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  She responded with a moan.

  “How important is it that your ménage be tonight?”

  “Why?” The word barely made it to her lips.

  “Because I have a roommate who, I swear, looks as good as any movie star you can name.”

  Perfect. She started to rise.

  He stopped her. “But he’s out of town until tomorrow.”

  She leaned back, removed her sopping wet panties, and let him continue.

  Some cognizance returned to her lust-battered mind. “So you want me to wait till tomorrow?”

  He pulled his fingers out and sucked them. “Mmm, tasty. Yes, but just for the ménage. Tonight I want to take you to my loft and start by dining on your sweet pussy.”

  A vision of Kevin sliding his tongue past the tip of his nose returned. “Do you live far?”

  “Just over the bridge in Brooklyn.”

  She grabbed her wrap and clutch. “Let’s go.”

  * * * *

  In the cab on the way to his loft, Kevin didn’t slow down. If anything, he sped up. Taking up where he’d left off in Trends, two or three of Kevin’s talented fingers slammed her juicy, unadorned pussy. He managed to free one of her breasts, and wrapped his soft lips around her protruding nipple. He sucked on it and teased it with his magic tongue. Picturing Kevin in his king sized bed, his tongue reaming her deepest recesses, she shook and squirmed. Boiling over, she was on the verge of losing control.

  As the cab driver pulled up to Kevin’s loft, she couldn’t hold it any longer. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as wave after unrelenting wave of dreamy pleasure flooded over her. Her entire body quaked while her pussy clenched around his fingers, sending a surge of intense pulses shattering through her.

  She heard the driver joke as Kevin paid him. “There isn’t any pussy juice on this twenty, is there?”

  “Only a little,” Kevin answered. He wrapped an arm around her and hustled her inside while the remnants of her orgasm continued to shudder through her.

  They rode up the single flight in an open freight elevator. Lifting the gate, he grabbed her hand and led her to 2B. When he opened the door, she waltzed in and spun to face him. “Which way to the bedroom?”

  He pointed to his right. She removed her wrap, dropped it onto a nearby chair, then headed right, toward the bedroom, continuing to take off and discard items of clothing as she went. Except for her four-inch red sandals, Dede was naked by the time she stepped into his masculine art deco bedroom. She flopped on the bed and rolled onto her back. Kevin stood in the doorway, an elbow resting on the doorjamb and a surprised look on his face.

  In the sultry voice of a heroine from one of her books, she said, “I’m ready for you.”

  Raising her legs into the air, she spread them wide for his viewing pleasure and assumed the position of one whose pussy was about to be dined upon.

  There was something devilish about his smile as his gaze devoured her. “Not exactly shy, are you?”

  * * * *

  She laughed at his comment. “I told you this is my night to be bad.”

  He chuckled. “Yes, you did. Would you like some wine?”

  Her hand moved downward across her naked abdomen toward her nether lips. She deferred, “Maybe later. For now, come over here with your amazing tongue and help me be bad.”

  After her titillating invitation, the fact that she rested on his roommate’s bed instead of his no longer seemed an issue. Long an aficionado of not only beautiful, but also accomplished, women, tonight he’d hit gold. She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty of about five-six, and he reveled in her lovely form. Dede was statuesque, shapely, and, by all appearances, uninhibited. If indeed she was thirty-six, he couldn’t tell for she looked no older than the twenty-six-year-old Broadway starlet he’d recently dated.

  He surveyed this beautiful creature from head to toe. His gaze drew to the apex of her well-turned legs. A woman’s cunt had always felt like a mysterious gift, ready to be opened, admired and devoured by the right man. That was why he enjoyed cunnilingus so much. The folds that framed Dede’s alluring, narrow opening pulsated with desire and drew him like a moth to a flame. Already hard as a Manhattan steel beam, his cock brimmed with need. The erotic vision of her middle finger snaking over her bare, sexy mound and massaging her swollen clitoris intensified Kevin’s excited condition.

  He wasted no time undressing. He was naked, down on his knees, and between her thighs in sixty seconds or less.

