The Best Erotic Night Of My Life (Mya Jane)

[Gianni Shamari]

It was Monday morning, and I finished a photo shoot with Mya Jane at my Sutton Place glass apartment. She was one of those goddesses I could stare at all day. Her beauty was exotic! Most women craved to have her breath-taking looks. She was of Hispanic and Italian descent, and her body was perfectly symmetrical. You can't keep your eyes roaming over her supple, curvaceous figure as soon as you look at her.

Mya stood beside me in her skimpiest bikini that nearly failed to hide her big succulent boobs and voluminous ass cheeks. Mya's tanned skin looked unblemished. She had hips that were wide in contrast to her slim waistline. I curbed an urge to lick my lips and smiled at her. In return, Mya gave me a smile that buttressed her charismatic facial features. The down-turned eyes, Greek nose, full lips, and dimpled chin were set in proportion to her inverted triangular face. Mya's brown hair was ample; it gave a celestial luster in soft curls and layers waved down to her waist.

For breakfast, we ate pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon in my living room. One of my favorite TV shows, ESPN First Take, played on a flat-screen Samsung TV. Skip Bayless, Stephen A. Smith, and Cari Champion were debating the 2014 NBA Finals, which concluded last night. The Spurs won their fifth championship by dethroning the Miami Heat in five games.

“They made the Heat look like chumps in that series, and Kawi Leonard deserved the MVP award,” Mya commented; one of her traits was the dulcet voice I always loved. “He was awesome! ‘The Big Three’ had no answer for him the entire time.”

“I’m glad the Spurs won the championship,” I admitted. “They are the blueprint of great basketball!”

“Last year’s Finals were better.” Mya continued. “This year’s Finals were a little boring. I am not a big LeBron James fan, but I like Tim Duncan.”

“You’re right; the series was one-sided.” I agreed. “It was the best player versus the best team. I didn’t think it would end in five games. I was anticipating a 6-game series.”

“Me too, but after the first three games, I thought it would be a quick series,” Mya said smilingly. “The Spurs wanted it more!”

“Your photoshoot was better than the NBA Finals.” I felt. “Every pose that you nailed was spot-on.”

Mya was surprised. “Really? Wow,” she said.

“Yes, it was perhaps the best one I ever shot. All your photos came out perfectly, and it took us less than twenty minutes to complete. I loved the shots you took in my glass bathroom. You looked so sexy! I thought your hotness was going to melt my camera.”

Mya laughed. “Thanks! You know I want my pictures to be the hottest for the summer edition of Maré magazine,” she said and kissed me.
We consumed everything on our plates. After washing the dishes, I sat on the couch beside her. The cool air from the air conditioner chilled the cozy living room, but I felt a bit uneasy because we had to leave shortly. Mya had that unusual smile on her face, which made her look mysterious. I knew she wanted to tell me something, and I wished it to be the steamiest sex between us.

Finally, she said, “Umm... Maré!”

“Yes, love.” I smiled.

“I’m thinking about...”

“About?”

“I'm curious to know the feeling after having sex with a woman.”

I laughed. “I can tell you that in a nanosecond, baby girl!”

“No! I mean, how a woman feels to have sex with another woman.”

“What!” I was shocked.

She blushed. “I... I was thinking about having my first sexual experience with a woman.”

“Really?” That was another shock for me, but I managed to smile. “Well, I love that idea, baby girl! There is nothing as erotic as the sight of two hot women devouring each other’s bodies.”

“I want to know this feeling, Maré!” Mya continued. “Do you have a woman in mind who can help me with that fantasy?”

“I do,” I told her. “I am supposed to meet with one of my friends for lunch. Her name is Monica Hershel, The Predator! She’s a lesbian.”

“What!”

“Yes, and she's Ruby Rose’s doppelganger. Monica is one of the best for pleasuring women!”

“Is it possible for you to set up with her for this Friday because I’m leaving New York Saturday afternoon for Acapulco?” Mya asked.

“No problem! I’m going to confirm that,” I promised her. “You will surely have one hot lesbian experience that you won't ever miss!”

