Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) Page 8

  I pant and scream, nearly out of my mind. My cries of pleasure coming from deep in my throat egg her on, encouraging her to keep stroking my spot.

  “That’s it, Miasha. Give it to me…” She clamps her mouth over my pussy and sucks, her tongue wildly slathering my clit, then dipping into my sea of wetness; the waves splashing over her hand, her fingers, and her mouth.

  “I hope you’ve saved some for us,” a sultry voice says from the opposite side of the room. I crane my neck to glance over at the door to see who us is. But I don’t see anyone. The door is still shut. No one has walked through it.

  But there is another entrance. One in back of us, over in the corner. I assumed it was a door to a closet, but it isn’t.

  “Oh, there’s a whole lot more,” Anya says, looking up from between my thighs, her lips soaked and shiny from my juices, slipping three fingers inside of me, probing my pussy until she finds my spot. I cry out. “And she keeps coming and coming and coming.”

  “Sounds delicious,” the voice says.

  “Yes, it does,” another voice chimes in.

  I don’t see who the other women are until they converge onto the bed, bringing with them vanilla- and peach-scented skins and aroused cunts.

  “Hello, beautiful,” a tall, dark chocolate woman with dark brown eyes, shiny smooth skin, and short, curly hair says. “I’m Isis.” She’s on the left side of me, while her counterpart—a short, thick-hipped, cinnamon-coated woman with small breasts, is on my right.

  “And I’m Jasmine,” she says, leaning forward and wrapping her plump lips around my right nipple. Her tongue swirls over it, causing me to gasp, while Anya goes back to devouring my cunt and Isis lightly tugs my left nipple between her teeth. Both women have a hand between their own spread legs as they suck my breasts, squeeze them, rub my erect nipples against their lips, then stuff each breast back into their mouths and lick while Anya fingers me. Isis and Jasmine both slide two of their wet fingers into my mouth, stretching it open, sharing their tangy juices with me. I lick and suckle and moan as I savor their decadent essence.

  I writhe in ecstasy, the heat of passion boiling through my veins as I reach for Isis and Jasmine, my hands and fingers searching between their legs for warmth and wetness. They both moan when I find it. Spirals of tingling sensation pulse through my cunt, curling, swirling.

  Anya reaches under me, cups my ass and squeezes it, sucking my pussy lips.

  “Mmmph…ohhh, yes…”

  Anya’s tongue finds the center of my ass. She laves it, tongues it. And instantly I become a trembling, whimpering mess of hungry need. And then it is there…her finger. Pressing up against the puckering rim; its tip pushing inward.

  Oh yes!

  My muscles clench, then relax as her finger inches in. She works my asshole, her warm, wet mouth latched onto my clit. It hurt, her finger in my ass, but it also felt good, so very good. I moan, writhing and begging and pleading.

  “Yes, oh, yes…”

  Isis and Jasmine continue ravishing my breasts while I finger their pussies. Anya pushes a second finger in and searing white heat blazes through me. I arch my back. She scissors her fingers, stretching my heated tightness. My hips lift into her thrusting and sucking and tonguing. She finger-fucks me and sucks my clit until I come again and again and again.

  Eventually each woman takes turns eating my cunt, fingering my cunt, lapping my cunt lips, sucking my clit, coating their lips and tongues with my juices as it spills out of my slit.

  “Eat her pussy good, Jasmine,” Anya urges, flicking her tongue over a nipple.

  “Uh, uh, uhhhh…I’m coming…ahhh…”

  “Yeah, come for us, beautiful,” Isis coaxes, pinching my other nipple.

  I buck my hips. Let out a loud, piercing groan.

  “Oh, we’re not finished with you, yet,” Isis says. “Roll over. I want to taste you from the back.”

  Breathlessly, I roll onto my stomach, inch up on my knees. Isis gets in back of me and buries her face in my ass, licking my tiny, tight hole, then snaking her tongue to my pussy lips. Jasmine leans over me and slaps my ass cheeks, then pulls them open. Isis tongues me from ass to cunt, probing, thrusting, licking, teasing, and tasting my juices. Jasmine slips a finger into my ass while Isis replaces her tongue with two of her own fingers, arching them and pressing against my G-spot. She massages the pulsing flesh as Anya dips her head under me and sucks my clit, sending an electrifying jolt through my whole body.

  I moan louder.

