Merci felt a little tremor between her legs. It felt good but she wasn’t certain that she wanted to be feeling it. She hadn’t intended to make love to Liv—and certainly not without Chris. She wasn’t sure she liked the fact that she’d enjoyed it. And did this count as cheating?
Liv scooted forward off the couch so that she sat down in front of Merci with the black woman still kneeling between her spread legs.
“I think it’s time we got rid of this,” Liv told her. “I want to see what you look like and I don’t want to have to pretend I’m not doing it.”
Liv’s hands went to Merci’s waist and took hold of her loose sweatshirt. Merci raised her arms to help, and Liv slipped it quickly upward.
Merci’s breasts popped free and then the cloth was covering her face where it stopped for a moment.
“Liv?”
Something warm and wet touched Merci’s nipple—touched it, then began to stroke it up and down.
“Liv?” Merci called again. Her voice trembled. She pulled the sweatshirt off her head and tossed it to the side.
Liv sat before her teasing her with her tongue.
“I...I think we ought to stop,” Merci said.
Liv switched to the other breast, staring straight into Merci’s eyes as her tongue stuck out between her lips to taste the puckered flesh.
Merci couldn’t meet that gaze. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and sighed.
Liv’s little hands met Merci’s shoulders and pressed them backward until Merci lay flat on the floor. Liv’s lithe body wiggled on top of her, the red head’s smaller breasts pressing down on Merci’s large ones as their mouths met for the first time.
The delicate flickering of Liv’s tongue held Merci spellbound.
“I love you, Merci,” Liv whispered. “Ever since school I’ve dreamed of doing this to you.”
Liv kissed Merci again, questing more deeply inside her this time.
Merci tried to recapture some semblance of rationality. “You knew even then?”
“Not really,” Liv admitted, slithering her way down Merci’s body. “Oh, I thought you were beautiful and I loved to watch you make out with guys, but I wasn’t ready to accept then that I was just as interested in your body as I was in theirs.”
She paused to kiss her way down Merci’s stomach, finally reaching the top of Merci’s sweat pants.
Merci was afraid of what was going to happen next. “So you’re not a lesbian?”
Liv laughed at the thought. “Of course not, silly, you know I love guys. But a really beautiful woman like you, Merci...well you’ve also turned me on.”
Her fingers slipped under the waist of the sweats and caught Merci’s panties at the same time. Slowly, drawing out the moment, Liv pulled them down.
“Oh baby,” she whispered. “I love the fact that you shave it all off.”
Merci reached down to touch the smooth flesh above her clitoris. “Chris likes to shave me,” she confessed.
“Let’s not think about him,” Liv suggested. “For the rest of tonight, there’s just you and me.”
Merci closed her eyes. Images of Chris warred with pictures of Liv in her brain. “But he’s my boyfriend,” she whispered.
“Can he do this to you?” Liv asked.
Merci felt Liv’s tongue, not on her clit or splitting her labia, but exploring the outer folds of flesh where her labia sprang from her groin.
She shuddered in pure enjoyment.
“Or this?” Liv asked, moving her tongue low to lick the narrow strip of flesh separating Merci’s pussy from her anus.
“Or-”
“I give!” Merci shouted.
She lifted her legs and kicked off her sweat pants. On the television screen the blonde and the Jungle Queen were both licking the swollen head of the male hunter’s erection while milky-white cum fountained up over both of them. But that was a different fantasy which died because Chris stood her up tonight. Merci’s new fantasy was Liv, and by this early measure, Merci had some powerful orgasms coming.
She rolled to her knees and used her greater size to force Liv onto the floor. Then she straddled her face and squatted down to feed the fair-skinned redhead her dark horny pussy.
Chapter Thirty Five
Chris
Chris forced Lourdes to the floor, letting the full weight of his chest pin her breasts beneath him while his hands held her arms up over her head.
“I win!” he told her, ducking down to kiss her once more.
