These days it is not uncommon for women in their late thirties to have children that are in early twenties. Malachi had met such a woman, Summer. They had met online, on one of the popular ‘networking’ sites. They hit off pretty quickly, conversing online via messenger and email for about a week before they had exchanged phone numbers. They got along very well and despite coming from different backgrounds, they had tons in common; from the music they both enjoyed, to the places they had both lived, and a shared sense of core values. Summer had come from a wealthy background, her father was Fortune 500 CEO at a telecommunication corporation, and her mother was a feared and respected corporate lawyer. Summer, although considered the family’s black sheep, had followed in her mother’s footsteps; she’d graduated at the top of her law class before eventually going into business for herself.
Malachi was raised by his mother, a Haitian immigrant who had gotten pregnant the first time she had sex and remained celibate the rest of her life for fear she’d get pregnant again. Her fear wasn’t so much having another child as it was being left for dead - literally - as her ex boyfriend, Malachi Senior, had attempted. He had beat her near death upon finding out she was carrying his child. Marie, Malachi’s mother, prayed daily that her son wouldn’t have his father’s violent streak - because of his quick temper, it was all she could ask for. After all, the boy was a walking replica of his father in both looks and charm. She was pleased that he had also inherited his father’s near genius IQ, but afraid because her son was a lady’s man since she could remember. It helped ease the pain that he sat at her bedside when she succumbed to breast cancer. Malachi only wished his mother was still alive to see how he had turned his life around.
On their first date, Malachi took Summer to a boxing event. It was quite an unusual thing to do as a first date but Summer loved boxing and totally enjoyed the night. The fight was in Atlantic City, New Jersey. They both lived in New York City. Malachi was a Brooklyn man, born and raised, while Summer grew up on Long Island and now lived in Manhattan’s ritzy Soho area. Malachi was a successful writer; he freelanced for some of the top magazine publications in the nation and had a book on the New York Times’ best seller list. Summer had a law degree; she has spent some years working in the gritty world of finance - Wall Street - but her love for shoes lead her in a different direction. The thirty eight year old woman had just celebrated the fourth anniversary of the grand opening of her shoe boutique the week before she met Malachi.
Malachi was smitten when he met Summer in person. He had seen her pictures and found her extremely attractive but to see her in person, there were no words. He had almost found himself speechless. He’d told her to dress comfortably because they had a two hour drive before reaching their destination. The whole date was a big surprise so Malachi had to advise her on what type of attire she should bring along. The only thing Summer was aware of was the fact that she was going away for the weekend and there would be tons of other people around. Malachi had booked two hotel rooms, and she had the option to leave should she feel uncomfortable.
It was the uncomfortable thing that scared her; she felt no discomfort at all. It was
as if she’d known the man for ages. She had done her research before accepting Malachi’s invitation to spend the weekend away with him. She’d googled his name and read up on much of his work, the many awards, and accolades he’d gathered in his short years as a writer. She had even run an online record check and it confirmed everything he’d told her about himself. He did have a criminal record. He had spent some time in federal prison and had some other run-ins with the law in his late teens and early twenties but it seemed he had since straightened out his life. She felt like a high school freshman girl that had just been asked out by the school’s football star. Whenever the phone would ring and she’d see his name indicating it was him calling, she could not keep from smiling, even her daughter, Dawn, had noticed a change in her mother. It was Dawn that urged Summer to go on the weekend getaway, she had not seen her mother so happy in years and it was a far cry from her last boyfriend–Kyle the accountant.
Summer’s elevator opened up to her loft. She had just buzzed Malachi in and less than a minute later as she opened the door to let him in, her heart skipped a beat. The man standing in front of her was simply… She too could not find the words to describe what she thought of him as he walked in with a bouquet of long stem red roses. His smile was stunning; he wasn’t as tall as she was accustomed to. All of the men she had dated in the past we’re all at least six feet, two inches and up. Malachi stood at five feet and ten inches. His black hair was cropped short, freshly cut; he was clean shaved with a very nice go-tee that surrounded his perfect full lips. He wore designer jeans, some very stylish sneakers, and a yellow polo shirt that accented his almost caramel colored skin, tinged with hints of red from the many hours he’d spent in the sun this summer.
His eyes were brown but seemed to change color, depending on how the light reflected. She didn’t recognize his fragrance, it was soft and faint, she caught wind of it when he walked passed her into the sitting area. She took quick notice of how clean and smooth his skin was. The gleam in his smile was enough to make her melt; she was totally taken in by his appearance. What turned her on the most were the tattoos that covered his arms like a sleeve. Even at quick glance she could tell that the ink told the story of an old soul; his hurts, his pains, his sorrows, his joys, his weaknesses, his strengths, and his passions, could all be seen from his wrists to his worked out bicep. She wanted to pull off his shirt, to examine the art work, to breath in more of his fragrance, to come up with a mathematical formula for the way his cologne mixed with his PH balance, to theorize the reason why she was so attracted to this man.
Malachi was not Summer’s type per se. He was shorter than what she was accustomed, he was a college dropout, he was covered in tattoos, had a criminal record, grew up in the ghetto, smoked cigarettes, smoked cigars, smoked weed, drank daily, and was very raw – he spoke his mind, and was very clear expressing his thoughts and opinions, he always held his ground. His confidence was not overbearing but it was noticeable. Summer fast realized that what she considered his flaws were what turned her on the most. His intelligence exceeded that of her old Yale graduate coworkers, his diction and articulation were very impressive, his presence and confidence made up for the height issue. He’ll wear long sleeves when
I introduce him to my parents she thought to herself as he caught her starting at an African inspired version of the Virgin Mary holding a Black Jesus on his right forearm.
“My tattoos don’t bother you do they,” Malachi asked with an inquisitive smile. Summer gave a lost look as her brain was delayed in computing what her date had just asked.
“Um, no, you said you had sleeves, I don’t think I really understood that you meant it literally. I just figured you had some shirt sleeves of something tattooed on your arms, I was afraid to ask, and figured I’d just see it when we meet,” Summer added jokingly.
They both laughed as Malachi extended his arms, drawing Summer towards him for an introductory hug. He held her hands as they backed away, gave her the once over and… “Wow,” was the only word he was able to muster. Summer, almost blushing, told him to make himself at home as she walked down the 3500 square foot loft to get the rest of her things.
Malachi had told Summer to dress comfortable for the trip. She dressed very casual in a white “wife beater,” blue jeans, and some white Italian leather flip flops that had just come into her boutique. Her jewelry was sparse, a diamond bracelet, with matching tennis anklet, a beautiful diamond ring which she wore on her right ring finger, and a one of a kind clutch purse completed her look. Malachi watched as Summer switched away, admiring her size six figure. She was a little taller than the women he’d normally dated. She was five feet eight inches tall with no heels on, very slim, long legs, a very small waist, and curvy rear end. Her cleavage looked inviting; he’d made sure to keep his eyes above her neckline.
Malachi loved the wild and curly look she wore, the Marilyn Monroe-esque mole above her lip; her deceptively innocent light brown eyes were to die for. He had been single for a long time, three or four years, he wasn’t too sure. During that period of his life he’d been enjoying the single life, one night stands, one month flings, forbidden affairs with married women, and a host of other things which satisfied his yearnings. This time however, Malachi found himself actually falling for this woman. A woman who’d checked out his profile on a website. A woman that seemed to fit everything he looked for. She was educated, a great conversationalist, had traveled all over the world, was a successful business woman, and had a great sense of humor. That sounds a little generic to most of you I know, but please understand that in the past few years Malachi had been on hundreds of dates and he had come to know exactly what he was looking for in a woman. Summer was the closest he’d ever come to what he believed could be his soul mate. It was feeling this could be the real thing that drove Malachi to plan this outing.
