Chapter 520

“Oh, fuck yes,” Gemma breathed into your ear. Then she lightly bit the side of your neck to mute herself.

Her butt was up on the edge of the plain white sink, her legs spread with her knees pinned to your sides. She had her arms looped around your neck to keep you close, and you were busy pounding into her cunt.

Sometimes, you thought about Gemma’s nether regions as a pussy. If you needed to talk about it clinically for some reason, it would have been a vagina.

During sex like this, it was definitely a glorious, womanly cunt.

Her dress was hiked up to her waist, and the crotchless red panties gave you all the access you needed to slam your cock into her over and over.

“Fuck,” you grunted.

“Yes, love,” she moaned, keeping her voice quiet. “Fuck me. God, fuck me. You’re so fucking hot. I fucking love your cock, and your hands on me-”

You kissed her, savage and brief.

The two of you had finished your drinks and abandoned the glasses at the table, both of you heading to the back of the bar where an old door declared ‘Washrooms’ with a tarnished sign. It had led to a tiny hallway just large enough for two more doors on the opposite wall, spray painted with a Male stick figure and a Female stick figure with some sort of stencil. Gemma had pulled you towards the Female one and, after a fast kiss, had squatted and pulled your cock out. It only took a few sucks for you to be as hard as a rock, and she’d stood and bent over the sink, pulling her dress up to reveal her ass.

Standing from behind had been fun, but you’d both worried about the sound of her ass slapping against your hips in the semi-public spot. That’s how you ended up face-to-face.

“I’d fuck you in the middle of the bar if you wanted,” Gemma crooned in your ear. “Any time, love. Any fucking time you want me, I’d get on my knees. I love you so goddamn much.”

“I’d strip down naked and run through freezing rain if you called,” you grunted. “And my cock would lead the way like fucking Rudolph.”

That made her snort a laugh and she hugged you tighter as the chuckle seemed to put her over the edge and she came. She pressed her mouth and nose to you, physically restraining her moan of release, and then gasped in a long breath as she pulled away and leaned back against the mirror.

It’s funny, the little things that could make you lose your zen-like state of control over your orgasm. In this case, it was looking at Gemma, just a bit of cleavage, just a bit of a dreamy smile, as she blinked back to mental clarity after her orgasm. You drove into her in a dozen long, full strokes, releasing gushing strands deep inside of her as she whispered sweet nothings and stroked your cheeks with her fingers.

“Fuck,” you finally panted, bottoming out in her and leaning close.

“That hit the spot,” she chuckled, tilting her chin up to kiss you. Then she laughed again. “This is one experience I know Sabrina hasn’t had with you yet. I’m sure she’ll get it, just not yet. Dive-bar bathroom is all mine, and my nasty Aussie self.”

That made you chuckle, and you kissed her again.

“Alright,” you said quietly once you pulled away. “Now how the fuck do we make sure my load isn’t dripping out of you and staining this gorgeous dress?”

“Whaaat?!” Sabrina groaned, a pout on his lips. “I want to go to a show like that!”

“We can go next weekend or something,” Becks assured the petite brunette. “With John. It was just an idea that I had and he thought it was a good one to try and top whatever you did with Gemma last night.”

“I didn’t even splurge or anything,” Sabrina sighed. “We could have done that tomorrow.”

“Do you think these pasties are too small?” Tasha asked, coming out of Sabrina’s bathroom. They had come back from the mall and, inevitably, things had continued. She was dressed in just her thong and said pair of X-shaped pasties that were showing glimpses at her areolas. “And stop being a whiny little bitch.”

Sabrina snorted a laugh and sat up. “OK, fair, I’m being whiney. Unless, of course, you too want me to be a whiny little bitch?” Her grin was lascivious.

“Yeah, no,” Becks said. “John might be willing to put up with you being a brat, but I’m not interested.”

“Alright,” Sabrina sighed, then looked at Tasha. “It depends on what you want to wear them for. If it’s just to tease us, or John, they’re perfect. If it’s for, like, a rave-festival outfit or something you’d need a little bigger.”

“I still think you should have gotten the ones with tassels,” Becks chuckled.

“Maybe I’ll go back and get them,” Tasha smirked. “I’ll get a whole set, a pair for each of us, and we can put on a show.”

All three of them started laughing, at least until Sabrina rolled over and started kissing up Becks’ bare stomach. Then things started to get sexual again.