CHAPTER 4 #3
The two married women arranged themselves on the broad sectional couch, lying flat on their backs, their legs spread wide, their bare shoulders pressed tight against each other.
Jayla reached out and found Tamara’s hand, their fingers intertwining tightly. They looked at each other, two respected, beautiful women who had completely abandoned every societal rule, every marital vow, and every boundary of modesty in the pursuit of absolute, unbridled pleasure.
Drew stood over them like a dark god of destruction, slowly stroking his thick, erect shaft as he looked down at their glistening, open bodies.
He knelt between them on the edge of the couch.
He leaned down first toward Tamara, burying his face between her pale thighs, his tongue sliding through her pink folds with long, deep strokes that made her arch her back and scream.
At the exact same time, his right hand reached over to Jayla, two of his thick fingers sliding deep into her wet, gaped channel, pumping her rhythmically.
Then, he switched. He moved his mouth over to Jayla, sealing his lips around her swollen clit, sucking and licking with a ferocious intensity that made her squeeze Tamara’s hand until her knuckles popped.
His left hand moved to Tamara, his broad fingers sliding effortlessly into her open core, driving her wild.
When both women were weeping and begging for mercy, Drew finally stood up.
He aligned the head of his shaft with Jayla’s entrance once again and drove his full, massive length deep into her core in one single, smooth, unyielding thrust.
"AH!" Jayla screamed into the quiet room, her head tossing back as he bottomed out.
Drew fucked her hard, fast, and deep, his heavy testicles slapping loudly against her ass cheeks with every single stroke. The sound of their joining was deafening in the luxury suite.
"Spank my pussy with that dick, Drew!" Jayla begged frantically, her hands gripping the couch cushions. "Spank me with it and then fuck me harder!"
Drew pulled his shaft completely free, the wet head emerging with a loud pop.
He held his heavy cock like a club and slapped the thick, flared head repeatedly against her swollen clit and open lips.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The wet, sharp impacts echoed through the room, turning her flesh a deep, rosy red.
Then, with a low, primal growl, he slammed his full length back inside her, resuming his relentless, punishing pace.
Tamara lay right beside them, her hand moving frantically between her own legs, her blue eyes wide and glazed as she watched her best friend take every inch of the massive black shaft.
"God damn, Drew..." Tamara panted, her voice trembling with intense excitement. "You are fucking the absolute shit out of her... Gray could never fuck her like this... Mark could never fuck me like this..."
Jayla came again, a long, deep, whimpering climax that clamped her walls around his girth so tightly that Drew let out a harsh, guttural groan.
He pulled free from Jayla’s soaking body and immediately shifted his weight over Tamara. He lined up his glistening shaft with her pink, open hole and drove home with the exact same relentless, uncompromising force.
He pounded Tamara without mercy, his face buried in the side of her neck, calling her his good little suburban slut while she sobbed and screamed his name into the quiet room.
Her pale breasts bounced wildly with every brutal impact.
White cream gathered at the base of Drew’s shaft, forming a rich, frothy lather where their bodies slammed together.
Jayla stayed right beside them, her fingers working her own hyper sensitive clit, watching in absolute awe as her best friend took the physical beating of her life.
After fifteen minutes of pure, uninterrupted destruction, Drew’s thrusts suddenly became short, erratic, and unbelievably heavy. His back muscles locked up, his breath hitching sharply in his chest.
"On your knees!" Drew barked, pulling his shaft free from Tamara’s body with a wet rush. "Both of you! Right fucking now!"
Jayla and Tamara scrambled off the sectional couch instantly, dropping to their knees side by side on the carpet between his feet, their faces turned upward, their mouths open wide like desperate nestlings.
Drew stood over them, his massive shaft held in his hand, his thumb working the swollen head in fast, frantic strokes.
"I am going to cum all over your pretty married faces," Drew growled, his voice thick and rough. "Open up for my load."
A fraction of a second later, the first massive, violent rope of hot, thick white seed blasted from his shaft, shooting across Tamara’s pale cheek and splashing over Jayla’s waiting tongue.
Pulse.
Another heavy stream shot forth, painting Jayla’s nose, lips, and chin in a thick coat of white heat.
Pulse.
Drew groaned loudly, his hips twitching as pulse after heavy pulse of his warm release rained down upon them, painting both women in a sticky, glistening blanket of absolute dominance.
The thick white seed covered their lips, their cheeks, their foreheads, and their tongues, binding them together in a shared mark of total surrender.
When the final drop landed gently on Tamara’s trembling bottom lip, Drew collapsed back onto the leather sectional, his broad chest heaving, his dark skin shining with a heavy coat of sweat.
Jayla and Tamara turned to face each other on the floor.
Without a word, they leaned in close, their tongues coming out to gently lick the warm, thick seed from each other's faces, sharing a long, slow, filthy kiss that tasted of Drew’s ultimate victory.
They crawled back onto the couch, settling between his long legs, and used their soft tongues and warm mouths to clean his softening shaft, working every inch of his skin until he was completely spotless.
Jayla leaned her chin on his broad knee, pressing a soft kiss against his dark skin. "Thank you, Mr. Girth. You really live up to your name."
Tamara licked a tiny bead of sweat from his cut abdominal muscles, her blue eyes shining with quiet adoration. "The absolute best dick either of us has ever had in our entire lives."