The first order of business was to get down to Atlantic City. This posed no problem; Malachi hired a driver to take them there and to be on call the whole weekend just in case. The boxing match idea happened haphazardly. He knew Summer loved boxing and he was given tickets to a major bout by a friend whom would not be able to attend. It was also the weekend of the National Tattoo Convention. He had been
attending the event for the last few years and he’d had conversations with Summer on the fact that she was too chicken to get a tattoo but she really wanted one. Malachi had planned on helping her get her first tattoo. He had also been privy to the fact that Prince (the artist) was going to make a surprise appearance at the Bellagio Casino on Saturday. He prayed everything turned out perfect this weekend, he really wanted to see Prince perform, and he really wanted Summer to accompany him. As he was answering a text message from a fellow writer buddy and fantasizing about making love to Summer, Malachi’s world was turned upside down by three simple words – “Hello, I’m Dawn,” the woman said as she walked through the elevator door, into the loft.
The woman standing in front of Malachi was almost the exact replica of the other woman, the one that had just walked down the hall a few minutes ago. It was as if someone up in the Heavens had perfected perfection. Malachi was enamored by her beauty, her French manicured tender hands were as soft as Summer’s, her complexion a few shades darker, her eyes shone brighter, her smile was powerful enough to illuminate the sun.
“Oh, nice to meet you Dawn, I’m Malachi,” it was the second time in the past hour he’s almost tripped on his words.
“Mom,” the younger angel yelled down the hall in the direction Summer had gone down just a few moments ago. Her mother came walking down the hallway of the loft with two Louis Vuitton bags in tow.
“Malachi, that’s my daughter Dawn,” Summer said, smiling all the while.
“Yes, we’ve met, but I would never have taken her for your daughter, I thought maybe your sister, you two look so much alike,” Malachi commented poker faced yet still taken aback by Dawn’s beauty. “All ready,” he asked?
“Oh yes, I am if you are,” Summer replied looking at her daughter for a sign of approval.
Dawn found Malachi to be very attractive; she’d even noticed the three very small diamonds on his lateral incisors. She had expected someone that looked more mature. Malachi didn’t look a day over twenty five, much younger than the thirty four years he said he’d been on this earth. She had never been one to date a man with so much body ink but found it sexy on him. She joked about whether he had any brothers or friends for her. They all laughed while her mother informed Malachi that Dawn was engaged to a very handsome, young, successful, and promising surgeon.
“Mom, text me to let me know you’re okay, I don’t want to have to strap Malachi to my dental chair and pull his teeth out without anesthesia for hurting you,” Dawn said half joking and half serious.
The three said their goodbyes as the elevator door opened to transport Malachi and
Summer downstairs to an awaiting Black Lincoln Navigator driven by Shane Hadley. Shane’s father, Larry, and Malachi had gone to the same school but had never really been friends. It was not until they had run into one another at a book signing and had gone out for drinks afterwards that the two became very good friends. Larry had talked Malachi into being a financial partner for nationwide car service. The car service was doing well, financially; it had been a sound business decision on Malachi’s part. Shane worked as a driver part time every summer. Malachi had specifically requested Shane to drive because he was a very responsible driver. Shane was glad to oblige, he loved driving for the big tipper.
The drive down to Atlantic City allowed the new couple to get comfortable in each other’s presence. Up until today they had only spoken on the phone. Thankfully neither of them felt awkward and the drive south from New York was smooth, they beat the rush hour traffic. It was around six o’clock when they arrived and checked into their rooms. Malachi had gotten separate rooms to make Summer feel more at ease about spending the weekend with a complete stranger. Summer had spied a billboard advertising the boxing event yet she had not put two and two together. The couple showered and prepared for the night out, in their respective rooms. They looked stunning. Malachi in a black pin striped tailored suit, black shirt and black shoes, looked as if he was on his way to a movie premier. Summer wore a red dress her best friend, Sheena, had made for her. It fit her like a glove, showing off her curves and cleavage yet was classy. The couple complimented one another very nicely.
Malachi had made seven o’clock reservations at Carmine’s, a well known Italian restaurant. Everything was going well so far except that Malachi couldn’t help thinking of Dawn. While showering in the hotel room he’d masturbated to images of Dawn. He fantasized that he’d fucked her on the couch in the sitting room when she walk in and introduced herself. Summer was very appealing but he didn’t get the same spark when he met her. If he had to rate it on a scale of 1-10, Dawn definitely hovered around 20. Still horny after jerking off, Malachi walked over to Summer’s room. She was not quite ready to leave when she let him in. She stood in the bathroom mirror applying one thing or other to her lips when Malachi walked in behind her. Summer smiled as he walked close to her and lightly kissed the nape of her neck. She could feel his arousal against her behind and could feel her own arousal beginning to moisten her satin g-string.
Malachi wrapped his hands around Summer’s waist and softly licked and sucked on her neck, causing slight moans and encouraging reactions from his date. He could feel her ass grinding against his already hard dick and tested the waters by lifting up her red dress and feeling up her legs, his fingers outlining the satin clothe barrier. He looked up in the mirror to see Summer’s reaction and it was everything he had hoped for… her tongue sticking out, licking her lips, eyes closed, breathing heavy, as he moved her g-string to the side and gently penetrated with just one finger, then two. He brought his wet fingers to Summer’s mouth and she hungrily sucked on them as if she was performing oral. With his other hand, Malachi undid his pants and Summer could feel the heat of his manhood and arched her back, leaned forward into the mirror and allowed Malachi full access to her nectar. Fearing a change of
mind, Malachi rubbed the head of his dick along the outside of her pussy, lubricating the head and inched his way into Summer’s essence. His stroke was intense, passionate… his imagination wild with visions of Dawn…
New York
Dawn laid trembling, torrents of confusion running throughout her body; fear and pleasure ravaging her senses. She had never been unfaithful to Andrew. He was her first real relationship, her first love, her first time, her first kiss, and now to ice the cake also her fiancé. Could she have just thrown it all away with a whisper? How could such a brief meeting bring so much chaos to her home?
Malachi.
She couldn’t get his voice out of her head, it haunted her subconscious. Glimpses of his tattoos, his smile, those diamond eyes, his perfect lips…
Malachi
“How in the world,” she thought to herself, “could I have whispered his name”? Her love making with Andrew had always been pleasant. She had nothing to compare it to except gossip from her friends and some Internet porn. Andrew was good, he would make sure that she had her orgasm first when he went down on her and then he would get on top of her and go the five minutes until he was ready and ejaculate in the condom. Making love with Andrew was wonderful because she loved him, but it was so clinical; she could tell you everything he would do before did it. There was never any change in the way they made love and he would have a heart attack whenever Dawn mentioned things that may spice up their sex life.
How did Andrew even hear what she said anyway? While she thought it was just a whisper, to Andrew’s ear it sounded more like the blast from a canon. The name Malachi was foreign to him, except for having heard it or read it somewhere in the bible. Andrew froze midway through making love to his soon to be wife - her squirting fluids hitting his face at full force, burning his eyes, and as if listening to a horror movie soundtrack, his ears were assaulted:
My, oh my, oh yes Andy!
Those were the words he prayed that he really heard but as Dawn’s body quivered harder than he’d ever experienced, and her whispers became shouts and screams, he realized she was actually saying:
MALACHI, OH YES DADDY!
Andrew had gotten up, heartbroken, and walked out of the room, washed his face in the guest bathroom and left without saying a word. To make matters worse, when
he came back a few hours later…
The creamy fluid could be seen glistening, even in the darkness, as Dawn maniacally shoved the dildo in and out her tight pussy. Wrapped up in her own little world she didn’t hear Andrew walk into the room, staring at her. Immediately upset, his feelings of insecurity taking the best of him, making his blood pressure rise, Dr. Andrew Henry lost his composure and shot off a tirade of words that his wife to be had no idea he even knew how to pronounce. Dawn had never heard him curse, not even so much as the word damn. Andrew was always the calm, cool, and collected one. His emotions rarely ever showed but he truly hated sex toys and Dawn’s use of them made him feel inadequate already, without having to ad in her mention of another man’s name.
