Liv rested her cheek on Merci’s inner thigh, her moist face still pointing toward her friend’s beautiful pussy. “Forget about him! Whatever he’s doing now, I guarantee he’s not thinking of you.”
“He’s my boyfriend,” Merci protested.
“Who’s probably out right now cheating on you.”
“Like we’re cheating on him?”
Liv rolled off Merci’s thigh on to her hands and knees so Merci and she could see each other’s eyes. “Look, I know you like him, and you know I think he’s a self-centered ass. Let’s forget that. Right now it’s not important. What is important is us and men. So let’s get this straight. We can like them and we can get off on them, but we don’t need them. Not any more. Tomorrow night I’ll show you what I mean. In the meantime, let me have some more of your pussy.”
Merci closed her eyes as Liv began to lick her again.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Chris
Lourdes lay back on the floor and elevated her pussy for Chris’ inspection. “You’re still hard enough. Are you ready for me?”
Behind Chris on the bed, Maria moaned and rolled over on her side, reminding Chris that he had yet to see the little vixen naked. “Were you serious about me fucking Maria?” he asked.
Lourdes shrugged. “She’s sleeping.”
“I know, but I keep remembering that you promised her a good fucking for her birthday and if you don’t keep your promises to your roommate, how do I know you’ll keep your promises to me?”
Lourdes got to her feet. “Good point, Blondie, I guess you don’t know. Do you want to fuck her in the pussy or in the ass?”
“God, you really are bad,” Chris grinned.
Lourdes took hold of his cock and began to stroke him. “Blondie, you have no idea how bad I really am.”
She looked back down at Maria. “So you want her?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“And you think you’ll have enough left for me?”
“Are you serious?”
Lourdes used her grip on his penis to pull him tight against her. Her nipples pressed against his upper stomach. “I want you able to fuck me tonight!”
“Lourdes, you are so hot you can make a dead man hard.”
Lourdes smiled and let go of his cock. “I have to admit that I would like to watch that dick of yours in action.”
She shook Maria gently. “It’s time to wake up. I have your birthday present.”
Maria groaned but continued sleeping.
Lourdes pulled her into a sitting position and began to unzip her dress. “Your blonde prince wants to fuck you.”
She lifted the dress over Maria’s head leaving her naked except for her bra.
Maria yawned and stretched. “What did you say?”
“The bra too,” Chris instructed.
Lourdes grinned again and unfastened the strap. “You going to fuck these too?”
Chris shook his head. “Merci has the best tit-fucking breasts on the planet. I just want to look at them while I fuck her.”
Maria was conscious now but not fully awake. She didn’t protest as Lourdes removed her bra or pulled her back down on the bed.
“Are you ready for your man?” Lourdes asked her.
“What?”
Chris climbed between Maria’s legs and rubbed his mostly stiff dick on her clitoris.
Maria started waking fast. “Oh, God, I don’t think I’m ready. How long have I been sleeping?”
“I’m ready!” Chris announced. He rubbed his swollen head down Maria’s lips, searching for her juices.
“Wait! I don’t think I’m wet!” Maria protested.
Chris growled in frustration, but pulled back. “Okay, maybe this will excite you. Lourdes, show Maria how to fuck my dick!”
Lourdes climbed on the bed next to Chris so that both were kneeling with Chris’ stiff cock between them.
Maria seemed to just be grasping the fact that Lourdes was also naked. “Wait! I want to fuck him. I’m just not awake.”
“You’ll fuck me,” Chris promised, before Lourdes kiss stopped him from talking. His left hand covered her breast while his right gripped her ass.
Still kissing Chris, Lourdes lifted herself up so she squatted on her feet in front of him and maneuvered herself over Chris’ erection.
“Wait!” Maria said again.
Lourdes dropped herself hard on Chris’ cock, letting gravity force open her lips and help her pussy swallow him. Her groan of pain and pleasure broke their kiss.
