Chapter 29

While much of that first night in Atlanta was a blur, as Cindy’s voice faded, Yeshia’s expression and what followed were burned into my mind forever. The way her glistening mouth opened and closed with each rhythmic stroke of my cock in her slippery, clenching pussy. The little puff of air that left those lips at each nudge of my fat head into the top of her canal. The ceaseless rocking of our bodies, the creaking of the mattress, and the low slurping of my shaft, gliding in and out of her clenching heat.

As the world faded away, enveloping even Cindy’s pale naked form beside us on the bed in its dimness, there was a thrumming. Yeshia’s eyes widened with every gentle rock forward of my pelvis. The soft meaty slap of flesh against flesh as we came together. Despite that growl building in my core once again, I gazed deep into her. And words passed unspoken. Although I shoved my open lips closer, with her body bent between us, I couldn’t reach her mouth.

And then the world—changed.

At the sudden, gentle landing of Yeshia’s palms on my cheeks, I jolted. The shudder continued as her slim fingers wrapped around my skull. After smacking and rolling her glistening purple lips, they moved. In a haze, my brain struggled as my head cocked to one side. In a rush, the two words she’d spoken formed inside me.

“Use me.”

I did.

A bestial, world-shaking growl filled the dark room. It was mine.

Like a locomotive struggling uphill, I eased more power into each thrust. Beneath us, the rocking bed’s creaking grew louder. As my shaft bored ever quicker, so too did the opening and closing of her trembling lips. As the gentle impacts of our bodies became frenzied, the louder slapping grew constant. Splashes of sweat, cum and her sweet juices spritzed my thighs.

From the dimness, Cindy’s voice murmured, and slender white fingers crept over Yeshia’s swaying little tits to find tiny, hard nipples. As her head flew backwards to bare her tensing neck, a scream tore from Yeshia. Her insides pummeled my racing pole.

“Mine,” came from me while boring into her even faster.

As we formed one animalistic pile of flesh driven by primal need, the bed’s creaking became ever louder. Its headboard thumped into the wall. Under the ever-harsher impacts of our bodies, Yeshia’s screams grew louder. Her pussy—melted. Amidst the warm flooding, its undulating slipperiness engulfed my speeding shaft. Sharp fingernails clawed through my short hair.

At long last, when Yeshia could scream no more, her mind stripped away by my forceful jackhammering strokes, I thrust deep. Just as my balls rotated, my engorging cockhead mashed into her soft flesh. With a mewling moan, she forced her eyelids apart to stare wild-eyed into me as I held her pinned.

“Mine,” I repeated as the first lengthy spurt erupted from my throbbing shaft.

As more followed to fill her slick, clenching wetness, I gazed into her bottomless black eyes. A tear broke free to race down her cheek. Then another. Soon, twin glossy rivulets departed her fluttering pools. And still my cock flexed, flinging thick, hot ooze to bathe my shaft and her clamping insides.

Only after finally draining myself into her did I ease backwards to lower Yeshia’s trembling legs. Unable to speak, she gasped for air while rolling on her side and curling into a tight ball. While hugging her bent knees, her swollen, dark lips pulsated, sending thick whiteness to trickle over a quivering leg.

With a sigh, I eased past Cindy’s blurry, pale form to grasp the covers. While covering Yeshia’s shaking body, I slid in beside her. In my other hand, Cindy was tugged, panting after me. As Yeshia unleashed a mewling moan when I engulfed her with my limbs, Cindy groaned while pushing her firm, little figure into my spine.

“Mine,” I said once more while squeezing Yeshia’s sweat-soaked frame.

“Yes, baby. Always,” Cindy whispered into my ear as her arms slid around me from behind.

While easing her chin up and down, Yeshia only mumbled. But, when a gentle press of her sticky, full lips on my forearm was followed by a low whimper as she shoved her shaking little ass back into me, I tensed. Even as she continued to shake, she ground her compact dark frame against me. Still hungry. Unbelievable.

Before I could do more than gnaw along the silken skin beneath Yeshia’s shiny black curls, Cindy’s slow rhythmic breathing pulled a yawn from me. Sandwiched between the gentle pressing of both tiny, warm forms, the roaring in my ears meandered away and blackness took me into its peaceful fold.

While that first memory was expected, I wasn’t prepared for the next shadowy frame.

At the piercing of shaking claws in my shoulder, I jerked awake to find Cindy’s open-mouthed stare. Although she faced me, glimmering in the darkness, her white-rimmed emerald pools were unfocused. As she panted, her vibrating tongue and shaking lips glittered. At a lengthy, soft slurp, she focused on me just as I noticed Yeshia’s glistening hair buried between Cindy’s quivering, outstretched legs.

“She’s ... Oh, fuck, baby. Mmm. She’s so ... Oh. Oh, fuck. Mmm. So ... So fucking good, Hiram.” Cindy’s hoarse whispers sent hot air over my face. While her scraping, shaky nails clutched at me, her other hand tore at the mattress. “Fuck! Her tongue. Mmm. Oh, God. I’ve n—never, oh, been with a woman. Oh, fuck.”

After the store, I hadn’t been so sure. However, before I could challenge her, I jolted at the gliding touch of warm fingers. When I scanned further, Yeshia’s glimmering dark pools met mine from above her glossy nose. As the slurping grew louder, her dark eyes twinkled. With her face buried deep in Cindy’s thrusting shiny folds, her tight fist began slow, forceful strokes along my thickening pole.

“Hiram! Oh, fuck, baby. Oh. Oh. Oh., God. I think...” With a splayed hand clamping Yeshia’s rapidly vibrating head, Cindy moaned while thrusting her jiggling tits upwards. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Mmm. Mmm. I think I’m gonna ... Oh. Oh, baby. She’s ... So deep. Oh, fu—”

Just as Cindy’s voice disappeared into a scream, her entire frame twitched, then bucked. Beneath us, the massive bed shuddered. Despite Cindy’s tremulous fingers tearing at Yeshia’s swirling black tresses, Yeshia neither stopped nor slowed. Instead, her slurping grew louder as she devoured Cindy, driving scream after high-pitched, winding scream from the pale woman’s little contorting body.

While Cindy’s wide eyes, again unfocused, stared at the ceiling, Yeshia remained fixed on me. As my breathing raced, her fist moved ever quicker until my shaft ached for release. When I shifted, I flashed her a grin. Although her eyebrows knitted, her large black eyes blinked at the low growl escaping me.

“I want you,” I murmured while tugging free of her clenching fingers. “Again.”

With her grip tightening on Cindy’s waist, Yeshia tried to track me. As I crawled behind the darker woman, Cindy’s cries, hitching and lower, became panting and moans. Even as she still shuddered, the small blonde’s writhing had lessened. After releasing Yeshia’s head, both pale fists slid outwards to clench bunches of sheets. As she swallowed between rapid gasps, Cindy moved her head to follow me as well.

When I slipped my hands under Yeshia to lift her onto her knees, she moaned into Cindy’s flesh, drawing a winding moan from the wriggling little blonde. After lining up with her glistening folds, I gripped my shaft in one hand and rocked forward. Still tacky with seed and her arousal, my engorged knob bored deep, piercing her wetness in a single quick thrust. When she swayed into Cindy’s crotch, a low whimper escaped Cindy.

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