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Though she wanted to savor that bolt of ecstasy for as long as possible, Christina was too excited to go without more. Already she could feel the decadent pressure building again in her fiery sex.

She gritted her teeth and bore down on Kirk’s hard, quivering manhood, feeling it in her depths, at the very core of her. The heat was building quickly. Christina wouldn’t have to wait long for another explosion.

Kirk wanted it to happen even faster. He’d loved the sight of Christina in a fit of rapture and even feeling her cunt sucking at his member wasn’t enough to sate his deep-set lust. Not only did he have Salma to fuck right next door, now he had this wild vixen craving his prick.

Already he saw himself juggling the two voluptuous MILFs: satisfying first one, then the other. Only stopping with Salma long enough to service Christina.  Then leaving Christina gagging for it while he was back to getting Salma off.

The vision was enough to send a geyser of white-hot cum up through his cock to douse the tender folds that surrounded it.

“RUHHH!” he howled, his skin feeling too tight for his bulging muscles, his muscles feeling so tense they might explode. His hips lunged up to smack against Christina’s groin as he exploded inside her, gushing seed flooding her womanhood.

The feeling of being seeded—so much, so hot—drove Christina wild. All idea of prolonging, relishing the fuck, they flew out of her head along with the rest of her thoughts. There was only what her cunt was telling her, how it responded to that first blast of sperm by carrying the wave of sensation to the rest of Christina’s body like a spreading forest fire.

She kissed Kirk while her body quivered, trying with her tongue to thank him for how he’d filled her pussy, first with his prick, then fuller and fuller with one rope of cum after another.

“More, Kirk! Do it to me! Let me have all your big cock! Oh, you hot little—I want cum! As much cum as that dirty fucking cunt can take! Oooooo! Sweet baby! So much fucking cum!”

Driven rigid by the shocks of delight rampaging through her body, Christina bounced on Kirk’s erection as she rode out one orgasm after another. His prick stayed stiff long after there was no more for it to pump out, giving Christina more than enough time to chase another orgiastic high.

“Big dick inside me… big dick deep in my cunt…” She couldn’t seem to straighten her crossed eyes, so she shut them instead, fucked straight from wakefulness into a sleepy demimonde.

Christina remained on top of her drained lover for the long time it took to catch her breath. Then she lowered herself carefully down to lie on top of him—not wanting to risk any injury to the beautiful dick that had given her such pleasure. She intwined her sweaty body with his, smiling as she enjoyed her secret triumph over Salma Hayek.

Kirk wrapped his arms around Christina’s cooling body and enjoyed his own triumph—and the anticipation of what he’d do to Salma, now that Christina had given him so many thoughts about how women liked to be treated.

***

Salma tapped her foot and when the grandfather clock in her den chimed one, she tapped it even louder, as though to drown out the loud declaration of time passed. It had now been an hour and a half since Kirk was supposed to have finished with Christina’s pool and come back to her, to finish what they’d started… as much as their lust for each other ever could be finished.

Once, she would’ve thought that nothing could sate their desire. So why wasn’t Kirk here, getting more of her? What could he possibly be doing at Christina’s that would take so long?

A thought occurred to her… it swelled in her mind no matter how she fought to let it go without acknowledgment… Christina, such a beautiful woman… and Kirk, so virile, so passionate, so good to fuck.

Salma went to get herself a drink; one of quite a few she had helped herself to while waiting, getting hornier and hornier as well as more and more anxious. Stray tears had smeared her mascara and running her hands through her hair repeatedly had worked her tresses out of their straightening, leaving them a curly mess.

The redness in her cheeks and the flashing anger in her eyes did not decrease her allure, but definitely took her further from being the smiling sexpot of her red carpet appearances and social media videos.

Feeling the woolly fuzziness gathering in her brain and realizing she was on her way to being drunk, Salma decided she would do something about this indignity she’d been subjected to. She wouldn’t let Christina leave her with a puffy face and a hangover and no man. She slugged down the remainder of her tequila, then tromped out her backdoor and through the gate to Christina’s backyard.

The pool was unattended, just as it’d been all the other times she’d checked. This time, though, Salma didn’t accept that Kirk was just using Christina’s phone or bathroom. She went to the backdoor and swept it open, letting herself right in.

Inside of Christina’s foyer, Salma stopped and thought of what she’d been doing. Technically, she was trespassing now, even if Christina was a friend… not that she felt like one at the moment.

But Salma had expected to catch them in the act. She didn’t hear any lovemaking, no telltale moans or gasps or—Salma blushed—that roar Kirk let out when he came so hard that Salma knew he was having an orgasm only her divine body could give him.

Maybe Christina wasn’t home. Maybe Kirk had been called away on some family emergency.

Salma’s head spun. Maybe she’d had too much to drink.

Then she saw the boyish clothes scattered on and around the couch. Shorts, a T-shirt: nothing Christina would ever wear. The filthy puta had stripped Kirk bare before she’d had her way with him!

Salma knew where the master bedroom was and stampeded right to it, throwing the door open to find the luxurious four-corner bed was far from neatly made. Kirk laid in the middle of it like a sultan in his seraglio, Christina at his side, arms wrapped around him, leg thrown over him, the sultan’s favorite harem girl delighting in having fully pleased her master.

His eyes were shut, his lipstick-smeared mouth letting out one snore after another, while Christina’s lips had caught in the middle of sucking on his shoulder, like they’d run out of energy after one orgasm and on their way to the other.

Kirk had never slept over with Salma. He’d always fucked and run, giving their coupling a dirty, illicit feel that stoked Salma’s desire for their next encounter. But now, seeing Christina enjoy such comfortable decadence, she felt cheated. Who was that redheaded zorra to know this sort of contentment with Kirk when she had laid claim on him first?

“Just as I thought!” Salma erupted, staring wide-eyed from the bedroom door.

Kirk startled and came awake, jostling Christina into blinking awareness too. “Salma? What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” Salma shouted, a hot flush of passion replacing the jealousy she’d been feeling. “What are you doing here in the gutter with this maldita?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Christina yawned, putting a hand on Kirk’s chest. “I think you’d better leave, Salma. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Oh no!” Salma doubled her fists and marched over to the bed. “I got you this bed, Christina, remember? It was a gift! Well, I’m taking it back!”

She sat fixedly on the edge of the bed, her arms folded across her chest.

“It’s occupied,” Christina informed her sweetly, rubbing her hand over Kirk’s small but toned pecs. “Though I don’t blame you for wanting to watch. I imagine we put on quite the show.”

“Vete al diablo!” Salma swore, grabbing Christina’s foot and pulling on it so that Christina was yanked across the mattress away from Kirk.

“Let go of me!” Christina cried, kicking and scrambling until she’d gotten away from Salma, but ended up lost in a tangle of bedsheets.

She worked her way out until she dropped off the side of the bed. Salma stood up on the other side.

“You can’t throw me away like a used condom!” Salma roared.

“If he hadn’t thrown you away, he wouldn’t be here, now would he?”

“So you admit it! You stole him from me!”

“He wasn’t yours in the first place! Not the way he is mine!”

Salma circled around the bed. Christina went around it too. They met at its foot, coming face to face, scowling and sneering at each other.

“Kirk!” Salma hissed, not looking away from Christina’s eyes. “Tell this has-been bitch that it was fun giving her a try, but you’re staying with a real woman.”

Christina stared right back into Salma’s eyes. “Kirk, tell this no-talent couch climber that now that you’ve been with a woman who knows what she’s doing, you’re not going back to some… puta.”