Chris loved every moment of it. He loved the power he felt in driving this stranger over the edge of self control. He loved the feel of her wet lips smacking against his chin and her creamy wetness bathing his face. He loved the little knob of swollen flesh which she so desperately wanted to get back out of his mouth. And he utterly exalted in the raging hard on which this squirming bundle of pleasure had made of his cock.
He reared up off Maria’s wreathing body and jerked open his belt.
“Whoa there, Blondie, slow down!” Lourdes said. Somehow she had gotten out of the driver’s seat and come around the car behind him. That was okay with Chris. He would fuck her too right here against the car.
He reached over to circle an arm around Lourdes waist.
“Hold on,” she said. “I want to see you fuck her too! But you can’t do it here in the parking lot. Cops are always driving by to check for drunk drivers. We have to go someplace else.”
Maria regained just enough self control to struggle into more of a sitting position. The bottom of her dress slipped back down to cover her pussy, but not before Chris got a glimpse of her final tattoo.
“Let me see that!” he demanded, forgetting Lourdes warning.
Chris pushed up Maria’s dress and examined the tattoo on her well-shaven mons. It was a snake slithering down toward her pussy, mouth opened wide to bite her clitoris. It looked both creepy and exciting.
Chris leaned forward to lick Maria’s clit again, his tongue moving from the swollen knob of flesh to the head of the tattooed snake.
Lourdes put her foot on Chris’ ass and pushed him deeper into the car, then slammed the door behind him.
Chris didn’t mind. He pushed Maria further across the seat so he could continue licking her pussy. He wanted to see how many more times he could make Maria come before Lourdes got them wherever they were going.
Chapter Thirty Two
Merci
“Where is he?” Merci wondered.
On the screen, the Great White Hunter pulled out of his sexy conquest and showered cum across her gloriously dark mahogany body. The first ejaculation spit all the way up to the Jungle Queen’s cheek bone. The sticky white fluid stretched down her neck, over one chocolate nipple and across most of her sleek beautiful stomach. The Hunter kept right on pumping his hand, sending out a second stream almost identical to the first one. This one spattered into the Queen’s chin, slipped down into her cleavage and trailed a path of ivory semen all the way to her navel.
The third and fourth eruptions were less forceful, but still copious, and the Hunter continued to pump his hand as if he expected his cock to produce more.
Liv sprang to her feet in frustration. “I’ll kill him!” she said. “How dare he leave the two of us stranded like this?”
Merci spoke into her phone, leaving Chris another message. “Where are you, baby? You’ve got two horny women desperate to suck and fuck your cock. Get here! Call me!”
“Arrgh!” Liv raged. “He’s probably out fucking some bimbo! I warned you about him!”
She stormed around the couch to the credenza and poured two new glasses of wine. When she looked up again, the Jungle Queen was happily smearing the Hunter’s white semen all over her dark body.
“Oh, gross, Merci, that’s a little much, don’t you think?”
Merci stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open as she watched. “Oh, I don’t know. I like it a little dirty. Don’t you?”
Liv smiled. “With the right man? Oh yes!”
She came around the couch and handed Merci her glass. “So what do you want to do? Head out to a bar and pick up two dumb men?”
Merci found herself genuinely considering the suggestion. She was seriously ticked at Chris for screwing up her plans—not that she thought he was out cheating on her. She was certain he wouldn’t do that.
“Let’s give him a little more time,” she suggested. “We’ll watch one more scene and then decide if we wait for him or go out on the prowl.”
Liv shrugged and sat back on the couch. “Whatever you want—he’s your stupid boyfriend.”
It was great to have Liv back.
Merci settled herself into a more comfortable position beside her and took a long soothing drink of wine. “I think you’ll like this next scene—especially considering what we’re trying to do tonight.”
The movie was already moving on. The camera angle took on a new perspective as if it were a person spying on a sexy blonde in safari gear as she walked through some palm leaves and crouched down next to a body of water. It wasn’t clear if the water was supposed to be a river, lake or pond—but at least it wasn’t obviously a swimming pool.
