by
midniteblu
Ménage NOT!
The Professor was feeling kinda freaky now that his bout with depression was over.
Anita, whom he’d thought was the “one” had dumped him in a heartbeat for the Laker’s
third round draft pick.
“That’s what I get for always going after the petites.” he thought as he noticed Kim Parker
and her girls roll by the door to the faculty lounge. No. He wasn’t even going to go there.
She was much too young for him to be fooling around with. Now, her mother was a differ-
ent story. Nikki, he had to admit, was gorgeous and he’d have hit it in a minute except he
wasn’t into big women. Until now, that is.
Shit, Nikki was always up in his face…
“Hmm,” he chuckled, “Maybe I’ll just give her a call…”
…Bling- bling….
Nikki jumped ‘cuz she’d been just about to call Andelle to see if she wanted to go clubbing.
It was, after all, Saturday night. “Hello.” she chirped into the receiver. What she heard at
first excited her then as she continued to listen made her suspicious. The professor’s voice
dripped honey sweetness into her right ear but Nikki’s own voice came on inside her head
immediately. “Girl, you know what kind of skirts he chases. He tries not to see you when
those stick figures are around. What is he up to?”
“Yeah! What is he up to?” Nikki crinkled her nose, winked her left eye and became
more attentive. She was up for the game.
Prof. promised to lick and suck in all the right places if she’d let him ride for a while. He had
no way of knowing that she had jumped the fence months ago and was now a regular at
Elvira’s Kitty, the latest hot spot for the “mature lesbian of color”. She wasn’t strictly clitly
yet but was moving closer toward it every time she found a stud that could handle all that ass.
“Give me an hour, lover.” Nikki purred into the phone. “I’ve got to tidy up a bit. She chuckled
as her finger depressed the buttons that would connect her to Andelle’s line.
“Hello..” came her best friend’s cheery voice.
“Andelle? It’s Nikki. You’ll never guess who just gave me a booty call….The professor…
And after all this time…That’s what I said. ‘What’s he up to?’ Anyway, I was thinking we
should play a little trick on him. Listen………”
"Girl, you’ve got a wicked imagination. I’ll be right over.” Andelle sang into her cordless
before clicking off. Hot Damn! She had been itching to get into Nikki’s pants for a while now
but had been afraid of jeopardizing their friendship. Hence, she hadn’t pursued it when Nikki
decided to flip the script. She took a quick shower, threw on some sweats and sneakers, spritzed
on Nikki’s favorite scent-Venom and dashed out of the house.
Nikki answered the knock at the door in a flowing turquoise caftan and bare feet. The professor
bent down to take in the aroma of her perfume. Wasting no time Nikki grabbed his hand, jerked
him into the bedroom, pushed him down into her desk chair and proceeded to tie his wrists to
the arms of it with silk scarves. “Oh. You like to play rough,” he sang.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Boo." Nikki confidently laughed as she placed her sleep mask over his eyes.
She then moved to the closet where Andelle was anxiously waiting. Nikki opened the door to
let her out and they both returned to the professor. Moving swiftly yet silently they removed his
sandals, pants and shorts then bound his legs together with his belt.
“Hey! Are there two of you?” he implored when he realized that there had been two sets of hands at work.
“No, Boo. It’s your imagination. I’m so much woman you just think that there are two people,”
came Nikki’s reply as she winked at Andelle. She grabbed his face, giving him a rough kiss then
moved to the bed undressing on the way. Andelle was two steps ahead and lay waiting for her arrival.
A slow, deep moan escaped from Nikki’s lips as Andelle gently caressed her ample breasts then
playfully pinched her nipples. Right, then left. Right, left…Slowly but diligently her tongue
began exploring all of Nikki’s nooks and crannies ending up at the sacred space between her
quivering thighs. “Yeah, Baby, Nikki whimpered as Andelle’s lips enveloped her throbbing
clit and began sucking with a vengeance. Two fingers then three entered her love canal twisting
and pumping at such a furious pace that Nikki twitched as if she was having a seizure.
The prof. smelled all of that pussy in the air and made an unsuccessful attempt to break free
of his restraints. “Damn! Can’t I even watch..?” he cried. The only response was the squeak
of the box spring and Nikki’s grunting now that Andelle had strapped up and was going at
her from behind.
“SHIT!” Nikki hollered when ,suddenly Andelle pulled out and vaulted off of the bed.
“Why..?” she began but was silenced by an index finger across the lips. Andelle motioned
for Nikki to follow her. Nikki did.
Andelle grabbed her hand and led her to Kim’s old bedroom.
“Wait here.” she whispered, lightly kissing Nikki’s lips. Andelle figured if she only had one shot
at this she was going all out. She returned shortly with an assortment of edibles that she was
sure would enhance the experience. “Now, let’s take this from the top, shall we?” she giggled
joining Nikki on the bed.
Nikki grinned and nibbled at the grapes Andelle was brushing against her lips. The last one
devoured, Andelle’s fingers became the tasty substitutes. Andelle’s other hand was busy
below making a mock banana split between Nikki’s legs. “Time for dessert.”
She dived in, lapping up the chocolate sauce and whipped cream that was sweetened further
by Nikki’s own juices. Andelle took the banana section between her teeth and softly penetrated
the awaiting orifice. Nikki squealed with delight as her last nibble of banana brought her tongue
right to the mouth of the river.
With tongue erect Andelle put fire in the hole then made Nikki get on all fours so she could
get a taste from the flipside. Nikki thought she had died and gone to heaven when Andelle’s
tongue went to work on her ass hole. Fingers entertained a slippery clit at the same time with
a thumb working in and out of the puss every now and then. “FUCK ME!” Nikki demanded.
Andelle complied -over and over until they both lay wasted upon the bed. “Damn, Andelle..”
Nikki sighed when she could speak again, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“It’s all your fault,”came the reply. “Be careful what you ask for…”
Some might ask, “What about the professor?”
What about him?
THE END
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