Chapter 39: Mari

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She didn’t react at all, didn’t even make a sound. I’d just thrust every inch of my dick down her throat, and she took it all with aplomb. And as soon as my hips dropped back down to the mattress, she resumed fucking her entire face up and down in my lap as if nothing had ever happened.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the brunette head bobbing up and down in my lap. Mari looked up at me, her warm brown eyes welcoming me into the world of the waking. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat at full depth, as comfortable with my entire cock in her throat as if she were sucking on a mere cough drop.

“Mmm, good morning, Angel,” I greeted while reaching up to caress her cheek.

The pretty Latina pulled off my cock, beamed, and replied, “Good morning, boyfriend.” She immediately put my cock back into her mouth, although she didn’t deep-throat it. Instead, she sort of leaned into my hand, letting my cockhead dent her cheek from within. I felt the distinctly odd sensation of rubbing my own dickhead from outside Mari’s cheek, but then I pulled my hand away and set my head back down on the pillow.

Mari then came off my dick again and flashed me her pearly whites in a broad smile. “Sleep well?” she asked sweetly while continuing to pump my shaft with her right hand.

“Uh-huh. I always sleep well cuddled up with you. You’ve got a body built for spooning.”

Mari preened and sighed. “I only wish I could spoon with you every night. I can’t wait until next Saturday.”

I grinned. It was Sunday morning now, and Mari had gotten another ‘sleepover’ with Belle to excuse her absence last night. We figured she could get at least one more next Saturday night as well. “Benefit of going first. You got two weekends out of the deal.”

Mari got a slightly sad expression, and for a second I worried that I’d said something to upset her.

Blinking, I frowned and asked, “Uh, unless you don’t want to stay over next weekend. I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to. I want to,” she assured me. “No, when you mentioned getting two weekends, it just reminded me that there’s a time limit on this vacation. Don’t get me wrong, I’d been dreaming of having a night like last night for years, and it was everything I hoped it would be. It almost made me forget I’ll have to give you back to the other girls a week from now.”

She looked sad again, and I felt the impulse to tell her it was still possible she wouldn’t have to give me back a week from now. If Mari and I well and truly fell in love, she might never have to give me back. But the more mature part of me realized I shouldn’t give her inflated hopes like that unless I had some reason to believe I’d deliver, so instead I caressed her cheek once more and said, “Even though everybody dreads the end of any vacation, we try not to focus on the ending. Instead, focus on getting the most out of each day. Enjoy it for what it is, so that in the end you go home with nothing but fond memories.”

Mari grinned. “I had some great memories last night.” Her eyebrows waggled suggestively.

I made a face. “I dunno ... that movie was kinda crappy.”

Mari giggled. “I meant other memories.”

I laughed with her. “I know.”

While the BTC girls had all gone home after my Saturday morning six-girl facial, Mari had returned a little before dinnertime with an overnight bag, eager to start her first evening as “my girlfriend”. She didn’t want to go to a fancy restaurant but neither did she want to just hang out and grab fast food. We settled on a rather normal high school “dinner and a movie” date, going out to the local Italian chain restaurant known for breadsticks and heavy cream sauces, and then the stadium seating Cineplex by the mall. Quality films were hard to come by in early-March, and the rom-com Mari picked definitely did NOT fall into the category of quality films. Still, she raised the armrest between us, cuddled up against my side, and snuggled beneath my arm.

If you asked me, my couch at home would’ve been more comfortable, and it wasn’t like the shitty movie needed a big screen, but I certainly couldn’t complain about the company.

We watched the movie in relative silence. Mari cried a little when the main characters separated in the fourth act due to some stupid misunderstanding that would’ve never happened in the first place had the main guy just admitted the truth five seconds earlier. She cried again when the couple reunited, so even if I didn’t care much for the film, I at least considered the movie a success if she enjoyed it well enough. Even so, I think Mari was even happier to walk around the mall holding my hand like so many of the other young couples around us than she was about the movie.

We chatted about the film on the drive back to my place, Mari waxing poetic about the mysteries of love and me poking holes in the plotline’s lazy writing. But I kept my tone light and Mari playfully defended the movie, and in the end, we agreed to disagree because we were back at my place and I told her I’d much rather suck on her big boobies. Mari agreed that it would be a better use of our time.

