Groupsex. THERE ARE SOME GIRLS YOU REALLY CAN’T PLACE A FINGER ON, AND YOU KNOW IT.
There is good, there is bad, and even downright evil. But what do you call something that interlaces itself between all three, changing forms smoothly like a worm burrowing into earth? Sarah was that enigma. We had met in a mall on a cold night about two weeks ago. I pushed my cart through the vertical space that flanked the sections, a little irritated that they had to place the spirits and wine section last. That was when I saw her, brooding over a bottle of Argan hair oil. Our eyes met, and her lips parted into the most beautiful smile.
Beauty comes in ranges, like a stubborn concept that refuses to be constrained by definition. A diastema could make one woman look like a queen, but it could be unflattering on the face of another- looking very much akin to a broken tooth. A birthmark that was a tiny black dot on the nose, faint makeup, oval shaped eyes that glowed as if she was permanently excited, and surprisingly, dreads that fell in long strands and grazed her bottom as she walked towards me. All of these features would have culminated into something not too attractive on another woman, but on Sarah, it looked planned.
Premeditated. Like a meticulous wood carver had dedicated his life to file her curves and edges to perfection. “Hey, stranger.” She called out and waved her hands that looked like they had never known hardness at me. “Hello.” I replied, a little shaken. Her mere presence overwhelmed me, and all the lines, all the damn smooth lines left me at that point. I wished I had written them out on a flash card. “I know this is really awkward but, I was wondering if you could help me out. Should I go with this, or this?” She thrust two bottles of body lotion towards me. Her voice had a delicate lilt to it, bouncing off every word with a faint hint of loveliness.
I chuckled. There were women milling around the mall, including attendants. Why had she picked me? “Uhm, I think I’d go with the blue one. I’m not exactly sure, but I’ve seen my girlfri… I mean, sister use it. she glows, just like you do. I think it’s a thing with beautiful brown skinned women.” I almost punched myself for the slip up. She laughed and threw her head back. “You do pay a lot of attention to details. I’m impressed. My name is Sarah by the way.” “I’m Henry.”
“Cool. It’s really nice to meet you. So can I see you some other time? Would that be possible?”
My mouth almost hung open in shock. Where did they make girls like this? With the boldness, the complete abandon and outright horniness? But I could be wrong. Perhaps she was just vying for a pure, unadulterated friendship. You never know with these women. “Sure.” I said, and we exchanged phones so we could type in our numbers. I froze when I saw her wallpaper. It was a picture of naked girls, engaging in what I can only describe as hot sex.
Their lips were locked in a kiss, and one had her fingers in the expanse between the legs of the second girl.
I looked up and Sarah held my gaze for what seemed like hours. She grinned. “It’s really nice to meet you, Henry.”
Sarah and I hit it off quickly, with whatsapp propelling the relationship into something I couldn’t understand. The ice broke on a Sunday. I had asked if she was going to church, and she replied; I think I’d rather just pray. On my knees. With you in my mouth.
I was used to her antics by now, but still my dick rose and pushed against my briefs, and a shiver ran through me. My heart raced with the anticipation of her mouth going up and down the shaft of my dick, her warm smooth hands working its way around my body that would finally find its way into her wet pussy, finally resulting in hot sex to seal the deal. Her chats were suggestive, and sometimes, so complex to the point of being frustrating.
When I asked what she meant by her last message, she had pointedly said that it meant she would be committing me into prayers, by mentioning my name to the holy spirit. It didn’t take long for her to become completely kinky. Through the adult chat, I learnt little but crazy details about her. For starters, she had a habit of walking naked around the house. I could almost picture it- her calculated steps, her long dreads behind her, each strand grazing the roundness of her bottom, her boobs; perky and inviting. In all of this, she kept sending me pictures of naked girls in different positions, and I was forced to ask if she had bisexual inclinations.
It was during a video call session that I asked her. She laughed and gave an evasive reply. Something about girls and fingers and fake vibrators. I was too distracted to hear what she was saying. She went on, twirling a strand of her dread and laughing excitedly. And then she asked, “Would you mind if I stripped, right here, in front of this camera? You wouldn’t mind now, would you, Henry?”
I swallowed. “No. Not at all.” She shrieked in delight. “Now, don’t be a naughty boy, okay? No screen grabs.”
I was about to protest how I would never do such a thing and she placed a finger on her lips and moved back to let me have a clearer view. She wore a loose silk gown that showed the contours of her body, and accentuated every movement. She pulled a strap down, and laughed. All the time, her eyes were fixed on me, as though she were willing me into a trance. She took two steps towards me and was about to pull the second strap down, when the screen went into a blur, and the connection was lost. I cursed AT&T Internet Services under my breath and took to calling her repeatedly.
