Chapter 392

We settled into this back-and-forth during a dream anal session that blew past any fantasy I’d ever considered. Juliet and Rita made out while I alternated between their assholes every handful of strokes. The pleasure level was off the charts. Juliet’s ass was slimmer, pert and athletic. Her asshole was pink and smooth. Rita, on the contrary, had more of a bubble and a pink-brown hole that seemed to wink at me.

Rita gave off indications of cumming first, so I started to focus my strokes on her. Juliet realized what was happening and turned around from her perch on the couch. She moved next to me and kissed me. Between flicks of her tongue against mine, she whispered a command.

"You can get her off," she said. "But your cum is mine."

I groaned in agreement as Rita crested. Her ass crashed back into my cock, desperately trying to get one more stroke deep inside her while she orgasmed.

"Oh god!" she cried. "Too sensitive! Give