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Before Their revelation, the Living Gods traveled to New York. A final moment of love and privacy without the scrutiny of the world upon them. But Their presence always inspires. They touched the lives of a pair of newlyweds and opened their eyes to free love.

—First book of Vivian 20:51

Mary Sullivan – New York City, NY

“Master, Mistress, we’ll be landing in twenty minutes,” Lynda announced over the speaker, her voice chipper, “so, please, wrap up any fucking going on back there.”

I had Lize’s mouth glued to my cunt. The blonde lapped away as Mark fucked her ass. Every thrust of my randy stallion’s cock drove Lize’s mouth into my snatch. I gripped her blonde curls with one hand, rubbing the slut’s face into my pussy. My other hand wrapped around Monique’s ass. The French slut sat on my face, my tongue shoving through her tart-flavored cunt.

The rate of Mark’s groin slapping against Lize’s ass picked up. Mark wanted to cum before we had to stop. His thrusts drove the slut’s face harder into my own cunt. Her nose bumped into my clit, sending delicious tremors of pleasure throughout my body. I sucked at Monique’s clit, flicking my tongue about her little pearl as I strove to bring her delicious clam to orgasm.

“Fuck your ass is tight!” Mark moaned. “I’m going to cream in your slutty fucking ass!”

“Oh, yes, ma chérie!” Monique panted above me. “Eat my clam! Oh, yes, Jouir de, jouir de!”

Monique’s orgasm triggered a chain reaction. As her tart juices flowed into my mouth, my own orgasm exploded in my cunt and writhed rapture throughout my body. My cream flooded into Lize’s hungry lips as she nibbled on my labia. Then she moaned into my cunt, her ass clenching on Mark’s cock as she climaxed. Last, Mark grunted and slammed one last time into Lize as he spilled his jizz into her ass.

“Damn, let’s land and greet New York,” he laughed as he ripped his dick out of Lize’s ass.

“Yes,” I moaned while Monique slipped off of me.

We scrambled to find our seats. The bodyguards disengaged from each other. No one had their clothes on, not even the pilots. During the flight they each took turns coming back to get fucked. Through the open cockpit door, I ogled Lydia’s side-boob as she worked the controls, bringing us in for a landing at LaGuardia Airport.

The plane landed with a screech of tires. I groaned as the plane decelerated, squirming my naked ass on the seat. The plane slowed to a gentle roll and we all unbuckled our seat belts and began to get dressed.

The bodyguards put back on their slutty cop outfits and strapped on their gun belts We brought Squad B with us: 15, 16, 23, 24, 32, and 34. The plane approached the hanger as I pulled on my clothing. Mark had already dressed by the time I finished getting my tight, red dress on. The skirt was short, and if I bent over anyone could see I wasn’t wearing underwear. Mark was in his usual jeans, a new pair I bought for him that fit his slimmer body better and made his ass look so scrumptious, along with a t-shirt.

The plane taxied into a hanger I had rented for us. The ground crew pushed a staircase in place. The bodyguard, minus 23 and 24 who were staying behind to watch the plane with the pilots, raced down the stairs first, startling the ground crew.

Once it was safe, Mark and I descended. A limo awaited along with a pair of NYPD squad cars. I had made all the arrangements, using my power to make sure our bodyguard could have police cars to escort us in style.

Behind us, Lize and Monique descended dressed in regular, if expensive and gorgeous, clothing. I kissed both our stewardesses. “Thank you for making it such a memorable flight,” I told them. “We plan on leaving at four, New York time, on Sunday. So have fun until then.”

Monique and Lize giggled. “Shopping on Fifth Avenue,” Monique sighed happily.

“Let’s spend our husband’s money and then find some young studs to fuck us silly!” Lize declared, hooking her arm around Monique and the pair headed off into the airport.

“A limo?” Mark asked.

“I asked for the hottest driver they had,” I said. “So fingers crossed that we get a looker.”

Mark grinned as we walked up, his arm around my waist.

