It takes two to wrestle

Marissa has a lot of energy. "No kidding", I hear you say. Well, normally she goes to the gym just about every night to burn off some of that energy.
She's in great shape...
Her ass...

What was I saying?

Oh yeah. One night she had drinks after work - some function or something - and it got too late to get to the gym, so she came home instead. Marissa... too much energy...
Too much alcohol....
Oh boy.

She got changed out of her business clothes (I could look at her in her business suit all day and all night, but it does get uncomfortable, I suppose. LOL... says he lounging around in jeans and an old T shirt). She came out to the sofa where I was watching an old Hitchcock movie and stood directly in front of the TV. She was wearing just a brief white slip, which needless to say distracted me somewhat as I looked up at her, but after a moment I tried to look around her to see the TV again. The movie was just getting interesting...

"I'm bored", she said to me.

"OK.", I replied. "Can you just move..."

Marissa picked up the TV remote from the table and changed the channel.
"What...? Put it back!", I told her, but she laughed and held the remote behind her back. I reach out to grab her arm but she twisted away just out of my reach.

"C'mon Marissa... turn it back", I asked her, lowering my voice just a little.

"Well....", she said with an evil little giggle. "Do you want the remote back?".

"Give me the remote", I said, and held out my hand.

"Take your jeans off and I'll give you the remote."

After my flash of annoyance had passed, I looked at her standing in her slip, legs apart, remote held defiantly behind her back, and thought that this could get interesting. So I unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off.
"Remote...", I demanded, and held out my hand.

"And the T shirt..." said Marissa.

I glared at her, but pulled my T shirt up over my head, leaving me in only white cotton boxers. I stood up. All 6 foot 4 of me. And do you know what she said? She said "You want the remote? Come and get it".

I laughed at her brazen cheek... her gall... and took one step around the table. Marissa stepped the other way. I took a few more quicker steps, and she circled around the table. Damn, she was serious.

Waving the remote at me...

I grinned. And then I leapt across the table. Marissa shrieked and stumbled backwards onto the sofa, legs going in all directions, her slip riding up over her hips. Don't think I didn't notice. That little flash of pussy was making me feel... warm inside.

I lashed out with my hand and grabbed a flailing ankle. Marissa rolled over to lie on her stomach on the sofa, and pulled her leg downwards, trying to break my grip. Damn, she was strong, and she managed to slip her ankle out of my hand and started to pull her knees up under her, ready to spring off the sofa and make a getaway. I was half a step ahead of her though, and grabbed her from behind, squeezing my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my body as I leaned over the sofa.

Marissa kicked her legs and tried to pull herself away from me by pulling on the sofa's armrest with her hand, the remote dropping forgotten to the floor. But she wasn't going to get out of my bear hug that easily. I yanked her towards me, slipping her off the edge of the sofa and lowered her knees gently to the floor, so that I ended up kneeling behind her. I leaned onto her and pinned her against the sofa, with my hips pressing behind her and my arms still folded around her waist. Marissa twisted and turned to try to wriggle out of my grip, but as long as I had my arms around her waist, she wasn't going anywhere. And I was just going to hold her here for a while, because feeling her wiggling ass pressing against my groin while she was trying to escape was making me grow hard and excited.

"Now I've got you... and you're going to pay...", I puffed, as I loosened my grip around her waist and pulled her slip up over her ass with my free hand. Marissa tried to push her chest up off the sofa by straightening her arms. I didn't want her to get any kind of leverage, so I leaned down hard on her butt, grinding my cock (which was quite long in my boxers by now) against her, and pulled her arms back alongside her body.
"Oh no you don't", I grunted.
She tried to resist, with a gasp of exertion that was muffled by the sofa cushions, but she was in no position to fight back too hard. I pushed her hands under her hips, wedging them between her body and the sofa.

I leaned my chest down on Marissa's back and pressed my mouth to her ear. I straddled her legs with mine, with my knees on either side of hers on the floor.

"Naughty girl... annoying a man like that. You deserve to be... punished!", I said and squeezed my cock hard against her ass. Marissa moaned into the cushions and tried to struggle beneath me, but with me thighs around hers and my weight on her, she was well and truly pinned. Feeling her struggling made my cock grow longer and poke out of the top of my shorts.