Upon seeing her fiancé burst in on her, and hearing the obscenities spewing from his mouth… Dawn became even more aroused. Determined to reach the ultimate orgasm, she turned over on her stomach while massaging her clit, throwing the dildo across the room, she spied at her fiancé from in between her legs — “Oh daddy, come fuck me,” she forcefully demanded to no avail. Andrew’s face was riddled in disgust. He could not fathom the thought of Dawn fucking herself with a plastic penis, let alone seeing her do it. He wanted to know who this Malachi was but was afraid to ask. He wondered how long she had been thinking of another man during their love making. Rolling his eyes, Andrew walked out of the room shutting the door behind him. Undeterred, Dawn continued her clitoral massage until she passed out. The intense pleasure she felt while masturbating had drained all of her energy. She masturbated on a regular basis, almost daily, but never in her life did her fantasies consist of a man other than Andrew.
Tonight she pictured herself suspended in mid air, legs tightly wrapped around Malachi supported by his muscular arms, as they feverishly fucked each other’s brains out in front of an audience - an audience which consisted of Andrew her fiancé, someone had to show him the way she needed to be satisfied; her mother Summer, the woman she could never please, the woman who always expected more than she could give; and of course Andrew’s mother Mrs. Henry, who controlled Andrew’s every move, who opposed the marriage simply because Dawn is a Colored girl and who Dawn secretly found extremely attractive. Whenever Dawn fantasized with Mr. YahYah (her dildo) in hand, somehow or other, Mrs. Henry always played a main character and before the fantasy was over, her head would be buried in between Dawn’s legs.
That was earlier and as tears rolled down her eyes, she thought of Andrew and how hurt he must be but thoughts of the person at fault crept into her mind again and she fought with all her will to remain in bed until her fiancé returned home only to get up five minutes later to retrieve the dildo from the corner where she had thrown it… The weight of her guilt wasn’t enough to keep her from fantasizing about him. As she lied back in bed, the words she whispered earlier began to bounce off the bedroom walls and echo all about - MALACHI, OH YES DADDY!
After countless orgasms, Dawn fell asleep with the dildo lodge in between her legs. She could recall a better sleep than the one she had that night. The next morning she woke up to find that Andrew had come home in the middle of the night and left with all of his things. She didn’t feel sad, instead she felt euphoric she felt extremely
horny again, as she thought of the reason why he’d left in the first place. She returned to bed, returned to Mr. YahYah, and returned to whispering her favorite tune…
MALACHI, OH YES DADDY!
Atlantic City
Summer thought she was in heaven. Never had she been with a man of Malachi’s breed. He knew just how to treat a woman. He was the perfect gentlemen, opening doors, pulling out chairs, ordering for her at dinner, and other little things she always secretly wanted her man to do but never was able to express it to any of her ex’s; she always thought that if she had to tell a man how to be a man then he wasn’t the man for her. Malachi however just seemed perfect. He treated her like a princess; no, actually she felt more like a queen. She was originally reluctant about spending the weekend away with him. She thought maybe he had plans of keeping her locked in a hotel room, fucking, and that would be the end of it once they got back home. Although for the first time ever this would have been okay with her, she was totally taken aback by the royal treatment. She had finally found a man that was attentive to her needs, observant of her likes and dislikes, and catered to them perfectly.
Every detail was carefully planned; from the limousine to the presidential suite, from the boxing match to Prince concert and private after party. Malachi even held her hand as she tattooed a butterfly on the inside of her right ankle. Summer wasn’t a gambler but it seemed Malachi brought her luck because she won a few thousand dollars at the black jack table. The pampering massage and spa treatment were just what she needed before returning to work, not to mention the way he made love to her. The thought of his prowess in bed gave her goose bumps. She was so accustomed to being in the lead with her past lovers but Malachi was so different. His gaze alone made her heart melt and the warmth of his kisses made it skip beats almost to the point of hyperventilating. The orgasms she reached when they made love were so forceful they left her ears ringing and black spots in her field of vision. It wasn’t until their last night together that Summer had ever considered anal sex. Up to this point in her life no man had ever brought her to that place where she’d submit to any of his sexual whims. On that last night however, the way Malachi worked his tongue and fingers in and out of her anus brought her to the brink of insanity and Summer so yearned for the feel of his hooked dick to enter her but he chose not to. It was fine with her either way but she knew that whenever he would be ready, she would be too.
Monday morning at the boutique was a difficult one. Summer could not keep her mind off of Malachi and she’d spent the day on her Blackberry – or crackberry as she liked to call it - texting her best friend Keisha about the great weekend she’d had. She fought hard to describe it in words but Keisha understood her ramblings and incomplete thoughts. What killed Keisha was the fact that Summer would not
divulge the man’s identity.
Summer wanted to share her experience with Dawn but her daughter had taken the day off. She hoped her Dawn was alright. The last text she had gotten from her was that she and Andrew were having problems and that she would be taking the day off. Oh well, Summer thought, there was nothing to could ruin her day, and if something did all she would have to do is reminisce on her weekend and a smile would immediately show on her face. She had refrained from contacting Malachi except for a text thanking him for the best weekend she’d ever had and she had herself planned a special weekend for him, she thought it was the least she could do. He wouldn’t be free for another 2 weeks so it gave her time to plan something nice. She thought a hop, skip, and jump to Hawaii would be a nice weekend away. After making sure he would be free she called her travel agent to book the trip. Then she got online to order a few toys to keep her occupied for the next two weeks while Malachi was away on a work assignment, working on an article for a popular men’s magazine.
Malachi had given Summer a new outlook on her love life. It had been years since she really felt anything other than disdain for a man and she was beginning that think that she was falling in love. The thought was elating… even the text from her daughter that she wouldn’t be in to work for the next few days didn’t bother her. Summer would have to fill in so she booked a first class flight for Italy, leaving that evening. There was a brand new hot designer Dawn was to meet with and Summer would let nothing deter her boutique from becoming the exclusive carrier of the young man’s new line of shoes. Besides, she needed to keep as busy as possible until the next time she could see Malachi again.
Malachi was a little disappointed when Summer had told him that she was leaving for Italy that evening. He was planning on flying her out to Vancouver to spend a few days with him while on assignment. Although his thoughts were consumed with Dawn, she was Summer’s daughter and off limits. He would just have to fantasize of being with her. If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with. It was an old saying and while it didn’t fittingly apply to this situation, he used it to try and make sense of his being so drawn to Dawn. As far as he was concerned Summer was the perfect fit wrapped up in one person. He had finally found everything he was ever looking for in a woman. Prior to meeting her, such a task took three or four women; one would be intelligent, the other one funny, another would be gorgeous, and another still would be an excellent conversationalist… It was never ending and at last he found a woman that could hold his attention in many more ways than just one.
From what Malachi could assess, Summer knew how to treat a man. She would say thank you when he held the door opened for her instead of going on and on about how men don’t hold doors anymore. She told him what looked good to her on the menu and trusted him to order just right thing. She engaged him in conversation that covered everything from the Obama electoral race to why she refuses to listen to R. Kelly. She didn’t get inebriated at the Prince after party even though the champagne flowed freely in every corner of the room. She was the perfect complement to Malachi. He knew he could take her anywhere, in any setting and
wouldn’t have to worry about her behavior or her saying something stupid. Summer had class, she held her ground, and never showed any hint of jealousy as other women clearly expressed interest in Malachi everywhere they went. She’d even complimented an ex girlfriend of his, given the young woman her business card, inviting her to visit the shoe boutique. Yes, Summer was the woman Malachi planned on keeping and being faithful to… now if only he could get over visions of sleeping with her daughter.
Knowing he would be in Vancouver working, Malachi had decided to have his agent schedule a couple of book signings and a radio interview. He was also scheduled for a reading at a local university. His days were going to be pretty filled and he was happy about it. With Summer heavy on his mind, adding the fact that she was out of the country, the temptation of giving in to his sexual wants would be hard to fight off. He had vowed to be faithful to Summer for the duration of their being together and figured it would be a long time. He’d decided that instead of cheating and breaking her heart, should he not be able to keep his vow, he would just break up with her. Always the pragmatic, Malachi felt it was the best way to go on. He wanted to give Summer the full opportunity of himself without having to share any parts of him, physically, mentally, or even spiritually, with any other woman – well not in a romantic manner.
