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Cannon reached down to rub at Toy’s hard, pulsing clit. His fervent cock kept pumping into her asshole. She could hear his rough breathing and knew that he loved ravaging her ass as much as she was coming to love being used by him.

All of Sue’s body was trembling now. She lifted her ass up, pushing her buttocks into Toy’s face, as Toy eagerly twisted her tongue into her hole. She could only barely taste Sue’s flesh through the overpowering flavor of Cannon’s seed, but she relished it.

Toy writhed, her thrusting hips driving his fingers against her hot, wet pussy. Cannon sharply drew in breath when he felt his own prick through Toy’s sex, plunging up her ass.

Then Sue was shaking, screaming unintelligibly, violent tremors overtaking her as she felt the full intensity of her orgasm crashing down on her. “Aaah! Aaaagh! AHHHH!” Sue cried out, her voice arousing Cannon even more.

He hilted himself in Toy’s ass, fully making her his cock-holster, and then let her feel his erection bucking and throbbing, his climax flaring through it before it released a flood of semen into her hot asshole. Toy felt every spurt of his giant prick as his cum splattered into her bowels, seeming like a balm on the feverish inner flesh he had tortured such orgasmic pleasure out of. Toy felt her own rapture hit her, wave after wave of pleasure rippling out of her deeply penetrated anus.

Finished, feeling all motion, almost all life leave Toy’s body, Cannon wrenched himself out of her. He picked her up from where her face had fallen between Sue’s asscheeks, then dropped her dazed expression onto Sue’s upper thigh. She was out of it; had given him all the pleasure she was capable of.

Sue might still have some service as a cum dumpster, but he didn’t have anything to give her. His cock was out of commission for the foreseeable future. So Cannon dragged himself up to the head of the bed, lying down on one of the pillows. He had little care for creature comforts, but he was in no mood to wake up with his back out of alignment.

Barely conscious, Sue pulled herself after him, clawing at the sheets for traction until she managed to beach herself on Cannon’s chest. She wrapped her arms around him, her left arm behind his head, her right hand nestled in his chest hair. Cannon didn’t mind. The silky flesh of her arm had less bumps than the pillow. He would’ve rested with his own arms pillowing his head if she hadn’t done it.

“Will you make love to me tomorrow?” Sue cooed.

Irked by her attempt at conversation, Cannon opened his eyes wide enough to find a pack of cigarettes and lighter on the floor beside the bed. He helped himself with the restless energy Sue kindled, making him think of a response. “Yeah, probably. You’re not such a bad fuck.”

“And… Madame Toy?”

“You tell me. She’s not such a bad lay either.”

“You could make love to me right now. While she’s asleep.” Sue playfully kicked out her foot, impacting Toy’s body. The Oriental muttered, but didn’t wake.

“You’ve had enough,” Cannon said. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. You should savor getting a break while you can.”

“Then… tomorrow… more?” Sue yawned, her tiredness catching up with her despite her excitement.

“Yeah, if you’re still available. That body of yours is always good for giving me a hard-on. Might as well do something with it.”

“But you’ll…” Sue yawned again, her eyes shutting and almost not opening. “Fuck Toy too?”

“Damn right. Now that I’ve had her ass, I plan on really breaking it in.” He handed her the cigarette. “Here. Help yourself.” She puffed on it obediently. “Course, I’ll also find time for you. Think of it as a relay race. She’ll take the baton when you can’t run with it anymore.”

Cannon took the cigarette back from her and took a drag on it, liking the sound of his plan, even if he’d never thought of it before speaking it out loud. It’d come to him as naturally as a hard-on.

Sue pouted, smoke trailing from her nostrils. “I can take you all on my own.”

“Yeah?” Cannon asked dubiously.

“Yeah,” Sue repeated. “I did it before!”

“Honey, I was holding back before. Now stop keeping me up. With the work your ass had to put in tonight, I’m betting you wouldn’t be smiling through your tears if I gave you a spanking.”

***

Cannon woke up to the sound of violence, snarled curses tearing through the air. The bed was empty except for him. Not bothering to dress, he grabbed his gun and proceeded outside.

Sue and Toy were by the well. It was obvious they’d been getting water, probably washing themselves off after last night’s cooled sweat and dried cum when the fight had broken out. The bucket of water had been knocked over, turning the ground at their feet into a patch of mud, and as he watched, Sue and Toy’s combat toppled over into it.

Toy held Sue’s face down in the dirty slop, Sue thrashing, breaking free while still gagging. She hadn’t bothered to dress either, and the mud clang to her pert breasts.

“Dumb bitch!” Toy cursed, suddenly on her again, slapping Sue before getting her hands around her throat. She slammed her head down into the mud, sending flecks of wet dirt up into the air to splash against her own naked body.

Sue got her hand up in a massive slap, twisting Toy’s head to the side. The Oriental reeled before punching Sue in the face. “Uhh!” Then she was mounting Sue, stretching Sue’s arms out above her head while her legs straddled the blonde’s face.

“You whore!” Sue shouted up at her. “This is turning you on!”

“Dirty cunt! I’d make you eat me out if you weren’t such a dirty cunt!” Toy shouted back, but she stayed on top of Sue, squeezing her thighs around Sue’s head. Sue kicked and dug her heels into the muddy ground, trying to get some leverage, manage to unseat Toy, but she couldn’t find any purchase with the muddy water pooled all around her.

Cannon approached them, his gun held idly but ready at his side. “Both of you, stop!” he boomed in a firm voice. “You’ve got an audience!”

The two women leapt up, Toy no longer bothering to hold Sue down, as they saw the Indians who filled the nearby jungle.