I reached one of my hands down between her ass and my stomach. There wasn't much room for my hand, because I wasn't letting up any of my pressure on Marissa, but I managed to push my boxers down enough to free my erection. When I laid the hot length of my shaft against her ass, Marissa pushed her hips back at me, trying to push me off, but succeeding only in making my cock start to weep clear drops of pre-cum onto her ass. Her shoulders were straining as she tried to free her hands from under her hips, and the small of her back was getting shiny with sweat from her exertions and from the heat of my body lying on top of hers.

"Ahhhhh....", I moaned as I held Marissa's struggling body captive. I was starting to slide my erect cock up and down between her sweaty ass cheeks, feeling her pussy getting humid and damp against my shaft. I wasn't sure if she was still struggling to escape, or wilfully bucking her hips back against me now. If I let go of her now, I don't think she'd be running away.

I carefully placed one of my knees between her legs. Then the other. Now I could push her legs open by sliding my knees apart on the floor. She resisted... hard. But not hard enough... because now I had her legs spread apart with my knees. And her pussy was right there, open in front of me... caught and vulnerable... for me to take...

I pressed my lips against the side of Marissa's neck, holding her head down against the sofa cushion with the pressure of my mouth, and let my hot, panting breath wash over her as I reached back with my hand to guide my cock to her pussy entrance. My crown popped inside her, and with little pulsing strokes I eased my thick cock between her legs, groaning long into her ear. Marissa squealed and gasped "fuck!" as she felt my cock forcing its way into her wet but tight pussy, which soon opened further to take my full thickness.

She pushed against the sofa with her knees and lifted her hips an inch or two away from the edge of the sofa, but I bore down on her, pushing her back against the sofa and driving my cock all the way in to my hilt. Oh fuck, I was groaning like an animal... I slid one hand under Marissa's head and held her throat gently in my palm as I started to pump my hips against her ass. Fuck, she was fully wet and receptive now, taking all of my thrusting cock deep inside her, pushing her pelvis back against me and spreading her legs wider apart...

I didn't release her from the pressure of my weight... I held her down, pinned, immobilized... and I fucked her. I fucked her until the only sound coming out of her throat was "ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh" over and over. And when my helmet started to swell inside her, and my balls tightened, when I could feel her orgasm rippling through her walls, drenching me, I let my cum gush into her in waves as I panted her name. I felt her howling "Mmm--nnh--hhhh--mm-ohhhh" vibrating against my hand on her throat. With a final grunted shuddering "fuuuuuck", I was drained.

I lifted my weight from Marissa's sweating back. She pulled her hands out from under her pumelled hips and raised herself up on her elbows. Her black hair spilled down her back, her muscles in her curved back flexing, while she rocked slowly back and forth against my cock. I never saw anything as beautiful... and she was humming a contented "mmmmmmmm".

Who really won here? I wondered to myself.

I eased my flagging cock out of Marissa's pussy and watched her slide down to squat on her ankles. She finally looked worn out. I pushed the table back away from the sofa and lifted her gently to her feet with my hands under her armpits. She had trouble standing... a bit wobbly. I stood at her side and slipped one arm around her waist and bent down to slide my other arm behind her knees, and bracing myself, I lifted her up, hanging in my arms. She instictively draped her arms around my neck as I carried her towards the bedroom, where I laid her gently down on the bed, still unmade from this morning. She smiled up at me as I lay alongside her, leaning over her... was she purring?

I pulled the covers up over us, and I kissed her. A long, slow and gentle kiss, letting my love embrace her through the tender touch of my lips on hers. Marissa leaned her head back, letting her lips fall apart, feeling my gentle kisses and nibbles. I breathed her air and she breathed mine, until she curled up against me and fell asleep in my arms, while I kissed her black curls, and slept with her.

Answering the Call

It's too hot... for nearly anything.

I've hunted... killed... eaten...

Another animal's red blood runs in my veins with mine now.

But something nags at me... pulls at me...

My ears prick up and twitch. I hear a call... a call of need. I sniff the air and I can smell something wet. I rise slowly, powerfully, to my feet and pad off over the stony ground to the waterhole.

I stop when I see her drinking.

Her throat ripples with each swallow of water. Her teats hang below her, and her rump looks full... ripe. She smells swollen and wet. My fur bristles and prickles, and I let my organ hanging between my legs grow long and hard. This is my female... and she is ready to take my copious seed.

I roar and take few steps forward...

She freezes. She knows better than to move. Her call, her plea, her demand, has been answered, and now she must...
Submit.
She arches her back lower, offering her rump, leaving me in no doubt...