The blonde tested the water with her hand, and then stood up, glancing furtively from left to right. She removed her pith helmet, spilling a long tangle of remarkably clean hair down over her shoulders. Then she cautiously began to unbutton her khaki blouse, pausing twice to fearfully check over her shoulder in the direction of the camera. Beneath the khaki blouse she wore a lacey white bra which was barely capable of restraining her enormous breasts.
The camera edged closer, as if the secret witness wanted a better view.
The blonde wiggled her hips as she pushed her short khaki skirt down to her ankles revealing gray thong panties—perfect attire for trekking through the jungle. Then she kicked off her sneakers and after one final furtive glance, reached behind her and unfastened the strap of her bra.
For some reason, she had to turn toward her unseen observer to finish this process, spilling her enormous cherry nipples directly into the camera.
“So this is what you like, Merci? Well-endowed white girls getting naked?” Liv was no longer touching herself, but her hand rested near her groin as if she hoped the movie would inspire her to start again.
“Just watch the movie,” Merci told her. She picked up the remote and hit fast forward.
The blonde dropped her panties revealing a sparse bush, and then moved into the water, splashing herself and pretending to bathe.
The camera angle changed from looking through the leaves to peering toward shore from the surface of the water. The naked blonde moved closer to the camera, the water lapping at her pubes.
On shore, the branches parted to reveal a naked white man stepping to the water’s edge. He tossed some clothing to the ground and stroked his growing erection as he watched the woman.
Liv applauded. “A man at last! Are you going to try yours again? Or are you ready to go out?”
Merci picked up the phone and hit the speed dial.
The woman on the screen noticed the man on shore and squealed, falling into deeper water in her haste to get away from him. The man dived toward her, surfacing just close enough to take the woman into his arms. She made a token struggle before conceding to her desire and burying her tongue deep in his mouth.
“Chris, baby, we’re reduced to watching The Great White Hunters and the Jungle Queen. Get over here and satisfy us!”
The man sucked hard on the blonde’s tits. Liv slipped her hand on top of Merci’s where it rested on the remote control and pressed the play button, ending the fast-forward search mode. A moment later the blonde reared up on screen, took a deep breath, and submerged herself in the water so she could start to suck the man’s cock.
Merci’s breath caught in her throat. Liv appeared unaware that her small white hand still rested on Merci’s dark one. Her friend was leaning forward in her seat, watching the woman bob up and down beneath the water. “This is getting better,” she muttered.
Merci was afraid to speak. Liv’s hand on hers made her flesh burn with excitement. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she regretted that the movie had one more comic interruption before things really started happening.
With a Tarzan-like wail, the Jungle Queen swung on to the screen to splash into the water a few feet from the love-making. The water-level camera was now revealed to be a very artificial looking crocodile. The Jungle Queen rolled over and
over with the beast until she vanquished it with her knife. Then she half-supported the white couple out of the water where she dropped the man on the shore before turning her attention to the white woman.
The Queen lay the woman on her back and began to innocently explore her fair skin, poking and prodding her breasts before bending down to taste the swollen nipples.
“Oh my,” Liv said, tightening her grip on Merci’s hand as the Queen’s fingers slid down the blonde’s stomach to stroke between the woman’s legs.
“Oh my,” Liv repeated herself.
The blonde regained consciousness, moaning encouragement to her new lover. Her fingers entwined themselves in the black woman’s hair and pulled her mouth harder onto her breast.
Out of the corner of her eye, Merci could see Liv touch herself again. The timing was almost perfect—if only Chris would get here.
The blonde pulled at the Jungle Queen’s waist, encouraging her to change positions, turning around so that her legs would straddle the blonde’s face. This had the added benefit of placing the black woman’s mouth directly above the blonde’s pussy.
The white woman’s lips came up just as the black woman’s went down and two tongues darted forth to taste feminine juices.