Lourdes started kissing him back, and then bucked her hips upward to half throw him off of her. She was laughing hard as Chris grabbed hold of her again, but she didn’t stop struggling. She twisted to her hands and knees, but his arms encircled her chest and his hands caught firm hold of her breasts.
“You want me!” he accused.
“Only if you can take me!” she laughed.
Chris flipped Lourdes on to her back and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. His attempt to rip it off was only partially successful, exposing her stomach and the underside of one soft breast. Apparently she wore no bra—something Chris always found exciting.
Lourdes lifted her legs and scissored them around Chris’ shoulder and chest. Then she used them to throw him back off her. Before he had recovered his balance, Lourdes was sitting on his chest with her knees to either side of his face and his chin in the crotch of her camouflage pants.
She was clearly enjoying herself. “You think you’re tough? Who’s on top now, Blondie?”
“If that’s what this is all about,” Chris offered, “I’ll be happy to let you ride.”
Her shirt had fallen back into place and his hands slid over it on the way to her breasts. They were as soft and full as he had imagined, but there was something protruding from either side of her right nipple.
Chris grinned as he realized what it was. “You really are a bad girl, Lourdes. You’ve pierced your nipple!”
“And you’re the man who’s going to put me in my place?” Lourdes scoffed. “You’ll be lucky if you even get to see my ring.”
Chris forced her down on her side, and held her there while he got first his knees and then his feet under him. Then he stood, picking Lourdes up with him, holding her by the back of her tank top and her pants.
Lourdes squealed with pleasure and frustration as Chris staggered back to the bed and dropped her stomach down in his lap. She tried to come up fighting but Chris forced her down again. Then he pulled the concealing tank top up and over her head.
The feel of Lourdes naked breasts slapping against his pant leg excited Chris further, but not as much as the new tattoo he found on her back. It was a real work of art: a naked woman, tits and pussy clearly showing, stood framed by two large hunting cats who rubbed themselves against her legs.
Even more exciting was the curling design emerging up Lourdes’ back from the crack of her ass.
Chris very much wanted to see the rest of it.
Reaching under his captive he forced open the snap on her pants. Then he grasped the waist above her rear end and pulled pants and panties down to her calves.
Lourdes shrieked with excitement and Chris began to fondle her nearly perfect ass cheeks. They were round but firm and lightly tanned. The little hole of her anus was delicate and small. Stretching upward was a tattoo of swirling design. The possibilities were momentarily overwhelming, and Chris didn’t know where to begin.
Fortunately, Lourdes decided to help him. She wiggled her ass beneath his hand. “Now’s your chance, Blondie, show me you’re a man!”
Chris smacked her hard on the rear end, briefly leaving his hand print on her cheeks.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Lourdes shouted.
Chris slapped again, harder, trying to make it sting.
Lourdes sneered at his efforts. “I thought you were going to punish me!”
Chris struck her with all the force at his command. Her cheeks flattened beneath his palm turning white for a moment and then flushing red.
“Oh yes,” Lourdes gasped. “Spank me, Blondie. Be a man!”
Chris’ erection surged beneath her, pushing into Lourdes’ stomach through his pants.
He hit her again.
“Harder!” she shouted. “Harder!”
This time he hit hard enough to bruise, but he was drunk enough that he didn’t really care and neither did Lourdes. She loved it, grinding herself on his leg and begging him for more.
Chris reached between Lourdes’ legs and stuck his middle finger into her pussy. She was so wet her juices ran down his finger to the rest of his hand.
“You like this, do you?” he asked. With a sudden movement, he shoved Lourdes off his lap and onto the floor, then stood and removed his belt.
“Oooh, yes,” Lourdes moaned. “You know I’m bad, Blondie.” She rolled on to all fours with her ass pointed up toward Chris, then reached between her legs and began to finger herself.
Chris folded the belt in two and cracked it against his open palm. Lourdes trembled with anticipation. She looked incredibly sexy as she knelt there with her bare ass in the air, her tits dangling in front of her, and her pants and panties tangled around her combat boots.
He cracked the belt across her ass just to see what she would do.
