Loading...Anthony and Miya had spent his special day in bed, alternating between making love and dozing in satisfaction. Neither cared about the world outside, it was his birthday and he was intent on spending it the best way that he knew how – with his beautiful Latin lover in his arms. No, Miya was more than just a lover to him. She was his kindred-spirit; his sexual soul mate, as well as his playmate. They had a deep and unwavering passion for sex.
They shared a bond than ran deeper than mere words could describe. And one they knew would forever link them to one another. They enjoyed one another’s company, and always ended up in bed when they were together. But each respected the other’s need for variety, for exploring new horizons and new lovers. It was an agreeable situation, always knowing when the other needed space, but also knowing when one needed the other.
Much like now. Anthony was feeling just a bit bothered by hitting his forth decade and Miya suspected he might be. So, the night before she called him. Asking if she could see him. He agreed.
Despite the fact there was not a cloud in the night sky, she showed up at his front door wearing a red vinyl raincoat and an absolutely devilish smile. God, she made him crazy. It was her smile. The way her dark eyes sparkled, impish and forever playful. There was always a hint of sexuality when she looked at him. Even in the most serious of conversations, he found it quite difficult to control himself, much less when she showed up looking as she did now.
But then, he had the same effect on her as well. He could send waves of electricity throughout her body by simply looking at her. Just as he did now. Her smiling lips pursed slightly into a silent “ooh” as she looked at him. Anthony stood there, leaning against the opened door wearing a pair of loose fit drawstring pants, bare-chested and beautiful.
They stood for several seconds just staring at each other. Finally she spoke with a mischievous tone of voice, “If you want to find out what’s beneath, you have to invite me in.”
Though she really needed no formal invitation, he bowed slightly and made a sweeping motion with his hand, inviting her in. As she stepped through the doorway, he saw she held something behind her back. It was a paper bag and it was filled with god knows what.
Miya turned and looked at him. She smiled again and said, “Okay, now you have a decision to make.”
He raised an eyebrow and simply said, “Oh?”
“Uh huh. Which do you want to know about first? The coat? Or the bag?”
“No contest.” He said easily.
She smiled, liking his answer.
“The bag, of course,” chuckling at his own sarcasm.
“Okay, smartass.” She said laughing with him.
“Well, you didn’t ask which one I wanted. You asked which one I wanted to know about. I know what’s under the coat.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmmm Hmmm,” he whispered. He stepped closer to her, taking her into his arms, his voice dropping to that deep, sensual, sexy timber. “One incredibly hot…” tasting her lips, “…and delicious body…” She kissed him back, molding her body to his as he continued. “…All wrapped up in something special just for me.”
Looking him directly in the eyes, that glimmer even more prominent. “Ooh, that’s rather presumptuous, don’t ya think?”
“Is it? I don’t happen to think so.” he teased. But before she could respond he added, “And, if I know you as well as I think do, in that bag, you have body oils, a blindfold and…” he paused, giving it some thought. “…And hand cuffs.”
She feigned hurt feelings, producing a perfect little pout. “Am I that predictable?”
“Not at all, darlin. I just happen to know you. Inside and out.” Now it was his eyes that gleamed. Pure sexuality and raw passion passed between them both.
“Well a lot you know mister,” she said jokingly. “I just happen to have the perfect cure for the birthday blues.”
“Like I said, handcuffs.” Both chuckled.
“No, not handcuffs… margaritas with a beautiful half naked woman, silly.”
“You have a half naked woman in the bag?”
“You know, for an old guy, you’re sure full of piss and vinegar tonight.”
“I won’t be “old” until tomorrow, my dear. But tonight, I’m feeling… adventurous.”
Smiling at him she said, “Ooh, I like adventurous. What did you have in mind?”
“How presentable are you beneath that coat?”
“Not very, I’m afraid.”
His eyes lit up even more, “Really? Let me see!”
Standing back, she pulled the belt that held the coat closed. Beneath, Miya wore only a red bra, and the tiniest of matching panties, both of which were made out of the same pliable plastic as the jacket.
“Perfect” he said softly. “Wait here.”
Before she could ask any questions, he dashed up the stairs. She was curious, but the look on his face as he said “perfect” left her excited and admittedly, slightly aroused. He was up to something… something perfectly wicked.
Anthony returned in less than five minutes. Gone were the drawstring pants and bare chest, replaced by snug fitting jeans and a button down shirt. He’d even put shoes on. He stepped closer to Miya, and began adjusting her coat. Arranging it so that the deep plunging V not just showed her breasts, but displayed them beautifully. She had no qualms in showing her body and he knew it.
“So where are we going?”
He answered with one word, “Prowling.”
There was something so primal, so raw in his smile she shivered with excitement. They’d spoken of “prowling” before. Hitting the local nightclubs, searching, hunting for a willing third party, either male or female. Both had deep voyeuristic tendencies, and both loved the idea of sharing and watching the other with a stranger. Perhaps even with a friend, if the opportunity should arise. But they’d never actually gone out with the sole intent to find another, until tonight.
They took a cab to the section of town where pubs, bars and clubs lined both sides of the street. It was the local party district. And the streets were filled with young supple women, and handsome young men. Granted, a great deal of people that milled the streets attended the nearby college. But on the weekends it was such a diverse crowd that one would be hard pressed not to fit in.
