Sexpressions: Green Book

By Tean Swington

SEXpression is a sexy, fun erotically thought provoking collection of stories that challenge the reader to rediscover thier everyday sexiness. The characters are bold, in your face( and a bunch of other places), types that will leave the reader saying "that reminds me of so and so".

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 31, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257293469

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Swington

PEEPING TOM

Voyeurism. I laugh every time I hear the word. That’s one of the reasons I like these more modern, hip times in which we live. Everything has a new, sexier label; butt fucking is now called anal sex, blowjobs are referred to as oral sex, and faggots are homosexuals. What’s next? Sex with a midget - wait they’re called little people - being called miniature intercourse?

At least I know what I am; I’m a Peeping Tom. I can’t help it. I like watching people doing things. I’d rather it be sex that I am watching, but I’ll watch people doing just about anything. I really can’t think of the last time I peeped. Looking through my telescope is the closest I’ve ever come to doing that. And even then I’m not peeping. I have an expensive set up with a lens that allows me to see in the dark. I got it at a Fishing and Hunting Convention. I really wasn’t aware of the big need to fish and hunt at night, but I guess these are the times we live in.

Being a Peeping Tom is also the reason I bought my condominium downtown. With all these high-rises, a person is bound to see something of interest sooner or later. When I first moved here, I was disappointed. But after studying my favorite people, I soon learned when and where to look and that’s when everything fell into place. After finding targets for my obsession, I acquired a routine. I turn my radio on to a smooth jazz station, adjust my lights and blinds and begin to watch. I’d like to lie and say this helps me think, but the truth is I’m a Peeping Tom, plain and simple, who gets his jollies from watching other people get down.

When I first started, I’d leave the light in my living room on and people would notice me watching. It took several occasions of me getting caught in the act for me to learn to be more discreet. Now I close my blinds slightly and turn the lights off. It may not seem like a lot, but you would be surprised at how many other Toms I see through my telescope looking back at me, standing in a full picture window with every light in the apartment lit. When our lenses connected, most would become embarrassed and hide their face. Although one, a female, has chosen to turn her lights off as well. We wave at each other every now and then, but no other contact is made. Maybe it’s for the best. I really can’t see myself dating someone as nosy as that. Not to mention, I’m not really into white women. It’s not that there aren’t any that I find attractive. I just know there are a lot of sexy single sisters in the world, and I prefer to give them my attention.

As a matter of fact, one of my favorite people to watch is a tall caramel-brown skinned sister. She’s a straight-laced, tight-buttoned kind of woman most of the time. She usually wears business suits where the hems fall consistently right above the knee. Her hair is set in tight neat braids that hang evenly on her shoulders. The thing that makes her my favorite is that she only goes out on Tuesday nights. It’s on those nights that she transforms from a kitten to a wild cat. That’s how I noticed her. I was scanning the window of one of the taller neighboring buildings when I caught a glimpse of red. I brought the window into focus and that’s when I saw her, a dangerously sexy woman dressed in a fire-engine red leather outfit. The clothes fit her body so tight, it looked as if she had dove into a pool of red paint. I didn’t know it then, but she wore a red wig, with the same color lipstick covering her full lips. She wore a one-piece suit that allowed her breast to push their way out of the top be seen. I don’t honestly think I’ve ever had an erection that was as hard for so long as it was the first time I saw her.

I watched her move around her apartment for a few more minutes before leaving for the night. I fell asleep soon after that. When I woke, it was early the next morning. I checked the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of my lady in red. But by the time I got the lens to focus, all I could see was her sprawled out across her couch, lying atop a dark naked male body. I smiled myself to sleep imagining what had happened in her living room that night.

One week later, I saw her transform again and leave for her night’s activities. This time I stayed awake long enough to see her return with a young brother as her guest. He looked like the kind of guy who orders martinis and only learned to play golf to please the corporate big-wigs whom he lets beat him every chance he gets. He looked exactly like a victim, a lamb being coaxed into a wolf’s kitchen. She even turned toward the window, every now and then, unknowingly facing me, and she cursed her lips with a wicked smile. She then ran her hands slowly along her exposed cleavage before blowing a seductive kiss towards the dark night sky. I felt my manhood rise as I watched her. Then she turned away from me and faced her lamb. I noticed he held his glass with shaking hands, and he swallowed hard while accepting her glance. She slowly moved toward him. I felt my eyelids grow heavy with each step she took. By the time she reached him and they kissed, my lids were nearly sealed shut. I forced them open long enough to see her down her drink and grab him by his timid balls. I don’t remember falling asleep, nor do I remember pushing my pants to my ankles and jerking my dick, but the dry drool on my face and the sticky cum all over my legs and hands told me I’d done both. Although, I’ve watched her devour a lot of men since then, I’ve always wondered what happened that night. Fantasizing about her and him together, visible only through the soft light coming from behind her blinds, has been the basis of many an erotic thought for me.

