Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 23

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*** ***Chris*** ***

Alana woke up nice and early, cursing at herself for forgetting to brine the turkey earlier yesterday. She had to do it before eating her nachos, which has gone soggy by the time she got to it. She woke me up, covering my mouth to prevent my protest.

“Shut the fuck up, you want the walking WMD to wake up? Get in the kitchen, we got shit to do!”

God damn she’s a fucking meanie when it comes to cooking! She probably tapered it down before because she didn’t want me to dislike her, but honestly I’m liking this persona of her. It’s a nice contrast to her playful demeanor.

We got to the kitchen and we had a short meeting on how to proceed with it.

“Well, we can deep fry the damn thing, or just do it traditionally. I like deep frying it, but I doubt this swank ass house has something big enough for it.”

“Well what do we need?”

“One of those big ass stockpots. We also need to do it in the driveway so we don’t fuck up the house or anything,” she said while tapping her pursed lips.

“I’ll look and see,” I sighed, I honestly don’t know if we have something. “Who knows, maybe we do have a giant stockpot.”

I think my mother has some clairvoyance or something, because she has a giant stockpot in the garage as well as a coupe of big, tin cans of olive oil. I brought the items over and Alana beamed with a smile.

“Great! This’ll make cooking this fucking bird easier. I don’t have to slave away next to a stove… but now I have to slave away on the fucking drive way. Chris, you get to choose! Cook the sides or cook the bird. I can’t do both.”

“Um… um…. uhh….”

“Choose, motherfucker!”

“I’ll cook the sides!” I answered finally.

She grinned from ear to ear and she gave off this devious laugh. “You fool! You’re such an idiot! If you’re cooking the sides, that means Izz will just keep bugging you over and over!”

Oh no. She’s right. With Bella’s curiosity with cooking, she’ll be all over me while I’m making the sides. Dear god. Okay, I can do this. I’m a big man, I can do this. It’s only cooking, right? It’s only sides. This is easy, this is fine!

A few hours before we started cooking, Alana took care of the brisket seeing as it’s the one that will probably take the longest to cook. Originally she was planning on smoking it, seeing as my dad has a smoker but seeing as we don’t have the proper woods to do so, she decided to braise it instead. She cut up the brisket, expertly taking off excess fat and whatever silver skin the butcher left behind, and she sliced into it before covering it with salt and pepper. She sliced up the onion and covered the meat with it.

“So why did you get me and Dean to grab an onion?”

“I wanted to see which one of you bozo’s is the more reliable. Congrat’s, you’re it but not by much. You just got me the better onion.”

Wow. Her tongue lashing is pretty harsh.

She mixed the beer, the tomato-chili sauce and brown sugar together, I think she only used one, and she poured it onto the beef then tightly wrapped it in aluminum foil. She set the oven for 325 and for 3 hours and placed it in the bottom rack.

“Listen up! 30 minutes before this is done, take the foil off! Don’t fucking forget that!”

***

I’m wrong. I’ve never been more wrong. When Bella woke up, she was mad that I didn’t wake her up so she can help with the prep work, Laura and I worked on the sides, while Alana and Jackie sits outside with the turkey fully submerged in bubbling, hot oil. All she did is inject some flavoring into the meat of the bird, attach it to some hooks and wires, and gently lowered it into the oil. Now, she’s just sitting there drinking beer and talking with Jackie, refusing to come in because “some squirrel might jump into the oil and fuck up the bird”.

Bella has started to cut the onions, but what I taught her to do from the night before has completely flown her brain. The way she holds the onion and the knife, it scared me, so I grabbed it. “Boil some water so we can just steam the corn,” I asked her. Sound’s easy enough, right?

Wrong. She turned on the wrong burner and she’s been sitting there, wondering why the damn water hasn’t boiled yet. She almost placed her hands on the hot stovetop until I shoved her away. “Bella! You’re going to seriously hurt yourself!”

She cried and pouts. “I want to help! I want to help!” she wept as she stomped on the floor. Fine. I got an idea.

I took her by the hand and I lead her to where I’m working. I got her on her knees and against the kitchen countertop. I took my cock out, making sure my pants are still up, and shoved it into her mouth. She moaned as she licked and sucked my cock while her hands wrapped around my leg. “Don’t. I might need to move,” I told her and she nodded while my cock is still in her mouth.

I made sure to wash my hands. I’m not a complete idiot.

I brushed the potatoes clean with a damp cloth, then I started poking holes on the potatoes with a fork, rubbed it with olive oil and salted the skin, and then I set it aside. Laura giggled as she looked at me and Bella, making some small talk and asking me about what kind of food Albert likes.