I ditched whatsapp and took to calling her mobile. Her voice was husky over the phone. “Henry, it’s a really big shame how poor the networks are in your area.” I grunted in agreement. What was a man to do? “Can we do this another time?” I chipped in, afraid she would say no. “Yea, of course. But I should tell you this. My last boyfriend had something wrong with his dick, so he used to eat me out and do magic with his fingers.” She laughed. “He was a guitarist.” she added. “So, the thing is, you have to be everything Henry. You don’t know how bad I want you in this wet pussy.” Her voice was a whisper now, and I almost lost control.
“That’s perfect. So when would we see? And about what happened today, can we do it again? Maybe a adult chat would suffice. You decide.”
She chuckled. “Yea, I’ll show you in person.”
We fixed a date!
SHE SLIPS AND CHANGES, AND YOU CAN’T GET A HOLD OF HER.
Sarah stayed away for one week, and in that time, I grew closer to my girlfriend, Cynthia. The episode with Sarah had thrown us apart for a while, but when I apologized through text that ensued in a mind blowing adult chat, I knew I hadn’t lost her. She showed up at my place the next day with a bottle of baileys and an air of sex appeal. Cynthia and I were driven by a small death. Once, we were driving on a road at night on the way back from a party. She had suddenly texted; lick my pussy, and we had to park just to have hot sex at the backseat of the car. By 3:00am. If there was ever a contest for a period when there was an abundance of hot sex, the break up and make up period would have it. Cynthia rang the doorbell and as soon as I answered, she dropped the baileys on the sofa and made for my lips with a raving hunger. The want, the intensity and the pure madness was almost palpable.
She pulled off my T shirt with ease, but struggled with her jeans. We whirled around the apartment, breaking things in our path. She bumped against a wall, and moaned in impatience as I struggled with the latch on her bra, and we ended on the kitchen counter. Cynthia sat atop it and straddled me with her legs. I bent and sucked on each of her erect nipples, inhaling her cologne and feeling the heat that made her weave cling to her back.
“Lick my pussy.” She whispered into my ear, as she traced the tip of her tongue across my jugular to my ear lobes. It left me with a tingle and an urge to lap up her very essence. Her thighs, the caramel skin that glistened with heat, her wet pussy. We made for the bedroom blindly, preoccupied by the thought of what was to be, and the way our bodies clung to each other.
Cynthia laid on the white sheets, and parted her thighs. Today, she ignored the art work of naked girls that hung in the corner of my room. I was faced with a pink moistness, and a budding desire to make her scream for dear life. I teased the tip of her clit with my tongue, made my way down to her slick wet pussy, and pushed. The effect was startling. She grabbed the sheets with strength, and groaned.
She grabbed a pillow and pressed it to her face to suppress a scream. I kept on working my way around her vulva, and simultaneously stretched my hands across her torso, so I could tweak her nipples.
“Fuck it, Henry! Right there. That’s the damn spot.” She screamed with her voice strained in the throes of pleasure. I circled the tip of her clit with my tongue and kept hitting her spot till she began to cry and shiver.
I paused. “What do you want, Cynth?”
“You. I just want you to fill up this wet pussy. I want you to make me cum. I want you to lick my pussy, make me squirt all over your face. A whole goddamn triple orgasm.”
“Are you sure?” I asked as I traced my finger up her belly, and into the valley between her boobs. “Yes. Please.” Her voice was a faint whisper, and her eyes shimmered with tears and want.
“Work for it.” I had seen a lot of naked girls, but Cynthia’s body left me mesmerized every time. I was reminded of this as she stood up and pushed me down on the bed, taking control like an alpha female. A tigress. Or a praying mantis that cuts off the head of her partner before proceeding to mate. She made me lay face up, nibbled on my ears, then slowly guided my dick into her wet pussy. She almost rode me into oblivion. I reached out to grab her boobs that jiggled in front of me. She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy, then rode faster till we collapsed atop each other.
That was when we heard the doorbell. We paused midway, startled by the sudden intrusion. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and Cynthia knew that too. I got off the bed and wore my briefs quickly, while Cynthia sat crossed leg on the bed, smoking a cigarette I hadn’t seen her come in with. She ran her hands through her hair and glared at me. “This wasn’t what we discussed in the adult chat. But go on. Go check it out.” I left and half ran towards the front door, desperate to put the distraction behind me.
I peeped through the key hole, and there was Sarah, twirling a strand of her dreadlock in that threateningly seductive way.
