Dark Passions: Dark Romance Boxed Set, page 46
Did I really want to go that far? Did I really want to perform cunnilingus?
Chapter 9
What ultimately convinced me was the look in her eyes. They were glazed over from arousal and she looked like pure desire. Her mound was puffy, she was clearly on edge waiting for me. I wanted to be the one to make her feel good.
I dropped to my knees between her legs and placed my hands on her thighs. They were so smooth and yet scorching. I touched her drenched slit and memories came flooding back. I saw myself as a bumbling teenager trying to find new ways to get off.
“Kiss it.”
Lil’ Jon and The East Side Boys were singing Get Low when I put my lips on another girl’s vagina for the first time. The tangy taste wasn’t unlike my own which I had sampled many times since hitting puberty and I couldn’t get enough of it. That’s what drew me back in for another lick.
“I think she likes it,” Curtis said.
“I like it too!”
Emboldened by the praise, I licked between her folds. Nikki squirmed with pleasure and put a hand on my head, wanting more. This was a major compliment and I doubled speeds. I laved her faster and added my fingers to the mix, caressing her tender flesh. When I was comfortable enough, I inserted my digits inside of her.
“Yeah, feels so good. Right there…”
All of a sudden, Curtis was caressing my ass, squeezing it while I went down on his sister.
“How’s she doing, Nikki?”
“A real champ. She knows how to please a woman.”
She moaned to accentuate her point and she kneaded her breasts while looking at her brother still stroking himself.
“I can’t stand this any longer, I need to fuck you.”
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Curtis standing up and going behind me. I really wanted him inside of me although I was perfectly happy taking care of his sister. I had the best of both worlds. He dropped on his knees and I felt him approaching. I braced for something that would most likely be amazing.
Curtis sank into me and my eyes rolled back at the incredible sensation. He was splitting me open, my channel molding itself perfectly around his girth. I was so wet that he had no trouble going all the way in.
“Yeah, fuck her, brother. Fuck her hard!”
I felt his fingers curl around my waist as he drove into me. His balls swung up and slapped against my slit with each thrust and the wet sound nearly drove me over the cliff.
I took a moment to adjust to the new vibrations and resumed slurping on Nikki. She tasted sharper and I knew what that meant, she was close to exploding.
“Hmmm…”
I rubbed circles around her clit while I kept her labia apart and licked up and down. This was no longer weird for me. I was loving it, I was in the moment. I took the pounding and it was like a drug, never enough.
“Curtis, do that thing.”
“Good idea!”
I had no idea what they were talking about but after a moment I felt the biker drooling on my butt. I was about to ask what was going on when he used his thumb to spread the spit around my back entrance. Panic surged because that wasn’t something I was into, but he didn’t do anything more for now. He just teased my asshole.
And it felt good.
He continued drilling my cunt while I ate out his little sister and I was in heaven. When he felt me relax, he put more pressure on his thumb and finally it popped in. I gasped but mostly I was flabbergasted that it didn’t hurt. On the contrary, it was wonderful! He fingered my ass a little more and I focused on the wet pussy before me.
“Right there, right there… Don’t stop!”
I looked up at Nikki while I persisted with devouring her pussy. This might have been new to me but I recognized the signs of a woman cumming. She pushed my face into her snatch as she started bucking against me. With her brother driving into me from behind, I was completely okay with this.
“Yeah, sis. Gush all over her face!”
My mouth was wide open while my tongue wiggled inside her cunt. I moved my head from side to side in order to stimulate her clit at the same time. I’d had a boyfriend do that to me once and I knew how awesome that was.
“Oohh ooooohhh!”
Nikki came hard. She was trashing between the wall and the couch but I held on. I discovered I liked that a lot and my body responded in kind. I became flush with desire, my limbs tingling with the first signs of my release. I focused on eating her out and watching her pinch her nipples.
I was jealous of her and wanted what she was going through. Today had been thrilling and unexpected in every way and I wasn’t ready to have it stop. I fingered the stripper some more and wondered if I would feel just like her.
That’s when I gulped.
I didn’t know the universe loved me so much. The pleasure peaked and after having been on the edge for so long the dam burst. With my mouth and nose full of Nikki’s intoxicating aroma, all my senses were completely stimulated. Curtis’s cock was the magical instrument that was taking me to another level.
“Oh my God… Oh fuck!”
“You’re gonna cum?” he asked through clenched teeth.
I didn’t answer him, I was already too far gone and I’m sure he could feel it well enough. My channel tightened around him and I lost it. He pushed through, holding onto my waist, and continued fucking me.
“Aaaaahhh!”
By now I was incoherent, screaming and moaning and groaning as the climax overtook my body. I was thrashing between the siblings, my mouth bumping into the blonde’s wet pussy as she brushed back my hair.
“Make her cum, brother…”
Her instructions were unnecessary. I was already too far gone and soaked with pleasure, my cunt quivering unstoppably. Curtis went back to teasing my asshole and it made the orgasm even better, like it was starting over. All the while he didn’t slow down, still hammering into me with enthusiasm and need.