“The Glassners?” a woman asked as she climbed out of the limo’s driver seat. She was a tall woman with an angelic face and beautiful lips. Her hair was bleached blonde and tied up at the back of her neck. A black, chauffeur’s cap rested on her head, and she wore a traditional chauffeur’s outfit—black slacks, black jacket and white, buttoned-down shirt with a red and orange striped tie.

“Yeah, I’m Mark and this is Mary.”

I looked her up and down and smiled. She had a lovely pair of breasts that filled out her shirt quite nicely. “What’s your name?”

“Leah,” she answered with a big smile.

“Well, Leah, you’re going to be our slutty chauffeur,” I told her. “Where’s the nearest sex shop? We need to get you properly dressed.”

* * *

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

Mrs. Jacob Goldstein-Blum. I was Mrs. Jacob Goldstein-Blum now.

That happy thought filled my mind as Jacob pulled our Chevy Volt into the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel’s driveway. The hotel was a huge, white building built in the classic art deco style and was absolutely gorgeous. I was so excited to spend my honeymoon with Jacob here. We just got married a few hours ago and, after a lovely reception, we hopped into our car and drove to New York City.

I yawned. It was nearly eleven at night and it had been a long, but happy, day.

“Hope you’re not too tired, Rachel,” my husband said with a suggestive grin.

I smiled at my husband. My husband. I liked the sound of that. I gave an arched smiled. “Not that tired, Jacob.”

He leaned over and kissed me as the valet in a red vest and black slacks walked up to the car and opened our doors for us. I didn’t care about the patient valet. I was too busy kissing my new husband. I loved the feel of Jacob’s five o’clock shadow rubbing on my mouth. I’ve never been a fan of facial hair on a man, but I love the way his stubble felt as I ran my fingers across his cheek.

Such a manly feel.

Jacob broke the kiss and left me breathless. Excitement bubbled in my heart as we climbed out of the car. Jacob slipped the valet a few bills, probably ones. He could be a little cheap at times, so I slipped a ten to the valet when Jacob’s back was turned. The valet loaded our luggage on a hotel carts while I adjusted my veil.

We were not wearing our wedding clothes. My dress was far too lovely to be crammed in our little car for too long. I wore a loose, green dress, instead, that I could easily slip on. Or off. A naughty smile crossed my lips. Underneath, I wore my lacy, white bridal lingerie. A beautiful demi bra that cradled my breasts in lacy decadence, the silk panties, trimmed in lace, hiding my naughty surprise. I shaved my pussy for the honeymoon. Last, I wore a white garter belt holding up my thigh-high, white stockings.

Jacob loved me in stockings, and he would shoot off in his pants when he saw me in nothing else.

My husband wrapped his arm about my waist, and I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked into the Waldorf-Astoria. I was giddy with excitement as we walked up and the concierge’s desk, manned by a tall man.

“Good evening,” he said with an urbane tone. “Checking in?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Goldstein,” I told him with bubbly excitement.

The concierge typed in the computer. “Oh, congratulations. I see you have booked the honeymoon suite. We will send up a complimentary bottle of champagne.”

“Thanks,” my husband said with a grin. He loved getting free stuff.

“What a lovely veil,” a woman’s voice purred from behind me.

I turned to see a stunning woman. She was gorgeous. A flush burned in my cheeks as a sudden fire flared between my thighs. Long, auburn hair fell loosely about her bare shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face dotted with freckles. Her eyes were a deep green and her hungry smile sent a naughty thrill through my body.

My shaved pussy soaked my panties.

What is wrong with me? I scolded myself, trying to pull myself together. No one had ever so affected me before. No man, and certainly no woman, had made me so wet I soaked my panties. It was okay to be gay; it just wasn’t for me. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She wore a tight, red dress that clung to her body like a sheathe, the skirt obscenely short. So short it barely covered her ass.

I licked my lips as I drank in her sight.

“What do you think, Mark?” the woman asked.

I jumped, realizing a man stood next to the beauty. I hadn’t even noticed him or the others with the woman.