They decided her outfit was more suited to one of many larger, louder, more crowded nightclubs, rather than the smaller more quaint pubs. Upon entering the dance club, they made an immediate stop at the bar.
Anthony ordered two shots of tequila, touting them as “a little courage in a glass.”
Grinning wickedly he said, “To prowling.”
Matching his grin, “To prowling,” she repeated as they downed the first of many drinks.
As they made their way towards the tables, Anthony was very well aware of the many eyes that were on her. A certain pride filled him as he led her by the hand. Though the men leered at her, openly admiring the generous view of her body, they couldn’t touch her. This beautiful woman was with him. It made him want to parade her throughout the bar. But instead, he chose a table nearest the dance floor as they could get on a crowded Friday night.
The loud music made conversation nearly impossible, but they did the best they could. Anthony and Miya scanned the crowd, pointing out a few possibilities. Although he was more captivated by the woman that sat across from him. More and more he watched as Miya began to move with the beat of the pulsing music. He took her by the hand again and led her out to dance.
The music had switched something on inside her. Suddenly she began to dance not with him, but for him. She teased and taunted him, rubbing up against him. Her movements were sensual, enticing. He loved it. She simply radiated sex. Wild and untamed. She was making him crazy with the way she looked at him, the way her body found the low, undercurrent of the music; her hips moved so intimately, so inviting. He was more than half tempted to abandon this idea and take her home and…
Suddenly, another woman slid behind Miya. Fitting her body to Miya’s and began to dance with her. Somewhat startled, Miya looked to see who this bold stranger was. But when she saw the pretty face, she beamed. Miya offered no explanations. Instead the two girls turned up the heat, if you will, by yet another notch. Their bodies grinding and ebbing together. Each body matching and mimicking the other to perfection, as though they had practiced for this dance many times before. Anthony, and anyone, who may have seen the pair, found their movements’ erotic. He watched Miya’s face carefully; aroused and intrigued by what he saw in her eyes. He decided to wait and simply enjoy the performance they put on for him. Admittedly, he was curious, and was still trying to figure out who she was.
Although the newcomer was beautiful and sexual in her own right, she paled in comparison next to Miya. They resembled each other in that they were both Hispanic, both had long flowing dark hair. And both had the same exotic, erotic look about them. Though she was slightly taller than Miya, and a bit more lean. She had the moves of a dancer and he wasn’t surprised to find out later that’s exactly what she was.
When the music finally ended, the trio opted for a different table, near the back of the club, so they could be heard over the raging music. Miya at last made introductions.
“Anthony, I’d like you to meet one of my closest friends, Cynthia.”
Cynthia she smiled her sexiest smile and offered a dainty hand to him, “Please, call me Cyn.” Her honey smooth voice all but dripped with seduction, and she shot Miya a grin that was full of mischief. Miya returned the prankish grin.
Smiling his most charming smile, he took her and said, “Yes, I can see why.”
The girls chatted quickly, catching up on the others lives. It was obvious they hadn’t seen each other in quite sometime so Anthony remained silent. As he watched he thought he picked up on something… something he’d never seen before in Miya. There was a certain… intimacy between the women. He noticed that one would lean closer as the other talked and both touched the other quite a bit as they spoke. When he saw Cyn absent-mindedly caressing Miya’s arm, a grin formed at the corners of his mouth. Miya noticed the smile on Anthony’s face, but she said nothing. She knew he was keen to pick up on certain things, and she knew he had figured out the nature of the girls’ relationship.
When they seemed satisfied with brief update of the other’s life, Anthony finally spoke. The curiosity had been killing him.
“That was some performance out there, care to fill me in?” Both girls glanced at each and smiled. Neither tried to hide their affection.
“Well…” It was Miya that spoke. “About 5 years ago, Cyn was dancing at the Devil’s Den, the then owner, Jack, had connections with some big tanning oil company. And this company happened to be doing a huge publicity tour, putting on contests all over the nation, and looking for a new “poster girl” of sorts. So, with Jack’s connections, his club was the obvious choice for the city semi-finals. Well, because a tanning oil company was sponsoring the show, and the Devil’s Den was a strip club, Jack got this great idea. All the girls had to find the most erotic way to apply the oil to their bodies. Most of the strip clubs in town had sent over their best dancers to compete.
“I’d already known Cyn for maybe two years. We worked together at some shit job. So she called me and told me she Jack was really putting a lot of pressure on her to win this silly thing. And I asked what I could do to help. So we came up with this idea, to use me as her way to apply the tanning oil …that dance you saw.”
Anthony’s grin broadened. “I can just see the two of you, all oiled up, rubbing against one another….” He didn’t finish, but just let the mental images flash through his mind.
Now it was Cyn’s turn to speak. “You should have seen her, Anthony. She was so nervous. I thought she was going to be sick… but, like the real trooper she is, she got out there and performed incredibly. We made it all the way to the nation finals with that dance. Until they decided that Miya and I weren’t exactly the ‘image’ they wanted to portray,” she said kind of rolling her eyes. “Oh well, with the money we won I put a down payment on these,” motioning nonchalantly to her full breasts and laughing.
Chucking, Miya inquired, “Are you still dancing?”
“You know me,” she said.
Laughing, Miya simply said, “Yes I do.” But there was something in Miya’s eyes, something that Cyn recognized immediately. They needed no words to understand what the other was thinking. Such was their friendship. Cyn didn’t need to be asked. She would do whatever Miya had in mind. And with the gorgeous man that Miya was with, Cyn would be crazy not to.
