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Even as she wondered, Brian’s purple head exploded in her hand. Ivory white semen hosed everything in front of him, spattering Merci’s face, her cleavage, her black dress and long hair.

She’d been leaving Ed’s dick to swallow Brian at the moment of the explosion, but now she reversed course just in time for Ed to fire into her open mouth. Her lips snapped closed, but not quite in time. The salty liquid squirted into the roof of her mouth and ricocheted down to her tongue. There seemed to be no end to it as he continued to spurt all over her body.

Merci closed her eyes and accepted the spray on her cheeks, breasts and dress, continuing to pump both men’s dicks. She couldn’t remember when she’d had more fun. Sometimes it just felt good to get dirty and act like a slut.

She pumped, she laughed and she sucked, completely confident that the best was yet to come.

Chapter Forty Five

Liv

Liv parked on the street in front of Chris’ house before reaching into the back seat for her bag of accessories. She took out the pith helmet and placed it on the seat beside her. Then she pulled out the khaki shirt and stripped out of her still open blouse.

The shirt had clearly been bought for Chris in his role as the Great White Hunter, but Liv could make it serve her purpose tonight. She pulled it on and secured just a few buttons. It was way too large and gaped open in a helpful fashion. Chris wouldn’t be able to help but notice her bright red bra.

She checked her bag again to make certain the other items were present and then tossed her cell phone in on top. It was time to test Chris’ basic intelligence. Liv was betting he would flunk.

Liv got out of the car and put on the helmet. It was a little big for her, but necessary for the role. Then she picked up her bag and closed the door.

Chris answered before she had to ring twice.

“Oh, no,” he said when he saw her.

Liv flashed him her sweetest smile. “Merci and I have been watching movies,” she announced. “She’s sent me ahead to prepare the reenactment.”

“Reenactment?” Chris asked. He still had not moved out of the doorway to let her enter.

“I think she plans to edit the script,” Liv told him. “I’m just supposed to help set the scene and make nice.” She screwed her face into a grimace. “Frankly, I would just as soon you told me to get lost so you and Merci can break up and end this farce.”

Chris studied Liv’s face for a moment, then stepped back to let her enter. “Come in, Liv.”

She stepped past him into the house, passing close enough to smell the whiskey on him—both in his breath and in his pores. It was just like it had been all those years ago, only this time, Liv wasn’t drunk as well.

“So what exactly is it Merci wants us to do?” Chris asked.

Liv shrugged. “Make nice and get ready for the Jungle Queen’s arrival.”

She saw him eyeing her outfit so she twirled around for his inspection. “You like? She bought the shirt and helmet for you but we didn’t think you’d mind if I borrowed them.”

She moved so close that her breasts brushed against him. “So are we going to do this or what?”

“Do what?” Chris asked.

Liv loved the fact that she made him feel uncomfortable. She slid her arms around his waist to exasperate the feeling. “Why each other, of course.”

Chris’ hands flexed, like he wasn’t quite certain what he should be doing with them. The expression on his face was very serious and intense. “That’s a bad idea,” he said.

“That’s what I told Merci,” Liv said, “but she has this crazy idea that sex will make us all friends again.” She edged closer, pressing her nipples against him and bringing the rest of her body into light contact with his long lean lines. An encouraging bulge protruded from Chris’ pants, pressing back against her abdomen. “She says you still want me,” she said. “I know I still want you.”

The bulge thickened against her. Chris’ hands were still opening and closing as if he kept changing his mind back and forth over what to do.

Liv moved even closer—nominally to rub her cheek against his chest, but really to press her body more firmly against his hardening cock. “She wants you to take us both,” she whispered.

Chris’ arms swooped around Liv, right encircling her back, left grasping her short hair so he could force her head back to open the path to her mouth. His kiss was rough and demanding, just like she remembered it.

Liv loved it rough, but what really excited her was the knowledge that she had him.

A couple more hours and Merci would never even look at Chris again.