I actually didn’t get to suck on her big boobies right away. My horny little angel was in too much of a hurry to get laid, and after stripping down to her underwear, my voluptuous vixen bent herself over the foot of my bed, slid the strap of her panties aside, and started rubbing herself while moaning how much she needed her boyfriend to come pleasure her.

Squatting down, I held the strap of her panties to one side and started licking the lovely Latina’s succulent snatch from behind. Then I peeled the flimsy fabric down to her ankles and had her step out of them so I could have unfettered access to Mari’s lush wonderland of curves. I slapped her big booty cheeks and spread the globes to the sides, giving me room to lick my way up her butt cleavage until I came to her crinkled anus. Stiffening my tongue, I gave her a rimjob and started fingerbanging her cunt. And I didn’t stop until I gave her a screaming orgasm.

After that, Mari was dying to feel me inside her, and I wasn’t inclined to delay, either. So I dropped my pants, centered my cock, and slammed all the way into her in a single thrust.

I fucked Mari to another screaming orgasm from behind with her bent over the foot of my bed. After that, she had me go lie down so she could ride on top of me, holding her hands behind her head and thrusting her tits forward in a way that made those big puppies really dance the way she undulated atop my prick. Only then did I finally sit up and suck on her big boobies the way I’d wanted to in the van. And in the end, when I groaned that I was about to cum, she pulled off me, slammed her face down until my dick was once again lodged in her throat, and she let every last drop shoot straight into her stomach.

When it came, my second ejaculation of the night was a little more intense. After Mari’s excellent oral skills revived me for another round (not to mention her penchant for wrapping those massive breasts around my shaft), I climbed aboard for a missionary ride. She was truly built for comfort, and I felt like I could fuck her all night. But after she crooned her climax into my ear, Mari raised both of her legs up over my shoulders and grunted, “Switch holes.”

I had arched an eyebrow in surprise.

“C’mon, you know I can take it. Switch holes. I wanna give my boyfriend my ass.”

Well, I wasn’t going to turn DOWN her invitation. Grabbing hold of her hips, I withdrew my super-hard dick still super-wet from Mari’s multiple orgasms, and with just a bit of a nudge I popped the mushroom head through her unlubricated anus. After that, the rest was smooth and easy going as I swiftly buried every last inch of myself into her tight anal chute.

Blasting a big load up Mari’s bubble butt resulted in us taking a shower together. I inevitably developed another erection while soaping up those massive mammaries. We fell into bed one last time, spooning together with my lover’s lush body cradled in my arms. I completed the trifecta by filling up her pussy, and eventually we both drifted off to sleep having finished an absolutely perfect little date.

Now it was morning, and Mari was back for more. Presently, my angel stopped stroking my shaft and slid up my body to straddle my hips. She notched my dickhead into her moist folds and sat herself down. And once we were fully joined once again, my newest girlfriend leaned forward to kiss me tenderly.

With a wide smile of contentment, Mari intoned happily, “Let’s make some more memories.”

Afterwards, Mari and I got dressed and headed downstairs. Mother was in front of the kitchen range making brunch, and she was not alone. Both Sam and Belle sat on stools at the kitchen island, both of them clad in sports bras and spandex leggings, sweat dotting their brows having apparently gone for a run together.

“Morning, ladies,” I greeted, going over to kiss both Sam and Belle with short pecks. I then returned to Mari, held her hand, and puckered up for a quick kiss with her as well.

“How was your first date?” Belle asked Mari brightly.

“‘First’ date?” Mari blushed and looked at her feet a little nervously. “C’mon, guys. It’s not like I haven’t been on a date with Matty before.”

“Those were dates as friends. This was a date as his girlfriend,” Belle pointed out.

“Wait, what?” Mother’s head popped up in surprise and she turned around to face us.

Sam laughed. “Long story. I’ll explain later.”

Mother furrowed her eyebrows, evaluated Sam’s expression, and then looked over at me and Mari. I shrugged, squeezed Mari’s hand, and led her over to the dining table where there would be more room. Sam and Belle collected their drinks and came over to join us.