“Let’s dance,” Miya said grabbing Anthony with one hand and Cyn the other.
Again the music flowed through Miya, moving as seductively as she had before. Only now, she had a playmate. Cyn needed no prompting. Letting the music move her body she followed Miya’s lead. Both were dancing around Anthony. Miya found her way behind Anthony, Cyn moved in front of him and together they began to grind against him. Their hands and bodies touching him every where. He relished the idea of what they were doing to him. The smile on his face was the perfect mask of pleasure.
Anthony put his hands on Cyn’s hips, feeling the way they swayed into him. She began to bump and grind against him, feeling the beginnings of a quite impressive erection. She grinned up at him wickedly. Miya thoroughly enjoyed watching the way Anthony and Cynthia touched each other. And as Miya moved behind Cyn she saw the look in his eyes. The way he looked at her friend nearly drove Miya crazy. It turned her on immensely to see him like that.
But Anthony had his own idea now. He turned Cyn around so that she now faced Miya. And though he could only see Miya’s face, he knew by the glimmer in her eyes, that the two girls shared a looked between. They “sandwiched” Cyn between them. As they danced, Anthony placed his hands on her hips and began pressing himself against her ass. He watched the look in Miya’s eyes as the two women touched.
Cyn let the beat of the music move her. She raised her hands up and hooked them behind Anthony’s neck. He buried his mouth against her neck, sucking and kissing. But as he did he watched while Miya’s delicate hands began to travel the outline of Cynthia’s body. Moving higher, insistent and determined. And as Miya grazed the swell of the full breasts of her ex-lover, Cyn let her head fall back and gave a great sigh. Anthony watched Miya use the ball of her thumbs to brush against Cynthia’s already hardened nipples. Cynthia dropped her hands from behind Anthony releasing him. She moved to Miya’s side and put on arm over Miya’s shoulder and one draped tenderly around her waist.
As they embraced lightly they looked at him and grinned wickedly. He watched, stunned, as Miya bravely slipped Cynthia’s low cut blouse slightly to the side, exposing a perfectly sculpted and bare breast. And as she began to fondle Cynthia, they shared a kiss that rivaled those in even the most hardcore porno movies. Anthony was torn between watching Miya’s hand cupping and squeezing the large breast and the two beautiful feminine mouths slipping and gliding over each. He felt his cock leap at the possibilities of the evening.
When the kiss had finished, Miya kept her hand on Cyn’s breast, but looked at Anthony when she spoke. “Shall we go celebrate your birthday right, my love?”
He saw the envy of the other men as they left the club. Anthony walked proudly between the two beautiful women, beaming. He had one arm around each of them, and in turn each had one arm around his waist lightly. As they stood and waited for their cab, he leaned over and kissed Miya hard. Then he whispered in her ear, “Thank you.” She only smiled up at him. Knowing it would make Miya crazy Anthony turned and kissed Cyn. He heard Miya groan as she watched. All were oblivious to their on lookers.
In the cab it was even more indecent, none of them could keep their hands off of the other two. Anthony kissed each woman, each woman kissed the other, and all while their hands roamed someone else’s body. The cab driver would have a helluva story to recount that night.
When they entered Anthony’s house, Miya quickly slipped out of her jacket. Anthony and Cyn could only admire the beauty of her scantily dressed body. In just her bra and panties, Miya went immediately to the kitchen and mixed the long awaited margaritas. Leaving Anthony and Cyn alone for the time being. Regardless of what may or may not happen that night, Miya felt comfortable enough with her friends to walk around in her current attire. But she also felt confident with the situation to leave them alone.
She returned shortly with 3 glasses in one hand, and a pitcher of the Mexican concoction in the other. Though Cyn and Anthony didn’t hear her at first. They were deeply immersed in another impassioned kiss. Miya said nothing but filled the glasses silently and took a seat on the sofa. There was no jealousy, no ill feelings; in fact, she was extremely aroused by what she saw. And Miya would have been content to sit back, sip at the frozen delight and watch while Anthony explored the body of his new plaything. But again, Anthony has his own idea. Although he reveled in the power he seemed to have over both women and preferred to be the dominant partner, he turned to Miya with soft eyes.
Tenderly he said to Miya, “Show me.”
Miya smiled over the rim of her glass. She understood perfectly what he meant. Putting the glass on the table, she walked to them. Miya stood for a moment, looking into Cynthia’s eyes. There was more than intimacy as they gazed at one another. There was a genuine love and affection in both women’s eyes. As they leaned toward each other, their mouths once again finding each other, Anthony took a step back. Silently, melting into the background, he took his drink from the table, and found a place on the sofa.
A sudden feeling washed over Miya as she pressed her body into Cynthia’s. It was remembrance that overcame Miya. She knew this body as well as she knew her own, but this feeling only added to Miya’s arousal. It was like slipping into a favorite pair of well-worn jeans. Comfortable, familiar, relaxed… but moreover, it felt welcoming.
As they kissed tenderly, Miya’s hands tugged Cynthia’s blouse off her shoulders, exposing those exquisite breasts fully for the first time. Miya admired them, caressing them lightly with the pads of her fingers. She then cupped them, feeling their weight in her hands, and whispered, “They’re beautiful,” just before she kissed the tops of each one. As Miya’s warm mouth engulfed one very large nipple, Cynthia brought her hands to Miya’s head as her own dropped back. Their soft moans mingled in the quietness of the house.
