Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F] Part 32

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

“Have you guys noticed?”

Alana is sitting on the couch, browsing through her phone and Roxanne is doing the same. Chris is out in the office and frankly, he’s sorely missed.

“Notice what?’ Alana asked the obvious question.

“All of our pussies are innie pussies.” I declared.

“What? What do you mean?” Alana asked and Roxanne is wearing a stupefied look on her face too.

Idiots, the two of them, and I expected more from Alana. I stood up and took my gym shorts down and pointed at my vagina. The lips, the labia minora, are hidden by the labia majora, the outer lips. So it looks like a thin slit. Mine differs from theirs as a little bit of my pink slit is exposed. Alana’s is about the same, a bit more is exposed but the inner lip is well contained. Roxxy’s, however, is like a literal line going down her crotch with the clit up top, like an “i”.

“Huh… does this mean Chris has a type?” Roxxy wondered as she cocked her head to the side to look at me.

“Bitch, do you think he just pulls down girl’s pants, looks at their clam and go ‘fuck no, next!’ like he’s picking out a watermelon? Come on!” Alana remarked, “so we have innie’s, big fucking deal it doesn’t mean shit whether vaginas are an outie or an innie type.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just noticed. Laura’s is a bit of an outie, to be honest. Jackie is the same as Laura.”

“Jackie? Who the fuck is Jackie?” Roxxy asked.

“That’s Chris’ sister-in-law, and her husband has a cuckold fetish. We do a facetime with her husband and Chris fucks her and it gets his brother-in -aw hard and randy for Jackie. Honestly, it’s borderline pornographic, I wouldn’t put it past Dean if he was recording the whole thing.” Alana explained.

“That’s totally not weird at all,” Roxxy scoffed as she shook her head, “not weird at all.”

“Rox, stop judging people,” Alana quipped as she threw a pillow at her, “no kink-shaming!”

“Roxxy, behave now,” I told her sternly and she straightened up.

“Y-Yes ma’am,” she said as she looked down.

It’s about noon right now, and we’ve already spent about 2 hours in the gym earlier. Victor was there and we exchanged pleasantries and he asked about Chris, saying he wants to talk specifics about something he and Raissa planned. When I asked what it was, he’s secretive but shy and nervous.

Christmas is coming up. Woo. Parents are gallivanting off somewhere, I don’t know. I wonder how the house is. I need to check on it, hell I need to check on them!

***

“Mom, how are you guys?”

I can hear waves crashing and the sound of… birds or something. “Oh hey, Izzy! It’s nice to hear you *finally* call!”

“Oh, sarcasm, that’s not a very flattering color on you mom. I’m sorry, I’ve been… uhh… busy,” I stammered a bit, “anyway, when are you two coming home?”

“Oh sometimes in February. I know we’ve been out for months, but we just can’t seem to want to part with Hawaii!”

“Hawaii!? February!? You guys are in Hawaii!?”

“And you’re in your new apartment doing god knows what with Chris. Anyway, my massage is coming up, talk to you later! Have fun!”

Fuck, mom is so careless sometimes. You can’t just leave a house by itself! Ugh, we’re going to have to do some cleaning because I’m sure food has gone bad. They’re so careless!

***

I made sure to text Chris that we’re going to my parent’s home to check on it since he’s about to get off work. He has some weird schedule where he works 3-4 hours in the office and 3-4 hours he can work at home.

Already we’re greeted by the smell of rotting food! Idiots, they really didn’t throw out perishables!? Thankfully, we bought some air fresheners and odor eliminators with us. The girls and I got to cleaning the kitchen, armed with rubber gloves and black trash bags.

“Hey Izz, what did you mean when you said that me being in a relationship with Chris was a punishment?”

Ah, there it is. I thought we’d forgotten about it since that day. “What I meant is that your being in the relationship was my punishment for treating Chris the way I did. But eventually, I think Chris and I both fell in love with you, so it worked out in the end. I didn’t mean anything malicious by it, if that’s how you’re feeling.”

“We-Well, you say you love me and all, b-but you’re not all kissy and shit with me like you are with Chris. S-So, um… what I’m saying is that I think you owe me a -”

Before she could finish, I pull her in for a kiss. Now, kissing Alana is much more awkward than kissing Chris because I’m 13 inches taller than her. I had to bend my knees a little and she has to go on her toes.