Liv’s hand on top of Merci’s made the scene more intense than ever. Merci feared to move, but like Liv she didn’t seem able to stop her free hand from creeping down to her crotch. It had to be the wine. She always got so horny when she drank a lot of wine.
The two women on the screen began to suck furiously. Liv’s hand tightened across Merci’s fingers. A quick glance to the left proved Liv’s nipples were as excited as her own. Her friend’s right hand disappeared inside her pants.
That seemed like a good idea to Merci too.
The man on the screen suddenly awoke. He couldn’t help but notice the two women making love beside him. If his erection had ever faded it instantly returned in all of its blazing glory as he rolled first to his hands and knees, and then carefully positioned himself behind the Jungle Queen.
The blonde suddenly noticed the swollen purple head of her first lover’s hard cock hovering near her face. She left off sucking the Queen’s black lips to plant a kiss on its underside, but it seemed that the white man was no longer interested in his blonde friend. He pulled his cock back away from her pink mouth and rubbed the swollen head against the Queen’s slick black labia. She pressed back against him, encouraging the hunter to enter her.
He was only too happy to oblige. In one driving motion his rigid cock split the Queen’s dark lips apart and thrust deep within her.
The Jungle Queen howled with pleasure.
“Where is that fucking boyfriend of yours?” Liv groaned.
Her hips lifted in frustration off the couch and her hand gripped Merci’s more tightly than ever. Her fingers worked furiously on herself, with no pretense that she was doing anything other than masturbating, but Liv didn’t seem capable of granting herself satisfaction.
“Oh fuck, Merci, I’m sorry, but I have to come!”
She let go of Merci’s hand and pushed her pants down around her thighs. Both hands met at her pussy, attacking her clit from either side.
“Fuck!” she screamed. “I need a man!”
Merci’s fingers were only slightly more discreetly. Her left hand was deep within her sweats, rubbing her nub as furiously as Liv seemed to be. On the screen in front of them, the blonde continued to suck at the Jungle Queen’s clit while the hunter rode her from behind with everything he had. The Queen abandoned the blonde’s pussy and arched her neck, howling in ecstasy. Her huge black nipples bounced and jiggled with her excitement. This scene had captivated Merci’s attention any number of times, but now she found herself looking away to watch Liv’s continuing efforts to bring herself to orgasm.
Deep inside, a little voice told Merci she shouldn’t be doing any of this, but she ignored this bit of common sense. Watching Liv masturbate was just too damn exciting! Liv’s fingers slipping in and out of her thatch of red hair really turned Merci on, and the sight of those pink lips, swollen and pouting as Liv rubbed them, completely captivated Merci’s attention.
“Damn it, Merci! You promised me a man! All week I’ve been dreaming about Chris’ big dick between my legs and he’s blown me off again!”
Liv grabbed her own nipple and squeezed, while still rubbing furiously between her legs. Not satisfied with the feeling, she yanked her shirt and sports bra up her chest and attacked the little red nipple directly.
“Damn it! You owe me!” The frustrated pain in Liv’s voice sounded close to tears. “Get me a dildo, a candlestick, anything!”
Merci slid off the couch to her knees where she could look almost directly into Liv’s pussy. Her left hand was still stuffed into her panties, but the right had followed Liv’s lead and slipped under her sweatshirt to squeeze one ultra-sensitive nipple.
“You owe me!” Liv screamed again. She reached out, grabbed Merci by the hair and pulled her hard against her pussy.
Merci was only half-surprised. Her mouth opened and caught Liv’s clit immediately, sucking the hard little nub of feminine flesh into her mouth for the very first time.
Liv screeched louder in excitement, twisting her body to lock Merci in place between her thighs. “Twelve years I’ve wanted this!” she shuddered. Her left hand pulled Merci’s face even tighter against her pussy while her right stretched down Merci’s back to tug her sweatshirt up over her shoulders.
“Twelve years!” Liv screamed again.
