Chapter 58

Much later that night, with Mandy shuddering in her sleep tight to my ribs, I lay still in the dark, staring up at the slow-spinning ceiling fan. But I too was trembling inside. What we’d done to Denise, and her husband, as a team. Seamless coordination. Slut and master. Lovers. I chuckled quietly and pressed my hand on Mandy’s back; she whimpered.

“Husband and wife,” I whispered.

The wooden walls weren’t that thick, and my chest tightened as I caught the quiet hitching moans from next door. Yeah, I’d wrecked Denise’s tight little pussy. And then some. As Mandy’s giggling echoed in my memory, the images of her twinkling blue eyes and the blonde’s pleading brown ones had me inhaling.

No sooner had Mandy led the naked woman into our dark cabana than she’d torn off her dress. In nothing but the black leather collar, she’d leaped to the bed. While scampering backwards, she tugged on the twisted sheer leash, dragging Denise behind her. Once settled on the pillows, she’d smiled at me as I undressed, and Simon drifted to a nearby chair. Once he’d also stripped, his slender reed wobbled in the dimness.

“Come here, bitch,” she muttered while spreading her legs wider. “Nice and slow this time.” She glanced at me. “And keep that pretty ass in the air. My handsome hubby’s gonna fuck you hard.”

At that, I couldn’t help but grin as I crawled onto the bed. Headfirst, she’d tumbled into that fantasy, as had I. Right as I slapped my palms onto the woman’s shaking rear, I winked at Mandy.

“Love you, master,” she said. With her hands clasped on the blonde’s skull, she pulled the woman’s head downward.

As Mandy moaned, her wobbly cones arching, I grinned at her. Easing my hips forward, I drove my cockhead into dripping sloppy petals. When I pushed, spreading a very tight little gate, Denise groaned. As a louder slurp echoed, Mandy trembled, and her eyes widened.

“D-Deep. She’s ... Her tongue...” As her moaning intensified, those dark eyelashes fluttered.

With a chuckle, I looked at the woman’s husband. Pale and shaking, he was locked on my shaft, pulsating between his wife’s legs.

“Hmm, dunno about this, Simon.” With a louder laugh, I eased my tip from Denise’s closing flesh and shook my head. “My cock’s too large. Don’t think her tiny pussy can take it.”

Just as my words ended, Denise lifted her face with a liquid squelch. With her glossy blonde hair trembling in Mandy’s tight fingers, she smacked her lips.

“Pl-Please, mistress,” she whispered. “Could he ... Could your h-husband, um, try? Please.”

Before Mandy could speak, a quiet gasp came from Simon. While shifting to his wide eyes, I laughed once more. His gaze was fixed on my rod, wavering against his wife’s rear, its tip coated with a shiny sheen of her juices.

“Now, Simon.” As I slid my hands along his wife’s ribs, she moaned and thrust backwards into me, but I slipped away with ease. “Seems this cock-hungry little bitch wants me.” I sighed and tightened my grip, holding her shaking frame steady. “But here’s the thing. If I shove all of this long, thick cockmeat into your wife...”

“Mmm, pl-please,” tore from her as she again tried to rock into me.

“Shh, cunt. My husband’s speaking.” Mandy shoved the blonde’s head downward once more. At the soft splat, she shook and then moaned. “B-Better. Mmm, go ahead, dear. Explain to him.”

“Well, she’s gonna be ruined.” Another curt exhale left me as his wife swayed and twisted in my hands, rubbing my knob with her velvety petals. “I mean, no other dick will ever satisfy her like this one.”

After smiling at him, I thrust my hips forward, piercing her tightness. But even as she emitted a Mandy-muffled moan, I halted just inside. After a chuckle, I nodded at my pulsating rod.

“Mmm, Simon. Her slick pussy lips are clutching at my bulb.” I chuckled and tightened my fingers around her waist. “Yeah, too tight. These thick ridges are gonna drive some serious grooves into her. She’s gonna miss that feeling for the rest of her life.”

“Sh-She will,” Mandy murmured before moaning when Denise shoved her face forward and drove her hands upwards to clasp Mandy’s wobbling cones. “Oh, fuck, dear. Mmm, use the little bitch.”

As the ceiling fan sent cooler but humid air over me, I smiled in the darkness, remembering that exchange. Fresh from the shower, Mandy’s still-damp hair smelled of wildflowers. The steady rhythm of the surf, glittering in the starlight from beyond the open doors, filled the room. At her soft murmuring and the gentle rubbing of her heated little frame against me, I sighed. Then rolled my head to glance at the wall.

