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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