“Thanks,” she blushed as she tucked her stray hairs behind her ears, “let’s get this shit out of here, I can stand the smell, but Rox over there looks like she’s about to faint.”

Indeed, I see Roxxy covering her mouth as she tries to hold a barf in, “Roxxy, get some fresh air girl”

It’s about 3 black bags filled with rotting groceries, vegetables, and leftover food. I immediately texted mother about this and how they should’ve cleaned out the fridge if they were going to be gone for so long but all she texted back was “ty!”

My parents, everyone!

We got out of there with Alana driving as usual and Roxxy in the back looking worse than when she came in. “Windows down please, I need air in my face,” she asked as she felt another upchuck coming on.

Alana only laughed as she brought her window down and turned the AC off. Frankly, the cool air felt nice against the skin. I realized we don’t really have any plans for Christmas. I haven’t really celebrated Christmas, and I know I didn’t spend any of the Christmas that Chris and I had back before my accident.

What did I do again? Oh yeah, go to bars and get hit on by people even though all I wanted was to have a couple of drinks to myself.

Chris is already in the apartment, on his PC, and working diligently. “Oh hey guys, how was it?” he asked as he looked over his shoulder. He usually works without a shirt off, unless he’s in a meeting, so we all went over to him, one by one, and he gave each of us a kiss.

“Smelly and terrible,” Roxxy started, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that smell.”

“Well if you’ve ever smelled Clostridium Difficil then the smell of rotting food is nothing compared to that,” Alana laughed as her lips went and lingered on Chris’ own. I had to pull her off of him so I can get my own.

“It wasn’t too bad,” I replied as our lips merged with one another. He rubbed my back while I rubbed his, and we parted with an “I love you,” which got my heart racing, “did Victor call you?”

“Oh he did, but he said he wanted to talk to all of us. We should call him now actually.”

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

Well, we were going to have this sort of group call with Victor but he felt it’s a topic that should be addressed in a more personal aspect.

So we went over to his house, with Bella, Raissa, and Alana exchanging hugs and Raissa immediately being wary of Roxanne.

“A new pet?” She chuckled and Bella only nodded. Raissa then went over and looked at Roxxy a little bit closer.

“Hmm, you have nice taste, Chris,” she remarked as she pats Roxxy’s waist and squeezed her ass, “a really nice taste!”

Roxxy hid behind me as Raissa gently laughed at her, “do not worry, we will be acquainted soon enough.”

“So, Vic, what did you want us here for again?”

We sat around his living room, with me and the girls on the couch and Victor and Raissa on the smaller loveseat.

“W-Well, it’s something that’s been in Raissa’s mind if I’m being real here,” Vic started as he rubbed the back of his head, “She wants… she wants, uh… Raissa, you say it, baby.”

“Ah, you will let me take the shame of this querido? How mean. Chris, Bella, that night at the hotel has been on my mind ever since. Now, I am not one to enjoy the long-winded conversations that lead to nothing. So I will request this. Chris and Bella, and of course it also extends to Alana and Roxanne, if you would like to I would like us to have a… um, how do you say, group sex.”

“G-G-G-Group sex!? What!?” Alana blurted out, “with you and Victor!? What the, what!? Victor, fucking explain why your girlfriend wants a group fucking!”

Victor shyly smiled, “I can’t really explain it. I mean, she’s been horny ever since! We usually have sex once a day, but she’s been asking for it twice a day.”

“Ay, Querido do not tell them such shameful things about me! Do not tell me that you did not want my affection.” Raissa whined as she clawed at his arm, looking at him with big eyes.

“Oh, I do babe. It’s just, my dick is sore you know, and it’s every day with no rest.”

Alana paced the floor before them, asking for specifics. Bella is clutching my arm, rubbing my hand with her own. “You alright babe? You’re thinking of this really hard.”

“I… I’m alright, this is a lot to take in, to be honest. What do you think baby?”

“I mean obviously we need to set some basic rules, but I’m with you if you’re game.” I rubbed her back a little, trying to calm her down because I can feel her pulse while a finger rest against her wrist.

“Well? I need an answer from you two,” Raissa gave a snarky smile as she snapped her finger.

“Okay, let’s do it. When and where?” Bella nodded as she crossed her arms over her chest and her leg hooked over the other.

