Chapter 11

Once the initial shock wore off, the memory of the little party reignited the fire inside me. Manu had already called me to the bedroom twice, and this time, without hesitating, I got up and followed her.

“Are we gonna fuck him?”

“Obviously, right?” she replied, with that mischievous grin.

“Who’s going first?”

The conversation that started in the living room ended in the bedroom, where the “god-man” was lying on the bed, patient, waiting for our return.

“Even or odd?”

“Even!” I shouted at the reflection.

“Odd!”

“ONE DOLACI, LET’S GO!”

“Shit, I lost!” Manu grumbled, throwing her head back, all indignant.

The man laughed from the bed, crossing his arms behind his head, clearly enjoying the situation.

“Look, I’ve imagined women fighting to fuck me, but drawing zero or one? That’s a first.”

The laughter was inevitable. We threw ourselves on him, laughing, eager hands tangling, exploring, without any hesitation left.

“Handsome, shut up!” Manu teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Come shut me up!” he shot back, a lazy smile on his lips.

“Oh yeah? Gonna play tough with me?”

Without any more warnings, Manu turned her back and just plunged her ass onto his face, sitting on it like she owned the throne. It was impossible not to notice the exact moment his tongue found her — the way her body shuddered, her legs wobbled, and she had to steady herself on his stomach to keep from losing balance.

“Friend… either sit on his face or sit on his cock!” she tried to grumble, her voice already thick with pleasure.

I looked down, eyeing his cock, still semi-hard, and positioned myself over him. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the weight, the hot texture pulsing between my fingers. It was, without a doubt, the biggest I’d ever seen. I climbed up his body, my belly sliding over his warm skin, settling first below his navel, feeling that throbbing heat against me.

My hand probed my own hole, preparing the way, feeling the wetness drip between my fingers. His cock pulsed beneath me, and I knew I had to take my time. When I finally pressed the tip against the tight entrance of my pussy, a violent shiver shot up my spine.

My mouth parted, my eyes rolled back slowly.

And then, I sat down.

The first slide was slow, a delicious stretch that made me hold my breath. My body gave way inch by inch, feeling the hot pressure fill me bit by bit. My nails dug into his thigh, my breath caught in my throat as that thick cock forced its way in, making space, filling me in a way that left me dizzy.

I sank a little more, moaning low, every nerve in my body igniting. The initial sting mixed with the throbbing pleasure of being filled, of feeling that girth invade me, pushing me to the edge.

When I finally sat all the way down, with him buried to the hilt inside me, I let out a shaky sigh, my head falling back. My body took a few seconds to adjust to the invasion, to absorb that whole massive volume. Then, when I could move, I started grinding slow, feeling him slide inside me, hitting deep spots that made me lose control. The heat, the slick sensation, and that perfect thickness had me moaning loud, no shame, slamming my hips against him harder. The man grunted beneath me, gripping my waist, guiding my rhythm. My hands slid up to my own breasts, pinching my hard nipples as I felt my body dissolve into pleasure.

Manu, still sitting on his face, looked at me, laughing and biting her lip.

“Fuck, friend… feels good, huh? But drop the phone already!”

But I couldn’t respond anymore. I just wanted to keep riding, bouncing, surrendering to that insane horniness. That’s when I realized I was still clutching the phone in my hand, like my mind had split between the pleasure and the teasing.

“Here, Manu… take a pic of me.”

I couldn’t control myself, just kept rocking back and forth, feeling that cock slide, pull out and plunge back in, filling me to my limit. Manu grabbed the phone with difficulty, still perched on his face, trying to keep her balance as her own body shook from his tongue’s movements.

“Friend… turn around… don’t show your face.”

The idea was brilliant. Without pulling him out, I spun on my axis, feeling that cock twist inside me, poking different spots, ripping an unexpected moan from me. I leaned forward, hands on his knees, arching my ass up for the camera. The camera clicks and flashes made me tremble even more. I knew what those shots captured: my ass up high, my skin hot and goosebumped, that thick cock buried balls-deep inside me.

“Can you send it?” Manu asked, her voice hoarse, eyes gleaming with excitement.

My breath hitched for a second, my whole body shaking as a hot wave built in the core of my belly.

“Yeah… send that to the cuck… that son of a bitch…” I moaned, feeling every cell in my body burn as I said it.

My own loss of control caught me off guard. The pleasure hit me like an electric shock, an internal earthquake that had me moaning loud, out of control, as the orgasm shook me to my core.

