Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II (14 page)

He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders so he could go deeper. I grabbed onto his ass to aid him in his efforts. I wanted as much of him in me as I could possibly get. Even with him working his mojo on me, it wasn’t enough so…

…I lowered my legs and flipped him over on his back. He shivered and let out a small scream when his back hit the ice beside our little pallet.

“Want to move over?” I asked.

He looked at me and then grinned. “No, actually, now that the initial shock is over, I’m kinda feeling this.”

I picked up a small chunk of ice off the ground and rubbed it over his nipples. “Are you feeling this?”

“Aw, yes!”

My knees were so frozen that I could barely feel them as I tightened my pussy on his dick. “Are you feeling that?”

“Umm, hmm. It feels fantastic. Are you about to take a little ride, Tanley?”

“No,” I replied. “I’m about to take a big ride.”

I grabbed onto his neck with my free hand and continued to rub the ice all over his chest with the other one. He reached for a piece of ice and started rubbing it all over my ass. That only enticed me more as I gripped his dick inside me and moved up and down with a vengeance. He rubbed the ice up and down my spine and then over my breasts. I could feel my cum trickling down onto him, and then I felt him explode inside me.

After our bodies stopped shaking from the unified satisfaction, we tumbled back onto the pallet in laughter. We were totally spent, and it showed. We lay there for a good thirty minutes, buck-naked in the cave. Somehow, we managed to put our clothes back on with frozen fingers and make our way back down to the lodge.

There, we made love for the rest of the night in the Jacuzzi. We went from the cold conditions of the cave to the steam of the Jacuzzi. How therapeutic!

The next day Hewitt started guilt-tripping. I attempted to reassure him, letting him know that I had no intention of revealing our indiscretions to Larabee. After all that shit he talked the night before about her mistreating him, I knew he still loved her and would try to make it work.

Now, a year later, he is still trying to make it work, and she is still treating him like something on the bottom of one of her two-hundred-dollar shoes. She didn’t even get the part that she gave up his birthday to audition for, much less win an Oscar for it. In fact, her career has started to go downhill—no one stays on top of their game forever. New young fresh meat comes along, and those women are just as willing to give up the ass to get parts. Studio executives get antsy for something different, and suddenly women who are on top end up as has-beens.

As for me, I’m still her assistant, but not for long. I auditioned for a part last week and got a callback. It is a rather major role, and if it comes through, I will have enough to live comfortably for a few years. Even if I don’t get it, I have had enough. It is time to move on. I can’t stand to see Hewitt following behind Larabee like a lovesick puppy. Every now and then I catch him staring at me. I know that he remembers our night, and in another world, in another lifetime, he would have been mine. But we are in this world, in this lifetime, and I can’t wait around for him to get a wake-up call.

I have my eye on this young brother, a fellow thespian, who I met waiting tables at a local jazz club. If I don’t get the role, maybe I’ll get a job there and see what kind of magic he and I might work up in the kitchen after hours. You never know!

There is something to be said for being freaky. Sure, you run certain risks by throwing it all out there and putting your ass on the line. However, life is short, and as they always say, “This isn’t a dress rehearsal.” That’s why I made a life-altering decision to get buck wild.

“Buck wild” is a term that goes back a ways. I’m not quite sure when I heard someone say it for the first time, but it was definitely sometime during my youth. Since I’m thirty-five now, it was probably in the early eighties when my friend Keisha yelled it out at a party.

It was a house party. Not many people have house parties these days, since people have become violent or drug addicts or both. The average person won’t just allow people to fall up in their crib to get their groove on. It simply isn’t safe. But back then house parties were the end-all and be-all. If someone popular was having one and you missed it for any reason (baby-sitting siblings, doing a term paper, sick as all hell), people talked junk about you the following Monday morning at school.

Anyway, we were at this dude Aaron’s house up in the Palisades. His place was slamming, too. About 75 percent of the house was completely glass, and they had this indoor pool that was hittin’. The pool made the party ten times better than a normal party because it meant that sistahs could show what they were workin’ with in brand-spanking-new bikinis.

My shit was tight. I had on this red number that my mother bought me after I begged and pleaded for damn near an hour. She was always such a stickler for money. Daddy made a grip. No, make that a grip and a half, but Mommy always pretended like we were dirt poor and digging in trash cans for dinner. Amazingly, she always came up with some cash when she spotted an expensive-ass outfit she wanted.

The DJ was mixing his ass off that night at Aaron’s. Back then, Michael Jackson was still the shit, and Prince’s ass was still making sistahs give up the drawers with a quickness in parked cars. What sistah wouldn’t get horny if a dude started singing “Do Me Baby” into her ear?