Raissa smiled.

***

We left their house with some heavy minds and a heavy heart. Instantly I know this is something we need to have a discussion about back at home. The drive back to the apartment was quiet, with the girls looking out of the window like they have something in their minds.

When we got to our apartment, Bella excused herself to the room while Alana and Roxxy sat on opposite ends of the couch. I went back to my computer and continued working. I hear the shower running from the room, and faint singing coming from within.

When Bella came out of the room, about thirty minutes later, she bid me join her on the couch. She had taken a quick shower and dressed in the clothes that I typically liked seeing her in: a sports bra, loose side-stripe shorts, and black and white thigh-high socks.

The couch is a little crowded, with Bella resting her head on my chest, my arm around Alana’s shoulder, and Roxxy sitting by Bella. They sat in silence, absorbing Raissa’s words, trying to digest it all.

“What do you think?” I asked, finally breaking the silence, “I mean, what do you *really* think?”

Bella sighed as she rubbed my head with her fingertips. She hasn’t grown her nails since she got her memories back, as She liked having shorter nails. Her other hand is on my crotch, dragging her fingertips up and down the length of my cock, almost absentmindedly.

“It’s… it’s something, it’s definitely something to think about. On one hand, we have a chance to deepen our connection with Raissa and Victor. On the other hand, it might fuck up all of our relationships. Raissa might fall in love with you, Alana might fall in love with Victor, and so on and so forth. If we go in, we go in with the mindset that this is just to satisfy sexual curiosity and nothing more.”

Truthfully there are kernels of truth in her words. Victor and I are going to take a risk with our girls, while his only risk is losing Raissa, mine is losing Bella or Alana. Roxanne, well she’s free to choose whoever she wants truth be told.

Bella slipped her hand under my waistband and I felt her hand gently rubbing my shaft. My right hand slithered over her shoulder with my forearm resting under her tank top and my hand is squeezing her right tit.

Alana’s hand made its way down there too, cupping my balls and gently massaging it. So, in response, my hand went over and cupped her tits too. This is truthfully something most men would kill to have, and I never thought I’d experience it.

Sorry, Roxanne, I only have two hands.

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

What kind of relationship did I get into? I was giddy when it was just me, Chris, and Izz. I tolerated Roxanne being a constant fixture in the apartment, but now we’re in talks about having Raissa and Victor joining us? For fucks sake, that’s way too much to take in!

Victor and I have always gotten along, but our relationship is only like a brother-sister type, and we barely hang out outside of work. Sure we’ve shared a few drinks in the bar, but that was it.

Raissa, she fucking scares me. Something about that Brazilian chick rubs me wrong. I have to agree with Izz that if we do this then we need this to be strictly physical and nothing else. We need to set boundaries up, especially for the three of us. Roxanne can go off and be with Victor for all I care.

“So, ground rules you horny fuckers, we need ground rules if we’re doing this.”

Izz sat up straight, taking her hands out from Chris’ pants and allowing Chris to remove his hands from her beautiful melons. “Alright, so like I said this is strictly physical. No emotions, other than to each other understand?”

Chris and I nodded, and Roxanne kind of sat there perplexed, “what about me?”

“Roxxy, to be honest, I’m not sure you’re in love with Chris or anything. If you are, then this applies to you. If not, then do whatever.”

Roxanne understood where she stands, but I think she’s trying to decide. In truth, Chris hasn’t shown her the amount of love he usually gives to Izz and me, he just fucks her, and then when she orgasms hard he puts her down and moves on. Do I think it’s fair to her? No, I don’t think it’s fair, but I don’t give a shit honestly.

But then I come to think back on what they did for me, how they urged me to find my own boyfriend but when I couldn’t, Chris welcomed me. Should I extend that to Roxanne?

No, that’s not my place to decide. Izz has that authority, it’s her call to make and I’m not going to guide her towards it. She’s the one that has to decide.

Somehow, someway, Chris’ dick is out in the open, throbbing and twitching while my hand is jerking it. I didn’t even realize I have done that, it’s almost like muscle memory. Chris lifted himself a bit and lowered his pants down all the while having a somewhat normal conversation with Izz.

“I mean, part of me thinks that they’re not serious. But Vic isn’t one to pull pranks or any -hooohooo -”

Chris stammered as he looked down at me, already with a mouthful of his delicious meat. I gave him a sideways glance and winked, then continued.