Lourdes squealed with pain but was quickly wiggling her butt at him and begging Chris to spank her again. Her finger wiggled furiously on her clitoris. “That’s the way, Blondie,” she encouraged him. “Hit me! Spank me!”
Chris hit her again. He was so hard it was painful and he needed to free his dick. But better yet, he wanted Lourdes to free it for him.
“Turn around!” he ordered.
Lourdes turned reluctantly, clearly wanting the spanking to continue.
“Now suck my cock!” Chris told her. Lourdes was about to object when she actually looked at the size of the bulge straining within Chris’ pants. His full erection actually poked up higher than his trousers. It was still under his t-shirt so it was partially concealed, but Chris was willing to bet that this was the largest cock Lourdes had ever had a chance to see in the flesh.
Her hand came up and felt him as her eyes widened in anticipation. She pulled the shirt out of his pants to look at the swollen purpling head. In a very real way, Chris stopped existing as Lourdes pulled open his trousers and pushed them down his legs. The briefs followed immediately and Lourdes with her size fetish was confronted by Chris’ full erection.
He could feel her hot breath on his rod as she slowly looked up into his eyes. “Anytime, Blondie, day or night, you want to fuck, you want a blow job, you just need to get off. You call me anytime!”
She cradled Chris’ dick in her hands, hugging it against her cheek, sliding her soft flesh up and down his shaft.
“And what about Maria?” Chris asked. It was only a half serious question, but she was lying right behind them with her dress up around her waist and it was natural for him to want to know exactly what Lourdes was offering.
“You can fuck her too,” Lourdes assured him. “Hell, I’ll fuck her for you if that’s what you want! I just want to own this cock!”
Her bare nipples brushed Chris’ thighs as she cradled his dick, and then trailed up his body. Now her breasts rose up as she straightened to her full kneeling height and stretched her mouth over the head of Chris’ erection.
Lourdes mouth was warm and tight, and unlike Merci, clearly experienced with very large men. She went down on him fast—completely swallowing his fat swollen head, bobbing up and down before spitting it back out again.
Perhaps it was all of the whiskey, but Chris couldn’t remember a time that he’d been this excited. Most women started out intimidated by his cock—it was why he had worked so hard to develop his skill at oral sex. In Chris’ experience, three or four orgasms really lowered most women’s inhibitions. But from the first moment she saw it, Lourdes was ravenous for his dick. He wondered how far she was willing to go with him.
“What about Merci?” he gasped. He didn’t think he’d used her name before but Lourdes had no difficulty figuring out who he was talking about.
She chewed excruciatingly on the tip of his penis while her small hand tightened on the shaft just below the head. Saliva drooled past her lips on to his smoking flesh. Her left hand tickled his balls before suddenly clamping tight upon them.
Chris struggled to contain his orgasm. The volcanic pressure built within him and he tried by force of will to keep it contained.
Lourdes’ knowing eyes stared up at him. Her lips still touched the end of his cock when she spoke. Even mumbled, her accent made her as exotic as the piercings and the tattoos. “I really don’t think you’ll want her,” she said, “but keep her if you want. Promise me this big dick and I’ll get you all the women you can handle.”
Lourdes’s tongue played ice cream cone with Chris’ penis. His body trembled. His hands clenched. “White chicks, Latinas, black, Asian, Arab—I’ll get you more women than even you can handle!”
She kicked hard at her feet and succeeded in removing one of the combat boots, freeing herself of her pants and panties. “And when you’re through playing with them, I’ll make you sooo hard again. You can have my tits.” She cupped her breasts around his shaft and slid them up and down. “You can have my pussy.” She slid up his body until he could feel her curly bush and her slick wet lips on the length of his cock. “And you can always—always—have my mouth. Just like this...”
Lourdes took a deep breath, bent over from the waist, opened her mouth wide and completely engulfed Chris’ penis. Earlier she had bobbed up and down on the head of his cock, but this time, she just kept going, deep-throating Chris in one incredible motion.
