Moonlight: The Carolina Territory Supernaturals
Content Warning:
This story is intended for mature readers, due to explicit/sexual content.
"Doesn't the moon just make you horny?" Tamia clasps her hands together while staring longingly out of the bay window at the full moon peeking from behind the clouds that seemed determined to block its light. The sky was darkening earlier and earlier these days, even before daylight savings hit a few weeks prior. The moon was not it’s brightest, but she could feel it’s energy coursing through her veins.
The brightly printed headwrap she wore around her crown glowed in the soft light coming from the sea salt lamp sitting beside her on the coffee table."Bitch wheeet?" Lindsey tore her gaze away from her laptop to glare at her best friend. She was seated on the sofa close by with her legs folded underneath her. Lindsey was used to Tamia talking crazy, but this was too much.
"Pass that blunt over here, sis, because obviously, I'm not on your level yet." Lindsey laughs, waving her hand for the fat joint she'd passed over earlier. Tamia turns her head to look at her friend, a bright smile on her lips. She takes a long pull from it before reaching back to pass it.
Lindsey unfolds herself from the couch to accept it. A cloud of thick smoke clouds her face momentarily as she exhales. She shifts her weight to stand to join her friend at the window to see this so-called horny invoking moon for herself.
Seeing its growing glow illuminating through the clouds seemed to caress her skin. She had to admit that Tamia had a point. The way the moon was peeking from behind the dark yet translucent clouds was mysterious. So much so that it did make her crave a man with a dark, mysterious aura in her bed. They passed the joint back and forth a few times, both women silently admiring the moon while lost in their thoughts.
"It's so full, so clouded in dark, sensual energy! I wish it would stop hiding behind the clouds," Tamia gushed in excitement. She laid her head on Lindsey's shoulder, inhaling the hazy smoke floating between them. The two women had been close friends since they were kids when Tamia moved from California to Charlotte. They were polar opposites, and yet their friendship stood strong. Lindsey was the sensible and practical one. Her everyday choices in clothes were bland unfortunate, since she was blessed with a body bawdy. Tall, a true stallion standing without heels at 5'9. She was shapely with long legs and a plump ass that her signature khakis shorts or pants could not hide. She always kept her relaxed brown hair pulled back in a ponytail or bun. As an architect, her attire reflected her work. She wasn't one to dress up unless the occasion called for it.
Tamia, on the other hand, was studying to be a herbalist and taught yoga part-time at a local studio to help herself through school. In addition to differing professional interests, She barely measured at 5'4. She was more petite and had a pixie-like frailness that suited her more nature-esk tastes. She preferred long flowy skirts or loose-fitting yoga pants paired with tank tops or crop tops to suits and khakis. She also kept her locs tucked away under head wraps or pulled back in ponytails, most times highlighting her high cheekbones. She also spent whatever free time her studies allowed traveling, typically using her older sister's, a flight attendant, flight benefits.
And yet, despite their differences, they were like yin and yang—one a flower child prodigy, the other an analytical genius. Their friendship had survived a lot over the years, dating, boys, high school drama, attending college in separate states, and most recently surviving a freak car accident three years prior shortly after they both relocated back to the Queen City.
They had been out celebrating Lindsey receiving a master's in Architecture. Everything seemed fine until they were thrown from the windshield of Tamia’s car on the highway. The night's details were blurry to both of them; Tamia vaguely recalled losing consciousness, yet they woke up in the hospital with little to no bruises despite their vehicle's condition. Since then, both women had seen success. Lindsey as a young and sought-after genius in her field, and Tamia finalizing a sought-after internship with a leading professional in the area.
. "Too bad we don't have men," Lindsey exhaled a long puff of smoke. "Too bad indeed. I shouldn't have cut Lamar off yet. The man had quality peen," she continued. Another thing the two women had in common was a hefty sex drive. Neither had yet to meet a man that could satisfy their insatiable thirst, a thirst that had becomeeven more insatiable in the last few years.