Mari scooted her chair over until it was touching mine, and she kept our hands clasped together beneath the table, which forced me to eat with my left hand. Over the past several Sundays the girls had refrained from going into great detail about our sexual activities with Mother present, although I figured that had more to do with us banging so much that sex was no longer a particularly interesting topic rather than an attempt to be more circumspect around my mom. The girls did end up discussing the shitty rom-com, with Mari giving the movie a glowing recommendation and Belle and Sam getting all excited and thinking we should go see it together as a group while I set down my fork and rubbed my forehead trying to mask my disgust.

I’d almost rather they talked about my sex life.

But eventually the girls moved on to other topics, celebrity gossip and fashion stuff that I tuned out. Mari even got distracted enough to let go of my right hand, so I quickly grabbed my fork and started wolfing down my food.

Finally, Mother announced it was time for her to go, and the girls all said goodbye. That was usually Sam’s cue to start flirting with me, perhaps playing footsie under the table or otherwise making some double-entendre designed to put us both in the right mood for her regular Sunday afternoon shagging. But today she didn’t, and the girls kept right on going.

It was Mari who stopped the conversation and realized aloud, “Waitaminute, you two haven’t fucked Matty yet! You left the room yesterday morning while the rest of us were fooling around with him.”

Sam and Belle exchanged a glance, and Sam explained, “We had some stuff to work out with each other.” Her gaze was a little hard, an expression that clearly told Mari to ‘drop it’.

But Mari waved her off with a waggling hand. “Not what I was getting at. What I MEANT is that you two are long overdue. And ... all sweaty from the run and everything, you two should totally go take a shower with him.”

Belle grinned, but Sam frowned. “But he’s your boyfriend this week.”

Mari shrugged. “It means I’m his primary, but it also means I can share him if I want. And I want.”

“You sure?” Sam asked a little uncertainly, although there was no mistaking the arousal in her eyes or the way she’d started squirming in her seat. “I mean ... I wouldn’t mind raising my legs and feeling him slide that throbbing, thick piece of gorgeous meat way down deep inside me ... But it’s really up to you.”

Mari laughed. “So is THIS the power trip you girls in charge always get to feel? The sense that you hold the fates of others in the palm of your hand and you can choose ... or not choose ... to bestow your favors upon an enthralled population?”

Sam looked alarmed and exchanged another glance with Belle. “Ummm ... what?”

Mari grinned. “I think I like being Matty’s girlfriend.”

The other girls both laughed. Belle was now visibly squirming in her seat. “So that’s a yes, right? We can fuck him?”

Mari beamed at her bestie. “I’m gonna enjoy this for now, but I can’t believe you even think you have to ask. Once Team Belle, always Team Belle.” Mari even pumped her right fist into the air.

Belle couldn’t shove her chair back fast enough, racing around to grab my hand and start tugging me up to my feet. Sam also got up, but was rather more casual about it. Mari, however, didn’t get up right away, and Sam frowned. “Aren’t you coming?”

Mari waved her off with a waggling hand. “Oh, I’ll come up to watch once you guys get started. But I really want him to focus on the two of you. It’s like Neevie said yesterday: ‘All for one, and one for all.’”

Sam grinned and patted Mari’s shoulder, saying sincerely, “Thank you.”

Belle had already dragged me halfway down the hall. “C’mon, Sam. Let’s GO!”

Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot on Monday morning and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. To my surprise, however, Mari was also waiting for us, and my current girlfriend wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a searing kiss. With Belle and Alice standing right next to us, nobody paid us much attention.

“Hey, boyfriend,” Mari greeted me warmly once we finally broke for air.

“Hey, girlfriend,” I replied just as warmly and added a quick peck to her nose.

She slipped her hand into mine as we turned and walked onto campus. Belle and Alice soon split off to go their own classes while Mari and I found a quiet corner to make out. We didn’t have a whole lot of time together, but we made do with what we had. She gave me a final kiss and then hurried away.