  They devour me, seducing me, their gluttonous tongues ravaging every inch of my body, my sticky sex, until I am drifting into sweet, heavenly bliss.

  Four

  Two days later, Celeste and I are back at it again. Her husband of six years, an investment banker, has left for a business trip to Singapore. Although I am still floating—and pleasantly exhilarated—from my time at The Pink Kitty, I am always up for a rendezvous in the sheets with Celeste. She is free to play for the next two weeks. Unfortunately, I only have until Friday evening to indulge my libido however I desire before it’s back to my life and wifely duties as Mrs. Aaron Simmons. Then I will fuck my husband with an urgent need, with reckless abandon, like there’s no tomorrow. Something I happily do.

  Until then…I smile, arousal gnawing in the pit of my belly, feeling Celeste’s gaze on my nakedness. I spread open my legs. Pat my pussy—a welcoming signal for her to taste it. Cover her hot mouth over it, then fuck the cream out of it with her tongue.

  “Come lick my pussy.”

  Celeste gets down on her knees and makes her way over toward me in a seductive crawl. Catlike and sleek, she eases toward me, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth.

  I pull at my nipples. Smack my pussy. Then pull open brown lips to reveal the fleshy pinkness, wet and willing.

  The heat from her mouth tickles my clit as she positions her face between my legs and speaks into my cunt. “Ooooh, I love this pretty pussy.” She inhales it. Breathes in its peachy fragrance. “Mmmm…it smells delicious.”

  She laps it. Her talented tongue gathering the slick cream that begins to seep out, languidly teasing my pussy.

  She kisses it, lightly.

  I toss my head back. Shut my eyes. “Mmmm…stop teasing me.”

  She kisses it again.

  I moan.

  She slides her tongue in. She is French-kissing my pussy, her tongue sweeping the insides of my walls. My muscles clamp shut around her thick tongue. “Oh, yes…mmmm…eat my pussy…yesssss…oooh…mmmm…” I palm the sides of her head and fuck her face. Grind my pussy deep and hard onto her mouth. My breath quickens. I am nearing my first climax. I coax her to swallow up my pussy. “Oooh, yes…like that…mmmm…put it all in your mouth, baby…you want me to cum all in your mouth…?” She latches on, moaning and groaning while sucking and licking and slurping. She eats my pussy with growling enthusiasm. Greedily, shoving and stuffing her tongue chin-deep inside of me. “You love my pussy, huh? You love eating this wet pussy?”

  She grunts, pulling my clit into her mouth.

  A sweet burning heat rips through my inner walls, causing my stomach to tighten. I buck my hips. Pound my pussy up into Celeste’s mouth. “Oh yes, oh yes…I’m commming…oooooh…mmmmm…”

  Celeste removes her mouth and buries three sleek fingers into my cunt, twisting and pumping them rapidly in and out. I yelp. My chest heaves. My clit throbs.

  She keeps fucking me…deep and fast.

  I am surrendering to her, to this…the sensation of being licked and being fingered. Cunningly, fiendishly, Celeste manipulates her fingers to take me to the edge with just the right amount of pressure and movement.

  In and out.

  She smiles triumphantly as she probes and massages me, my body beginning to shudder.

  “Uhhh…mmmm…yes, yes, yes…uhhhh…”

  “That’s it…give me that sweet pussy milk.”

  Her wet thumb glides over my clit.

  I am humping her hand.
/>   “Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh…”

  Fingers become replaced with her tongue, darting frantically in and out, flicking around my center.

  “Ooooh, yessssss…you love the taste of my cum? You want me to nut all in your mouth, all over your tongue?” she groans. “Here it comes…I’m coming…”

  “Yes, baby…give me that sweet, sticky nut…oooh…come for me…”

  Coiling my fingers through her hair, I clamp my thighs around her head and fuck her face, humping and humping and humping.

  Oh, God…I am losing it!

  My legs spread open, again.

  Deliberate fingers—one, two, three, find their way back inside of my wetness.

  The swishing sounds of my cunt become louder than my own breathing.

  And in an explosion of bright lights and wild colors, I come loud and hard. Pussy juice gushing out, like a roaring sea. Celeste keeps working my pussy with her fingers while sucking on my clit. I am still coming. Wild and nasty, soaking her fingers and hand. Winding my hips, pinching my nipples, popping my clit, I urge her to keep it going. Keep stoking the fire burning deep inside of me. Keep skimming over my clit with her thumb. Keep stroking that highly sensitive spongy area nestled in the pit of my pussy.