She stood at the heart of a strange group. The woman wore a gorgeous party dress, her companion in an Avenging Sevenfold T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was a tall guy, an average looking face and piercing, blue eyes. A tall woman with bleached-blonde hair stood on the other side of him wearing a slutty parody of a chauffeur’s uniform. A very short, black skirt that left most of her long legs exposed, covered in fishnet stockings. A white bustier pushed up her breasts, and she had an orange and red-stripped tie falling between her tits. Perched on her head was a chauffeur’s cap.

Four more women were dressed as slutty cops. Each had short, navy-blue skirts with matching blouses that only buttoned half the way up. Their breasts threatened to spill out if they sneezed. Then I noticed that all four had actual guns on their hips, and their faces had the hard, professional stare of real cops.

What was going on?

“On your honeymoon, huh?” the man asked, his eyes feasting on me. I felt naked before him.

“Yes,” I answered before turning away, uncomfortable with his stare.

“Yeah, we just got married,” Jacob said excitedly.

“I’m Mark, and your wife is so pretty,” the man told my husband as he shook Jacob’s hand. “I want her.”

“What?” Jacob asked, looking confused.

I glanced at the woman and she had that same hungry look in her eyes. I blushed, realizing what her boyfriend meant by “want.” They wanted to make love to me. Both of them did. Part of me wanted to let this woman have me. If she asked me, I realized I would let her have me. I would leave my husband and come with her and let her do whatever she wanted to me.

I swallowed, shifting my thighs, rubbing my aching clit to get some relief. Had the woman enchanted me? But that was impossible.

“Your wife is going to spend the weekend with us,” Mark said in a commanding voice. “Don’t worry; we’ll see she’s taken care of.” A boyish grin filled his face. “We’ll make sure she cums a lot. So just enjoy your time in New York, and we’ll have her back by Sunday evening. You’ll be very pleased with the new her.”

“Eh, okay,” my husband said, looking confused but still friendly. Why would he go along with this? I was his new bride.

The woman grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. “Come along, beautiful,” she purred. “I just can’t wait to eat you all up.”

“Have fun,” my husband called after me as I was pulled to the elevator, my heart beating in my chest. I would make love to this beautiful woman. And her boyfriend. “I love you, Rach!”

“I love you too, Jacob,” I stammered as the elevator door closed. This could not be happening.

The moment the elevator doors closed, the woman seized me and kissed me hard. Her tongue pressed into my mouth. I was a new bride on my honeymoon. I shouldn’t enjoy this, but I couldn’t fight the overwhelming need to please this woman. I melted into her lips, kissing her with the same passion I kissed my husband after we said our vows hours ago.

My pussy clenched as the excitement shuddered through me. Her hands went behind me. She found the zipper to my dress and pulled it down. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me in my wedding lingerie.

“Mmm, she looks ravishing,” Mark groaned.

The woman moaned an agreement while she kissed me. Her hands squeezed my ass. This was like a fantasy come true. Sometimes, when I masturbated, I thought of being fucked by a stranger, always a man, in public. In my daydreams, I stopped being the proper, quiet girl I was in my real life and went wild. As the woman’s fingers squeezed my ass I realized I could live that fantasy.

I could be wild and slutty, and then go back to Jacob and be his prim and proper wife. The woman was like my erotic fairy godmother delivering me my dreams.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered to the auburn-haired woman when she broke the kiss.

“You, too,” the woman responded.

She kissed and sucked at my neck as the elevator rose. Over her shoulder, Mark kissed the female chauffeur. My eyes widened as the woman nibbled on my neck. Mark and the chauffeur fucked. Mark had her pressed up against the elevator wall, one of her fishnet-stockinged legs hooked around his leg as he fucked her hard.

“Yes,” she moaned in liquid delight.

Mark’s jeans slipped down, exposing his firm ass as it clenched when he thrust into the woman. The chauffeur hugged him tightly, her angelic face appearing over his shoulder. Pleasure contorted her face, twisting it into a mask of pure passion.