At recess my busty and beautiful girlfriend straddled my lap and we made out pretty much the entire time. At lunch, she took a page out of Neevie’s playbook and dragged me out to the minivan for sex. And then in the afternoon, she came over to my house and we fucked like bunnies until four o’clock. Thankfully I was used to such rigorous Monday afternoon exercise, so I wasn’t quite wiped out by the time I showed up at Belle’s house to make dinner.

Speaking of Belle, she was quieter than usual. Actually, she’d been pretty quiet around me overall ever since Friday night’s near betrayal. We’d barely talked on Saturday morning, even though I wound up cumming on her tits and face. We’d barely talked on Sunday, even though we had a pretty wicked threesome with Sam. To be honest, she was so eagerly horny on Sunday that I sorta forgot about everything until she already had my dick in her mouth, and by then I was happy to just go with it.

Banging each other for physical pleasure was one thing. Having an intimate conversation about the state of our relationship was something else entirely. What had happened between us had not been as cataclysmic as my girlfriend screaming another man’s name during sex, so I wouldn’t have called Belle and me “estranged” or anything like that.

We were just a little ... weird.

Making dinner together was the first time we’d been alone outside of a couple of short car rides since I’d taken away her house key, and neither of us really knew what to say other than the basic communication requirements of prepping a meal. We weren’t awkwardly silent around each other, but we weren’t our usual selves, either.

I wasn’t the only one to notice.

“Is everything alright between you two?” Mr. K asked two minutes into the meal. Thus far the three of us had been eating in silence.

Belle blinked and looked over at her dad. “What do you mean?”

He gave her a questioning look, and then turned to give me a significant glance as well.

I shrugged and replied. “Everything’s fine, why?”

With a shrug, he shook his head. “You two teenagers don’t wanna tell an old man like me what’s going on, alright. But don’t patronize me and say, ‘Everything’s fine’. Just say, ‘We’re working through some stuff, but we’ll figure it out’ or something, alright?”

“Everything’s fine, Dad,” Belle drawled.

Mr. K swiveled his attention back to his daughter. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you just spent the whole weekend sleeping in your own bed. Now I wasn’t going to ask, nor do I want all the nitty-gritty details now. I’m just saying: Don’t patronize me, alright?”

I went ahead and volunteered, “We’re working through some stuff, but we’ll figure it out.”

Mr. K grinned and reached across the corner of the table to pat my shoulder. Turning back to Belle, he jerked a thumb in my direction and said, “See? Was that so hard?”

Belle rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her meal.

But I chuckled, smiled, and honestly, I felt better.

Tuesday was more of the same. Mari and I made out with each other before school and during recess and then we had a minivan quickie at lunch. It was impossible to be awkward around Belle or Naimh because Mari was monopolizing all my time anyway. The only real difference from Monday was that Alice got to spend the afternoon with me, just as Mari had promised.

By Wednesday I was getting used to cruising around the campus with Mari hand-in-hand. Lunchtime was almost over, and on the way to our next classes, she and I turned a corner and came face-to-face with a familiar boy.

“Oh hey, Gerald!” Mari greeted brightly, still flush with happiness after a couple of nice orgasms. “Haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uh, right,” the guy muttered, frowned as he looked at Mari’s hand in mine, and then without another word, he put his head down and walked away.

With her free hand, Mari started to reach in his direction and open her mouth to say something, but the words died on her lips a moment later. Her shoulders sagged and a frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. It was evident that whatever good cheer she’d gotten from the lunchtime nooner had evaporated in two seconds.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

“What?” Mari looked over at me and quickly closed both of her arms around mine. She leaned forward and pecked my lips. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m holding hands with my boyfriend, and if Gerald can’t handle it that’s his problem.”

I arched an eyebrow. Although I’d been careful to never mention a potential end to our relationship thus far, I forgot myself for a moment and said, “You’re only going to be my girlfriend until Sunday. But if you really like him, Gerald could be your boyfriend a lot longer.”

Mari abruptly pulled her arms away from mine. “Already made up your mind about me, huh?” And then she took an extra step back as well.

I frowned, not yet understanding. But I got it a second later, and I shook my head. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, it’s alright,” she muttered bitterly and took a deep breath. “I told myself from the beginning not to get my hopes up that we might be for real. Thanks for the reminder that to you, all this is just a game.”

