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Kirk crawled to the foot of the bed, then slid off it, landing on his feet almost between Salma and Christina. He couldn’t believe he had to be the mature one with two women whose collective age hit the century mark.

“Go on, Kirk, let the old lady down easy,” Christina snarled.

“Old lady? I’m only nine years older than you!” Salma retorted.

“So you admit it!”

“I admit that I’ve forgotten more about fucking than you’ve ever known!”

“Whoring your way from casting couch to casting couch, I’m sure!”

“I never--!”

“Maybe you should’ve. Then you could’ve had an actual career instead of starring in shit like Wild Wild West.”

“You’re going to talk to me about careers? Fifty years old and you’re still coasting off Mad Men!”

“I’m only forty-eight!”

“You don’t look it!”

“Look!” Kirk said, putting a hand to both their shoulders. “This is ridiculous, isn’t it? The two of you insulting each other’s looks—you both look amazing!”

They wheeled on him as one.

“Then who’s the better lay?” Salma demanded.

“Yeah, Kirk.” Christina crossed her arms. “Why are you in my bed instead of hers?”

Salma’s face darkened. It was clear her anger was no longer pointed at Christina alone.

“I lost track of time. I meant to finish up here and come back, but I didn’t get a good night’s rest yesterday… and Christina wanted to cuddle—"

Just as quickly as it had grown stormy, Salma’s face brightened. She favored Kirk with a smile that she quickly turned on Christina. “Ha! You hear that? He meant to come back to me for a real fuck!”

“Oh, I heard. He’d rather cuddle with me than screw you.” Christina stretched an arm around Kirk’s shoulders in an embrace. “Not that we’re just going to cuddle after you leave.”

“I am leaving.” Salma grabbed Kirk’s arm. “With my man. You can stay here and cuddle those fat tits of yours!”

Christina smiled cockily and took Kirk’s other arm. “Tell her, Kirk. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Tell her, Kirk. You don’t want to spend another minute with this come mierda when you could be with me!”

Kirk blinked in surprise before pulling his arms away from both of them. “It’s like I said. You’re both incredible.”

“Get real, Kirk!” Christina spat.

“Yes, stop being such a gentleman and break the lame cula’s heart already.”

“Hey, who would know but me?” Kirk asked them. “You both look amazing, you both have great moves, and you’re both passionate as hell. There’s no deciding between you. It’s a dead heat.”

Salma gnashed her teeth as she got in his face. “You’ll be in a dead heat if you don’t stop playing around and tell this cunt—”

“Hey, hey.” Kirk put both hands on Salma’s shoulders and kneaded away at the tension in them. “You don’t have to call her a bunch of names. What did she do, really? Just what we’d been doing. You’re going to judge her for enjoying herself?”

Christina opened her mouth before Kirk whirled on her, shutting her up with one firm look. “And let’s not pretend you didn’t know Salma and I were a thing. You cannot do this with every good-looking day laborer that comes by. You were curious why she was with me because you know she’s a beautiful woman who can have any man she wants. Weren’t you?”

Chastened, Christina pouted and looked at the ground. “I… so we’re really both… fuckable?”

“More than,” Kirk said, stepping behind her.

His cock brushed against Christina’s hip as he wrapped his arms around her. Salma let out a shrill note of distress, then clamped her mouth shut, not eager to receive another scolding like Kirk had given her before.

Kirk kissed the side of Christina’s neck. His hands slid up and down her soft, luscious belly. Salma could not help but let her eyes be drawn to the evidently delicious feel of Christina’s naked body and how the redhead was virtually purring with pleasure at being caressed. She wanted to flee from this reminder of Kirk’s straying—but she couldn’t turn away.

Christina did not have Salma’s own toned bikini body, but she was still in remarkable shape with her hourglass figure. And there was no arguing with those astounding breasts… they actually made Salma a bit envious, even disbelieving that Kirk had refused to pick her. He was a breast man and Christina had the breasts to beat.

Or… had Kirk not picked her? Wasn’t he kissing her, touching her? Salma’s heart sank. Perhaps she should go before she was distressed any further.

Then Kirk took Christina’s hands and guided them out to Salma’s body. Clashing with each other, they’d come up to within only a few feet of each other’s bodies. Kirk easily reached Salma—his and Christina’s joined hands petting down her flanks, together feeling her hips and ass in a caress that felt even better than Kirk’s usual foreplay. Christina, that beautiful puta, was sampling her right alongside her man.

“She’s got a great ass, doesn’t she?” Kirk husked, whispering directly into Christina’s ear, but loud enough for Salma to hear him too. “How could I pick just one of you when she has such an incredible ass? And you…”

He let go of Christina’s hands, leaving them groping Salma’s ass, and took Salma’s hands instead. Pulling them over to where Christina stood, back against his chest, and taking them to Christina’s bust. As Christina and he had done, now Salma and Kirk molded Christina’s breasts in their hands, together enjoying the delectable heat and sumptuousness that so many had lusted after.

Angry as she had been, Salma could not remain immune to Christina’s charms—especially with her body still burning hot from feeling Kirk’s hands on her, from still feeling Christina’s hands.

“You have the best tits,” Kirk told Christina, looking in Salma’s eyes as he said it, seeing the other woman’s agreement while her hands squeezed and savored, delighting in how incredibly endowed Christina was. “And your face is beautiful. Just like Salma’s.”

He took Salma’s right hand and guided it up over Christina’s shoulder, kissing it, sucking on the fingers, while his other hand stayed at Christina’s chest. Between Kirk and Salma, Christina kept enjoying having her breasts played with, and the feel of Salma’s hot ass in her hands.

“Now, do you still want me to pick?” Kirk asked, putting Salma’s hand to Christina’s face. The redhead actually moaned, eyes shutting—then flying open as Kirk pressed himself to her back, letting her feel his erection at full strength, throbbing against her creamy ass. “Or should we all pick each other?”

Salma looked over Christina’s naked body. There was no denying its charms. She could no longer blame Kirk at all for playing around with her.

Christina looked down at Salma’s hands, on her cheek and in her cleavage. Even fully dressed, the Mexican was a sight to behold… even better to feel. And then there was Kirk, his naked body felt all along her back, reminding her of how good it had been on their own, making her think of how it could be with all three of them… just seeing Salma naked, and watching her with her young lover… their young lover, now… it would be sensational.

“I’ve never been with a woman before,” Christina mewled, the words slipping free of her on a moan because she had to say something.

Kirk’s hands circled Christina’s hips and leapt to Salma’s, getting a good grip on her slender waist before pulling up against Christina and himself—sandwiching the redhead between what had to be the best examples of the male and female genders imaginable.

“A woman your age,” Kirk teasingly chided. “Don’t you think it’s high time you tried?”

Later, Salma wouldn’t remember who made the first move any more than Christina would. It just seemed like a good time to kiss, to both of them, at the same time. And before either of them knew what was happening, they were embracing, not just pressed up to each other as Kirk had had them, kissing and fondling each other’s bodies with wild excitement.

Kirk came away from Christina, sweeping around behind Salma, helping her undress while she focused on pleasuring the redhead as much as she was being serviced. It was like the two women were desperate to make up for all the time they had wasted, focusing on Kirk alone when they could’ve been enjoying each other as well.

“Ohhh, what sweet tits,” Christina muttered as soon as Kirk had Salma’s shirt off. She dove into Salma’s cleavage, kissing over the ample globes slowly and deeply. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Did you know that? I think that’s why I was so defensive with Kirk—I knew just how seductive you can be…”