Shattering the Myth (33 page)

After a few moments of him feeding off my breasts, pouring some of the frozen daiquiri on my nipples and sucking it off, I unwrapped my legs and stood down in the pool. I gave Sutton a peck on the lips and then disappeared underneath the water, pulling his swimming trunks down as I went. He kicked his trunks completely off, and they too ended up floating on the water. I took his dick in my mouth underwater and started sucking on it. When I took it the entire way in and started deep-throating it, the echo of the water intensified his moans.

I stayed down there as long as I could without taking in too much water with my nose and then popped my head back up above the surface. I wasn't surprised to see everyone was paying avid attention. More people had joined the crowd from
upstairs and the pool outside. I could understand the thrill; I love to watch other people getting their freak on myself.

Sutton told me to turn around, so I did, and put my hands on the edge of the pool while he ripped my thongs off and threw them on the tile. He started caressing my rotund ass cheeks and pressing his dick up in between them. Then he pulled my ass out toward him some more, knelt down a little in the water so the head of his dick could find my pussy lips, and pushed it up in me.

I reached my right hand up over my shoulder and started rubbing his bald head while he fucked me slowly underneath the water. He picked up a steady pace, reached around, and started pinching my nipples. I loved that shit!

People were saying things like, “Damnnnnnnnn!” Look at this shit!” and “You go, girl!” Then there were the sexually repressed and threatened women who were urging their men to leave or go to another room so they couldn't watch. As usual, I didn't give a fuck about any of them, 'cause I was getting mine.

The sensation of being fucked underwater made me cum within minutes, but Sutton kept working his dick in me until my moans grew so loud, I almost scared myself. About ten or fifteen minutes later, he finally came all over my water-covered ass.

We spent the next few minutes caressing each other all over and asking some of the pertinent questions we should've been asking before we fucked, like name, marital status, involvement situation, etc. After getting all that out the way, we realized neither of us had any balls and chains, so it was all good.

Sutton suggested we get out of the pool and go sit by the fire. As we walked over to the seating area, men were giving him high fives and slaps on the back like crazy. Most of the women were staring at me, but my friend Faye, the one giving the party, was laughing her ass off. “Page, you're just too wild, Sis!”

I just looked at her, curled my lips into a smile, and kept on going. Sutton and I sat down on the bearskin rug by the fire, water droplets still covering us both, since we hadn't bothered to dry off with towels. I started rubbing his dick up and down the shaft, hoping it would get hard again.

After some well-spent effort, it did, and he fucked me again on the rug in front of everybody. He took my ass the second time around. People are a trip. They always talk about the things they would never ever do in a million years, but are gung-ho when it comes to watching it.

Sutton and I dated for a few months, but he was in the military and was sent overseas, so that was the end of it. We had the time of our lives while it lasted, and I miss him terribly. However, life goes on, and so did my sexual escapades. You can't keep a sexual diva like myself down.

I only have one piece of advice. If you have a good man with a good heart and, most importantly, a good dick, don't let other women anywhere near him. One of these days, you might fuck around and let a nymph like me in the front door. Scary thought, huh? I'm only one of many, so you better watch your back!

I've always
loved
sex. The look on a man's face when he cums. The way his entire body shivers and loses control. The way his knees tremble and almost buckle under him. I don't know what it is, but there's something so stimulating about it that just drives me wild.

I don't have time for the love and relationship part, though. My career keeps me much too occupied for that. So whenever I can get a break in my busy work schedule, I check out a couple of the local nightclubs, if that's what you want to call them. I prefer to call them juke joints, 'cause I live right smack in the middle of the country, and the men that frequent the clubs around here are what one might call country bumpkins. There are no ambulances here, just
bamalances
. But hey, it's all good, 'cause the majority of them know how to fuck big-time for small-town homies.

I live in the heart of Alabama, and trust me, it's true what they say about the Alabama black snakes. They love to devour things, if you get my meaning. I've been here for two years, moving into town to work at the local perfume factory as a
chemical engineer. I came straight from my college dormitory in Texas after graduation. It's a cool little town. The kids keep out of trouble, they have fish fries, hot dog and chicken dinner sales at the local churches, and three or four little parades a year down Main Street. We even have a little bandstand in the town square. Looks like something out of a Southern romance novel.

One night about a month ago, I was mad bored after getting home from a late night at the plant. I had worked overtime trying to get this new line of rosewater together. I got home about 11
P.M
. It was too early to crash, and there wasn't a dayum thing on cable. Since it was a Saturday night, I decided to throw on a skimpy little outfit and hit this hole in the wall called Toasties. A local black police officer and his wife own it. They're cool peeps, and the place is all right. You pay a $3. 00 cover charge and get all the free beer you can guzzle down. There are a dozen or so tables scattered around the little place. The entire club is no larger than most people's living rooms. Like I said, a juke joint. I'm sure some of you from the country can relate to what I'm saying.

So there I was, chillin' in a black crop top with a little glitter pattern going on and some black skintight shorts. Yeah, I was looking kind of hoochie that night, but don't knock shit you've never tried. Whenever I went there, I saw basically the same dayum people, and I never really fit in. Let's just say you can tell I'm not from around these parts. It wasn't surprising that pickin's were slim as it pertained to possible dick action. Most of the attractive men in the country get snapped up and dragged to the altar by the time they turn twenty-one. But you can luck out and find some good prospects every now and then.

