Chapter 55

I never knew until today what the fuck the etiquette is for taking clothes off during sex. I’ve always done things in a rush, pushing my panties aside, only yanking off my top when it got in the way… striptease, all that elaborate shit, it wasn’t for me. Nor for Mariana. But there, when we started stripping Diana’s clothes off, it was different. Mariana and I just went quiet, staring. Her body took it all with this absurd calm, like being naked in front of us two was the most natural thing in the world.

I wasn’t sure if I should take mine off or not. Neither of them made a move to rip off my little nightie — Marian because she was glued to the novelty of the day, and Diana because, slow as always, she didn’t even seem to think about it. In the end, I figured it was best to just get the indecision over with:

“Guys, let’s just strip everything off, fuck it!”

And that was that. In seconds, whatever fabric was left hit the floor, and the three of us were totally naked, skin against skin, nothing left to hide.

Diana was all shaved, but you could already see new fuzz starting to grow, a detail that made it even more real and hot. Mariana, on the other hand, was naturally hairy. She used a trimmer to keep the hair short; she never liked razors. It wasn’t laziness, it was just her style: she’d trim the edges a bit, tidy up the mound, and done. A stark contrast between the three of us, each with her own way.

To Mariana’s disappointment, it was Diana who pulled me first. I didn’t miss the chance: I looked at Mariana and let out a naughty little giggle, in the best “she prefers me” style. Mariana, laughing in frustration, cursed me under her breath through gritted teeth.

I fell on top of Diana on the bed, and the kiss was mind-blowing. Her mouth glued to mine with a hunger that left me dizzy. Tongues tangled, wet, hot, fighting for space. Her breath hit my face, ragged, and I gave myself completely, moaning into her mouth. Our bodies rubbed without control. My tits squeezed against hers, hard nipples scraping, pulling sighs. Her legs spread and locked around my waist, holding me there. With every move, the heat between our mouths spread through my whole body.

Her hands roamed my skin nonstop: back, ass, thighs, up and down like she wanted to feel every inch of me. The kiss wasn’t just a kiss — it was like she was trying to swallow me whole.

There was a moment when she did it like a guy would: she grabbed the back of my head and, without ceremony, pushed me down. I tried to stop at her tits, kissing, sucking those hard nipples, but the slut in bed had nothing slow about her. She used both hands and, laughing, shoved my head further down.

“Go down, come on… don’t tease, Jujube, I want your mouth.”

Holy fuck… that filled me with lust right then. The way she said it, firm, demanding, almost ordering, got me soaked on the spot.

As I got into position, Mariana was already behind me, running her hands over my ass, following along. When I got on all fours to eat Diana, I felt Mariana exploring every inch of my body. She knew me better than I knew myself — she knew exactly what to do with me.

I’ve always liked being spread open, like really split in two, no bullshit. And Mariana knew that. She’d spread my ass cheeks with her hands, then close them, and blow right in the middle. That fucked me up. Every time she did it, I’d lose focus, forget what I was doing, and moan loud, shaking just from the hot breath on my asshole. Diana pulled me toward her, Mariana tortured me from behind, and there I was in the middle, going crazy, not knowing if I should obey, moan, or pass out.

When I reached Diana’s pussy, she didn’t want any waiting, didn’t give me time for games. She wanted to feel it right away, and I knew how she liked it — I dove in hard, sucking eagerly, pulling her clit until I heard that husky moan. Diana’s always been one of those delicate little rich girls, but in bed she liked pressure, so I went at it like I was sucking out her soul.

Meanwhile, Mariana, naughty as ever, got down behind me and started licking slow, teasing every inch of me, from my ass down to my clit. Her tongue slid up slow, hot, making me shiver all over. I couldn’t hold it, my legs started shaking, I lost the rhythm on Diana’s pussy, almost freezing up, panting.

“Fuck, I can’t eat like this, damn it, Mariana!” I moaned, accidentally nipping Diana’s clit from all the tension.

“Nobody told you to get in the middle…” Mariana laughed, naughty, her mouth still glued to me.

Diana just moaned and ground, rubbing her pussy even harder on my mouth, pulling my hair, wanting it all, no mercy.

“Fuck, this isn’t gonna work! Come here, help me out…” I complained, gasping.

Seriously, I can’t eat anyone out with somebody at the same time going down on me. Sixty-nine is one thing, it’s me and the person, but three people together, the lust is on a level where you can’t hold the wave. My body was almost shutting down on its own from all the pleasure.

I grabbed Mariana by the neck, firm, and pulled her close. She got it right away, threw herself next to me with that devilish look she gets when she loves the filth, shoving her face right into Diana’s pussy with me.