“He-Hey! Love, that’s not fair!” Izz called out. For all her seriousness and her cold demeanor, she sometimes regresses to a somewhat childish nature when sex is involved. She hopped down from the couch and placed herself between Chris’ legs, pulling down his pants and then rubbing his legs. She started working on his balls, taking one into her mouth while giving me dirty looks.

Rox went and went down, placing her face against his right side while she looked at me, a bit of jealousy in her eyes, but pecking order dictates she’s the last one. Well, I’m supposed to be second but Mother Wolf was a little busy.

“N-No hands,” Chris groaned as his head reared back a bit but he realized that Rox and I couldn’t really blow him while we’re laying down on our belly.

Rox and I kneeled down in front of him, with Izz in the middle. Chris stood up front with his soldier standing in attention. At first, he grabbed the side of Izz’s face and teased her lips with his cock, rubbing it around her pink lips while she looked up at him. She opened her mouth slightly and she flicked her tongue at him.

“Do you three realize that I have to cum a lot more than before?” he said while wiping his dripping cum all over Izz’s lips. She licked it all and took globs of his precum into her mouth. “I have three girls to satisfy now.”

“S-Sorry, baby,” Izz said as she opened her mouth slightly again, letting Chris enter it slowly, “we just… we just… *uhm ahh* we love you very much…”

Chris started slowly fucking Izz’s mouth, going about an inch or so after his head entered her. She closed her mouth and wrapped her lips around him, letting her pink lipstick stain his big white cock until a line of it wrapped around its girth.

Then he took his cock out and gave it to me, wiping Izz’s slobber all over my lips as I kneeled there with a slightly open mouth, just waiting for him. “Three girls to fuck,” he continued while he pressed the soft, underbelly of his cockhead against my lips until the head plopped against my tongue, “if I fuck the three of you in one night, it’ll take me at least two hours to do the deed.”

“Do the three of you realize the trouble you give me? Lusting after me with your body, like I can ignore any one of you?”

He positioned us so that Rox is parallel to me while Izz is perpendicular to us. When he gave his cock to Izz, this allowed Rox and me to suck on and nibble on his shaft, or gobble up his balls. Such a devious man, I’m guessing he’s been watching some porno lately that focuses on foursomes, or rather specifically one man with three girls.

I felt his balls twinge for a second there, then it tensed up a bit. Oooh, he’s about to cum! I love it when a blowjob can make him cum, because it usually means the fucking last longer! So it seems that waiting for 3-4 days in between intercourse also makes him a bit more sensitive, but he does put out a lot more cum.

So we got our tongues out and we stood closer to each other, cheek to cheek, and we watched as Chris’ face grew red while he worked his cock. Once in a while, Izz would spit on his cock or he would shove it in my mouth and I would press his cockhead against the roof of my mouth while he uses my mouth to jerk himself off.

We watched as a little sliver of white emerged from his urethra’s opening and then a stream of his yummy flew out and splattered all over Izz’s lips, he jerked himself continuously as ropes of cum landed on my cheeks, lips, and even over my nose. Rox’s face got covered too, and even a glob landed over her eye and she had to keep it close. Izz giggled as more cum dressed her lips and over her nose and forehead, then Chris put his cock in each one of our mouths as we licked him clean.

We cleaned up each other as well, licking cum off one another’s face and swallowing it. Izz went over and sucked on his sensitive head a few more times until she sat next to him, while gently stroking his dick.

“Taking a breather for a sec there baby?” she teased him, “take your time, you deserved it, big guy.”

“Y-yeah, just give me a second,” Chris groaned, “I knew as soon as I saw you wearing that I’m in trouble.”

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

With all of his bluster and bravado, making him orgasm wipes him out for a few minutes. He deserves that rest and we are glad to allow him to, but when his hand comes over and squeezes one of my tits, I know he’s ready for more.

Chris has a lot of kinks, but usually, it’s tied to what a lover is wearing. He likes thigh-high socks, tight yoga pants, and sports bra, and a bodysuit. He likes crotch-snap bodysuits, thongs, and G-strings. At one time he even told me he would like to see me wear leather jackets, crop top, low-waist jeans, and a G-string with leather boots. Now, I don’t like wearing boots because it usually makes me taller, but for this man, I will wear whatever the fuck he wants me to wear.