Tamia began rubbing her friend's shoulders... "sheesh girl, when was the last time you got some? If your shoulders are this tight, I know that kitty hair is long and has kinks," she teased. Lindsey passed the blunt back to her shrugging her off in the process. "Wouldn't you like to know" she huffed back over to her laptop to finish typing a proposal. Tamia ignored Lindsey’s sour mood change, turning her attention back to the moon. She was used to Lindsey’s hot and cold nature. In her head, she playfully counted down the seconds until her friend smiled again.
"Relax, my love. I kid I kid... I'm projecting because my shit looks like a forest" she emphasizes this by turning and cupping her groin and thrusting her hips in quick jabs. Lindsey looks up at her from her computer, a skeptical look on her brow. The two of them burst out in giggles like school girls. "Girl, we are pathetic!! Here we are two beautiful Black sistas sitting inside smoking, watching the moon, longing for dick that we know can’t handle us—" Lindsey starts. "Well, there is a pandemic going on, soooo," Tamia interrupts, letting the extended vowel hang around them.
"We could always play with each other. We haven't done that in ages" Tamia turns back around to wink. A sultry heat-reflecting in her eyes. They look at each other, both of them slowly taking in each other's bodies. Admiring the curves and peaks they'd explored plenty of times before. They knew each other's bodies as if they were their own, having explored their sexuality with each other at young ages.
A few heavy seconds passed between them before they both break out in grins. "nahhhhhhh," they say in unison. "Like I love you, and you do know how to eat pussy like no other, but I want, or rather I need dick. A man's dick. A dick attached to a solid heavy breathing man," Lindsey grins after they finished laughing. Tamia walks over to the bookshelf to find something to read while Lindsey turns her attention back to her work.
"What if we shared a man for a night then" Tamia's question caught Lindsey off guard. Sure they'd joked about a threesome before but usually after a drunk night out with their other girlfriends but never seriously. In all their years of playing with each other, even fucking in front of one another, they'd never actually shared a man.
Tamia ashes the blunt and plops down on the sofa in front of her friend. "Before you say no, hear me out. I met this guy on my flight last week. He was a dream to look at. Tall, mysteriously handsome, with golden eyes and chocolate skin kissed by mama Africa. He had an accent, but I didn't ask where from, and his smile was enough to melt my panties and every other lady's panties sitting around us. To be honest, I felt like he was more your type than mine. In fact, I think he mentioned he was an engineer, which is where I lost interest. Anyway, he gave me his number and said to give him a ring if I ever wanted to live on the edge a little and have a little fun." Tamia winks. Lindsey looks at her quizzically. “What does that mean?” she asks. "I'm not sure what that meant either—” Tamia shrugs, “—but why don't we call him and find out what he meant?"
"In a panoramic?" Lindsey laughs at her joke. Covid-19 had impacted the fun they were both accustomed to having. She closes her laptop and crosses the room to grab the rolling tray from the kitchen counter. "So tell me more about what you have in mind," she asks, plopping back down on the couch. Tamia grabs the grinder and a baggy of the herb she brought over with her earlier when she popped in.
"Welp, I don't know if there is more. We chatted for a bit about my work and generic mutual interests. The flight was short, so when we landed, he slid me his card. And that was that. It was amusing to me that he left a card. Men these days don't typically do that." she answers, tapping the contents of the grinder onto the coffee table. "Hey, that's what the tray is for, ma'am," Lindsey swats at her.
Tamia shrugs. "We sat beside each other on the way back from Atlanta.” Lindsey passes her a pack of rolling hemp paper. "Oh, he an Atlanta negro?" She laughs, remembering her experiences in Atlanta while an undergrad. Now that was a city that knew how to please any appetite. "He implied that he lives here, but to be honest, I didn't ask. I was still pissed about how that job interview went," Tamia admits.
"Ohhhh, okay, ok," Lindsey replied, recalling how upset her friend had been after leaving an interview a few weeks ago. "They filled the position and forgot to cancel your interview, right?" Tamia nods while using her tongue to seal the joint. "Yeap. Thank God for Serenity's benefits. That would have been aggy if I had paid for that ticket," she responded a few seconds later. "To think I teased her for even considering becoming a flight attendant," she laughs, holding up the the joint and lighter silently asking if Lindsey wanted to light it.