I must admit that sexy-ass music would make me give up some sex faster than just about any other thing a brotha could possibly throw at me back then. Candles and back rubs were one thing, but slow music, aka “fucking music,” would make me want to spread ’em.

It was during such a song that night that Keisha yelled out, “Everybody, let’s get buck wild!”

All the lights suddenly went out, and people started getting their freak on with whomever. I had the host in my arms at the moment, and Aaron was all that and a bag of chips. He had this rock-hard body, a six-pack stomach, and the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen on a man. He and I had been cool together but never really hung together outside of school. Still, with the music going, with the bomb-ass party in the bomb-ass house, I was feeling him something hard. And yes, something was hard. His big-ass dick was like a brick. I felt it rubbing up against my coochie, and instant thoughts of fucking flew through my head.

“Essence, you’re so soft, Boo,” Aaron stated seductively over the music. “Damn, I’ve never felt anything this soft.”

“Word?” I asked him, even though I knew it was true. I used more buffing soap, skin moisturizers, and body oil than any other sistah on the planet, hands down. I knew my shit was on.

“Word.”

I couldn’t really see what everyone else was doing, but I heard a lot of splashing going on over in the pool, and there were a shitload of moans. Somebody was straight-up fucking up in that piece. I was determined to be next.

“Aaron, why don’t you show me your bedroom?” I suggested.

“What do you need to see my bedroom for?”

Was he silly or what? “I want to see your bedroom because I want to fuck.” I decided to come on out with it. “You do know what fucking is, don’t you?”

He laughed. “Oh, I know what fucking is. I know how to fuck a girl so hard that she sends my mother flowers the next day for giving birth to such a stud.”

I laughed. “You’re a nut!”

“Seriously though, bedrooms are for sleeping. Let’s do something different.”

“Something like what?”

He let go of me and disappeared in the darkness. I felt stupid just standing there. A minute later the lights were back on, and boy, what a sight! At least a dozen people were all over the room on chairs, on the floor, or in the pool screwing. I spotted Keisha over in the corner on her knees with a dick in her mouth.

Aaron reappeared and took a position in the middle of the floor before making an announcement. “Hold up, peeps! Every weekend we hang out and do whatever. Tonight let’s make it different. Instead of everyone doing their own thing separately, let’s do like those white folks in the porn flicks and have an orgy.”

Everyone grew silent. Everyone stopped fucking. Everyone was speechless.

Aaron scanned the room for me. “Come here, Essence.”

Maybe I was just feeling daring that night or had lost my common sense, but I went over to him and took his hand.

“Essence and I are going to start it out, and then the rest of you just join in.”

“Aaron, are you on something?” I asked, totally serious. “I never agreed to this.”

“I know, but take a walk on the wild side. Let’s get buck wild!”

That was it. The beginning of my “habit.”Aaron and I fucked right there in front of everyone, and gradually they all joined in—this time with the lights on. Before I knew it, I had fucked at least eight boys and two girls. The next day I was so ashamed. The day after that I decided that I wanted to do it again, and I did. Again and again. Aaron’s parents were out of town a lot, so most of the time we had the orgies at his place, especially since it was the most slamming house in the vicinity anyway.

Now that I’m all grown up, my “habit” continues. I love having sex in the open. I love having sex with numerous partners. I love having sex,
period.

Last weekend, I had the ultimate experience. I let twenty-nine men run a train on me and starred in my first porno flick. By the tenth man, my pussy felt like it was on fire because the rubber from the condoms I made them wear was irritating me. I kept going, though. I had a goal, and I was determined to meet it. After five hours, I did, and the film will be out on DVD next month.

Keisha and I are still hanging tough. In about a month, we are going down to the islands to Sex Me Down Village and getting buck wild. I hear the shit is off the hook, and I can hardly wait. Of course, I hope my husband doesn’t find out.

Yes, you heard me right. I’m married, and so is Keisha, but hey, our husbands are not laying the pipe the way we need it to be laid, so we handle our business in other ways. Besides, even if my husband Steve, who I love dearly, was fucking me right, I know he would never do it in public, and I need that from time to time. I’m not concerned about him seeing the porno because he doesn’t watch them. Some of his raunchy friends might, but they would never recognize me because I was wearing a wig and a mask.

I often do disguises, and it works like a charm. Case in point, one time I fucked one of my husband’s closest friends, and he had no idea it was me. Chad was hanging out in this hip-hop club. I’m not too big on that type of music, but those clubs are wonderful for picking up young bucks who are young, dumb, and full of cum. The kind that don’t ask you silly questions like “Are you married?” or “Can I see you again?” They recognize a one-night stand for what it is.

Anyway, Chad was getting his drink on and acting like the nasty whore that he is. I’ve never liked him because I always felt he might eventually be a negative influence on Steve. Now, I can cheat, but if I ever catch Steve cheating, hell hath no fury and all that jazz.