Chris put both hands on Lourdes’ ass and lifted her high so she could crash down on his length again.
Maria sat watching them in disbelief.
“Were you joking with me in the bar?” Chris asked. “You said I could have both of you.”
Chris wasn’t actually certain that that statement was true, but what he really cared about was the feel of Lourdes’ pussy as she continued to play elevator on his pole.
“Maria,” Lourdes said, “why don’t you kiss Blondie and let him play with your tits and pussy.”
Maria started to scoot away, but Chris lurched forward and grabbed her bare ankle. The movement unbalanced him and Lourdes and they spilled on the mattress on top of Maria’s lower body.
Chris’ cock popped out so he repositioned himself between Lourdes’ legs and prepared to do some traditional pumping.
“Kiss his dick,” Lourdes told Maria. “Let him know you still want him.”
Maria appeared uncertain, so Lourdes jerked her forward toward Chris. He caught Maria by her arm pits and pulled her up against his chest. Her breasts were bigger than Lourdes’ and flattened nicely against him. Her lips and tongue were eager and excited when he kissed them.
Lourdes tried to pull Chris’ dick back to her pussy but Maria’s body between them made that difficult. She attempted to shift her position, but Chris stopped her. “Wait a minute. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
He pulled back from Maria enough for him to see her body from breasts to thighs. His erection raged between them and she wrapped the fingers of both hands around it. Chris tried to ignore the distraction and began to tickle the woman’s inner thighs. “Are you sure you’re not wet enough?” he asked her.
Maria quivered in response.
Chris nuzzled at her cheek and neck while his fingers stroked her labia.
“If I open you up,” he asked, “will I find that you want me?”
Maria tightened her grip on Chris’ cock. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples puckered with excitement. She gasped with pleasure when Chris slipped his finger inside her body.
Despite Maria’s protests, she was more than wet enough to accommodate him. He pulled the finger out and then slid it inside her other mouth. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
Maria closed her eyes and shuddered. “Oh, yes,” she whispered.
Chris kissed her deeply, then gently turned her around and laid her breast-to-breast, pussy-to-pussy, on top of Lourdes.
“I have always wanted to do this,” he told them.
He rubbed his cock against Lourdes’ lips, and then rose a few inches higher to stroke Maria’s. “I’m going to fuck you both,” he informed them, “together, at the same time.”
He rubbed himself against Lourdes’ lips again, then thrust forward with his hips and drove himself inside of her. She was hot and wet and tightened her pussy muscles excitingly as he pumped in and out.
When Chris’ cock popped free, he rubbed it against Maria’s lips and then thrust forward again. Lourdes’ roommate squealed with excitement. She was much tighter than Lourdes, but just as hot and wet. Chris put his hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed as he widened her passage with each successive thrust.
Chris pulled out again and re-entered Lourdes, feeling absolutely masterful as he fucked both women. He quickly settled into a slow and powerful rhythm, pumping in and out of one woman three times, before switching to the other and fucking her with three more strokes of his th
ick cock.
The most incredible part was that he was never completely separated from either of them. As he thrust into Lourdes, his hips and upper groin bumped into Maria’s open thighs and wet pussy. As he fucked Maria, Chris’ balls slapped into Lourdes’ hot lower lips. It was the ultimate charge and Lourdes grunting curses combined with Maria’s shrieks and moans had his testicles churning with the need to release more cum. But the whiskey in his body was working against him, and despite his intense excitement, he began to realize he needed something more if he was to have a second orgasm.
“Lourdes!” he snapped the name to make certain he had her attention. “Put your arms around Maria’s neck!”
Lourdes waited for him to pull out of her before she complied, but she did as she was told.
Maria moaned and quivered as Chris re-entered her. Her pussy squirmed against his meat, as if she was also on the verge of new orgasms. Chris wanted to push her over the edge as well, knowing what that would feel like on his raging hard on.
