The Ambush

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Jun 23, 2005

Little did I know what dangers awaited me on the west side of town. It was a cool, quiet Sunday evening that brought Leslie and yours truly to the recently-reopened Sip, where we were to meet Emma and friends for a drink or two. Derek was there, as well as Liz, a pretty black woman I’d met earlier this year.

I took Les aside for a moment. “So, um, wasn’t that chick hitting on me last time?”

“Yeah… at least I think she was.”

“See? This is why I have to write everything down.” NLP is less of a writing project than a cybernetic memory, like something out of Ghost in the Shell. Whatever I fail to index is inevitably lost.

In my experience, if women talk among themselves long enough the conversation will eventually turn to the subject of penises. The girls were jabbering away and I could see where this was all headed. I tried to use humor to distract them. “For most people, the epidermis is the largest organ,” I said. “This is simply not true in my case.”

Nyuk nyuk.

Leslie, undaunted by my attempt to derail the conversation, attacked the subject with newfound vigor. Addressing Liz: “Are you a size queen?”

“Oh yes.” The woman had seemed shy, but of course this was a front as it always is. And so she launched into a monologue concerning the varieties and vicissitudes of the ideal member.

“Lex has such a pretty one,” offered Les.

“Yeah,” Emma said, reaching now for my zipper, “you should show her right now.”

I backed up a little. “Jeez,” I protested lamely, “I can’t just whip it out at the bar.” Emma stroked me over my jeans. Blood was draining from my cranium at an alarming rate. Nothing made sense to me anymore. Emma then wriggled her tiny hand through the waist of my jeans and into my underwear, applying a masturbatory kung-fu grip.

I was all brain stem; higher functions had utterly ceased. “Wh-what’s gotten into you tonight?”

“I can’t help myself.” She eyed me as if sizing up an opponent before a knife fight. “The real question is what’s going to get into me tonight?” Feeling a little cool wetness at the tip of my cock, I swallowed hard and looked over at Leslie for rescue, yet my girlfriend had no interest in bailing me out—she just stood there stroking Emma’s dark curls.

Eventually Emma released me and I let out a long, shuddering sigh. “I think I need a cigarette now.” But outside she stood with her backside against me, reaching behind her to run her hand up and down the crotch of my jeans. Up and down. I was about ready to push Emma to her knees right there. “Is this making you uncomfortable?” I asked Liz, to which she answered no, not at all. Of course not. When Leslie and Emma pranced off to the bathroom together I pointed at the bulge. “Look at what she done to me.”

“Oh my,” said Liz.

“Know what I like about sex, Liz? It’s that it just doesn’t make any goddamned sense.”

Liz asked me to walk her to the deli so she could hit the ATM for cab fare. She had a light tan complexion; her hair was done up in complex, overlapping braids. I liked looking at her. As I limped along beside her Liz told me she’d recently separated from her husband. I wished her luck with all that. They ought to have un-weddings for these occasions—not divorces but parties to launch the newly-free into the world again.

Still erect and now insanely hungry, I ordered a Philly cheesesteak, salivated over the aroma of meat and cheese sizzling on the fryer. Took so long that I wanted to leap over the deli counter and make the sandwich myself. When I returned to the bar I unwrapped my prize and tore in. “This is the best fuckin sammich ever,” I said through a mouthful of beef n mayo. “I’m havin a meatgasm here.”

Emma and Leslie were standing together and facing me. “We’re ready to leave,” Les said. I must have frozen in place because Les had to take my hand. “Come on Lex,” she added, kinda sing-song, “we’ve been leading you around by your cock all night. No reason to fight it now.”

I swallowed before choking on my food, took one last swig of my gin and tonic and packed up my happy meal. There were no cabs around so we scooted across the park in one of those black hired cars. When our threesome arrived home I immediately let my aching, throbbing penis pop out of my fly and rushed through what remained of my sandwich. I must have looked ridiculous but I didn’t really care.

I stood before Emma as she sat upright on our couch. “You should taste him,” Les said to her, and the girl obliged. Soon Les undressed Emma, who in turn undressed me, and I was hovering over Emma, pushing her knees to her chest, smacking her little white ass, biting her little white feet. “I am so gonna fuck your brains out,” I whispered. She pushed me against the couch and straddled me, pinning my cock against her thigh. I took her eraser-tip nipples into my mouth one by one. She kissed me, seeming to wrap her tongue around mine. We both stripped Leslie, who insisted we’d all be more comfortable in the bedroom. So much for finishing the wine.

I entered Emma as she mashed lips with Leslie. I was not gentle. When I brought her legs up in order to watch myself disappear into her again and again I caught myself wondering how such a small woman could have enough room inside. She was slick, as if slathered in half a bottle of KY Silk, the result being that I slipped out several times. I flipped her over. While prodding her from behind I smacked her ass again and called her a little slut, ran my thumb along the slippery cleft of her buttocks.

An interlude ensued. Emma brought Leslie to orgasm with her fingers while I kissed and nibbled both girls everywhere. I decided Leslie sounds like a cat. Meow.

“You lick it and I’ll fuck it,” I told Les. Emma was on her back and I lay on my side, hanging over the side of the bed with my hand braced against the floor for leverage. Before I got my rhythm my hip bumped into Leslie’s head a couple times and we both laughed. Relief came, thankfully, before my arm gave out. Leslie withdrew and I pivoted my hip downward slightly, drawing my leg over Emma’s, pushing, pushing until the sweet release of the little death.

Ahhhhhhh.

No rest, however, for the wicked. After a short while my girlfriend’s soft lips coaxed me back to full rigidity and though I ached I couldn’t help myself. I thought of the warnings in those advertisements for hard-on pills: Seek medical attention if erection lasts longer than four hours. Hadn’t I been sporting a piece of pipe for at least that long tonight? No matter. At first I pinned Leslie beneath me and we went at it on the smallest sliver of the bed because Emma lay sprawled, half-asleep, in the middle. Then I stood at the bedside and pushed into Leslie as she bent over Emma’s midsection, our playmate lazily toying with my girlfriend’s breasts and hair. Funny how the second orgasm comes on stronger than the first. F-funny. Lil bigass, I used to call Les. Something soft and round to grab ahold of…

The next morning I puttered around the apartment in the nude, scratching my head. “What kind of Jedi mind trick did you two pull on me last night? My brain literally shut down.”

Leslie just smiled and kissed my cheek.

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