But it didn’t stop.

Still trembling, I felt my body react again before I could even recover. Manu, laughing while still holding the phone, smacked my ass hard, making my skin sting and sending a shiver straight to my core. The impact echoed inside, and his cock, still hard in me, pulsed along with it.

“Fuck, friend… again?” Manu teased, but her voice was thick with lust.

I couldn’t think straight anymore, just knew my body wouldn’t quit. With a surge, I started moving again, riding faster, feeling that cock tear into me so good, the friction building with every thrust. My legs were jelly, thigh muscles quivering, and the sensation of being totally filled just ramped up my desperate pleasure.

Each new thrust was a jolt, a push into the abyss. My fingers clawed the sheets, my head spun, and then I felt it. The built-up pressure burst again, harder, wetter.

I came again.

My back arched, a desperate moan tore from my throat, and I felt my own juices gush out, soaking everything, drenching his skin, wetting my thighs. My body shook so hard I could barely hold myself up on him, the spasms still consuming me, dragging out the orgasm until I lost all strength.

Manu whispered, awestruck, as the phone kept recording it all.

But I couldn’t move anymore. I collapsed forward, feeling that cock slip out of me along with a hot flood of all the fluids we’d made. The trapped air escaped too, letting out a little pussy fart that echoed in the room.

The silence lasted a second.

Then we burst into laughter.

“Fuck, friend!” Manu was crying with laughter.

“Shut up, it was the damn vacuum!” I tried to justify, but I was already spent.

I flopped onto my side on the bed, laughing, still feeling the aftershocks. But suddenly, something poked my ass. A light, bold touch.

I tensed up immediately.

“Get out of there, fuck!” she yelled, making me squirm and laugh at the same time.

“Let me now!” Manu protested, already impatient.

I could only laugh, too drained for anything else. Rolling to the side, I crawled up to nestle against the guy’s chest, watching from the front row as she took her turn. My body still trembled, my breathing ragged, but my eyes didn’t miss a detail of what came next.

“Take the pic, friend, but don’t get my face…” Manu asked, already straddling him.

“Record a video, even better!”

I shifted to the side, aiming the phone’s camera, while she positioned herself facing him, gripping that thick cock with one hand and rubbing the swollen head against her own dripping entrance, slick with desire.

Then, with a direct look at the lens, she sat down.

The head slid in slow, parting her pussy with a perfect fit, and Manu closed her eyes, biting her lips, feeling every inch sink into her. Her thighs quivered slightly, but she held steady.

And then, in one decisive motion, she dropped all the way.

His cock vanished completely inside her, her hot wet flesh swallowing him to the base. Manu threw her head back, hair cascading over her shoulders, a hoarse moan escaping her throat. Her hands went behind, bracing on his thigh for balance. With a slow, deliberate grind, she started riding, back arched, tits bouncing to the rhythm of her thrusts.

But she didn’t stop there.

With a strong push, Manu planted her feet on the bed, rising fully upright over him, knees slightly bent, thigh muscles taut. The position highlighted every curve of her body, the perfect outline of their connection, the way her hips rose and fell, engulfing and releasing the thick cock in a rhythmic, hypnotic motion.

The sound of wet slaps echoed through the room, mixed with her ragged breaths, his moans, the camera’s clicks capturing every second. She rode like a goddess, intense, dominant, eyes lost in pleasure as the cock slid deliciously in and out of her soaked pussy. Manu sped up, feet planted firm on the mattress, bouncing with precision, feeling each deep thrust rip through her core with ecstasy. Her body moved like a wave, breasts swaying, hair sticking to her sweaty skin.

The moans turned to disjointed words, until, with one final violent drop, she froze, holding her body in the air as she came hard, clenching around him, eyes rolling back, a muffled scream caught in her throat.

The scene was surreal.

Meanwhile, I was making out with him. The kisses were intense, urgent, a clash of heat consuming us without room for control. He pulled me hard, lips glued to mine, exploring my mouth with insatiable hunger. His tongue slid possessively, dancing with mine, sucking, nibbling, while his fingers dug into my waist, holding me tight, like he was afraid I’d bolt.

The taste was sweat, desire, and pure lust. Every breath was a stifled moan, lost between our wet kisses, between the eager touches sliding over my body without hesitation. I felt his heat, the way he trembled against me, surrendered, lost, as his mouth trailed down my jaw, my neck, leaving hot trails that made my core clench with raw need.

The sex needed a new break.