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“I always have a driver,” she said.
Lorenzo and I sat beside each other and when we were settled in, he said, “So you really don’t remember Celeste? I was just kidding when I said I had met her at the CNN Center.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fun! I didn’t really think you’d forget our girlfriend. She’s only been out of town for two weeks!”
“Our girlfriend?”
“We’ve all been together for three years now,” Celeste said.
“Three years? All three of us in a relationship?”
“Well, no. You and Lorenzo are married. I’m just a third. I come over whenever you all want me, and tonight Lorenzo wanted me.”
There went the cadence in my chest again. It sped up as she moved from the couch across from us and sat between us, resting one hand on Lorenzo’s thigh and the other on mine. “I love to touch pussy and dick at the same time.”
Since she had convinced me to leave my panties at home, it was effortless for her to stick her middle finger into my snatch while gripping Lorenzo’s meat. Celeste was coordinated, finger-fucking me in and out while jerking him up and down. We were both moaning from the sensations, winding our pelvises like dancehall reggae dancers. I was on the verge of coming, but my jealousy welled up when she covered Lorenzo’s mouth with her own, and they began to kiss.
She moved herself into his lap, facing him. She lifted her skirt and lowered her pussy onto his overgrown dick. She bounced up and down on it, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Not bothering with the buttons, Lorenzo lifted her shirt and bra and began to suck her heaving tits.
“Join us,” she said.
I hesitated.
“Touch my pussy, Patrice.”
Looking Lorenzo in the eye, I placed my hand on Celeste’s stomach and slid it down her body until I felt the brittle edges of her pubic hair. When my fingers met her clit, she cried out, “Rub it! Rub my clit! Make me come!”
Lorenzo pumped into her faster, feeling on her boobs and breathing hard. When the car stopped at a light, I pulled Celeste onto the other couch on top of me. I stuffed her titties in my mouth, then leaned up to kiss her, while she ground her pussy on mine. Lorenzo got up and squeezed behind her. Her eyes rolled back as he penetrated her. I grabbed her healthy ass, and we all rocked together, groaning and fucking in a frenzy of body parts. He pulled his dick out of her and put it in me while Celeste kissed my neck and thumbed my nipples. I hadn’t remembered his dick ever feeling so good, filling my entire hole. I bucked hard as Lorenzo fucked me and Celeste rode me. Her fingers fumbled for my clit. My fingers fumbled for hers. I hoped the limo was soundproof because none of us could contain our joy.
We all came long before we arrived at our destination, one by one, then drifting off to sleep.
• • •
In the mountains of North Georgia, we step
ped out of the limo and walked toward a log cabin the length of two or three homes. Several vehicles were in the wide driveway and on the grass. Lorenzo led us into the house without knocking. Most of the women inside were either topless or completely nude. The men were equally exposed. Several couples made out in the cozy living room in full view while others fucked ravenously in clusters.
Lorenzo led us into the kitchen and greeted the host, who wore a sleeveless green shirt and black basketball shorts.
“Troy, you know my wife, Patrice, and our girlfriend, Celeste.”
“I know you?” I asked the tall, muscular man. He loosened the drawstring on his cotton shorts and pulled out the longest, thickest, blackest dick I had ever seen. He gripped it tightly then said, “You could never forget this.”
Maybe I was a freak, because I wanted to jump on that dick and ride it like it could take me somewhere. Troy invited us to drink from the punch bowl on the counter, which Celeste and I did. We finished our drinks quickly, lingering in front of the bowl, while Troy and Lorenzo continued their small talk. I went to join their conversation but Celeste pulled me back. “You don’t remember anything, do you? We have to join the women’s circle before we can be with the men.”
“The women’s circle? What’s that?”
“It’s designed to warm us up.”
“I’m already warm. In fact, I’m hot!”
Leaving the men in the kitchen, Celeste guided me down a long hallway. We stopped outside the last room. Sounds of euphoria seeped from inside.
“So we’ve been here before?” I asked.
Celeste’s hand was on the knob but she didn’t turn it. She sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
