Disciples of Meridiana – Excerpt #4

Disciples of Meridiana – Excerpt #4The War and Peace of road trip/hotel room porn dramas continues with part 4, in which…. Well, I can’t remember what happens, actually. Right– this lucky jackass was trying to seduce the girlfriend of the girl he just finished getting some incredible head from. Here goes: “What is going on here?” giggled Diana suddenly from behind us. “‘Brina?” “Fuck you, Di,” she gasped hoarsely. Her eyes didn’t leave me. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” Diana purred, stepping into my view, favoring me with a caress and a quick smile as she passed. Her pink body glistened with water droplets, her hair dripping down her back. Her nipples were crinkled and stiff still. As she knelt down beside Sabrina’s chair I got a really good look at her round, bare ass for the first time and I had to stop stroking for a second, let my hard cock rear and nod in the air before them while I tried to calm it back down a little. Had to pace myself this time. “That is what a fucking nice cock looks like up close, Sabrina.” “Fuck.” She looked over at her lover, almost apologetic. “My pussy…oh.” “Right? That itching in your pussy won’t go away from rubbing it. It won’t go away from licking it either, but I’ll still lick the shit out of it anyway.” “Diana?” It sounded like a question. She was gasping a bit harder now, shirt heaving. “I know, baby.” A soft, tender kiss between girls that I couldn’t look right at, that made me moan just to know it was happening. “But Mike here’s good. He will treat us right. Won’t you, baby?” She looked at me and those eyes could have made me jump into traffic. “I… I want to be the guy who can. I sure as hell would try.” Aching again, bad. It was going to be a struggle to hold it now. “Watch me suck him.” She crawled the couple of feet to me. “Go easy, baby…” I warned. “This is mine. You don’t have permission yet, you understand?” “Can’t always choose that, little girl…” “You don’t have permission and that’s that. Now feed me your cock.” “Uh-uh. Too much.” I shook my head vehemently at her. My prick was nodding strongly again at Diana’s nasty talk. I couldn’t even look at her; I shied away. “Mother fuck.” Sabrina’s hand was still busy. “Your balls, then.” Diana sighed, ducking her head underneath my quivering length. I could feel her soft tongue swabbing gently over my sack. “Jesus.” I groaned, finding the back of her head with my hand. My cock d****d rock-hard along her nose and across her forehead. “Oh…” Sabrina was scooting in her chair a little. Trying to bounce on her hand. Mouth was wide open now, lips shiny. Diana sucked one, then the other of my balls into her mouth. Slobbered all over them. Her wet hair tickled the head of my cock. I wanted not to hear the sounds of her slurping. It was pushing me too fast. Sabrina was trying to get her hand into her jeans but they were too tight to do that sitting down. Her other hand was busy exploring under her shirt. Diana came out from under my meat, caught my eye. “Help her,” she mouthed in a whisper, then returned to her work. Sabrina was half standing, trying to undo the buttons on her pants but her hands were shaking too much. I took a shuffling step closer to her. Diana followed beneath me. “Hey.” I gasped softly to her. “Sabrina.” She looked up at me defiant and half afraid. The poor thing was just trembling all over. Looking at me like she was cornered. “Hey. It’s all right. You’re ok.” I touched her shoulder with my hand, gently smoothed back a loose lock of her hair out of her now-sweaty face with the other. “No one’s gonna hurt you here, baby. We are here to make each other feel good, right?” I spoke to her softly, caressing her face. Her lips were trembling too and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Shh.” I whispered. “Come here. You’re so beautiful. This is gonna be OK. Better than OK. Let me show you.” I pulled her gently into my arms, right up against me, her left leg touching Diana’s body while she lavished attention on me. I kissed the top of Sabrina’s lowered head, felt her shaking ease after a few moments against me, started rubbing her back then and lowered my mouth to nuzzle and kiss that long, smooth neck. She let out a prolonged groan and embraced me back, pushing herself against me in earnest. Grinding against my thigh then. “Beautiful girl,” I whispered, taking her face in both my hands and turning her face up to mine. “May I kiss you?” She didn’t answer, but lunged up towards me, opening her