As if he could read my mind, he pulled out right after the pleasure subsided. I was wondering if I had missed him shooting inside of me when he hurried forward. He stood just above my face, his fist wrapped around his shaft and pumping madly.
“Fuck, you little sluts are so hot.”
I was catching my breath and had no strength to move. I was perfectly happy remaining on all fours, my face resting on Nikki’s mound. I stared as the biker wildly stroked his slick rod which glistened with my juices.
“Give it to us, brother. I’ve missed seeing you cum so bad.”
Her words had an immediately effect on him and I saw him become harder still. He widened his stance and flexed his knees so he could be lower to the ground, closer to me.
“Shit,” he grunted. “It’s happening…”
He just had time to aim his cock down toward my face before he erupted. I watched as jet after jet arched through the air and landed on my chin, cheek, and his sister’s pussy. He had one hand tugging on his balls while the other coaxed more of his creamy nectar out.
“Yeah, give it to us!” Nikki said.
He milked himself completely dry and in the end wiped the tip on my lips. I wanted to take him into my mouth to clean him up, to nurse him, but I was simply too tired.
Curtis was equally out of breath and he sat down on the sofa next to us. I was pondering the next move when Nikki lifted my face toward her. She pulled on my arms until I crawled up her body and without hesitation she kissed me. She licked her brother’s seed from my face and swallowed eagerly. I was astounded!
It was one thing for them to share someone but now she was actually tasting his cum. Even more bewildering was that I wasn’t disgusted. It almost seemed natural, so loving. I let her clean me up as she scooped some of the wayward semen from between her legs and stuck it between her lips. We continued kissing until there was nothing left.
“Did you enjoy your first lap dance?” she asked.
“I… I have no words.”
“And is that a good thing?”
“A very good thing.”
I knew that I’d have to sort out my feelings eventually about everything that had happened. Even though I had fooled around with a girl before I’d just had my first lesbian experience – my first threesome! So I would need to see if I could ever go back to my regular boring life afterwards.
We quietly got dressed and Nikki wrote her number in my phone saying that she was looking forward to meeting with me again. Oddly, I was too. However, the only thing I wanted right now was some sleep. Las Vegas and California were waiting for me.
Chapter 10
We slept in the next morning. It not only felt good after the exhausting ride from the day before and the wild night that followed, but it had been months since I’d been able to enjoy this luxury. Working in a diner meant getting up at dawn every single day and the job didn’t come with summers off and company retreats.
So after a late breakfast and a satisfying shower, I dressed up in shorts and a tank top for the ride into Nevada. I was a little bummed that we didn’t do a detour to the Grand Canyon but then again I was in a hurry to see Las Vegas for the first time.
It wasn’t exactly an empty road – not that I wanted to repeat the public hand job from yesterday – but the two-lane highway cutting the desert in half made me feel isolated. It was like we were in the middle of the ocean going on an adventure. Technically, my New Mexico two-bit town was also a speck in the desert, population seven and 19 stray cats, but instead of giving off a vibe of freedom it was like floating on a life raft knowing that you’ll never be rescued.
Those days were behind me.
Watching the scenery go by, I gave some thought to what I’d done last night. At first I blushed because good girls didn’t do a fraction of what I did. Good girls didn’t let another girl lick them between the legs, they didn’t let someone watch as she did the same. Good girls didn’t get involved in a threesome with a brother and sister. Most of all, good girls weren’t supposed to enjoy it so much.
The fact of the matter was I had no regrets. I was mature and could admit to myself that I’d had a lot of fun with Nikki and Curtis. I wasn’t looking to start a relationship with her but there was no denying that going down on her while I was plowed from behind had been amazing.
Did that make me a bad person? Absolutely not. I was old enough – independent enough – to own up to what I liked and how I lived my life. I was allowed to have secret needs and desires and no one had the right to pass judgment. After a lifetime of boredom and disappointment, I would finally live the life I’d always wanted.
Going through this reasoning made my heart lighter. I let the desert heat wash over me and soon we were slowing down. Even though Curtis couldn’t see me, I was beaming when I spotted the gaudy Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas sign. It was four o’clock and I still couldn’t see the full effect of the legendary lights, but simply being here was like an achievement.
The Strip was downright fantastic. I kept looking left and right, afraid that I would miss something. There was the boomerang-shaped Mandalay Bay and then the black pyramid of the Luxor, not to mention the trippy castle of the Excalibur. I was torn between staring at the flashy MGM Grand and the fake skyline of the New York-New York.
We crossed Harmon Avenue and came upon the Planet Hollywood Casino before my jaw dropped from encountering the scaled down Eiffel Tower at the Paris Las Vegas. I craned my neck until it hurt but quickly recovered when I saw the Bellagio across the street, its gigantic fountain spouting water high into the air.
Then it was The Mirage, The Venetian, and Treasure Island. I saw the Riviera which looked like a grain silo decorated by kindergartners, the cheesy Circus Circus, and finally the Stratosphere which towered over the city. A part of me knew that this was nothing but ostentatious tourist crap but the little girl in me was lighting up as if I was at Disneyland.
I snapped pictures but it was bittersweet. I wished I could have shared these with friends, even if it was only with Marjorie. Curtis was nice and all but he sure didn’t come off as the sentimental type. This sadness wasn’t enough to make me regret the trip but it was unsatisfactory nonetheless.
