CHAPTER 4 #2
"Tamara," Drew instructed, his voice commanding and low. "Mount me. Reverse cowgirl isn't for you yet. I want you facing me so I can watch your face break. Jayla, get between my knees. I want you licking my balls and tasting her juice while I open her up."
Tamara did not need to be told twice. Her pale, voluptuous body was trembling with absolute anticipation.
She climbed onto the leather couch, straddling Drew’s lap, her bare knees gripping his thick thighs.
She reached down with one hand, taking hold of his massive shaft, and positioned the flared head directly against her swollen, wet labia.
Jayla dropped to her knees on the floor between Drew’s feet, leaning her chin on the edge of the leather cushion. She watched with wide, fascinated eyes as her best friend began to lower herself down.
Tamara’s pink, cream covered lips stretched to an impossible width as the blunt head of Drew’s cock began to force its way inside her.
A loud, sharp gasp tore from Tamara’s throat, her fingernails digging deep into Drew’s broad shoulders as her body fought to accommodate the sheer, unnatural girth of the invasion.
A soft, wet release of trapped air escaped her entrance as the first three inches pushed deep into her core.
"Oh God... Drew..." Tamara wept, her head tossing back, her blonde hair flying wild across her back. "It is so thick... you are fucking splitting me in half..."
"Take it, you dirty little suburban slut," Drew growled, his broad hands reaching out to grab both cheeks of Tamara’s pale ass, spreading her wide open so Jayla had a front row view of the penetration. "Take every inch of this black dick."
Jayla could not contain herself. The sight of her best friend getting stretched out by the very same cock that had ruined her two nights ago drove her wildly insane.
She leaned her face forward, her tongue darting out to lick the exact point where Tamara’s pink flesh met Drew’s midnight shaft.
She lapped up the thick, warm mixture of Tamara’s natural cream and Drew’s heavy pre-cum as it squeezed out of her friend's overstretched entrance.
"Fuck, Jayla!" Tamara screamed, her hips stuttering as Jayla’s tongue flicked against her hypersensitive clit from below while Drew’s girth filled her from within. "Oh Jesus... that feels incredible!"
Drew began to work his hips from below, driving his massive length upward in heavy, rhythmic thrusts that lifted Tamara slightly off the cushion before bringing her crashing back down onto his root.
The loud, wet sound of skin slapping against skin—thwack, thwack, thwack—filled the room like a filthy drumbeat.
Tamara rode him with desperate, chaotic energy, her pale breasts bouncing wildly with every downward drop.
Her internal walls were gripping his shaft desperately, trying to fight off the immense stretch, but Drew’s power was absolute.
He pulled her down onto his pelvis again and again, burying himself to the absolute hilt until her face was buried in his neck, sobbing with pleasure.
Jayla stayed busy beneath them. On every upward stroke of Drew’s hips, her tongue swept along the glistening underside of his shaft, tasting the rich, musky heat of their joining.
On every downward stroke, she took his heavy testicles back into her mouth, sucking them gently while Tamara wailed in ecstasy above her.
After ten minutes of brutal, relentless pounding, Drew grabbed Tamara by the waist and lifted her completely off his cock.
His shaft sprang free with a wet, heavy sound, gleaming with a thick coat of white cream. Tamara collapsed onto her side on the leather couch, her legs trembling violently, her knees pulled up toward her chest.
Jayla stared at Tamara’s exposed core, her breath catching in her throat.
Tamara’s pink entrance was gaped wide open, a round, fluttering hole the size of a silver dollar that simply could not snap shut after taking such immense width. Thick, pearlescent fluid was slowly oozing from her stretched inner walls, dripping onto the dark leather of the couch.
"Look at that gape, Jayla," Drew growled, his voice thick with dark, masculine pride.
"Her hole is... it’s wide open, Drew," Jayla whispered, reached out a finger to gently trace the outer edge of Tamara’s gaping entrance. "She is completely stretched."
"Clean my dick with your tongue, Jayla," Drew ordered, "and then guide it back into her dirty little cunt."
Jayla rose to her knees immediately. She wrapped her lips around the dark, wet head of his cock, sweeping her tongue over every swollen vein, licking away every drop of her best friend's fluid until his shaft was clean and glistening once more. Then, she took hold of his heavy shaft, lined the blunt head up with Tamara’s gaping, open entrance, and pushed it back inside.