  “Oh, yesssssss…ooooooooooh…”

  I climax and shudder and cry out. My body jerks. My breath catches in the back of my throat. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I am feeling possessed. I chant and hiss and purr.

  My body tenses, toes curling and fingers clenching in sync with the clutching walls of my pussy as I come so hard I think I’m going to pass out.

  It takes me several minutes to regain my senses. I inhale. Exhale. Steady my breathing.

  Long after the waves of my orgasm have subsided, my juices continue to drip to her fingers. Finally, as Celeste pulls her fingers out of me, my lashes lift to look at her. She sees need and want in my eyes. Her own desires mirrored in the reflection of my own lust.

  I lick my lips, standing up. Warm juices still flowing between my thighs, Celeste grabs me by the hips and parts my legs. She cups my ass as her tongue slithers along the inside of my right thigh, then my left. A soft moan escapes me. Her tongue travels along my skin, lapping away.

  “Come,” I say, pulling her up from her knees. She looks at me. Her eyes dance wickedly behind her smile.

  “What?”

  She shakes her head. “I enjoy your company. And I love eating your pussy. It’s so wet and juicy.”

  “And I enjoy yours,” I reassure her, then smile. She offers me her mouth and her tongue, and I eagerly accept it, kissing her long and hard. “It’s my turn.”

  I tell her I want her to lean over the damask sofa in my sitting room, walking over to my walk-in closet and stepping in. I flip on the light to retrieve one of my many toys. I open one of the bottom drawers of my mahogany wood aisle dresser, pulling out a black leather case. I have an assortment of colorful dildos of all shapes, colors, and sizes neatly tucked inside.

  I grab the pretty pink one, then walk back out into my sitting area. As asked, Celeste is already bent over the sofa, waiting. She cranes her neck, glancing over her shoulder at me. Her eyes catch the dildo in my hand, gleaming with excitement.

  She wants her hole fucked. She wants to be taken from the back. Wants her juicy slit stretched and filled. “Open your legs wider. I want to see all of you.”

  I lick my lips in anticipation.

  Her pussy glistening and open, I reach for her swollen lips and pinch them, then nuzzle my face between her heart-shaped ass, pulling open her cheeks. The dizzying smell of her cunt makes my mouth water. My tongue trails her crack. Her wet pussy calls out to me. It winks at me. Puckers its lips. I blow into it, press my own soft lips to it, then flick my tongue across it. A sweet dew trickles out and clings to the swollen petals of her cunt. It cries out to me. Tells me how hungry it is. How deeply it wants to be fed. I smack it.

  Celeste moans.

  I tightly grip the base of the dildo in my hand—my own pussy wet with need—and push it into the back of her cunt, stroking her silky walls. The pink dick sinks in, deep.

  “Oh, God, yesss…deeper,” Celeste gasps softly. I oblige, giving it to her however she wants it. I push in deeper and the pussy swallows the dildo, squeezing it, milking it, begging for it. She reaches behind her and holds open her ass. She wants me to see her take it all. Her juices swish and splash up against the dildo as I lean forward, my tongue darting fiercely into her asshole. The smell of her ass and pussy hot and intoxicating.

  Soft “ooohs” and “aaaahs” slip from Celeste’s lips with each thrust.

  Her ass shakes and bounces. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Give it to me, baby…”

  I slip my right hand between my own thighs, massage my clit…inch two fingers into my slickness while fucking her with the dildo in my other hand. Celeste groans, pushing back and meeting my hand stroke for stroke, gulping in all ten-inches.

  “Yes! Oh, yesssss! Fuuuuuuuuck meeeeee!”

  Sweat coats Celeste’s face, trickles along the back of her neck, then slides down her arched back. Still fucking her with the dildo, I remove my fingers from my own steamy cunt, then feed them to her. She opens her mouth, hungrily sucking them in until she has sucked away the wet stickiness.

  Celeste pulls at her nipples. Her head tossed back, she calls out to me. “Miasha!”

  I plunge deeper, the pink silicone slipping and sliding and disappearing into her pussy hole. I am pounding away, hard and purposeful. My only response to her cries of ecstasy—more pounding, more thrusting, more bumping her G-spot.

  “Miasha!”

  “Yes,” I finally say against the swish-swish sounds and swelling of her cunt, relentlessly clutching the dildo. She is panting. Her nails dig into the fabric of the sofa.