Did I look like that when Jacob made love to me?

Our eyes made contact. An electric thrill passed between us. A smile appeared on her lips. The blonde woman was special. I lost myself in her hazel eyes. The connection between us was such a familiar feeling

It reminded me of Jacob.

The memory of the first time I laid on my husband floated up in my mind as the redhead sucked at my neck, sending thrills down to my pussy. I met Jacob in the library at Princeton. I had reached for a book and through the gap in the shelf I glimpsed a pair of eyes peering back at me from the other side. The eyes were gentle and warm.

I fell in love with Jacob before I even saw all of his face.

The auburn-haired woman’s hand slipped into my panties, bringing me out of my reverie. I squirmed in pleasure as her fingers slid down to my smooth, wet lips, fingering my slit. I gasped as she slipped first one then a second finger up inside me, sliding them slowly in and out of my wet hole while her thumb massaged my hard little clit.

“Oh, wow,” I moaned as I shuddered.

“Yes, yes, enjoy,” the blonde moaned to me as she humped into Mark’s thrusts.

“Uh-huh,” I panted back as the goddess fingered my married pussy.

I slid my own hands down the woman’s back to her ass, squeezing her plump butt-cheeks. Feeling bold, I slid my hands underneath her skirt to find her bare ass. The woman moaned as she sucked on my neck. Pleasure spiked through me, and my fingers clenched into the woman’s butt.

The blonde chauffeur winked at me over Mark’s shoulder.

Every few floors the elevator would halt, and the slutty cops would stop people from getting onto our car as they screened the entrance of the elevator. The ride seemed to take an eternity. An eternity of the beautiful woman fingering my cunt.

My orgasm built inside me. Every touch of her tongue on my neck, her fingers in my cunt, and her thumb on my clit, made that delicious feeling grow and grow inside. My pussy clenched on her fingers as the excitement of embracing this wild weekend on my honeymoon burst through me.

The blonde’s smile grew and she nodded her head, giving me permission to enjoy myself.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I screamed as the pleasure burst through me.

My pussy spasmed on the auburn-haired woman’s fingers. I gasped and writhed in her embrace. My fingers dug deep into the her bubbly ass. The elevator shook and swayed. I stared at the blonde as my moans echoed through the elevator, reverberating over and over as the pleasure washed through my boiling snatch.

It was wonderful to be wild.

“Mmm, that felt like a good one,” the auburn-haired woman moaned as she pulled her sticky fingers out of my pussy. She brought them to her lips and licked my juices clean. “You taste like honey.”

She kissed me, and I could taste my juices staining her lips. I did taste like spicy honey. It was wild.

“What do you taste like?” I heard myself ask.

“You’ll find out,” the woman promised as the elevator reached the last floor.

“Here it comes, slut!” Mark groaned, slamming his dick into the chauffeur’s cunt and moaning. My eyes caught hers. The blonde smiled and shuddered as she came. Joy burst through me. I was thrilled she orgasmed.

“Fuck, yes,” Mark groaned and pulled out of her.

I stared at the blonde’s bare pussy gaping open and leaking the man’s cum. Then her skirt fell down, hiding the delicious sight. The urge to lick her pussy clean consumed me. I wanted to fall to my knees and devour her right on the elevator.

Was this a dream? Had I fallen asleep on the car ride to the hotel? If it was a dream, it was wonderful.

The elevator opened onto the penthouse suite. The bodyguards went first, quickly searching the room with their hands on their holstered weapons as they searched it. I stumbled in on the auburn-haired woman’s arm, my eyes wide as I drank in the ornate decorations. It was huge, more an apartment than a hotel room. The honeymoon suite was supposed to be as lovely but smaller, a much more intimate affair than this extravaganza.

Who were these people?

A little bit of fear nibbled at my stomach and I wanted my husband to hold me. Guilt struck me. My poor husband would be staying in the honeymoon suite all alone while I was having so much fun up here.