He doesn’t force us to wear those things. He’ll fuck us if we’re wearing whatever, but Alana and I did notice that he’s considerably more turned on if we are wearing something like what I mentioned. Roxanne hasn’t figured this out. She still wears her usual attire of basketball shorts and loose, shirts.

I wonder what else turns him on.

“Baby, give me your delicious cunt,” he asked me. So bold! But how? Hmm. I tried taking my shorts off but he shook his head no. I stood on the couch and basically planted my pussy on his face while he grabbed my ass and pushed my shorts off to the side. I wasn’t wearing any panties or anything, just the shorts and he seems to enjoy that.

Now, this is something I probably shouldn’t have done for two reasons. One, I almost bonked my head on the roof of our apartment, causing him to have to slide down a bit to accommodate me. Two, because my vagina is preoccupied, that bitch Alana took it upon herself to straddle him! She smirked at me when I looked back, but all I could do is let Chris eat me out while Alana take first dibs! Not fair! Not fair at all! I wanted it, it’s supposed to be mine!

I whined as I felt Chris’ tongue just dart in and out of my pussy, and I felt his lips try to coax more of my folds out from hiding. His teeth gently rubbed and grind against my southern lips. The way he eats me is utterly enjoyable, and I’m glad I found a man who enjoys it. I’ve heard and read about men who refuse to go down on their ladies and expect them to go down on them. I believe it’s mutual unless stated otherwise but to each their own.

Then, he started sucking on my clit. Immediately I tried to stand but he held me against his lips. I know that if I cum now, if I orgasm, I’ll be the last one to get fucked! “B-Baby, baby no,” I told him but he couldn’t hear me. I tried to pull his head away, but he was so strong and I’ve gotten so weak because the brink of orgasm is nearing. I realized that if I was successful in pulling him off of me, that the vacuum of his lips suddenly erupting would cause me to reach that destination. Either way, I’m fucked. Figuratively speaking.

“S-Shit! Shit! Fuck! Baby g-get off me! Get off! I’m gonna – I’m gonna!”

I started breathing fast and panting, but Chris didn’t let up. He kept sucking on my clit in varying intensity and I couldn’t handle it. I’ve been trying to tear him off me with futility, but his hunger outweighs my desire.

Finally, that shooting, hot, intense, and electrifying feeling took me over. It’s not a big orgasm, but it’s enough to make me convulse against him. He made sure to wrap his arms around my thigh as he held me over, in an effort to keep me on him while I’m riding this rollercoaster built for me. I’m whining and moaning against the pleasure, my legs shook and trembled.

My squeaks and squeals went unabated and he didn’t relent. He never stops even if we’re in the middle of an orgasm he would keep doing what he’s doing and it prolongs the pleasure.

Eventually, I did come down from heaven, my hair is a mess and I’m feeling a bit drained. I managed to climb down from him, with Alana assisting whilst enjoying Chris’ cock.

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

Mother Wolf decided to take a breather so I’m taking advantage of this opportunity to get closer with Chris. With his already invading my insides, I leaned in and we started making out, with his hand cupping my ass as I bounce up and down on his dick.

“A bit horny today aren’t we?” He asked and I could only nod. Truthfully, I’m always horny, especially after work where I have to keep myself professional and shit.

“Only for you, *papi*,” I giggled as we kissed again, “You think you can keep up with us? Do you think you can keep up with Raissa in addition to the three of us?”

“Do you want to find out?”

Oooh, what has gotten into him? He’s usually not this assertive or confident. He’s usually just a nerdy dork that just happens to have a big, wonderful anaconda in between his legs.

“Tell me something, *papi*, do you not record us or anything? Making love? A lot of people our age don’t shy away from that and even post it online, making money from it and shit.”

He stopped for a moment and looked at me, “Alana, I’m not hurting for money or anything. I prefer to keep my private life, private and I don’t need to let everyone know I have a big cock or anything.”

“So you don’t feel like sharing your… talents to the world?” I cooed against him as I lay my head on his chest, feeling his thumping thrust continuously pummeling me, “tha-that you’re such a good lover?”

“No, I don’t feel the need. Alana, why are you asking this type of questions all of a sudden?”