  To Dede’s apparent chagrin, he didn’t dive right in. Dede was the kind of woman with whom you took your time and savored. Though her soft, smooth, bewitching cunt lured his tongue and cock, he took his time, massaging, probing, fondling, and intruding. For ninety long seconds—an eternity to a woman in heat—he did that. A finger or thumb here, a lick or suck there.

  Squirming, Dede pleaded, “Please, don’t tease me. My pussy is on fire.”

  He splayed her inner folds using his thumbs, and displayed her private inner workings. Her pussy glistened with her lubricating crème. He moved his lips within inches of the lusty spectacle before him and inhaled her divine bouquet.

  He hovered over her intriguing orifice, gazing along her scintillating, feminine form, across her mildly rounded abdomen to her breasts. Between her glorious twin mounds, he met her mysterious ever-changing, hazel eyes. He slipped his tongue past his lips and wiggled it.

  * * * *

  Dede couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. Kevin’s touch spurred a delicious throb of jarring pleasure through her body.

  Bountiful quantities of feminine juices seeped from her pussy as if it were perspiring from the heat that had developed within. She fought not to squirm, but it seemed beyond her control. Her walls clenched with need at each erotic touch or probe as currents of air brushed across her exposed bottom. The pussy teaser was driving her bonkers.

  He flashed a devious smile and began to wiggle his silky organ over her sultry slit. Wound tight, she gulped, wondering if the first touch of his marvelous tongue would drive her over the edge. With his thumbs parting and widening her, his long, smooth, warmth glided into her void, exchanging saliva for her slippery crème.

  The sensations were so overpowering she nearly passed out. His tongue continued to ream her helpless slit while his talented fingers worked magic upon her clit. Her back arched violently and began to undulate. She moved her fingers to address the needs of her nipples.

  His tongue, buried deep in Dede’s core, ignited a liquid fever in her blood—a fever that flowed through her entire body. As he swabbed her pink walls, she slipped her legs around his back. She crossed her ankles and began to reel his mouth in firmer against her slit.

  That’s when his mouth and fingers traded places. She didn’t think anything could feel better than what Kevin had been doing to her, but it did. Kevin was a pussy-eating marvel who had a talented mouth, an instinctive pussy-loving tongue and clever fingers. The jumble of divine sensations had her on the verge of ecstasy. She was so close to a visit to Shangri-La, she closed her eyes and willed it and, like a Christmas present, it came.

  Dede’s clit quaked in his mouth and her pussy clenched around his fingers. Waves of radiant pulses branched out from her core, careening through her nerves and veins like some out-of-control creature playing pinball inside her nervous system. All hell broke loose as she rode a tsunami-like wave into a gigantic orgasmic eruption. Her body jerked out of control. She moved frenetically until soothing waves of comfort flowed over her and the phenomenal feeling subsided, replaced by a heaven like bliss.

  If I had one of him at home, I could throw bob, my battery operated boyfriend, and all my other toys in the trash.

  An image of his throbbing cock flashed through her mind. She licked her lips. Payback was going to be fun.

  She opened her eyes to tell Kevin she was going to suck his cock when she saw him. He leaned against the doorjamb almost in the same position Kevin had twenty minutes earlier.

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bsp; Kevin started to move his head, which blocked his view of her unadorned pussy, so she grabbed it and held it in place. “Don’t move yet,” she ordered, sotto voce. “We have a visitor.”

  Chapter Three

  Ménage

  If Kevin was Romeo, the stranger was Adonis. He was what she called medium tall—just under six foot and lean. Rather than being handsome in the masculine sense, his face was angelic with delicate features. His flawless skin was the color of caramel, and she thought at first he might be black. His family tree certainly contained some African heritage, but there was more. His smile was nearly as perfect as Kevin’s and his warm brown eyes, looking straight at her, danced with mirth. The naughty boy had been watching and, to her surprise, it pleased her.

  Kevin jerked his head around, leaving her pussy wide open to his gaze. Staring directly between her legs, his eyes expanded. She pulled her knees together and, for good measure, placed her hand over her slit.

  In an incredulous tone, Kevin asked, “Vince? What are you doing here?”

  The smile on Vince’s face seemed devious. “I live here, remember. The question is, who is she? And why were you scarfing her sweet pussy in my bed?”