“Now kiss her!” Chris ordered Lourdes, as he thrust even harder into Maria. “Shove your tongue down her throat and kiss her!”
He thrust a third time as Lourdes lifted her head off the mattress to comply with his demands. Maria was no longer perfectly on top of her friend and Chris could see Lourdes’ pierced nipple pointing up at him. His dick popped free of Maria and he tried to get it back in Lourdes’ slippery cunt, but instead he slid deep between the two women’s squirming bodies. He could feel Lourdes’ tangle of hair beneath him and Maria’s slick smooth mons above.
“Fuck her with your tongue!” he gasped, just as his swollen dick began to erupt.
Chris’ thick cum squirted out between the women’s bellies, and then splattered both sets of swollen lips as he drew back. When he thrust forward again, he bruised against Maria’s wet labia then rode up over her to drop gobs of milky semen on her ass. He grabbed hold of himself, tempted for an instant to plunge his pulsing cock deep into Maria’s anus, but the angle seemed off and his need was far too urgent to reposition Maria now.
He stuck his erupting cock back inside her hot vagina and collapsed across her back, holding them both until sleep claimed them.
Part V: Digging Deeper
Chapter Thirty Eight
Chris
Chris woke in confusion.
A sledgehammer pounded in his temples and the room spun when he lifted his head to look around. Beneath him, a woman moaned, bringing back a flash of intense memories—a quick slide show of breasts, pussies, piercings, and tattoos and the very poignant image of a sexy Latina deep-throating his long cock.
Chris groaned and sat up. The light from the windows sent ice picks of pain deep into his eyes. Next to him, two bodies stirred—two beautiful, sexy, Latina bodies that were as starkly naked as he was himself. Despite the pain in his head, Chris’ penis began to stir.
Was that woman’s pussy really pierced with a little gold stud?
Chris began to look closer, but a wave of nausea struck him with the motion and he desisted. Then he remembered Merci and began to feel truly ill.
“Oh Lord, what have I done?”
Somehow, Chris stumbled out of bed without waking either woman. In blinding pain, he found his pants, shirt and shoes—leaving behind his socks and underwear. He wanted to call a cab, but he didn’t know where he was.
Chris left the ground floor apartment and wandered to the small parking lot. He didn’t see his Mustang but there was a Dunkin Donuts across the street, so he went and bought a large black coffee and drank it in the store while he filled his stomach with Old Fashioned donuts.
He had really messed up this time. Merci would never forgive him.
He couldn’t find his cell phone so he got change from the cashier and used the pay phone to call a cab. The driver took him back to the bar so he could pick up his car.
When he got home he collapsed on the couch trying to figure out what he should do. He had to call Merci, but should he call now or wait until he’d slept the hangover off? He simply didn’t know. Finally he decided it was better not to wait to call her—waiting would only give her time for her anger to stew. But he knew he was in no condition to talk yet, so he went to his cabinet and took out a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels and a nice clean glass. He would have liked to have ice to go with it, but the kitchen seemed too far away to manage.
Chris cracked the seal and opened the bottle, pouring a generous two fingers into the glass. He tossed the drink down in one gulp and waited while the warmth worked its way down his chest like a gift from heaven. He was feeling better before the alcohol could have possibly started to work on him. The fire just kept spreading inside of him, pooling in his groin before flowing out his arms and legs to touch his fingers and his toes.
Chris poured a second glass and picked up the phone. He loved Merci, but he had probably blown it with her last night. He might have gotten away with standing her up if it had been just the two of them, but with Liv present there was no hope.
It occurred to Chris quite suddenly that he didn’t actually know that Merci had called, but a quick check of his home phone’s caller ID dashed that fantasy before it had finished taking form.
Chris dialed Merci’s number and waited for her to answer the phone.
“Hello?”
God, but he loved the sound of her voice. It was muffled with sleep and unbelievably sexy.
“It’s Chris.”