Chris was stunned—as excited by the visuals as he was by the feeling. In his whole life, no woman had ever come close to taking all of him, but here was Lourdes’ lips brushing up against his groin. He didn’t see how it was possible.
Lourdes stroked the underside of Chris’ scrotum with her fingernail and boiling hot semen erupted from his cock. Instead of pulling off, she locked her lips harder on his shaft and grabbed his balls for balance. Chris’ dick shook and his knees trembled. He dropped the belt and grabbed hold of Lourdes’s head, desperate to keep her from moving, but she never even tried to back off. Instead, she actually began to suck on him, contracting the muscles in her throat to encourage his cock to find more cum.
They held each other locked in place until the spasms in Chris’ cock began to subside. Then Lourdes pulled most of the way off the dick so that she could begin to bob on the head again. The remnants of his ejaculation finally escaped her mouth, coating his shaft and her hand as she resumed pumping him.
Chapter Thirty Six
Merci
Liv wrapped her arms around Merci’s thighs and lifted herself up so that her lips and tongue could attack the black woman’s pussy.
Merci closed her eyes and purred with pleasure. For the moment, all questions about whether it was right or wrong to make love to Liv fled her mind. Her thighs began to tremble with the effort of supporting herself in this position, so Merci leaned forward over the couch and quivered as the leather fabric brushed her swollen nipples.
Liv hauled herself higher to give her tongue better access to Merci’s clit. The action brought her bare breasts and nipples into contact with Merci’s thighs, causing yet another shudder to work its way up her body.
“Oh, Liv,” Merci gasped.
Liv stopped kissing Merci’s cunt and wiggled out from beneath her. As she sat up, she ripped her shirt and sports bra the rest of the way off her body, and then shoved her pants off her legs and onto the floor. Then she rose to her knees and pressed her pussy against Merci’s ass and her bare breasts against her lover’s back. Her hand slipped beneath Merci’s stomach and slid down to rub her clit.
Merci shook in response, encouraging Liv to rub harder. She rocked her body against Merci’s, simulating fucking the other woman by grinding her pussy against Merci’s ass.
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“It’s not working,” Merci gasped.
Liv turned Merci over, pulling her down on to the floor. With two fingers, she penetrated Merci’s lips and thrust deep into her vagina. Then she clenched her hand as if she were trying to make a fist. The meat of her palm ground against Merci’s clit while her two fingers stroked the fabulous g-spot. Her lips locked upon one of Merci’s fat swollen nipples and began to nurse.
“Oh yes,” Merci whispered. Liv’s lips on her pussy had felt wonderful, but this new pressure was absolutely divine.
“Oh yes, Liv!” Merci grabbed Liv’s hand clenching her groin and encouraged her to squeeze her flesh even more tightly.
Liv rotated the heel of her hand even as the fingers inside of Merci squeezed harder. Merci couldn’t stand it. She had to come or stop. But she couldn’t come yet and Liv wasn’t stopping.
“Oh Chris,” she gasped. “I need your cock!”
“No!” Liv lunged forward, letting go of Merci’s pussy but not forgetting it. Her hands mauled Merci’s breasts and her knee dug into her pussy. Her mouth locked on to Merci’s luscious upper lips and forced them open to accept her tongue.
The fire and spirit in Liv’s attack surprised Merci. Liv reared up over her, pushing herself up by the hands clenching Merci’s breasts. Her own nipples looked flushed and swollen. The rage radiating out of the redhead’s body added a whole new level of excitement to her actions.
“You don’t need him!” Liv shouted.
Still clenching Merci’s breasts she slid back down her dark body and sucked Merci’s whole clitoris into her mouth.
Merci came with utter abandon, locking both her arms and legs around Liv’s head. The more powerfully she came, the tighter she squeezed Liv, and the tighter she squeezed, the harder the redhead sucked on her clitoris.
Merci laughed and cried simultaneously, hugging her friend until her climaxes subsided. “Oh, God, Liv, at the end there, I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it. I don’t know why. I’ve come without a cock before. But I really thought I needed Chris to help me climax.”
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