Anthony watched intently as the two women rediscovered each other. Again he noticed something that passed between the women. Miya, who had always been submissive by nature, had become the dominant one. She controlled Cynthia’s body with a simple touch. Oh, this could indeed become a very interesting night after all. Then he smiled to himself and thought, “more interesting than watching two women make love to each other?” About then, Miya had begun to slither her way down Cynthia’s body. Her tongue painted a wet and glistening trail down the taut stomach. Flicking quickly around and in to Cyn’s navel, the girl flinched as Miya teased. With her blouse removed Anthony saw that the pants Cyn wore rode extremely low on her hips. So low in fact, that as Miya tugged the skintight material down, he saw the waistband had barely covered the smallest and most perfect triangle of dark pubic hair. He heard Miya utter a small ‘ooh’ of approval. Cyn held on to Miya as she helped her step out of the flimsy pants, and as she tossed them aside, she kissed Cyn just above the shaved hair. Cyn moaned.
Miya purposefully tugged Cynthia down on to the floor, laying her on her back. Instinctively, her legs fell open for Miya. And as Miya leaned forward, inhaling that sweet intoxicating scent, she glanced at Anthony who had released his cock and now held it firmly in his hand. Their eyes caught and held while Miya used her tongue to bestow the glistening baby smooth lips with a slow, wet lick. Cyn shivered and moaned softly. Anthony too, groaned as he watched. He knew he was privileged to witness such an intimate act. Miya closed her eyes and became lost in the taste and feel of Cynthia’s hot, wet pussy. Moaning and almost purring contently as she lapped and drank the sweet honey that poured from her. Anthony began stroking and tugging his cock as he observed. Again that feeling, the knowledge of seeing something forbidden, had overcome him, which thrilled him and only served to heighten his arousal. Cynthia began to writhe beneath Miya’s relentlessness. Wildly she began thrusting her hips into Miya’s face. Her cries were loud, frantic.
“Ooh god yes, Miya… make her cum baby. Make her cum for me.”
Hearing his words and the hunger with which he spoke only made her more determined. She delved into Cynthia with a fervor. She prompted her with her own commands. She slurped noisily. Driving her tongue in and out of her. Suddenly grabbing Miya’s hair Cynthia groaned loudly and arched her back sharply.
Miya lifted her head slightly and cooed in a voice that Anthony had never heard before, “Mmmm, that’s my girl… yeah baby… cum for me Cynthia.”
Miya buried her face between Cynthia’s legs, using her mouth, and tongue, even her nose to milk every drop from Cynthia, but she never took her eyes off of Anthony. She watched as he stroked his cock madly, his entire fist was wrapped tightly around the thick shaft, and the head was a fierce red. And just as Cynthia drenched her face and tongue, Anthony too, erupted. His cum spurting all over his bare stomach and chest. Miya gave a great moan as both of her lovers had cum for her. Finally the thrashing slowed, but Miya didn’t stop… not until Cynthia had drifted all the way back to earth. When Miya finally pulled herself away from Cynthia, her mouth, lips and chin shined prettily with the nectar of her one and only female lover.
Anthony could only marvel at what had just happened. In the 4 years of knowing her he never once saw this side of her, and sexually, they had experienced some pretty wild things together. On several occasions they had grazed the subject of a threesome, with either male or female partners, but she managed to keep this secret hidden from him. Yes, she had given hint to the fact that she’d been with another woman, but Anthony always assumed it was a one-time thing. But he had to admit he was more turned on than ever by what he’d just witnessed. The possibilities for the remainder of the evening seemed virtually endless.
Miya could see the look in Anthony’s eyes, and she loved it. He was a hodge-podge of emotions, pleasant surprise mixed with pleasure; anticipation mingled with a coolness of patience. But what Miya loved the most was the confidence she saw. He knew this was just the beginning and these two women would make this a birthday to remember.
Miya gave a cat-like stretch, leaning back, her hands and arms behind her supporting her upper body and her legs stretched out in front of her. She could only grin at her two best lovers. Cynthia too, sat up and mimicked Miya’s pose, only she propped herself on her elbows.
Smiling at Anthony, Miya said, “You had no idea, did you?”
Anthony shook his head slowly and replied, “I had no clue. But I caught on pretty quickly at the club.”
Cynthia craned her neck towards Anthony, smiling she teased, “Well… a girl has to have some secrets, you know.”
“And what a secret you are,” he said to her and winked playfully.
“I just wish I could say that we orchestrated the whole thing,” Miya confessed.
Anthony chuckled as he stood. “Hell darlin, with what just happened?” Looking down at his stomach and at the still glistening trail of semen, he grinned at both women and added, “I’ll take dumb-luck like this any day.” With that he left the room to clean himself up a bit. While he was in the bathroom he could hear the two women talking, but really couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then, they were quiet.
When he walked back into the living he saw the two women had moved in position. Instead of sprawled out contently on the floor as they had been, they were now lying next to each other. Their faces close to the other and gazing into each other’s eyes. It was truly an act of intimacy; and one that, despite what had just transpired on his living room floor, Anthony felt he’d intruded upon. And felt even more as an intruder when he heard one of them whisper, “I’ve missed you.” Though Anthony couldn’t be sure, he thought it was Cynthia who spoke.