“I’ll want this later,” she laughed against my skin, licking the side of my mouth smeared with Diana, spreading that hot pussy taste between us. “You guys do this to me after?”

“Okay… but now eat with me!” I practically ordered, and Mariana obeyed, diving in.

The scene was dirty, delicious. The two of us with our mouths stuck on Diana’s wet pussy, her tongue sliding underneath while I sucked her clit hard, coordinated like we’d rehearsed. Diana moaned loud, pulling our hair with both hands, grinding on our faces like she wanted to bury herself in us.

Mariana went further: she shoved two fingers in at once, hard, and I felt Diana’s pussy pulse on my face. The blonde arched all the way, her body shaking while our tongues met now and then in the middle, tangled, swapping wet kisses full of her taste. I moaned into Diana’s pussy, and Mariana did the same, like it was a competition for who gave more pleasure.

“Oh, fuck… like this I’m gonna come, shit!” Diana yelled, loud and shameless, her moan echoing in the room.

We sucked even harder, Mariana thrusting her fingers deeper, me pulling her clit like I was drawing out every drop of pleasure. Our eyes met in the middle, our mouths met in a pussy-smeared kiss, and then back to biting, licking, sucking without stopping.

Diana couldn’t take it. Her body tensed, her leg kicked against the bed, and she came hard, loud and scandalous, almost screaming, grinding out of control while we kept going without mercy. Her pussy squirted hot on Mariana’s fingers, who laughed in the middle of the kiss we were swapping, licking me any which way.

“Come on, fuck, come all over our faces!” I said breathless, and she screamed even louder, her whole body shaking, coming again. The room filled with that strong pussy smell mixed with our heavy breathing.

“She came again?” Mariana whispered in my ear, her voice hoarse.

“She comes so easy…” I replied, and stole a quick kiss from her mouth. The salty taste was still there, delicious. “Hey… wanna scissor?”

“Yeah…” she said with that wicked smile that only got me wetter.

Diana collapsed to the side of the mattress, exhausted, naked, her skin still glistening with sweat. She watched us with that look of disbelief, between tired and turned on, biting her lips while breathing deep, trying to pull herself together.

Mariana and I got into position on the mattress. First came the nervous laughs, then the rush to fit together. When our legs finally intertwined, I felt the pressure of her mound against mine. The contact was direct, no barriers — my smooth, shaved pussy against her short, rough hair. The sensation shot through me like a jolt: every strand scraping my sensitive skin ramped up the lust, made everything rougher, more real.

We started grinding, the rhythm clumsy at first, until we found the right fit. Hips against hips, wet pussies sliding on each other. The friction made my clit throb so hard it felt like it would burst. Every move arched my body, my tits bouncing, my mouth open, unable to hold back the moans.

The smell of sex got even stronger. I ground hard, moaning loud, feeling the heat of Mariana’s pussy stuck to mine, her hair scraping and setting my skin on fire. The built-up horniness from the whole night hit all at once.

I came hard, but it wasn’t just any orgasm. It was one of those that builds from deep down, ripping through, rising in waves that made me lose control of my whole body. I gasped loud, unable to hold the sound, and clung to Mariana’s legs like they were my anchor. My fingers dug into her skin, nails scratching, while my hips moved on their own, slamming against hers, grinding my pussy until it hurt from all the pleasure.

Moans spilled out unfiltered, loud, dirty, my voice dragging, filling the room. I didn’t give a shit if Diana or the whole building heard, I had to let it out. My whole body shook in spasms, every muscle reacting to that overwhelming pleasure.

With every rub, I felt my clit pulsing, swollen, like it was gonna explode. The friction of my smooth pussy against Mariana’s short hair drove me wild, because every scrape gave an extra sting, burning and delicious at the same time. Her hot skin glued to mine ramped up the feeling of being consumed whole. The orgasm came in waves — one, two, three — each one leaving me weaker, but hornier to keep going. I moaned deep, gasped, my mouth open unable to close, eyes rolling back. The heat rose through my belly, my chest, until it prickled my scalp.

And even while coming, I didn’t want to stop. I pressed even harder into Mariana, gluing my pussy to hers, trying to stretch out that electric shock, sucking every second of pleasure until the last bit of strength. When I finally collapsed, still shaking, my body was soaked in sweat, my legs jelly, and my heart pounding like it would jump out of my mouth.

I didn’t even see if Mariana came, and fuck it, I just wanted to die.

And from the corner, Diana watched us, eyes wide, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing — and probably already thinking she’d be next again.