Shaun had to admit it, he was impressed. He’d met a lot of people in his life that talked a good game. But when it was time to show some substance they mostly fell short. They didn’t know it, but it was the details that gave them away as frauds. That’s what impressed Shaun about the long-legged sister. She dotted her i’s and crossed her t’s. Shaun thought she was lying about her view of the city, and since they never talked about what they both did for a living; all he had to go on was what she said. Shaun had spent the entire evening trying to find flaws in her game. Now he stood in her immaculate apartment, which was decorated with an air of sophistication. The woman stood before him dressed entirely in white. Shaun never got her to say her name, which was another detail she didn’t slip up on. She had on a trendy wig, he knew it was a wig, but he didn’t mind, it added to the excitement. She wore a long white dress, which clung snugly against her body and showed every curve to tease her prey. The nails on her hands and feet were done in a simple, but sexy French manicure. Her erotic image against the white and brown color scheme of her apartment was intoxicating. Shaun was sure a woman of her caliber wore clothes of various colors and styles, but the sight of everything in the room composed of either white or brown, including the liquor that sat at her bar, was truly impressive. Most people gave up on the attempt to keep the décor and to maintain the flow of the ambiance, but not her. That’s really what did it for Shaun. This woman was different.

So do you always stand around with your mouth open not saying much? She asked Shaun, turning away from her apartment’s large picture window. Or are you just scared?

Yes! Shaun wanted to yell. I’m scared as hell!

Only serial killers and account-types were this anal, this meticulous, this frighteningly arousing. Half of him was scared that she was a vampire. The other half hoped what he was encountering was real.

No just taking it all in. Shaun said trying not to flinch. They can smell fear. He thought to himself and whispered to his mind.

She walked over to him, each step forcing small shivers through his spine. Shaun’s tie instantly felt like a noose. He wanted to put his arm out to stop her forward progress. He wanted to halt his erection from slithering down his leg. But he couldn’t. Shaun was just as frozen as the ice that clanked against the glass he held.

Just taking it all in, huh? Her words blew against his face like mean-spirited smoke from a cigarette.

"Well hopefully, I can take this all in, Punk." With that, the woman grabbed Shaun fiercely by his dick with one had and gulped down her glass of rum with the other. He closed his eyes and quivered, thinking the word "Punk" never sounded so seductive.

So finish your drink so I can fuck you and send you home.

Shaun’s ass cheeks clenched together. Normally, he would’ve told this broad to Kiss his chubby ass. But he knew this wasn’t a normal situation. Shaun sipped his drink quickly. The sweet taste of the rum precluded the warm fuzzy feeling that ravaged his belly. The quick rush of the liquor gave him a feeling that normally would have turned his stomach. But looking into her eyes steadied him, and he believed she would kick his ass and force him to maintain his alcoholic composure if he couldn’t maintain it on his own.

The woman wrapped Shaun’s tie around her hand and jerked it, pulling him behind her. The effect wasn’t lost on Shaun.

Lead me into temptation. Shaun thought as they neared the bedroom.

So what can I call you? Shaun asked, trying not to let the fear and excitement show in his voice.

Tomorrow, if you’re good enough. She spat back over her shoulder. Until then, don’t say shit."

She pushed the bedroom door open. The room’s color scheme was red, or at least the red lava lamp that sat on the nightstand, covered everything in a red hue. Shawn felt drugged; sex usually gave him that feeling. At least good sex did, anyway. The woman pulled Shaun to the bed, forcing him to crawl.

Undress slowly, punk! She ordered, standing at the foot of the bed.

The red spell of the room changed her white outfit to slightly pink. Shaun slowly loosened his tie, trying to keep his eyes interlocked with hers. His heart rate quickened. Shaun felt his nipples stiffen and grow warm. A harsh pulsation began in his groin. Shaun’s hands trembled as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. The woman hung her head as if she were slightly disgusted. Shaun truly felt like a punk.