Miya, who was facing in Anthony’s direction, broke eye contact with Cynthia and saw him watching them. As she held his gaze, Miya’s dark eyes smiled in such a way that always made Anthony’s flesh come alive. She leaned closer to Cynthia bringing their mouths just a fraction of an inch apart. Cynthia’s tongue slowly and gently licked Miya’s slightly parted lips. Miya was glowing with an inner desire, a sexual prowess that simply radiated from her in every way. In the way she looked at him, the way touched the tan girl’s body and even in the way she moved.
Cynthia knew that Miya was watching Anthony but she didn’t mind. She was game for whatever her friend had in mind. And right now, she knew Miya was teasing him as much as she could, tormenting him in the best possible way. Finally Miya gave in. She pressed her lips forward and kissed Cynthia ever so gently, but her eyes never left Anthony’s face. He grinned as he watched.
When the two women finally pulled away from each other he said, “”You know, you two ladies are gonna kill me.”
As he reclaimed his spot on the sofa, Cynthia giggled playfully and asked, “I hope you don’t mind that I’ve monopolized all of Miya’s time.”
Shaking his head he said, “Mind? Oh not at all, in fact, I’m feeling honored to be here.” He watched as the ladies again sat up and looked at him while he spoke. “But I’m tellin’ ya,” he added, “One more kiss like that, and I’m gonna have to dive head first between the two of you.” Miya had to laugh at the mental image.
Cyn all but leered at Miya; her grin was mischievous and simply wicked. Miya knew instantly what Cyn was thinking and she returned the look. Together they stood and beamed at Anthony. Miya still in her pretty red bra and panties, and Cyn completely nude, save for her high-heeled shoes. Their eyes sparkling in the low light, their mouths turned up at the corners and their bodies perfect in every way.
Finally both women stepped forward on long and beautiful legs. Even though they seemed to be moving in slow motion, each step they took made his heart race that much quicker. Walking side by side, until they reached the table that sat in front of the sofa. One moved to the right, the other to the left, yet still working in unison. Like lionesses stalking their prey, one woman distracting his attention while the other crept closer. Converging upon him from both sides until their quarry was effectively cornered. Not that Anthony had any notion of dashing from either woman, but even if he wanted to, there would be no direct line to freedom.
Miya and Cyn lowered themselves down next to Anthony. Each taking a side as they sank into the plushness of the sofa next to him. Again, working as one, both women let the fingers of one feminine hand trail up his stomach. Warm and soft, roaming through the coarse hairs on his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Anthony gave into the sensation, relaxing into the back of the sofa slightly. As her fingers neared his chin, Miya gently used her index finger to turn his head towards her; she leaned forward and brushed the lightest of kisses across his lips. He smiled at her, his eyes gleaming in the light. Before he could respond, his face was being directed the other way, Cyn mimicked Miya’s action. Her warm breath feathered across his lips.
It all seemed too surreal to Anthony. Each woman worked independently vying for his attention, yet together they were driving him mad. One mouth would caress his lips while another would flitter over the flesh of his neck or chest. Their gentle female hands seem to touch him all over, his face, hair, chest and stomach. He let the two women carry him far away, surrendering to their insistent touch, loosing himself in the bliss of each new sensation. The soft mouths on his flesh, the warmth and feel of each woman’s body against his. He became the vessel of their desires. His body the craft in which each woman could both give and receive pure and perfect ecstasy.
Anthony had closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of each woman’s body. Not really wanting this most enjoyable moment to stop, but when Miya slowly peeled herself from his side he began to anxiously await her next move. Though he didn’t have to wait long.
Standing before him, Miya offered her hand. In silence Anthony took it and pulled himself off the sofa. She turned her head up to him and kissed him. Cyn slithered off the sofa and now kneeled in front of and just to the side of Anthony. Her hands journeyed up and down his thighs, feeling the strength in his legs. He then watched as Miya began trekking her way downward. She kissed her way down his stomach while her nails dragged lightly over his flesh. He had removed his shirt sometime before, though none could say exactly when.
Miya positioned herself in the same manner as Cynthia, kneeling in front of him, her hands too petting his legs and thighs. The four hands moved their way slowly towards the growing bulge in his jeans. Gazing down upon the two dark-haired beauties, he tried to commit every aspect of this moment to memory: The feel of their hands unzipping his pants, two sets of hands freeing his tumescent member from its confinement. The way those dark eyes looked up at him, sparkling and hungry. It became an almost unbearable sensation when he felt both warm wet tongues beginning to dance along the length of his thick shaft. He drew in a deep gasp of air each time the women would flick their wet tongues over each new inch.
Anthony could barely breathe, let alone speak. “Ohhh. Fuck, yes,” was all he could manage. He had to fight hard to keep his eyes opened to watch as well as feel. A wonderful and heavenly feeling of being licked by two women. Anthony had to put a hand on the back of the women’s head, almost as much for balance as to feel them moving along him.
While the two women kneeled in front of Anthony, the women’s eyes caught and held. Watching each other as they affectionately bathed his cock. As their tongues fluttered over and around the rigid flesh, there was just the slightest hint of his earlier ejaculation. Sighing softly at his taste. They made their way along him. When the two tongues flicked over his overly sensitive cock-head Anthony’s legs flinched. Tormented and teased, all he could do was groan.