None of my usual dick action was in the house that night, so I knew I would have to improvise. The DJ, who still had a Jheri curl in the Year of Our Lord 1999, was playing “Flashlight,” and the pimp daddies were shaking their asses on
the floor with their hot mommas. It was a trip. Then I spotted them come in the door. The taller of the two I'd seen in there before a couple of times but never talked to. The shorter one I didn't recognize. They both looked like rough riders, so I targeted my marks. Hell, two dicks are always better than one.

I was standing against the wall over by the ladies' lounge, which is really a bathroom so small that you can barely get your ass in there and close the door. Plus, the door doesn't lock, so you have to maneuver and shit by squatting and holding the door shut at the same time so another woman can't open the door, exposing your ass to the entire joint. When they walked past me, the shorter one winked at me, I smiled at him, and gave him the look. You know, the look where you tell a man how much you want to fuck the shit out of him without having to utter a word. That one look was all it took.

I'm gonna cut to the chase. It turns out that their names are William, the tall one, and Tom, the shorter one, and they're first cousins. Tom, who's about five-foot-nine, light skin with curly brown hair and hazel eyes, was visiting his cousin, William, who's about six-two, caramel, with a nice fade and deep brown bedroom eyes, from out of town. Tom's from Maryland and was down for the weekend.

The three of us sat around the juke joint for an hour or so, chitchatting and dancing whenever the DJ decided to take a walk on the wild side and step into the '90s with some hip-hop. We were all drinking beer out the ass and lost count on how many we guzzled down. It was hot as all hell in there. Peeps really started crowding in there about midnight, until we were cramped in there like a can of sardines.

We were chillin' at the table we had managed to scramble for over in a dark corner, watching and ogling at several couples slow-dragging off some Marvin Gaye. By that time, we
were all feeling good and horny. I was sitting between the two of them. Tom leaned over and yelled in my ear. I could hear him over all the music, “Is your pussy sweet?” I looked him in the eyes and asked him, “Do you wanna find out?”

He took me totally off guard by reaching underneath the tablecloth and pulling my legs open. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Yeah, let me find out right now!” He managed to get a finger into the side of my shorts, which wasn't easy considering how tight they were, and fingered my pussy with it. Then he took his finger out and licked it dry. I was in shock, but turned on at the same time. Tom yelled in my ear, “Ummm, you are sweet! But I want to suck on the whole thing! Can I?”

I said, “Sure!” He started fingering me again and sucking on my earlobe. About that time, William, who had been watching the action on the dance floor, turned his attention toward us and noticed what was going on. He saw Tom's hand between my legs and then saw him pull his finger out and suck on it again. William and Tom looked at each other for a brief second. I guess they must've had a secret body language thing going on, because William decided to take his turn without even asking. He fingered me and tasted me too.

This went on for a good ten, fifteen minutes. We were getting out of hand and beginning to draw attention. They were both sucking on my ears, one on each side, and fondling my breasts and my pussy and all that. We decided to bounce up out of there.

I left my car at the juke joint and rode with them, sitting in the backseat with Tom while William drove us back to his apartment. Tom and I tongue-kissed, and he sucked my breasts on the way there. My nipples could have cut diamonds, they were so hard. By the time we pulled up to William's crib, I had Tom's dick down my throat. We stayed in the car until I was finished sucking him off and he came down my throat.

We went inside William's apartment, which is laid out nicely. He has a cozy little one-bedroom about ten minutes from my place. Of course, in a small town, no one and nothing is more than fifteen minutes away. It's just as easy to drive around town and pay your water, electric, phone, and cable bills as it is to mail them.

William took me to bed first. I guess he won that honor by default, since it was his place, and since Tom already got a jump start with the blow job in the car. There was no need for a bunch of words. We all knew the dilly and why I was there. Besides, like I said before, I have no time for the love and relationship part. I prefer to get straight down to fucking. So we did.

William was a pretty good lover, as good as a man can be when he's drunk. When he kissed me, I noticed that his tongue texture was rough, like he'd burned it recently or something. Everything happened kind of fast, going from the kisses to the nipple sucking to him eating me out for a few. He didn't ask me to suck his dick. He opted to go ahead and stick it in. His fucking technique was okay, but he came way too quickly. I was thinking to myself, “Dayum, yet another two-minute brother!”

Tom, on the other hand, was a great lover. William got up and went in the living room while Tom came in the bedroom, already butt-naked, and worked his way backward from his cousin, spreading my legs wide open without uttering a word and proceeding to suck my pussy good, and for a long time, too. Then he feasted on my nipples, one at a time, sucking on them like a newborn baby. He kissed me with the taste of my pussy on his mouth. He was a much better kisser than his cousin. His tongue was soft and thick, and I enjoyed it very much.

Tom did the daddy longstroke on my pussy, grinding his dick into me nice and slow. He lasted much longer. He was far from a two-minute brother, and he hit it from all sides: the front, the
back, and with me lying on my side. But, he really tore my pussy up when he fucked me doggy-style. He grabbed my ass cheeks with a kung fu grip and tore it up just the way I like it. That shit makes me cum so hard. Ummmm, if I was gonna ever take on a long-term lover, Tom would've been the one. Unfortunately, I knew that was out the fucking question, since he was only here for the weekend. I decided to just enjoy him while he was here.

Tom and I fucked and sucked on each other for hours. William's sorry ass must've gone out in the living room and passed out on the couch, drunk. He didn't reappear until almost sunrise. Like most men, he woke up with a hard-on and came back for some more.