The woman slowly moved around the bed, eyeing Shaun and his activity. She reached beneath the bed and pulled out a small white whip. Shaun wrestled to remove his suit jacket and shirt together. He tried to undo his buckle, when he felt the sting of her whip swat his hands away.

Damn Punk, you move too slow! The woman kicked her shoes off and crawled slowly across the bed until she hovered over Shaun.

Open up. She ordered, leaning close enough for Shaun to smell the sweet smell of the Jamaican rum. She placed the whip into Shaun’s open mouth. Shaun grunted as he bit down on the leather-braided handle. He held the whip in his mouth and tried to sit up. His actions were met with the woman pushing his head backward; forcing him onto the bed.

Lay the fuck back. She ordered before grabbing his shirt and ripping it open, exposing his chest and plump belly. The woman kissed, Shaun on his exposed skin. He hummed softly, the feeling of her soft thick lips tickling his sexual flesh. The woman bit his nipples and moved lower. She worked her hand quickly removing his belt and pants. She alternately worked the pants with each hand, moving them side to side along with his thin underwear until they were past his ass and hips. Shaun’s hidden erection shot up, gently brushing the woman’s chin. She raised her left eyebrow and shot him a scornful look, then kissed the head of his penis. Shaun resisted the urge to cum. The woman pulled the pants free of his legs. Then she reached behind her and undid the single clasp that held her clothing in place and slowly removed the dress from her body. A thin gold chain hugging her ample waist was all that she wore beneath the whiteness. She kneeled again, this time returning with a small square package. She used her teeth to quickly open the small wrapper and pulled out a red, Shaun was sure it was red, latex condom. The woman stalked over Shaun with the condom in her mouth, grabbing his erect penis by its fat base. Artfully using her mouth and tongue; she skillfully lowered the condom on the tip of Shaun’s penis, as she glided her lips down the shaft.

The fit was exact, as if it were tailored to him. He wondered if she was happy with his size, but embarrassment suffocated the question. He felt her hum, but couldn’t determine if it was out of pleasure or contempt. The woman snaked her hand over Shaun’s trembling torso while slowly easing his penis up and down in her mouth’s warm cavity. Shaun gasped as the woman sucked harder and yanked the whip from his teeth. The woman re-positioned herself so that she could easily fill her mouth with Shaun’s length. She struck Shaun’s chest and nipples with a quick, hard snap. He tried not to lose his composure, as the conflicting sensation of joy and pain overtook him. She stroked and sucked his sex while still striking him with the whip. He moved softly in pleasure, unsure which feeling he liked more, but as his penis jumped with each touch whip’s sting he knew that feeling was more dominant. It was a new feeling. The raw feeling of an erotic intruder against his senses. Shaun had always wondered what someone got out of being spanked or bitten. Now he couldn’t understand why he had lived this long without the pleasure of pain. He felt himself turning into a living stone inside of the latex wrapping. Once again his ass cheeks tightened and became warm, as a faint smell of strawberry tiptoed over his nose. He instinctively licked his lips, trying to taste the smell. The woman moved her tongue along his shaft and down to his balls; he arched his back in anticipation. The woman purred at the sweet taste from the homemade soap Shaun used.

The dick tastes sweet, punk.

Instantly Shaun was pleased he had begun using the soap his sister brought him back from her vacation in the Virgin Islands. She reached beneath Shaun and caressed his ass cheeks roughly; brushing her fingers against his brown rear hole. He wanted to protest. He wanted to push her off him and storm out of her detailed world. But he was enjoying it. The woman struck him quickly twice on his tight round belly. Shaun ran his fingers lightly over her head, as she slowly moved him in and out of her mouth. He winced when she purposely raked her teeth against his flesh. He grinned when he felt his body shudder. She smacked the side of his buttocks, and slowly moved him from her mouth, and slowly began to crawl up and over him again. She stopped abruptly and began to stare at Shaun with deeply seductive bedroom eyes. Shaun smiled at her, instantly regretting the gesture. The woman frowned slightly and mouthed the word "punk" softly. She moved quickly, and replaced the red condom with another and straddled him. Shaun moved his hands to the sides of her face, then to her shoulders, and finally setting them on her hips and waist. The woman kissed Shaun on his soft, chubby chest. He felt a little embarrassed and wondered if she viewed them as man-titties. He gasped softly as she pressed her vaginal warmth against his thick penis. She reached between her hot thighs and grabbed him firmly by his sex. She moved the head of his sex around her cream-covered, swollen clitoris before slowly sliding it deep into her. She was warm and comforting. The woman rotated her hips slowly, getting her mahogany walls accustom to the fit. Shaun moaned gingerly. The woman moaned at the surprisingly tight feel of him inside of her

He isn’t big, she thought, but he is more than enough.