Chapter Forty Six

Merci

Merci knelt on the floor and pointed her ass into the air. When Brian hesitated, she wiggled it playfully at him. She knew how sexy she looked—bare ass up high, swollen pussy peaking from between her thighs, garters and stockings framing the picture—not to mention bare nipples rubbing on the carpet in front.

The little wiggle proved all the encouragement Brian needed. He knelt behind her and shoved his hard thin cock inside her. No foreplay, no ceremony, no preparation, just bam—head to hilt in one excited motion—just the way Merci wanted it.

Earlier, Ed had taken her on her back, pushing Merci’s ankles up by her ears and driving into her like a locomotive while Brian played with her nipples. Now while Brian fucked her, Ed seemed content to watch, his spent dick looking shriveled and lonely as it lay in his lap. Fortunately for Ed’s penis, Merci wasn’t through with it yet. What was the point of fucking young studs except to make their woodies come back again and again and again? She waved the ex-linebacker over and his eyes grew bright with excitement when he realized what she wanted.

Merci’s favorite part of porn was watching a woman get it from both ends. Tonight she was going to find out what it was like. While Brian grasped her hips and thrust into her pussy from behind, Merci slurped Ed’s limp cock into her mouth. She thought she would have to work to make him hard, but a few moments of suction with her tongue swirling around had him thickening right up inside her. He was small in comparison to Chris, but then Chris really was too big for what she wanted tonight.

As soon as his erection grew sturdy enough, Ed began to pump. It took half a minute for he and Brian to find a complimentary rhythm, but oh God when they did how wonderful it felt. Two hard cocks thrust inside her, first compressing her body and then stretching her out as her lips tried to hold on to them.

Merci’s pussy tightened on Brian’s cock and she twisted her swollen nipple mercilessly between her fingers. Her whole body began to shake with her urgency. She wanted another stud on her clitoris but she had to make do with what she had. She let go of her tit and attacked her clit with her own fingers, instantly bringing herself to orgasm.

The pleasure grew too intense as she tried to ride the waves of convulsions. Ed slipped out of her mouth and she collapsed forward with her face on the floor.

Brian was not so easily evaded. He had a firm grip on her hips and he wouldn’t let her ass fall. She could feel those corded veins in his penis as he rode her g-spot with each successive thrust. Her pussy spasmed tightly around his cock, encouraging him to pump even harder.

Ed began working his cock hard in front of her, sliding his fist up and down its rigid flesh encouraging her to take him back in her mouth. She tried but the orgasms continued to rock her body. She arched her back and screamed, thrusting her breasts up at Ed.

His mouth latched on to hers, stealing her rasping breath while his tongue fucked her throat. Her fingers found his cock and squeezed it tight as if bracing herself against her continuing climaxes.

Brian’s grunting grew harsher. Ed began to thrust himself in her hand. His lips left her mouth to find her breast, slurping hard on its surface.

Merci screamed again in the pain and pleasure of a new orgasm. Brian gave a shout and joined her, pumping a new load of jism up between her legs. Ed bit harder, then came again himself, oozing cum up onto her pumping hand before it spilled down on to both their stomachs.

Brian’s weight collapsed on Merci’s shoulders, driving her forward on to Ed, who fell back onto his back. They lay panting like that, Merci sandwiched between the two of them.

Chapter Forty Seven

Chris

Chris sat on the foot of his bed with Liv straddling his knee. There was a wet spot growing on his trousers where she ground herself against him—probable cause to suspect she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Chris hadn’t had time to explore that hypothesis yet. He was too busy exploring Liv’s other treasures. Her khaki shirt was open and his mouth was busy trying to make a hicky on the top of her small pert breast. Liv threw back her head and moaned in appreciation of his efforts.

That moaning really got to Chris and he reached down to open his pants and release his stiffening cock.

Liv opened her eyes to see his growing erection, then met his gaze and grinned. “Not quite yet.”

