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He was only too happy to oblige. In one driving motion his rigid cock split the Queen’s dark lips apart and thrust deep within her.

The Jungle Queen howled with pleasure.

“Where is that fucking boyfriend of yours?” Liv groaned.

Her hips lifted in frustration off the couch and her hand gripped Merci’s more tightly than ever. Her fingers worked furiously on herself, with no pretense that she was doing anything other than masturbating, but Liv didn’t seem capable of granting herself satisfaction.

“Oh fuck, Merci, I’m sorry, but I have to come!”

She let go of Merci’s hand and pushed her pants down around her thighs. Both hands met at her pussy, attacking her clit from either side.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “I need a man!”

Merci’s fingers were only slightly more discreetly. Her left hand was deep within her sweats, rubbing her nub as furiously as Liv seemed to be.  On the screen in front of them, the blonde continued to suck at the Jungle Queen’s clit while the hunter rode her from behind with everything he had. The Queen abandoned the blonde’s pussy and arched her neck, howling in ecstasy. Her huge black nipples bounced and jiggled with her excitement. This scene had captivated Merci’s attention any number of times, but now she found herself looking away to watch Liv’s continuing efforts to bring herself to orgasm.

Deep inside, a little voice told Merci she shouldn’t be doing any of this, but she ignored this bit of common sense. Watching Liv masturbate was just too damn exciting! Liv’s fingers slipping in and out of her thatch of red hair really turned Merci on, and the sight of those pink lips, swollen and pouting as Liv rubbed them, completely captivated Merci’s attention.

“Damn it, Merci! You promised me a man! All week I’ve been dreaming about Chris’ big dick between my legs and he’s blown me off again!”

Liv grabbed her own nipple and squeezed, while still rubbing furiously between her legs. Not satisfied with the feeling, she yanked her shirt and sports bra up her chest and attacked the little red nipple directly.

“Damn it! You owe me!” The frustrated pain in Liv’s voice sounded close to tears. “Get me a dildo, a candlestick, anything!”

Merci slid off the couch to her knees where she could look almost directly into Liv’s pussy. Her left hand was still stuffed into her panties, but the right had followed Liv’s lead and slipped under her sweatshirt to squeeze one ultra-sensitive nipple.

“You owe me!” Liv screamed again. She reached out, grabbed Merci by the hair and pulled her hard against her pussy.

Merci was only half-surprised. Her mouth opened and caught Liv’s clit immediately, sucking the hard little nub of feminine flesh into her mouth for the very first time.

Liv screeched louder in excitement, twisting her body to lock Merci in place between her thighs. “Twelve years I’ve wanted this!” she shuddered. Her left hand pulled Merci’s face even tighter against her pussy while her right stretched down Merci’s back to tug her sweatshirt up over her shoulders.

“Twelve years!” Liv screamed again.

Merci sucked even harder, sending both hands up Liv’s body to grab her naked breasts. Pinching those small hard nipples rocketed Liv over the edge. She bucked, she writhed, she screeched, she clawed, she fought, but mostly, she came, and came, and came.

Chapter Thirty Three

Chris

Maria had come so often on the ride home that her legs were too weak to support her when it came time to get out of the car. She tried to stand, fumbling with the door handle and pushing her feet into the parking lot, but her trembling legs couldn’t hold her and she slid down onto the pavement.

Orgasms mixed with alcohol had made Maria quite giddy, and the feel of her bare ass on the asphalt struck her as the height of hilarity. She lay against the side of the car laughing uncontrollably, unable to even try and get up again.

Chris and Lourdes got out to help her. With a mighty effort, Maria succeeded in suppressing her mirth. She lifted the front of her skirt so they both could see her glistening pussy. “I think I want some more.”

Chris crouched down and scooped Maria into the air. She immediately encircled his neck with her arms and thrust her tongue into his mouth.

Lourdes put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “I think you should wait for that until we’re inside,” she advised him.

Chris broke off the kiss, making Maria pout. As he carried her after Lourdes, she continued to nuzzle her face into his neck, nibbling at his flesh.

Lourdes led Chris to a first floor apartment with a door to the outside. The set up was similar to a row of townhouses. Lourdes opened the outer door into a stairwell and then used a separate key to open her apartment door.

Chris carried Maria in behind her, and then waited while Lourdes turned on some lights.

"Maria’s bedroom is over here,” Lourdes told him.

Chris followed her through yet another door. Maria had stopped nibbling at him. Her deep breathing made him wonder if she had passed out. Gently, he set her down on the bed.

“She’s very beautiful, no?” Lourdes asked.

“Yes,” Chris agreed. He moved a strand of hair away from the sleeping woman’s face.

“You can still fuck her if you want to,” Lourdes said. “It might wake her up.” She turned to leave the bedroom.

Chris caught her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my room.” Lourdes made a half-serious effort to pull her arm free, but Chris didn’t let her go. Instead he pulled the woman back to him and took her in his arms.

“I think you owe me something,” he reminded her.

Lourdes tried again to pull away. “You’re smeared with her juices.”

Chris lowered his lips to Lourdes’ and bruised open her mouth. At first, she did not respond, letting Chris taste her cigarettes and her Corona, but not actively encouraging him. Then she started to kiss Chris back, thrusting rapidly in and out with her tongue while her hands began to roam his chest.

When Chris relaxed, Lourdes bit him—digging her teeth deep enough into his lower lip to draw blood.

Chris shoved her away cursing, and then toppled over backward to land on top of Maria on the bed.

Lourdes laughed, a smear of Chris’ blood staining her upper lip. “I warned you before. I only like big cocks and it’s Maria who likes bondage and spankings.”

“Spankings?” Chris asked, remembering the earlier conversation. “You’re the bad girl. You’re the one who needs a spanking.”

Lourdes was clearly enjoying herself. “Only a real man can spank me—and Blondie, you’re too worried about your girlfriend standing you up to be that much of a man.”

Chris stood up. “So let me get this straight. If I’ve got a really big dick, I can fuck you, and if I’m a real man I can spank you.”

“If, if, if...” Lourdes laughed.

Chris lunged for her.

Chapter Thirty Four

Merci

Liv’s shudders slowly subsided, but she still held Merci’s face clamped between her thighs.

“Oh my God, Merci,” Liv moaned, struggling to breathe normally again.

Merci applied some muscle to her confinement and wrenched her face out of Liv’s scarlet muff. “Oh, God,” she agreed. She couldn’t truly believe what she had just done. And what was that Liv had said? “What did you mean by twelve years?”

Liv opened her eyes to look at her friend. She seemed completely unselfconscious that her pants and panties were around her knees and her shirt and bra were up over her tits. She reached out and stroked Merci’s cheek. “You are so beautiful.”

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.”