  A flush of heat passed through her. “Your bed?” She sat up, stretching an arm across her breasts as best as she could. “This is your bed?”

  Kevin rose and sat next to her. Trying to smooth things over, Kevin introduced him, “Dede, this is my roommate, Vince Reynolds, home a day early. Vince, this lovely—”he glanced at her and snickered—“naked lady is Dede Wilson, and she’s on a quest.”

  Kevin leaned over and whispered in her ear, “What do you think? Do you like him?”

  Dede’s gaze panned him once more head to shiny loafers and back to his smiling face, with a double take at his tented crotch. Indeed, she liked Vince very, very much. Suddenly, a vision of Kevin stroking her doggy style while she sucked on Vince’s cock visited her mind. “I’m pleased to meet you, Vince. I’m sorry about the bed. When I asked Kevin which way to his bedroom, he pointed this way and I ended up here.”

  He winked and smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

  She decided to ask point-blank. “How long did you watch?”

  He shrugged. “A couple minutes, maybe, enough to get worked up. What kind of quest are you on?”

  “It’s not a quest in the common use. It’s a quest for knowledge—I want to experience a ménage a trois. Maybe it’s a sign. I end up in your bed, and you come home early. I’d like it if you joined us and made it a threesome.”

  His smile grew wider. “I was hoping you’d say that,”

  She lowered her arm from her breasts. Raising a single eye, in a coy voice, she invited him over, “Great. Please stand here and let me unveil your manhood while you undress.”

  Vince crossed the ten feet from where he’d been in an instant and stood before her, the bulge in his trousers about mouth high.

  Keeping her warmed up, Kevin kneaded a breast with one hand and inserted a finger in her feminine haven with the other.

  While Vince unbuttoned his shirt, Dede unbuckled his belt. When he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and over his arms, she unzipped the fly of his slacks and dragged them to the floor. His long, swarthy cock was hard, protruding above his briefs. Stepping out of his pants and kicking them away, her fingers slipped behind the band of his shorts and dragged them to the floor. He gasped as she licked the sensitive underside of his shaft.

  The man had a magnificent body. No, none of those Incredible Hulk like bulges for which some work so hard. Instead, subtly muscular without an ounce of fat, Vince’s mostly hairless, sinewy body had smooth, aesthetic curves usually associated more with women than men.

  Nevertheless, he was all man and his longer than average tool proved it. Reflexively, she grabbed it. He tensed as she squeezed him. “Are you a model? If you’re not, you should be,” she blurted.

  He loosened up enough to laugh. “I modeled for six years while I went to college. I still do sometimes for spare money.”

  Stroking him slowly, she asked, “I know what Kevin does, what do you do?”

  “I’m an architect, and if you would’ve gone left, you would’ve been in my office. What do you do?”

  “I write sexy romance books and you two are part of the research for my next book.” She grinned. “And I intend to enjoy every sexy second of our research together.”

  “Me too,” remarked Kevin.

  Vince glanced down to where she stroked his cock and laughed. “I’m already enjoying it.”

  She laughed too. “Kevin, baby. Stand next to Vince, will you? I want to get a good look at the cocks that are going to be spending most of the night inside me.”

  Slowly, Kevin rose and sidled up beside Vince. She grabbed his pride in her other hand. Eye level with their crotches, she could get a much better look at the objects of her lust. Vince’s was mostly light brown with a dark brown crown and scrotum. Kevin’s was flesh color, like his skin, offset by raised blue and purple veining. The head of his cock was mauve with plum colored ridges. They were both well endowed, with Vince being longer and Kevin thicker.

  Kevin asked, “Now what?” as he jutted his generous specimen within inches of her mouth.

  They did look absolutely delicious. She glanced up at him and cast a knowing smile as she winked. “I know what you want.” These were just what she wanted for her birthday. She giggled mentally when she pictured each cock with a red ribbon tied around it. “Okay, I’m going to suck your cocks, both of them, but not to climax.”

  “Aw, why not?” asked Kevin.

  “I’ve been with too many men who, once they cum, aren’t good for anything. Can I tell you a secret?”

  They both nodded and Vince said, “Sure.”

  “Today is my birthday, and I want ten mind-blowing orgasms for my birthday present.”

