was tickled pink to discover a large telescope inside. I gave her a huge embrace and kiss on the cheek. The gift was very special to me, not only because it was from my sister, but because I had wanted a telescope ever since I was a little girl. As I grew older, I felt it was kind of silly to go out and purchase one. I was thrilled and utterly delighted to receive one as a gift.

  One of Leonard’s associates from the firm set the telescope up by the balcony doors while the party was still going on. Several of us took turns looking up at the stars.

  All the guests finally cleared out about two. The caterer and his staff cleaned up and cleared out about half an hour later. Brianna went straight to bed in the guest bedroom, still suffering from a bit of jet lag. Leonard carried me to our bedroom, where he made love to me on crisp white sheets covered with rose petals.

  After all the excitement and the lovemaking, I should have been exhausted, but I couldn’t fall asleep for anything. I left Leonard fast asleep and decided to finish a bottle of opened Moët and look at the stars some more through my favorite new possession. It was almost five.

  I am not sure what drew my attention to his bedroom window. Maybe it was the fact not many people had lights on in their apartments at that time of the morning. However, it was more likely the fact that he was directly across from me, fucking the hell out this sista.

  I know I should have pointed the telescope elsewhere or, better yet, gone back in the bedroom and fallen asleep in my husband’s arms. I couldn’t do that, because I was enthralled by the way he was fucking her.

  At first, I couldn’t see his face because it was buried in between her breasts. I remember thinking that she had the biggest breasts I had ever seen. She had to be sporting at least a DDD bra, putting my little B-cup tits to shame.

  As for him, he had the most scrumptious ass. I zoomed in on his ass so I could see the muscles contracting while he pumped his dick in and out her pussy. My own pussy was so wet. I started fingering it with one hand while I used the other one to keep the telescope steady.

  When he came, so did I. It looked like he was having convulsions. I was so turned on. Cum exploded from me, down the center of my thighs, and onto the carpet. I hurried to the hallway bathroom to get a soapy towel to blot it up with. I looked back through the telescope when I was done. They were both lying there, fast asleep.

  I was halfway disappointed and then ashamed. What had I done? I felt like such a peeping tom. I went back to bed and fell into a deep sleep, rehashing what I had just witnessed in my dreams.

  Ashamed or not, I started watching him every chance I got, day or night. Anytime when Leonard wasn’t home. I was totally mesmerized by him, because he was so intriguing. It wasn’t that he was so much fine as he was sexy. Sexiness is the way a man carries himself, the energy and charisma that exudes from him. He was about five-foot-nine, light-skinned, with dark brown eyes and wavy black hair. He had a stocky build.

  Roscoe, on the other hand, has always been beautiful to me. That is the pet name I gave his dick. It was long, thick and smooth. I watched Roscoe tear up some pussy during those six months. I even watched him tear up some ass from time to time. I watched Roscoe being sucked and caressed and licked all over. That Roscoe had some serious staying power. He never seemed to lie down for long.

  Roscoe’s owner was heavily dating two women, the one with the big tits and another woman who was more on the petite side, like myself. I watched him parade them in and out of his place on a regular basis. He was a typical bachelor.

  My desire for him grew stronger as each day went by, my pussy juices flowing for a man who knew absolutely nothing about me. I withdrew from Leonard sexually a little bit. Not because he did anything wrong, but because I craved for this stranger in the worst way. This continued for six whole months, and then fate intervened.

  I stayed late at the bank one night for a meeting. I was about to make the right turn into the underground garage of my building when I saw him approaching from the opposite direction in a black Lexus coupe. He turned into the garage of his building across the street. In that one split second, any fear and apprehension I had disappeared, and body heat took over. I cut across three lanes of traffic, almost getting sideswiped by a truck, and entered into his garage. My front wheels hit the speed bump at the entrance too fast and made me bounce up out of my seat.

  After finding a visitor’s spot, I jumped out of my car and walked hastily through the parking lot, looking for his car. I found it empty, three rows over. I anxiously walked toward the elevator and got there just as the doors were closing. I thought to myself that it was a sign to take my ass home, but while my mind was telling me no, my pussy was telling me yes. I pushed the button for the elevator and waited for it to come back down, looking up and watching the lights for the individual floors go on and off as if that would make it get there any faster.