I prowl closer, at maximum hardness, balls hanging low, full of semen and smell the dripping lust of my bitch in heat.

Moving my big paws over her, I slide my chest over her back, gripping her, forcing her legs wider and penetrate her, sliding my long shaft into her receptive opening, filling her. I growl in the back of my throat as I work my flanks over her rump, pumping my hips against her, my lean stomach heaving against her.

She opens for me.

I nip the back of her neck, holding her still as my balls draw up and my shaft swells, my thrusting rising in urgency until I roar and release my seed into the shuddering female pinned below me.

Mating...

Claiming...

Growling.

I push myself off of her, my length sliding wetly out of her. I take one look at her, drenched and filled, and disappear into the heat with another roar, which she answers with her own.

Urges satisfied... until the next call.

Patience is a virtue

Four days. I ticked them off in my head.

Marissa was out of town for four days. It sounded like a lot longer when she told me what day she was leaving and when she was coming back. I told myself it's only four days.

Four days without talking to her, touching her, hearing her laugh, twisting her hair in my fingers...

...without making her go crazy
...without her driving me wild.

I sat on the end of my bed, holding a photo of her in my hands. I smiled at her. So many memories... wicked, sensual, happy memories. When did I meet her... 5 weeks ago? That felt like a long time, and it also felt like no time at all. I'd lost track already of how many times we'd devoured each other, raped each other, given ourselves to each other, made each other cry tears of joy and howl in ecstasy together...

I flopped back on the bed and held her photo above my head, looking up at it. I thought of the time I tucked a flower behind her ear when she was wearing a long white dress at the beach...

I'd met her more than 5 weeks ago, I suppose. I smiled again at the memories of how we had flirted. We met through a mutual interest, bumped into each other a few times, spoke a bit. She was interesting right from the first time I saw her. There was something about her... something exotic... and I could sense a... power, I guess it was. A confidence. I was intrigued.

I ran my finger along the edge of the photograph.

She'd laughed at my brazen cheek, I remembered. I liked that she wasn't too scared to laugh. A lot of people were scared of me, perhaps. OK, some people... maybe, I don't know. I played it cool... just made some leading comments, a bit of a smile, a bit of a tease, not really knowing, or even caring, at that stage where things would go. Little did I know what I had found... although, with the benefit of hindsight, I can say that I had hoped.

I let my arm drop to my side, holding her photo, and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. How did we go from flirting and laughing to consuming each other's every waking thought? How did we get to be in this place together where the answer was always "Yes"?

That's right... I left. I left our mutual interest behind. Just packed up and left, turned the page and started a new chapter. That was that. And then there was one small voice in the dark. "Where did you go?", she asked. Where did you go? When I think back, those four words were... the beginning. This woman - a stranger - cared where I had gone, when no one else did. I told her where I was hanging out these days. I think she must have been surprised at my... diversity... compared to where we met. Like Alice going down the rabbit hole. We spoke more and more, getting to know each other, and I suppose we circled and danced around a playful, teasing sexual tension, and at some point we crossed into that beautiful realisation that we wanted each other, so badly. In a way that maybe no one else but us would ever understand.

And now... was there a day when we didn't make love? I tried to remember. Now, I'm not sure if there was. I smiled up at the ceiling, remembering the time I had gone across town to her office and had more or less ordered her to cum with me then and there. 'Cos damn, I was crazy, and I needed her. Fuck. And she came to be with me in my office, the very next day, I think it was. Now, she glows. She radiates - everyone can see it. Everyone can see it, but I feel her burning in my heart like an orange star, her soul cupped in my protective hands.


Four days...

I'm going to try to sleep.

The voyeur

You know... Marissa likes to watch me masturbate. She likes to watch me knowing that I'm thinking of her. Me imagining my cock in her mouth, or her bending over in front of me... Sometimes she'll just stand in the bathroom, leaning back against the vanity, and watch me pump my cock into my fist in the shower, water streaming down over my body, watching my stomach heave and my thighs flex until I spurt cum onto the wet tiles. And I can see her watching me, which makes me cum even harder. Just watching... something so private... is utterly sensual and arousing. Watching and being watched.

And now, this evening, I said to Marissa, I told her... that I want to see her make herself cum. Close. Near. I wanted to smell her cumming.

And she said Yes.

Because she knows.

She said: she will get undressed... completely bare.

She said: I have to leave my clothes on, because I am just... a voyeur.

