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“How much further are we going?”
she asked. “I need your cock and then I need a cold shower. Why do you keep me
waiting like this?”

Darien
laughed,
his deep voice like rich black coffee. Merging into the darkness, he was too
beautiful to look at, his chiseled features resembling more the image of an
ancient Egyptian deity than a man. A singer with a voice to rival the gods,
music was his life, and when he had discovered
Lylah
singing in a church choir almost four months earlier, he had pursued her with
the
hell-bent
determination to transform her from the
college freshman uncertain about her future to a potential star.

The relationship was a rare
merging of
both mind
and body, ambition and art.
Darien was thirty, she was eighteen. Her parents were concerned. Boyfriends
were one thing, but a grown man in
Lylah’s
life was a
challenge, almost a threat. But four years of studying for a life chained
behind a desk was never
Lylah’s
dream and more than
anything, the music she heard in her heart was what she wanted to vocalize to
the world.

She had tried so many times to
talk to her parents, to convince them that her dream was a legitimate ambition.
Her brothers were more than supportive, they actually wanted to be a part of
her career, but Marcus and Michael were in high school and too young to do much
more beyond backing their sister.

Lylah’s
parents had listened, but they had not truly understood. They were
traditionalists, believers in the practical rather than the magical. While they
understood that their daughter possessed a unique talent, the ability to
envision that she was capable of greatness, of ascending far beyond the nine-to-five
lives that shackled them as well as everyone they knew, was a concept simply
beyond them.

Discouraged by their lack of
belief,
Lylah
stopped trying, and Darien eventually
led her away like the Pied Piper.

Now, glancing at Darien walking
ahead of her, she understood that his promises had not been empty at all, and
when he had taken her to the recording studio of a friend to do a demo,
Lylah
knew the moment her lips almost brushed the
microphone that something very special was about to happen. When the music
started, she didn’t even need to think about the words or what she would do.
Her body moved in instantaneous rhythm, her voice bleeding the emotion from her
heart and soul. It didn’t matter which song Darien chose. Up-tempo or slow,
modern or old school,
Lylah’s
voice transcended the
physical presence of her body.

She still remembered the look on
Darien’s face, as well as the technicians. It was as though they had witnessed
a religious vision, their awestruck expressions a testament to the power of
Lylah’s
voice. Darien had wasted no time in calling his
contacts. Meetings were arranged within minutes, a contract emailed, and dates
for a private venue set.
Lylah
had watched and
listened with giddy excitement, the adrenaline pumping through her body. The
floor seemed to lurch beneath her feet, and she felt that time itself had
shifted and had launched her into a completely different direction.

When
Lylah
brought home a demo CD later that night, she had expected her family to be
delighted. Darien had dropped her off, preferring
Lylah
to deal with her parents on her own terms. She had entered the house buzzing
with excitement, and had eagerly loaded the CD into the player for everyone to
listen to. Anxiously she watched her parents, for surely when they heard her
voice they would understand the talent that their only daughter possessed, and
her potential to reach the stars. But while Marcus and Michael were excited and
ran around the house high-fiving and calling all their friends,
Lylah’s
parents were guarded and subdued.

No matter how had she tried to get
them to listen, they simply couldn’t hear the music. Though they listened to
her soaring voice, the passion behind each note, each word, eluded them.
Stardom and success were unrealistic concepts relegated to a privileged few,
not for a small town girl who had worked hard to earn a university scholarship.
Rooted in a work ethic that didn’t allow space for dreams, they could not share
her excitement.

Lylah
tried
her best to swallow her disappointment, but that night, something inexorably
changed. Two weeks later, she moved in with Darien and never looked back. While
she still kept in touch with her brothers, she felt a sense of closure to this
chapter of her life. Now, as she felt the firm grip of Darien’s hand pulling
her along to a faintly glowing area beyond the tree line, it seemed like her
life had really begun that fateful day she had glimpsed Darien sitting in the
congregation like a courier sent to pick up a very unique package.

As if sensing her thoughts, Darien
stopped and turned to look at her. He grinned, his perfect teeth gleaming in
the darkness.

“You ready for your surprise?” he
asked, gripping her hand.

Lylah’s
gaze
drifted toward the diffused light shifting from the trees. “You know how I love
surprises.”

Darien pulled her toward the
light, which transformed into the flickering glow of lanterns. Hushed whispers
and laughter punctuated the relentless serenade of the crickets and, following
Darien further into the shadows,
Lylah
almost missed
the sweating, naked bodies writhing in primal rhythm on the blanket-strewn
ground like a human snake’s nest. Hearing the discordant chorus of cries, moans
and panting, she stopped to stare with a mixture of fascination and arousal.

While she had indulged in vigorous
sexual fantasies,
Lylah
had never ventured into the
area of group sex beyond images of threesomes or double penetration. As Darien
drew her closer to the entwined bodies, she noticed some were black, others
white, Asian or mixed-blood. It was actually difficult to clearly distinguish
where one body started and another ended. The women were passed from cock to
cock, each one eagerly filling a pussy, an ass or a gaping mouth. What a cock
could not
satisfy,
a glut of hands and mouths did.
Muscle slapped against muscle, tongues and fingers explored damp, flushed
flesh.

The furious thrashing reminded
Lylah
of piranhas devouring prey, and she could already
feel herself getting wet and intensely aroused. Darien, noticing her expression
and quickened breath, stood expectantly beside her. Swallowing to ease the
dryness in her throat,
Lylah
watched the synchronous
flow of raw, animalistic sex. Male with male, female with female and everything
in between played out before her.