"What’s the harm in asking? I could use a little excitement. Especially after this last project, I worked on. The bar down the street is open till ten. Let's see if he wants to meet us there for a drink”. Lindsey says after mulling over the idea. Tamia clapped her hands, giddy with excitement.
“Leh goo!!” She exclaims. “Good thing I took a picture of his card cus heaven knows I probably lost it.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and scrolls through it. “Ahh, I found it. A’ sante George,” she reads from the card. “I like his name.” Lindsey replies, passing the joint back to her. Tamia calls the number and puts it on speaker. After a few rings, someone answers
“Hello?” A deep, slightly accented voice answers.
“Hi, may I speak to A’sante?” Tamia asks in a sultry voice.
“Speaking who’s calling?” He answers curtly.
“Hey uhh, this is Tamia, I don’t know if you remember me, but we sat together flying from Atlanta the last week?”
“Ahh yea, yea, how could I forget the feisty sultry woman with those unforgettable locs.” She could hear him grinning through the phone.
“That would be me,” she laughs.
“I’m sorry it’s taken this long to reach out. I’ve been busy with school and work. Are you still in Charlotte?” She asks.
“Yes, I am. How about yourself?” He answers
Tamia didn’t want to waste time making small talk. Either he was down to meet them, or he wasn’t. “I am too. Listen, I don’t want to waste your time. I was sitting here telling my homegirl about you, and we were wondering if you might be interested in joining us for wine or drinks tonight?”
Lindsey gives her a thumbs up. She always admired how direct Tamia is. “Oh? Is that so. You were talking about me, huh?” He chuckles.“I am free tonight, actually. I was planning on spending it watching Netflix with my dog, but I don’t think Busta would mind if I joined to beautiful ladies for the evening.”
Tamia laughs at his dog's name. “Please tell me Busta is short for Busta Rhymes?”
“Nah, ma’am, but I get asked that so much, though. I had an uncle who’s nickname was Busta. My dog kind of looks like him.
“Ahhh, ok, ok,” she grins. A pet parent was a good sign to her.
“So what time are the two of you thinking?” He inquires.
Tamia looks at Lindsey, who was checking the time. It was a little after 5. “7:15,” she mouths.
“Does a little after 7 sound good? I can text you the address?”
“Depends on what side of town you’re on,” he answers.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot to ask that. We’re over near Ballantyne”
“Oh, that works. I live off Steel Creek.. Text me the details, and I’ll see you and your friend soon.” They say their goodbyes, and true to her word, she sends him the name of the bar near Lindsey’s building.
“I love his voice. I wonder where he’s from?” Lindsey smiles warmly.
“Girlfriend, I don’t know. I didn’t bother asking, but we will hopefully find out. Do I have any clothes over here?” Tamia asks. Lindsey laughs, “of course you do check the bottom drawer in the back of the closet” They finish their joint, and then both head back to Lindsey’s room to freshen up and change. Tamia finds a black turtle neck dress she’d leftover God knows how long ago. While Lindsey pulls out a pair of black jeggings, a long sleeve crop top, and heeled boots.
“Showers all yours, and I left a new razor out on the counter in case you want to use it,” Lindsey says, gliding back into the room a little bit later wrapped in a fluffy towel, her hair tucked under a shower cap.
Tamia scoffs, feigning insult. “Real men like a little pepper. Plus, my sugaring lady would kill me. I have an appointment next week. Got any scissors I can use to trim a little?” She asks, laying her dress out over the bed along with the earrings she’d snagged from her friend's jewelry box. “I have a pair of heeled boots I can wear with this in my trunk. What do you think?”
“The black stiletto ones,” Lindsey asks
“Mmhmm.” Lindsey looks at the dress then looks back at her friend. “She heads back to the closet and pulls out a turtle neck crop top and a loose black skirt. “I think this will look better,” Lindsey smiles. “Ooo, I didn’t know I had this here” Mia smiles, holding the materials up to herself in the mirror.