At the end of the boulevard, we turned around and headed straight for Caesars Palace. I was disappointed Curtis didn’t let the valet park his bike so we could arrive like movie stars, though I understood the reason why, what with half a million dollars’ worth of drugs hidden inside.
“Are we staying here?” I asked.
He had told me to leave my bag on the motorcycle but I still had hope.
“No, we’re just gonna relax a little bit.”
I followed him in and had trouble keeping up. He seemed to know exactly where he was going. The place was packed and to me everyone had something in common: they were beautiful. Sure, there was the required helping of Kmart tourists – like me – but mostly they were well dressed and made up. People were classy. They weren’t walking, they were gliding.
It made me feel small, out of place. I didn’t belong here, as much as I wanted to believe otherwise. The decor alone was like a movie set, gilded and so fancy. It wasn’t made for someone like me. However, for an instant I shut my eyes and told myself I had as much right as anyone to be here. I allowed myself to star in my own fairytale.
“This way,” Curtis said, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.
We stopped long enough to get some drinks from a passing cocktail waitress – Curtis didn’t ask me what I wanted and simply thrust a glass of whiskey in my hands – and then we were off again. When we finally stopped it was at a craps table.
“Little Joe on the front row!” the dealer said loudly which made some cheer and others groan.
Apparently, most of the people there were spectators because they made a space for us after Curtis said we were here to play. I didn’t even try to learn about what was going on. All I saw was a deep green table with a ton of squares and even more numbers.
“Can’t you go play slots instead?” I said. “If I wanted to do math I’d go back to being a waitress.”
“This is more fun.”
Whatever. I was frozen in place as everybody bent down to move chips around. All I knew about this game was what I’d seen it on TV, guys having hookers blowing on the dice for good luck.
“Come on, you lousy bastard!”
I looked at the guy at the end of the table, dressed to a T and three sheets to the wind. I had a feeling his red face was more about frustration than drunkenness. He threw the dice and swore when the stickman exclaimed, “Up pops the Devil!”
I had no idea what that meant. All I saw was that the dice were a six and a one. Still, the dealer gave money to Curtis.
“You won?”
“50 bucks. You want in on this?”
“No way, I don’t have money to gamble.”
“Come on, don’t be a scared little girl. You can spare 20 bucks, can’t you?”
It was like he was goading me and again I wanted to prove that I wasn’t some delicate flower. I patted my pockets and that’s when I found the rolled up $20 bill Jason had given me in case of emergency. Strangely, I discovered I missed him. After everything that had happened over the last 24 hours, I saw him as a calming figure, as an anchor.
“Sorry, I don’t have anything on me,” I lied.
Curtis stared at me, at first with suspicion and then with amusement. He leaned toward me, putting his mouth next to my ear.
“It’s okay, I’ll spot you. You can pay me back with a blow job tonight.” He pinched my butt and before I could say anything he asked, “Gimme a bet, any number.”
“Six.”
Curtis stretched to put chips on the big Six square but I stopped him.
“No, not that one. The six with the double threes.”
“That’s almost impossible to get, sweetheart.”
“You said any number.”
“All right, fine.”
He put the money on the appropriate box and suddenly it wasn’t as boring anymore. I had a stake in the game. People finished placing their bets and the shooter rolled the dice, throwing them against the padded wall on the far end of the table.
“Six six six winner six, came easy!”
I was excited, as I watched the dice, a four and a two. But almost exactly at the same moment, the stickman raked our money away on the table.
“What does that mean?”
“It means we lost, sweetheart. But it’s okay, I’ll give you something to swallow later for the trouble.”
I smiled nervously to show that I was down with that although I wasn’t certain if I actually liked the implication. Was he taking me for granted already? Sure, we had done a lot of crazy things together in the past two days and I would likely do more, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be bossed around.
He offered to place another bet for me but this time I declined. I drank my booze and waited until he got bored with gambling. We stayed another half-hour at the craps table, I watched him play five hands of blackjack, and on the way out he sank $20 into a Star Trek slot machine. By his count, he lost $150 but came out ahead with the promised blow job.
Little did I know, there was worse than that waiting for me.
Chapter 11
The Vegas dream lifestyle lost its sheen when Curtis outlined our dining options. We could go to McDonald’s or some small buffet he knew off the Strip. I chose the buffet but quickly realized my mistake. The food was barely warm, half the bins were empty, and everything was overcooked. At Marjorie’s diner you got a much better meal for $4.99.
“Couldn’t we have eaten at the casino?” I asked.
“Fuckers made me lose $150; no way they’re getting another dime from me.”
I was too scared to bring up the fortune we were literally sitting on and how we could probably spare $20 for decent food. In any case, I ate stale pasta with congealed cheese, bland rubber shrimp, and kept my mouth shut.
I was realizing Curtis was a man of many faces. One minute he was a passionate lover and the next he was almost a bully. Or maybe the sex and the domineering aspect went together? Then again, our relationship was so new that I couldn’t possibly know everything about him already. I was still getting acquainted with him.