I was wearing tinted glasses and a sandy blond wig that night. He was drunk as shit and probably wouldn’t have recognized me without the disguise. I don’t know what made me do it, other than the dangerous possibility of getting busted. I studied Chad for about twenty minutes until I could ascertain that he was definitely alone. Then I walked up behind him and whispered in his ear. “Wanna fuck?” I asked in an island accent that I had polished over the years.

He turned around and drank me in with his eyes. The skintight black dress I had on was bangin’.

“Don’t I know you?”

“No, but you can get to know me.”

“I’m not used to giving up the dick on demand to women I meet in clubs. Especially ones that don’t say hello first.”

I smirked at him, knowing good and well he was a male whore and would fuck just about anything on two legs. “Your loss then, baby. I’ll just go find me a
real
man who can give me some
real
dick. I don’t have time for silly little games.”

I started to walk away, but he grabbed my elbow. “Silly little games, huh?” He gripped my ass. “I’ve got your silly little games. If you don’t watch out, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I faced him and pouted, then rubbed my thumb over my nipple. “Promises, promises.”

Chad took my hand and headed for the exit. “Come with me, with your fine self.”

We went outside and headed for the parking lot. It was late summer, and the heat was excruciating, which is why I didn’t have on much of anything. The wig and the glasses were making me sweat, though.

I had no idea why I was out there with Chad. After all, I hated him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, still utilizing the accent.

“To my car. I’m going to teach you a very valuable lesson.”

“Which is?”

“Never talk shit to strangers.”

If I didn’t know better, the tone in his voice would have made him come off as a potential serial killer. Chad has too good of a job and too much to lose for all that. We got to his ride, a 2002 Boxster, and he unlocked the doors.

“I know you don’t think we’re fucking in this little thing.”

“What’s wrong? You scared?”

“No, I’m not scared. Just not about to be so confined.”

“Well, we can go to a cheap motel then.”

“Cheap?”

He glared at me. “Hey, look. I’m not trying to fall in love, so I don’t need to lavish you with jack shit. There won’t be any fancy hotels, expensive champagne, or flowers on this ride, honey. So are you down for this or not?”

I started to take off my disguise and cuss his ass out. I decided to exact my revenge in another way instead.

I bent over the hood and jacked up my skirt. “Just hit it from the back right here, baby.”

He swung his neck from side to side, surveying the parking lot. “Right here in the open?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong? Are you
scared?”

“Hell, no, I’m not afraid of a damn thing, including dying.”

“Then prove it. Make good on all that shit you were talking in the club.” I reached into my handbag and pulled out a condom. I handed it over my shoulder to him. “No cover, no lover.”

He pulled my red silk panties down, and I stepped out of them. “I’ll show you, you bitch!”

I couldn’t believe he went there. Yes, I was going to fuck him and then fuck him over. A lightbulb went off in my head as he put on the condom. Part of me felt guilty for even thinking such nasty thoughts. Then I laughed as he shoved his dick in me from behind.

“What’s so damn funny, bitch?”

“You,” I replied, still laughing. Chad wasn’t holding much, and I wanted to make that point known, so I asked, “Is your dick in yet?”

“Oh, you think you’re funny!” he lashed out at me, trying to position himself to get deeper. “You know good and damn well my dick is in you. You’ll feel it in your throat in a minute.”

“I seriously doubt that,” I stated, talking mad shit and then yawning. “I must admit this is quite the disappointment, so can you just hurry it up so I can go back to the club and find me a
real
man with some
real
dick.”

“I’ll give you a real man with some real dick.” Chad lost his breath while he tried to ram his dick higher into me. Both of us knew that wasn’t even a slight possibility because the front of his thighs were already slapping up against the back of mine.

This continued for a few minutes. He almost freaked when a group of sisters exiting the club spotted us in the parking lot and started pointing and talking trash. I was used to public sex, and that was the single arousing factor of the entire episode.

They went on about their business, got into two separate cars, and pulled out. Chad went back to work. At least, he thought he was working it. I yawned again.

“Oh, you’re trying to say I’m boring you?” he asked with disdain. “You know you love this.”

His ego was too much for me. What I was about to do was risky, but I said what the hell, reached inside my handbag once again, but not for a condom, and glanced over my shoulder to see if Chad was looking down at me. His eyes were glued to my ass. Good.

I reached between my legs with my free hand and started caressing his balls. I wanted the exact position in my mind. Then I reached between them with my other hand.

“I’m coming!” Chad yelled out. “I’m about to bust this nut all up in you.”

“And I’m about to bust your nuts,” I said as I zapped his balls with my stun gun.