“And let your hair hang, sis.” Lindsey smiles, coming up behind her and snatching off her wrap. Tamia whines in protest as some of her locs spill from the high bun she’d had them tied up in. She smiled, eyeing her reflection. It had been a while since she let her hair down. “Okay fine. Let me go get ready. We don’t have long.” She laughs, heading to the bathroom.
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“There he is” Tamia waves at the good-looking brother sitting at a high table near the bar. He stands as they approach. Tamia wasn’t kidding. The man was every bit of Lindsey’s type. Lindsey licks her lips beneath her face mask. He stood tall, towering above her in heels. With sepia brown skin, hazel eyes nicely built, and his smile. Lindsey couldn’t help staring at how beautiful his smile is. “Tamia baby, it’s good to see you again,” he smiles, leaning down to hug her. She leans up on her toes to kiss his cheek before turning to introduce her friend, “A’Sante, this is Lindsey. Lindsey A’Sante”
His smile widens as he takes in the beautiful woman before him. He shakes and kisses her hand lightly, sending shivers through her spine. “A pleasure.” He grins in appreciation. He pulls both chairs out and helps them sit before taking his across from him. Both ladies note the gesture. They routinely gossiped with their friends about how men in their age range were forgetting or were never taught to do the general basics.
A waiter comes over, noticing them settling in to offer menus and take drink orders. “I’ll have a dry martini,” Lindsey answers, “and I’ll have the Rosé spritzer” Tamia smiles, picking a random drink from the menu that sounds pretty. A’sante requests a double shot of bourbon on the rocks and a firecracker shrimp appetizer.
“So, ladies...” A’sante starts once the waiter walks away. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening.” His accent highlighting his words. “Where are you from?” Lindsey blurts, leaning on her elbow, drawing him towards her. Her bluntness makes him smile widely. He felt “I was born and raised in Louisiana, but I moved to Raleigh with my dad when I was 13.” He answers matter of factly.
“Oo a Louisiana fella,” Tamia purrs. She and Lindsey share a knowing look. Both of them were suckers for a good ole down south reared man no matter where from. Something ‘bout them southern bred boys they were both known for saying to anyone who begged to differ. Too bad experience had taught them that most of these men weren’t as exploratory as they preferred.
“To answer your question, hun, we were bored.” Tamia begins. “I remembered meeting you on the flight and you saying to reach out if I wanted to have some real fun, so...here we are.” She winks. The waiter interrupts whatever response he was about to give, placing their drinks and glasses of water on the table. “Your appetizer should be out shortly,” he says before moving away to greet another table not too far away.
“Well, what kind of fun were you interested in having?” He asks with a playful smirk on his lips. “Well, both of us haven’t been properly fucked in weeks, for starters,” Lindsey surprises herself with her directness. Something about his smile was making her forget rationality.
His left brow raises in interest. “I like a woman who gets straight to the point,” he acknowledges tipping his glass in her direction. Tamia raises her glass to his in response before continuing. “Something about tonight's full moon has been toying with us. I know this may sound unexpected A’sante. But when I was telling her—” she points at Lindsey “about you and the conversation the two of us had on that flight, we couldn’t help imagining what it might look like having you bend us over the balcony to take turns with us in the moonlight” Tamia embellishes with a wink. She takes a slow sip of her drink, noting the budding chemistry between her friend and A’sante.
“We invited you here to see if you met both our tastes and vice versa before inviting you back to her loft to fuck you.” Tamia finishes just as a food runner sets their appetizer down. The youngster plops the plate down a little too hard, causing the plate of fried shrimp to shift. He blushes, stuttering an apology before running off. Probably to tell his coworkers what he’d just overheard.