“This is a mistake,” I groaned as it struck me what I had done. “I… I should be with my husband. It’s our honeymoon.”

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I placed my finger on the new bride’s lips, shushing her. “Don’t feel guilty. You’ll have the rest of your life to be with him. This weekend you get to have some fun. It has nothing to do with love. It’s pleasure.”

I smiled as my commands made the new wife’s guilt melt away. In her dark eyes, I watched the thoughts churn through her mind as she found a way to rationalize my commands. Her eyes flicked to the blonde woman and I smiled.

There was interest in those eyes. Did she develop a crush for the blonde? How interesting. This weekend would be so much fun.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Mary, and that’s my fiancee, Mark,” I said. “And that’s Leah, our chauffeur. The other ladies are our bodyguards.” She didn’t recognize Mark. I guess outside of Washington State Mark wasn’t making as big of a splash.

That would change.

“Leah,” the bride whispered, almost like she hadn’t realized she spoke, “what a pretty name.”

“And what’s your name?” I purred.

“I’m Rachel,” she answered, still looking at Leah. The new bride shuddered.

She was so sexy. I had to enjoy her.

I grasped Rachel’s hand and led her to a bedroom. A king-sized bed with four bedposts hung with gauzy curtains dominated the room. It was so elegant. This was the life. I wanted the mansion Mark and I built to be like this hotel room.

I turned to the bride and kissed her hard. I pulled her tight, her breasts rubbing against mine through our clothing. That wouldn’t do. Naked tits pressed together were always the best. My hands found her bra clap. I unhitched it and exposed her round breasts.

Juicy and succulent, her nipples hard. I let out a purring moan and bent down, capturing a nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard on the nub, nibbling and biting while the woman moaned, her hands brushing through my hair.

Mark came up behind her. He grasped her naked waist and slid down to her panties. Rachel shuddered as Mark pulled off her satin panties, exposing her shaved pussy. When I fingered the bride in the elevator, it shocked me to find her shaved bare.

She did not seem the type.

Rachel shuddered as Mark rubbed his hand between her thighs. Her moans sang through the air while Mark kissed and sucked at her neck. I nipped her nipple one last time, the excitement swelling through me.

I had to be naked. My dress was too constricting. My body needed to be free.

I released the nipple and turned around. “Unzip me.”

“Yes,” Rachel moaned, her voice throaty.

Her trembling fingers seized the zipper and drew it down. I sighed as the fabric slid off my naked body and fell to the floor, leaving me only in my stockings and garters. I moved to the bed and spread out. Rachel’s eyes locked on my shaved pussy and licked her lips.

I crooked my finger at her.

Rachel pulled away from my fiance. She walked to the bed in her white stockings and wedding veil. The naked bride a mix of whorish lust and innocent virtue. I groaned and shuddered, my pussy clenching. I needed to cum.

“Taste me,” I purred as she crawled onto the bed and moved to me. “Taste me while Mark fucks your naughty, newlywed cunt!”

“Yes,” the bride moaned, her dark eyes wide.

I cupped her face and pulled her down to my shaved pussy. Her lips pressed against my tight slit. The bride took her first lick of a woman’s pussy. I always knew when a straight women savored her first taste of cunt.

It was so sexy.

Rachel moaned her enjoyment as she savored my sweet, spicy musk. She slid her tongue a second time up my slit. I groaned as Mark stripped behind her. My eyes flicked from the bride, her veil brushing my thighs with gauzy silk, to my fiance’s naked chest.

“Fuck her,” I mouthed to Mark as I undulated against Rachel’s licking tongue.

Rachel spread open my pussy lips and dove in, licking greedily. I moaned as the pleasure shot through me. My toes curled and my hips humped into her wonderful tongue. All women wanted to worship me. It was so wonderful to let them.

The bed shifted as Mark crawled on it. Rachel moaned and shuddered as Mark’s dick prodded her ass. My pussy clenched. Tonight was her wedding night and my man’s cock was about to slide into her, not her husband’s.

