The Pussy Drought: Volume 1 - Finger Fucking in the Dark

I've fucked ALOT of women. Or at least I think so, as compared to how many men I've fucked. I'm no Don Juan to the ladies but something about my very nature encourages women to open up to me about their sexual desires, interests, mishaps and what-have-you. I always attributed it to my insane sense of loyalty to many of my female friends. Any of my girls know that I'm that girl in the crew that's really got everyone's back when the shit hits the fan. I'm the last-in the club and last-out the club type chick, making sure everyone is good before we bounce. I'm like a FBI agent, surveying the spot for any deviants or haters, both of which should be on the America's Most Wanted list. I always have a fabulous time (busters or not)and I look fabulous doing it.
Most women love me or hate me. I think I like it that way. See, I started my love affair with pussy a loooong time ago. So, those who love me...well, let's just say I could appreciate this gift with girls as early as 9 years old.

In fifth grade, Melanie was the cutest girl in the world to me. She had this beautiful honey brown skin and her hair was almost always done cute. Her older sister used to think she was all-that. hmmph. I mean she was def cute, but Melanie was like waaaay better. She had the biggest bootie in the class. I loved watching her walk away from me with the plaid from her skirt bouncing from her booty jiggles. She also had what I now know as luscious "dick sucking" lips which she plastered with lipgloss daily. Come to think of it, I remember plenty of times feeling tingly as I watched her suck her thumb. That's actually how we became friends--we both still had issues quitting the thumb sucking.

And, Mels was definitely one of my best, most favorite friends. We jumped rope together. She let me do her hair. We always asked to go to the bathroom together. We used to switch uniforms sometimes (still not sure why lol). We started the whole "Cool" for girls to sit on girls laps thing at our school. But all the while, we had not done anything remotely sexual with each other. Randomly one day standing around after cheerleading practice, my life changed.

In the bathroom checking out what our uniforms would look like for next week's game--we're both being silly posing, doing fake steps in adjacent mirrors. I turned to her and giggled, "oooooh Melanie look at all that booty hanging out", simultaneously poking her ass softly. "You betta quit D! Plus look at all of this", Mel yelled back as she quickly brushed her hand across my "ample" size B cups. Wow she had grabbed me back! I just poked her and she kinda grabbed me. So the next time I lightly gripped under her ass with my hand and made reference to her big booty again. Next she's attacking me in groping tickles. We start tickling each other but it definitely feels more like copping feels. Our giggles are echoing through the entire bathroom and empty gym I'm sure. We're going on for a while, rolling along the wall. She's in control. Then I'm in control.

We keep our faces close together--her cheek on mine. She tickles me by softly grabbing my tit. I laugh to keep up pretenses. I tickle her by playing along her butt crack. She laughes as well. Finally, a truce...but I get the last feel with a finger that grazes the inside of her ass. We paused for a long, awkward time with no laughter. We kinda just stared at each other. Just as I was about to tell her it was prolly time for me to go home, she said calmly, "I'll show you my booty, if you show me your titties." WTF? Wait...What? YES!!! "Aight--well let's hurry up", I say tentatively.

So of course bossy ass Mel was gonna try to force me to go first. But I wasn't having it! Nah! We had to draw on that one. I won the quick draw so SHE had to go first. We agreed to follow the other person's instructions---so you get to see everything you want to see. With her standing far across from me, I told her to turn around and pull up her skirt first, so I could see her ass in the cheerleading pants aka spanks. She agreed and as soon as her skirt lifted, I felt myself inching forward past the "safe zone". I wanted a closer look goddamit! I told her it would make it easier if I just pulled down her spanks and panties, while she held up the skirt. She agreed. I kneeled down behind her and reached up for her spanks. Words can not even expresss my anticipation at that very moment. I was finally going to see her ass! My heart was in my throat and my hands were super clammy. I remember pulling down her burgandy spanks slowly and seeing the prettiest caramel brown round sticking out the side of her underwear. Her booty got all goosebumpy after the air hit it. I remember thinking her leg looked like a golden original recipe KFC chicken leg. (that now makes sense for obvious reason lol) I instructed her to "go shoulder length" which was cheerleading code for "spread your legs". She never gave me any problems--she just said "ok" and "is that ok?" and I was grateful for her cooperation. I knew her snug-fit, pretty panties with purple and pink flowers would need more room for maneuvering and I didn't want to drop them.