A’sante looks back and forth between them as he sips his bourbon, trying to figure out if the two women were serious or pulling his leg. When he’d given Tamia his number on the flight, he’d been interested in a little fun, but he hadn’t expected this. Both women were beautiful in their own way. Tamia certainly caught his eye on the plane with her micro locs pulled neatly into a bun and dress suit that hugged her petite frame. After they met, he’d gone to his car and jacked off to the thought of her mouth wrapped around his dick. He would never have imagined that only a few short weeks later, she and her friend would be sitting in front of him casually offering him a night of unattached and uncommitted fun. He had to be dreaming, he told himself. His dick continued tightening against his leg; the more he thought about their proposition. Oh, how he loved short petite women, but there was something about Lindsey that enticed him in ways he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“If I accept your invitation, what comes after? What if I wanted to continue seeing one or both of you?” He found himself asking to his surprise. Tamia smiles, wrapping her lips around a piece of shrimp. Holding his gaze as she sucked the sauce off the crispy bite before biting into it. “If you mean that you’d like to get to know Lindsey more—“ she held her hand up, silencing both their protest. “—sweethearts, the both of you are dumb if you think I can’t see the way you’ve both been sneaking glances at each other since we got here. Don’t insult my intelligence.” She laughs.
“Anyway, if you are interested in getting to know my friend, then make that known. But we’re talking about here and now. And at this moment, we’re—” she points back and forth between the two of them. “—horny, I saw your dick print already, so I know you’re packing. And we want to know if you’re going to let us do something about it.” She pauses to let her words settle in around them. Lindsey sips her drink, winking when A’sante does look her way.
“I’m more than content with watching you fuck Lindsey. As long as someone coaxes a nut or two outta me.” Tamia finishes taking a sip of her spritzer. Lindsey reaches over and places a hand on her friend’s shoulders. “What my crass friend here means is that we want to have fun tonight. Whatever comes later is yet to be known,” she winks in his direction again.
He sits back, fingering the rim of his glass with a smug tilt to his lips. “I’m not very gentle in bed,” he cautions, knowing that his domineering nature doesn’t mesh well with most women. The two of them exchange knowing glances. “We wouldn't have invited you if Tamia here didn't think that you’d meet our tastes,” Lindsey answers without missing a beat. “What will it be, A’sante?” she coos. “My loft is just down the street.”
“Check, please!!!” he holds up his glass and calls out with enthusiasm. “I’m game,” he says to them.
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After paying their tab, the trio bundles up to make the short walk to Lindsey's high-rise loft. “I almost consulted on this project,” A’sante comments” when they stepped out of the cool night air into the foyer. “Really? This was the first project I took the lead on.” Lindsey remarks scanning her key card for the elevator. “Took lead on. Wait a second; you’re Lindsey Manchester?” He gasps, thoroughly surprised. “Yes, I am; how do you know my last name,” she asks, just as surprised as he is as the elevator doors open. The shuffle inside welcoming the warmth it provides. The elevator operator greets them and hits the button for Lindsey’s top floor loft. “Who hasn’t heard your name. You’re one of the youngest architects in the city. I remember seeing your name on the paperwork when my firm was considering the contract. I wanted to take it on just to see what all the hype was about surrounding Ms. Manchester, but I ended up having to go out to Ohio for a few months to cover a different contract,” he answers.
Tamia tries not to gag. She loves her friend and was extremely proud of the progress and notoriety her Girl had accomplished since graduating, especially considering the accident they’d both been in. Still, it was no secret that Lindsey’s profession bored her. Lindsey had always been into building and structure, while she had always preferred nurturing and nature. “Have a good night, Ms. Lindsey,” the operator nods as the elevator opened to her floor. The doors opened to a short hallway that led to her neighbor's loft on to the left of the elevator and to her’s to the right of the elevator. “Wow, I didn’t know there were people such as yourself paying attention,” she remarks, leading them in the direction of her door.
She scans her card again to open the front door. “Welcome to my humble abode. There’s a bar over there under the bookshelf,” she indicates. “Help yourself!” A’sante takes in her high ceilings and sunroof. “You designed all of this?” He asks, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that slid open to a wrap-around balcony. “Oh wow, what a view,” he says aloud to no one in particular.
“Can I hang your coat?” Tamia asks him, walking around to grab Lindsey’s. “Oh sure, thank you,” as he slides out of his peacoat Tamia's eyes the way his biceps move underneath the tan sweater he wears. “Do you smoke?” Lindsey asks, walking over to him, offering him a glass of bourbon on the rocks that he hadn’t noticed her grab.
