Page 25 of Lovetown, USA

Lane

“I owe you from last time,” I say to Shayla.

“No you don’t. You ain’t doin’ a damn thing cuz you owe it. Do it cuz you want it.”

I nod, swallowing hard.

Why am I nervous?

“So do you want a taste or nah?”

“Yeah. Come on. Sit on my face.”

She smiles, exchanging an amused look with Trey. “I should probably be on my back. I squirt.”

“Jesus,” Trey says under his breath, sending me and Shayla into a laughing fit.

“You’re a big boy,” I tease as Shayla takes her clothes off. “You can handle it.”

“You right,” he says. “Yall do you. I’ll get in where I fit in. I ball, remember?”

“Come on,” I urge Shayla. “Going once, going twice…”

“Alright,” she says in a voice that sounds more skeptical than confident.

I scoot down to the middle of the bed, lying flat on my back as she crawls her way up, pausing to kiss my nipples, then my lips. She goes to move again, but I shake my head, grabbing her face, sucking her tongue into my mouth so I can get my taste.

While I tongue her down, I open my eyes, staring at Trey. He’s a big boy, alright, standing perfectly still as he watches us. His dick looks like it’s ready to bust, but he’s controlling it. He hasn’t touched himself once. That discipline is sexy as fuck. I’m impressed.

I finally release Shayla, and by the time she reaches my face, I’m ready.

Her pussy isn’t bare like mine, but the hair is cut low enough not to be a hindrance.

She’s wet and swollen, and since I’m a big girl, I grab her hips and pull her to me.

Tongue out, mind open. Legs, too. Then I go in.

I treat her pussy like I want mine to be treated, licking and sucking until I hear her moan and feel her body move and I know I’m on the right track.

She tastes slightly sweet like me. I like this. She likes this.

Fuck. Trey’s warm, wet mouth closes around my toes. It distracts me for a second before I get myself together. I can multitask, no problem.

I suck her clit.

Trey sucks my toes.

I slide two fingers inside her as Trey pushes my thighs wide open. I’m eating her. Now he’s eating me. It’s a pussy buffet in this bitch.

I’ve had two orgasms already, so I’m almost positive she’ll finish first, but once again, Trey proves me wrong. When I cum, I pause so I don’t die, but Shayla screams, “Don’t stop!” and I know I have no choice.

I squeeze my eyes shut and push past my own pleasure, licking and fingering her until she starts gasping.

I feel it coming on my fingers, so I go harder, not stopping, even when she screams. Not stopping when her body goes stiff.

Not stopping when something warm and wet hits my nose and drizzles down the side of my face.

I don’t even stop when she tells me to. That tenacity I have doesn't end with journalism, I suppose.

She rolls off of me, collapsing onto her back, while I feel a surge of energy when my eyes meet Trey’s. I sit up, curling a finger to call him over to me. He’s such a gentleman; he grabs his t-shirt, using it to wipe my face. I swing my legs around, planting my feet on the floor.

“Come here,” I say. “You’re next on my list.”

He chuckles as he approaches me, dick-first and eager.

As he stares down at me, I stick my tongue out and slowly roll it around the head of his dick.

He groans softly, cupping my chin with one hand, tangling the other in my hair.

I tease him a little, coaxing more sounds out of him before I go ahead and take him all the way to the back of my throat.

“Ssssssshit,” he hisses. “Goddamn. You know what you doin’.”

That, I do.

I suck him, fondle his balls, and jack him off at the same damn time. I’ve only been going for a few minutes when he stops me, his abs contracting from the deep breaths he’s taking.

“Fuck, I’m not done,” he says breathlessly. “You too good at that shit. I can’t control it.”

I smile up at him, giving his dick one last kiss. “I thought you were a big boy.”

“Don’t play with me,” he grits. “I’m serious.”

“Sounds like he means it,” Shayla says, her voice raspy. “You can play with me, though.”

I crawl on top of her, resting my body weight on her, loving the way it feels to be in her arms. I kiss her again, caressing her tongue with mine.

I feel her legs open under me, the heat emanating from her core, the wetness on her inner thighs.

Instinctively, my body moves, sliding against hers, breast to breast, pussy to pussy.

The bed dips as Trey settles beside us. When I glance over at him, he’s finally relinquishing control; his dick is in his hands, pumping slowly while he watches us intently.

I reach over, stilling his hand as I sit up. His eyebrows raise. I smile, let my mouth fill with saliva, and spit it all onto his dick. He grins and restarts, and while I’m up, I get in a better position, ready to ride Shayla’s pussy the right way.