As she stepped out her panties, one by one with each leg, I got a glimpse of her lil space of heaven between her legs. She smelled of baby powder and sweat. She had about the same amount of hair as I did down by her kitty kat. I was literally speechless. My thoughts raced but were abruptedly interrupted---"Um hellloo? What are we supposed to do now?" she says clearly getting annoyed. Truth is I had no idea what we were supposed to do now. So I said the first thing that came to mind----"We can 'DO IT'...if you want to?" And that was all she wrote....

Neither of us really knew what "doing it" was but we were pretty determined to figure it out. We made up our own rules. Melanie wanted it where we didn't do it with anybody else---but I quickly vetoed that. Doing it in our world was finger-fucking in the dark. Wet kisses in the bathroom stalls. We started off quite sloppy and it always seemed a pain to only get to do it once in a while after cheerleading practice. By 7th grade, although we were in different schools, we were covert finger fucking pros.

Away at camps and trips, counselors spent most of their time trying to keep the girls away from the boys. This sucked for Melanie, cause she was always in and out with this fool, Charles. He had a nasty mouth but he was cute though. I knew he was doing it to her to on the DL. Shoot by 7th grade, there was a group of 5 or 6 girls doing it with each other. We all participated in the same after-school activities, and had previously been classmates before I moved to the manhattan prep school. On our trips, we would run an entire bunk and everyone was sworn to secrecy or risk getting yo azz beat! We'd always pair up before the trip but knew everyone was fair game. Mel was always my bus ride partner. We always wore skirts and scoped out seats near the back. We would finger each other on every single bus trip. Whoeever was getting fingered would be on the inside seat. The outside person would pretend to be laying/sleeping on the other person---while nibbling a nipple inconspicously and finger fucking under a large warm blanket.

I really liked when she touched me but I loved fingering her. She used to like to pretend she was sleeping also but underneath the blanket she'd be spread so wide to me, with gushs of wetnesses and her pussy muscles contracting on my pace. Overnight trips were the best because I got to play with her pussy for as long as I wanted. Her kitty was always moist and her clit felt juicy between my forefinger and thumb. At night when the bus was pitch black, she'd whisper "Do it fast, but cover my mouth". I loved this part. I'd sit up slowly and look around to make sure no one was facing our direction. I would slide her ass down to the edge of the seat and drape her right leg over both my legs. She was practically on my lap. Her left leg stood up on the radiator on the side of the bus with both of us sufficiently covered by the blanket. Being in the back of the bus, we had a little leeway with sound but we were always super careful---that's why she insisted that I cover her mouth. She was always worried about getting caught. I liked teasing her with my middle finger, sliding up and down her pussy lips. I could always tell she was getting impatient, cause she would inch her pussy closer to my hand, hoping to get lucky with a quick dip inside. I pressed my left hand hard against her mouth and face. She wrapped her hands around mine for extra support. I took a deep breath, braced myself and dove straight into her treasure chest.

