by Misty Vixen
I was glad I wasn’t one of them.
But once we’d actually had sex, and our relationship dynamic, inasmuch as we had one, had been established, she was so much more comfortable around me. Although I think sometimes she was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I didn’t intend to fuck her over at all, but for people with trust issues, there was honestly no way to meaningfully convey that.
I massaged Megan’s back for another five minutes, then switched over to Delilah, who made a lot of happy sounds as I worked her back as well. She was already completely topless, freeing her wonderfully big, pale tits and baring them to the fireplace. Her skin was soft and smooth against my hands as I massaged her, and I took a great satisfaction in the sounds and shudders I elicited from her as I worked.
Megan took another deep drink from the bottle and then held it up and squinted at it. It was about halfway gone now. Besides this, all we had for booze was a similarly sized bottle of vodka. “All right, good enough,” she said, passing it to Delilah and then standing. She shifted and staggered, reaching out and putting a hand on the mantle of the fireplace to steady herself. Giggling softly, she began taking her clothes off.
“Yeah,” Delilah agreed after a drink of her own, “good enough.”
She gave the bottle to me and I corked it while she stood and finished undressing too. I replaced the bottle and stripped of my own clothes. We’d ended up dragging the mattress off the queen size bed in the master bedroom out here into the living room where the fireplace was. It was better for a number of reasons, but honestly I really liked being able to see these two women as I fucked them and they fucked each other.
I studied them in the flickering firelight as their clothes came off. They were beautiful, wonderfully beautiful, and I was glad they had gotten more comfortable around me and each other. Delilah was more towards the petite side, a slim, pale beauty of a woman with a somewhat disproportionately sized rack. She was less than five and a half feet tall and I’d be surprised if she was more than a hundred and ten or fifteen pounds, but she was sporting some beautiful double-ds. She’d lucked out there. Megan had naturally tan skin and was taller, with more muscle on her frame, which was not just bigger but broader. Not by a lot, but enough to notice.
She wasn’t just tough in personality. Although I was a lot taller and heavier than her, I bet if she put her mind to it, she could fucking knock me silly.
As soon as I got my clothes off, I snagged one of the washrags and bars of soap. We were each lucky enough to have a set. Then I grabbed one of the bottles I’d set to warm by the fire, unscrewed it, and got to work washing up. Cleanliness was one of my guilty pleasures that I had allowed to follow me out of my old life. It wasn’t always possible, but I went to lengths farther than the average person, I thought, to obtain some way of cleaning myself every day.
Especially if I was going have sex with someone.
I was glad that Megan and Delilah were cool with doing the same. I mean, if I was going to eat pussy, it would be nice if they’d at least try to wash up. Although I had noticed that Megan was almost exclusively going to Delilah for oral recently. Not that I blamed her. She was quite good and enthusiastic with her mouth.
The atmosphere went from comfortable and content to excited and erotic and aroused as we all washed, and I saw both of them doing the same thing I was: sneaking glances as the others’ naked bodies. There was a really exciting thrill to seeing someone you were turned on by completely naked, especially knowing that sex was soon to follow.
Both of them had let me do pretty much whatever I wanted to them and I was so fucking glad that I got to creampie them.
Orgasming into a hot woman with absolute no protection between the two of you might have been the best pleasure life had to offer.
Or to offer me at least.
As soon as we were finished washing and then drying, I picked Delilah up and tossed her onto the mattress. She let out a delighted shriek as she flew through the air and then landed, and then I turned, embraced Megan, and began making out with her while also leading her to join Delilah. She kissed me back, tongue already creeping into my mouth as we moved, and when we hit the mattress she tripped and did an awkward sprawl onto it, pulling me down with her. And then she was pushing me onto my back, still kissing me, running her hands over my body as I did the same to her. Touching her was a study in pure arousal.
Delilah didn’t let us have each other for long, pushing herself up against me and reaching down between us, gripping my cock and beginning to massage it while also kissing the side of Megan’s neck. Megan stopped kissing me, turned, and began kissing Delilah full on the mouth. She’d been a little shy at first when the redhead had come onto her, but that was long gone. She was as into and comfortable around Delilah as I was, and fuck if they didn’t just make one of the hottest pair of ladies I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.
They both made out right in front of me, tongue kissing and groping as Delilah continued massaging my cock with her soft, hot hand. I ran my own hand over Delilah’s breasts, practically addled with lust at this point. Groping her sent pulses of total, uncut desire racing through my whole body. She was so soft and smooth and hot. Having sex with Delilah was honestly like what I imagined fucking a porn star would be like.
The women came apart and then Delilah spent a little while kissing me. Megan watched, sitting up on top of me, smiling a drunk little smile. While Delilah kissed me I resumed groping Megan, first her wonderful, firm breasts, then down her sides and around to her well-formed, tanned ass. We kept that up for a little bit until I wanted something more.
“Why don’t you two put your mouths to good use?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” Delilah replied immediately. That girl was always eager to please.
Megan, on the other hand, crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and stared at me. I stared back at her. The only reason I pushed her like this was because I was pretty sure by now that she liked to be pushed...just a little. Not too much, but some.