And she laid down on the bed, propping pillows under her head, letting her thighs fall open. Her hands slid down her belly, down to her crotch and along her thighs. She was... achingly beautiful. Patting the inside of her thigh with one hand, she told me to lie down... close. So I laid alongside her, facing the foot of the bed, and rested my cheek on her thigh. My eyes travelled across a short distance of thigh, to her neatly trimmed curls and fleshy lips. To the French manicured fingers pressing against those lips, sliding them around... slowly... lovingly...

I watched, mesmerised, as Marissa's lips parted under the touch of her fingers, popping open, no longer held closed by a sticky friction, but wet and loose and... open. Eager to accommodate one or two of her fingers dipping into her wet opening. I watched as Marissa circled her fingers around inside her pussy, watching her labia stretching open around her knuckles. I turned my head slightly and kissed her thigh with the edge of my lips.

I could hear her breathing harder. In the back of her throat...

She was slipping her pair of wet fingers back and forth through the groove of her pussy, massaging her clit round and round and dipping into her opening before sliding up again. Her pussy was a slippery wet mess. "Oh my God..." I sighed, and Marissa groaned... a low, rasping groan. My cock was hard... painfully hard... but I had to keep it in its place.

Marissa tilted her pelvis, lifting her pussy, and plunged two fingers inside herself, starting to buck her hips against her hand, fucking herself with her fingers, arching her back. My head lolled around on her thigh as she rocked up and down, my ear hot against her skin. I could see that her pussy was so swollen... I saw every little fold of skin moving around her fingers... the moist glisten of her lips... the small bumps where her hairs were... and I saw her fingers... inside her... inside her...

I stretched my neck across and I licked the tops of her fingers before they disappeared inside her.

I smelled her sex. I tasted her sex.

Marissa gasped at the feel of my tongue and what she did next took me by surprise.

She pulled her coated fingers out of her rocking pussy and brushed them against my cheek. She forced them between my lips... into my mouth. She wiped her fingers against my tongue.

And I sucked them clean before she slid them out again, and swallowed the creamy stickiness on my tongue.

"Feed me", I muttered in a gravely voice.

Marissa made... some kind of noise that I can't describe... and plunged her fingers into her cunt again, bending them inside herself and drawing them out, covered in white cream that stuck between her fingers. I opened my mouth... and she fed me her fingers, offering me her juices. I sucked her fingers clean, wrapping my tongue around her fingers in my mouth, tasting her, drinking her. She tasted like heaven. She looked like heaven.

She pushed three fingers between her pussy lips and slipped them inside her, stretching herself open and covering her fingers in her sweet juices. And she took those fingers and she wiped them over my face. What she was doing to her pussy...was for me and despite me. And that smear of her juices on my face said "I love you and I will use you" and I swear I felt like I was going to cum in my jeans.

Her belly rose and fell like waves at the seashore... and she pushed my head off the side of her thigh with her wet hand and lifted her leg to drape it across my head, pinning my face to the bed between her legs. All I could see was her... her pussy crowned by black curls, her ass. I saw Marissa's white fingernails appear over the top of her pubic mound and start to riffle rapidly back and forth across her clit, whipping her pussy into a heaving frenzy. My God, she was going to cum within an inch of my face. I stuck my tongue out to lick her, but couldn't quite reach her so gave up. Her frantic growls and her writhing hips told me she was close... so close... with a scream and an arched back she went... over the edge. Oh no... look at that... she's pulling herself wide open in front of me with her fingers... oh fuck, look at her pussy opening and closing as contractions ripple through her... I've never seen anything more beautiful than my baby losing control and cumming right next to my face. Oh Marissa... you beautiful creature...

Her hands are gone... breathless myself, I listen to her gasping breaths, watching her pussy as her pelvis rolls back and forth on the bed. Oh!!! She's opening my fly.... oh fuck yes. Fuck baby yes... oh Jesus she has my cock in her hand... oh fuck... my ass is flexing and all of my muscles are tightening... Ohhh groannnnnn fuck me she's sucking my cock into her mouth and moaning on it. Fuck Marissa my hips are rocking my cock into your mouth I just saw your pussy cumming and oh God I'm already cumming on your face... ahhh god a spurt... fuck... and another... ah God she's wiping my cock over her face with her hand, spreading my cum across her chin, her lips, rubbing me against her neck... ahhhhh one more dribble of cum... oh FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK God Marissa! Ahhhh she's got my crown sucked into her mouth and she's wiping my cum across her face with her fingers, and onto the sides of my shaft sticking into her mouth. I'm caressing her sensitive pussy with my warm hand... gently... while she rolls my sticky cock around her face. She'll be grinning like a pussy cat, I know it...