Starting very slowly, I'd work my finger around her smooth wet walls. Twirling my finger, working it in and out slowly. Every once in a while I'd quickly slide my finger up to her clit and use my thumb to squeeze it. She squeezed my hands tighter. I was always patient and willing to wait until I felt like she was really open---gushing with sweet juices, clit pulsating to a rapid rhthym. Then I'd ball up all but my middle finger and finger fuck her for as fast I could. I was determined to give it to her from every angle. Her slippery wet lips slid past my knuckles. I rotated my hand back and forth while swimming in and out. I worked in different zones enjoying every minute of it. I loved teasing her with fast pumps in and out just at the tip of her lips. She gushed some more for me. I quickly flip my hand to palm side up and use my thumb to wiggle her clit, while still giving it to her. That was my favorite. I kept a fluid, trance-like motion and I can remember thinking, gosh my mouth is open and tongue is out---thank god she can't see me. lol. My own kitty is meowing, clit tingling in excitement. I guess I'd stop when I knew she couldn't take anymore or someone in the bus coughed. I always gave her clit a few minutes of extra playtime as I pinched lightly, pulled and wiggled. Eventually, we'd both fall asleep. On a few occasions I did fall asleep with my finger in her pussy, thumb on her clit. Regardless, the next day I had my own reminder of our secret - her scent right on my finger, which I sniffed long, hard and frequently. I was an addict.

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So you see, I've had this relationship with pussy going on for a looooong time. Of course I would admit it has evolved tremendously. Still, no one could have ever told me back in the day that I would experience nearly a year long pussy drought! Now that I'm enduring that space, I really don't know what to think. I'm trying to make heads and tails of it, truly scratching my head. How am I feeling? Hmm How....am....I...feeling? I guess I feel frustrated and pissed but confused as hell. I mean, is this just supposed to be the pussy-less era? When do I get that impulse back?


Kudos to my boyfriend, who has obviously put it down enough for this drought to have occurred. I have never been in a relationship with a man before and not had sexual encounters (with or without his knowledge) with another woman. So I guess from one angle, this could be seen as a triumph for my heterosexual relationships. But I think I'd feel like that was less bullshit if I didn't fantasize about women all the time. Cleary, as wonderful as sex is with my boyfriend, there are just some things he can't possiby provide. Although on some nights, if I'm faded enough and he's being really quick and gentle, I can definitely hallucinate about a second girl involved.

Granted, my life is very different today than even a year ago. I'm not galavanting around NYC in stilettos rendezvous-ing with other hot girls in stilettos. Damn those were the days. These days I'm out in west bum fuck, NJ, with nary a fabulous weave around. But I've dealt with worse and have still found jump-offs. So I keep thinking these are all excuses. There are definitely some cute girls at my school at least. Ok, yes some are just way too young, 18/19---and others are not my type, despite being cute. But, it didn't take long for my school crew to get comfortable talking about sexuality & interests. I'm pretty confident that one drunk night with either of my homegirls---the drought is probably over. So why haven't I made a move? So why let the blasphemy continue? Is it a drought or have I just gone on strike. Or am I fasting for a specific future meal?

After a 22-year affair with pussy, best believe I need to figure this out. Tonight I learned that I was clearly born with the desire to lust after and love women. All of my naughty thoughts were from my own limited frame of reference. There were no outside influences initially. Finger fucking was our secret born out of simple attraction and curiousity. I never spoke about it with anyone---not until well into my 20s. Truthfully, I didn't speak about it much with any of the girls that participated. I feared that they would be able to tell just how much I liked it---and I wasn't supposed to like it THAT much. lol

This is my journey to find an answer. Maybe there is something in the past or the future that explains this sudden shift. Late night reminscing and fantasizing, I'm bound to come across something...

Has the core of your sex life suddenly changed and you're hardpressed to figure out why? What would you do to get to an answer?

Log in for The Pussy Drought: Volume 2!

Group Post: I Got Fu-uh-uh-ucked!

My boyfriend is the naughtiest dude I know!! YES and I love it. He's like my very own porno star. Any chance he gets to walk around with his shlong swinging and poking everywhere half hard---he will take it. He masterbates before and after sex! I think we're done and I'm dozing off. And 5 mins later I turn around and catch him tickling his own balls with any make-shift item that he can find---including, a twizzler! Those are times I love him the most because he can be even more of a sexual deviant than I am. Now this man has a beauuuutiful penis....as far as penises go (all know I still prefer the look of pussy above all). However, i can appreciate a good looking dick. And if I believed there was a special far off place that made dicks and pussies in pairs---where one dick would be made just special for one pussy---kinda like a lock & key...well, if I believe in that place, I'd believe his dick was my one and only key. He can open me up anytime....any place...any position...all the time.