Miya watched with interest as she held the stiff member for her girl friend. Cynthia’s pretty mouth opened slightly and with his hand on the back of her head, he pushed forward. Feeling the swollen head slip between her lips, he groaned again. He watched as he began disappearing between those sinful red lips. Feeding her each hard inch of him as Miya held him firmly in place.
“Mmmm,” she purred, “He tastes wonderful doesn’t he, Cyn?”
The only reply was a soft, agreeable moan.
Like Anthony, Miya didn’t want to chance missing a thing. She not only wanted to feel as much as possible, but she wanted to see every movement made. Miya smiled as she watched the way that thick pole slipped easily in and out of Cyn’s mouth. Each time Cynthia pulled her head back, she could see the way it shimmered with saliva. She could hear Anthony’s breath deepening, Cyn moaned pleasurably.
Several minutes had passed with Cyn sucking and slurping at him. Miya watched while she held him, but from time to time she’d lean forward and let her mouth and tongue mingle with Cyn’s. Their tongue’s not only gliding easily along Anthony’s wet shaft, but also over each other. Other times Miya would lean further down and lap carefully at Anthony’s balls, feeling them grow heavy with cum.
Cynthia’s lips applied just the right amount of pressure and her tongue was absolutely relentless. But experience told Miya that Cyn had Anthony dangerously close to the edge. His breathing was quick and shallow, as though he couldn’t quite get enough air into his lungs.
He too, knew he had to stop Cyn. Her mouth was hot, it was wet and it was going to make him cum again. Anthony wasn’t ready for that just yet. There was so much he wanted to do first.
When he spoke his voice almost failed him, “Cyn, stop. Oh god, you’re going to make me cum. Stop.”
But the girl showed no signs of slowing. He finally had to wrap his fingers in her hair, and pull back slightly so that her forward momentum could be stopped. Cynthia groaned loudly and struggled playfully towards him again.
Slipping himself from her pretty mouth he said, “Not yet.”
The hunger he saw in her eyes was incredible, like a ravenous woman at a feast. She cooed, “But I want to taste you now.” Her lips turned into the most perfect little frown that Anthony had to chuckle. It was beautiful the way she sulked.
“Not yet,” he reiterated.
He helped both women to their feet. Pulling them close to him, he embraced them around the waist. He looked at Miya and said, “We need to go upstairs.”
As he led the way, Cyn stopped and bent to take her shoes off. Glancing behind him, he saw her, “No, leave them on.” She grinned and nodded.
The trio found their way up the stairs and to the large bedroom. Anthony walked in the darkness to the side of the bed and fumbled with the lamp switch. Bright light instantly flooded the room. Cynthia looked around the room and admired the masculine décor. The furniture was made of thick wood, rich and expensive looking. As she took in the unfamiliar setting she saw candles scattered around the room.
“Mind if I lit a few of these candles instead?” Cyn asked.
“Not at all. There are a few more in that top right drawer, if you’d like.”
Anthony waited until Cyn lit a few of the scented candles before he switched off the lamp. In the dim light he made his way to the foot of the bed where Miya sat. He pulled her to her feet and embraced her.
Softly he whispered in her ear, “Are you sure about this?”
Miya smiled and nodded. As she looked into his dark eyes, she asked, “Are you?” But the fire in his eyes told her all she needed to know. Anthony brought his mouth to hers and lightly touched his lips to hers.
Anthony kissed her from her mouth, along her jaw line, to her ears. From her ear he kissed and nibbled his way down her neck, passing his tongue over the notch in her throat, he felt her lifeblood pulsing quickly within her. The small playful kisses lingered on her flesh long after his mouth moved further down her chest. His actions were determined and deliberate. Anthony was a very attentive lover, always knowing exactly how to ignite a fire within her.
Together his hands and mouth moved with great care as he cupped each breast in his hands. Pushing them together slightly he let his tongue drag slowly over each mound of flesh. Inadvertently his thumbs brushed across her nipples, awaking them immediately. Quickly they hardened under the light material. When a small moan escaped her lips, Anthony continued to tickle the large rock-like buds with the balls of his thumbs.
As Cynthia finished lighting the last of several candles around the room, she heard the other woman emit the low pleasurable sound. Stealthy she joined the couple and stood behind Miya. Cyn gently brushed the long dark hair to the side. At once, Miya tilted her head to the side, affording the warm mouth better access to that sensitive, tender area in the nook of her neck. Miya shivered slightly.
Anthony had moved from her delicious breasts to her firm stomach. His moist warm tongue tickling her in the most sensuous manner. He was bending at the knees as he taunted her, until at least, he sat at the foot of the bed. His hands moving slowly along the outline of her body, from the swell of her large breasts downward, curving in with the smallness of her waist.
Cynthia’s hands also passed over the tan and exquisite body. Together the four hands caressed her, they touched her, and they felt her body heat. Small feminine hands began to unhook the front-snapping bra. Anthony watched as those feminine hands ever so slowly peeled the material back and freed Miya’s beautiful round tits. The red bra tossed to the side and forgotten. Anthony leaned back slightly to watch as Cynthia fondled Miya slowly. Cupping one breast in each hand, squeezing the tender flesh and massaging gently. Though he noticed that Cyn was careful not to touch those hard nipples. She teased Miya by dragging her long nails around the darker more sensitive flesh, moving ever closer to Miya’s protruding buds. Miya’s body gave a small shiver as Cyn grew closer.