There was of course his best friend Kiki. Malachi and Kiki grew up together; they had been best friends for at least twenty years. Their relationship was strictly platonic and the love they had for one another was one that siblings shared, the kind twins were known to have. In a sense the two were twins, both born the same year, month, and day; even the same hospital – Brookdale Medical Center, in Brooklyn. The strange thing about their relationship was that they were always in their own little world. It’s as if they were impenetrable because they didn’t have friends in common. Malachi had his friends, Kiki had her friends, and they would never mix. They also applied the same unwritten rule to lovers. It seemed that whenever they brought someone in their circle, things fell apart and the person or people would feel like outsiders.
Malachi and Kiki had a certain way of speaking, a sort of coded language only they understood. It came natural to them and even though they would be speaking perfect English, they would be the only ones to understand what was going on. It made others feel uncomfortable and so they just kept to themselves. They did everything friends do together including traveling, talking on the phone, texting, fighting, crying, and even sleeping in the same bed; the only difference was that they did it only with each other and probably always will.
For the first time in a long time Malachi couldn’t wait to introduce a woman to Kiki. Of course he would not let Kiki know that she was going to meet anyone because she’d only refuse. Malachi wanted it to be a surprise. This was a part of his life that he felt Kiki should be in on. He also didn’t want to go on with Summer unless she felt comfortable around Kiki because she was a part of his life and would be forever. No matter what happened in his life, the ups, the downs, the things-can’t-get-any-worse-but-they-did, Kiki has always been there for him and vice versa. It was very important to him that the two women met, he made it a priority to make it happen.
Little did he know how much his life would change on that day, little did he know how many secrets would be revealed, how much of him would be revealed, how much would be revealed about those he loved.
Vancouver
Malachi’s website advertised all of his past and recent book signings. As Dawn sat staring at her laptop screen, never in a million years, not even if Jesus himself came down and told her that she would, first, feel relieved after breaking up with Andrew and second, that she had the balls to hop a plane to another country in chase of a man that was totally off limits to her. It wasn’t as if this man belonged to a co worker, or one of her friends, or even a cousin for that matter. This was the man her mother was definitely crazy about. She could tell Summer was falling for Malachi because her mother had not checked on her all day and she was safely back home and back to work. The weekend must have gone on very well or else her mother would have been at her apartment first thing with a long story and tears in her eyes. Instead, Dawn’s mom seemed too preoccupied to find out what was going on between her and Andrew.
Ironically enough, Dawn was actually happy for her mother. She felt like a stalker as she anxiously waited for the clock to hit five thirty. The book signing was at six in the evening. It was five o’clock but Dawn had already showered and picked out an outfit. Actually she had been in Vancouver since eight AM. She had requested an early check-in time in order to have time to do some shopping. She spared no expense on a pair of tight fitting designer jeans. It took her over an hour to find the right shirt, almost making her late for her hair appointment. Fortunately she was a shoe fashionista and had brought along enough pairs of shoes to pick from back at the hotel. It seemed the time would not move fast enough. She passed the last half hour sitting in a chair with her left leg up on the desk in her hotel room, Mr. YahYah in hand, masturbating to pictures of Malachi that were posted on his website.
New York…
Summer was busy shopping for her trip to Hawaii. She and Malachi had spent hours on the phone the night before having a very intimate conversation about some of his fantasies and some of her own as well. She’d confess to him that she had always wanted to make love to a woman in front of her man and then have him join in. Actually the fantasy was a little more complicated than what she alluded to but she didn’t want to go into details with him about it. She would have but Malachi had confessions of his own. Even though his book was sex fueled with what seemed to be the author’s object of desire, he had not experienced even a fraction of the things written in his book. He did have a lot of sexual experiences and many partners in the past but, although he had many opportunities and offers from all kinds of women, he
wanted to be able to share that part of himself with his life’s mate and so always refrained from making reality many of his fantasies.
It was such a pleasure to Summer to have finally found a man that was very communicative and sexually open minded. She had many things planned for her and Malachi. The first thing on her list was a threesome in Hawaii. It didn’t take her long to put her plan together, she even had the woman in mind that she wanted to share herself and her man with. She knew the woman would jump at the opportunity because Keisha had been trying to get into Summer’s heat since she could remember.
“I just want to know what it feels and tastes like. I would be satisfied just to look at it,” Keisha always said whenever her curiosity and her estrogen piqued. Dawn was always attracted to her but wanted to wait for the perfect time — Hawaii was the perfect place and her trip in two weeks would be the perfect time she reasoned to herself.
Vancouver…
Malachi was preparing himself for his book signing. Although he felt very comfortable and always looked great in a suit, he was more of a jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers type of guy. The weather in Vancouver was unseasonably cool. Malachi loved wearing black so he dressed in a black polo and black jeans; a pair of Air Jordan number ones completed his look. After carefully choosing the right cologne and wrist wear, he brushed his wavy hair, applied some medicated cream on his face that prevents razor bumps and walked the three blocks to the book store where the signing was taking place.
Malachi always enjoyed his privacy. The good thing about writing was that even though his book sold very well, his face was unknown to the masses. Very seldom was he recognized and when someone did know who he was, they usually talked themselves out of approaching him. “Look, isn’t that the writer, Malachi St. Jean,” someone would ask? Usually to be followed was “No, it just looks like him” or “No, it’s probably not him”. Malachi’s amusement and smile would often give him away but he didn’t consider this kind of attention as an invasion on his privacy. As he walked down the street, a few students pointed towards him but this was only due to the fact that his face was being passed around on flyers and was blown up on an easel in the book store not far away.
As he was leaving the hotel lobby he could have swore he had spotted Dawn. Couldn’t be, he thought to himself but it made him feel uncomfortable. Just as he was expelling thoughts of her from his mind, he envisions her again; this time in another country three thousand miles away from where she most likely was. A little shaken by the apparition, Malachi stopped at a corner pharmacy and bought a pack of cigarettes. Even though he’d quit smoking years ago, he needed one to take the
edge off, just this once. There was no way he would be able to sit through a signing if every other woman that walked up for an autograph reminded him of Dawn.
Dawn didn’t take the fact of being in the same hotel as Malachi as pure coincidence. She felt fate was on her side and the feeling only intensified her resolve to… In actually Dawn had no idea what she was going to do. She feared being rejected for more than just the obvious. What if Malachi didn’t find her appealing? What if he thought she was too young? Many “ifs” ran through her mind as she rushed out of the hotel and into her awaiting cab, hoping that Malachi had not spotted her. Why would he, she reasoned?
“Have fun at the signing and hurry home, you owe me dinner,” was the text message from Kiki. Malachi was responding to it when he walked through the book store’s front doors. The place was packed. His agent had told him to expect a big crowd. The book had done very well in Vancouver. Malachi wasn’t expecting such a big crowd. The line was around the corner and in line was the young lady he’d seen earlier, the one that looked like Dawn and his heart skipped a beat as he walked through the door. He wondered to himself if that was really her and what would he do if it really was.
It was two hours before he saw the light blue strappy sandals again. The perfectly painted toe nails leisurely tapped up and down, their owner patiently waited for the older woman in front of her to finish giving her praise and properly focus her digital camera which she had no idea how to use. Finally as Dawn was walking up to have her book signed; Malachi was signing more books for the still growing crowd of readers that didn’t have one in hand. He looked up at her not knowing what to say, feeling his arousal growing, he sat speechless, admiring Dawn’s figure, measuring every inch of her in his mind, imagining the tartness of her sweat, the saltiness of her tears, the sweetness of her nectar, the sound of her moan, the whiteness in her eyes as they roll to the back of her head…
“I’ll leave it to you to decide how to sign my copy,” she said coyly, flirting. “I’m dying to know who the author’s object of affection is, and I’d gouge my eyes out for a man to love me the way he loves her,” Dawn said speaking of the two main characters in the book.
“The love you speak of is the object of the author’s imagination, Dawn,” was all Malachi could muster up with a very dry mouth.
“I don’t usually read fiction, but your writing feels so real, I thought I was reading a diary or memoir,” Dawn complimented.