So it's been 21 days, 8 hours, 15 mins and 12 seconds since I last had sex with this man. Sure, I've been in a pussy drought but NO sex at all was about to have me propel myself off a large building! He said he would be here on Friday night and I just thanked God it was already Friday morning. Whew I made it! just a few more hours and I'd be waking up the neighbors. From our convos the previous night, I could already tell he was pressed to get some lovin'. And I was definitely happy to oblige. Your girl was so horny, I spent nearly the whole day surfing my favorite online toy shops. I even watched a few frames of girl-on-girl porno and jacked myself off. I love Fridays for this very reason. My work is usually done---and I can play allllllll day! Not today though. Boo. Shit. Already time to pick up my son from school and drop him by a relative's for the weekend. Playtime is over and it's time to get in gear for tonight. I need my house to be cleaned, food cooked etc. But I already know I'm not going to have enough time. I shoot him a quick text:

Me: Ok, so my house is dirty. I will need some time to clean my bedroom.
Him: Sry. U gettin fucked in a dirty house. U'll worry bout cleanin in the mornin.

Ooooooh YES! I'm gonna get fu-uh-uh-ucked tonight!
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Lounging in my fav purple spaghetti-strapped nightie, the clock tells me this dude is late....and I coulda cleaned up a bit more. Now I'm building tension. I decide to smoke a L and relax with my hot pink butterfly vibrator. Hmmmm Fresh Batteries! My latest fantasy of my boyfriend getting sucked off by another girl fill my thoughts. My eyes roll back and I can feel myself drifting off into a smooth and yummy orgasm. There I am legs spread, back arched.....I guess I got so lost, I didn't hear him come in.


His mouth and tongue, cold on my clit, make me gasp out of excitement and sheer fear. WTF? Where did he come from? I knew it was him because his hands were fahreezing. Normally, this would cause me to run screaming from the room. But instead, I suffer through the pain. Not that I would have been able to move anyway--he has me anchored down with my legs pinned open. And I'm definitely not in the mood for a struggle. His tongue is warmer as he is sucking softly on my clit. I lean into my stretch and push my pussy closer to him. His pressure gets harder as he alternates from sucking and tongue flicking. I can feel my being leave my body for a second----floating on my high and a feeling of ecstasy. I let out a breathy "Yeah baby.....yeah baby.....yeah baby!", each with a higher pitch. He knows he had me on the ropes. I hover above myself in a cloud of deliciousness...I don't want to leave. Just as I'm about to float away.....his chilly fingers squeeze both my nipples firmly and I get thrusted back into my body. Hit the bed with a wham----reach for the heavens and yell "YEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!"

I....Can't.....Breathe..... whoa a FULL sample of his dick in my wet pussy------deep breath in and moan it on out. It's like his dick has GPS on my spot. Gotcha bitch! I look up and finally see his face. This dude is fully clothed, I mean coat and hat with dick hanging out the zipper of his jeans. He didn't even bother to take his shoes off (I gotta remember to yell at him about that one some other time lol). He gives me three or four great humps each with his sly grin showing just how much he loves to fuck. yes. Yes! YES!! Then pauses for dramatics and to let me know just how much he missed my pussy. His face says it all as he slowly backs out of my pussy. Ok So nevermind the shooooooes, I'm thinking. With throbbing and pulsating solid as a rock dick, he moves fairly slowly and deliberately-- showing excellent restraint biting his lip in concentration. And its juuuuuust what my pussy needed. She wanted to be stroked and caressed deeply. I could feel every inch of him. And the cool metal from the zipper on my clit make my legs shake eveytime he is fully in.

