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Xpress Yourself Publishing, September 15, 2009
ISBN-10: 0-9779398-9-8
ISBN-13: 978-0-9779398-9-3
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HAZEL MILLS is the author of Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion and Journey to Surrender.

Hazel's short erotic fiction can be seen in Playgirl Magazine's Erotic Encounters (January 2007 issue) and in Best Lesbian Love Stories: New York City, edited by Simone Thorne. Hazel also has an essay published in Jolie Dupre's series in The Blushing Ladies Journal. PassionScape is her monthly column published online by EDC-Creations.com and Sankofa Literary Society.

She lives in the Birmingham area with her husband and children.  Visit Hazel at www.hazelmillsstories.com and on MySpace at www.myspace.com/hazelmillsstories.

Chapter 1

 Boy was my mother wrong about oral sex. Probably because she’s never had it.

I was quickly taken aback by the touch of another tongue on my right nipple. I didn’t know what to think but I knew exactly how to feel, absolutely fabulous! Everything seemed to be happening so fast, my head was spinning as if I had just drunk a whole pitcher of mojitos. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t thinking about my actions or what other people were going to think of them. I was letting go and reacting to the absolute maddening pleasure that I was receiving. My nipples were so hard, feeling as if they were going to explode into a million pieces. I bucked, moaned, and whimpered as my body enjoyed intensely marvelous activity. The waves of my first orgasm rushed like a tsunami, overtaking me and completely wiped out any, and all, inhibitions.

I wanted to return the pleasure to both these savage creatures. I reached over to find the face of my nipple sucker and kissed him deeply and passionately.

Even though we had been instructed not to speak, I whispered my intentions for him in his ear. I reached down, felt his massive, throbbing dick, and knew immediately that I wanted to ride this stallion into the next lifetime. I could not let this piece of solid granite go to waste. I also couldn’t leave out the talented pussy eater either. So, I reached over to find the face that had been skillfully buried so deeply in my rainforest, and my hand landed on a breast. I gasped with confusion, wanting to remove my blindfold.

The Madam of the manor must have been watching us because the moment I reached for my blindfold, she announced, “Remember, peeking is against the rules.”

I took a deep breath and reached again. The breast was still there. I must admit, I have always wondered about the mystique of making love to a woman—one of those secret fantasies that many women have, but few will openly acknowledge while sober, and one I never thought I would get the chance to experience.

I threw caution to the wind kissed her as deeply as I had my other lover and promised, with each lick inside her soft cheeks, that I would rock her world.

The three of us began our rhythmic dance with each other. I slowly mounted by male lover, making sure to savor each pulsating inch of his huge muscle. With each thrust, he was deeper and deeper inside my wet orb. It was so hard to keep quiet while I was being fucked into oblivion. My female lover made sure she was not left out. She stood in front of me and pushed my face into her waiting, wet cunt. The scent of her freshly bathed hair coupled with the sweet aura of her excitement was one not to be forgotten. My first taste of a woman drove me wild. She wiggled like a playful puppy as she held my head tightly with both hands as if she would snap my neck if I stopped. I began licking her soft folds and then searched for her rosebud. I playfully darted my tongue in and out of her wet hole and felt her knees weaken. I also kept a steady, slow pace with my buck wild stallion. With each movement, his pole was deeper inside of me and I felt myself about to lose total control! I suspected my female lover was about to explode and leave her honey all over my face as well. The three of us came in unison and it seemed as if the earth would open up and swallow us whole. We all lay exhausted and satisfied with our performances. I lay in the arms of my female lover and we stroked each other to sleep.

I was awakened when someone removed my blindfold. I immediately looked around to find my husband. Ahmad was over between two women, looking just as satisfied. Our eyes locked and it seemed we were thinking the same thought. What in the hell have we done?

We were told to return to our suites and make love to our own lovers. Our lovemaking should now be more fulfilling and the ecstasy heightened according to the Madam. We should feel uninhibited and should not hold back.

When Ahmad and I returned to our room, we talked openly about what had just happened. I expressed disappointment over the fact that Ahmad was not the person to give me my first orgasm. It seemed as if I had somehow betrayed him. He listened and understood why I felt the way I did.

“I’m just glad that you’ve had that experience, Nikki. The person who gave the orgasm to you had you for that moment. I have you forever,” he explained.

We both felt somehow liberated yet a little confused. I still felt as if something was missing. And it was. I had not made passionate love to my husband. I wanted him in every possible way. Even though I enjoyed having sex with the others, there were things that only Ahmad could give me. Only he could give me love and intimacy. Only he knew where my spot was. He seemed to have read my mind because he held me for a while before touching me in all the right places. Each touch and kiss was gentle and purposeful. In the shower, we gazed into each other’s eyes as we touched and lovingly explored each other’s wet bodies.

“I want to taste you,” Ahmad said, as he started to go down on me.

I lay on the bed, ready to be taken wherever my husband wanted to go.

Ahmad started by kissing his way down my treasure trail to his favorite new vacation spot and my legs opened automatically like the doors to the Ritz-Carlton to greet his arrival. He licked and nibbled at my clit. He ate me as if I was his last meal before going to the gas chamber. His slender tongue slid inside of me and tongue-fucked me until I could no longer close my mouth or remember my name. He had never done this to me before and I wondered if I’d missed out on this fabulous feeling for years or if it was a new trick he had picked up during one of his earlier rendezvous. Wherever he learned it, it was making me feel so good. I closed my eyes and exhaled. I surrendered completely to the feeling of loving my husband and letting him love me. I climaxed so hard my pussy sung his name. When he kissed me, I could taste my nectar on his lips—sweet.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I said.

Ahmad was stunned because this was a position he always wanted to try with me, but one I had serious hang-ups about doing. But today seemed to be the perfect day for trying new things.

“Are you sure?” He was holding his hard dick that appeared to get harder in anticipation of a new adventure.

I stood up, leaned over the bed, and spread my legs wide, signaling my unwavering desire. He came over, kissed the nape of my neck, and then ran his tongue down my back, giving me goose bumps.

He teased my wet opening with the tip of his hot rod before sliding it in ever so gently. I was surprised at how good it felt. I was already creaming and this was just the beginning! My entire body shook like a leaf on a tree as Ahmad tightly held my waist and pumped my juicy tunnel.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck you all day,” he whispered, breath-lessly.

With each thrust, Ahmad went deeper and deeper into me until I didn’t know where he began and I ended. We were completely absorbed by each other. I started stroking my clit with my soaked fingers. This almost drove me to insanity. As our excitement grew, so did our rhythm. I couldn’t remember Ahmad’s dick ever being so big and hard. It felt as if he was going to pound the bottom right out of me. I made sure to meet each of his hard thrusts with my own. Ahmad grabbed my hands and pulled my arms out to the side and continued fucking me until he came, growling like a Doberman and pumping all of his love into me. I could feel myself on the edge of another orgasm so I locked my pussy muscles around his still throbbing dick and dared him to pull out. I continued to slap my ass against him until I, too, had oozed all over him. We wore each other’s satisfaction like a badge of honor.

 Each time we made love or fucked each other that weekend, it was just as exciting.

The rest of the weekend proved as interesting as the first day. We tried all types of new things with all types of new people and with each other.

After returning home, we both vowed never to mention that weekend again, not even to each other. Those few days made a difference in our relationship. Ahmad and I now take the time to give and receive pleasure in one form or another every night. Ahmad still, sometimes, work long hard hours but we make sure to play even harder.