  Vince’s mouth dropped open. “Ten orgasms?”

  “Boys, I’m the closest thing you’ve had to a nymph, so it won’t be that hard. Kevin has already delivered two, so you only have eight to go. Now, if you don’t mind, I feel like tickling my tonsils with something warm and long.”

  Holding their cocks, she stroked Kevin while her tongue laved up and down Vince’s musky scented, slightly saline-tasting cock and balls. He gasped as she took him into her mouth and a throaty moan emitted from deep in his chest as she sucked him. Vince took hold of the back of her head as she worked him over.

  She switched and stroked Vince while taking Kevin in her mouth. As her lips surrounded his tasty staff, he stiffened and groaned with each downward thrust. After sucking on Kevin for about thirty seconds, she switched back to Vince, where she noticed a large bead of clear pre-cum had seeped from his opening and trekked down his crown. Her tongue swung out, licked the tiny bead of tasty male crème into her mouth and savored it.

  This time, when she took Vince’s maleness in her mouth, she made sure she tongued the sensitive underside of his penis using a swirling motion.

  “O–o–oh, that’s so good, baby. Don’t stop.” He grabbed the back of her head with both of his hands and soon he was doing all the work, fucking her stationary mouth—in and out, in and out. Vince began to pant and she knew the signs of male ejaculation. To his obvious disappointment, she pulled away. “Aw, shit. I was so close.”

  She wagged a finger at him. “Ten orgasms.”

  He laughed. “What now?”

  Kevin said, “What about me? I wasn’t even close to coming.”

  “Vince will fuck me doggy style while I continue to suck you off, but try not to cum. Lay down on the bed. You can fuck me afterward.”

  That seemed to pacify Kevin. He got on the bed and lay on his back. She got up on her knees over Kevin and spread her legs, knowing her folds bulged between her ass cheeks, and Vince moved in position behind her. “How’s this?”

  “Perfect.”

  “Good, I’m ready whenever you are.”

  Sitting at the head of the bed ri
ght in front of her, Kevin spread his legs. She took hold of his rigid flesh with her hand and massaged him.

  Kneeling directly behind her, Vince stuck a finger into her and moved it in out and around. Then he went to two fingers. “You’re still good and wet. Let me put a condom on.”

  “Good idea.” She turned her head and watched him as he reached in the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out the foil-covered protection. Removing the wrapper, he quickly sheathed his chocolate-headed weapon and got back on his knees behind her. She sucked a breath as he slowly inserted two fingers into her again and moved them in out and around. “Mmmm. Your cunt looks so sweet. You’re good to go,” he said as he took the position directly behind her.

  About to take Kevin into her mouth, she suddenly jerked from a sharp pain on her right buttock, which made her pussy clench. Vince’s palm had landed a smart blow across her ass with a stinging slap and she cried out in surprise. “Hey.”

  “Just warmin’ you up, sweetheart.”

  “You want to warm up my derriere or fuck me?”

  Another slap and then another. She gulped in air, surprised at the warmth that settled in her pussy. She could feel a dribble of crème running down her interior thigh.

  Finally, he shoved two fingers into her again, then added a third with no problem. The fingers slid in easily, lubricated by the liquid warmth of her excitement. He moved the fingers of his left hand in and out, reaming her with each intrusion. His right hand reached around her thigh and rubbed the flexible skin and nerves of her clitoral sheath, spreading the pooled wetness until her whole sex felt slippery. The tingly sensation she felt multiplied in her core and coursed throughout her body.

  To her utter astonishment, she came, yelping, “Ai-e-e-e! My God, I’m coming!” Her ass sashayed left and right as seemingly endless hot and cold pleasure waves shot from her loins into her extremities, teased her body and mind. Seeing that she started coming, Vince, shocked her by thrusting his long, brown cock home, deep into her dripping cavern, filling her clear to her womb. The sudden intrusion in her well made the climax start anew. Her pussy rippled along his length, sucking at him as she erupted into a nugget of screaming pleasure. Her hand squeezed Kevin’s cock in a deathlike grip, holding tight as Vince tilted her hips and ground his pubes against her ass. Waves of pleasure flooded over her, climaxing in a sudden exhilarating, erotic explosion.