The woman placed her hand on Shaun’s chest and moved to a squatting position. She slowly moved up and down onto him. He slowly began to pump upward into her warmth. The electric sensation of his orgasm sizzled deep within him. He smiled at the sight of her body working in sexual earnest, forcing him to hold her tighter. He filled his palms with as much of her flesh as he could. She began moving faster. She spitefully smacked the whipped across Shaun’s chest (man-titties). Her nipples began to swell and protrude from her red-tinted brown skin. She curses wickedly, holding Shaun by the shoulders and pressing her pelvis against his. Shaun sat forward and sucked hard on her breast. Sweat began to form on his forehead and covered his face.

This is some good dick/pussy. The woman/Shaun moaned, bodies alternating between quivers.

He held her by her buttocks and pulled her into him with each of his strokes.

"Yeah... fuck me punk." She panted loudly. The woman pulled Shaun upright and slowly began rocking against his deep pumping. Her fingertips began tingling, the pinkie first, then the rest. She increased her pace forcing him deeper inside her still. He did believe he could grow any harder, but his penis proved him wrong; and suddenly a pulsating wave began to roll through him. Shaun scolded himself, alerting the woman.

Nooo….. Not yet, mutha-fucka! She howled, addressing Shaun by something other than punk.

He tried to rally more stamina but the effort was futile. He felt the force of his orgasm stiffen his penis inside of the condom. Shaun felt a fuck-face grow tightly over his face as his entire body tightened. The woman pumped furiously, attempting to catch up. After shocks made Shaun tremble beneath her movements. She reached between her thighs and massaged her clitoris. Her orgasm arrived like a sexual hurricane crashing against her helpless sexual shores. A feeling of light-headedness swarmed her. She moaned into his ear as wave after wave of her liquid sex moved from her. She slowly rotated her pelvis, smearing sex cream over Shaun’s pelvis. A smile slowly grew over his lips. He felt he could get used to this type of sex, even if he had to pay for it. He welcomed the soft tingling that whispered to him. The woman held onto the back of his head; digging her nails into his shoulders, bracing herself against the convulsions that followed her orgasm. She lay motionless atop of him, riding the rise and fall of his breathing. She felt her own breath rush from her lungs and roar lightly past her lips.

"I may even keep this punk." She thought to herself, allowing Shaun’s limp penis to slide from within her. She sat up, straddling his heavy torso; a smile wicked and knowing in nature; on her face.

Well? Shaun asked, hoping for an ego stroking answer. He could feel his penis’s strength returning.

A small sign of being disturbed eased across her face. The woman shook it off and allowed her smile to return. She pushed herself from atop of him. She tossed her leg over his and reached around his girth to playfully rub his belly.

Well? Shaun said repeating his one-word question.

"Damn Punk! You’re okay, now shut the fuck up and let me enjoy it. She said, spitting the words out in slight disgust. Be happy I haven’t put yo’ ass out.

Shaun smiled telling himself she was pleased. She could play tough all she wanted, he knew the truth. He felt her move closer to his body. A warm ticklish feeling caused him to squirm and fidget. Shaun enjoyed the feel of the woman’s touch against his neck and back, as it ushered him to sleep. He smiled as she traced random patterns.

Shaun was suddenly awakened by the sound of the woman’s voice.

Its time to take yo’ snoring ass home. The woman said, standing over him dressed only in a pair of bikini-cut panties. Shaun sat up in the bed; the effects of the alcohol and good sex had taken their toll. He was groggy, but he gathered his clothing, got dressed and began walking toward the door. The woman followed close behind, lightly hitting her hand with the small white whip.

Hey Shaun, she said as he turned the door knob, Meet me back at the same bar next week.

Shaun smiled and disappeared into the hallway.

Shaun stood in front of his bathroom mirror, supporting himself with the sink. He told himself he’d never drink rum again. No matter how sexy the sister who drank with him happened to be. He tossed two extra strength painkillers in his mouth. He prayed the numbing effect of the medicine would take him soon.