Then her gaze fell on a porcelain-skinned
blonde, her spray of platinum hair plastered against her damp back. Sandwiched
between two black men, she was simultaneously impaled in the ass and pussy in a
violently thrusting double penetration. In the tenuous light,
Layla
noticed the red hand marks rising from the perfect
globes of her heart-shaped ass, her protuberant nipples and full, creamy
breasts consumed by the men’s hungry mouths.

Flailing and clutching the
blankets, the girl’s garbled cries ebbed and flowed in time with the others,
but were abruptly stopped by the gaping pussy of a stunning black girl about
the same age as
Lylah
. Shaved, the smooth mahogany
flesh engorged and gleaming from multiple penetrations, the girl briefly
caressed herself before straddling the blonde’s mouth.

The blonde squirmed, her hands
reaching up to clasp the smooth ass grinding against her face. Her tongue
worked furiously, licking and sucking the spread lips and swollen clit
presented like a succulent dessert. The blonde’s fingers eagerly sought the
crack of the black girl’s ass and trailed them down her cleft to tease her
tight quivering hole before plunging her fingers deep inside. The black girl cried
out, leaned forward and thrust her hips against the blonde’s questing fingers,
her swathe of long charcoal hair whipping about her shoulders.

Entranced by the sinuous movements
of the black girl,
Lylah
suddenly wanted nothing more
than to be the mouth beneath her spread thighs. The girl suddenly turned toward
her with amber eyes that shone like liquid honey, her wanton expression
embracing
Lylah
with such intensity it was as though
as she had physically touched
Lylah
.

Lylah
gasped. Feeling a resonant ache between her thighs and a rush of sticky wetness
against her thong, she realized she had just come. The girl smiled knowingly
and abruptly rose from the blonde’s mouth. She walked unabashedly toward
Lylah
, her lithe body moved with exquisite grace. She paused
to stare into
Lylah’s
eyes, then slowly,
deliberately, started unbuttoning
Lylah’s
blouse.
Slipping it from
Lylah’s
shoulders, she cupped and
caressed
Lylah’s
breasts before leaning down to take
one nipple, then the other, into her hot mouth.

Crying out,
Lylah
felt a surge of pleasure unlike anything she had experienced with a man. The
girl continued trailing her mouth down to the waist of
Lylah’s
skirt before yanking it to the ground.
Lylah
felt
lightheaded, dizzy and on the verge of collapse. The others on the ground
vanished into an indistinct haze, and she barely noticed Darien, now naked,
reaching toward the black girl and pushing her to her knees before
Lylah
.

Darien leaned toward her and
brushed his lips against her ear. “Meet Therese,” he whispered in a voice husky
with desire.

Trembling,
Lylah
watched Therese rip off her thong and toss it to the ground. Her feverish eyes
were matched only by the liquid heat of her mouth. Trailing her tongue along
Lylah’s
swollen mound, she teased
Lylah’s
lips with her fingers and the tip of her tongue until
Lylah’s
pussy opened to her mouth like an exotic flower. When her tongue darted toward
her clit,
Lylah
cried out, her legs buckling beneath
her. Therese clasped her tightly and fell with her to the blankets.

Darien joined them, and together
with Therese, enveloped
Lylah
until they became a
single body, a single conduit of electric pleasure. Darien’s eyes bore into
Lylah
as she lay on the blanket. Straddling her head, he
ran his fingers through her tangled hair and guided her mouth onto his massive,
engorged cock until his girth filled her throat. Feeling as though she watched
herself from a distance,
Lylah
grabbed his pulsing
meat and began furiously sucking.

She felt rather than saw Therese
working her way down her sensitized flesh until she vanished behind Darien’s
thrusting body. Each brush of Therese’s lips, each nibble of her teeth sent
stabbing jolts of pleasure culminating in
Lylah’s
core. Therese spread
Lylah’s
thighs wide apart, her
fingers and mouth seeking every moist crevice.
Lylah’s
head whipped around as she struggled for breath against Darien’s choking cock
while Therese’s fingers pumped her pussy.

Darien uttered a garbled cry as
his cock began to violently jerk and jetted a stream of cum down
Lylah’s
throat. She lapped furiously, her body drenched in
sweat as Therese’s relentless fingers finally brought her to a searing climax
that erupted in a series of shuddering spasms. From her peripheral vision,
Lylah
glimpsed the others approaching until their bodies
merged with hers. Hands, mouths and cocks explored her, the montage of hot,
writhing flesh a sensory experience almost beyond her ability to comprehend.

The sensations, the unbridled
pleasure screaming from every pore pushed
her own
experiences of self-exploration into the shadows. Now, as she was positioned
onto one cock while another slid into her ass spread open by countless hands,
Lylah
slipped into a realm that transcended her conscious
level of awareness. Therese mounted the face of an Asian man beneath
Lylah
and turned to kiss her and caress her breasts.

Darien stood between them and
offered his still-rigid cock first to Therese to suck, then to
Lylah
. Finally, their tongues commingled as they trailed
them along the length and breadth of Darien’s cock while alternately sucking
his pendulous, shaven balls. Almost delirious, her half-closed eyes barely
focusing on the shifting bodies around her,
Lylah
surrendered herself to a night that transformed her so completely that she
might as well have been the Phoenix rising from the ashes of her former life.

***

Delylah
gasped as Therese’s fingers strayed to the plump folds of her naked pussy.
Blinking beneath the pulsing jets of warm water, her hands placed firmly
against the shower wall, she turned almost in surprise to face a bemused
Therese.