“You move fast,” he smiles, accepting the glass. “Smoke what” he laughs, pulling his mask aside to taste the brown liquid she offered. “Weed, of course silly,” Tamia exclaims, coming back from hanging their coats in the closet by the door. “Tamia here is a herbalist; in addition to growing several medicinal herbs, she grows her own strain of weed,” Lindsey brags on her friend, hugging her in a rare show of affection. “Oh, the two of you are full of surprises!” He exclaims. “I haven’t indulged in a few months, but I’d love to try whatever it is you’ve bred.”
Lindsey guides him over to the couch and turns on the fireplace; with a tap of the remote, she grabs from the table on his left. At the same time, Tamia gathers the tray from where they’d placed it on the kitchen counter before leaving out earlier. “Tell me a little more about yourself?” Lindsey inquires, taking a sip of her drink. The warmth of the fireplace, his energy, and the booze was starting to soften her rigidness. Massage his shoulders, Tamia mouths out of his line of sight. She sits on the floor between Lindsey’s legs, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of her. “Sweetheart, come here and let me massage your shoulders so you can relax,” Lindsey says to A’sante, patting the space between them, urging him to turn so that he was leaning on her.
After he adjusts his posture, Tamia rubs his leg to get his attention. “Here ya go” she passes him one of the two joints she rolled, taking a deep pull from the other. He tried to sit up to accept it, but Lindsey stilled him “allow me,” she says softly. Taking a long pull from it and leaning down to shotgun him with a kiss. The smoke forced into his lungs causes him to cough hard, but the action itself caused his dick to stand up at attention.
“Ohh, he likes it when you do that, friend,” Tamia purrs. Having just turned back around. “May I?” she asks him, staring hungrily at the tent in his slacks.” He nods, relaxing into Lindsey’s hands as she kneads his shoulders. Tamia unties his shoelaces and removes his shoes. She slowly massages his feet working her way up to his legs, drawing a sigh from him. “Ladies, just wow,” he breathes. “Shhh, just relax, sweetie. Let us please you for a bit. We have nothing but time,” Tamia whispers moving her hands up to his thighs. She adjusts herself so that she’s sitting between his legs on the couch. She continues the slow and sensual massage, slowly working her way up to his groin and thick dick.
The two friends eye each other with hunger in their eyes. They silently communicate a plan, eyes glowing in the firelight. “Baby, let's get this sweater off you.” Lindsey coaxes as she helps him to sit up. Once he was out of it and the tee-shirt he wore underneath, both women paused to admire his physique. A’sante was solid in all the right places. He didn’t have the sculpted body of a man that spends hours in a gym, but it was obvious that he did a lot of work outdoors. “And let’s get rid of these” Tamia pulls at his slacks, unbuckling his belt before he could react.
In an attempt to regain the control he felt slipping away, he stands up, his black boxer briefs tenting, struggling to hide his cock. “Bestie look at how much he wants to play with us,” Tamia purrs—accepting the joint from him. She stands, reaching up to rub his nipples. A’sante takes hold of his dick, stroking it through his boxers “you want to see it, don’t you” he asks her. Tamia nods, eyeing the way he slowly strokes himself, the hunger in her eyes growing wilder. “You want to taste it too, don’t you?” he asks, his voice deepening as he slowly regained control of his senses. He wasn’t accustomed to being soft with women, but something about these two played with his resolve. He was determined to maintain control.