Sue had to brace her hands on Cannon’s leg to keep from falling back down. She felt dizzy and weak; her heart was racing. She was mortified to be seen in the naturist splendor she had reserved for Cannon and uncaringly allowed Toy to be included in. Her embarrassment wasn’t enormously rational, because the Indians were hardly dressed themselves; only one of them had on more than a loincloth or headband.

He stepped forward, wearing a college sweater above his loincloth, and Sue felt a thrill of fear. It increased her excitement, making her cunt pound like her heart was, and she petted Cannon’s naked leg as she clung to it. She also noticed that Toy was wrapped around Cannon’s other leg, her face nuzzling against his bare thigh. She was all but kissing it. Sue’s eyes narrowed; the slut. Staring daggers at Madame Toy, she almost missed the Indian’s speech.

“Don’t shoot. We were just enjoying the show.”

Seeing that they were unarmed, Cannon slung his carbine over his shoulder. “You speak English well for a native. How come?”

“My name’s Tarumara. I was born here but educated at Columbia University.”

Cannon nodded, now recognizing the C on his sweater. “If you were born here, then you should know the area. I need to get to Podres.”

***

As decisively as that, Cannon’s course of action was set. He didn’t spare a second look for Toy and Sue, but neither of them could bring themselves to care. It was obvious to both that Cannon’s callous firmness was exactly what made him such a godsend in the bedroom—or wherever he decided to have them.

He did spare them a few thoughts. Once dressed, he considered them before leaving. They’d washed up and Sue and Toy preened a little, thinking that he might be committing the sight of their naked bodies to memory before his journey.

“Wait here,” he told them in his terse voice. “I’ll be back in a few days. Try not to fight too hard over who gets to go first again. By the time I get back, I’ll be pent up enough to handle the two of you twice over.”

Then he was gone, not even leaving them any time to protest that there’d been a little more to their morning catfight than deciding who would get his cock first—albeit not much more.

“I can’t believe he’d leave us alone with a bunch of Indians,” Sue whined.

Toy was unsympathetic, if thinking along the same lines. “What do you think he’s going to do with us when he gets back?”

Sue smirked at her.

“Besides that,” Toy amended.

“You think he’ll take us to the United States?” Sue asked, worried.

“He’s let me go before,” Toy reminisced. “But just to be on the safe side, maybe we should ask one of these Indians to get us out.”

“That’s a good idea,” Sue agreed. “You should do it.”

Toy sputtered. “I… I don’t have any money.”

“I don’t either. But there are other ways to pay your way,” Sue quipped. “You’ve done it enough with Cannon.”

“It’s different with Cannon,” Toy said sincerely. “What about you? Aren’t you going to come with me?”

Sue resisted the impulse to remind Toy of how much she’d come with her the other night… with Cannon. “I suppose it’s better than risking Cannon dragging me to the States.”

“Yes.” Toy nodded. “You can go and I can stay here.”

“Why are you going to stay?” Sue demanded.

Toy flushed to a ruby shade. “Fine. I’ll go and you come with me.”

“I don’t want to go,” Sue said firmly.

“Well, I’m not leaving you here!”

“Why not?”

“S-solidarity,” Toy stammered.

Sue smirked at her.

“Well, why won’t you leave?” Toy insisted.

“I will leave.”

“Good. Then go.”

“And you’ll come with me?”

“I think someone should stay and, uh…” Toy paused, licking her lips. “Ah…”

“Don’t strain yourself,” Sue told her. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“You’re thinking the same thing!” Toy accused.

Sue couldn’t deny it. She sighed and Toy sighed with her.

“You think he’ll really take us back to the States?” Sue asked.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Toy reasoned.

“He will if we’re more trouble than we’re worth. He’s unsentimental that way,” Sue mused. “If you keep fighting me over him.”

“Me fighting over him?” Toy shrieked. “You were the one who seduced him away from me!”

“You were the one who interrupted us!” Sue retorted. “I let you have your shot at him. It’s not my fault he still wanted more.”

“It’s not—I suppose it is my fault, maybe,” Toy realized. “I conditioned him. But he was always very… very much more than a normal man. That cock… the way he uses it… even I couldn’t teach him that…”

“He took care of both of us,” Sue recalled, shuddering with lust. “I was throwing everything I had at him and he still had enough for two at once…”

“I wasn’t holding anything back either,” Toy said. “There’s really no need to fight over him. He does what he wishes with us regardless. We’re his playthings. We should just enjoy it.”

“We should,” Sue agreed. “Maybe if we show him we can accept what he wants from us, then he’ll just…”

“Keep us,” Toy finished for her.

Sue smiled, at first at the thought of Cannon fucking both of them like he had the night before. Then she thought of Cannon just fucking Toy, like he had that first night when she’d been a voyeur. It didn’t provoke any jealousy in her. It made her excited.

“It wouldn’t be so bad,” she said, her voice heavy. “Him fucking you too.”

“Or you,” Toy agreed, her breath rushing a little. “It’s like… seeing what it looks like when he’s inside you. It’s almost as good as having him fucking you.”

“Nothing’s as good as having him fuck you,” Sue insisted with almost a purr. “That’s why we’re even discussing this.”

“Discussing…?” Toy asked breathlessly, getting a little lost between fantasy and memory. There seemed little difference between them at the moment.

Sue lay back on the bed. She remembered how Madame Toy had tongued her ass. She thought about how much she had enjoyed that and how she had never really done anything in return for Toy. Maybe it was time to return the favor… in spades.

“There’s one perversion we haven’t tried using to ensnare Cannon,” she whispered, as much to herself as to Toy. “One thing no man can resist.”

She leaned on her elbows, spreading her legs so that her juicy cunt opened up. Toy looked unthinkingly—and yet perhaps there was something to the fact that she so instinctively looked, like she was waiting for Sue to do something to draw her eye, an excuse to look at the blonde naked.