Past it, the moans had died. But among the slow pounding of the surf, I caught quiet sobs. If I’d known how right I was while saying all that to Denise, perhaps I wouldn’t ... No, everything had worked with precision. With a grin so wide it hurt my face, I looked up towards the gods. No more doubts. Well, not many. Plus, much fewer regrets.

Because I had used her.

That first thrust had been languid. But it was ceaseless as my cock bored far enough into her slippery squeezing flesh to mash against the end of her throbbing canal. At my pelvis pressed into her shaking rear, time had stopped.

Pulse thundering, I scanned Simon. Eyes locked on my body, sealed against his wife, he wasn’t breathing. With a white-knuckled fist tight to his dick, its head was a deep purple.

“Hmm, lemme guess.” I chortled as my hands roamed his wife’s sleek flanks. With a gentle shove, I eased my fat tip into the spongy end of her clenching tunnel. “Not many men can fill your whore wife like this, huh?”

When all he did was continue staring, I moved to Mandy. While trembling, she, too, was staring at me. Oh, she knew exactly what that felt like that—to be utterly filled. A smile spread across her face and her lips moved. Although I couldn’t hear her words over the rushing in my skull, I grinned. But a while later, my brain focused, and my mouth loosened.

“Love you, too,” I said, before fucking the shit out of the poor woman.

With my grip tight on her upturned hips, I jackhammered her so hard and fast the bed didn’t thump. Nope. Every rapid, forceful collision with the wall was a resounding slam. Soon, her fingers slapped outwards to clasp clumps of covers. Her screams could no longer be muffled by Mandy’s pussy. As her insides throbbed and crushed my speeding shaft, she slid upwards to gnaw sloppily across Mandy’s belly.

“Okay, Simon.” I smiled at him. His visage pale and fists clasping the sides of the creaking chair, he flicked his gaze from my glistening cock to my face for a brief second. “Enough foreplay. Time to really fuck this bitch.”

With a groan, I thrust so hard she flattened to the bed between Mandy’s outspread legs. As she cried out, sending a shiny spray of spit over Mandy’s stomach, I snatched her legs tight together between mine. Under my furious, brutal pounding of her little rear, the creaking mattress bounded.

“Y-Yes, fuck her!” Mandy muttered while clawing the blonde’s skull. “Wreck her pussy, my love.”

Teeth gritted, I redoubled my efforts. Mandy yanked Denise’s head, shoving it back between her shaking legs. As those blue eyes blazed at me, a hand shot from Denise’s flailing hair to clasp her collar. Amid the bed’s rapid, loud thudding, my racing heartbeat, and the louder slurping from both pussies, it took me a few seconds to process. But while writhing and shoving her pelvis into the blonde’s swirling hair, Mandy was getting ever tenser.

“Who are you?” I muttered to her, while slamming harder into the flattening cheeks beneath me.

“Mmm, God. I’m your...” Her shaky fingers latched onto the ring and tugged. The bold letters glittered in the dimness. “I’m your naughty little slut.”

“Yeah, you are.” I smiled. “Come for me, slut.”

A millisecond, no longer, and her head flew back, mouth wide, unleashing a scream that had my ears ringing. As she bucked upwards, thrusting her pelvis into Denise, I shoved my pole as deep as possible. Every muscle in my body tightened.

“Here it comes, bitch,” I said, while crushing her beneath me. I looked at her husband as my cock flexed, sending its first spurt into her. “Oh, that feels so damned good, Simon.” Then I gasped when her walls undulated. “Oh, fuck. Mmm, your wife’s hungry pussy is milking me.”

Heartbeat thundering, I turned to gaze at Mandy, but her head was buried in the pillows as she panted skyward. Her entire little body was shaking.

When I lowered, flattening my chest to Denise’s sticky back, she murmured. Her insides clamped my bucking rod even tighter. With a growl, I nuzzled beneath her battered blonde tresses and Mandy’s twitching fingers to find her neck.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you, bitch?” When I pressed my lips to her skin and sucked, a muffled, liquid moan came from her.

Still sealed against Mandy’s seam, she could not speak, but she nodded and swirled her rear upwards into me. For a few seconds, calm descended.

But I was in full-power mode, and not done yet.

When I tugged my rod free, sending a spray of fluid into the darkness, Simon gasped. His racing breaths matched those from both women as I snatched Denise by the shoulder and peeled her from Mandy. After flipping her to her back, she squirmed, but I dragged her to the edge of the bed, until her open mouth dangled beneath my draining shaft. At Mandy’s head snapping forward to stare at me, I smiled.