  “My pussy’s on fire!”

  Her skin is hot. She is overheating with passion. Her cunt is churning slick like melting butter. “Yes, I know. You want me to stop?” I ask, already knowing the answer. She wants it just as much as I want to keep giving it to her.

  “Oh, God, no! Fuck me! Feed my pussy…mmmph…ooooooh…yes, yes, yes…I’m coming…”

  Hot juices drizzle out.

  I rapidly stroke my clit, bringing my own pussy release, wetness pouring over my own hand.

  We are both gasping and moaning, heartbeats pounding in our chests. I pull the cum-soaked dildo out of her fuck hole, her body jerking and shaking, then press it to her lips, smearing her cream all over her lips before sliding the dildo into my own mouth and sucking it clean. We share another long passionate kiss, then curl up on the sofa—the heat from her pulsing pussy pressed up against my ass—and slowly drift into a deep slumber.

  Five

  Eight a.m., I awaken beneath rumpled sheets—naked, breathing in remnants of last night. Shadowy hints of perfume and pussy float throughout the room. I climb out of the warmth of my bed, my feet sinking into plush carpet as I walk into the master bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I catch my reflection in the mirror, taking in the matted hair all over my head and decide to take a quick shower.

  Ten minutes later, I’m back in the bedroom, standing in the middle of my walk-in closet trying to decide what to slip on. After several minutes of contemplating, I settle on a lace kimono slip dress—nothing on underneath, then make my way downstairs, using the spiral staircase that leads directly down into the kitchen.

  Celeste greets me with a smile on her face, and a huge coffee mug in her hand. “Good morning,” she says, offering me the steamy cup. “I made you some tea. Decaf, right?”

  I nod, blowing into the cup. “Yes, thank you.” I take a sip.

  She wasn’t supposed to still be here. Definitely wasn’t supposed to stay the night. But here she is. Flitting around in my kitchen, wearing a flowing white, ankle-length dress. Her shoulder-length hair is hidden under a white head wrap. “I snuck out early this morning to go home and freshen up, then stopped by the store to pic
k up a few things for breakfast. I hope you’re hungry. I picked up some fruit, and made vegetable omelets, turkey bacon, and my grandmother’s ‘make-you-wanna-slap-somebody’s-momma’ cheese grits—I promise, you’ll love them.”

  I smile. My gaze falls to her ample backside as she moves about the kitchen, remembering how almost eight hours ago it had been bounced up over my face. My mouth waters at the thought of having my tongue buried in it again. “Sounds delicious. I’m famished. Do you want any help?”

  “No. I got it,” she says, pulling two plates down from the cabinet, then opening another door and grabbing two crystal flutes. “I’ve made us peach Bellinis.”

  I nod my approval, surprised at how at ease she is. Aside from my mother-in-law, I try to recall if any other woman had ever been so comfortable in my space, cooking in my kitchen as if this were their home, too. I sip my tea when I come up short, eyeing her over the rim of my cup as she prepares our plates. My stomach growls as she sets a plate in front of me.

  “It looks and smells delicious.”

  “And it’ll taste even better,” she says, lifting the blender out of its stand and pouring peach puree into each champagne glass, then topping them off with champagne. She waits for the bubbles to settle, stirs the drink, then adds another splash of champagne to each flute before setting a flute on the table next to my plate.

  I wait for her to take a seat. She has chosen to sit next to me opposed to across from me. I smile at the gesture. She reaches for her flute, hoisting her glass.

  “To special friends, delicious meals, and hot, steamy, decadent sex.”

  “Amen to that.”

  Our glasses clink.

  • • •

  Two hours and four flutes of Bellinis later, Celeste and I are sitting out on the back deck, feeling lighthearted and giddy. There’s a warm, scented breeze that drifts over us as we sit at the patio table, eating fresh fruit salads.

  Celeste slides to her knees in front of me, pushing my already opened thighs further apart. Her hands slip up my skirt. I feel the first touch of her lips on the inside of my thighs and I am already shivering with arousal. I hear her soft groan as her warm tongue slithers up one side of my thigh, then back down the other thigh. I stare out into my expansive manicured yard, then lean my head back, closing my eyes. Luckily, the well-heeled, well-educated neighbors in our gated community aren’t privy to the show, thanks to the evergreen cedar trees that line the edges of my backyard and the six-foot, wooden privacy fence with its French gothic posts.