She shoved hard against Chris’ shoulders, knocking him backward onto the bed. She leaned forward, past his erection and began to wrench his shirt off. When she got it up and over Chris’ face—effectively blindfolding him—Liv stopped pushing at it and turned her attention to other things.

She straddled his groin so that her wet pussy lips rested on Chris’ balls and leaned over to begin to lick his chest.

Chris pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the side, then grabbed Liv under the arms so he could haul her higher up and set her down hard on the end of his cock. He wasn’t thinking about Merci now—just his long standing desire to learn if this pussy was worth all the trouble it had caused him.

Liv resisted Chris’ efforts, sinking her teeth into his flesh and biting hard.

“What? Damn!”

Chris wrenched at her head but Liv just bit harder. He pictured her teeth drawing blood and ripping loose a huge chunk of his flesh, but just when he was preparing to knock her away, Liv opened her mouth and smiled wickedly at him.

“What the-”

Liv began to slide her wet lips up and down the length of Chris’ shaft. She wasn’t fucking him, just rubbing her pussy along the outside of his cock. “Merci isn’t quite ready for you to fuck me yet,” she told him. “There’s something we have to do first.”

She checked her watch. “We’d better hurry. We’re running out of time.”

Chris perked up, forgetting about the teeth marks on his chest. “Merci’s coming soon?”

“If we finish getting ready for her.”

Liv slid off of Chris’ body and left the bedroom. She reappeared a few moments later carrying her shopping bag. She set it down and removed a length of nylon rope.

“No!” Chris was completely firm. He was not letting anyone tie him up—especially not Liv.

“No?” Liv’s innocent expression turned suddenly wicked. “Good! I knew you wouldn’t do it! Now I can tell Merci you don’t want her back enough.”

She dropped the rope back into the bag making absolutely no effort to convince Chris to let her bind him. “Kiss those big beautiful breasts good bye. I guess I win.”

She picked up the bag and walked triumphantly out the door.

“Wait!”

Chris hated himself for calling out, but he really could see Liv convincing Merci to make this the condition for taking her back. They’d obviously watched the movie, and Merci had long been taken with the idea of tying him to the bed.

Liv’s broad grin seemed half triumphant and half mocking. “You are such a wimp,” she told him as she returned to the bedroom.

“I love Merci,” Chris answered.

“Well now you have a chance to prove it.”

Liv took the nylon cord out from the bag and tied one end to Chris’ right wrist and the other to the corner of the bed. Then she secured his left in the same fashion. Moving to the foot of the bed, she pulled Chris’ pants the rest of the way off and secured each ankle, leaving him spread eagle.

“Good,” she said, “now let’s test them.”

Chris pulled tentatively at each rope. The nylon stretched and dug into his flesh, but no limbs slipped free.

Liv laughed at his timid efforts. “Not like that.”

Her fingers scratched lightly up his sensitive inner thigh. “What if I told you that Merci didn’t believe me when I told her you’d fuck anything with a pussy? What if I told you she gave me a thirty minute lead to let me see if I could get you to start without her?”

Chris froze, realizing belatedly that that was all too plausible a story. Then he wrenched hard at his bindings. The ropes cut hard into his flesh but he could not pull free.

Liv laughed harder. “That would have been a good one, wouldn’t it? But don’t worry. I’ve got something much better than that in store for you.”

She slipped out of her skirt giving Chris a perfect look at her curly red bush. Then she climbed on the bed between Chris’ legs and began licking his testicles. Chris’ already hard cock turned to granite, the veins standing out prominently along its length. Liv abandoned Chris’ balls to explore those veins, delicately tracing them with the tip of her tongue.

“Would you like to hear the real plan?” Liv asked.

Chris grunted. Liv’s tongue flicking out to lick the rim of his dick felt incredible. At that moment, all that he really cared about was the feel of her tongue on his cock.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Liv told him. It was very clear that she was enjoying herself. She resumed licking her way up his body, tickling his abs, tasting his pecs, chewing on his nipples and sucking on his throat just below the chin. She reared up over him, sitting on his upper chest, knees to either side of his face.