Mya crawled to me with a sultry smile, and we engaged in the wettest kiss ever. The heat that effused from her body made me take advantage of her and unhook her bra. Pushing Mya on her back, I broke our kiss and avidly ravished her big boobs. Grabbing and playfully squeezing them, I began sucking her nipples and continued sucking until she sighed. Then I embarked on licking her stomach, tracing a wet line over her linea alba, and kissing her belly button. I fumbled with the knots of her G-string and removed the skimpy material before licking down to her mons. As I nuzzled into her fine light brown carpet, she moaned and impulsively splayed her thighs. It was an invitation for me to go and consume the nectar that oozed from her ripe flower. I grabbed her succulent ass cheeks and glued my mouth to her quivering pussy. As hungry as a cat that licks milk, I continued lapping her pink flower and sipping her juices to the last drop. She grabbed my head, pushed my face deeper into her pussy, and pulled my hair as she reached her climax.

When she recovered her lost vitality, we swapped places. Mya unzipped my pants and began performing fellatio on me. She made love to my dick like a world champion. I could manage to last only for a few minutes, and I moaned as she brought me to the edge and ejaculated on her chin.

Mya beamed at me. “Now, that was a little sample of what I’m going to receive from your friend Monica,” she said. “Not only do I want some face in my pussy, but I also want a big, hard cock tearing up my ass.”

“Oh, you know you’ll get that for sure.”

We both laughed.

Feeling like a champion, I wore my Air Jordan 11 “Two Rings” PE sneakers and a matching white Air Jordan T-shirt. Then Mya and I left the penthouse. I drove her to the gym on the East Side and promised to text her later that night if Monica confirmed the Friday setup.

Inside the well-air-conditioned Hakkasan restaurant in midtown Manhattan, Monica and I sat at the table, eating some steamed dim sum and Jasmine tea-smoked pork ribs. We liked eating there because the place had an exotic ambiance and luxurious space. Due to the long blue-lit bars and marble-paneled cutouts, it almost felt like having lunch at a nightclub. Most people around us were chatting about the 2014 FIFA World Cup.

“So, how is your day so far?” I asked Monica.

“Fine! I cannot complain,” Monica answered. “I'm just curious about what you have to tell me.”

“Do you think I always call you here just to tip my hand?”

“Not always, Nature Boy! It's a wild guess,” she said, frowning at me.

“That’s a wild guess for a wild idea, Ha!”

“Yeah, I can make it when you eat less and look at me more.”

I laughed. “You are a smart girl, I must say.”

“So, what are you up to?”

“Here’s the deal! A friend of mine named Mya Jane wants to fulfill her fantasy.” I said, keeping my voice a little low.

“Okay, and what's her fantasy? I hope it’s the best one.” Monica beamed.

I grinned. No fantasy other than two women having sex was best for Monica. “You got it,” I affirmed. “She wants to have sex with a woman because she’s curious to know how women feel when they make love. Since It’ll be her first lesbian experience, I told her about you, and she got excited.”

“Is she cute?”

“She’s a stunner!” I said, raising my voice. “I did a photo shoot with her this morning at my apartment. Trust me, Mya is your type!”

I pulled out my smartphone and showed her Mya’s pics. Monica smiled and bit her lip. I could tell the pics had aroused her instantly.

“I like her,” Monica said as she gave the smartphone back to me.

“So, are you with it?"

“Yes, I’m with it. I want to be the one to pop her cherry in the lesbian world.”

“Cool. It has to be this Friday because she will be leaving New York and flying to Acapulco on Saturday."

“No problem, Nature Boy!”

“Also, she wants it to be a threesome with us,” I added.

“What?”

“Yes, she wants a threesome.” I continued. “We will double-team her as we did with Namitha a few years back!”

“Humm... you better make sure when you cum, it doesn’t fly in my direction.” Monica quipped.

“You don’t have to worry about my slip-ups. Just be ready to do some tongue-flicking action this Friday.” I winked.

“Or even more,” Monica said, winking at me. “A lesbian knows how to pleasure her mate.”

Friday finally arrived. Mya and I sat in a corner at Pier 45 Café, chatting and drinking cold bottled water. A live band was jamming, but the magnificent addition to the lively ambiance was the sunlight that penetrated the area. The sun shone brilliantly on the western horizon, imparting an orange-yellow hue above the Hudson River. Still waiting for the Predator, I put my glass on the table and looked at Mya. Holding the smartphone and wagging her finger on its screen, she kept her eyes fixed on the device.