A lot of the sleepiness instantly disappeared. No anger was evident yet, but it had to be present below the surface. “Where were you last night? I called and called.”
“I...” There was no way Chris could tell her the truth. “I just couldn’t go through with it. I just couldn’t face Liv again knowing what she tried to do to me.”
There was a sound on Merci’s end of the line that Chris couldn’t quite make out—not between his headache and Merci’s responses.
“And you couldn’t answer my calls?”
Now the anger Chris had been waiting for was beginning to appear. If his story had any chance of being believed he would have to mix in a lot of truth. “I...I got drunk and lost my phone last night,” Chris confessed. “I didn’t know you had called until this morning.”
“Oh, please!”
A different voice than Merci’s came across the line and Chris realized he was in more trouble than he had thought. For some reason, Liv was still over there—over there and listening to the call.
“Hush,” Merci told her, then returned her attention to Chris. “What happened?”
“He probably picked up a whore and she robbed him,” Liv said.
Chris tried to get his story out past her. “I don’t remember exactly. I was drinking pretty hard and slept it off in my car.”
God, why had he said that? Merci would never believe he had passed out in the Mustang.
“Oh, really?”
“You two-timing bastard,” Liv shouted over Merci. “Your girlfriend tries to give you a treat and you go out and cheat on her. Well you know what? We don’t need you, you bastard! We came quite well on our own, thank you!”
“Liv-”
Merci’s protests were cut off and muffled. It took Chris a moment to realize what was happening. Liv and Merci were kissing next to the phone!
Apparently Merci broke off the kiss because suddenly he could hear her speaking again. “Liv, please, I’m trying to-”
“I’m just showing him what he missed.”
The sound of fierce kissing interrupted them again.
Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Liv and Merci were kissing! Had they spent the night together?
“Show him what happens when he steps out on you,” Liv urged. “He could have had us both. Show him what he missed.”
The sound of sheets or blankets being moved was followed by the sounds of fevered slurping.
Merci moaned. “She’s eating my pussy, Chris. Why aren’t you here?”
“Don’t talk to him!” L
iv warned. “I’ll stop right now if you say his name again.”
A burst of static came over the receiver, but when it cleared Chris could still here what was happening. He could picture Merci’s hands on either side of Liv’s head, urging her to suck her harder.
Chris began to stroke his own dick in anticipation of her orgasm. It didn’t take long for it to grow in his hands. How could it stay soft when he was listening to Merci’s pleasure?
“Ohhh,” she moaned again. “That’s it. That’s it. Right there!”
Chris’ hand kept pace with Merci’s excitement, rubbing up and down on the length of his cock. He could picture Merci’s face—her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, the air rushing quickly in and out.
He left off long enough to lick his hand. He could see in his mind’s eye Merci’s nipples standing out. Her large wonderful aureole puckering atop her breasts.
His own breath quickened and the sweat stood out from his forehead. He could hear just as clearly as if Merci were touching herself right here in this room. Only Merci wasn’t touching herself. Liv was sucking on her pussy—bare white ass thrust up in the air, hairy red pussy protruding from between her legs, free hand rubbing furiously at her clitoris while she pleasured Chris’ girlfriend.
Chris wanted them both, wanted to drive his long, hard shaft deep into Liv’s tight cunt instead of pumping it here with his own damn hand. He wanted to grind Liv’s face deep between Merci’s thighs, smearing her cheeks in Merci’s love. He wanted to shove Liv to the side and take her place inside his woman, shoving his hard cock deep between Merci’s lips, watching himself as he pulled out and plunged in again.
White cum bubbled forth over Chris’ fist, smearing across his fingers and back down his cock. Over the phone, he could hear Merci enjoying a much stronger, far more exciting orgasm.
Suddenly the cum spilling over his hand was just another part of the mess in his life. He shouldn’t be here alone. He should be at Merci’s house, fucking both women.
He’d blown it again.
Chris hung up the phone in disgust.
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