Chapter 18: Red and Blonde Headed Woman with Two Pussies

I started kissing the already sweat-covered small of her back, tasting salty fluid as it wetted my lips. Getting between both of the women’s smooth fit thighs as they flexed and relaxed, grinding their pelvises together. My chest and stomach slid over Megan’s firm ass cheeks as they too tightened. My lips continued up her spine going over each protruding bone on the way to the nape of her neck. My arms were on either side of the women gliding up and down on each other supporting me. Instead of pressing Megan down on Melanie stopping the full-bodied slithering across each other.

My cock was a steel pole and my hands tied up supporting my weight, Megan reached behind and guided my cock with a, “Let me help you with that.” Her comment was quick and her lips were back on Melanie’s before she finished directing my cock head at her cunt. She didn’t put the head of my dick at her entrance but guided me to the junction of her and Melanie’s grinding pussy lips. The sensation of four plump lips coating the top and bottom of my cock as I slid through their humping flesh was surreal.

Melanie’s humping at Megan ended after a few seconds, at the realization my cock head was parting her lips. And it was sliding through her furrow, separating her and Megan’s clits. With Megan still riding along my dick and her cunt lips gliding against Melanie’s, Melanie froze. Frantically the blonde said, “What the fuck ... What is he doing?”

“It’s ok, I did it,” Megan’s voice was calm and soothing. Her hands stroked the face she held within them. “He won’t enter you. I thought it would be a good way to slather him up, to fuck me.”

“But ... I don’t...” Melanie’s objection was stopped with a kiss that she became sucked into. Melanie gave up her objections for the dance of her tongue with Megan’s. Plus, the delicate fingers going up through her hair holding her lips tight together. The passion also returned, as she drove her pussy lips up against my shaft and Megan’s pelvis.

I was in fucking heaven. The clits ran over my bulging mushroomed head; Megan’s running down the top flicking the ridge while Melanie’s followed the “V” of my glans. Each of the women’s lube spread out along my skin. The velvet feeling of the bloated lips sliding against me had all the neurons in my brain firing. My balls bounced off Melanie’s full flesh and ass filling the air with slaps as if I was fucking her in earnest. In just a few minutes, I was ready to spray my seed out on the women. It occurred just as they again vibrated and shook each time my head parted their clits.

Megan’s cum started flowing first for the third or fourth time since we had climbed the stairs. Her grunt and spastic thrusting against Melanie and me came with an, “Oh God ... holy fuck this is ... Argh...”

She mashed her lips to Melanie’s while I had my teeth sunk into her neck. Melanie, too, wailed out but it was smothered within Megan’s kiss. The little bit of cum that remained in the blonde’s body after cumming multiple times earlier oozed out of her hole. The juices added a wet splat when my balls slapped up against her. The two women’s twitching and flowing pussies tightened my nuts up. The initial jumping and lurching of my cock started.

I don’t know if Megan intentionally laid her torso to Melanie’s. Letting her press her flat stomach into the one below her. What I know is the two vulvas and midriffs sandwiched my cock. It prevented the strong jets from spraying Melanie’s or Megan’s faces with thick ropes of spunk. The viscous fluid erupted out of my cock creating a creamy white filling between their delicious flesh. I can’t remember a time when a dry hump had ever produced so much sperm. To my astonishment, both women seemed to enjoy the fluid coating them. Melanie as much so as Megan did at that moment.

My dick was still hard, but not the tungsten replacement, it had been minutes earlier. Megan again guided the head of my dick when I restarted thrusting it between them. She held my dick firm until she had it lined with her opening. The normally gentle push into her cavity, slowly parting and stretching her vagina, was replaced with a savage thrust.

I ran my whole dick into her at once. My balls once again bounced off Melanie with a slap. Megan howled, “Ah fuck!” I ran my cock out of her heavenly hole just as fast, cramming it in using her shoulders for handles. The howl came a second time but was, “Fuck me ... Jesus, Rusty fuck me just like that.”

I did as she asked and thanks to the morning shots full hardness was again achieved, while she continued laying on Melanie kissing her. My balls again slapped the girl’s pussy that wasn’t being fucked. The hammering thrust continued rubbing the girls’ sexes together. Megan threw her ass upward at my pile driving. She was having me stretch her velvet cavern in ways I didn’t in our slow missionary lovemaking. The rapid concussions of pelvis to ass cheeks were transmitted to the body below her. Along with my nuts swung into the non-participant’s engorged labia. Being enchanted with the sensations, I didn’t notice what it was doing to the other two.

Megan had never fully come down from her previous dry hump orgasm. Her walls were haphazardly squeezing and milking my cock the whole time I fucked her. For the few minutes before her body was covered in small bumps, she had gone to sucking on Melanie’s tit, much to Melanie’s delight. The goosebumps were again followed by a guttural wail surely heard in the next province. I didn’t slow down my screwing of her. I was giving her what she asked for. She thrashed about a bit; her mouth filling with breast meat as she repeatedly orgasmed.

Melanie’s animalistic growl wasn’t expected. Yet, she too had her face frozen mouth wide open in a scream. It didn’t come while her body did. I was surprised at the wide-eyed shocked look fixed upon her face. She wrapped her arms around both Megan and me. She pulled Megan tighter to her and me along with her, into Megan. My second orgasm felt miraculous as the cum shot out of my dick filling Megan. She groaned her appreciation of my filling her with cum.

As my dick softened, I pulled it from its warm luxurious sheath. Unplugged, it let the wads of spunk roll out of Megan’s cavity. The flow left Megan only to drop down on the partially parted slit below her own. The globs of my seed continued falling in Melanie’s slit and over her pussy’s opening. We were a pile of spent flesh shortly afterward. We didn’t talk or move. Only breathing in pants. Gradually, the stack of human bodies ended up beside each other.