ONE COULD BE FUN, BUT TWO IS A PARTY!
When people think of threesomes without prior experience, it’s almost like a burden. They are usually invested in the idea that one party would be left out, that the throes of pleasure from the sizzling hot sex would be enjoyed by two people, while the last would be left with only the smell of sex on their skin, and a few touches here and there. It was different with us.
When Sarah entered, filling the house with the scent of roses from her skin, I had thought Cynthia would get mad and leave. I had already begun to prepare an apology in my head, when the most interesting thing happened.
I was pissed at Sarah for the sudden disappearance, but I couldn’t stay angry for too long. She walked through the house confidently, and kept dropping comments on how lovely it was. She made it to the bedroom and found Cynthia. I was about to burst into a fit when I recognized something on their faces. It was ornery and held the promise of a risqué. Of an unlikely attraction that didn’t need any explanation. It just existed like a wild throbbing hunger. Sarah was hesitant, but everyone seeks pleasure in different forms, and a hot sex with a lot of variety was certainly not something to miss out on. But I didn’t want her to feel compelled to do it.
“Sarah…” I began, but she placed a finger on my lips and hushed me. “Sisters before misters.”
She began taking off her clothes, and soon I stared bewildered at the two naked girls in my bedroom. Cream skin against chocolate. They started kissing and soon began to moan in unrestrained pleasure. They traced the contours of their bodies and sucked on whatever skin was available. Sarah sucked on two of Cynthia’s hard nipples, traced her tongue down across her belly, and went down on her knees and began to suck her clit.
“Yea…lick my pussy.” Sarah moaned. They made it to the bed somehow, and I grabbed a chair, sat down, and jerked off to the sound of their combined moans, and the incredibly sexy view of the two naked girls writhing on my bed. They did a sixty-nine. Sarah sat on Cynthia’s face as she worked on her wet pussy. The sound of tongue hitting moist flesh filled the room, and before long, I could see the hot white fluid dripping out of their cunts. Sarah got off first and faced me. Her face dripped with fluid and her hair stood out in disarray. It was even more sexy.
“Care to join us?” she whispered as she crawled across the sheet on all fours, to where I stood at the edge of the bed, dick in hand. I had never envisaged this in the adult chat with any of them. The spontaneity and mere sinfulness of it made my temperature rise.
Oral sex was Cynthia’s fetish, so it came as no surprise that she kept murmuring; lick my pussy, lick my pussy… Henry, lick my damn wet pussy. Anybody.
Sarah took charge and laid her spread eagled on the bed, and began to lick, suck, and tongue fuck her way through the creamy white fluid that dripped from her vagina. She was bent over doggy style, so I took to hitting her from behind.
Sarah was tight as a brand new Lexus or whatever wounds its way around your cock. Warm and wet. Her butt cheeks were firm but still soft under my hands. It bounced as I thrust harder, and vibrated lightly whenever I spanked it.
“Faster, Henry. Screw me. Rip out the insides! Yes!” Sarah screamed. We kept at it till we both came, our bodies writhing with pleasure in unison. Cum dripped out of her wet pussy when I pulled out. White against her chocolate skin. The air reeked of sex, and our bodies shimmered with sweat. We continued as though propelled by an invisible force. I took Sarah into the bathroom, hoisted her against the walls, and fucked her till her tears mingled with the warm water from the shower.
I slammed against Cynthia’s wet pussy on the bed, as I fingered Sarah who laid adjacent to her and was preoccupied with fiddling with her boobs.
At one point, I think we had ecstasy pills but the memory of it is vague. The last thing I remembered was waking up, and realizing that they were both gone.
IT NEVER REALLY ENDS. DOES IT?
Cynthia never officially ended the relationship, but me met whenever we could. In covert little places, we stole kisses. But Sarah remained at large. She always seemed to pop into my life whenever she pleased, which could be in months. She never kept one phone number. Sometimes she reached me with international numbers, other times she sent messages and nudes to my email. They were never solicited.
It was strange, how it happened. I sat one Saturday evening on a newly opened bar on the outskirts of town. The bartender was overly friendly in a way that got on my nerves, and I just wanted to drink in peace. A lady in white took the sit next to me and whispered; Ask the lord for anything, and he will surely provide. I turned to face her, and it was Sarah. Her dreads were piled on her hair and wrapped in a silk scarf. I smirked.“How about a good hard fuck. Would he provide that?”
I leaned in closer and stared into her eyes. “Would you?” She shivered and parted her lips as I slid my hands across her thighs. And I knew she would.