Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn’t let myself be distracted. This was Libra’s place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was ‘her’ guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla’s earlier romp of course.
Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.
“I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!” Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.
In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was ‘that’ kind of woman and they’d given Marla a tough time because of it – or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister… and aunt.
When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.
Libra’s fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers’s women and their arias.
“What was that?” Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.
“That was an orgasm,” Marla snickered. “I warned you that Cael punched all my buttons.”
“Libra, have you been faking it all these years?” Brooke gasped.
“Mmmm… yeah – I guess I have,” Libra panted. “That was niccccce,” she murmured. “Cael, do it again.”
“No way,” Brooke grabbed my arm. “It is my turn!” So much for not wanting to have sex with me.
Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn’t let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra’s cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other’s faces in no time.
The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn’t stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.
“What are you doing?” Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She squinted again, but didn’t fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.
“I don’t like that,” Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.
“You don’t want to do what you’ve done – with him, Brooke,” I murmured. “You want to do something new; something that says you’ve moved on.” She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position – which she claimed ‘not to do’.
She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn’t know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn’t romantic – I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.
‘Fucks’ didn’t gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.
I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from ‘in control and basic’ to urging me to ‘do what I will’ to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.
My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke’s orgasms. I didn’t really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.
The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.
“Happy,” Brooke sighed dreamily.
“I can tell,” Libra was a bit peeved.
“Trent who?” Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she’d be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.
Women, don’t thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?
“Come home with me, Cael,” Brooke said between tongue tussles.
“Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?” I reminded her – of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.
“Me next,” Marla beamed.
“I’m not a carnival ride,” I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn’t help me negotiate later.
“How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I’ve really missed the way it turned you on,” I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke’s libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn’t let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.
I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want – namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.
When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.
“We’ve decided I’ll go next,” Libra purred.
“Oh,” I stopped. “I’ll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash.”
“Wait,” Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here,” I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. “I’m here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn’t deserve any part of that.”
“If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I’m gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her – thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want,” I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I’d have been nailing her until 10:45.
If it was just Marla – ditto. Brooke – ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn’t get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn’t hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.
They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives – namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.
“Thank you, Cael,” Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. “Please stay.”
“If you really want to have sex with Marla, I’ll understand,” Libra conceded.
Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading – something only ‘those’ kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.
Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.
“Damn Marla,” I teased. “Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?”
“I find it awkward to ask,” Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. “Aaahhh – this only reminds me more of how much I’ve missed you.”
“Try not to make me cum before I’m ready,” I begged Marla – points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner’s orgasm is an orgasm of her own.
“Ah – ah – ah, I’ll try,” Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.
“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla’s butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.
I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.
“Are you okay?” Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla’s ass.
“Ummm,” I sounded embarrassed. “My leg is killing me… I can’t… ummm… it is embarrassing.”
“What is it?” Brooke insisted.