Her pussy juices on my face, my cum on hers... oh God she is me and I am her. A shiver runs down my spine. She's crazy and I love her.

Drained

When Rose was sucking my cock in her sinfully wet mouth... I thought I could hang on and will myself not to cum...

When Rose first eased her pussy down onto my cock, wetting me with her pussy's lubrication... I thought I could just drift away a little in my mind, and just be a nice meaty pole for her to fill her pussy with - even when she screamed - without cumming like a fountain inside her...

But when Rose started moaning as Marissa pulled on her nipples from behind her... as she ground her hips down onto me and squeezed my cock with every tight inch of her pussy... I tried to lift my arms up to grab Rose's ample breasts but I made the table behind me jump, and I didn't want to knock whatever was out of sight behind my head off the table, so I relaxed my arms again. I don't think I can stop myself from cumming any more... fuck Rose... I'm about to cum...

Marissa knows it... she knows the look on my face all too well... the tightly pressed lips, almost in a snarl, the flared nostrils... and Marissa also knows that right now the crown of my cock is swelling larger, deep inside Rose's hips, my swollen ridge dragging up and down against Rose's slick pussy walls... ah Rose, you groan if you want to... moan and howl... because.... ah fuck, here I cum, I'm yelling out "JEEEzus!!" as a load of cum belches from my cock and bursts into Rose's cunt. Marissa yells out "Aaahhhh YES, YES!!" and grabs hold of Rose's heaving breasts and massages them roughly in her hands.
Rose squeals as she feels my hot seed squirting into her. Flexing my arms, I drag the table closer to the sofa by the rope around my wrists, and buck my hips up under Rose, lifting both of the girls up and down. "Aahhhh-nnnhhh" I grunt, with my head arched back, as I squeeze another burst of cum into Rose's pussy, making her gasp and grunt, her mouth hanging open, her face hot and her pussy walls spasming around my juicy shaft.

Rose is sliding her ass back and forth on my hips, dragging her pussy back and forth on my cock as she lets a great orgasm rumble through her body, while Marissa plunges her hand down between our legs and gives my sweaty balls a gentle squeeze. "My Rose..." she moans like honey. "Taking all of my man's cum...". I knew it turned Marissa on no end to see another girl cum hard on my cock. It was like Marissa was saying: "See what's mine? See what I've got?". And she loved to watch my face strain and gasp as I came... without so many distractions going on in her own body at the time.

"Aaahhhh....fuck me..." moaned Rose, and took one of Marissa's hands from her breast and sucked on her fingers.
"Mmmm.. dear..." murmured Marissa, running her free hand up and down Rose's back, while I rocked my hips up and down under Rose, pulsing my cock slowly in and out of her creamy pussy.

"Rose... watch me cum..." said Marissa softly, her eyes flashing at Rose. "Oh....", sighed Rose as she continued slowly rotating her hips around on my cock. Marissa climbed off my legs and stood by the sofa, running her finger up and down the wet slit of her pussy, looking down at me.

"Look at poor Simon... helpless... I could sit on his face and he couldn't even stop me. I could cum right on his face..." Marissa rested her hand on Rose's shoulder. I made a mock attempt at a struggle, flexing my muscles, while Rose rested her hot palm on my stomach, feeling my muscles rippling beneath her.
"Do you know, Rose", continued Marissa in a low voice, like black silk. "That when I cover his nose and mouth with my pussy so he can't breath, it makes him suck harder?". I pulled at the table again with a jerk of my arms.
"Oh Marissa", sighed Rose. "Let me see you cum on his face...", and turned her head to kiss Marissa's arm at her shoulder.

Marissa swung her leg over my chest, turning to face Rose, still impaled on my cock, and squatted over my face. She draped her arms lightly around Rose's neck and waggled her hips over my face, spiralling lower and lower. I looked up at Marissa's dark pussy above my face, her little asshole, the curves of her ass cheeks... and I licked my lips. She smelled beautiful... like sex. I could feel my cock growing harder inside Rose's pussy again, and she gave me a little internal squeeze, and got a flex of my crown in reply. A froth of white cream was building up around the base of my shaft...