I couldn't ask what texts she read so intently. The sight, more magnificent than the Hudson River and setting sun, had me transfixed on my chair. She had worn a dress that revealed much of her skin. A black cropped top and matching pencil skirt hugged her tight, accentuating her stunning curves. The sunglasses propped up on her crown made her countenance even more eye-catching. The metal bangles, glazing brilliantly on her right wrist, clanked as she moved her hand to touch the screen. I looked down at my Versace Medusa Polo shirt and smiled. It was white, contrasting with the khakis and black Versace Medusa hi-top leather sneakers I wore.

“Did you see the mug shot that has gone viral on social media?”

“Huh... No! I mean, what mugshot?” Mya's voice gave me a start, but I allayed my reflexes to impassivity in a second.

She pulled out her smartphone. “His name is Jeremy Meeks, a convicted felon. He is so handsome! I like his piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and chiseled face! He better get a modeling contract when he gets out of jail!”

“It is amazing that all the hot girls love bad boys.”

“Well, we like guys with an edge.”

I was about to gibe at Jeremy Meeks, but the New York Water Taxi caught my attention; it arrived and stopped at Pier 45. I knew Monica was on that boat. Dirty images of us double-teaming Mya reeled into my mind like a technicolor porn movie.

“Monica should be here any second,” I told Mya. “You are finally going to meet the Predator!”

Monica entered, found us at the table, and beamed. She topped off her looks by wearing a muted blue and beige plaid pantsuit with a button-up shirt, an Olivia Pope-inspired hat, a big black bangle on each wrist, and heeled strappy pumps. Only a few women could pull this fashion off, but she nailed it perfectly with her petite frame.

“Gosh. This is your friend? She's so beautiful, and I feel nervous!” Mya admitted.

“Relax, girl! Everything is going to be fine. Monica is cool,” I said, looking at her flushed face.

Monica sauntered to our table and sat on the chair next to Mya's.

“Monica, how are you? This is...."

“The stunner you told me about!” Monica quipped.

She and Mya laughed simultaneously. They greeted each other.

“You’re making her nervous,” I said to Monica, giving her a wink.

“How lovely! I like shy girls,” Monica said. Looking at Mya, she added, “You are gorgeous and sexy, like those girls I get laid with."

“Thank you,” Mya said smilingly without meeting Monica's gaze.

The live band started performing their rendition of “Searching” by the legendary group Change. The rhythm had me rocking as I began singing some of the lyrics to the song and glanced at Mya. She giggled at me.

“Growing up in Harlem, I remember my mother always played that song on weekends,” I told her. “Some of my neighbors visited us just to listen to the music because she had the best record collection.”

“You look so funny moving your head that way,” Mya said with a smile. “Your singing is not too bad.”

“Thanks, love, I appreciate that,” I responded with a grin. “Come on, let us go.”

We hopped inside my blacked-out Tesla Model S car and sped up the Joe DiMaggio Highway. I had the windows down to get some breeze, and our spirits rejuvenated. Fabolous’ “Foreigners” song blared from the car that had the highway shaking. We were going to the theater on the East Side to watch the comedy Think Like a Man Too. I had planned to let the girls enjoy my company before our main attraction would ensue that night.

Once inside the theater, we got the hot butter popcorn and sodas. Then we looked for seats and found three empty ones to the far left in a few minutes. Monica took Mya's hand and led her behind me. I let her sit to the far left and Mya next to her. Then, I seated myself to Mya’s right.

“These seats are perfect,” Mya commented. “I don’t like sitting in the front and back rows!"

“People talk too much when they occupy those seats,” Monica added.

“Exactly.” I agreed and caught a glimpse of Monica's hand moving to Mya’s thigh; she was deliberately fondling it, tickling her skin and making her shiver. “I hate sitting close to people in theaters, especially when I date girls. Lucky for us, we don’t have to worry about people seated behind us.”

“This theater is nice. We wouldn’t mind coming here again, would we, Mya?” Monica asked.

“Huh! Oh... yes,” Mya quavered and licked her lips.