Like a pro, he smoothly slides his dick in deeeeep with looong strokes. His eyes are fixated on watching my pussy inhale every inch of his dick He slowly works my nightgown straps down off my shoulders, sliding them down my arms as far as they can go. He rubs his nose and lips over the outline of my nipple through the gown. He stops mid stroke and works just that level of my pussy, teasing my nipples with hands running up and down my body. He skillfully maneuvers my breasts from beneath my night gown, exposing my big brown nipples to the air. He's like the master of my body. I cum on his command. Working me over with soft nibbling on my nipples while giving me the full length of his dick. He pauses deep inside and just pulsates lightly. That feels....that feels ooooooh cha ching, my lock just opened! My inner pussy muscles clamps down on his dick. He pushes in deeper and holds again. He does his magic on my nipples----left swirl, right, light suck, small pinches and pulls. Oh Damn, my whole body is shaking in anticipation. Just as I'm about to topple over this hill, he quickly flips both of my legs to one side his body. I back down off my climax in anticipation of what is next. He bends his knees, pulls aparts my cheeks and proceeds to get it in. But I only need a few strokes to reach my pinnacle, now as high as a mountain. Fuck the hill. I'm hang-gliding down the steepest and tallest mountain ever. Eeeeeeeeee. Shrieking out of breath. I can't. I can't, muttering like an idiot. His thrusting has calmed and just as I'm gearing for another ride on the moutain...

He flings me into doggie position, pushes my head down toward the pillow, and grabs my waist to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. He begins by spanking my pussy with his pulsating dick. Short, upward flicks on my lips. The tap tap tap on my clit has my pussy drooling for more dick. But I know he isnt going to give it to me until he had his sufficient play time. He slides his dick in between my ass cheeks as I jiggle them for his viewing pleasure. He thanks me with a fresh slap to the right cheek. I moan in pleasure. Then he turns up the butterfly a notch and adjusts its location by pulling the straps across into my ass. Hmmmm I totally forgot I was wearing it. Thanks babe. I was itching to lick my cum off his still throbbing dick. So I angle myself accordingly and grab his belt to pull him closer to me. In one swallow, I take him in and my sugary cream makes his dick taste super sweet.
He gasps and smacks my ass harder. I wiggle my ass begging for more. Cause I'm a dirty freak who likes to get spanked while she devours dick lol. He uses one hand to spank me and the other hand to gently caress my head while I deepthroat his dick. I love this dichotomy. I love the hard and the soft and he is masterful at this. The gentle pets on my head are so soothing, they make me fall deeper into my dick sucking zone. I'm like a baby nursing on a bottle---which of course is fitting since I do call him "Daddy". WHAM! The ass smack keeps me on my shit though. I can go for as long as he can take it. Face fucking at its best. The tip of his dick tapping my throat. The lovely butterfly buzz massaging my pussy. Every now and then my body shakes as it reaches what feels like is the brink of an orgasm.




I suck harder and deeper, working my tongue up and down his thick shaft. He moans breathy sounds that get louder with each swallow. "Yeah baby" he said, as he lightly rubs my face and under my jaw bone, as if in disbelief of its power. Fucking my face harder, using his left arm to grab my hair as an anchor. I gotta moan with every stroke. He slides his sweaty hands towards my ass---lightly spanking each cheek before using his fingers to slowly swipe down the middle of my cheeks. He rubs my hole ever so lightly and now I'm whimpering and sucking. He uses his finger to spread the wetness from my pussy to my asshole. I suddenly realize I've slowed my suck to match pace with the movement of his fingers. He starts fingering my ass and I can feel the pull of the outer body orgasm. Suddenly sound is gone and I feel like I'm in a tunnel with light at the end. Somehow I believe if I suck harder and buck faster, I'll reach the light. The bed is shaking from my body's continuous rocking. I wrap my arms around his waist, holding on and sucking on for dear life. He could probably withstand the sight of me sucking him off and our matched levels of enjoyment. But the finger in my ass makes him feel like he wants to bust any second. He grabs my hair and head with both hands, three short quick pumps and one long----Just as I was about to float off, I get pulled back in. Just in time to guzzle down his jizzy cum. I finish him off like a pro, a few more sucks to ensure I've got every drop (he nearly drops to his knees with these sucks hmmpph) and a quick wipedown from balls to tip with my tongue (in this case, it was from zipper to tip lol). Whew. I pull off my sweaty night gown. Dayum, a small shutter goes through my body quickly, recalling what just happened.

