VI Epilogue 4 of 4

You’re with Viti and Sheva in their hotel room in the city after another victorious Friday. A movie plays on the TV, but the three of you are not paying attention.

You giggle ticklishly. Viti sucks on your finger, whimpering as Sheva’s smooth, strong fingers milk her chubby cock. Thick cum bubbles out onto Viti’s satin jammies as tears roll down her round cheeks. She should know better than to pop a woody in this situation. What are you and Sheva going to do? Not tease her?

You pull your finger out of her mouth and she sags against Sheva, who wraps her arms around her fondly and strokes her hair.

“Mm. Not in front of Riley,” Viti is pointlessly trying to protest after the fact, but she lacks the energy. It’s like those thick loads contain her life ****. Her face slides into Sheva’s chest, and her familiar snoring begins within five minutes.

This didn’t happen by accident. You were ostensibly invited up to eat and watch movies, but Sheva wouldn’t have worn such sexy lingerie for just that: it’s a matching lace set in white. She looks like a Victoria’s Secret angel, only a little healthier and without the fake wings. Viti isn’t wrong to get hard; this was entrapment.

“Well,” Sheva says with a glance at you, kissing the top of the sleeping Viti’s head. “Now that’s out of the way.” She gently lays Viti down and covers her with the sheet, crawling over her toward you in a slightly catlike and extremely slutty way.

You lie back as she climbs over you, resting her weight on your body.

“Right here?” you ask. You’re about nine inches away from Viti.

“Keep your voice down,” she orders, then kisses you fiercely. Your hands respond to her tongue sliding into your mouth by caressing her hips. She grinds her pelvis against you thirstily. The kiss is wet and uninhibited. She makes a noise between a sigh and a groan when you pull up on her panties, tugging them tight across her pussy.

She doesn’t resist as you roll her over to get on top. She spreads her legs and digs her nails into your back so you don’t get any ideas about getting creative. Sheva is nothing if not predictable and consistent in what she wants. She really should invest in a dildo.

But you are not trying to drag this out with Viti sleeping right there. Looking into Sheva’s eyes, you free your cock from your shorts, roughly yank the lacy crotch of Sheva’s panties to the side, and guide yourself between her warm folds. She keeps her voice in with a harsh lip bite and a hiss, her body stiffening as your full length enters her. You move almost hesitantly, not wanting to rock the bed and wake Viti, but Sheva doesn’t give you that option. She moves her body. A pillow falls off the bed, then the empty champagne bottle with a soft thunk. Her pussy sucks you in, making it impossible to exercise any control. You want to get wild, but you can’t.

You pull out of another kiss, intending to tell her with a look that she needs to settle down, but she’s already close. You’ve never seen her like this; missionary must be her favorite. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is wide open.

You realize with a jolt that while Sheva’s eyes are closed, Viti’s are open.

Your brain is frozen. Your hips keep working and Sheva’s fingers dig into your skin as you stare in shock at Viti. She’s watching intently, even more intensely red in the face than when she was cumming.

Suddenly, she scoots forward not to interfere, but to kiss you. Her lips are soft and so different from Sheva’s. Her kiss sends a wave of something new through your body. Your cock throbs inside Sheva, maybe getting even harder. Sheva chokes and orgasms with a spasm tearful spasm in her lower half, clutching at you.

Viti pulls away, watching Sheva ride those feelings with you inside her to the hilt. Sheva finally goes limp, gasping for breath. She opens her eyes to gaze up at you in a satisfied, post-orgasmic haze only to find Viti peering down at her. She goes rigid, but this time it’s not because of an orgasm.

The awkward moment stretches.

Still breathless, Sheva speaks.

“You aren’t upset?” she asks hesitantly.

Viti can’t get any redder. “That depends,” she says, looking at you. Her eyes travel down to your hard cock, shining with Sheva’s juices.

Viti doesn’t have Sheva’s control over her voice. Her adorable moans match the tempo of her bouncing breasts as you give her the same missionary treatment you gave Sheva, only with twice the passion. You cover Viti’s neck in angry, red hickeys.

Beside you, Sheva wears a look of slight annoyance even as she vigorously rubs her clit. Her eyes are glued to your cock gliding in and out of Viti’s swollen, fleshy pussy.

“Yes!” Viti sobs raggedly as her fat little cock spurts another dollop of cum onto her jiggling belly. You grab her shoulders, go in deep, and let go. Sheva’s eye twitches as she watches your taut buttocks clench with each burst that you pump straight into Viti’s womb.

You roll off and Viti doesn’t wait to catch her breath before eagerly getting close. You slip your arm around her. She’s as soft as a body pillow, and much warmer. Sheva appears to consider holding out, then chooses not to bother. She cuddles up against you while trying to look as though she’s not cuddling. Her lithe body is firm, but limber. She’s not looking at you. You turn to check on Viti, finding her already asleep with her head resting against your boob.

Sheva snorts, then settles down and pulls up the sheets.