“You’re lucky I like you as much as I do,” she said finally, and got off me, joining Delilah in laying down closer to my cock.
“Yes, I am,” I agreed with a grin.
She sighed as Delilah reached out and gripped my dick, encircling my rigid shaft with her slim, hot fingers. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Was that a joke?” I asked.
She paused. “Honestly no, but...whatever. Just shut up and enjoy yourself.”
And then both of them had their tongues out and were licking my cock like an ice cream cone. I groaned loudly and let my head fall back on the pillow, momentarily paralyzed by the overwhelming wave of hot bliss that hit me from having two women go to town on my most sensitive area with their wonderful mouths.
They licked and licked, dragging their tongues over my head, occasionally pulling them up the shaft or focusing on that spot just below the bottom of the head that was super fucking sensitive. And then Delilah put her lips right on that spot and started moving them around, using her tongue, and I let out another loud groan.
“Aw fuck, that’s it ladies…” I groaned, raising my head again and watching them work. That, honestly, was half the fun. The intense thrill of watching two women, completely naked, dragging their tongues all over my dick.
Then Delilah took it into her mouth and started sucking me off, moving her head smoothly up and down.
“I want my turn after this,” Megan murmured.
“Mmm-hmm,” Delilah replied. I honestly thought that woman got off on doing oral. Which, you know, was fucking awesome for us.
White hot, rapturous ecstasy really began to consume me as she sucked my dick, putting those lips to amazing use. She bobbed her head smoothly, encircling the base of my shaft now with a thumb and two fingers to hold it smoothly in place. She looked marvelously sexy and erotic as she worked, and when she gave my cock up to Megan, who started sucking me off too, Delilah leaned down and began licking my balls.
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sp; “Holy fucking shit, this is good,” I panted.
They kept going, passing it back and forth between them, until Megan grew too restless.
“Okay, my turn,” she said, gripping Delilah’s hair by the roots and pulling her head up. Damn, I wonder what they’ve been getting up to when I wasn’t around.
“Yes, mistress,” Delilah replied, almost gasping the words.
“Up,” Megan said to me.
I laughed softly and got up. Fair enough. She took my place and spread her wonderful legs, and Delilah got down in between them and dove right into eating her pussy. Megan let out a loud, long, wonderful moan of bliss as our little redheaded fucktoy got back to work. I looked at the two women and they really seemed like something out of a porn. My eyes fell onto Delilah’s ass. It had a nice bit of padding that I always appreciated, accentuated by her trim frame, and I quickly shifted into position over her.
She was lying flat, which was fine by me, because I slipped my cock in between those smooth thighs of her, right into her wet, pink pussy.
Delilah let out a muffled shriek of pleasure as I penetrated her, and I groaned loudly, joining Megan in unleashing the building pleasure verbally. I pushed deeper and deeper into Delilah, finding her fantastically tight and oh so fucking hot and wet. She was such a wet girl and I fell back in love with her pussy each and every time I got back inside of it. Probably the thing I really liked about her was she could take a fucking pounding, which I took a sort of primal satisfaction in doing. I started stroking into her and she yelled and moaned.
“That’s it you little bitch,” I growled at her, holding myself up and looking down in between us at her sweet ass while watching my cock disappear into her over and over again. “You fucking take it, you dumb fucking slut.”
She moaned loudly and I knew she was rushing headlong towards an orgasm. Another thing I loved about her: how fucking easy it was to make her come.
“That’s right you little redheaded whore,” Megan growled, grabbing her head and forcing her face deeper into her crotch, “eat me, you little bitch. Make me come. Make me come you stupid fucking whore!” she yelled and slapped the back of her head.
I started groaning as I felt Delilah’s pussy begin going crazy. She let out a wild shriek and her whole body bucked as she started to orgasm. The pleasure of pounding the fuck out of her squirting pussy was even better and it was hard not to bust.
Actually, it was too fucking hard and I fucked up and started coming.
“Ah fuck, Delilah!” I yelled as my own climax burst into existence and I started shooting my load into her.
Holy shit was I glad I had that birth control implant, because I would fucking suck at pulling out. Mainly because it felt so much better and more satisfying not to pull out at all and just fill a woman up with a huge load.
I became totally lost as I shoved myself deeper into her, my hips jerking forward with each pulse of ecstasy that exploded out of me and into me. I pumped that sweet vagina full of my seed as she squirted all over my dick and it was hedonistic heaven.
When I was done, I pulled out of her and let her finish up with Megan, who started her own orgasm almost as soon as we were done with ours. I watched her twist and squirm and scream as she came, both hands on Delilah’s head, her legs spread out wide. And I found that I wasn’t winding down from my orgasm as I watched her come, using Delilah to get off, I was winding back up. I was still fucking hard and ready to go.
Thank fucking God, because I wanted into Megan’s pussy so bad right then.
As soon as she let go and went slack, I smacked Delilah’s pale ass. “Move it.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured tiredly, and shifted out of the way.
I immediately climbed on top of Megan and looped my arms under her legs, lifting them up. “Oh fuck,” she said, opening her eyes back up.