I got slow fucked. I got face fucked (twice---in both possible ways! I got finger fucked. I got fast fucked. Shit, I even got fucked sideways.

And this was ONLY Round 1 for our weekend stay-cation. No need to get dressed again for at least 48 hrs. After all, I'm dealing with my very own porn star. I help the poor guy to a seat on the other side of the bed. He's recovering from electrocution (as he would say) and I gotta help him out of his coat and clothes. He's sweaty and hot, lightly kissing my shoulder blade as I work off his boots. Sure enough, by the time I reach his boxers----he's ready for Round 2.


What was the longest marathon fucking session you've ever been a part of?

[Sidebar: I got fucked twice while writing this piece. My boyfriend thought it necessary to help me enhance the story with vivid imagery by providing me with the necessary inspiration. That all being said my pussy is humming and this marathon session has been 56 hrs...and counting. He leaves at 6:30AM.]

Thanks to Kimberly for organizing these group posts every month!

Find out how the others "Got Fucked" with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and Petal, Ronjazz, Hubman, Autumn, , Topaz, Gray, Bri, Adulterous Letch, Britini, Dreamwalker, Spring Flower, They belong to us and Veronica.

HNT: I'm a SLAAAAAVE for Kink!

I'm ba-aaack! Ok..ok, so I haven't been a slave for much other than work and school lately. Yawn. (Even my vibrators have been collecting dust!) But I'm a woman known for my FABULOUS entrances. And what better way to re-enter the group by participating in Half-Naked Thursday! I've missed all my kinky ladies and I am salivating as I catch up on previous posts! Hopefully, my sisters in sex aren't too salty about my MIA status. Can't ya'll see I'm on my knees begging for forgiveness? Who's ready to give me the spanking I deserve? Sheba? Bliss? lol

Happy Half-Nekked Thursday ya'll!!!

Happy HNT! Visit Osbasso and see who else is playing!

But She Says She's Just A Friend...

Technically, I guess I’m LABELED as “bisexual” (whatever that means these days) and I’ve been heavily involved in the LGBTA community since high school. I’m the girl with the gay boyfriend(s) and a self-proclaimed “Fag Hag”. I’m also the girl that loves to be surrounded by beautiful people, specifically beautiful female friends. As such, it’s no surprise that I’ve been sleeping with my female friends since I was sexually active. Not all of them. I usually can tell right away if a friend would be my type or if she’s even remotely interested in swinging that way. I have a habit of usually being “the first encounter” which can be a great thing if the sex is poppin’. Sadly, there’s always the risk of the experience being wack for me because she’s clueless. I guess it’s a risk I have always been willing to take especially in my youth when I was more of a hoelet. In recent years, being into girls has become a lot less taboo and I think that has allowed me to be more open with my friends (old and new) about my sexual interests. It seems to me, I now have a lot more friends that openly like the occasional tussle in the bed with a female companion. Lucky me--talk about friends with benefits :-D. I’ve never had a girlfriend but of course I have my FEW favorites and I’m not shy about letting them know who they are. I also love getting my favorites together for play-dates and try to do so every chance I can. Not necessarily with the intention of having an orgy (though I wouldn't be too upset if it went down)--but all of us chilling always gives me nice, vivid images for my fantasies.