Marissa's pussy lowered down further and brushed against my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked along the length of Marissa's lips, opening them wetly with the point of my tongue. Marissa gasped loudly, staring into Rose's eyes, and tightened her grip around Rose's neck. Marissa bore her weight down onto my mouth, and dragged her now soaked pussy over my lips, feeling the point of my tongue dip inside her. She groaned a strange noise in the back of her throat, and started to circle her pussy around on my face, drenching my lips and chin with her juices. I lapped at whatever part of her pussy slid past my mouth with my tongue. Marissa growled quietly, and pulled Rose's mouth towards hers. She opened her mouth against Rose's, inviting Rose to push her tongue into Marissa's mouth and slide it against her own tongue. Marissa ground her tasty pussy down onto my mouth, opening herself against my top lip while my tongue flickered around her clitoris. My nose was pressed up just under Marissa's asshole. I needed this woman's pussy.... I needed it all in my mouth...

Rose rested her hands on Marissa's thighs and started to lift herself up and down on my cock, as she swirled her tongue around Marissa's mouth. I jerked my arms against the rope again, making it dig into my wrists, but I couldn't free my hands to hold Marissa down onto my face. Marissa started to moan into Rose's mouth and bucked her hips furiously against my mouth, feeling my lips, my nose, my tongue, sucking and slobbering on her pussy, sucking her lips and clit into my dripping mouth. Rose was sliding up and down my shaft, letting herself drop right down against the hilt of my cock before rising again. I thrashed underneath the girls, bucking my face and hips up against their pussies.... and then... Marissa started to cum...

She ran her fingers into Rose's hair and held her in a deep, exploring kiss, moaning as she lost control on my face, letting her wetness flow copiously onto my grateful mouth. Marissa's orgasm set Rose off again, and she clenched my cock hard in her pussy as contractions rippled through her. I shouted, muffled, against Marissa's saturated pussy and banged the table against the end of the sofa with my tied arms. The girls were sucking each others tongues, and cumming... cumming... cumming...
I came too... a dry, empty orgasm that swelled my cock inside Rose for the second time, my cock twitching and jerking inside her.

Rose and Marissa slipped off of me and knelt on the floor alongside the sofa. They knelt there, and looked at my body sprawled on the sofa. My cock was still long and lay across my stomach, little blobs of thin white cream dripping off it. My lips and chin glistened with the juices that Marissa's pussy had smeared onto me.

I closed my eyes... and groaned... a long, low groan that rumbled up from my chest. Marissa smiled, and lightly caressed Rose's back. They had fucked me real good... and by the wicked grins on their faces, didn't they know it. Marissa and Rose turned to face each other and kissed each other lightly, and turned back to look at my body on the sofa..

to..
..be..
..continued..

Marissa gets some special treatment

While the palm of Rose’s hand extended my cock to its full length inside my jeans, I popped the button at my waist open and tugged my zipper down, revealing my tuft of dark curls and the swollen top of my cock. I grabbed Rose’s wrist in my hand and shoved her hand down inside the front of my jeans, her palm facing towards me, and God... I loved the way her fingers immediately curled around me, squeezing me, testing my thickness... sometimes I loved just being a piece of meat. I hoped Rose wasn’t a vegetarian...

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and pushed them down around my hips. Rose pushed her hand a little further into my jeans and hauled my cock out, dragging it up past the denim. Marissa was nibbling at Rose’s neck as she fingered Rose’s pussy, and when she started moaning against Rose’s skin, I knew that Marissa could feel something happening inside Rose’s hot little rosebud. From the way that Rose’s eyes widened and how she muttered “Oh, fuck” as she looked at my cock in her hand, I guessed that her pussy was lubricating in anticipation...

Marissa slid her fingers out of Rose’s soaked pussy and held them up in front of Rose’s mouth. I could smell Rose’s musky scent on Marissa’s fingers, and... oh fuck yes Rose, keep stroking my cock like that. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Marissa’s sticky fingers, slipping my tongue between her two wet fingers, tasting Rose’s pussy on her. I pushed Marissa’s hand towards Rose’s mouth with my lips, and Rose flickered her tongue against Marissa’s fingers, tasting her own female juices, while I continued to lick the back of Marissa’s fingers. Marissa slipped her finger between Rose’s lips, letting Rose suck on it, while my tongue slipped and slid around, licking Marissa’s finger, Rose’s lips... pushing my tongue between Rose’s lips alongside Marissa’s finger... my saliva was flowing. Rose tasted so fucking good... she had forgotten to stroke my cock but was still hanging onto it, and as I rocked my hips slowly, my cock tugged back and forth in her grip.

