"Then let's go upstairs. Alicia has this perfume I've always loved and if it's still there I'm going to help myself to a spray or two."
"Between your tits?"
Briana laughed and said, "Yeah. I was thinking my throat and ears and thighs, but there too if that's what you'd like."
So then we walked upstairs and fucked. Three times. A woof-woof, a Booya! and what I'd come to think of as the old-fashioned. Briana sucked my cock clean after each one. After the third one I still wanted more but my dick was on a time out. Instead I kissed her warm mouth hard and leaned in to take another lick over the scent of perfume between her sexy tits. As I did it Bri pressed gently on my head, sliding it down between her breasts, down across her tight tummy, down across her pelvis and down to her gaping, red-headed, cum saturated slit.
"Eat my pussy, Jeff? Please?"
Somehow it seemed just right; she didn't have to ask twice. It was lovely to take my time and lick and finger and suck every bit of her juicy cunt. She moaned and wailed and twisted and presented. She was a pretty spring garden ravaged by the storm of our fucking. Was all used slit, cuntaliciously raw and real. She let me browse and sluice and gather and tease at my own pace. Suddenly she humped into me hard, made her pussy my face mask, her thighs locked me in place. She was fucking my mouth, a strong hand on the back of my head. Briana shrieked as her orgasm exploded. A woman's cum-noises, so unique, so much the same. The cunt overwhelmed. A wave of salty sweet, fresh mixed cum flowed from her slit, flowed soft and fragrant and steady over my tongue and past my throat and into my belly. Her legs went limp beside me.
I wondered if Chloe or Annalise could have done half as well.
By 11 p.m. we were done and Bri jumped in our shower to clean up. I was strangely relaxed, up in my and Alicia's bedroom having just fucked and eaten Alicia's friend, or former friend, or whatever those two now were. Symmetry. Then Bri came out and we kissed some and I felt her tits and sexy ass again before she dressed, and then we kissed some more before I let her out the side door.
As the door opened she looked at me and said, "Don't forget, Jeff. See if Stony is interested. Will you?"
I was hardly likely to forget. So I just said I would and Bri left. I sighed, happy. But there was a lot for me to think about.
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***Friday, August 23, 2304***
Got up to find a text message Alicia sent last night while I was fucking Briana. Told me things were going great. On the first leg of the promo tour, Cincinnati, a picture of the three girls smiling, Elsie P. Reynolds' arm around my wife's narrow waist, Alicia and Elizabeth holding hands, smiling and delighted, raising the flag together. And love to me and off to Nashville next.
Ms. Wexner was in the photo too, mouth wide open laughing in behind the girls. She had to serve as chaperone. Husbands were not allowed on the trip and Lady Florence had come down with a case of gout.
My bigger issue was how to approach Stony. I didn't want to shock or disgust her, didn't want to lose her friendship, didn't want her to think I was a pervert, or that Briana was a pervert, even though by now I figured we both were. There might be no more blowjobs, but please God let her still be my good friend.
When I got to work Stony motioned me over and said there was something I had to see before I got blindsided by one of the jerks on the floor. She handed me the paper and I went into my little hole to read it while the other guys were pretty busy. Stony had scheduled a light day for me and I had time.
Studly Scotman Supports Sexy Supersucker Story
Judith P. Mogumbo — North Porter Free Black Register — Friday, August 23, 2304
This reporter first broke the story of the nasty cat-fight between two local girls vying to be next in the Pharaoh's bed. Here's the very latest on their whacky, disgraceful feud.
I present, for your consideration, one Williams Farnhold III, Willy to his friends. The well known and colorful North Porter born erstwhile Scotsman has come forward to defend the cocksucking credentials of Alicia Rochefort. If you recall, Alicia's competitor and phormer phriend, Elizabeth Partridge, sought to cast doubt on Mrs. Rochefort's oral abilities. Willy, a close personal friend and confidant of Eric B. Trefoillier's, says he will have none of it. Eric, as you know, is the war hero killed in Mongolia who once took Alicia, then 18, on the Warrior's Exemption.
What did Willy tell this reporter? Only, "Och tis na lie. She pure is a stoatin yin fur sookin. Eric coonted evurr single yin o' thaim. Git her up tae 43 afair he shipped ower thur, tolsd me quality wis braw. Tellt me ower 'n' ower. Sae yoong Liz kin smooch mah bony Scots bahookie."
Has ever a handsome and chivalrous Scotsman testified so lovingly for the honor of one of our precious North Porter maids?
But wait! There's more. Willy has documentation to back up all of his claims. He revealed to this reporter the aging handwritten letters, 22 in all, which he received from Eric so long ago. With Willy's permission, here's a sample quote direct from Eric's pen: "A. drained my nutsack three times today right on her parent's couch, her Mom peeking in from the kitchen, was hilarious. Taught her *redacted* and she learned *redacted* the day before. Taking a day off from her tomorrow — I think this girl has more throat and tongue than I have dick."
This paper is in negotiations with Willy to present the complete correspondence as a special insert in Sunday's Free Black Register.
And in case you were wondering. This reporter was able to view all the official exemption documents, together, most critically, with the signed parental permission form for Alicia. Mr. Edward R. Podomatskiavich, Alicia's lovely Dad, kept them all in a binder of his daughter's accomplishments. First grade artwork, 5th grade gold star book reports, prom photos, diplomas, the Exemption itself and, ahem, the laminated permission form for Eric's cumming out party in Alicia's pretty mouth. Everything signed and sealed and stamped and dated and approved. Legally, the story is as tight as a good girl on her wedding night. (And speaking of legal, I remind you that The Law Offices of Atakumbi, Acheampong and O'Grady are ready to sue the pants off your enemies! Give them a call!!)
The burly and handsome Mr. Podomatskiavich gave further confirmation of Willy's account. According to him, his daughter had "never been happier than those sweet 30 days with a real manly man." He feels sure to this day that Eric would have come back to marry Alicia had he not been blown up by the barbarians with a bomb equivalent to 200 tons of TNT.
So please let's put this one to bed Liz! Whatever you might think of Alicia personally, her skill in the critically sensitive area of sucking dick just has too much evidence behind it! Give it up, girlfriend!
Finally, if you're a gentleman (or a wannabe slut or, hell, anyone with a pulse) and you'd like to see more of fair maid Alicia, I present, again for your consideration, these drone photos of the young slattern suntanning nude yesterday in her back yard.
(Seven photos attached, topless, bottomless, full nudes, front, backside and side shots showing full hanging tit.)
When I finished reading I could see Stony staring over at me with a sympathetic smile. She rand her index finger once under her nose to remind me to check. It was fine.
I looked back at the paper. Now it was public and everyone knew. Not about the Dray part of course, and not about Eric's illicit use of upper-only knowledge and technique, but about all the fun Eric, that manly cheil, had had with her mouth. I just shrugged.
The floor was split on it, half envied me for having such a beautiful and talented wife, and the other half made up little songs like "Alicia likes the suck, suck, suck/Eric had the luck, luck, luck". Jason in the lead. I pretty much didn't care either way. After a while Roger had to interrupt his busy day (again) to settle everyone down.
Then I could ignore it. I went to work and before noon sold a Maxtra XZ Joy II complete with turbo charm, sunroof, 26 cupholders and the undercoating. Sold another just like it in the afternoon, and that guy added the rare-earth metal hubcaps.