Merci sucked even harder, sending both hands up Liv’s body to grab her naked breasts. Pinching those small hard nipples rocketed Liv over the edge. She bucked, she writhed, she screeched, she clawed, she fought, but mostly, she came, and came, and came.
Chapter Thirty Three
Chris
Maria had come so often on the ride home that her legs were too weak to support her when it came time to get out of the car. She tried to stand, fumbling with the door handle and pushing her feet into the parking lot, but her trembling legs couldn’t hold her and she slid down onto the pavement.
Orgasms mixed with alcohol had made Maria quite giddy, and the feel of her bare ass on the asphalt struck her as the height of hilarity. She lay against the side of the car laughing uncontrollably, unable to even try and get up again.
Chris and Lourdes got out to help her. With a mighty effort, Maria succeeded in suppressing her mirth. She lifted the front of her skirt so they both could see her glistening pussy. “I think I want some more.”
Chris crouched down and scooped Maria into the air. She immediately encircled his neck with her arms and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
Lourdes put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “I think you should wait for that until we’re inside,” she advised him.
Chris broke off the kiss, making Maria pout. As he carried her after Lourdes, she continued to nuzzle her face into his neck, nibbling at his flesh.
Lourdes led Chris to a first floor apartment with a door to the outside. The set up was similar to a row of townhouses. Lourdes opened the outer door into a stairwell and then used a separate key to open her apartment door.
Chris carried Maria in behind her, and then waited while Lourdes turned on some lights.
"Maria’s bedroom is over here,” Lourdes told him.
Chris followed her through yet another door. Maria had stopped nibbling at him. Her deep breathing made him wonder if she had passed out. Gently, he set her down on the bed.
“She’s very beautiful, no?” Lourdes asked.
“Yes,” Chris agreed. He moved a strand of hair away from the sleeping woman’s face.
“You can still fuck her if you want to,” Lourdes said. “It might wake her up.” She turned to leave the bedroom.
Chris caught her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To my room.” Lourdes made a half-serious effort to pull her arm free, but Chris didn’t let her go. Instead he pulled the wom
an back to him and took her in his arms.
“I think you owe me something,” he reminded her.
Lourdes tried again to pull away. “You’re smeared with her juices.”
Chris lowered his lips to Lourdes’ and bruised open her mouth. At first, she did not respond, letting Chris taste her cigarettes and her Corona, but not actively encouraging him. Then she started to kiss Chris back, thrusting rapidly in and out with her tongue while her hands began to roam his chest.
When Chris relaxed, Lourdes bit him—digging her teeth deep enough into his lower lip to draw blood.
Chris shoved her away cursing, and then toppled over backward to land on top of Maria on the bed.
Lourdes laughed, a smear of Chris’ blood staining her upper lip. “I warned you before. I only like big cocks and it’s Maria who likes bondage and spankings.”
“Spankings?” Chris asked, remembering the earlier conversation. “You’re the bad girl. You’re the one who needs a spanking.”
Lourdes was clearly enjoying herself. “Only a real man can spank me—and Blondie, you’re too worried about your girlfriend standing you up to be that much of a man.”
Chris stood up. “So let me get this straight. If I’ve got a really big dick, I can fuck you, and if I’m a real man I can spank you.”
“If, if, if...” Lourdes laughed.
Chris lunged for her.
Chapter Thirty Four
Merci
Liv’s shudders slowly subsided, but she still held Merci’s face clamped between her thighs.
“Oh my God, Merci,” Liv moaned, struggling to breathe normally again.
Merci applied some muscle to her confinement and wrenched her face out of Liv’s scarlet muff. “Oh, God,” she agreed. She couldn’t truly believe what she had just done. And what was that Liv had said? “What did you mean by twelve years?”
Liv opened her eyes to look at her friend. She seemed completely unselfconscious that her pants and panties were around her knees and her shirt and bra were up over her tits. She reached out and stroked Merci’s cheek. “You are so beautiful.”
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