The lights went out, darkness prevailed in the theater, and the preview started. I reached for a handful of popcorn and began crunching it. Mya and Monica shared another large box of popcorn. I grinned at them. They ate and giggled together as if they were already in a long-term relationship.

Twenty minutes into the movie, I looked again at Mya’s thighs; she had drawn them closer. There was no indication that Monica was tickling her with feathery caresses, but I felt she had hit the high spots, diverting Mya’s attention from the screen. I pursed my lips but curbed an urge to whistle as my eyes roamed up to her bust-hugging skimpy top and noticed a protuberance on each boob. Yes! She was getting aroused. I smirked, anticipating that it was going to be the best erotic night of my life.

We left the theater and had drinks at a nearby bar when the movie ended. Then, we continued heading uptown on First Avenue for our venture. Mya sat beside the Predator in the rear seat, holding hands and laughing with her; she looked cute wearing her new friend's hat. First, they talked about the funniest scenes in the movie. Then, I caught them sharing a French kiss and whistled.

“Wow! Get a room!” I spoke aloud.

They paid no heed to my wisecrack and continued kissing with each other. My cock instantly hardened as I rolled my eyes repeatedly to the rearview mirror and enjoyed watching their reflection. Thank God I was better at self-control because their demo was erotic enough to sidetrack any guy in the pilot seat. Biting my lip, I turned around a traffic circle as Monica nuzzled into Mya's top and reached down to touch her under the skirt. Mya's moans and Beyoncé’s “Partition” song synchronized, serenading us to our destination.

Entering my penthouse, we wasted no time racing to the main bedroom. Mya took her top and skirt off, denuding her mega boobs and voluptuous body. I looked at Monica as she removed the pantsuit and shirt, revealing her skinny figure. I stripped myself in a matter of seconds. We were ready for the venture!

First, Monica and I took turns kissing Mya. It was indeed a frenzied osculatory commencement. As I French kissed Mya, Monica grabbed her boobs and began sucking the erect light brown nipples. I let go of Mya's face and licked down her neck, hearing her sighs and slurping sound that Monica emitted while releasing her tits. Mya lovingly caressed my face and jiggled her tits around Monica’s face, enticing us to keep up the great work.

After a while, both the girls sat on the bed. Monica gently pushed Mya onto her back and hovered atop her; their naked bodies touched reciprocally. It was an arousing contact, not only for them but for me as well. They both smiled and passionately kissed each other. Stroking the shaft of my hardened cock, I ogled at Mya, who let the boyish Predator kiss her neck and lick her cleavage. Monica slid up and darted her tongue out, entering Mya's mouth. They French kissed while Monica squeezed her succulent boobs playfully.

Mya moaned and raised her arms around her head as Monica resumed sucking her marvelous tits. I saw the hunger in Monica’s eyes, construing her eagerness to lead her mouth on an osculatory tour of Mya’s body, and so she did by kissing down her flat stomach and unshaven crotch. She licked her fleshy thighs, knees, and shins before kissing each foot and sucking each toe. Monica knew well how to arouse her lovers in bed, and why not? She was the Predator, of course.

Rolling Mya over, Monica continued her amatory dalliance and tickled every nerve on Mya’s skin to her sexual plateau. Kissing each leg up and biting the massive ass cheeks, she pushed them open and licked her ass crack. Mya shuddered and grabbed the bed sheet as Monica slobbered her rear entrance with relish, then licked her spine up, kissed each shoulder blade, and turned the goddess on her back. They kissed each other until Monica resolved to suck her tits. As she slid down, licking her supple body to the crotch, Mya laughed and impulsively moved her legs apart. Monica touched her thighs and splayed them to ravish the pink flower that secreted its nectar.

Mya began moaning and uttering sex sounds. She closed her eyes and strained her torso. Flush appeared on her face, neck, and tits. Monica, the master cunnilinguist, brought out her talent that caused Mya to tremble all over. Her chest heaved, and she reached down, grabbing Monica's head. She flexed her fingers in an attempt to pull the close-cropped hair but merely pushed her lover's head between her thighs.

