Triple Take
***From The Chronicles of Darius Flesher
Author's notes:
4:30am: Debbie (Pudgy) continues her slurping assault on Darius' cock. Though she downed him twice, the ravenous fill of his cum juices works her belly into another crave.
Teasingly, she comes up for air but only to query of his past, sexual experiences.
An aphrodisiacal exchange of words, foreplay & herbal indulgence ensues.
And, on this early Tuesday morning, she will not let him go; at least, until she's proven herself to be… the best damn blowjob he's ever had.
*
"Okay, so why do you want to know about my sex life?"
Darius rambled, half-coherent.
She spat the swollenness out of her mouth, ignoring his question altogether.
"Why did you leave early that night?"
"What...that night? Darius winced at the coolness of air.
"Yeah, you fucked. I want to know about it. Tell me, that is, if you want me to start sucking you again."
She beamed up, poised between his legs and watched him clutch his cock frustratingly.
A brevity of pity inspired, so she deep-throated him again.
"Mmm, oh, it feels so good to have this again…ohh, you're so deep!"
He quivered favorably.
She pulled up, abruptly. Renegade saliva streaks leaked from the corners of her mouth, down past her chin. "You fucked." She wiped the stickiness off with her top wrist.
"How do you know I fucked?" His brows joined, wrinkled.
"Just a freaky intuition." She smiled.
Her eyes shared his qualitative ease. They stared at one another for a few moments in silence before the maniacal roll of laughter started.
"Ohhh wow," she coughed, dryly.
"You a'ight?"
"Yeah, I just…neddd..drk…drk…" She downed her drink, tossed translucent cubes in her mouth before crunching them down to water, mechanically.
"What's her name?" She regained her breath.
"Jamaican lady." He relented.
"Okay, did she suck your cock this good?"
"NO!" He guided her cool mouth onto his cock.
"MMMFFFFF…" She muffled. Still.
"Please don't stop! I know you want to hear some more… Jamaican lady…okay, uhhhmmm…it was good…she can fuck." He rattled off like a gamed contestant.
"It was sweaty, very physical like a black on black edition of Tarzan and Jane. She got this husband that's all into it and wants to do a 3-way that I'm so not feeling…"
"Is that so? Well, maybe I'm not feeling this anymore." Defiance squeaked through her slit eyes. He positioned against such foolishness and eased himself back into her mouth.
"Okay! I know you want me to…"
She mouthed briefly and then spat his dick out again.
"Of course I want you to! This makes me very fucking horny. Do you not understand how horny this makes me, Darius?"
Her thickness fell in dim light. He could make out the silhouette of her pudgy belly as she wafted to him. The scent of her filled the entire living room.
"Do it…can you do it for me?" She jerked him gently.
"I dunno." He circled his hips.
She licked his shaft vertically. "C'mon! All you have to do is fuck that Jamaican mama while she's sucking her husband's dick. What's so hard about that? But, here's the catch…"
"What's that?"
"She doesn't swallow for you!"
"Why don't I—
"Because your drink belongs to me!"
"Yeah…" Darius caressed her shoulder.
"And because you should be reaming her Jamaican pussy from the back while she sucks her hubby off. Make sure she chokes on his cum. I want you to pull her hair back and make sure it slides down her throat. Can you do that Darius?"
"That's mildly sadistic, but, yes!"
"Remember. Only I get to have your cum."
Deb moved, flickered her tongue down to his testicles. She lapped a mix of warm saliva. Licked his scrotum gently. Suckled each ball, skillfully. She manipulated her pudgy fingers and played with his sensitivity. She stroked the pace up, sounding flesh.
"Anyone ever swallowed for you like this?" She then engulfed him whole.
"Couple of times…but it was never like this…"
She resurfaced and spat out. "What?"
"Said…NEVER LIKE THIS!!!"
"Better believe it!"
"Ever have a three way before?"
"NO!"
"You sound frustrated what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm saying. I'm just adjusting to the idea." He laughed. "You just think you got it like that?"
"Yeah, of course I do!" She eyed him with feel-good intent. She worked her digits into some deep pussy plunges.
"And after your done fucking her you can come right back here and I will suck you off while Peyton fucks my pussy hard from behind. How's that?"
"That sounds too good!"
"Hear me finger fucking this pussy? Huh, Darius. It's so good…it's AAHHHHHH!!!!!"
Her orgasmic walls ushered a rampant dam to disperse. She trickled. He felt her essence splash droplets that landed on a few of his toes.
Though her body loosened, his cock remained still immersed down her throat.
"Alright, whatever you want!" He conceded to her mouth. "Whatever you want!"
She pulled up slowly, breathing heavily and sensing his spasms, rhythmically. She placed the head of his cock up against her fat tongue. She tasted his pre-cum.