“Well, salad’s for one thing. He likes roasted turkey so he likes that on his -*unnh*- s-salad. Bella, less teeth please. For those cheat days he just likes good old burger, no cheese.”

Bella has started using her teeth to scrape against my shaft but, thankfully, spared my more sensitive glans, but she would sometimes sneak that in and I have to wince at her efforts. I would really like to just hold her head and face fuck her, but I’m also preparing food so that’s a no-no. I know if Alana finds out, she’d be furious.

“*Mmm* baby, fuck me please,” she purred as her hands started rubbing my torso, “fuck me, please…”

“Bella, I cant! I need to get this done! Until then, just… just suck me off. Once I get the potatoes in the oven, we can play around for a bit.”

That seems to get her giddy as she started to really give me a very enthusiastic blowjob. She’s trying her damnedest to get me to come, and while I appreciate the effort it’s going to take a lot more just to get me to spurt my love juice for her.

I wrapped the potatoes in foil. I made about 18 of them, two for each if seconds are warranted. I quickly placed it in the oven, top rack above the already cooking brisket, and I almost bowled Bella over. Afterwards, I sighed and tucked my cock into my pants. “Laura, take care of the mashed potatoes! It’s just a mix. I’ll send Albert over.”

“Go get ’em, tiger, and thank you,” she laughed as she shook her head. Laura is such a reliable person. I grabbed Bella by the hand and we ran for our room, passing by my parents and Dean, with Albert and Saleen watching some cartoons.

I stopped behind Albert and whispered, “Hey, go help Laura in the kitchen,” and tousled his hair. I hear him quickly get up as I continued.

I’m kind of concerned with how they’re treating Saleen. The girl’s not even related to my parents and she’s being treated like their own grandchild, and Saleen enjoyed the attention she’s getting. Well, maybe she’ll be a step-grandchild for them.

***

I threw her to my bed. “Naughty bitch,” I said softly as I took my shirt over. She laughed as she came closer to the edge of the bed, taking off her shorts, tank top and bra.

“You wouldn’t let me help. This is your fault,” she said softly as I practically leapt at her lips, “baby, why am I so useless in the kitchen?”

“I think you’re too eager that you forget the basics,” I offered as an explanation, “and you’re also rushing at things. Cooking requires patience, and you’re not the most patient girl I know.”

She gave me such a devious smile. ‘Alone again,” she observed but then we hear our door open and Alana is standing with her arms akimbo.

“Fucking horndogs can’t even stop fucking each other for one fucking day and prepare the fucking food!”

“I – I got the potatoes in the oven! We’ll be done by the time it’s even close to being done!” I stammered as I looked at her.

“Is that so? What did you set your oven for?”

“I set it for 350 for 90 minutes.”

She seems satisfied with it and her stance relaxed. “Y-You guys weren’t going to call me? Laura had to text me that y-you two ran off,” she said in a small voice.

“You’re busy with the turkey! What if a squirrel jumps in?”

“W-well, Jackie has it covered. I told her to take it out in 10 minutes.”

Alana kneeled before me while taking off her shirt and Bella slide down from the bed and onto he rknees. I took my dick out and Alana and Bella each took a ball in their respective mouth with Bella gently rubbing and playing with my glans while Alana stroked my cock. God, that’s some coordinated assault towards me and I almost fell over with the amount of pleasure I’m getting. They’ve got my scrotum pretty much drenched with their saliva.

*** ***Alana*** ***

Daddy’s cock filled my mouth.

I was able to get first dibs on his cock head, but from Laura’s text messages I wasn’t the first one on him today. She said that these two fuckheads have started doing naughty things WHILE in the fucking kitchen! The *cojones* on Daddy!

But, I shouldn’t complain.

I only went as far down as the middle when I sucked him off. I kept my eyes trained on him and my hands held onto the back of his legs for some support. I released him with a *Pop* and Izz took over from there. She vigorously went for it, with quickness as she took him in.

“B-Bella, slow down baby I’m not going anywhere,” Daddy said and Izz did slow down.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she apologized and Daddy rubbed her cheeks while she went back. I leaned over and started sucking on her beautiful round, perky tits. I noticed she has a lot of love bites on it and her hip too. She didn’t have that yesterday!

“You two… you two had some alone time, didn’t you?” I said while I stood up. I faced Daddy and looked him square in the eyes, “tell me the truth, Daddy.”

He took me in closer and kissed me. His tongue darted into my mouth and ours frolicked together and our lips sucked on each other. “We’ll have some alone time soon,” he promised and I nodded in response and asked for more kisses.