“No reason. We were just wondering why you don’t do social media or anything like that,” I laughed as I straightened back up and proceeded to squat fuck him.

“No reason, huh?”

He grabbed my ass and held me in place while he started to give me rapid-fire fucks. I’ve seen him do it to Izz a few times but experiencing it is a whole other level. Izz has told me that whenever he fucks her hard and fast, her mind goes blank and crazy and she couldn’t think straight at all.

Well, right now I think I forgot what side effects Non-Steroidal Anti Inflammatory Drugs have.

“F-Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! D-Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“Tell me why you’re asking questions, or else I will stop!” He growled as he held my hand behind my back.

“Sweetie, are you seriously threatening me?”

“I am. I am threatening you with a bad time. Now fess up!”

I have him little pecks of kisses, which he gladly received, and sighed and cooed against him as he slowed his pace, “You didn’t make Izz FB official, and you don’t take pictures with us. It’s like you’re ashamed of us or something.”

“Ashamed? Of who, you three? Why would I be ashamed? You think I’m ashamed of our relationship and that’s why I don’t tell the world that I have three girlfriends?”

Roxanne perked up a bit. Prior to this, she’s been instructed by Izz to just sit by and wait for her turn. “Wait, I’m considered a girlfriend?” she asked aloud, “R-Really?”

“I mean I thought you are unless you don’t want to be.”

“N-No, I wouldn’t mind being your girlfriend.”

Fuck, now it’s official. God damn it! I should’ve kept my mouth shut! “No! I don’t approve of her being your girlfriend! I don’t, I don’t, I don’t!”

“Sweetie, calm down,” he said as he tried to pacify me by rubbing my hand.

“No! I refuse to allow her in this relationship! She can get her own boyfriend! God damn it, fuck you, Chris! And fuck you, Roxanne!”

He snarled as he pushed me off of him and stood up, grabbing me and Roxanne by our wrist. It hurts, It hurts a bit! Why do I have to be in this relationship with her of all people! He took us to the room where he threw me over and then planted Roxanne on top of me, forcing us to look at each other.

“Fuck you, Rox!” I spat at her face, to which she wiped it off and smeared it on me.

“Fuck you two, Alana!”

“You two need to get the fuck along,” Chris started but I refuse to listen. I refuse to listen to him.

“Why!? Why should I!? She was so mean to me, so mean! And now you’re forcing me to be alright with her. Not once did I get an apology from her! Not once!”

“Then you two will need to talk to one another, because I refuse to have sex with bad girls, and not the sexual kind of bad girls, actual bad girls! Either all four of us are in this relationship or I’ll figure it out on my own, and I promise you two that you will not like what I will do. So figure it out!”

He slammed the door.

*** ***Roxanne*** ***

Alana and I sat on the opposite side of the bed, refusing to look at one another. The sound of Belle having the time of her life seeped in from behind the walls. She sounds like she’s having some fun over there. I’m slightly jealous if I’m being honest.

“Great, so he fucks her now,” I hear Alana grumble, “that could’ve been me, it should be me over there. Instead, I’m in here with you!”

I wouldn’t call her dislike for me misplaced. I’ve come to realize that I have been a bitch towards her for a long time, a very long time, for 10 years.

“Why did you throw away our friendship? Why!? We got along great! We had so much in common, but you decided that I wasn’t worth your friendship!”

“Alana, I’ve explained myself to you many times, and I can’t add any more to it. What did you want me to do when I was 14?”

“You didn’t have to hate me just because I was gay. You didn’t have to tease me or tell me I’m going straight to hell. You could have accepted me for who I am, but instead, you fucked me over.”

She’s crying. She rarely cries, even when we were kids. “Then what if my parents find out I’m friends with a lesbian. They would force me to never talk to you.”

“So? At least then I could understand that our friendship was ruined by your parents and we could have separated amicably. But it was you who did it, all by yourself. I mean, your parents aren’t even here now and we could have reconnected and been friends again as soon as they left.”

She’s right. She’s absolutely right. I let my personal beliefs poison my rational thinking. Back then I didn’t think clearly, I didn’t realize that her being gay did not change who she is. But her being gay changed who I was, though, because my horns came out. The two years we spent together was probably the best years of my young adolescent days! I was so lonely with no friends, just having moved here from California, and these three angels took me in under their wings and showed me compassion and caring.