She jerked lightly and then switched to churning her wrists, grinding his dick like a black pepper shaker. She intermittently sucked and flickered until she saw telltale signs in beaded spurts.
She marveled at the sight of his elevated jizz, bubbling and pooling from atop.
"FUCK!!!!!" Darius bucked.
"Shhhh…." She curled, wrinkled her lips into an "O." Slurped up his pearly offerings. Consumed this third fill of him. Though small in dosage she kept smacking her tongue in her mouth like she had just downed drops of lemon head cream.
"Alright, I'm good. I need to get my jeans on." Darius blurted out.
"Damn, your going so fast. She collapsed with her back flush against the rug. The candles flickered a show of her pubic-brown tuft. Her breasts flopped back towards her armpits. She lied there pudgy, proud of her body and sex. Proud of the pleasure she brought to Darius.
The ceiling fan re-circulated warm air as Darius hobbled into his pair of Levis. He scooped the cell phone, keys and whatever left of his integrity. He was out the door. Stoned and seeded.
Forgot how he got back to his crib. Forgot he left his belt, bottled water, and a few pipe-full of herbals behind. Forgot he left his jeans bungled to the knees when he passed out on his bed.
Forgot how he made it to the apartment, but he did not forget the sucking Pudgy gave him or how it left him in the state of satiated bliss.
He woke up at seven that night. Cottony mouth. He grabbed a drink of water and checked the alarm clock, blinking, cutting into the dark. He checked his phone mail.
*
Message One: 12:30 p.m.
"What up, Darius? Check this…no word of a lie, I just fucked Lacey. I know its some crazy shit but we was just hanging out during lunch break, smoking a blunt in her car, and, how about your girl just turned around and tongued me.
Yo, we were going at it and I just pulled her to my lap, slid up her black skirt and stuck her. Ohh yeah, the next thing you know, we got freaky and took it outside. She just popped that coochie out and let me hit it from the back. Yo, I tore that caramel pussy up!
Even got to dump my nut in her. No jacket!
Yo, I gotsta go. Hit me up when you get in. By the way, homie, Debbie told me all about what happened last night. My man, Cappuccino… I'm outtie…peace…
probably gonna get fired though…"
Beep!
*
Message Two: 3:30…
"Hi Darius, it's Deb. I hope you don't mind me calling you. I got your number from Peyton, and, speaking of Peyton, we had a good talk today. I guess it made him horny because I just found out he and Lacey got fired for having sex in the parking lot. Not too bright. I mean, what were they thinking…in broad daylight?
Anyways, now I want to fuck him bad for two reasons. Number one: I hate Lacey. She has a big fucking mouth. Number two: If he has the balls to fuck out in the open like that, can you imagine what he would do in the bedroom? I can, that's why I planned it so that we can all get together Friday night after work. It's two days away and I'm feeling tortured. I just thought I'd share that with you. See you tomorrow at work. Bye!"
Beep!
*
Message Three: 7:24pm
"Hey there stranger, it's me, Trinity, just wanted to say hello. I also want to let you know that you left a little souvenir back at the apartment. Your check card fell out and was found by Max. If you'd like to stop by tomorrow afternoon, I'll have it for you."
"So have a good evening, sweetie!"
Beep!
*
After listening to his voice mail, Darius sunk into momentary numbness. He had yet to sort out the overwhelming stimulus his mind, body and cock endured, let alone the three messages calling for his involvement.
He opted for leftover Chow Mein, the crook and comforts of his lazy-boy chair and the insatiable fill of ESPN highlights. The remote wedged somewhere beneath the leather confines; however, he hadn't the required energy to dig.
He tried Peyton's crib several times. No answer. He fell asleep shortly before midnight.
*
As he pulled into the employees' lot on that Wednesday afternoon, it felt as though Darius crossed into a military zone. Security swam through the perimeters abundantly, as the electricians worked on installing coded locks for the gate's entryway.
Every vehicle was suspect. While parking, Darius felt a pair of large eyes molesting his Lincoln Caddy. As he exited his car, Debbie pulled up beside him and lowered the passenger's window.
"Hey!" She leaned over, eyeing him from beneath her black-bug shades.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing much. The fuck is going on in here?" He came closer.
"Heat! Word got back to the corporate offices about last night. Management came in this morning and fired last night's security crew."
"What all four of them?"
"Yeah." She laughs. "Well c'mon, Lacey came strolling in here yelling at everyone. She walked past, like, three security guys and chewed out three supervisors, including Merita.
Not once did anyone from security approach or escort her out. They missed the whole thing, including responding to the call on time."
"I can see why, but, yeah, that's Lacey. Bona fide Ghetto!"
"Too much…and, now we have new guys hired by Rent-A-Cops "R" Us"