He sits down on the chair across from the sofa. Dick in one hand a joint in the other. “Undress her,” he says to Tamia, pointing at Lindsey. She eagerly obliges. Helping her friend out of her clothes, freeing her breasts from a lacey black bra till she stood in nothing but a black thong. “I said undress her,” he says again “that means everything,” he reaches for his bourbon on the table. “I don’t make it a habit to repeat myself,” he cautions. His tone stirs something inside of her, so she makes a point to squat between her friend's legs to slowly maneuver Lindsey's thong down until it fell at her feet. Lindsey steps out of it in a way that brings her pussy at level with Tamia’s mouth. “Open your legs and let Tamia taste you,” he directs at Lindsey stroking his dick a little slower. The way Lindsey’s body looked in the soft lighting of the room towering above Tamia’s was a sight to behold. Lindsey did as she was told, pausing to look down at her friend, who was slowly licking around her clit. “Look at me, Lindsey,” A’sante commands. Lindsey fights to tear her eyes away from her friend's mouth, which was now buried beneath her ass. “Look. At. Me.” A’sante enunciates each word carefully. A silent reminder that he does not like to repeat himself hanging in the air.
Lindsey's eyes were full of lust when they met his. Tamia shifts her weight so that she was on her knees, bringing her hands up to the cup and rub her friend's thighs and ass. “Now undress her,” he commands Lindsey noting a look in her eyes that told him she was close to the edge. Tamia pulls her mouth away, her nose and lips glistening with her friend's juices. When you undress Tamia, I want you both to come closer. I want to see how pretty your pussies are.” he says as Lindsey begins helping her friend out of her skirt and crop top. Unlike herself, Tamia wore no underwear. In seconds she was as nude as Lindsey. The two of them glided over to him, each standing on either side of him. “No, this won’t work,” he mutters more to himself than them. “On the couch, he murmurs. He stands and shows them where he wants them to sit.
Under his direction, Lindsey holds Tamia’s legs open for him to rub her fat clit. He dips his middle finger into her pussy, causing her to gasp and whimper when he pulls it out to bring her juices to his tongue. “I want to see you both rub pussies. Tamia, I dreamed about that mouth of yours around my dick since I first met you. He pulls his boxers down, stepping out of them. They both gasp at his girth and the way it bounces against his thigh. “Ohh, I’m so glad there are two of us I don’t think I can handle him alone,” Lindsey mutters” causing him to chuckle. “Oh, you will,” he states matter factly. The two of them maneuver themselves so that they scissor each other's legs. The moment their pussies touch, they both sigh in ecstasy. A’sante waits until they have a steady rhythm before moving to bring his dick to Tamia's lips. She expertly slides his foreskin to reveal a plump head. Her mouth waters as he teases her lips. He waits until her mouth opens to sigh from the pleasure of Lindsey grinding into her clit. He slides in, loving the way she immediately pulls him in towards her throat.
WAAAPOO!! The sound of his palm slapping her exposed ass echoes throughout the room. “Oh, my Gawd,” Lindsey moans; the feeling of her friend's pussy and the sight of her gagging on his dick did something unexplainable to her. She comes hard with a moan that shakes the walls. Her pussy vibrating to the rhythm the two had set. “You’re taking this dick first,” he tells her, admiring the look in her eyes after her release. “ and you’re climbing up here” He points to his mouth, grabbing Tamia’s wrists and snatching his dick from her mouth. “Let’s go in the room,” Lindsay urges, untangling her legs from Tamia’s. She helps her friend up and motions for them both to follow her down the hall to the master bedroom. While Lindsey lights incense, Tamia busies herself, turning off the main lights and hitting the switch for dimmer sidelights that ran along the floorboards. A’sante stands in front of the bed, watching the two of them curiously. Before he realizes it, Lindsey is in front of him, pushing him back onto her four-poster king bed, surprising him with her strength. “Hey, be gentle,” Tamia warns, throwing her a warning glance. Lindsey mutters an apology to him, which he acknowledges by pulling her onto him and smacking her ass. The two of them share a tentative and then deep kiss. “you both are so beautiful he says once they break apart. Tamia smiles, genuinely enjoying seeing her friend grow weak over a man.
Lindsey leans back and slowly maneuvers herself so that his dick is pressed lightly against her pussy. She smiles defiantly at him, waiting to see what his next move would be. Tamia joins them on the bed, wrapping her legs and thighs around either side of his face. As Tamia covers his mouth, Lindsey lowers herself slowly onto his dick. She gasps out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his dick stretches her open “Tamia, oh my gawwd Ta-tamia, you’re gonna love this dick,” she manages to get out between gasps. “My Gawd!” She screams out when he pushes all the way up into her. She throws her head back, trying to wrap her mind around the feeling.