Melanie’s finger played in the spread-out cum on her stomach. Once we were no longer atop her. She did figure eights in the goo and spread it further up onto her breast. Small amounts were scraped up on the end of her finger. The gathered-up remnant spunk was reapplied to her puffed-up areolas. Her finger finished its journey around the darkened ring when they’d given them and her nipples sheen. The finger went into her mouth once she finished marinating her nipple in my seed.

The actions shocked me a bit. But not nearly as much as her harvesting more of the fruits of my balls and putting them in her mouth. She didn’t do it in a sexy way or make a big deal of it. She was clearly just enjoying the taste. She did it like she was enjoying icing that happened to fall onto her stomach.

When she had finished, she again snuggled up to Megan. We remained there. The two of us attached to the third. A mass of corrupted flesh, until the spire speakers, had the rapid drum beat and driving of a guitar of Genesis’ “Land of Confusion.” About going deaf, hearing the evening call to rock, we dressed quickly and silently. The smell of our corruption permeated every bit of our skin. So without discussion, we headed straight to the showers. Only to wash not to play.

Showered and in the common area playing cards and board games for the rest of the night with friends and new acquaintances. No one mentioned the incident the day before. They were instead joking about family and some of the insanity of the place we were living. Most of the group of friends got into a wild game of “Apples to Apples,” only Rob was missing.

Megan grilled him when he walked in, “Out with Safia? Or should I say in Safia?”

He looked at her a second, before saying, “Let’s not go there. You wouldn’t like it.”

Using my good foot I kicked her under the table. My look told her, she needed to stop and walk her last comment back. She got the message. Looking back to Rob she said, “You’re right, I’m sorry. It was uncalled for.”

“Thanks,” Rob replied graciously. “And, I was in a meeting in the Colonel’s office.”

“Damn you’re not going to have to suck face with a guy also,” Megan joked.

“No, I didn’t beat the shit out of anyone. That is Red Dick’s thing. Lucky for Melanie, he likes kicking the shit out of people.” He replied in return.

“So what did the Colonel want?” She inquired.

She should’ve known better than ask that question, but she was having a bad day of sticking her foot in her mouth. Rob raised an eyebrow, “Seriously. Let’s leave it at he wanted my help tomorrow.”

“I guess, I’ll wait until then to get my answer,” Megan said, turning back to the game. I was glad she had let go of her line of questioning and returned to playing. We all continued playing until the speakers played the last song of the night, Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” We all looked at each other wondering where the Colonel found his album library. We also knew it was basically the same as saying lights out.

Only Burt commented on Megan, Melanie, and I heading to the private room, the Colonel had given me for the next month. “Going to make new Foxi Tails for us to enjoy tomorrow?”

Megan truly was still in rare form, “What you can’t see my tail?” She wiggled her ass in his direction. “Oh that’s right, assholes can’t see it.”

Melanie’s tongue was just as sharp,” Actually it’s assholes and tiny dicked guys. So you definitely won’t see them.” Not waiting for a reply she turned and wiggled her ass at him. I followed the girls into the room and closed the door behind us, locking it.

Mostly clothed we all climbed into the large bed that easily accommodated us. Megan was once again in the middle keeping Melanie and I mostly separated. Our group kiss and make-out festivities of hands groping bodies under nightshirts, that had no underwear under them, began. The clothing remained on as I was certain as was Megan, the door wouldn’t remain closed and locked. One of the degenerates draftees would pick the lock hoping for a glimpse or picture of us while joined. Megan fell off to sleep first, followed by Melanie. I don’t know how long I was asleep before the door flew open and flashes started.

All Burt got in the way of pictures was of the three of us curled up together, in nightclothes none of us wanted to be in. Before he left dejected the two girls had awoken. Melanie was the one that didn’t wake up bright and cheery. She was pretty much the opposite. She started swearing at the guys and girls standing in the room. “You fuckers get the hell out of here, God what assholes.”

They all scurried out of the room, letting us go back to sleep. A sleep that sometime later was interrupted, in a much better way. I woke up to my dick being in a warm wet situation. The room was pitch black, but I knew it was Megan. She had slid down under the sheet. Her mouth traveled up and down my thick shaft. She slid her tongue along it from my newly full mushroomed and purple head all the way to my nut bag. Her lips wrapped around each walnut, slathering it with her spit-coated tongue. When the last ball popped out of her slurping mouth, she moved back up the rod slowly running her tongue along my cock. At my helmet, she slowly closed her lips over the end and sucked on it like a pacifier. A few minutes of her sucking on the end of my cock made me groan.

My groan ended when a slender finger was placed over my lips to quiet me. The finger didn’t feel right. Megan was never that gentle or fluid. My hand followed the slender arm in the wrong direction. Everything pointed to the impossible, Melanie.

Without a sound Melanie, ninja-like leaned in barely ruffling a cover. Her lips gently replaced her finger and her hand went to my chest. Our kisses were virtually silent. She kept the kisses feather-light taking my lips between hers, delicately running her tongue tip on them. Her hand stroked my pecks and rolled my nipples within her fingers. When I started moving to embrace her she again put her finger to my lips and shook my head no. It was like she didn’t want Megan to know.

Megan wouldn’t have noticed anyway. She was still working her tongue around my head and sucked me deep into her mouth. I felt my spongey cock end hit the back of her throat while her lips were stretched out around the middle of my rod. She gagged and tried sliding me down her throat. She briefly had a little success passing my knob into her throat before she backed off.