And what did I do? I fucked it all up.

I laid down with a defeated sigh, “I fucked up. I’ve known that since Chris bought the house and we met again. I haven’t been happy ever since the day we separated. Sure I got new friends in high school but they were all shallow, vapid, and vain. In fact, I haven’t seen them since we graduated. They were far too interested in one-upping one another or trying to invent new trends and shit. I wanted to reach out to Belle when I heard about her and Laura’s falling out, but she felt different when I talked to her. Cold and empty, like she was a completely different person. Laura didn’t want to talk to me either.”

I felt her lay down too, “I really needed someone there with me when Izz went off the deep end. Where she stopped smiling and was selfish about her wants. I really needed someone to talk to other than Izz because during that time it was just me and her, and she kept it that way.”

“But I was gone, and you were left to care for her. Look, Alana, I’m sorry about what I did. I can blame my upbringing or my parents all I want, but it was still me that did it. It was still my choice to torment you and to try to get you back to being straight.”

“Yeah, that hurt me the most for real. You constantly dogging me to be straight,” she laughed as she turned to look at me.

Belle’s constant yells of orgasm and pleasure made us laugh.

“Hey, remember when we went to Nina’s party? Remember when Finn kept bothering Belle? I never figured out why he was doing that.”

That got her to giggle a lot, “Oh, he was trying to impress Izz with his new car and he was talking about it constantly. Izz didn’t give a shit about Finn’s new car, but when she tried to walk away and Finn grabbed her, she does this thing when she’s angry where she grabs the person by the forehead and squeezes as hard as she can. Well, Finn ended up leaving the party early because of ‘headaches’ and didn’t show up to school on Monday.”

“Truce? Or at least let’s try not to kill one another. I don’t want to know what sweetie meant by ‘we won’t like what he’ll do’ or something.”

We got up and hugged one another.

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

So they decided to stay. Good, I was bluffing with what I said. I don’t know what I would have done had they decided to not get along.

“All done in there?”

Roxxy nodded and Alana joined her. “Good.”

By this time I’ve been giving Bella what she’s wanted. Her pussy clamping down around me, telling me that she’s been orgasming the entire time. She’s slouched against me while her lower body has been working on its own like it has a mind of its own.

“Izz, how many times did you cum?” Alana snickered as she moved in next to us.

“I don’t… remember,” Bella drunkenly murmured, “m-maybe 7 times.”

Alana moved in next to me then she took Bella’s right tit and started sucking on it. Roxxy did the same with the other breast. Bella started screaming even harder, and I’m finding this incredibly sexy. I actually felt more blood pumping into my already engorged cock and I found myself feeling reinvigorated.

“S-So, did you two decide on what to do?”

Our lips came off of Izz’s nipples with a loud slurp, and we just smiled at him. I gave him a kiss, and Rox did the same. “All good then?”

“Yeah, we’re going to work on our relationship,” Roxxy answered as she looked at Alana, “but we’re good, we need a bit of time.”

“Good, now we’ll just – *unh* fuck – let me give Bella another orgasm.”

The girls helped me out with Mother Wolf. Alana went back to sucking Bella’s nipple and biting it and she started rubbing and fingering Bella’s clit while Roxanne sucked and pinched her left breast and nipple.

“Y-You motherfuckers!” Bella screamed as she grabbed me by the neck, trying to strangle me but there’s no strength behind her. But she gave up on that and her eyes glazed over. Her pussy clamping around me, twitching and squirming as she gives another howling moan. She laid down on my chest and gave a whimpering cry.

*** ***Roxanne*** ***

When we peeled off Belle from his shimmering cock, Alana went over and started to suck him off and I followed.

“Alana, I need you to be a good girl, alright?” Alana nodded and Chris turned his attention to me. “Go on, clean me up.”

I did as he asked. I slurped up all of the nasty, tasty, slimy coatings he has on. At first, I was disgusted with how it tasted, but over time I’m starting to enjoy it. I licked him up and cleaned as much of it off of his cock, finally enjoying the taste, Belle’s taste.

Now I’m not dressed like how they are dressed. I’m not familiar with what Chris finds attractive or anything. All I’m wearing is a really big t-shirt that I got from my older brother, and boxers that I’ve enjoyed wearing because they’re comfortable. When he took me up on the couch and flipped my shirt over, he immediately took off my underwear. Alana giggled teasingly at me, and all I could do is look at her helplessly.