That’s the one thing I haven’t gotten from Daddy yet, and even when the the first time we had sex, Izz was there and she watched. I wanted that alone time with him, a time where I’m not competing with Izz in terms on who can make him cum first. Love really shouldn’t be a competition, and while I realize ours is not a traditional type of relationship, love is still there. Is it distributed equally? No. Izz is his first love, while he is one where I’ve started to really feel that tightness in my chest and my heart is racing. He’s the first one where I feel like I couldn’t stop looking at him when we’re nearby, or when I really listened when he’s talking.

I think I’ve also been in love with Izz for the longest time, perhaps even as far back as middle school where I started questioning my sexuality. What can I say, I’m a complicated bitch but I’m not alone in how I feel and we now live in a time where being bisexual isn’t something to be ashamed of anymore. Thankfully, Papa has been understanding of me when I first came out to him. He could have chalked it up to my not having a motherly figure, but he’s a good father and he didn’t do that. “Just be safe *mija*,” he told me, “Just be safe with your heart.”

So when Daddy and I went apart, he took my right leg and placed it on his hip. Then, Izz looked over at us as she guides Daddy’s thick head into my waiting slit. When he pressed up, I felt my walls come apart and that feeling of being filled up by the biggest cock I’ve ever had overwhelmed me.

“Shit! Daddy’s dick is so big,” I blurted out without even having any brain input. He leaned back slightly and placed a hand on his right hip while my right hand went up and grabbed his shoulder. I had to go on the balls of my feet for us to even do this, but god damn does it really hit the spot! Izz stood up and started kissing Daddy, letting their tongues caper in a lively way. It must be such an awkward sight, seeing a ridiculously tall woman bending down and kissing someone she towers over. I know her height is something she has insecurities about, but I believe she’s handled well it for the better part of us growing up. At the very least, it doesn’t affect her unless its in a sexual manner.

My legs started getting weak so Daddy picked me up and hooked his arm on the back of my knees while my hands held onto the back of his neck. He bounced me up and down his cock and I’m trying not to scream loud.

I planted my lips around his, allowing me to muffle my moans and scream while he grunts and groans. My pussy has been contracting and twitching and throbbing non-stop and I’ve finally started orgasming. I laid my head on his shoulder and I started shaking and trembling while he carried me.

*** ***Bella*** ***

I’m jealous. Jealous that she get’s to be carried like that and fucked. I’m about 160 pounds and if we try that now I think I’ll wear him out even more. Chris did express some interest in carrying me, but he also did say that he wanted to build up his muscles more so he can actually do it for longer periods of time.

When Chris laid Alana down so she can ride her orgasm, he immediately looked at me. He bent me over by my waist and I held onto the bed. He gave my firm ass a slap and he squat down and started eating me up for a good minute. When he’s well and satisfied, he lined up his stick and gave it to me good.

“God! Fucking shit!” I moaned out as I grabbed the sheets and twisted it in my grip. “*Hoh*, fuck me Chris!”

He gave me long, strong strokes of intense, hard pounding and each time his cockhead kissed my cervix. I believe this is what he’s been doing. What Alana and I feel when we have sex with him that causes an almost full body orgasm is basically his long, massive, thick monster of a cock touching most, if not all, of our erogenous spots. In women, we have three spots in our vagina that can cause orgasms. The G-Spot is between the vagina and the cervix, the A-spot is close to the cervix, and then there’s the O-spot which is behind the cervix.

And he touches them all if he pushes in.

With Alana, he only needs to go for the G and A spot for her to have a contracting, full body orgasm. He’s been fucking me ruthlessly and he’s started touching all three of them. Don’t get me wrong, he still gives me a great orgasm with just the two spots, but when he’s really horny and aroused and he really wants to fuck his girl, he’ll pound me into submission.

I started getting weaker and weaker and eventually my knees are on the bed, my face is on his sheets and I’m a mumbling, grumbling mess of a person with her ass up in the air, getting manhandled by the person I love the most.

He pulls me up, ‘What’s wrong baby?”

“C-Coming…. I’m… I’ve been coming this entire time…” I mumbled as my head-haze is still making me somewhat incoherent. He gently rubbed my lips and I sucked on his finger, but I’m far too weak to do anything at the moment.

Another orgasmic, full body shaking electricity sensation overtook me and my body started tensing up and shivering.

Then, his phone started playing a little chime.

‘Fuck! I have to go and check on the food!”

He took his cock out and rubbed it across my ass, then he packed it in and left the room. Alana and I laid there on the bed, shaking and trembling.

“Alana…”

“Yes, Izz…” she whispered.

“That… that was the best one so far…”

“I… I agr… I agree,” she sighed

“Alana… he didn’t come…” I added

“Indeed he didn’t…”

~End of Part 23~

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