Page 7 of 3 Times the Heat
“Fuck yeah,” Jamison grunts. “You’re drenched, sweetheart.”
Tamara lets out a squeal, trying to squeeze her thighs together when he pinches her clit, but he quickly forces them apart again before beginning to rub her.
“So responsive,” my buddy chuckles. “You have such a sensitive pussy, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpers. “Oooh, that feels so good! I love it when you touch me like this!”
“I bet you do, baby,” he smiles.
Her back arches and her body quivers as he begins leaving wet kisses all over her neck while he continues massaging her cunt. To be honest, Tamara looks like she’s having the time of her life with her tiny dress bunched up around her waist, the top part sliding down so that her big white breasts are exposed. Her legs are splayed as wide as they can go over Jamison’s lap as he plays with her pussy, and as I watch, he uses clever fingers to tease her clit out of its hood.
“Goddamn, you’re horny,” he rasps in her ear, flicking her nub with his finger. “Your clit’s so stiff, baby girl.”
But Tamara can’t hear. Her head is thrown back against his shoulder, her mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut as she whimpers and moans unabashedly. Her cunt is dripping with wetness, and the sound of Jamison rubbing her pussy fills the room along with her moaning and whining.
Dane and I are stubbornly still trying to play the game, but we can’t focus as Tamara thrashes and grunts like a needy cock slut. Even Frank is palming at his erection under the table, although I can tell he’s trying to be discreet about it. I can’t blame the dealer because I don’t think there’s a man in the world who could resist Tamara.
But then, Jamison stops abruptly, leaning to whisper in her ear.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, there’s another mole that needs to be whacked, sweetheart.”
Slowly, Tamara’s eyes open, her gaze cloudy and dazed. But her eyes fixate on Dane’s cock then, which has appeared from his fly. It’s a ten-incher that’s flushed a deep red with need, the shaft leaking copious fluids all the way down over his balls.
“Come and whack my mole, sweetheart,” Dane rasps, his blue eyes ravenous. “It needs to be buried deep.”
Tamara whines but with a little push, Jamison shoves her off his lap and towards our friend. Then, she stumbles over to Dane, allowing herself to be pulled into his lap next.
“My turn now, sweetheart. I’ll try not to be too rough,” he growls, and I already know that it’s an empty promise because Danelovesto be rough with his women.
She sits facing away from him and we all watch as his cock slowly enters her eager pussy. Tamara cries out, arching her back as she’s penetrated deep, and Dane growls his approval. The alpha male uses one hand to grab her breast and the other to hold onto her waist. He doesn’t give her any warning before beginning to lift her up and down on his cock.
“Fuck!” she screams as he begins drilling her, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust, her breasts jiggling wildly as he pounds her. “Oh my god, I’m sensitive, I—"
“You’ll be fine,” he growls, not slowing down. “You can take it, baby girl. I know you can.”
Tamara’s eyes roll into the back of her head and all she can do is grab onto his thighs, trying to keep herself steady as he fucks up into her at lightning speed. By now, we’ve given up on our card game, and Jamison and I stroke ourselves quickly, in time with Dane’s thrusts, watching as he screws Tamara’s brains out.
“Fuck this shit,” Jamison growls and squeezes his eyes shut. “She was so tight. I bet it feels amazing to be drilling her like that.”
“Her pussy’s sucking me in as if it doesn’t ever want me to pull out,” Dane grunts. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
My mouth is practically watering as I see Tamara’s pussy creaming, and her nonstop keening and mostly incoherent begging go straight to my tool, spurts of pre-come beginning to leak out. I close my eyes for just a few moments, imagining that my fist is Tamara’s pussy, and when I open my eyes again, I see that Dane has gone completely still and is holding Tamara down on his cock. She spasms around him, drooling and moaning as she twitches weakly, and seconds later, I see his come leaking out of her pussy and making a mess all over his cock.
The sight is enough to send me over the edge and I growl as I stroke myself through my climax, semen landing all over my fist. But Dane’s not done yet. My buddy reaches between Tamara’s legs and begins rubbing her clit quickly. She tenses up and lets out a scream, and just a couple of seconds later, her body begins spasming again as she squirts. The splash of clear juice is beautiful as it arcs through the air, landing with a splat on the card table.
We all let out collective groans and Jamison growls out a couple of curses as he ejaculates too, white fluid seeping all over his fist. Holy shit. The room smells of sex and there’s no sound aside from our heavy breathing. My head is spinning after my orgasm and it takes a little while for me to ground myself again. I can tell that everyone else is in the exact same state.
“Fuck me,” I rasp. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard—or witnessed a woman squirt, for that matter.”
My friends nod.
“Holy fuck,” is all Jamison can manage.
“It was gorgeous,” Dane agrees. At this point, I think I owe that son of a bitch one. More than one, really, for taking Tamara to the precipice like that.
But then, the curvy girl blinks and lets out a big sigh.
“I didn’t even know I could squirt like that,” she murmurs in wonder.