Monica sucked Mya’s clit, circumscribing it with her tongue. Lapping up the tasty juices, she teased her pussy lips that opened and quivered invitingly. I could discern from her frenzied oral service that she hadn’t got enough of a cunt feast.

Mya smiled at Monica and caressed her hair. The latter released her clit and said, “My love, I’m going to lick and suck you until you squirt a lot, quenching my thirst. Tasting your delicious cunny is a reward itself.”

“Yes baby, I am yours! Eat me like there is no end to it,” Mya quavered.

“Ahem, I'm standing in the very room watching you girls,” I said, catching their attention and approaching them. Climbing into the bed, I added, “Hey, yo Predator!”

“Yeah, all right! First, you take her. I can wait,” Monica spoke, raising her voice.

“Don’t forget we are here to double-team this baby doll. Keep on sucking her clit. I'll pleasure her from behind.”

Mya lay on her right side, raising her leg and letting Monica go down on her. Reclining on my side behind her, I parted her wet pussy lips. My hardened cock ached to enter her cunt, and I shifted myself, embracing her closely.

Thanks to Monica’s dexterity, I could enter Mya quickly. My shaft glided down her slippery canal until it hit her hilt in no time at all. The pleasure that excited the nerves of my cock was heavenly indeed. Her drenched pussy welcomed me even though I built my pace up, making successive thrusts harder than the preceding. I held on to her firm boobs and squeezed them while jamming her love haven.

We had our ways with Mya, holding her apposed between us. Monica massaged her thighs and ass cheek, slurping at her clit along. Mya’s pussy squashed against her chin as I grunted, holding one leg and fucking her wildly. Mya’s body shook all over. She screamed and yelled dirty words as we drove her to the edge. It was such a turn-on watching Mya go untamed. Out of the question, she was every freak’s fantasy. Listening to her yelps had me on the verge of cumming. Giving her more thrusts, I felt her cunt quivering around my shaft. Moments later, she squirted with subduing cries of release. Her orgasm triggered me to withdraw my cock and push it into her rectum.

I glanced at Monica, whose head bobbed between Mya’s open thighs. She lapped her spent pussy. I resumed my pace, penetrating her derriere as much as I could. In a matter of minutes, she shuddered to another climax. I groaned, unloading my jizz into her. While Monica smacked at Mya’s pussy swallowing her juices, I withdrew my cock and rolled on my back. Mya followed my example and laughed as Monica rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I love you, baby,” Monica cooed to Mya as she snuggled.

“I love you too, Predator,” Mya said, embracing her affectionately.

“How was it?”

“What?”

“Silly, the feeling of two women together,” she said before kissing her on the mouth.

“Mmm... incredible,” Mya said, kissing her in return.

“What a sweet reply! Take your time, girls,” I said, winking at them, got out of bed, and went over to the bathroom.

I washed my face, donned my boxers, and exited. Putting on the Versace shades, I sat next to the window, sipped champagne, and watched the erotic game being played by two girls. Monica had kissed Mya from head to toe when I was in the bathroom. Now, she was eating her out. I smirked as my eyes fell on the harness strap tied to her hips.

As anticipated, Monica rose higher and splayed Mya's thighs. She bent above her and deliberately positioned the dildo at her pussy before inserting it. Mya gasped as the shaft glided into her cunt. It went easy! Monica let her hips sink between Mya's thighs, bit her lip, and withdrew her weapon.

I licked my lips and watched. Monica was fucking Mya so deftly that the latter yelped and implored her to carry on. Her screams stifled only when the Predator claimed her mouth for a kiss. Inwardly, I liked the passion that Monica displayed as she screwed Mya and brought her to a swift plateau. Mya hugged her, clawed at her back, and moaned. Her body shuddered, and she yelled, declaring a mind-blowing orgasm.

They lay quiet until the recovery of their vitality and then kissed each other. As Monica resolved to go down on Mya, I approached the bed. Mya turned her head and looked at me dreamily. Her flushed, contented face told me everything. Now, she knew the amorous disposition and passion of a lesbian for the woman she makes love to.

I bent down, kissed her on the lips, and asked, "Do you want me to suck your tits?"

For an answer, she smiled and closed her eyes.

I beamed at her and began sucking her full tits.

None of us can ever forget that night. Yes, it was the best erotic night of my life!


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