Then much to Miya’s dismay the fingers began to move away until once again the hands cupped her mounds of flesh. Cyn held them firmly as Anthony leaned his head forward again. Miya melted back into Cyn as she felt Anthony’s warm wet tongue dart out and flick her aching nipple. Quick and teasing. He moved to the other and did the same. He listened to her groan softly as he blew cool air across her breasts. The sensation made her squirm and moan quietly again.
Finally Anthony leaned forward again, without pretense or hesitation he took one hardened nipple into his mouth and he began suckling. Pulling and tugging at the flesh. Sucking her into his moist mouth and letting it snap back. Playfully, hungrily he slurped at her nipples. He felt her body quiver when his teeth grazed almost painfully on the oversensitive bud.
Cynthia watched over Miya’s shoulder how Anthony’s mouth greedily consumed Miya’s nipples. Cynthia’s hands traveled the outline of Miya’s body until she reached the tiny waistband of Miya’s panties and slowly she began to push them down over Miya’s hips. Bending at the knees she helped Miya to step out of them and tossed them to the side as well. Cynthia’s hands lovingly caressed the long and elegant legs of her one time girlfriend. Cynthia allowed her head to move forward, feeling the firm cheeks against her lips. She kissed softly but steadily moved down and inward until she found Miya’s most intimate of places from behind. A muffled sound came from Cynthia as she tasted Miya.
Cynthia lapped slowly and affectionately. It had been so long since she’d touched this woman and she relished in the very feel of her. She used her hands to gently pull the flesh further apart so that she could better savor the taste of this woman.
Lost in the wonderful sensation of rediscovering her lover, she hadn’t realized Anthony had slid from the bed and was now kneeling in front of Miya as well. Cynthia pressed her face hard against Miya’s backside, exploring her deeply when she felt Anthony’s warm tongue brush over hers. A chorus of moans ensued. Each was expressing the appreciation of this woman’s body, and the excitement of the moment. The dual lapping they bestowed on Miya was sheer heaven. With Anthony licking from the front and Cynthia from behind Miya was sure to cum.
Anthony’s hands were roaming all over Miya’s body. By happenstance, he found Cynthia’s hand on Miya’s thigh. He wrapped his fingers in hers as they together ate at Miya’s pussy.
“Oh god! That feels so good.” Miya all but whimpered.
Cyn and Anthony could only moan in response. Cyn wriggled her fingers from Anthony, she reached between Miya’s opened legged and carefully she guided one long finger inside Miya. Miya groaned loudly when Anthony joined Cynthia and also slid his thick forefinger inside her. Deep inside her the digits wiggled back and forth, sliding against one another in the tight confines of the drenched walls.
Miya’s knees buckled slightly as the two fingered her pussy deeply and lapped at her noisily. She held onto Anthony’s head for stability. The once quiet room was now filled with moans of pleasure from all three of them. Quiet words of encouragement and loving commands came from Cynthia and Anthony.
“Ooh, you taste so good, Miya,” one would say and the other would respond with a soft, “Mmmm hmmm.”
Miya’s breath became heavy and labored. She seemed to be gasping for air and her cries became louder with each ragged breath.
“Oh! Oh, god!” she called out, “Oh, oh god. Yes. Yes! I’m cumming!”
It was all Anthony could stand. His finger plunged in and out of her as did Cynthia’s. “Cum Miya. Do it, baby!” He pressed his mouth to her mound. He battered her clit as it jutted out from her, flicking his tongue over the protrusion incessantly.
Throwing her head back she all but howled as her climax exploded violently within her. Each of them lapping amorously at the virtual torrent of juices that poured from Miya. Her fingers curled in his short brown hair as her body trembled and shook. Neither Cyn or Anthony stopping until the tremors that past through her slowed and her breathing returned to normal.
“Mmmm, yes…” Cynthia cooed.
“Mmmm,” Miya mimicked. Glancing down at Anthony’s glazed chin and lips. “Holy shit!” She giggled, “That was,” she paused searching for the right word, “incredible.” Though it was probably the most understated thing she’d ever said.
He grinned up at her and confirmed, “Yes it was!” Standing and kissing her softly. She tasted herself on his lips. She smiled into his mouth.
“You two aren’t done, are you?” Cyn asked playfully.
Anthony’s eyes sparkled, “Not by a long shot, my dear,” he replied.
“Mmmm, good, ’cause I want some of that cock.”
He chuckled at her brazenness. Though he felt just a bit uncomfortable by it. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt anyone’s feelings, especially Miya’s. Though he could assume she wouldn’t mind, he had to ask to be sure. “Do you mind, Miya?” he asked.
She beamed at him, “Of course I don’t mind. In fact, I’d love to watch you two.” She had that playful twinkle in her eyes again, and he loved it. “Just so long as you both don’t forget about me,” she added half-heartedly.
“Mmmm, never, Miya,” Anthony said to her.
Grinning at Cynthia, Miya walked around to the head of the bed and sat with her back against the headboard. She was always curious what it would be like to watch Anthony make love to another woman. And being Cyn was her lover as well, she was doubly anxious. She fluffed the pillows behind her and snuggled down to watch. She giggled and said, “Well?”
Anthony playfully looked at her and asked, “And exactly how do you want me to fuck your lover, Miya?”