Excitement burst inside of me. We stole her on her wedding night.

“Fuck her naughty little cunt!” I moaned as my excitement built.

* * *

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I swore to have no other, and I didn’t even make it one night.

Mark’s cock pushed into my tight hole, sending pleasure shuddering through my body. My cunt gave way before the iron firmness of his cock. He sank all the way into me, filling my married cunt. I moaned into Mary’s delicious pussy as I clenched down on his girth.

Mark drew back his cock and thrust again into the depths of my pussy. Over and over he fucked me. Each thrust better than the one before it. I was full of of another man’s cock on my wedding night, my hips bucking and rocking back into his thrusts.

The wild girl from my fantasies come to life.

“Don’t stop licking me!” Mary moaned.

The joy of Mark’s cock sliding into me had stopped my worship of Mary’s delicious cunt. I couldn’t have that. It was the best thing I had ever licked. I loved pussy. I was glad I could devour the most beautiful woman in the world’s pussy.

I dove back into Mary’s snatch. I moaned my delight, enjoying being fucked by Mark and eating out Mary. I gave and received pleasure at the same time. I felt so fulfilled, so happy. Part of me wished Jacob could be here to share this happy moment.

But it would be so exciting to tell him about it on Sunday. I hoped he would fuck me just as hard while I told him about all the fun I had.

“What a slutty bride,” Mark groaned as he slammed his dick over and over into my cunt. His balls smacked into my clit as he pounded me.

“Yes, she is,” moaned Mary. “Mmm, and the slut loves to devour pussy. That’s it. Keep licking me. I’m going to drown you.”

“Yes,” I moaned between licks, my hips rocking back and forth. Mark’s dick slammed so deep into me, the pleasure racing through my body.

The bed shook as Leah, naked save for her fishnet stockings, straddled Mary’s face, Leah’s back facing me. I gasped, watching in awe as Leah’s shaved cunt, messy with Mark’s cum, lowered to Mary’s lips. She licked at Leah’s pussy, scooping up Mark’s spunk.

“Oh, god, yes,” Leah moaned, her tight ass clenching as she rolled her hips and ground her pussy on Mary’s face.

“Fucking hot, Mare,” Mark moaned. “Gonna make you another creampie.”

My eyes widened when I realized what he meant. My pussy clenched down on Mark. I wanted him to cum into my pussy so Mary could lick me clean. I tongued her faster and faster as the excitement swelled through me.

“I can’t wait to lick your cum out of her snatch,” Mary purred then dug her tongue back into Leah’s cunt.

As I devoured Mary, I wondered what Leah tasted like. Would she be sweet and spicy like Mary? Or would she have a thick, honey flavor like me? Or maybe she would taste different, a new, delicious flavor for me to sample?

I knew I would get my chance to eat her before Sunday evening.

The slap of Mark’s dick cracking into my clit made me shudder. I groaned and gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as I tongued Mary’s pussy faster and faster. This was so wrong. My fingers dug into the bed sheets.

I was married and being fucked on my honeymoon.

“Yes,” I gasped into Mary’s pussy as the pleasure spasmed through me.

My pussy convulsed about Mark’s dick as I came like a wild whore. I thrust my tongue deep into Mary’s hot flesh. I moaned as I savored his cock slamming over and over into my climaxing pussy, keeping the pleasure alive.

“Oh, you wicked slut,” groaned Mary. “Mmm, yes. Cum on my stallion’s dick, you married hussy. You love it.”

“I do,” I groaned, my body drinking in the pleasure.

“Shit, Mare, she’s a hot fuck,” growled Mark. His words made me feel so wild.

I flicked my tongue up to Mary’s clit as the pleasure died within me. Mark’s dick kept churning through me, keeping my bliss alive. My fingers clenched and relaxed on the sheets as I loved the friction of his dick fucking my married cunt and the slap of his balls on my clit.

“Keep licking me right there, slut,” hissed Mary between licks of Leah’s cunt.

“Yes, make her cum,” moaned Leah as she writhed on Mary’s face.