So who’s Madeleine?

Shaun caught the reflection of his wife in the mirror. She leaned against the doorframe, jaw held tightly closed.

Don’t know, why?

Shaun clearly wasn’t in the mood for this so early in the morning.

Because Madeleine was here is written on your back in lipstick.

Shaun instantly felt like vomiting.

Sometimes I wish I could talk to the people I watch. I find myself yelling at them. Like those folks in the movies who yell at the screen. Mostly I offer encouragement. You know, shit like, Fuck the shit outta her, bruh! Or, Nutt in her face fool! Hell once I saw a chick going through a guy’s pockets while he showered. I would’ve warned him or at least told her where the good stuff was hidden.

There’s this one cat I watch, a young brother, who I call the Champ. I can tell when he has done a good job; because he stands over each woman he’s had sex with, arms over his head, foot on their chest. I cheer every time I see him do it. Hell, it’s something I’d even like to try myself to see how the women respond to it. They must take it personal because they always try to redeem themselves, like it’s a personal attack on their pride. But they never seem to beat the Champ. He never disappoints. Sometimes the "fights go longer than expected, but he always knocks them out.

You talk a lot of shit, you know that?" April smiled as she spoke. She wouldn’t admit it to him, but that one of the reason she liked him so much. Terrell was an ass hole. He bragged constantly about his sexual conquest, and April had been the middle-woman between Terrell and a few friends and family. Well actually more than a few. The funny part was they all said the same thing. That Terrell was the Champion of the Coochie. April laughed the first time she heard a woman repeat the phrase Terrell used. The fool even had a large wrestling-style belt made. And since she would never get a chance to find out, April would have to take the word of two sisters, one cousin, four co-workers, seven sorority sisters, and one jealous neighbor who thought she was stealing April’s man. Terrell was truly The Champ in their eyes. But now really wasn’t the time for Terrell to break his arm patting himself on the back. April had come by to vent; not listen to the latest report of Terrell and his prize-fighting penis.

But I can back it up, though. He answered; arms spread out in a wide I’m the Man manner.

Whatever. April shot back, waving her hand in disgust. They both chuckled before moving around the apartment. April stood and moved to the large window that faced the city, while Terrell went into the kitchen. April looked out of the large thick glass, crossed her arms and fought off the feeling of dizziness that massaged her brain. She’d always been scared of heights and couldn’t imagine what made Terrell’s scary ass live so high off the ground. April stared across at the building facing Terrell’s and was overcome by an alarming thought.

Ain’t you scared of people looking at you? She said, over her shoulder.

I hope somebody is looking. Terrell answered, handing April a bottle of beer, But I do think there is somebody looking at me.

Terrell stood next to April and pointed across to the tall building. She suddenly felt excited and violated, as if anybody watching them could read her thoughts as well. Terrell moved the bottle of Red Stripe beer to his lips, before humming.

So where are we going; since you’re taking me out. April asked, falling onto the sofa and curling her legs beneath her.

I feel like some Reggae music.

Terrell said, sipping from his beer, before moving his hips like the dancers April had seen in a few of the Reggae videos.

But I have to work! April protested, secretly lying to herself and Terrell. What she really wanted to say was, Tee, I’m not really in the mood to get high, meet a sexy, drunk Jamaican dude, and not give him any. When she and Terrell went to the Reggae club, they normally went all the way out. Ganja included. She wasn’t sure if she was up for it. She felt like sulking and it’s hard to sulk when you’ve burned down a small Caribbean forest. She began to concoct other excuses, as Terrell pulled her from the sofa, slowly winding his waist.

Me not kare! He said, using his best Jamaican accent, which sounded pretty good against April’s ear. It wasn’t the accent, that was actually corny, but it was the heat of his breath that melted her reserve. And with that, April knew arguing was just as in effective as a knife in a gunfight.

I think she likes you. April said, leaning in close, so she didn’t need to yell.

Terrell looked over her shoulder at the woman who had just left the dance floor. Terrell had to admit it she was fine. She had move behind Terrell and slowly moved her hips in close vicinity and unison with his. As a matter of fact, Terrell thought, she only left when April had returned from the restroom.

You scared her off. Terrell smiled, voicing his opinion.