“Mari, I didn’t--”

“Too late,” she said dismissively, and then turned on her heel and walked away.

I briefly thought about going after her, but the bell rang, and with a sigh I turned in the other direction to get to my own class.

I looked around for Mari after school ended but didn’t see her. Eventually I gave up and met Belle at the minivan five minutes later than usual. I asked Belle if she’d seen Mari and my pixie ‘little sister’ replied that she hadn’t since lunchtime.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, recognizing the concern on my face.

I sighed and explained about bumping into Gerald and then making the offhand comment about Mari only being my girlfriend until Sunday.

Belle listened considerately and then popped her eyebrows. “I’ll call her when I get home, okay?”

“Thanks.” I nodded. “I really appreciate it.”

She gave me a wan smile. “She’s my best friend. You’re my ... my Matty. I want to see both of you happy.”

Without really thinking about it, I hugged Belle close and then bent to kiss her lips softly. But when I went to release her, she squeezed me tight and wouldn’t let me back up. Only then did I really remember that we were still in this little limbo state between normal and estranged. I knew that until she got her house key back, Belle would always know that things weren’t back to normal between us. And as much as I might’ve wanted to just put the past behind us, I was waiting for ... something ... to show me I could trust her again before giving her the key back.

Maybe helping fix things with Mari would be the first step.

Twenty minutes after I got home, the doorbell rang, and I quickly got up to answer it. Feeling relieved, I greeted, “Hello, girlfriend” before getting a good look outside, and then blinked in surprise to see Zofi on my doorstep.

The exquisite brunette grinned at me. “Well hello, boyfriend,” she greeted in return and stepped forward to give me a kiss.

It took me a second but I returned her kiss. While Mari had made clear that Alice would get to keep her regular Tuesday, I wasn’t aware of any such promise to Zofi about Wednesday. So when we finally parted, I looked her up and down and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Relax, I’m not crashing,” she informed me as I welcomed her into the house. She walked in and started looking around. “I asked Mari at recess if she’d mind me joining you two. Has she not arrived yet?”

“Uhhh, no. Not yet.” I didn’t yet explain that I wasn’t a hundred percent sure Mari WOULD arrive. I mean, I’d expected my girlfriend-of-the-week to come by, and I didn’t think that what happened at the end of lunch was significant enough to change that plan, but I wasn’t totally sure anymore.

“That’s alright.” Zofi nodded and hefted her backpack. “Maybe we can actually get some studying done first.”

I nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

In the end, though, Zofi and I ended up doing homework for more than thirty minutes without Mari showing up. Zofi asked about her absence, and I answered truthfully that I’d assumed Mari would be coming over but had not actually confirmed that beforehand. Zofi asked what was going on, since she’d assumed it was a done deal as well. I explained about the little run-in with Gerald, and Zofi nodded her understanding. She then volunteered to call Mari’s house and see if she was home instead, but there was no answer. Five minutes later, I tried to call myself, but still the call went to their answering machine.

Zofi and I went back to work. Neither of us was inclined to mess around with each other behind my girlfriend’s back, and the mood wasn’t conducive to sex anyway. It wasn’t really conducive to studying, either, but I managed to muster up enough focus to at least go through the motions.

Thirty minutes after THAT though, the doorbell rang again. I quickly hustled to open the door, checked the peephole, and flung it open.

And a lovely, luscious Latina practically knocked me over as she slammed into my chest and sealed her lips over my mouth.

Relief washed throughout my entire body. On a scale of the greatest traumas and worries throughout my entire time on Planet Earth, this little blip in my relationship with Mari wouldn’t rate very highly, but I’d still be much happier to minimize the amount of angst in my life. I wrapped my arms around my girlfriend’s curves, mashed my lips against hers, and even probed her lips with my tongue until she let me in.

We kissed and we kissed and we kissed some more. I wound up spinning her around while she practically tried to climb my body, and I ended up just sliding my hands into the back of her pants, getting a really good hold of her juicy buttcheeks and grinding her crotch against my brand-new erection.