The blonde’s words spurred me on. I wanted to make Mary cum and show the blonde I was wild. I don’t know why the idea seized me, but it had. It drove me to lick and suck with a frenetic desire. I moaned as I pleasured Mary.

She spasmed. Her thighs tightened about my head. Spicy, sweet juices flooded my mouth as the auburn-haired beauty drowned me with her musk. She moaned and spasmed into Leah’s pussy as her orgasm shot through her.

“I love watching you cum,” groaned Mark, his hands clenching on my hips. His thrusts were so hard, so wonderful.

“Cum in the slut,” moaned Leah. “Do it, Sir. Flood her cunt. Give it to the married whore.”

“Yes,” I begged, emboldened by Leah’s words. “Please, cum in me. Flood me.”

“Fuck her hard,” moaned Mary.

“Naughty filly,” Mark growled behind me. His dick slammed into my depths.

My eyes widened as his hot cum shot into my married pussy. It was so wrong and so amazing all at the same time. My husband was in the honeymoon suite while I had another man flooding his jizz into my cunt.

A second orgasm exploded through my body.

I screamed my pleasure into Mary’s cunt. My pussy clenching on Mark’s cock, milking the last of his cum into my depths. I rubbed my face through Mary’s cunt as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me. Stars burst before my eyes as I shuddered.

“You wild slut,” moaned Leah. “Oh, that was so hot. Mmm, I’m going to cum so hard.”

I grinned up at her, licking my lips stained with Mary’s juices, then I leaned down and buried my face back into her pussy. I wanted to make Mary cum just as hard as I had while Leah watched. I wanted to prove I was a wild slut.

Mark’s dick slammed deep into me. He groaned a final time before pulling out of me.

I shuddered as his cum ran out of my suddenly empty pussy. savored the hot delight leaking out of me before I slipped a finger up into Mary’s pussy. Her hot flesh clenched about my probing delight. She moaned and bucked.

It wasn’t enough for her.

I shoved a second finger into her cunt, delighting in the feel of her tight walls sucking wetly at my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her depths. My tongue found her clit. I flicked at the hard nub and enjoyed the coos of pleasure bursting her lips.

Mary writhed on the bed. Her hips bucked and humped against my licking lips. I fingered her faster and faster, fucking her, making her body shudder beneath me. Her perky tits bounced as she writhed on the bed.

“Oh, yes, you married slut,” gasped Mary.

“Come on her lips like the naughty filly you are,” Mark groaned.

“God, yes.” Mary shuddered and moaned into Leah’s cunt.

“Oh, you’re making her cum again,” praised Leah. “You wild slut.”

I smiled at I nuzzled my lips into Mary’s folds. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers as she shuddered and bucked. The bed creaked, the headboard banging into the wall. I drank the juices flooding out around my fingers, licking up every drop.

Then I pulled my fingers out of her depths and hungrily licked them clean.

“Mmm, that was great,” Mary purred as she slid out from Leah. Mary cupped my face and gave me a hot, quick kiss. “Why don’t you finish Leah off and let me lick that sweet cum out of your pussy.”

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Leah purred as she turned and settled her ass down on the bed.

Mary moved behind me. I gasped as her tongue dived into my pussy. She licked Mark’s cum out of my depths. I shuddered and didn’t fight as Leah seized my dark hair and pulled me between her thighs. My eyes rolled in my head as I savored Mary licking a man’s jizz out of my married cunt.

“Devour me, wild slut,” moaned Leah.

I noticed the triangle of brown hair on her pudenda, the rest of her lips shaved bare. “So not a natural blonde, Leah?”

“Don’t you know? Blondes have all the fun!” Leah laughed.

She grabbed my dull, boring brown hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. She had a delicious, tart flavor. Leah moaned in appreciation as I lapped at her cunt. I loved the flavor of her pussy as I stared up at her face twisting in delight.

I guess it was true about blondes and fun, because Leah sounded like she was having so much of it as my tongue explored her wet cunt.

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