“Any ol’ way your heart desires,” she said and winked at him. “It is after all, your birthday.”
“Hmmm, so it is,” he replied.
Miya grinned with girlish-like anticipation as she watched Cynthia press her body to Anthony’s. He turned her so that her back was to Miya for the moment. Then he bent them both together until she lay on her back. Helping her to move higher on the bed so that he could kneel between her legs. Hooking one leg over his forearm and with the other he guided the swollen and aching head to her wet slit. Briefly he allowed it to slip through the soft wet folds before he positioned himself to enter her.
He hooked her other leg in his arm, so that her long legs rested high on his shoulders and slowly he pressed forward. Together they held their collective breaths as just the head pierced her. Her back arched slightly and all voiced their obvious approval as Cynthia began to accept his girth.
Anthony had to fight the overwhelming urge simply drive forward and impale her. Instead he watched as he sank into the brilliant pink. Slowly submerging each inch into her silk lined pussy. Not stopping until all eight and a half inches had disappeared completely into Cynthia. Miya elicited a long drawn out moan, remembering exactly how it felt to have his stiff cock filling her to perfection.
He remained still for a moment. Her heat and tightness consumed him wholly. But her body begged him for more. Her hips started rocking forward slowly, enticing him. He stretched his torso out, head back and his eyes closed, Anthony began to move with ease in and out of her. Fucking her at a slow and leisurely pace, reveling in the feel of the unfamiliar woman. He made long full strokes, from tip to base and back out.
Miya watched with great enthusiasm as Anthony began to drive in and out of her lover. His wet shaft shimmering with a thousand points of light each time he pulled out of her. She smiled as he looked up and watched her. She pulled her legs up, bending them at the knees and let her hand drop between her legs. Smiling wickedly she drew her fingers along her own slick pussy. Anthony’s eyes were now glued to her fingers, he moaned loudly as one long red nail slid inside her. She began keeping rhythm with his momentum.
Cynthia arched her back sharply and tilted her head back so that she too could see the other woman. Cyn watched as Miya fingered herself. Suddenly Anthony’s hips started to piston faster and faster. Her entire body rocking back and forth with each forceful thrust. Cyn thoroughly enjoyed the roughness of his movements. She groaned loudly. Her muscles grabbing at him, trying to pull him even deeper.
As he drove brutally into her she began to plead with him, “Oh god, yes. Yes! Fuck me, Anthony. Fuck me hard. Ohhh, yes!”
Her voice echoed in the room. But soon her voice was not the only sound. He heard Miya moaning pleasurably as she played with herself. Her own fingers were drenched and he could see she would soon cum again. Anthony pummeled Cynthia mercilessly. Driving in to the woman hard and fast. He felt the tight walls begin to constrict around him. His voice too joined in the cries of ecstasy. Low and from deep within his throat he groaned and sighed. His deep timber echoed among the beautiful choir of women.
Then suddenly the woman beneath him arched her back and her entire body stiffened as though an electrical surge had just passed through her body. She gasped heavily and her fingers gripped the cover of the bed until her knuckles were white. She cried out in her native tongue. Though Anthony couldn’t understand a word she said, it sounded fantastic. He let her climax peak before he would allow himself to cum, but he never stopped the savage attack on that wonderful pussy.
It was all more than Anthony could take. Hearing Cynthia, feeling her squeeze him so tight within her, watching Miya finger herself into orgasm was just too much. And when Cynthia’s orgasm finally passed she egged him on. Coaxing him to the point of no return.
“Cum Anthony. Give it to me. Oh yes, baby. That’s it, cum for me,” Her voice was sweet and oh so inviting.
His body was drenched with perspiration as he rammed her furiously. Suddenly he withdrew from her, gripped his wet shaft and pumped quickly. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. Then as he finally erupted, a deep animalistic sound filled the room. He milked his cock, spurting a jet of cum over the stomach of the writhing woman beneath him. He watched as his seed splashed on the tan flesh and she seemed to revel in the feel of it.
“Mmmm, yes Anthony cum all over her, baby,” Miya begged him.
Anthony felt as though his ejaculation would never stop. Streams of semen landed on Cynthia’s body and she was rubbing it into her flesh as she cooed at him. He stroked the organ until the last of the spasms finally passed.
It was as intense an orgasm as he’d ever had and he was exhausted. He collapsed on his back next to Cynthia, panting hard and staring at the ceiling with wide, excited eyes. When he’d finally caught his breath enough to speak he chuckled and said, “Oh my god!”
“Mmmm, I agree!” Miya said as she leaned over Anthony and kissed his forehead. “That was great.”
“Uh huh,” Cynthia said as she sat up and grinned at the other two. “Now what?” she asked playfully.
Laughing he said, “Now what? You ladies are trying to kill me!”
“No, darling, just trying to make this one birthday you’ll never forget.”
Anthony chuckled again, “Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever forget this one.”
“And just think,” Cynthia added, “We still have the rest of the night.”
Anthony groaned and rolled on his side, looking Cynthia in the eyes and said, “Well, I’m not as young as I once as. So you’ll have to give me at least,” he paused as if thinking, “Oh, at least 20 minutes.”
Cynthia threw her head back and laughed loudly. “Well then, I have time for a quick shower.”
Miya giggled and asked, “Ooh, need any help washing your back?”
“This is going to be one very long night,” Anthony said, smiling broadly.