Making The Hook-Up: Edgy Sex With Soul

Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from Cleis Press's Making the Hook-Up, edited by Cole Riley.

The following excerpt is from "Pharaoh's Phallic" by Deepbronze.

You just never know. I used to hear her talk about this dude all the time. King Tut. I knew that couldn't be his real name. She never actually said it, but I think she enjoyed him more than me. Deidre always talked about how this dude made her cum and did things to her that she had only imagined were possible. No, she never actually told me about him, but I would hear her on the phone whispering and giggling with her girlfriends about his ass. At first I used to trip, but then I thought about it. She wasn't fuckin' him, she was fuckin' me. And hell, every now and then I still thought about Pearl. Pearl was the woman who turned my ass out. Some of the older cats said she had been a prostitute in N'awlins before she came to San Diego. But then again, military guys always got a story about some woman. The truth is, everybody has that one good fuck that they never forget so I figured he was hers. But I never knew what was really up until one day I came home early from work and that's when I really found out about King Tut.

It had been a few weeks since Deidre and I had made love. I was worried about my job. There had been a lot of layoffs at the firm and rumors that more were coming by early February. It was December and the thought of not having a job in another eight weeks worried me. And then one day I just couldn't. I mean I tried, but nothing was happening. A couple of nights I got home from work before Deidre and decided to watch some videos to get in the mood: Chocolate Cream, Joy Cums and Fantapussy. There I was in the den watching beautiful black women with supermodel good looks, perfectly round tits and phat asses, and I couldn't get it up. And Chocolate Cream was my favorite too! It had one girl in there who had to be the baddest ass freak I
had ever seen in a video. Her name was Chocolate and she was the bomb! She was givin' this dude head and hell, I felt it! But my dick wouldn't stay hard. So then I tried watching something else-Fantapussy, a ménage à trois. Hell, every man's dream-two women suckin' and fuckin' him to near unconsciousness. But no matter what I watched I just couldn't get real hard. At first I thought there was something wrong with my dick, but I went to the doctor and he told me it was just stress. So I figured that until I stopped stressin' on my job Deidre would just have to take care of herself. And you know, that's one thing I liked about my lady, she didn't mind touching herself. Hell, I think she would have eaten her own pussy if she could have reached it. Deidre was comfortable with her own sexuality and that turned me on. So I figured that this little lockdown time would be all right. I had no idea just what Deidre would do in a little sex drought…no idea.

So as I was saying… I came home early one day. I didn't even know Deidre was home. I came in through the garage and went straight to the den. After a half hour or so I went upstairs to take a shower. As I got closer to the bedroom I could hear Deidre moaning. Hell, she sounded like I was fuckin' her brains out only I was standing in the hall. I didn't know what to do. All kinds of shit ran through my head…maybe I should pretend to be Mr. Big and get my cane…or a pissed-off pimp and get my knife…or just a jealous lover and get my 45….

Only my cane, my knife and my gun were all in the room, under the night table that Deidre was obviously kicking with her foot each time she screamed "Oh, damn!"

I stood there paralyzed and hurt. I knew that I hadn't waxed that ass in a few weeks, but Deidre didn't have to go out and fuck another man and damn sho' not in the house-in my bed. Tears filled my eyes. Yeah, real men do cry. I loved Deidre and no matter what, I could never see myself fuckin' around on her.

Deidre and I had just celebrated five years together. We weren't married and we didn't have any children, but we had been together for nearly four years when she moved into my house a year earlier. No, she wasn't my wife in the legal way, but in my heart she was every bit my wife and I had the papers to prove it! Her name was on the house and insurance policies; she had stocks and every other financial asset that I could provide. I took care of her, brought my check home to her and treated her with more respect than most men do their real wives. But most importantly, I gave her my honor-I was completely faithful to her. I didn't give out my number and I didn't take numbers. So what was happening in that room between my lady and this mutha was fucked up. I was about to catch a case.

I stood there for a few minutes that felt like hours, and I still didn't know what to do. I was mesmerized and enraged all at the same time by my lover's orgasmic cries. The panting in her voice and the shrill sound she made each time he hit her spot turned me on. I was confused. I stood in the hall sexually aroused from hearing another man please my woman. Maybe it was all those damn porn movies. Maybe somewhere deep in my mind I wanted to have an orgy with my lady and some other dude. Yet I was angry that she would play me like a fool. Mad that the only time in my life I had ever been faithful I would end up with my woman fuckin' around on me. I was hurt because I had given this woman everything and she had turned out to be just like the rest. I was blind with rage. But the truth is, I wasn't about to catch a case at all-I was hard. I didn't know what was happening to me exactly or why, but I stood in that hallway with my dick about to bust a hole through my pants. I pulled it out. It was wet. I stroked it. I couldn't bring myself to move, but I wanted to see. I wanted to watch. Deidre's screams grew louder. The louder she screamed the more she talked: "King… oh, fuck me…ooh wee damn…my pu..pu..pussy…oh, oh, oh, I'm coming…oh, damn…Tu...Tu…Tut…"

I opened the door. I had never seen the shit I saw that day. Deidre was lying on her back, her right foot propped up on the night table, her left foot on the bed, knee raised. She was rubbin' her nipples with her left hand and holding on to her love-maker with her right. She squeezed tightly. The big, dark and obviously strong dick was between her legs.

