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One Wild Night 3
(Jane Snow)

"Let's go," Sarah said as she gave me a reassuring nod.

I couldn't believe her answer.  Again, I was supposed to be the wild one.  "Yeah, let's do this," I agreed, my voice trembling with nervousness.

Rashid and Joe both made their way through the halls of the giant house and up a spiral staircase.  My ears perked up when I heard moaning in the distance, most likely the woman from before.  Her screams of pleasure echoed through the halls and I could hear the powerful sounds of skin smacking against skin.  The folds of my sex grew warm and wet as I sucked in my lips with anticipation.

We made our way into a large bedroom with one huge king sized bed on the far end of it.  There was also a black leather lounge chair off to the side with an ottoman, one that I found familiar.  I had seen it at expensive hotels; it was the Eames lounge chair.  The entire room looked surprisingly elegant and clean.

The soft cotton bed sheets surrounded me as Rashid gently placed me on the edge of the bed.  Joe did the same with Sarah but on the other end of the massively wide bed.  Loud clanking sounds echoed n the room as the black men began taking off their belts.  I licked my lips as I stared at the six black men, all of them looking as though they had been molded by Michelangelo himself.  Their statuesque bodies only helped to heat up my already warm body.

"Damn!  Do you all play sports?"  Sarah quipped as she rolled onto her belly and stared at them.

"Yeah, though these four here are bench warmers most the time," Rashid laughed.

"Yo dawg, we ain't warming the bench, we just be taking care of ourselves.  No point in getting beat up out in the field if they gonna pay us regardless," one of them, the man with skin as dark as oil said with a laugh.  "Sup girls, my name's Gerry with a G," he said with a nod.

"Darker than fucking Eddie Murphy!"  Rashid laughed.

"Shit, that nigga got nothing on me," Gerry responded.

The tallest of the black men nodded towards me and my sister.  He was bald, cleanly shaven and wore a black doo rag on his head.  "Yo, I'm Darius."

The butterflies in my tummy fluttered as I watched them take off their shirts.  Each one had washboard abs, and massive, wide, muscular chests.  Every movement they made, their muscles flexed.

One of the black men was lighter skinned and he had braided hair up top with short close cut sides.  "Marcus," he said with a nod.  He flexed his chest muscles, making them bounce.

The last of them, wider than Joe, with long dreadlocks tied back, looked like a bodybuilder and as he took off his shirt and pants, he even wore a tight fitting, tiny thong that barely held in his large member.  It was an obviously huge bulge and I could even see the tip of his member poke out from the top.  He smiled as he sauntered over towards me.  "And I'm Kayshawn," he said as he looped his fingers along the waistband of his thong and pulled down.

"Holy shit!"  My sister yelped as she saw his thick black member pop out and hang low between his legs.

I couldn't help but agree as my eyes widened and I sat up on my elbows.  Each of the other men began taking off their pants, some not even wearing underwear.  My eyes danced from one man to the next, mesmerized by the size of their rods.

"Maybe I should have had something to drink first," I said, stunned.

"Oh we can help with that," Rashid said as he nodded over at Marcus.

Marcus nodded back and walked back to a cabinet next to the Eames chair.  He opened it up and pulled out a strange shaped bottle.  It looked like a semicircular glass bottle with a cylindrical top and shiny silver cap.  What looked like spikes lined the sides of it.

"Damn, breaking out the Remy?"  Joe laughed.

"Shit, ain't mine, right?"  Marcus replied with a wink.

I looked up at my sister.  "I think that's Remy Martin, like the expensive kind," I whispered.

"Is that whiskey?"  She whispered back.

"Almost.  It's cognac," I answered.

"Some of the best," Rashid quipped as he waved Marcus over.

Marcus popped the top off the expensive cognac and took a swig before handing it over.  Rashid shook his head and smirked.  "Damn man, taking the first gulp of another man's drink, that's ice cold," he laughed.

"Whatever man, I had to check and make sure that shit was still smooth," Marcus laughed back.

Rashid took a drink and then handed it to me.  I had to hold it with two hands, it was a large and heavy bottle.  The caramel hued liquid sloshed around a bit and I jerked my head back as the initial whiff of powerful alcohol filled my nose.

"Whew, that smells strong," I remarked.

"But it goes down smooth, trust me," Rashid replied.

I pursed my lips and put the tip of the bottle to them.  Once I tipped the bottle, a stream of the powerful alcohol filled my mouth and I quickly swallowed.  I held tightly onto the bottle as I immediately coughed, the cognac burning as it made its way down.

"Ooooh, wow," I said as I closed my eyes.

"Let me try," Sarah requested.

I handed the bottle over to her and wiped my lips with the back of my hand.  The alcohol was strong and worked its way through me like fire.  While the initial swallow was painful, the follow up burning sensation was strangely pleasing.  This had to have been the most expensive drink I had ever tasted.

My sister took a drink of her own and had the same reaction I did, closing her eyes and scrunching up her face.  She shook her head and handed the bottle back to me.  "Wow is right.  That burns," she said.

I licked my lips and took another drink before handing it back to Rashid.  The burning sensation made its way through me again and I shivered with delight.  My loins burned with a lust like never before as I stared at the six different men, their powerful, thick black shafts swinging around wildly with their movements.