Sexaholics (10 page)

The sound of Falon’s slapping flesh and the squeaking of overworked
bedsprings was obvious. It sounded like somebody was fucking somebody. It
smelled like somebody was fucking somebody. Intensely.

“He’s fucking the shit outta me,” Falon yelled for dear
life.

Yep. Somebody was indeed fucking somebody.

“Yeah, you’re taking all this dick. All the way back to the
uterus.”

“Teela, baby, you gotta help me with this man. This is enough
dick-dinner for two.”

Teela smirked. “You look like you’ve got it handled. Just relax.
Take deep breaths and then exhale slowly. You can handle it.”

“Oh hell. I didn’t know what I was getting into.”
Falon’s face showed her pleasurable dilemma.

Reggie said, breathing hard, “Or what
we
were getting into
you, huh? I’m a big boy, but damn, this is my lucky big day. This is the
bomb ass pussy here.” He went at breakneck speed. Or breakpussy speed. His
forehead was laced with sweat.

Teela watched and instructed with a calming voice, “Fuck her slower,
Reggie. Fuck her slower and grind on her. Lean down a bit and grind like you
love her.”

“Grind?” He looked as though his mind was working as hard as his
libido. He readjusted Falon’s legs and Teela reached in, placing her left
hand on Falon’s supple thigh, moving her leg to the side.

Teela told Falon, “Spread your legs out straight, on each side of him.
Reggie, hold her up from underneath her hips, along her butt.”

“My fuckin pleasure.” His colossal hands still weren’t big
enough to cover the meaty flesh of her soft yellow backside. Loose booty spilled
between his manicured fingers.

“No, grind. Slow. And try to hit the top of her pussy. Try to hit it
halfway, not all the way,” Teela said, watching his every move.

He did.

And then Falon’s tone and moan changed. “Oh yeah. Ahh, yes.
Ahhhh, ahhhh. Uh-huh.” She ground counterclockwise back like she was
milking every inch of his slow-moving, smooth dick. “Oh yeah, that shit
feels good.” She gave a deep tongue roll.

Teela came to a stance and got on the floor behind Reggie. She knelt down
upon the dark green, soft-pile carpet and watched Reggie’s long dick enter
Falon’s accommodating pussy, slowly and deeply. The sight brought a rush
to Teela’s cunt and her lips swelled. Her clit had a hard-on. She knew the
feeling all too well that Falon had, the feeling of peeing, but she knew the
truth of what that sensation meant. Teela was feeling it herself. But she knew
that instead of fighting it, she needed to contract her pussy muscles for a
moment and hold it while rubbing her clit button in circles. Getting a close-up
of dick meets pussy, she said, “Fuck her nice. Make her cum. Make
me
cum.” Her voice was deeper. Teela was gearing up.

Falon spoke sultrily. “Oooh, oooh, oooh, baby, your dick is making me
wanna pass out. Tell me your name again baby?”

“Reggie.” He looked down at her soft, sexy face.

“Reggie what?” She looked up at his fine, chiseled face.

“Walker. Reggie Walker.” He got a groove going and an angle going
and a stroke going.

“Ohhh, yeah. God damn, Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me?” She
revved up even more. “Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me? Reggie fucking
Walker, what the fuck?” Her voice shook. “I’m cuming, baby.
I’m cumming.”

Falon cocked her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut, taking it all
in and letting it all out. She squeezed her own nipple while she yelled to free
her pent-up release of girlie ejaculate, pushed like she was giving birth, and
then there was a
squish.

At the same time, Teela bore down like she knew she should, and immediately
pressed her sweet clover fluid from her Skene’s gland, squirting from her
pussy straight out down her leg, his leg, and onto the floor. Reggie felt
Falon’s warm wetness run down his balls, and Teela’s warm wetness on
his calf. He grunted like a caveman. “Ugggggh, shit. Fuck. Fuck. Uuuggg,
hell. Awwwwwwwww, yeah. This shit is cumming hard.
Fuck!
” He
shouted like it was the first and the last pussy he’d ever have in
life.