“What are you doing in Vancouver Dawn, your mother’s worried about you, she said something about a fight between you and Andrew last time I spoke to her,” Malachi was slowly regaining his senses.
“I was on your website and saw that you had a book signing and after reading your book I couldn’t pass up the chance,” she replied.
“Well if you were on my website then you know I have a signing coming up in Brooklyn next month. Why are you here in Vancouver,” he repeated? It had not crossed Malachi’s mind that Dawn was actually in Vancouver to see him. That just didn’t sound rational. In fact it was absolutely insane. He chalked it up to coincidence and was relieved when Dawn explained that she and Andrew had planned to get away together for weeks and had picked Vancouver out of a hat. The big fight was because he had forgotten that they were leaving for a few days, yet he was the one constantly complaining about her job and far away business trips. Dawn went on to quickly explain that she decided to take the trip without Andrew and had noticed the advertisement about the signing as her cab drove past the bookstore earlier on in the day. She had lied. She also asked that Malachi not divulge her whereabouts to her mother, she didn’t feel like the million and one questions.
Although Malachi had accepted Dawn’s explanation he wasn’t about to let Summer know that Dawn happened to be in Vancouver with him, that she just happened to be staying in the same hotel, and that his head just happened to fall in between her legs. Well that part had not happened yet and while he wasn’t sure that it would he knew that if given an inch he’d not just take the mile but steal the whole marathon.
New York…
Summer had just gotten home from dinner with Keisha. She had wanted to let Keisha in on her big Hawaii plans and didn’t want to do it over the phone. Summer’s fantasy was very detailed and she had some rules that she wanted followed that had to be adhered to. She explained to Keisha that this was going to take place just one time, and that it was her only chance to finally taste it and see what it really felt like - being as she was so curious. The first rule was that everything would take place in a dark room and that Keisha would not be allowed to utter a word until the lights came back on. The second rule was that she would not know the man’s identity until the lights came on and she was no longer allowed to ask because she would know soon enough. The third was that she was sworn to secrecy and the famous Las Vegas rule applied. Whatever happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas.
Summer went on to explain that they would not fly on the same day. Keisha would already be there the day before flown back to the day after. All of her expenses would be paid for and that she would be joining in for sex and sex only, that short of pain, nothing was off limits. Anything that her man wanted would be done without hesitation. Keisha agreed. She’d always wanted to be with a woman like Summer but never had the chance, she wouldn’t have passed this up for the world.
Summer was pretty tired when she got home. She had a full day and needed to be up early in the morning. Because of the three hour difference between New York and Vancouver, Summer figured Malachi was out partying and she would be in dreamland by the time he got back to the hotel and called her; she texted him goodnight before crawling under the covers. She felt secure about their relationship;
even though it was new she felt she could trust him. Any other man would have her wondering if he would take the opportunity of being away to play around behind her back but not Malachi. She knew in her heart that her man would be sleeping alone tonight and with that thought floating about in mind she had the most comfortable sleep in years.
What Happens in Vancouver…
Dawn waited almost two hours for the overextended book signing to be done and over with. She spent the time fantasizing how good Malachi would feel impaled in her. She had decided to stop at nothing to get him. No matter how things turned out she was prepared to deal with the consequences…
After the signing Dawn and Malachi walked over to a restaurant the concierge at the hotel had recommended. The place was very quaint and the food was excellent. Being his normal self, Malachi had ordered everything for her. Dawn was very impressed by his knowledge of wine and the appetizer complimented the first bottle. He’d also chosen the perfect white for the entree of lobster tails. He also convinced her to have a shot of cognac with dessert, explaining that it was the perfect digestif and she wouldn’t feel so full from the food after drinking it. Dawn was young and very impressionable. Malachi loved showing off his worldly ways to younger women, but it turned him off when an older woman was impressed by him. He always felt an older woman should know better but the younger ones still had a lot to learn. He was a willing teacher and from the way dinner had gone he knew he would be teaching Dawn a lot more than the differences in liquor tonight.
Dinner had gone off very well, the food was excellent and Dawn was quite the conversationalist, she’s gotten it from her mother. She was beautiful, smart, witty, sarcastic, and a little shy. He knew she was feeling a little drunk and knew this was to his advantage but he didn’t want her to be too drunk, he wanted her fully aware of her actions. To wear off some of the effects of the alcohol, Malachi took Dawn to a local club after dinner. Dawn loved music and her dancing almost wore him out, he didn’t know if he’d have enough energy to complete the night off with a few hours of wild sex. Dawn was all over the place, she danced with many different men in the club and Malachi enjoyed watching her take command on the dance floor. Her confidence shone through while she danced. Her sexiness exuded and bounced all over the walls. Finally about one thirty in the morning, the horny couple walked the two blocks back to the hotel. The coolness of the night was aphrodisiacal. They groped one another all the way to the hotel and not once was Summer’s name mentioned.
Finally in his suite, Malachi poured a couple of drinks while Dawn walked around admiring the room and flipping through the pay-per-view options. Contemplating a shower together, in his mind that is, Malachi opted against it. He wanted to taste the bitterness of her sweat, inhale her funkiness. As she looked out of the window, trying
to figure out how to unlatch the balcony door, he came up behind her and grabbed her hair from behind, pinning her head against the cold glass. In one motion he ripped off her silk blouse and unhooked her bra while she unbuttoned her jeans and slid out of them. He thought she had whispered that she’d only been with one man her whole life, for him to be gentle but the words went into one ear and out of the other.
Malachi turned her around and lifted Dawn up by her waist until her legs wrapped around his shoulders and her shaved lips were staring him in the face. Her back to the glass door she braced herself against it and the top of his head as his tongue darted in and out of her dripping wetness. Already at the brink of orgasm, Dawn dug her nails in the back of his head and broke one of her fresh manicured nails against the wall as she fought not to fall off. Her orgasm was a thousand times more intense than the one she’d experience the last time her and Andrew were together.
“O, oh, oh, oh my God, Mal, Ma, Mala, Malac, Malachi, put me down. Oh God, please put me on the bed, pl, ple, Oh God, please,” Dawn begged, unable to catch a full breath as the spasms paralyzed her with pleasure.
Malachi obliged and carried down over to the bed, never letting up on the tongue lashing to her clit. When he finally laid her down, Dawn tried crawling away but Malachi grabbed her ankle as he took off his clothing. Never letting go her, he spun her around to her back and pulled her legs towards him. He knelt down on the side of the bed and pulled Dawn back in the position she was before only this time her head wasn’t two inches from the ceiling. He dove back in again, but her words rang a bell — be gentle. No problem he thought… He knew he had all night and planned to use every minute of it.
Malachi stood up and gently pulled Dawn up by her hand, and led her to the Jacuzzi. As the water filled the black hot tub the two kissed like lovers who had been reunited following a long unexpected separation.
“Get in,” Malachi instructed her and he walked out of the bathroom. Dawn sat in the near too hot water, bubbles forming around her, feeling out of her league. She thought she would be in control of the situation, had imagined everything about seducing Malachi into her bed but instead she was wooed and swept off her feet. Her emotions a wreck as thoughts of her mother fought the reminders of the pleasure she’d just experienced. She wondered if Malachi had made Summer orgasm the same way… as she readied herself to change her mind Malachi walked back into the room holding a tray of fruits, candles, washcloths, and two robes. The site of his manly physique, the candle illuminated the ink on his arms and chest, the way the tray shadowed his still erect, thick, and long dick was more than enough for Dawn to stick to her original plan.
Malachi set the tray down. Dawn reached in, grabbing a pineapple ring and slid it over the head of his dick. It didn’t fit around but managed to stay on long enough for her to follow along with her mouth. Unskilled at oral sex, Dawn tried to emulate what she’d seen in porno movies. Malachi grabbed her head and told her to slow down as he removed the pineapple. She confessed that it was her first time tasting a man. He
stepped back in the hot tub and scrubbed Dawn from head to toe. The feel of the warm cloth coupled with his rough yet tender hands and touch we’re too much for the young woman to handle. After both were cleaned off Malachi carried Dawn back over to the super king sized bed where their forbidden sexual exchange of carnal desires continued.