“Put it in,” I said, staring down at her.
She stared up at me and a renewed intensity came back into her eyes, onto her face, and she gripped my cock and put it into herself.
We both groaned as I brought her legs up and pushed my way into her.
“Oh yeah!” she cried as I began humping her, slipping into her again and again. “Oh fuck, Chris! Oh yes! FUCK THAT PUSSY!” she screamed wildly.
I held her legs up and fucked her brains out, absolutely losing myself in the rhythmic motions of our raw, furious fucking. She started screaming at me, demanding that I go harder, faster, and I did, pounding her into the fucking mattress. I yelled back at her, for a few moments actually lost in a delirious haze of sex and something a little like rage, like we were competing with each other, she was seeing how much she I could give and I was seeing how much she could take and I heard things getting knocked off the table nearby and the bookshelf knocking up against the wall and then, suddenly, we were coming again.
The orgasm seemed to last longer this time, and hit harder.
And when I was done, I pulled out of her and rolled off of her, laying next to her, both of us slicked with sweat and getting our breaths back. I floated in an ocean of post-orgasmic bliss for several moments.
“You’re so lucky,” Megan muttered after a moment.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“Yeah. You don’t got to clean a huge fucking load of cum out of you. And I let you do it.” She sat up and looked down at herself. “How the fuck did you have so much left!? You did come in Delilah, right?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Fuck!”
“I don’t know, it just happens,” I replied, then yawned. “I need to sleep.”
“We all do,” she murmured.
“Drink some water, both of you, before you go to sleep. And if you wake up, keep drinking it,” I said as both of them went back over to the fireplace and began to wash up again.
“Yeah, yeah,” Megan muttered.
“I’m just trying to watch out for you. It’ll help with potential hangovers.”
She paused, then glanced back at me with tired eyes, looking a little guilty. It was harder for her to hide her emotions when she was drunk. “I know...I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I said.
She paused again. “Thanks...for watching out for me. For us. It’s nice...not enough people are willing to do it.”
“Thanks for watching out for me, too,” I replied, surprised by the display. Normally it was like pulling teeth to get something like this out of her. She must be more drunk than I thought. Or maybe just more tired.
She finally nodded and went back to cleaning up.
I made myself get up and pulled on my boxers, then took one more walk around the house, checking out all the windows just to try and see if I could see anything. But there was no moon or stars out tonight, and it was pretty much pitch black out there. It felt a little like how I imagine it must feel to be in a submarine, staring out into the deep ocean, or in space maybe, minus the stars. With that done, I went back and took the time to pour the water that had boiled and then cooled into the bottles we’d partially drained to wash ourselves, and the leftover now purified water into our thermoses. It wasn’t enough to totally refill them, but that was fine, I’d make more tomorrow. I then arranged the washrags to dry after cleaning them a bit, threw a few more logs onto the fire and spent a moment rearranging it, then crawled into bed.
I got in between the two ladies, and Megan tugged at me tiredly, so I spooned her tonight, putting an arm over her nude body beneath the blankets.
She settled into my grasp and I was asleep within minutes.
FOUR
I woke up freezing.
Something was wrong.
I tried to sit up but I couldn’t move. Fear pulsed through me and I looked around. Where the fuck was I? It was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I was on a bed, some shitty narrow bed in a room of boarded-over windows and peeling wallpaper.
I was tied down.
Suddenly, I heard heavy boots hitting a wooden floor. Coming closer. The fear grew. I could see my bre
ath on the air and I was fucking freezing. It was so bad I was shivering violently. I looked down the length of my own body, finding myself in nothing but boxers, and saw an open door. Abruptly, I realized where I was.
The room I’d killed Tanner in.
How the fuck could I be here? What the fuck was going on?
Where was my shit? Where were Megan and Delilah?
Suddenly, the man himself walked in. He was smoking a cigarette, and as he turned to face me, I jerked in surprise and terror as I saw a bullet hole in his forehead. It was an ugly, hideous wound and blood had leaked all down his face. He looked like something out of a horror movie or one of those old-school wrestlers who’d gotten their foreheads busted open during a match. The blood, though, was dried and old.
“You did me a favor, man,” he said, his voice just as dry, hardly a whisper. “So I’m gonna do you the same favor.”
His other hand came up holding a pistol and he walked slowly over to me.
I tried to say something but my throat was locked up. I couldn’t fucking move, even though I could feel myself shaking violently from the cold.
“Don’t worry man, being dead isn’t so bad.” He put the frozen barrel against my forehead. I felt it. Felt the frigid circlet of metal. “Trust me.”
He pulled the trigger.
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“Fuck!”
I jerked awake and heard two shouts of surprise.
“What?!” Megan demanded from somewhere nearby.
I was fucking freezing and I could still hear the echo of the gunshot, shit, I could still feel the pistol against my forehead, as I slowly forced myself up into a sitting position.
“Chris...what the fuck? Are you okay?” Megan asked.
“What the hell?” I groaned, looking around.
Somehow I’d ended up not only out from beneath the blankets, but I’d gotten myself off the fucking bed and onto the cold wooden floor. I felt stiff and frozen to the bone.