“Damn,” yelled Falon, feeling his dick expand even more and then
explode, releasing his seed into the condom.

“Oh yes!” yelled Teela, continuing to rub herself. “That is
some of the prettiest shit I’ve ever seen. That is some pretty ass
fucking, Reggie Walker. Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me, too?”

Within ten minutes, Reggie Walker had left the building on cloud nine. Teela
hurried around to get herself together, having just taken a more-than-two-hour
lunch.

Falon lay still in the middle of the bed, on cloud ten. Her wide, round
breasts separated left and right, sliding near her armpits. Her tawny nipples
sprouted from her wide areolas and were still at attention from watching
Teela’s thickness.

She proceeded to suck her own tittie, putting it to her lips with one hand
and sucking on the nipple ring, and played with the hairs of her vagina with her
other hand as she spoke softly: “Listen, Teela. My husband and I have
parties sometimes if you wanna come by and play. He’s a bit of geek just
looking at him, but he knows his way around the bedroom. He’s one of those
nerdy IT executives at Compaq in El Segundo, so he does pretty well for himself.
And I think he’d like you.”

Teela looked her over while clasping her underwire bra. “Sexy Falon,
you know, I have a man and I don’t really explore other men too much. But
to be honest with you, I was thinking the same thing about you and my man. I
think he’d really, really like you. And he knows how to please like no man
I’ve ever met.”

“Well, we just might have to hook that up, the three of us. As long as
you can promise to come to one of our parties soon.”

“Agreed.”

“So Teela, you mean to tell me you don’t play with the
girls?” Falon flicked her nipple with her stiff tongue.

“No. I just like to watch, as you can tell.”

“I see. I understand. I was like that for a while. I do love me some
dick, though.” She continued to watch Teela and gave up on her own
molestation job. “So, what’s his name? Your man, I mean.”

“Austin.”

“Austin, huh? Is he black?”

“Yes, he is. And a good-looking black man at that.”

“I see.” Falon gave a moan like she figured as much. “Not
that it would matter if he wasn’t. Good-looking or black, I mean,
it’s all good. And what does he do?”

“He’s a maintenance supervisor at the community we live
in.”

“Ahhhh, blue-collar, huh?”

“Yeah, girl. He works hard.”

“I see. Well, how about if you set something up and let me know? Maybe
I can even meet you at work one day when you get off.”

“Okay. I’ll let him know.”

“And do I get to watch him with you?” Falon’s eyes shifted
to even more devilish.

“
You
like to watch, too?”

Falon said, “I do. I always say, take my man, please, as long as I can
watch.”

“That’s my very motto. I think we can make that work. With your
sexy ass.” Teela winked.

“Takes one to know one.”

Now fully dressed and with car keys in hand, Teela stepped to the bed as
Falon positioned her lips for a kiss. Instead Teela tapped her on the leg and
said, “I hope to see you later.”

Falon played off the shining on. “You will, foxy vanilla. I had
fun.”

Teela paused and then simply said, “Me, too.” She headed toward
the door, opened it and stepped out, closed it and walked down the hall, down
the stairs, and past the front door, then walked to her car, got inside, started
the engine, and began the drive back to work, all the while feeling satisfied
about her sexual thrill, but also feeling a little bit of a downshift.

Part of it was the usual guilt she felt coming down from her love high. Also
guilt for giving in to an attraction and having sex so impulsively without her
man. The closer she got to her normal life at work, the more she felt the
frustration. And as much as she wanted Austin to experience saucy Falon’s
sexy flavor, she also wondered what was up with the “foxy vanilla”
comment. And the question about Austin being black.

She made a call on her cell. “Hi. It’s Teela Raye. I had a
personal situation to tend to but I’m on my way back. I’ll see you
in a minute. Bye.”

Still, the hairs on the back of her neck were at attention.