The last few months I’ve been having a recurring dream involving two of my favorites. ----Favorite #1, I like to refer to her as Oshun. She’s the Goddess of Rivers, representing feminine beauty and fertility. In other words, she’s Miss Sex in Heels—always wet and perhaps a bit too fertile for her own liking LMAO. She’s my typical type—chocolate, totally diva-fied minus the diva attitude and every time she enters the room, I swear she’s got her own theme music playing…Usually something Beyonce (at least in my mind lol). Every guy wants to fuck her and most girls are hating on her. She’s the “I could be a video girl but I’m too grown and sexy for that” type of chick. While her body is ridiculousness in my book, her face is angelic. Every time she smiles, I can feel my clit tingle. And we’ve sexed before but my favorite thing about her is whether we are sexin’ or not, it’s always going to be a great time. We have a lot in common –in the bedroom and in the real world and that has translated to a more enhanced friendship that I have come to enjoy and cherish. ------Favorite #2 , I refer to her as Yemanja. She’s the Divine Mother Goddess aka Miss Hot Momma. Aesthetically, she’s also my type – gorgeous, thick in the thighs and chocolate. She’s not really a diva or overtly sexy but I’ve known her long enough to know she’s a freak and a half. She’s the “Fuck you until you pass out and then make you a sammich WITH CHEESE” type chick. Until recently, she would have been put in the category of friends that may not be remotely interested in swinging that way. However, as I look back at our numerous conversations over the years, I keep wondering how we were NOT sleeping together all those years. (According to outside parties that know us both, we act like we are an old married couple.) We haven’t sexed yet, but similar to Miss Sex, we have a lot of things in common. My favorite thing about her is that she knows me better than most and is constantly challenging me to be the best version of myself. Recently, she’s stepped up her bisexy game and I’ve been hollering trying to see what’s up. But she says she’s just a friend...but she says she's just a friend (Oh baby YOU!) Sigh. In reality, I guess I’m ok with that…for now. But seriously, my subconscious is on some whole other shit.

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We’ve been hanging out all day shopping for the club and the bedroom. Finally, we get an opportunity to rest our feet and enjoy a few drinks at a local hot spot. Our conversation is filled with numerous topics, from our kids, to educational woes, to our sexual desires. As we head back to the crib, all of us a bit buzzed but not too scudded, I can feel my sexual senses are heightened. Miss Sex and Hot Momma are engaged in light flirting with each other and with me as usual—a slight touch here, giggles all around at the jokes and cute flicks of our hair. Now I can’t help myself—I’m picturing them both naked and getting a tad too excited for a simple car ride. (yes that’s really all it takes lol). Back at the crib, I decide to make us all drinks and we chill in front of the tv chatting it up about things I can’t remember. I’m too busy watching Miss Sex play with her phone and make faces at the dumb shit some nigga is saying. She smiles and rolls her eyes before picking up her drink for a sip. Just the way she is crossing and uncrossing her legs, I can tell her pussy is getting ripe. Hot Momma is pacing and playing with a strand of her hair while checking in with her beau. He’s obviously saying something hilarious because she’s chuckling it up. I find myself focusing on her lips, tongue and teeth. Every time she giggles, she touches her tongue to her teeth and now I am imagining her tongue on Miss Sex’s clit. Hmmm.