“We’ll tell you what he likes to see,” she sighed. She started tending to Belle, wiping up her sopping wet crotch and fixing her hair a bit. Chris usually takes the time to do it, but for some reason today he’s more focused on each of us getting our own fucking.

I finally turned my attention to him and then that feeling came over me as he penetrated me. It felt like the first time, or a bit after since he took my virginity, where my walls were together and his battering ram came and tore it asunder. That feeling of being taken and owned by him. I know he doesn’t see it as owning me, but that’s precisely how I see it. I don’t think I can be with another man.

“Are you alright?” he asked me and I could only nod slowly, then he pushed in deeper and deeper, even more so than the last time we had sex. He went down and we kissed, passionately and with affection, and I never received that before. Is this what being in love feels like? My heart is fluttering, and I’m feeling like I’m soaring in the clouds.

We kept our lips together, tongue dancing like snakes trying to mate. We’ve kissed before but it was all a formality with what comes after. This time felt more personal and more intimate. It didn’t feel forced or anything, it just felt correct.

He hooked the back of my knees over his arm as he pressed it up, allowing him to go even deeper into me. I watched his cock go up and down like a car’s piston, slowly pumping into me. His cock head scratched and scraped my insides as more and more orgasm overtaken my head, filling it with endorphins. He pushed my shirt over my breast, and while smaller in comparison to Alana he didn’t seem to mind it. It’s still enough for him to have a handful while he grabs them, however, and I guess as long as he can suck a girl’s nipple and fondle it, it’s perfectly fine for him.

“How many times has it been?” Alana asked aloud, “a dozen?”

“S-S-Six times,” I struggled to answer as he pressed himself into me while gyrating his hips, “Seven!! Ah, fuck! I’m c-coming again!!!”

His cock head grinds against my pleasure spots, especially the deeper ones that hit more intensely. “You’re on the pill?” he asked, and I nodded eagerly. I’ve been waiting for this, waiting to get that feeling that Alana and Belle have described to me. Alana told me that it’ll take a week for it to start working.

“Good,” he grunts as he started to thrust faster and faster, “b-because I’m… fuck I’m going to fill your pussy up.”

“Fill me up, please. I want to feel your cum inside my pussy. I want to feel it flow into me like a fucking flood! Fuck me harder, fuck me harder! Slap me! Slap my tits, slap it!”

When his hands went across my face firmly, I felt a surge of pain that somehow felt good. When his hands collided with my breast, it felt so good that it felt wrong!

“*Mmmm*, fuck! Harder, choke me! Fucking choke me!”

He put his hands around my throat and firmly pressed down around the side of my neck. I gave him a stifled gasp as I tried to take in some breath, but I couldn’t. When I tapped his forearm after a dozen seconds, he released his grip and that sudden flood of oxygen gave me such a fucking high.

“Fucking, fuck! Fill me up, fill me up, fill my pussy up with your cum!”

With a final press of his hips, I felt it. His first eruption splashed against my cervix and walls. The second and third ones followed and I could feel every hit of his warm splooge. His throbbing cock, and my twitching, convulsing pussy wall gave me another shuddering orgasmic high that he had to cover my mouth with how loud I was screaming.

His fingers went over and pinched my erect nipples, twisting them and letting them spring back to how they were. My eyes finally opened and he’s just sitting over me, smiling. “You and Alana have more in common than you think.”

I looked over at Alana and she gave me a sort of salute. “I’ll fill you in later, right enjoy the high.”

When Chris retrieved his dick from inside of me, I guess my pussy didn’t want to let him go as it made a squelching noise and a small *pop* when he plucked the head out from inside. Alana went over and started sucking him off, licking and slurping up what she could get. Then, I guess as a sign of what’s to come, she came over to me and sucked the cum out of my pussy.

When she was done, she crawled up to my face, opened her mouth. and let a combination of her drool and Chris’ semen flow out from her mouth which I gladly accepted. That bitter-sweet taste with a hint of saltiness. Then we shared a kiss.

“Y’all watch too much porno or something,” Chris laughed as he sat next to Belle and cuddled against her.

~ End of Part 32 ~

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