Valencia

T
hat evening, as the final hours of
the long day wound down at Cravings Restaurant on the beach next to the
Portofino Yacht Club, Valencia’s thoughts drifted to the reality that in
eight months she would be a wife for life.

After dialing Gregory’s number from the landline phone in the narrow
hallway near the kitchen, Valencia watched her assistant manager, along with two
hardworking busboys and an overworked waitress, wind down from cleaning up the
main portion of the elegant restaurant. Decorated in hunter green and white,
Cravings was known for its signature steak and shrimp, and international
cuisine. The head chef and his assistant were shutting down the state-of-the-art
kitchen area.

“How are you?” Gregory greeted her.

“I’m good,” she replied, leaning against the festive
papered wall. She was wearing black pants and a fitted top, with a black,
pocketed apron. Her hair was tied into a scrunchie that she kept readjusting.
She smoothed her long ponytail as it fell along her back.

“You want to come by for a drink or something?” The sound of
muffled traffic backed up Gregory’s voice.

“No, I’m cool.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired.” She looked down at her feet as the
busboy walked by. Her black, round-toed flats were spotted with stains from the
many beverages and cuisine that had splattered on them throughout the day.

“You can spend the night if you want.”

She thought to herself,
I don’t know why. It’s not like
anything’s gonna happen.
“No. I think I’ll just go home.
Plus I made a list on the computer for some things I need to start doing to get
ready for the wedding. I mean, the hotels in Vegas book up way ahead of time. I
haven’t even done that yet.”

“We haven’t even decided on Vegas yet, have we?”

“I know. Just doing research.”

“Sounds like you do need help. You can’t do everything yourself,
Valencia. Can’t you ask somebody for help?”

“Like who?”

“Like my mom, maybe?”

“Greg, your mamma is having a hard enough time after having hip
surgery. I’ll let her recuperate for a while.”

“While she’s recuperating, she’s available to help.
It’ll give her something to do.”

She crossed her arm over her stomach. “I know. You’re right. But
to be honest with you, I just wish I had my own mamma to call. That’s what
the mamma of the bride is for.”

“True. But like my mom told you, she’s there in your mom’s
absence.”

“She did say that. But my own mamma and poppa should be around to see
their only child finally getting married.”

“Finally? You make it sound like you’re forty.”

“Sometimes it feels like I’m way past forty. Almost like
I’m an old maid with no kids. My mamma had me at the age of eighteen. The
Sanchezes come from a long line of big families. My grandmamma had ten kids. But
my mamma only had me, and then they came to the States and never had more
babies. They were way too busy with the Sanchez restaurants.” She watched
her employees hustle in the main room.

“Valencia, you’ll grow up with our kids just fine. You’ve
been busy with your career for a while, but not like they were. You’ve got
time.”

“I know, but that was my parents’ problem. I wanna make sure
I’m not like them. That restaurant was their first love, if you ask me.
They didn’t take the time to keep an eye out and give the attention where
it was needed. That time is irreplaceable. You won’t catch me doing that
when we have kids.”

“That’s good to know. Look, I know all of this brings up those
deep-down feelings. But I’m here for you. You got that?”

She stood up straight. “Thanks. I’ve got it. I’m good. You
know what? Yeah, come on by, baby.”

“Okay. When?”

She checked the gold Movado watch Gregory had bought her. “How about in
a couple of hours? I need to take care of some stuff here. You know, go over the
books once everyone leaves.”

“That’ll be midnight.”

“Is that okay?”

“I guess in the morning I could just head to my staff meeting from your
house. I’ll see you in a little while, then.”

“Okay.”

“Bye, baby. Love you.”

“Love you.” Valencia hung up and went into her small office near
the back door. Taking hold of her satchel and sweater, she spoke to her
assistant manager, who was walking by. “Hey, listen, I’m headed out.
You got this?”

“I do,” the fifty-something woman said. “No
problem.”