It was exactly what I had been waiting for: Billy's arms settled around the blond's, and to everyone's surprise, she was as supple as a ballet dancer. Her breasts were perfect; the mere thought of taking them in hand sent a warm thrill of fervent passion through him. He cupped one, and she stopped seeing with her metallic eyes — a shade of blue that made ice seem dull — and in a charming motion, Billy kissed her while Mónica, nearby, stroked herself. She played with pleasure, entirely carried away by the image of gratifying herself. She closed her eyes and let the smells and sounds carry her to a blinding dawn of pleasure.
Eva simply let the glasses guide her behavior. She tilted her head back, exposing her chest to kisses given with such grace and force. Her breasts were wholly pink, like two oranges, fully erect; thin brows and a square jaw framed a quick smile. Yet it was her eyes that spoke desire. With a long reach, Billy touched skin smoother than any silk; she shivered or let her mouth release whispered pleasures, her long arms clasping his neck with intensity.
Hungry for more, Billy slid down her small red lace panties with bows at the sides while she buried her face in his neck and felt how wet her body was, full of itself. Bare except for a thin line of hair over her vulva, Eva offered Billy the wetness of her depths. She cried at his affection and gripped him tightly, just as she always hoped. It was Mónica's patience that taught Billy the art of lovemaking; she was a master at showing him the best ways to caress a woman.
There was nothing admirable, nothing undesirable, and nothing comparable.
Mónica opened her eyes, and decency vanished when she saw Eva's ass. She moved down, grabbed it with both hands, making Eva jump a little; Mónica's tongue circled the anus, then descended to Billy's fingers, rose back to the anus, and tasted that intimate place — beyond the minimal rules of decency — which made her add a sigh, letting intrusion be guided by alcohol and pleasure. It wasn't new to experiment in youth, but at twenty-five, she was young, and the world offered tastes; when hedonism mingled with beauty, accepting a pretty face was easy.
Resolved, on all fours, Mónica searched for Eva's weak spots while giving Billy a deep-throat blow job, as far as her mouth allowed. Between gagging and the release of pleasure, something lodged in her mind, something grotesque that crossed the limits: the taste of semen, the lack of air, her struggle to hold on—an extreme pleasure game calibrated by the brain then forgotten.
So much so that Mónica continued her course of kissing, intruding, and utterly crossing boundaries. Billy couldn't take it and came fully into her mouth; she felt the thick offering slide down her throat, tears escaping, salty taste, and harsh hands gripping her hair.
She fell silent, and so did Billy, while Mónica breathed deeper and grew more excited. Eva moved aside, and Mónica mounted Billy, demanding, as Billy now kissed Eva and then Mónica. Sweat slicked the three bodies in allegorical patterns; bodily fluids filled each of their minds, and the way to bear such feelings was simply to forget them.
Billy knew all of Mónica's weaknesses in detail, and every trace delivered a pleasure that made her give herself entirely to the sensations that always led them to the same places. Eva grew bold and slipped a finger into Billy's anus, laughing as he flinched, then ended up inside Mónica, who remained unsatisfied. Mónica kept attacking Eva while allowing Billy and Eva to join her; they sampled everything from each other, and even when Mónica reached climax, Eva insisted on tasting her abundant juices.
Two releases passed, and Billy hoped his stamina would last longer, but when he finished at Eva's rear entrance, and she squeezed hard, crying out forcefully, Eva was hypersensitive there, and any touch sent her wobbling like jelly. Mónica bound her hands to the bed frame and covered her eyes; Billy thrust forcefully while Mónica spanked her and kissed him, then tasted the mixture, repeating so the intensity would climb beyond — being treated as a toy, being submissive, had not been on her mind, but the pleasure and domination by the pair became intoxicating, and they used her as expected.
Eva only acknowledged things when morning light began to show; exhausted, she closed her eyes and reopened them in the afternoon to see Mónica receiving Billy's caresses and eventually joining the festival of pleasure as sodomy lingered by the window. Though she might deny it, they did not leave the bed for three days.
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--I think I'm pregnant, -- Eva Herzigova said, light in her tone and laughing in her way.
--Well, you need to take the pill, -- Mónica replied, pouring herself a glass of wine.
--Where's Billy?-- Eva asked, a little agitated.
--He has business in the United Kingdom; he'll be back when he isn't wasting time,-- Mónica answered. --But he left his black card with us. He's only given it to me twice, and I think he's completely satisfied.--
--I thought it would never end,-- Eva said.
--We lasted weeks, maybe a month, -- Mónica replied.
--Having a rich boyfriend is another dream,-- Eva said, knowing exactly what she meant. She stretched and, hugging Mónica, rested her head on her chest.
--When I met him, he was reserved,-- Mónica said.
--And that card — what is it? -- Eva asked, closing her eyes with sleepiness.
--Spend whatever you want over the next few days, as much as you like. A car is nothing; we bought clothes. Billy owns some car brands, so it'll be easier to get race cars, -- Mónica said, stretching and facing her. Two beautiful women, as God brought them into the world, just awakened, radiant as the source of color in the promised land, a place of beauty and purity. Not to be outdone, she cupped Eva's cheeks and kissed her gently.
Billy's black card was a credit card with no spending limit, given to the wealthy clients known to the bank; Billy's investments and the gold bearing his name were enough for him to spend 300,000 a day, and that was a modest estimate.
--Stop kissing me, --Eva said.
--I never liked kissing a woman; I only do it sometimes, --Mónica laughed.
--It's true. I think it's because you miss Billy. He's a very good man. Better than many I've known; it almost seems like he knows you, -- Eva replied.
--He always makes me sigh; he always melts me,-- Mónica said. Eva kissed her.
Thus, with excuses and errands, the two women went out, shopped and spent, and lunched at the finest restaurants.
--Kisses are love,-- Eva responded.