“Okay, okay, the door’s still open,” a voice muttered from outside.

I abruptly yanked my hands out of Mari’s pants and looked out through the open door. As it turned out, Mari had not arrived alone. Belle was still standing on the front porch right outside.

“Oh, hey,” I greeted belatedly. Holding my girlfriend against my right hip, I looked out the door and asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”

But Belle shook her head and peered around the doorway, noticing Zofi standing nearby. “I think you’ve got your hands full enough already. Just wanted to make sure you got your special delivery.”

Mari kissed my cheek and beamed at her bestie. “Thanks, Belle.”

I smiled, let go of Mari, and stepped outside. Brushing strawberry-blonde bangs back from Belle’s pretty face, I bent down and gave her a sweet kiss. She whimpered and clutched my shirt for just a moment, holding me close, before letting go and sighing as she relaxed a bit.

Conscious of my girlfriend right behind me, I stopped the kiss before it lingered and backed up. “Thanks, B,” I said warmly. “You came through for me.”

“Anytime.” Belle winked at us.

I arched an eyebrow at her as I walked back into my house. “Sure you don’t wanna stay?”

She smiled and shook her head. “More for Mari this way. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” She gave a little wave and then stepped into the house just to grab the door handle. Looking straight at Mari, she added, “Remember ... enjoy your vacation.”

Mari nodded. “I will.”

Belle smiled one last time and then pulled the door closed, leaving the three of us alone.

Mari checked her watch, turned to face Zofi, and apologized, “Sorry I’m late. You know I wouldn’t have minded if you two got started before me.”

“Nah.” Zofi shook her head. “We actually got a lot of work done. And I’ve still got about an hour before I have to go.”

Mari giggled and grabbed my ass. “Plenty of time.”

“Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh...” I grunted rhythmically at a steady pace that matched my metronomic thrusts in and out of my girlfriend’s super-comfy, super-wet pussy that fit my cock like a glove.

I stood at the foot of my bed, holding Mari’s meaty asscheeks in my hands with her legs wrapped around my waist. She lay stretched out on her back before me, but I couldn’t see most of her lush naked body, covered as it was by Zofi’s equally naked although skinnier body in a sixty-nine position. I couldn’t actually see what Mari was doing save for the way she gripped Zofi’s ass and wriggled her head, but from the way Zofi couldn’t quite keep still and kept picking her head up to moan rapturously, I knew the busty Latina was doing an excellent job of cunnilingus.

Speaking of Zofi, as she approached her own orgasm she pretty much gave up trying to lick Mari’s clit in return. The slender brunette pushed up until her arms were locked, which angled her torso forward and made her big breasts sway as she more or less humped Mari’s face. Those delicious-looking melons called to my hands, and I reached out to fondle and squeeze them. Zofi stared lustfully up at me, her blue irises flashing. And a moment later she elevated herself higher to grab my head and sear my lips with a fierce kiss.

Zofi’s tongue was still in my mouth when her climax detonated deep within. She shivered first, a pre-shock, but then abruptly lurched forward as if carried forward by the concussive shockwave of her nuclear explosion. The force of it snapped my head back a bit, but I held her body and stroked her spine all throughout her orgasm. And when her keening moans finally stopped and she dropped her forehead down onto my shoulder, I cradled the brunette beauty in my arms while redoubling my pumping motions into the lush Latina beneath her.

Mari gasped for oxygen once Zofi shifted forward to no longer smother the Mari’s face with her crotch. Mari gasped again when I started pounding her harder, and after Zofi fully climbed off and shifted to the side, I was able to stare down into my girlfriend’s face once more. She grinned at me, her lips, nose, and cheeks still glistening with girlcum. Zofi cuddled herself against my side, so I wrapped my left arm around her and cupped her firm breast in my palm. With my right hand, I reached down to thumb my girlfriend’s love button, really working her little nub while she shrieked and whimpered and purred like a kitten.

That purring deepened at first as she coiled her muscles. I could feel her powerful legs contracting around my lower back. Her abs clenched as she tightened her pussy around me. And even her shoulders curled inward. It was as if her entire body was compressing, creating elastic potential energy and building it up to fuel a massive explosion.