“Dani!” I couldn’t deny it though, not after what had gone on that morning. Then Alain cast his piping bag aside and his mouth covered mine. I fast forgot my embarrassment. Melting, I let him posses my mouth, opening to him just as my thighs were open to Dani. His fingers were in my hair as his tongue teased over mine.
Between my legs, Dani was tonguing my slit, up and down, up and down, bringing my climax closer with every stroke.
Alain moved to lick the chocolate from around one nipple-making me cry out loud-and then lower, until he joined Dani at the juncture of my thighs. Sweat broke out on the back of my neck, my pussy creaming.
Dani shifted to make room for him. Her tongue probed my cunt, while he suckled my clit from above. My hands tightened on the side of the chair, locking me there lest I took off. It didn’t take long. My body wavered, and then it rolled over me, knocking me back in the seat.
When I surfaced, it was to the sight of the pair of them locked in a passionate kiss, right there in front of me. Both of them were on their knees, knee to knee, chest to chest. Dani’s hand was on his belt, stripping it open. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My pussy automatically panged for more.
Soon she had his cock in her hand. It was long and hard and bowed up towards his abdomen. She pushed him onto his back on the carpet and stripped off the rest of her clothing, ready to mount that glorious erection. Sitting on the edge of the seat, my hands clutching at it, I struggled to control my breathing, my body high on the experience. Even while my body was leveling, it was also rising in interest again.
Dani swore aloud when she mounted him, taking that lovely cock inside. As soon as she had him to the hilt, he reached out and touched my hand. When I made eye contact, he gestured. “Sit on my face, please. I want to taste Eve’s chocolate.” He grinned. “I want to be smothered in both of you.”
Fuck! My hands started shaking.
“Oh yes. Eve, I’d love to see that.” Dani began to ride up and down, her hips finding their rhythm on his cock.
Alain gestured again and when I thought about that handsome mouth on my clit I couldn’t resist. Staggering to my feet, I made it over and straddled him, facing Dani. I let him guide me with his hands on my hips until he had me exactly where he wanted me.
The first stroke of his tongue made me cry out, it was too good. The second made me arch and struggle. The third had another orgasm on the horizon.
Meanwhile, Dani was going at it like a jackhammer. I could tell from her expression that she was getting close to her climax. Beneath me, Alain bowed up from the floor, grunting with pleasure, his hands pulling my hips closer. The symbiosis was incredible. I was coming again, fast, and when I hit the jackpot, I felt him move his entire face against me, as I shuddered to completion.
In front of me Dani had clamped down, her hips moving fast as she came. “Oh god, you’re so hard,” she moaned, and then let rip, her knees locked against his sides as she climaxed. Alain tensed beneath me. His fingers tightened on my hips and knew he was coming.
I rolled free a moment later, and I couldn’t help laughing at the mess of chocolate on the three of us. “I hope you have a shower, Alain.”
“Yes, I do,” he replied.
“I hope it’s big enough for three,” Dani added.
“But of course,” he responded, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Dani looked across at me where I was kneeling on the floor. “My only regret is that I didn’t get a photo of you before we messed it all up.”
Alain sat up, wrapped a hand around her neck and gave her a deep kiss. “We can recreate it again, anytime you want.” He looked from one to the other of us, very deliberately. “Anytime you want…”
I couldn’t withhold my smile.
Neither could Dani.
To think I'd gone looking for a box of chocolates! As it turned out, the Chocolatier’s delectable produce was only a small part of what I obtained for Dani’s birthday treat, because we got a sensuous male lover-whenever we wanted-as well.
JACKIE’S BOYS
Chapter 1
Jackie walked in the front door, sweaty, dirty and ready for a shower. She pulled her shirt over her head as she went through the living room. “Damn it!” she muttered to herself. “I forgot to put the laundry in the washer. Lenny’s going to be pissed if he doesn’t have a clean shirt for tomorrow.”
She went through the kitchen to the laundry room, undoing her jeans to throw in the wash. A sexy ass surprised her when she reached the doorway. He was home way early and looking good bent over a pile laundry. “Baby, I’m sorry. I remembered a second ago. Go relax, hon. I’ll get it going.”
He ignored her. She added her clothes to the pile he’d started in front of the dryer, eyeing him. Damn, but he was hot in those loose-legged shorts. Unable to resist, she started to reach up under the leg of his shorts to stroke his dick while he reached for the detergent. With his free hand, he waved her off, grunting. Not to be deterred, she grabbed him, causing him to knock the jug off the shelf. The lid popped off, spilling laundry soap on the floor. Mumbling something she couldn’t understand, he grabbed a towel and bent over to clean up the mess. She caressed his ass, asking, “How about a quickie to tide us over?” She turned around to kick the pile away from the washer so they had a flat surface to screw on. He reached over her as she positioned herself in front of the machine. She rubbed her ass against him, watching him dump the liquid over the clothes in the tub.
Smiling, her body unleashed spasms in anticipation. She grabbed his cock, freeing it from the baggy shorts and brought it to her pussy. He grunted, made noises in an attempt to pull away, but eventually gave in. With his length inside her, she moaned,
“Oh, baby.”
She braced her hands on the machine, thrusting with him. “God, I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His hands gripped her waist as he pounded her like a man who hadn’t had it just this morning. Hanging her head, she welcomed the fire spreading through her like a match to gasoline. She panted. He shuttered, jerked, surprising her by coming so soon. She straightened, turning her head to kiss him. Peanut butter! His breath smelled like he’d eaten a jar. Absurd, he wouldn’t be so stupid, but panic had her pushing at him.
When she whirled on him, he was swallowing hard, and his lips laced with the creamy substance. His glazed blues stared back at her while she registered the tan cord curled up around his face. He never heard a word she said with the music blaring in his ears. She yanked the earpieces out. Ignoring the fact it wasn’t music he listened to, she went off on him, “Are you nuts! Why on earth would you eat peanut butter?” She pulled him into the kitchen to call 911. She saw the jar of peanut butter on the counter with a spoon sticking out of it. “What possessed you?” she asked, reaching for the phone. “You need medical attention before your throat swells completely shut.”
He slammed his hand over the phone, waving her off. Stupefied at his behavior, she watched him fill a glass with water. After downing it, he leaned over breathing hard, drank more then turned around.
“I’m sorry, Jackie. I was hungry and I shoveled it in. I tried to let you know. My mouth was stuck, then the spill and then…well, it was screw you or lose my dick.”
“Randy Wilkerson!” Excited, she ran to husband’s identical twin and hugged him.
“Why didn’t you let me know you were here?” Then her face heated up and she pulled away. “Oh, my god! I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not, why should you be? I haven’t had pussy in months.”
“Look, I’ve been working out back all day. Let me shower then you can tell me why you didn’t let us know you were coming and how long you’ll be home this time…”