Malachi lied on his back and instructed Dawn on how to lick and suck on his nipples and use her hands to feel up and down his body. She was a very fast learner. She licked with the enthusiasm of a child eating a Popsicle on a hot summer day and sucked as if he had breast milk to give. She kissed him like it would be her last kiss ever and explored his body like she was studying for an anatomy exam. As she took him in her mouth again he told her to “go slow and keep a steady pace baby”. She looked up at him as she slowly tried to swallow every one of his eight inches. He instructed her to breathe out through her nose as the head of his dick tickled her tonsils. Her left hand massaged his balls as her right moved up and down with her mouth.
“I want you to swallow,” Malachi commanded as he placed his hand on top of her head, feeling his orgasm traveling through the shaft, he increased his rhythm, fucking her mouth….
“Arrrggghhh, oh shit, arrgghh, yeah baby,” Malachi screamed as he let go in Dawn’s mouth. Her face contorting as his semen assaulted her taste buds and most of it spilled out the sides of her mouth. The sweetness allowed her to lick up the thick liquid, savoring its flavor; she looked up and smiled at a satisfied Malachi.
“Keep sucking me but turn around so your pussy is over my mouth,” Malachi directed Dawn and she quickly followed his orders. Now in a sixty nine position he resumed the tongue lashing where he had left off before. Opening his mouth wide enough to cover her lips he worked his tongue over her clit and in and out of her pussy over and over again. Every time he sensed her orgasm building he would ease the pressure. His hands were occupied as well, fingering Dawn in both her holes. She was having a hard time keeping his dick in her mouth so she just gave up, laid her head on his thigh and enjoyed the things he was doing to her. Multiple fingers where being inserted inside of her, she was being kissed places Andrew had never thought of. She’d almost lost her mind when he licked up the crack of her ass. She could feel him teasing her and it drove her mad, every time she was close he would change up the flow, take out a finger, lick her thigh, or smack her ass but she knew something he didn’t… Dawn was so worked up, she was getting to the point that just his breath alone would bring her to orgasm. Her body could no longer handle the pleasurable torture; she was like a steam pipe under pressure - ready to blow off steam.
“OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD, YOU MOTHER FUCKERRRR, OH FUCK YOU, DADDY FUCK YOU DADDY, PLEASE STOP,” she screamed out of nowhere and her body convulsed over and over, her mouth went dry, her heart erratic, her pussy contracted over and over, spilling her juices all over his chin, squirting all over, she grabbed the sheets twisting herself into them hoping the trembling would subside…
Dawn was so lost into a world of delightful bliss she didn’t realize that Malachi had
slid himself up from under her and as her back was arched, her face in the bed sheets muffling her screams, she felt his monster invade her privacy. She gasped for air but before she could get a deep breath it felt as if Malachi had shifted her pelvis. “What have I gotten myself into,” she thought to herself as she began to crawl away only to feel a pair of strong hands halt her movements. One was pushing down the small of her back and the other grabbed her right ankle and lifted her leg up, totally restricting her movements as Malachi forcefully shoved himself in and out of her pussy, forcing her tightness to conform to his girth. Malachi was much larger than Andrew, it took Dawn some time to adjust to his size, but once he relentlessly carved his way in, she was able to keep up with him and met every one of his thrusts with thrusts of her own.
Malachi and Dawn were lost in a world of ecstasy. They had lost all concepts of time, lost counts of their orgasms, lost feelings of guilt, lost in a fight, a competition of who could make the other feel better. Under normal circumstances a winner would have been declared but in this case there were no winners. They had both lost but didn’t know it yet.
Malachi was having the time of his life with Dawn. Except for a little immaturity the young woman was her mother’s spitting image both physically and mentally. The maturity would work itself out in the end Malachi reasoned. Still there was the dilemma he faced on which of these women he would wind up choosing. If he chose Dawn it would ruin her relationship with Summer. If he stayed with Summer, he ran the risk of Dawn exposing their tryst. He put the thought aside and for the next two weeks he traveled to 4 Canadian cities with Dawn in tow, ravaging her body every chance he got.
The time had gone by without any awkwardness. Surprisingly, Malachi was able to balance his act between mother and daughter without any problems. Dawn had taken up her position as the woman on the side and Summer prepared for their getaway weekend in Hawaii. Malachi was on a cloud, the well known figure of speech is ‘on cloud nine’, but there wasn’t a number to be placed on his high. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep up with his charade, even keeping it a secret from Kiki because he feared her backlash. Summer and Dawn were so much alike he sometimes feared calling out the wrong name so he called them both baby. In the weeks since he’d been back Summer’s sexuality had really opened up, on the nights they saw one another she had a new toy she was showing off – dildos off different sizes, vibrators that stimulated many body parts simultaneously, handcuffs, blindfolds, paddles, lotions, creams, and had even surprised Malachi by purchasing a sex swing to put in his home. Dawn also took pleasure in her mother’s freakiness for one afternoon when he came home, Malachi found Dawn suspended in the swing with a blind fold on, and one of Summer’s favorite vibrators lodged in between her legs. Thank God he was alone because there would have been no time for Dawn to run to the closet, she had handcuffed herself to the swing, waiting for Malachi to
come home. He’s still not sure how she had gotten in his apartment.
The last time he’d had a close call; Dawn sat in the closet all night listening to Malachi and Summer’s moans, groans, screams, and laughs of pleasure. When Summer finally left that morning, Dawn crept into bed with a sleeping Malachi and began waking him up with a morning blow job. Tasting her mother’s dried up juices on his manhood made Dawn even hornier… she searched the bed for any of the toys they’d used the night before and licked them all clean before easing herself onto Malachi’s dick. He was still sleeping when Dawn began to ride him, still groggy, having forgotten that Dawn was even there to begin with, he asked if she wouldn’t be late for work. An upset Dawn gave Malachi the best ride of his life, asserting herself on his dick, claiming it as her own, making sure he never again as she put it - “mistake my mother’s loose, wrinkled pussy for mine again”.
Other than those two occurrences things were great. Dawn even behaved when they were all out together, which had been a few times already. Malachi wanted to break it off with them both because he knew he would not be able to keep it up much longer, but between the two of them he’d found his ultimate woman. He was living a fantasy that was never a fantasy of his to begin with. In his wildest dreams he could not think this shit up, and he was a prolific writer.
Finally the day came for their Hawaiian trip. Summer had pulled out all stops for this trip. Keisha was already in Hawaii waiting since the day before as Summer planned. Malachi was picked up by limo and taken to the airport for his flight to California where the couple would meet up and board to Hawaii. Malachi was instructed to travel light because Summer was on a shopping spree in Los Angeles and had purchased everything she knew her man would need.
When they met at the airport, it was a sunny day, clear skies - the kind of day Summer was named after. Seated in first class, Summer told Malachi she had a surprise for him. She told him he would have to relinquish his trust issues and let her blindfold him or else it would ruin everything. Malachi reluctantly agreed. It was on the airplane that Malachi realized he was in love with a mother and infatuated with her daughter. There was nothing he wouldn’t have done for Summer, she was his equal and yet he learned from her as well. With Dawn it was very different because he was her teacher and although he learned from her as well it was a different sort. Dawn taught him to be more free and careless while Summer taught him to open his eyes to the world and dig deep within himself. In essence, Dawn touched his spirit but Summer molded his soul.
New York…
Dawn was on track to getting her life back in order. Her break up with Andrew was a sign from from the heavens because she was apprehensive on marrying him in the first place. She had finally moved in her new loft and it drove her crazy that her mother was away with Malachi right now. They would be gone for days which meant that she would have to find something to do to occupy her time. Being with Malachi was something out of a story book. Though she felt guilty about sleeping with her mother’s man, she lost no sleep over it. The only thing that bothered her was she
couldn’t tell the whole world who her new man was. She had to keep things secret and this drove her to the brink. One person she knew she could count on was Keisha. She would talk to her about anything and it would always remain between them.