They both moved with the music, positioning themselves so they could spy on the woman. April began evaluating her features. The woman’s skin was in a darkish brown color. The color one thought of when they heard Afro centric poetry. At that moment, for the first time in her life; April had to admit she found another woman sexually attractive. The woman was taller than April, but shorter than Terrell, who stood close to six feet three inches tall. Her breasts were a large C-cup or a small D-cup.

Nice shapely ass. April thought; much better shape than her own. She looked to April to be the kind of woman who had five piercing; except you could only see the two in her ears. April didn’t know if it was the potent marijuana she and Terrell had smoked, or if it was that she’d heard that women were better at eating pussy than men, but she winked and waved. The woman returned the gesture; freezing April’s heart beat for a second or two.

It looks like she likes both of us. Terrell laughed, penis pushing out in anticipation.

April secretly hoped she did. The woman waved for them to join her at her table. She erotically smiled as they approached. The woman pushed one of the four chairs away and maneuvered her chair so that she faced the two remaining ones. Terrell raised his hand to smooth down the sides of his goatee and he inhaled a hint of her fragrance. His groin tingled, as the sweet robust smell of her body oil coated his nasal passage. He nearly cried when she crossed her legs allowing her smooth thighs to peek out from the split in her long dress. He coughed, trying to hide the fact that he’d just had his breath stolen. April watched the entire exchange, smiling the whole time, becoming aroused and envious.

She is pure sex appeal. April thought. The kind of woman, who if she stole your man, you couldn’t truly be upset. The kind of woman other women called Bitch, but secretly wanted to know how she pulled it off. April knew this woman was the kind of woman who could send her from bi-curious to very bi-serious.

Hello. April said, extending her hand. The woman delicately received her hand, gently shook it, held it then lightly squeezed.

Hello, I’m Sephia." The woman said, momentarily eclipsing the clubs strobe lights..

Sorry about dancing so close to your man, Sephia started, But I thought he was alone.

Don’t worry, girl. It’s only dancing. April sang back, never correcting her on her slight placement of Terrell’s sexual ownership.

Well that dancing got me hot. Sephia thought, trying to squelch the small rumbling coming from between her thighs. Sephia continued smiling, as April introduced Terrell.

"Not only is he a good dancer, he’s a Champion Lover.’ April mocked Terrell.

Both Sephia and Terrell blushed, before he gave an explanation. Giggling at her friend’s nervousness, April waved the waitress over.

Sounds like a challenge to me! She said, before taking the liberty of ordering drinks for everyone.

Sephia stood close behind Terrell, making his attempt to open his apartment door even that much more of a chore. Terrell had spent most of the night drinking and dancing and sometime during the night he’d been seduced by these two women. He caught a glimpse of April staring at him, drunken bedroom eyes in full effect. Terrell had always found April attractive sexually, and any other ly for that matter. But her new bi-curiousness, still somewhat of a shock to him, drove him crazy. He thought about turning his friend down. Giving her the "we’re just friends" speech. But being in love with her and having the chance to have a threesome caused him to hold his tongue.

Staaaahhhhpah! Terrell said, playfully scolding Sephia.

"I know’ The Champ’ un lovah’s not ticklish." She said, Caribbean accent no longer suppressed.

Yes, he is. April said, joining in the assault. She winked at Sephia, who ran her hand softly across April’s cheek.

Terrell held onto the doorknob, closed his eyes and commanded his urges to stay in check. His nipples and penis disobeyed the command, and grew with tingling excitement. His bladder seemed to be the only organ that followed orders, but Terrell wasn’t sure how long it would hold up. He pushed into the apartment, sending the three of them laughing at some unspoken; yet shared punch line. He made a beeline for the large sofa and plunged into its plush ness.

Ya’ll too much for me. He panted, the effect of being drunk and tickled stealing his breath. He could hear the women talking around him. They’d sandwiched him in, April on the right and Sephia on the left. Terrell felt his head begin to get heavy.

So ya’ll gonna double team me, huh? He said, not sure if it sounded the same on the outside of his head as it did on the inside.

Terrell listened to the two women kiss softly against the sides of his face. April gently pulled his ear between her lips, while Sephia brushed her lips against his neck, just under his jaw line. Terrell wanted to laugh, but with his eyes slowly closing and his dick slowly growing, he knew this wasn’t a laughing matter.

Dayum... Terrell mumbled, as the power of drunken slumber overtook his sexual desires.

Terrell told his eyes to open. His other four senses were hard at work. He could feel a damp, warmth over