Deidre didn't see me standing in the doorway. She was still being pleased while I stood, dick in hand, watching. Her ass was slightly raised off the bed and she was being fucked good. What looked to be an eight-inch rock-hard dick was pumping in and out of Deidre's wet pussy. She moaned. I couldn't believe
my eyes. Slightly crooked, it moved counterclockwise inside her pussy. I didn't know how to do that shit without moving my entire lower body. But I knew I would have to learn 'cause Deidre was really getting off on that. And I guess that's what really turned me on-Deidre getting off. Yeah, I wished I was making her holler my name, but that day, I was only a voyeur and my lady was the star of the show.

Still near the door, I sat down. My pants dropped to the floor. I sat in the chair spreading my legs, allowing my own well-hung dick to grow more with excitement. I wrapped my large hands around my own organ, squeezing it while finding pleasure in watching Deidre's thighs shake uncontrollably as her clit was being stimulated. As the strong dick pushed harder and deeper into her pussy, her clit was being tickled and teased in a way that only a professional pussy pleaser could master. Her hips jerked from the sensation. I came. It was a small squirt, the first in weeks; and it came from seeing my woman have sexual convulsions from the deliberate strokes of this, her old lover.

Deidre was in another place. She still hadn't opened her eyes to see me getting off on this erotic fantasy. Deidre was beautiful. She licked her lips and I imagined them wrapped around my dick. Her face, contorted, strained from the intense pleasure of multiple orgasms. Overcome with passion from within the deep well of her pussy, Deidre continued to moan. She was almost at her peak.

The massive dick seemed to pump harder and push deeper as Deidre's legs spread wider and she consumed all of the pleasure inside of her. Her back arched. Making slow circular motions, the big dick continued to enter my woman's pussy. With every moan the rhythm increased-faster and faster until finally Deidre's waist and hips gyrated with the same rhythmic melody. Her breathing grew heavier and I was about to cum. My lady released a huge scream. And again, I came. For weeks I had been stressed out and in one erotic afternoon, I was a man again. With her lover lying next to her, still rock hard, Deidre rubbed the moist flesh between her legs that had just flooded like a dam breaking under intense pressure.

Slowly, I walked over to the bed. Deidre, still unaware of my presence, lay there nearly exhausted from the awesome experience she had just had. Crawling into bed, I caressed her inner thigh with my tongue. Startled, Deidre sat up and stared into my eyes. We held each other's gaze while her partner lay lifelessly next to her. As I worked my way from her thighs into her wet pussy, Deidre lay back on the bed. I forced my tongue deeper and deeper into her heaven, my paradise.

I moved my tongue in and out of her liquid pussy savoring every ounce of her love. I loved the way Deidre tasted. I wanted to make her scream just like she had minutes earlier.

Deidre pulled me to her. She kissed me deeply. Darting her tongue in and out of my mouth she held me firmly with her arms and I felt her love-something her exhausted partner could never experience. Rising up onto my knees, I pulled her toward me. Lifting her hips around my waist I entered her. Deeper, harder, I thrust my strong, hard dick into her pussy and she took all of me. Deidre swallowed me up inside of her and we made love.

Moving together we became one and I loved every part of her. I kissed her lips, cheeks, ears and neck.

"I love you, Derek."

Deidre caressed my head and kissed my neck.

"Be my wife."

I couldn't believe I had just said that. It didn't come with debate, but rather it was the thing in my heart at that moment. Deidre looked deep into my eyes. She pulled me closer to her, held on to me tightly and we came together.

I made love to my friend, lover and future wife. She didn't scream and gyrate like she had done that afternoon, but I knew that I had just given Deidre something that King Tut never could. I knew that I was the better man. I moved to the bathroom for a shower.

As I turned on the water Deidre brought her lover into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet; I stepped into the shower. Deidre gently cleansed the strong dick that had just given her so much pleasure. Deidre shook the water off her still-erect partner and moved toward the special place she made just for him.

Opening the shower door, I took my future wife's hand. I knew that I had her love and her honor; and I would have that even when King Tut didn't have batteries.

Excerpted from Making the Hook-Up edited by Cole Riley and published by Cleis Press.

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