Although she wanted badly to tell Keisha, she didn’t really know how to bring on the conversation without sounding like a slut. She thought better of it and would kept things to herself for the time being. She did find it sort of strange that both her mom and Keisha were in Hawaii at the same time; it seemed like too much of a coincidence. She had to know what was so special about Hawaii, and being the kind of girl that she is, Dawn knew she’d never find out unless she actually went there herself. After hanging up with Keisha, Dawn booked a next day flight to Hawaii. She was lucky enough to get a seat on a red eye to Cali, and would be on her way to the islands by 10AM the next morning.
Hawaii
It was Keisha’s first time in Hawaii, and a beautiful time she was having. The men were gorgeous, the women were spectacular, and even better still she had not spent a dime on this trip; it was all fully paid for by Summer. She couldn’t wait to meet Mr. Mystery man. Summer had always been the type to keep things on the hush, especially when it came to the men she dated. Many, in the past, had been married NFL, or NBA players. They come to her boutique in droves, looking for “forgive me” gifts for their wives which is very ironic. Summer would sleep with them and when the wife found out she helped the husband get the perfect gift for her. Incredible, thought Keisha. It seemed like Summer had finally met her match. She was pulling out all her bags of trick for this man and finally this one wasn’t married. Keisha didn’t judge Summer’s actions, but personally she was done with married men, her first and last one was all she needed to learn that there’s no time to waste on a married man. If he says he’s getting a divorce, tell him to email you after he signs it. Email because you’re more likely to keep an email address longer than a cell phone number.
Keisha was truly happy for her friend and because of this; she was having second thoughts about the three some. She didn’t want to come between Summer and her new man’s relationship. It was still new and all new relationships are fragile, no matter how strong of a bond you think you have with the other person. There was no way she was backing out because it would be her only chance ever to taste Summer’s pussy and she’s been wanting to taste Summer ever since they’d met ten years ago at the doctor’s office. Summer was having major reconstuctive surgery and Keisha was there to have breast implants. They hit it off in the waiting room and had been friends every since.
As for Dawn, Keisha treated her like a little sister. Dawn was an only child, beautiful, and very smart. Keisha was always there for her during the times when she had troubles with her mother. She could tell Dawn had something to tell her on the phone, and felt bad about not pushing the issue. She would call her back later and find out what was troubling her; hopefully she would be able to help. For now though, it was all about Hawaii and her long awaited trip in between Summer’s legs. Keisha knew in her heart that Summer had a pussy like no other and couldn’t wait to sample it. If Summer tasted anything like Dawn, they would be in for a long night.
As she laid in the hotel’s king size bed, Keisha replayed Dawn’s eighteenth birthday in her mind like it was yesterday. Up until then Dawn was such an innocent girl, quiet, demure even. After that night however she became a full blown woman. Keisha admired her own perfect figure in the mirrored ceiling, her fresh Brazilian wax, she smiled as her fingertips contoured her phat pussy lips and circled her hard nipples - she envisioned Dawns birthday some years ago, the way she seduced the young lady and inducted her into the “life” was always an arousing thought. She recalled Dawn’s embarrassment when the female stripper she had hired rubbed her pussy so close to the young woman’s face that her scent tickled her nose hairs. The stripper had just been a warm up, things were especially hot when the male stripper joined in and gave Dawn and Keisha a live porn show. They had fucked one another in every position imaginable and Dawn sat stunned looking at the couple’s sexual acrobatics. When the show was over with, and with Dawn fully aroused, Keisha had made her move. Keisha invited the couple to join her in giving Dawn a six handed massage but only she was allowed to touch Dawn in a sexual manner. Keisha was very possessive, she wanted Dawn all to herself.
The sensations running through Dawn’s body that night were too much for her to handle. The massage sent her through many orgasms and when Keisha’s warm tongue teased her clit she felt a dizzying feeling, shortness of breath, and heart palpitations. This was much better than masturbating to Internet porn and romance novels. Keisha’s sensuality totally over powered Dawn and she just melted under the older woman’s touch… As Keisha was at the brink of orgasm she was disturbed by a faint knock on the door.
It was only four in the afternoon but Summer was ready to get the action started. Malachi was in their suite, blindfolded, laying on the super king size bed in nothing but boxers on. He was very anxious, anticipating what it was Summer had in store for him, all the while his erection kept alive by thoughts of Dawn.
Summer walked right in when Keisha answered the door. Not bothering to cover up, she had a feeling it was Summer knocking on the door. Summer got a glimpse of Keisha’s already wet pussy and felt goose bump begin to form on her arms. She had only been with a woman one time in her life and it had only been a one way thing during a drunken night. The woman had gone down on her, she hadn’t reciprocated anything, yet tonight she was all but willing to do any and everything to please the new man in her life.
“I see you’re set and ready to go, ain’t yo bitch,” Summer said walking in the room. Keisha ignored her sarcastic remark… “Don’t you think it’s a little early”?
“No baby, we gotta long night ahead of us, I wanna get started right now. He’s waiting for us in the other room, come on put your robe on, let’s go.”
It took no time for Keisha to slip on the plush white cotton, hotel robe, and flip flops. The women took the private suite elevator one floor up to Summer’s presidential suite where Malachi was waiting, blindfolded, on the bed with nothing but some boxers on.
The rules were as followed:
? Neither Malachi nor Keisha was allowed to talk to one another until the blindfolds came off. Keisha had on blindfolds as well which Summer had slipped around her eyes before they had entered the suite. The blindfolds only heightened the experience. Think of a one night stand with a very good looking partner whose name you could hardly remember. Now picture this partner was chosen by your best friend but you don’t know what they look like until after the encounter.
? Summer would be in complete control for the first part of things, before the blindfolds came off. This was to be a no holds barred sexual experience in its rawest form. Nothing within reason was off limits.
? This was never to be spoken about outside of the parameters of the hotel suite.
Everyone was aware of the rules. When the women walked in Malachi’s manhood instantly jumped to attention. He could hardly contain himself. His only wish was that this mystery woman was actually Dawn. To have both mother and daughter in the same bed would have been the height of any fantasy he could muster. Though he took into consideration the implications and probable effects that an incestuous relationship would have, he’d also reasoned that it was something that could be worked out. Malachi’s judgment was bizarre at best.
One of his five senses had been taken away so he would have to rely on the others. He tried taking in the woman’s scent as she came close to him. Keisha knelt at the side of bed and took her time using her hands to familiarize herself with his body. As she felt his shoulders Malachi inhaled the fragrance of her hair, a familiar scent of boysenberries filled his nostrils. Gentle fingers ran down the length of his torso and squeezed his dick, making him feel like a piece of meat being inspected for approval or rejection. Keisha even traced the contours of his feet and slowly found her way back up to his throbbing dick. His size brought a smile to her face. The way it curved made her wonder how penetration would feel, especially in her ass. She had a dick similar to his before, a long time ago, it was one night that maybe should have never happened but in the end things turned out for the best, and the memory was one she’d always cherish. She liked the way his balls hung, more close to his body then down low - she hated low slung balls. Keisha loved men but was more into women.
Even though she couldn’t wait to find out if this mystery man knew how to work the appendage God blessed him with, she was there for one reason alone and that was to finally get a taste of Summer.
Summer smiled in delight. She was the only one that could see, and watching a blindfolded Keisha pleasure her man, the way she swallowed his dick making it totally disappear…
Malachi’s senses were in overdrive, first it was this woman’s scent, now even her moans were bringing him slight flashbacks. Malachi’s memory was like an elephant’s, he never forgot a thing when it came to a woman. He would remember the texture of her hair, the tint of her eyes when they reopened from blinking, the way her tongue rolled around his dick…
If he didn’t know any better, he would swear the woman sucking his dick was none other than Kiki. She was the only woman he’d ever met that could suck down the length of his dick without gagging. She was also the only one who would lick his balls with the tip of her tongue when she got down the shaft, and this woman was pleasuring him the same way. He desperately wanted to take off the blindfold, both his and hers and look down into this woman’s eyes. He wanted to see the color of her eyes in the candle light’s flicker, see if there was a tear running down her face like…
Malachi’s thoughts were disturbed by an oncoming orgasm… as he laid there, under the spell of the woman who’s hair smelled like boysenberries, her mouth wrapped around his rock hard… “Oh God I’m coming,” Malachi had just broken rule number one.
