Selfish

Marla is once more on the outs with her on again/off again boyfriend, and so she has more time to spend with me.

We got together at my place to catch up over dinner. I wanted the low down on her romantic life, but first of all, we had to talk about her hair.

She has lovely, naturally curly hair, which she grows long. I never tire of burying my face in it.

But these days, she likes to keep it straight. She has added blonde highlights, and a flash of pink at the ends in the back.

Having dumped her boy—for good this time, she says—she is on to bigger and better things, starting with her appearance. She is always a head turner, but now, gee! I don’t see how she crosses the street without fending off marriage proposals from cabbies.

We are talking, and kissing now and then. We are most assuredly having sex at some point. But for now, we have a lot to catch up on.

One thing I want to know: how was your date with Donny?

“Didn’t happen,” she tells me. “I don’t know if I’m really all that into him.”

“How can you not be into him? He’s a sweet kid, never mind that he’s gorgeous.”

“Oh he is hot, by society’s standards. But I think he’s also pretty selfish, sexually,” she said, adding, “Not like you!”

Donny is the straight boy who calls on me when he needs to get his ass fucked. He had spontaneously joined Marla and me on a recent date for a really nice threesome.

Really nice, but for the fact that he wouldn’t fuck her. I had warned her—he likes to have women watch him get fucked, but he won’t put out for them.

His reasons make sense to me, riddled though they seem with possible contradictions.

First of all, for moral reasons, he wants to keep to a minimum the number of women with whom he has intercourse prior to marriage. A blowjob here or there doesn’t seem to affect his moral abacus, which only contributes to his potential as a heartbreaker.

Secondly, he is wary of sexually transmitted diseases. True, the man he has chosen to fuck him is very active, but he knows that I am also very careful. With me, he reasons, he has access to various scenarios—such as our threesome—while maintaining his self-imposed restrictions.

Given this, I was surprised when he recently asked if Marla would be interested in seeing him.

He had contacted me to see if I was available to fuck him. Can’t today, I said—I have the kids.

Do you think Marla would see me then? he asked. Can’t hurt to ask, I replied, and so I put them in touch.

She was happy to call him. She was all set to get together with him that evening when she thought to ask him: if I come over to your place, you are fucking me, right?

Oh no, he replied. I thought maybe you could blow me and play with my ass?

Am I at least getting my pussy licked? she asked.

Eh, he hedged. Dunno that I would be up for that.

“And that,” Marla explained to me, “was all I needed to know. I didn’t go over.”

As we talked, I cleaned my kitchen and prepared to make dinner. Her phone rang.

“Hello . . . Oh hey, honey . . . yeah, I’m over at Jefferson’s, chilling . . . oh yeah? Can you hold on for a moment?

“You won’t believe who this is,” Marla laughed.

“No kidding, Donny? He called you?”

“Yeah, your phone is off. And you won’t believe this, but . . .”

“He wants to come over.”

“You got it! You up for that?”

“I’m game if you are,” I replied.

She thought for a moment and went back to her phone. “Okay, come over later, like eight or so. We’re just about to eat dinner.”

“Well,” I said, breading chicken. “So much for watching a movie.”

“I would like to see him tonight, but I can tell you one thing now: if he doesn’t eat my pussy, I am not sucking his cock.”

As chicken fried, Marla and I kissed in the kitchen. “You remember eating me out on that counter top?” she smiled, nodding toward the microwave. “That was so hot.”

With that memory in mind, she pulled out my cock and started blowing me, hard and fast. It was all I could do to remain standing.

“You like that?” she looked up at me, eyes wide.

“Oh yeah, baby. God damn but you take it hard.”

“It’s what I do sweetie. Tend to your chicken so I can suck your cock.”

I turned the chicken and put the lid on the skillet. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, forcibly. “You cock slut,” I sneered.

She is teaching me to sneer and talk nasty.

Mmmmmf.

When the chicken was ready, we poured more wine—pinot grigiot for her, cabernet for me—and sat to eat.

We were clearing the dishes when Donny arrived. He brought a large beer to drink before we got naked. We sat and talked; Marla teased him about not fucking her.

“How hot do I have to be for you to fuck me?” she prodded.

He was embarrassed, but resolute as he gulped Budweiser. With a few glasses in him, he stood. “Well, let’s do this,” he said, and walked to the bedroom. Marla and I exchanged glances and followed.

We popped on some porn and undressed. He asked to see me go down on her. With pleasure, I complied. I watched him stand at her side, stroking his large cock to erection.

Marla’s clit ring clacked behind my teeth.

“You ready to get fucked?” she asked him. He nodded. “How do you want it?” she asked.

“I want to ride him.”

I rolled over on my back, resting my head on Marla’s thigh. He and I were rock hard. She was wet from my tongue.

As he positioned himself over me, Marla lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I sucked her clit, tugging it with my lips as he slid my cock into him.

I gently put a hand on his firm, slender hip, and roamed my other hand over the musculature of his torso. My vision obscured by Marla’s pussy, I watched as the leaned forward to kiss her.

His mouth traveled to her breasts.

I grabbed his hard cock, using it as a lever as I thrust upward, licking and sucking her to orgasm.

We moved so that he was on his back. I kept my hand firm on his cock, pulling his hips onto me.

He asked Marla to suck him. “Are you going to eat my pussy?” she asked. He shook his head. “Then no,” she laughed.

“I think you should fuck him, baby,” I suggested. I pulled out and retrieved a dildo.

“Ooh, I’d like that,” she said. He was game. I slipped a condom on the dildo, and lubed it for her. Donny lubed his ass again.

She slipped it in. “Like this?” she asked him. Donny arched back, taking it. I jerked his cock.

She pushed the dildo in and out of his ass, using her wrist. “Try pushing from your elbow, not your wrist,” I suggested. “You get more muscle on it, and it’s less taxing on you.”

She tried this, and got better leverage. I held his legs back.

“You should fuck her,” Donny moaned. I thought, hey, maybe I should fuck her.

I put on a condom, stood behind her, and spread her hips. I entered her and started fucking. But, I noticed, this broke her concentration. I pulled out.

She fucked him hard. He came over his torso, shooting over his shoulder.

Donny looked back. “Sorry about the wall,” he winced.

“Comes right off,” I reassured him. “Nice aim.”

A few moments later, he was clean, dressed and out the door.

“Now that’s what I mean,” Marla said when he was gone. “He cums and he goes—he could use some better manners.”

I wasn’t complaining.

Marla and I lay nude in bed, critiquing the porn. She had plans to meet friends for drinks downtown and invited me to join.

It was nearly midnight. I was nude in bed, already sexed. I declined.

After she was gone, I realized: dog gone it, I forgot to cum again.

I signed on and found my online girlfriend, Madeline. We fired up the web cams. She smiled as her face came up on my screen.

How are you doing hun?

I’m fine. Just had some folks over.

Have fun?

Oh yeah. But I’m feeling kind of lonely. Sleeping with myself tonight.

Yeah, me too. Want to join me in a drink?

We poured bourbons and settled down for talk before bed.