  When I got off the elevator on the ninth floor, I heard a door shut and headed in the direction from whence it came. I managed to figure out which door was his quite easily. I had watched his ass enough. But once I discovered he lived in apartment #913, I was a nervous wreck all of a sudden. I heard some jazz music come on from inside and leaned against the door, breathing heavy and rubbing my fingertips up and down the cool exterior. I was startled by some voices coming down the hall from the direction of the elevator. I started walking up and down the hallway, pretending like I was trying to locate a particular apartment. There was an older couple carrying their groceries in and chatting about their day.

  They went into their apartment about six doors down and across the hall from his. At that point, I knew that I was being totally ridiculous. There I stood, a happily married woman, lurking outside a stranger’s apartment. I decided to get the hell out of there, go home, cook dinner, and fuck the living daylights out of my husband. I pushed the button for the elevator, got on it when it arrived, and pushed the button for the garage level. But as the doors were closing, I reached my hand out to block them from shutting completely and stood there dazed and confused.

  I wanted him, I really did. It was then or never; in a million years, I wouldn’t have the nerve to do that shit again. I marched straight down the hallway to his door and knocked. The music was still on, so I knocked harder, practically banging on the door. I heard the music being turned down and a man’s voice saying, “Who’s there?”

  I froze. That was my first encounter with his voice, and I realized I was really doing something crazy. Yet it was sexy and uninhibited and erotic, and I needed some real excitement in my life.

  When he opened the door, he was wearing nothing but a robe, and he was wet. Obviously, he had just gotten out of the shower. I must have been out in the hallway longer than I thought if he had time to take a shower. There I was, standing five-two with a bronze complexion and long, jet-black hair in a white blouse, navy skirt, and navy leather shoes.

  Before he could ask who I was or what I wanted, I put my index finger up to his lips and stepped into his living room. I moved my finger down from his lips, over his chin, down his chest and stomach to where his robe was tied and yanked it open, exposing Roscoe.

  I dropped to my knees, took his nuts in my hand, and kissed the base of his dick. I couldn’t believe I was doing that shit, not me, but it felt so good. I took the head of his dick into my mouth. It was so warm, and I enjoyed taking him to the point of no return. I sucked some mad dick that night and sucked it good. His knees weaken
ed, causing him to fall to the floor. I never missed a beat. I kept holding onto Roscoe and sucking for dear life. He was still on the floor when he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, lapping up any I may have missed the first go-round off his thighs.

  I pushed my skirt up around my waist and straddled his body. I told him to rip my panties off, which he did, leaving only my thigh-high stockings and garter belt on my bottom. I let Roscoe slide into my wet pussy. I began to squeeze my pussy muscles onto him and dug my fingernails into his bare chest. We both moaned loudly, and I came for the first time.

  Then I told him I wanted him to hit it from the back. I got up and bent over the back of his sofa. He got up from the floor and lifted my ass up so he could get to the pussy, making my feet dangle about five inches from the floor. There I was, bent over his sofa, letting Roscoe tear my pussy up from behind. He started fingering my ass, and I came again.

  I guess he could tell that I was a three-input woman by my reaction to the fingers in my ass. So he did what came naturally, pulled Roscoe out my pussy, and slowly let him enter my ass. He fucked my ass royally and came so hard in it, I was on fire.

  As I went to leave, he asked for my name, and I told him, “You don’t need to know that!” Then he asked if he would ever see me again, and I didn’t respond. I left my ripped panties there in the middle of his living room floor and left.

  I went home, packed up my telescope, and put it in the hall closet on the top shelf. When Leonard asked me why I had taken it down, I told him that the thrill was gone, just like a kid who gets sick of a particular video game after a while. The truth of the matter was, I realized what was done was done, and that it could never happen again. So I have moved on with my life, and as far as I am concerned, both he and Roscoe ceased to exist that night.