“Cum in my mouth Kai,” Keisha uttered as if automatically prodded by the man’s voice, “let me taste you,” she responded to the very distinctive voice she knew so well. Unable to curtail his curiosity any longer, Malachi pull his hands free of the loose restrains and slipped off his blindfold, then Keisha’s.
“Oh shit…” was all he could muster up to say. It wasn’t the kind of ‘oh shit’ a man would say when his semen is being swallowed by a very attractive woman, it was the kind of ‘oh shit’ like a ‘what the fuck’ type. The sort that has a man wondering how he got to the place he’s in and realizing that this world is way too small.
The Next Morning…
As Dawn stood at the front desk trying to flirt her way to getting a key up to the presidential floor, she spied Keisha leaving with none other than Malachi in tow. Both were carrying their luggage and there was no sign of Summer. It took all of her strength not to cause a scene. Not even thinking about her mother, out of a scene from a movie, Dawn conspicuously got into a taxi cab two cars behind the one
Keisha and Malachi got in.
“Follow that cab,” Dawn ordered the driver! He looked back at her like she must have been crazy but money speaks louder than words and the one hundred dollar bill Dawn slipped through the glass partition was loud enough to drown out the man’s concerns.
Meanwhile, a haggard Summer stopped short outside of the lobby doors when she saw her daughter getting into a cab and pointing towards what looked to be another one which carried Malachi and Keisha. After the night she had had, having Dawn in the picture would only make matters worse. What the hell was Dawn doing here in the first place? Summer thought she gave Keisha specific instructions NOT to tell anyone, including Dawn, about the fact that she was going to Hawaii as well. There wasn’t much time to give thought as to why her daughter was here, she’d find out soon enough because she got in a cab and just as her daughter had, ordered the driver to “follow that car.”
Malachi and Kiki (Keisha) sat in the back of their cab in silence. Malachi had been through a lot in his life but this situation had him distraught. Kiki felt bad for her best friend, she sat with her head on his shoulder feeling his pain. She knew he couldn’t go home just yet, he needed time to think, and process what had happened last night, what was said, what was revealed. She knew there was no way he would ever trust another woman other than her. She had to be there for him, she’d decided last night as they talked in her suite that she would never leave his side, she would be his rock forever. With her, he would have the security of never being hurt again. Their relationship was beyond the trust issues that couples have because they had known one another for so long, and while they kept their friends outside of their own personal circle there was nothing they didn’t know about one another. There never would be. For a brief second while in the cab, Dawn came across Kiki’s mind. She didn’t know why she thought of her young friend at such a time but she did. Unknown to her, Malachi had a fleeting thought of Dawn about the same time. He wished he could take out his frustrations on Dawn’s pussy right now; take pictures of the act and text them to Summer. He would have never put Dawn in that position, for her mother to find out that is… But he wished he could.
Summer could already tell where the cab was headed. She knew the main island like the back of her hand. Just to be sure, she waited until she saw which hotel Malachi and Keisha had checked into. What troubled her was why her daughter was sneaking around following them. She called Dawn’s cell phone and watched her from across the street as her daughter looked at her Blackberry and rejected the call. This pissed Summer off even more but she figured that when she came back later on in the evening and attempt one last time to get Malachi back in her life, that Dawn would still be snooping around somewhere and she would get behind what all this was about.
2 Hours Later…
Malachi was in the Jacuzzi relaxing, trying to process everything that had happened. Kiki was laid out on the king size bed when there was a knock on the door. The knock was urgent. Room service had already been delivered, they weren’t expecting anyone. She thought it may have been Summer’s crazy ass but when she looked through the peep hole and saw Dawn she was totally thrown off. What in the hell was Dawn doing here. Malachi heard the knock too and came out to the lounge area of the suite in a hotel robe and slippers.
“It’s Dawn,” Kiki whispered to him with a perplexed look. Malachi could hardly believe this was true. He figured it was Summer but the peep hole made her look like Dawn. He gently pushed Kiki out of the way and as soon as he cracked the door just a little, Dawn came barging in.
“What the fuck Malachi, you fucking me, my mother, and this bitch,” Dawn couldn’t hold her tongue, she was so hurt?
Kiki was not new to being called a bitch. The words rolled right off her shoulders but the news that Malachi was fucking Dawn took her by surprise. She wasn’t upset though, she felt more proud, like a mother felt when her child scored his first touchdown or made his first 3-pointer.
“Malachi, you fucked Dawn too,” Keisha sort of teased?
Malachi stood in between the two women, a migraine crept up as he closed the room door.
“What the fuck you gon’ tell me Kiki, this one used to be a boy too,” Malachi asked, rubbing his forehead.
“What the fuck do you mean Malachi, what the fuck do you mean, used to be a boy” Dawn spit?
Kiki took Dawn’s over excited behavior as a queue to calm things down. “Dawn baby you need to sit down because there are some things about your mo…” she stopped herself from saying mom, “there are some things about Summer that you need to know”.
Everyone took a seat on the plush couches and Kiki went on to explain first how and why they all got to Hawaii and how the confusion was caused.
“Basically Dawn, your mom was born a man. She and I had the same surgeon and that is where we met and became friends. I’ve kept her secret all these years because it wasn’t any of my business but I’ve known Malachi a long time and he’s my best friend. He and I have a long and solid history. I love him with everything that’s in me, and that love is never ending. When I realized what was happening I had to tell him. Your mo…” Kiki stopped herself again, “Summer was upset with me
because I do believe that she truly does love him, but you don’t do that to someone you love. You have to be honest from the beginning and let them have a choice. Summer never gave him that choice and I wouldn’t be a friend if I didn’t tell him.”
Dawn was in stone shock. She sat frozen, desperately trying to process the information that was being fed to her. Tears running down her cheeks, she couldn’t understand how she could be have been lied to all of these years. She always wondered why her mom was dressed in blue in all of her baby pictures, and why there weren’t any pictures of her childhood… “but how Keisha,” was all she could muster the strength to say.
Keisha thought for a second on the fastest way to tell the story, because she had told it in detail last night to Malachi but she wanted Summer to give the minute details to Dawn.
“Well baby girl, your real mother died giving birth to you. She was actually a butch lesbian and her and your, her and Summer were dating. Summer was already living as a woman so they looked like a normal couple. Your real mother got pregnant with you by Summer. She passed on and Summer had her operation not long after you were born so she raised you as her child - which you are, but as your mother instead of your father.”
Kiki continued, “honestly it would have been that way even if your mother was still alive because she was the man in the relationship, it’s like they switched roles.”
The trio was all in tears by the time Kiki finished explaining things. Malachi because he felt betrayed, Dawn for all the obvious reasons, and Kiki because she felt pain for her two friends. Before you knew it, they in a three way hug, giving one another much needed support. Somehow the hugs turned to passionate kisses between them. Kisses turned into clothing being removed, and the three of them laying in an oral sex triangle.
Dawn was sucking Malachi’s dick, Malachi was licking Kiki’s pussy, Kiki… tongue fucking Dawn.
Meanwhile, Summer had made her way back to their hotel. She had frequented this hotel many times before and the staff was familiar with her because she was an excellent tipper. Summer tipped one of the bellboys one hundred dollars to let her into Malachi’s and Kiki’s suite. She didn’t really expect the two to be in a compromising position. Never in her mind did she think she would find those two on the floor naked. The site of them was bad enough, but when she saw her daughter, Dawn, with Malachi’s manhood lodge in between her teeth, it was all she could take…
The trio had not even heard Summer come into the room. They never even saw her walk past them towards the bedroom, tears flooding her eyes. They were so into one another, that…
It took nine separate lie detector tests – three for each of them, to convince the police that they never saw Summer walking past them into the room, write an apologetic goodbye note to her daughter, Malachi, and “to everyone else whom I’ve deceived,” and take the leap from the suite balcony, twenty two flights down, instantly breaking her neck on the pavement.