Now, we’re clit to clit, and that’s all it takes to get us both moaning loudly while Trey jacks off, groaning even louder.

We’re so wet, the sound of our pussies fills the small gaps between moans.

It’s so fucking arousing watching us all getting ourselves off.

Me and Shayla grind slowly, softly, tongue kissing and playing with each others’ nipples.

Trey keeps taking breaks, edging himself, prolonging his pleasure.

He won’t cum until he’s inside me, I know that, but he’s having his fun while I’m having mine.

“Wait…fuck…” Shayla moans. “Choke me. Choke me while I cum.”

I grab her neck, sitting up a little so I can see the mess we’re making. White cream everywhere, fat swollen pussy lips, engorged clits. It’s beautiful, and it feels fucking amazing .

She cums quietly while I squeeze her neck, eyes rolling back, body jerking. I feel it, the pulse of her pussy against mine, and I follow right behind her.

After, I roll off, landing on my back in the middle.

Trey kisses me first, then passes me to Shayla, who kisses me just as passionately.

I go back and forth a few times, loving the action on both sides.

She’s soft where he’s hard, gentle where he’s rough.

My body’s still humming, my mind still racing.

“Turn over,” Trey says, deep and raspy.

I turn on my stomach, smiling when he grips my hips and pulls me to my knees. I arch for him, locking eyes with Shayla. We seem to agree silently, then I nudge Trey backward so she can position herself in front of me.

He pushes the head in slowly, stretching me out. Without warning, he enters me all the way, thrusting himself so deep, I cry out. Shayla kneels in front of me, threads her fingers through my hair, and dips her head to capture my tongue.

Trey rocks in and out of me, cursing when I throw it back. He slaps my ass, while Shayla replaces her tongue with her nipple, sliding it into my mouth. It hardens on my tongue, which I swirl around it, making her moan.

“Fuck!” Trey yells out behind me. “I can’t stay in this shit much longer. Goddamn.”

“Control it,” Shayla snaps. “You can do it, Trey. Matter of fact, fuck her harder.”

I pop off her breast, moving to the other one to show it some love. I suck while Trey fucks and Shayla touches herself, playing with her pussy, chasing another one.

He fucks me harder, faster, then slows up, slapping my ass again. Shayla cums, falling backwards against the headboard, her eyes squeezed shut. With my mouth free, I look behind me, smiling at Trey as he tries his hardest not to unravel.

“That’s the best you can do?” I tease. “That ain’t much.”

He puts a hand on the back of my neck. “I told you not to play with me.”

And just like that, my face is smashed into the mattress and Trey is pounding my pussy into oblivion.

My muffled screams make no difference, nor do my fingers as they claw at the sheets.

He’s relentless and I’m loving it, every thrust, every jolt to my spine, every curse and grunt tearing from his throat.

If I could talk, I’d tell him how much I love his dick, how good it feels to feel how out of control he is, how I can’t wait to feel him cum in me.

But I can’t, because I’m still face down, ass up, and he probably wouldn’t hear me anyway, because Shayla’s still moaning, and his balls are loud as they slap against my ass.

Finally, he slams into me with a roar, and I moan with him, because I feel him throbbing inside me and it feels so damn good. This goes on for longer than usual, but at least I can breathe now because his hands are gripping my hips, holding me still while he empties himself inside me.

It’s quieter now, with only the sounds of us breathing filling the air. We each lay flat on some part of the bed, limp, our energy depleted, but deeply, deeply satisfied.

Shayla moves first, padding off to the restroom. I stay right where I am in the middle of the mattress. Trey lays down next to me, throwing an arm over his eyes. I look over at him, smiling in triumph.

When Shayla returns, she reaches into her nightstand, then lays on her back on the other side of me.

She lights a blunt and takes a pull before offering it to me.

Just like last time, I shake my head. To my surprise, Trey looks over and holds out his hand, and they pass it right over me.

I smile watching him inhale a few puffs before passing it back to her.

The three of us stare up at the ceiling, saying nothing.

Until I break the silence.

“Shay, do you always smoke after sex?”

“I usually smoke before,” she murmurs. “It’s more intense.”

“Facts,” Trey says.

I turn to look at him. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

He smiles up at the ceiling. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, baby girl.”

“Okay, then tell me something.”

He reaches across my chest and takes the blunt from Shayla, taking a pull, blowing the smoke straight up. “What do you wanna know?”

“Hmmm…” I trail off as I start to feel lighter. “What would it take to truly make you happy?”

“Oh, she’s getting philosophical on us,” Shayla teases.