mouth. I let her kiss me furiously for a moment, letting her lean me back a little with her frantic heat, then overpowered her gradually, tenderly, slowly leaning forward, over and into her. She just melted, arching her back and surrendering utterly to my response, which was still hungry and possessive, but without the desperate need she had met me with. Deep and soft. She moaned into my mouth. Her tongue was probing and insistent. Kissed me like she were eating a pussy, I imagined. As we explored one another’s mouths, Diana got up and moved behind her to rub her hands all over the both of us, then slipped them under Sabrina’s sweatshirt and pulled it up towards her head. I could rub my aching erection against Sabrina’s smooth, flat belly now, and she tensed when it touched her, pulled away from me a little to look down at it, transfixed. Her hand closed around it without hesitation and she sighed as it pulsed in her grip. She stroked it slowly as she had seen me do, back handed and gentle. She looked up at me again as if for approval. I gave it in moans, eyelids fluttering, moving my hips with her hand. I took my hands off Sabrina’s head and Diana finally got the shirt off of her, even though she was loath to let go of me to get that sleeve off, and then Diana pulled the pony tail out of Sabrina’s hair. It must have been in some kind of bun or something because it fell much longer than I had expected it to, nearly to the small of her back, sleek and straight and glossy black. I could see her pert, firm tits not-quite filling the plain purple bra she wore. The cups gaped down a little and I could see her wrinkled brown nipples stiff within. Her taut belly heaved, and she rubbed me back and forth across her stomach, making me groan louder. I let go of her, clenching my hands into fists to keep from grabbing her too hard in my excitement and maybe scaring her. There were already shiny snail-trails of pre-cum glistening on her belly. I had to consciously resist humping against her like a dog. Diana started in on her pants. “Wait,” Sabrina huffed, stiffening suddenly, freezing up a moment, but she didn’t let go of me. “Not.. yet.” “Hey– It’s Ok.” I panted. “I like this a lot anyway. You are really doing something good, there, honey.” I looked down again at şanlıurfa escort my cock in her hand and her glistening stomach. “Oh, I like your cock.” She basically grunted into my chest. “I think I really fucking like it.” “We have something in common.” I smiled. “Your hand and your soft skin feel so good on it, too, pretty baby.” I put one hand on her face again, cupping her jaw and running my thumb over her parted lips. She started licking it, pulled it into her mouth to suck on while she fondled me. “Uh, yeah. Oh damn, baby. Fuck yeah. You do that good.” She was really getting me going, and Diana had retreated now to the other chair, watching intently and smiling. My other hand went to her bra, gripping her ribcage and gently thumbing the stiff nipple I could reach through the cup. She stopped sucking my thumb and opened her mouth wide to pant, looking down wide-eyed at the thumb rubbing across her breast. Her movements were sinuous, linked to mine as she rocked her hips against me. I shifted my grip gently and slowly to the back of her neck, to keep her head looking down at her tit and the places our bodies were touching while I slipped the other behind her to find the clasp of the bra. I fumbled with it but just couldn’t focus enough to get it open. I made a tiny frustrated growl as I tried to pull the clasp together. Diana stood up to help, but I tilted Sabrina’s head up to look at me again and gasped “Arms up.” She raised them as ordered, and I just pawed the bra in the middle between the cups, dragged it up and off over her head in a single motion. I heard a couple of the seams pop. She looked at me wide-eyed again, that fear showing again, hesitantly trying to cover her tiny little tits with her arms. There was gooseflesh rising all over her shoulders and upper arms. “Oh, honey.” I breathed softly. “I would never ever hurt you, baby. Let me see them. You look at them with me.” More shell-shocked obedience, as her hands fell away to caress up and down my hips, like we were going to slow dance. She stood there looking down at her hard, cone-shaped little tits, tiny stiff brown nipples, and the big, straining red and purple cock that was pushing an imprint into her belly. A wordless sound was starting from the back of her throat. Her breathing had become all trembly and