Slowly she finds a rhythm to ride his dick while his tongue expertly teases Tamia’s clit. She grinds her pussy against his mouth, moaning in pleasure as he finds the one spot that makes her... “Fuckkkk!” she cries out, erupting all down the side of his face. He continues lapping at her clit and the entrance of her pussy, causing her to explode all over again. Tamia feels like she is floating. She barely feels Lindsey’s head fall against her back as she also finds release in grinding down into his dick. The two of them trade places so quickly he barely registers who’s pussy is who’s. The control he thought he had was long gone. He realizes, looking down to see that it was Tamia who he was mercilessly fucking from behind with Lindsey writhing to yet another orgasm beneath her tongue. How are they moving so fast? His mind struggles to catch up to his body’s responses. Was it the weed? The Booze? Or the appeal of the tantalizing women fucking him silly.
Their tryst continued well into the wee hours of the morning; it seemed with no end in sight. Finally, the two women collapsed across his chest on the bed, the sun's rays trying to peek through the drawn curtains. “ Bestie, I think we’ve found a man who can actually keep up,” he overheard Tamia whisper hoarsely to Lindsey. He felt them both lean up and kiss his cheeks on either side. “It’s too bad we’re still hungry,” Lindsey whimpers, lifting her leg to place his hand so that he could feel the moisture from her cunt. “Both of you are amazing,” he breathes, kissing Lindsey’s head and squeezing Tamia's shoulders. They lay like this for a bit longer, the women silently arguing with each other with their eyes while he was lost in pleasurable bliss trying to fight sleep.
“We have one more surprise for you,” Lindsey purrs just as he felt himself dozing. He felt cold when they both sat up to move away from him but was too groggy to see what they were doing. He felt Tamia climb closer on his left while Lindsey inched up higher on his right. “We have a secret new lover. One that we rarely offer to share with others,” Lindsey’s breath tickled his neck. “We think you are special, A’sante, and we want to keep you with us forever” he felt Tamia lick his neck, causing his dick to stir once more. “If only we could all live forever,” he said aloud, chuckling at the idea. His eyes pop open at the unfamiliar sound. He realized that neither of them had uttered a word aloud since they laid down. He panicked “wait, how did I hear your thoughts” he tried to sit up to no avail. He turned to look certain that they had him tied and bound, only to realize that it was the two of them that held him still. Ahh, but what if you could live on forever? Lindsey sings, her voice projecting clearly in his head while her tongue danced against his neck.
At first, we just wanted to fuck you...Tamia kisses his jawline. But then we saw how beautiful your cock is, how rich your taste, and how easily you took control and not everyone has that effect on us. She finishes. He struggles against them some more. How in the fuck are they this strong?? “What the fuck!” he yells aloud.
“So we’ve decided to give you a choice. Either way, we will have your blood,” Lindsey sings aloud. “Wha wha what are you” his voice cracks with a vision in his head of them slicing him up and selling his organs to the highest bidder. Tamia laughs loudly, seeing his thoughts. He looks over in terror at the two beautiful women on either side of him. They both laugh a whimsical sound that eased the fear beginning to course through his veins. They both sat up, smiling mincingly down at him. That’s when he noticed their fangs. Fear began creeping back up his legs as he realized who or rather what he had just fucked. “Join us or die in the process. The choice is yours,” Tamia purrs. “To live, you must fight,” Lindsey adds. Before he could react, the two of them sank their fangs into his neck and began draining him of his blood.
End.
About K. Rei Alexander
K. Rei Alexander is a small town gal trying to conquer the world one blog post at a time. Whenever she’s not reading or writing you’ll find her tending to passengers on either an E-170 or E-175 aircraft as a Flight Attendant. She is a multidimensional being pursuing a Master’s of Mental Health Counseling degree from Capella University. In 2019 she published her first novella. Read more publications by Rei by following her author page on Amazon.