Tamara let out a loud, breathless shriek as Drew’s girth filled her once more, his hands spanked her pale ass cheeks until they were bright crimson.
Jayla did not just watch. She slid her hand down between her own legs, her fingers finding her swollen, hyper sensitive clit. She rubbed herself in tight, frantic circles, her eyes locked on the mesmerizing sight of Drew’s black shaft disappearing deep inside her best friend's pale, ruined body.
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Drew pounded Tamara for another five grueling minutes, driving his massive length into her stretched hole until a shattering, body-wrecking orgasm tore through her frame, leaving her sobbing hysterically into the sofa cushions as he yanked his glistening shaft free with a loud, wet pop.
Tamara collapsed onto her stomach, completely ruined, her body trembling as her breath came in short, ragged wheezes. She rolled her head toward Jayla, her eyes glazed over with pure filth, a sleepy, shameless smirk plastered across her flush cheeks.
"Your turn, Jayla," Drew growled, his deep voice dripping with dark, possessive command.
He shifted back on the sectional, propping his broad shoulders against the armrest and spreading his long legs wide, exposing his throbbing, vein-covered cock.
"Mount this dick reverse cowgirl. I want to watch that fat, tattooed ass bounce on my meat while Tamara eats your soaking cunt. "
Jayla’s heart hammered violently against her ribs. Without a second's hesitation, she scrambled onto the couch, straddling his heavy thighs with her bare back turned to his dark chest, ready to be split wide open.
Tamara, despite her exhaustion, dragged herself up onto her hands and knees between Jayla’s thighs. She reached out with both hands, taking hold of the thick base of Drew’s shaft, and guided the swollen head directly against Jayla’s dripping, open center.
The moment the massive head touched her labia, Jayla’s entire body shuddered.
The familiar, terrifying stretch returned instantly.
She lowered her hips slowly, inch by painful, glorious inch, feeling her internal walls expand, stretch, and yield around his immense girth until he was buried to the absolute root deep within her belly.
"Oh... fuck..." Jayla whimpered, her hands gripping her own thighs as her head fell back. "You are so huge, Drew... you fill me so completely..."
Drew did not wait for her to adjust. He reached his broad hands around her waist, locking his fingers into her hip bones, and began thrusting upward with hard, fast, relentless power.
At the exact same moment, Tamara leaned her head forward and pressed her wet, warm tongue directly against Jayla’s swollen clit.
The dual sensation was instantly explosive.
The blunt, heavy impact of Drew’s shaft slamming against her cervix from behind, combined with the soft, wet, persistent flicking of her best friend's tongue on her most sensitive peak, tore a ragged, high pitched scream from Jayla’s throat.
Her mind shattered into a thousand brilliant pieces of pure, unadulterated sensation.
"Do you like how this tight, tattooed pussy glides up and down your big black dick, Drew?" Jayla cried out, looking back over her shoulder with wild, dark eyes, her long black hair sweeping across her wet skin.
"I fucking love it, bitch," Drew growled, his thumb reaching around to press heavily against her clit while Tamara ducked lower to take his testicles into her mouth. "You take this cock better than any married slut I’ve ever fucked."
The overwhelming, double stimulation pushed Jayla straight over the edge with terrifying speed.
Her pelvic floor muscles locked up in a series of violent, uncontrollable contractions. Her internal walls clamped down on Drew’s thick shaft with such tremendous, frantic force that the sheer pressure of her climax physically pushed his massive cock right out of her body with a loud, wet sound.
A sudden, powerful surge of clear, hot fluid erupted from Jayla’s core, spraying across Tamara’s face, tongue, and chin in a heavy, continuous rush.
"Fuck!" Tamara gasped, her eyes wide as the warm spray coated her skin, but she did not pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, using her tongue to lap up every drop of Jayla’s release, licking her friend clean with deep, desperate strokes.
Jayla collapsed forward onto the couch, her arms giving out, her chest heaving violently as the violent orgasm continued to ripple through her entire frame. She lay there, trembling, completely ruined, while her best friend devoured the remaining slickness from her open, fluttering entrance.
Drew chuckled, a dark, victorious sound that vibrated through the room. "Look at you two filthy sluts. Squirting all over each other for my dick."
He gave them no time to recover. He reached out, grabbed Jayla by her arm, and pulled her upright, while simultaneously hauling Tamara up by her hair.
"Both of you on the couch," Drew instructed, his dark eyes flashing with pure, dominant fire. "Missionary. Side by side. Right fucking now."