irregular again. I dropped to my knees and embraced her torso, kissing and licking around her belly, dragging my lips around and up towards her perky, pretty little buds. Her every other breath was a strained grunt as I started in on those swollen nips, taking them in my mouth and tracing their wrinkled contours with my tongue. She grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me against her harder. She said something in a strangled voice that I couldn’t make out; I was too busy mouthing her perfect little tits to care. Each one could fit wholly in my mouth, I discovered, and alternating sucking hard with wet, sloppy licking soon got her from trembling to completely shaking. She finally yanked my head back so I would look up at her. “FUCK.” It was soulful, horny, outraged, almost shouted. She put two of her fingers in my mouth and I sucked them tenderly and deep. “You. Hot. Mother fucker.” I was caressing her entire nude torso with my hands. They spread so wide, looked so big stretched across her lithe frame. I gripped and rubbed her in different ways and she covered one of them with her remaining hand, watching them move around on her and letting out sounds that sounded like sobs now. That face almost like she were going to cry again. “Fuck. You. Ugh. Hot. Mother. Fucker. Ugh.” Now the erotic feeling I got from her was just intolerable. I was shaking from all of it and I let go of her for a minute, bent down, hands on knees so I could cool down, sucking in great shuddering lungfuls of air and trying not to look at or think about her. I heard Diana grunting behind Sabrina but I dared not look at her, either. Sabrina caressed my lowered head, smoothing down my hair and softly touching the sides of my heated face. “So hot, honey…” I grunted, by way of explanation or apology. “Oh you– fuck. Fuck I want you.” Pleading again, very softly. An impatient, urgent grunt. “I’m too fucking close, baby. It’s your fault. Our fault. Aaah– I can’t. Diana?” “Tag out,” she purred, her arms closing around Sabrina from behind, her mouth nuzzling into her neck. Sabrina straightened up abruptly, back arching steeply, turning her head back towards Diana’s. Her groan sounded like the growl of a feline. I couldn’t really let myself watch yet, couldn’t even look at my own dick which still throbbed and nodded just an inch above the floor. My own labored breathing wasn’t enough to drown out the wet mouth sounds and moans and the sliding of skin on skin I could hear in front of me, either. I was still in critical danger of losing my cum all over the floor. God, I was shaking like a leaf. I stood unsteadily on wobbly legs, careful not to catch even a glimpse of what was going on a few feet away while I pulled up my jeans. Found my shirt and belt and tried to get them on with quivering hands. “Mmaah- Where you going?” Diana asked, sounding like she was talking with her mouth full. “Gotta cool off sweetheart. Fuckin’ dyin’ over here…. You two—shit. Need a smoke; be right outside.” Sabrina this time. “You better –ugh—you better come back. Ugh. Fucker.” She somehow made it sound like a term of endearment. “I’m a lot of things, girls, but neither a coward nor a fool. I run from no challenge.” I gasped with a little grin as I opened the door. A quick glance back in there revealed Diana on her knees, her face pushed right up into Sabrina’s crotch. Sabrina squatted a little, hands on knees and head turning up to the ceiling. Fuck. I didn’t know where the key card was, so I propped the door open a tiny bit with one of Diana’s sneakers and staggered out to my truck, dazed and buzzing, the surge of orgasm boiling in me still, but thankfully not crashing down on me yet. The front of my jeans bulged absurdly; I still couldn’t get the zipper all the way up. The night air was crisp and cool on my sweaty skin, and after digging around inside for a bit I leaned against the cab, smoking the best cigarette I had ever had, positively glowing inside and thinking about not much at all. A totally clear head, first time I could remember. I knew I was stupid for feeling it, but there was a feeling in my stomach that fluttered like… well, like love for these amazing girls, ridiculous as that was, but I decided I wouldn’t give myself a hard time about it until it was really time to let it go. Live in this moment, I reminded myself. This is your one trip to the Magic Kingdom. Better make it count. What does the future hold for our hero? Will he be a stud, or a dud? Find out next week, same bat-time, same bat-channel.