I’m such an instigator, so I suggest we try on the clothes we bought and have a mini fashion show. Drinks are flowing and we’re half naked showcasing our goodies for each other. When we first started the fashion show, changes were happening backstage in the bathroom---now we’re just stripping down in front of each other. Miss Sex needs some help with a zipper and I’m happy to oblige. Standing behind her I know she can feel my erect nipples on her back. She slides her hand down my thigh. I softly kiss her neck and give a sly look at Hot Momma, who can only giggle and say “You guys are too much.” I whisper to Miss Sex that I would love to see her kiss Hot Momma. Without a moment’s thought, Miss Sex has joined Hot Momma on the couch teasing her with soft, wet kisses on her neck and finally on her full lips. I’m itching to join but enjoying myself just watching their interaction. It’s playful and sexy; soft and sensual. They are sitting adjacently--kissing and exploring each other with their hands. I inch slowly towards them, entranced by the fluidity of their mocha bodies and the soft moans coming from both of them. Now I’m at the other end of the couch, watching and playing gently with my clit. Miss Sex has maneuvered Hot Momma’s shirt off of her and begins to softly caress Hot Momma’s beautiful full breasts. Miss Sex smiles with delight. Hot Momma runs her hands through Miss Sex’s long black hair and directs Miss Sex’s lips to her nipples. Miss Sex licks her lips in anticipation and slowly works her tongue around the base of Hot Momma’s nipples. Hot Momma leans her head back in enjoyment and slides further down the seat of the couch. While Miss Sex is suckling, she gets up on her knees placing her chocolate, round ass in my direction. From my view, I can see the lips of her pussy peaking around her thong. I use my hand to explore the smoothness of her ass and thighs, making my way to her swollen clit. She immediately moans at my slight touch. As I slide my fingers down past the limited cloth of the thong, I am pleasantly surprised at how wet and warm her pussy feels on my fingers. I lick my fingers to tease myself with a sample of her sweetness. I don’t want to go there just yet. Instead I am just content with us slowly undressing each other.

We’re all standing naked in the bedroom. Hot Momma gets the fortunate spot of being in between me and Miss Sex. I love my position because I can feel Hot Momma’s ass against my clit which is poking out the lips of my pussy. I can also see Miss Sex’s face as she kisses and teases Hot Momma from the front. I run my hands through Hot Momma’s locs, gripping them with authority but not too aggressively. I gently bite and lick her exposed neck, ear and collarbone. I love the way she smells and how soft her skin is against mine. I use my other hand to slide down her back towards her bootyliciousness down below. My hands move over the front of her thighs and onto Miss Sex’s thighs. I pull Miss Sex closer as I grab her brown round. I can feel that Miss Sex is exploring Hot Momma’s pussy with her fingers---Hot Momma spreads her legs slightly so Miss Sex can explore further. Finally, I get the chance to kiss Hot Momma---she twists her head in my direction and her tongue is soft on my lips. I want to devour her but I am practicing restraint so I can truly enjoy the moment. I run my hand up towards Hot Momma’s breasts and I alternate between gently squeezing Hot Momma’s nipples and Miss Sex’s nipples. Miss Sex takes my fingers into her mouth one by one and I feel like I am on the brink of squirting on the floor. I use the wetness now on my fingers and swirl it around Miss Sex’s nipples. Hot Momma leans down to lick Miss Sex’s nipples. Miss Sex and I share a warm, wet kiss over Hot Momma’s shoulder, as I slide my fingers down the crack of Hot Momma’s ass. I slowly penetrate her juicy pussy with my index finger. She bites her lip and looks back at me in excitement. Her face looks so perfect--I need to get a closer look.


I move around Hot Momma so we all form a tight triangle. I want to watch Miss Sex and Hot Momma kiss. I can barely tell where one face ends and the other one starts—smooth Chocolate velvet skin in motion. Eventually, I add my lips and tongue to the mix---our individual scents are intermingling together adding to the sensuality of the moment. I can smell wet pussy and I'm dying to taste. I make my way down to their touching nipples and begin sucking on both at the same time. I look up to see their beautiful faces looking down at me. I am enjoying watching them skillfully finger each other—the moans are getting louder all around. Soft giggles echo throughout the room as we exchange dirty lines with each other. Licking and playing. Kissing and moaning. Erect nipples and dripping pussies. Too bad the cameras aren't rolling---yet. We decide to take it to the bed....

Stay tuned for part II from my naughty subconscious...

Have you ever fantasized about fucking someone who was "just a friend"?