Chapter 55
I never knew until today what the fuck the etiquette is for taking off clothes during sex. I always did things in a rush, pushing my panties aside, only taking off my top when it got in the way… striptease, all that elaborate shit, wasn't for me. Nor for Mariana. But there, when we started stripping Diana, it was different. Mariana and I went quiet, just staring. Her body accepting it all with this absurd ease, like being naked in front of both of us was the most natural thing in the world.
I didn't know if I should take mine off or not. Neither of them made a move to pull off my little nightie—Mariana 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 better to just settle the indecision:
"Girls, let's just strip everything off at once, fuck it!"
And that was that. In seconds, whatever fabric was left hit the floor, and the three of us were completely naked, skin against skin, with nothing left to hide.
Diana was all shaved, but you could already see a fresh fuzz growing in, 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, 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 in 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, was cursing me under her breath through gritted teeth.
I fell on top of Diana on the bed, and the kiss was mind-blowing. Her mouth stuck 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 over completely, moaning into her mouth. Our bodies rubbed without control. My chest pressed against hers, hard nipples scraping, drawing out sighs. Her legs spread open and hooked around my waist, pinning me there. With every move, the heat from our mouths spread through my whole body.
Her hands explored my skin nonstop: back, ass, thighs, sliding 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 put her hand on my head and, without ceremony, pushed me down. I tried to stop at her tits, kissing, sucking the hard nipples, but the slut in bed had nothing slow about her. She used both hands and, laughing, pushed my head further down.
"Go down, come on… don't tease, Jully, I want your mouth."
Holy fuck… that filled me with lust right then. The way she said it, firm, asking, almost ordering, got me wet 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 out, 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 shit 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 wasn't having any waiting, didn't give me time to play. 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 raspy 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 and hot, making me shiver all over. I couldn't hold back, my legs started shaking, I lost my rhythm on Diana's pussy, almost freezing up, panting.
"Fuck, I can't eat her like this, shit, Mariana!" I moaned, accidentally nipping Diana's clit from all the tension.
"Nobody told you to get in the middle…" Mariana laughed, naughty, with her mouth still glued to me.
Diana just moaned and ground harder, rubbing her pussy even more 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 someone else going down on me at the same time. Sixty-nine is one thing, it's just me and the person, but three people together, the lust is on a level where you can't hold it together. My body was almost shutting down on its own from all the pleasure.
I grabbed Mariana by the back of the neck, firm, and pulled her close. She got it right away, threw herself down next to me with that devilish look she gets when she loves the dirtiness, shoving her face straight into Diana's pussy with me.
"I'm gonna 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 two do this to me after?"
"Yeah… but suck with me now!" I practically ordered, and Mariana obeyed, diving in.
The scene was dirty, delicious. The two of us with our mouths glued to Diana's wet pussy, her tongue sliding in from below while I sucked her clit hard, coordinated like we'd rehearsed it. 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, thrusting hard, and I felt Diana's pussy pulse against my face. The blonde arched all the way, her body shaking while our tongues met now and then in the middle, tangled, exchanging wet kisses full of her taste. I moaned into Diana's pussy, and Mariana did the same, like it was a competition to see who could give more pleasure.
"Oh, fuck… like this I'm gonna cum, shit!" Diana yelled, shameless and loud, her moan echoing in the room.
We sucked even harder, Mariana fingering 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 sloppy pussy-flavored kiss, and then back to biting, licking, sucking without stopping.
Diana couldn't take it. Her body went rigid, 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 sharing, licking me any which way.
"Go on, fuck, cum all over our faces!" I said breathless, and she screamed even louder, her whole body shaking, cumming again. The room filled with that strong pussy smell mixed with our heavy breathing.
"She came again?" Mariana whispered in my ear, her voice husky.
"She cums 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 flopped to the corner 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 she breathed 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 it all more raw, 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 pressed to mine, her hairs scraping and setting my skin on fire. All the pent-up horniness from the whole night came rushing out 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 in the sound, and clung to Mariana's legs like they were my lifeline. My fingers dug into her skin, nails scratching, while my hips moved on their own, slamming against hers, rubbing my pussy until it hurt from the pleasure.
Moans poured 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 hairs drove me wild, because every scrape gave an extra sting, sharp and delicious at the same time. Her hot skin pressed 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 hanging open, unable to close, eyes rolling back. The heat rose through my belly, my chest, until it prickled my scalp.
And even while cumming, I didn't want to stop. I pressed even harder against 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 slick with sweat, my legs jelly, and my heart pounding like it was gonna 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.