Marissa pulled her hand out from between our mouths, and dropped to her knees in front of me, squeezing between me and Rose. I continued to circle my tongue around Rose’s in her mouth, exploring her wet pink skin... I felt Marissa tug my jeans down to my ankles and pry Rose’s hand off my cock... and then.... oh God... my cock was taken into the Heaven that is Marissa’s mouth. I almost jumped with a start as I felt the walls of her cheeks moulding around my cock, her tongue caressing my sensitive underside, and moaned into Rose’s mouth. Rose rested one hand on Marissa’s hair, letting her now she was so close by while Marissa dined on my cock, and she started sucking my tongue between her lips. I tried to say something, but Rose pressed her lips against mine and squeezed my tongue between her lips, silencing my groans, while Marissa bobbed her head back and forth on my cock, coating my shaft with her saliva, which was starting to drip down her chin. Ahhhh Marissa, if you knew how insane you make me feel... but then I know you do. You are so good with your mouth... you know exactly how far you can take me without me coming to a messy conclusion. Unless.... that’s what you want, and then... oh boy.

I pulled away from Rose’s kiss and said, a little hoarsely, “Rose... can you do something for me?”. I held Marissa’s head in my hands, keeping my cock stuffed into her mouth.
“Check how wet she is. And I need to know how many fingers you can fit in her pussy, OK?”
“My pleasure, dear”, said Rose, and knelt behind Marissa.
I could feel Marissa gulp, and sputter a “Mmmm-mm-mm” against my cock, but I held her head still and kept my cock pushed into her mouth, not letting her move or talk. Marissa didn’t swallow, letting her saliva build up in her mouth until it pooled under my cockhead. She pushed my crown to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, working her wet tongue against the underside of my shaft. “Ah God Marissa... slow down!”, I said. I’m sure she didn’t want me to cum... yet.

Rose reached in front of Marissa and opened the buckle of her jeans, and yanked them roughly down around her hips, pushing them low around Marissa’s thighs. “Mmmmm... a roughie”, I thought, as I watched Rose pull Marissa’s white thong down as well.
“Mmmm... what a nice backside”, said Rose, and surprised both Marissa and me by slapping Marissa’s butt with her open hand. Hard. Marissa flinched and tried to pull away from my cock, but I held one hand on the top of her head and cupped her chin in the other, and pushed my cock a little bit deeper into her mouth. If she was going to struggle...this would be her reward.

“So how wet is the little slut?”, I asked Rose. I wondered if I was being too rough, or too mean... it was hard to keep all the dynamics in the right place. But I hoped the girls knew that everyone would get a turn. I knew Marissa would realise that the more roughly I handled her, the sweeter it would be when the tables turned. So I fed a little more cock into her mouth to bring the point home.

Rose slid her middle finger down the slit of Marissa’s pussy, and reported that she was wet. Very wet. “I think this bitch must be in heat, she’s that wet”. Rose looked at me and smiled. She caught on fast. I smiled back. I think Marissa deserved a little more cock in her throat. She nearly gagged, and the way her tongue tensed and flexed against my shaft was breathtaking. I knew I was playing with fire... but the best fuel for fire was more fire.

Rose pushed three fingers, sideways, between Marissa’s pussy lips, her fingertips bunching up inside Marissa’s hole. Rose gasped to herself as she felt Marissa’s pussy opening around her fingers to accommodate them. She knew what that felt like for Marissa, to be forced open like that, in a way that I never could. In some way she could feel it herself, like she was giving and receiving the pleasure at the same time. I stared to understand, I think, why some girls desire their own kind...

Rose curled her little finger into Marissa’s pussy as well, and pumped her fingers in and out of Marissa’s dripping opening. Rose muttered a low “aaahhhh” as she felt Marissa drenching her fingers, her juices starting to flow freely, triggered by having her pussy stretched open. I slowly slid my cock back from Marissa’s mouth, and then just as slowly pushed back into her, my crown sliding over the back of her tongue and nudging the back of her throat. Rose was massaging Marissa’s clit with her other hand while she circled her bunched fingers around inside her walls. Marissa’s hips starting rocking up and down... Rose and I looked at each other, connecting via Marissa’s building passion, and a crazy feeling started building in the room...

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