Chapter 88. Alicia Was The First One To Get Thrusted While Laura Waited And Kissed Me**

Chapter 88: 88. Alicia Was The First One To Get Thrusted While Laura Waited And Kissed Me**

A thick, hot torrent of cum arced through the air, raining down on them like a storm.

It hit Laura square across her forehead and cheeks, streaming down her nose, while Alicia took a direct hit to her face and chest, the white fluid splattering across her golden skin.

It was a torrential release... multiple waves of hot, viscous cum that seemed to spray endlessly, coating their faces, their hair, and their shoulders in a glistening, pearlescent sheen.

"Oh fuck—oh god—" Laura gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as the warm liquid streaked down her face. "It’s everywhere—it’s so hot—"

"It’s beautiful," Alicia breathed, tilting her head back to catch the stray droplets, her lips parted in awe.

Both women scrambled backward, panting heavily, their hands going to their faces to wipe away the evidence. They looked at each other, then at their own bodies, covered in the steaming proof of my climax.

Their faces were streaked with white, their hair matted with sweat and cum, looking like two beautiful creatures who had just survived a shipwreck.

I slumped back against the furs, my chest heaving, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

But as the initial shock of the release faded, I felt something else—a familiar, throbbing ache.

My cock was still standing, still massive, still rock-hard and pulsing with residual heat. The first explosion had been violent, but it hadn’t emptied me.

Well... Not even close.

I looked up at them through half-lidded eyes. They saw it.

They saw the way my cock still twitched, still demanding more. A slow, knowing smirk spread across Laura’s face as she licked a stray drop of cum from her upper lip.

"Don’t think you’re off the hook that easily, Roland," she whispered, her eyes darkening with renewed hunger. "We know you’ve got plenty more where that came from."

"Yeah," Alicia added, crawling back toward me, her eyes blazing with a hunger that suggested she was already planning the next assault. "One round isn’t enough for a man like you."

"And we’re just getting started."

I lay there for a moment, my heart hammering against my ribs like a war drum, watching them. The tent was quiet save for their ragged breathing and the wet sounds of them cleaning themselves.

Laura was using the back of her hand to smear a thick streak of my cum across her cheek before licking it off with a slow, deliberate stroke of her tongue.

Alicia was doing the same, her fingers tracing the white droplets that clung to her collarbone as if she were savoring a rare delicacy.

"Fuck, Roland," Laura murmured, her voice thick with genuine awe as she tasted herself. "I’ve never felt anything like that... It’s like you tried to paint us from the inside out."

Alicia nodded, her eyes glassy as she looked down at her glistening chest. "It’s so warm... and so much."

"How do you even have that much in you? You’re like some kind of monster."

I couldn’t help it. A slow, smug grin spread across my face.

I felt like a king surveying his conquered territory. I knew I was a beast, and seeing them covered in the evidence of my power only fed that pride.

"You like it?" I asked, my voice dropping into a satisfied rumble. "You like being marked by me?"

Laura caught my expression and let out a throaty laugh, shaking her head. "Look at him... Look at that smug bastard’s face."

"He thinks he’s so lucky," Alicia giggled, though her eyes stayed locked on my cock, which was still twitching stubbornly despite the release. "He knows he’s just claimed us both at once."

"Lucky?" Laura repeated, turning to Alicia.

Her expression softened slightly. "Hey, Alicia... seriously, I’m sorry about earlier... especially about the stealing."

"To make it up for it... I really wanted you to go first tonight. And I wanted you to be the one he claimed properly before I jumped in."

Alicia shook her head immediately, reaching out to squeeze Laura’s hand. "No, no, Laura... I was the one being selfish."

"I wanted you to have your turn first... I wanted to watch you take him before I got my hands on you."

They stared at each other for a beat, the remnants of their earlier argument dissolving into genuine affection. But the tender moment didn’t last long... because the hunger in their eyes was already returning, sharper than before.

Laura shook her head, dismissing the apology. "Let’s not waste any more time talking about who goes first."

With the grace of a hunting cat, Laura began to crawl toward me. She didn’t stop until she was hovering directly over my torso.

Her skin was still slick, her breasts swaying with every movement. She pressed her palms against my chest, feeling the heat of my muscles beneath her.

Slowly, and deliberately, she used her weight to press down, guiding me backward until my shoulders hit the furs and I was lying flat on the floor.

"I’m taking charge now," Laura whispered, straddling my hips.

Her thighs clamped around my waist, and she leaned down until her lips were inches from mine. "I want to taste you properly before we really begin."

She began to rain kisses across my face... soft, lingering presses against my jaw, my cheek, my forehead... before finally capturing my lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

Her tongue sought mine, tasting of salt and arousal.

’Mmmph—ahhh—’ The sound of our lips meeting was wet and hungry.

Behind me, I felt a shift in the air. Alicia wasn’t sitting idly by this time.

I felt her warm breath on the nape of my neck before I felt her hands. She moved with a quiet, focused intensity, crawling up behind me to position herself.

She had never been the one in control before... she was usually the one being taken, the one being overwhelmed. But now, she was taking the initiative.

"My turn to be on top," Alicia whispered against my ear, her teeth grazing my lobe. "I want to feel you beneath me, Roland."

"I want to feel how you react when I’m the one controlling the rhythm."

I closed my eyes as the dual assault began again. Laura was above me, her mouth possessive and her body grinding against my hips as she kissed me senseless, while Alicia moved behind me, her hands sliding down to grip my hips, guiding me into the position she wanted.

The tension in the tent was no longer just about lust... it was about possession. They weren’t just sharing me anymore, but they were claiming me, each in her own way, preparing for the real storm to break.

The air in the tent was thick enough to choke on... saturated with the musk of sweat, the metallic tang of arousal, and the overwhelming heat of three bodies pushed beyond their limits.

The tender moment of reconciliation had passed completely, replaced by a raw and desperate hunger that felt almost feral.

Alicia moved with a newfound confidence, her eyes blazing with a predatory light as she positioned herself over me. She guided my cock to her entrance, her thighs quivering with anticipation.

When she lowered herself down... the sound that escaped her was primal like a guttural, throat-tearing scream that echoed off the canvas walls.

"OH GOD—ROLAND—YES—FUCK—!!!" she shrieked as she impaled herself on my shaft. "You’re so—ahhh—so fucking big—you’re stretching me apart—I love it—I LOVE IT—"

She didn’t wait for me to respond. She began to move her hips with a violent, uncoordinated urgency, her body bucking against mine as she tried to swallow every inch of me.

Squelch, slosh, slap!

The sound of her wet pussy gripping me was deafening. Her moans turned into incoherent screams of ecstasy as she found her rhythm, her breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust.

"Nnngh—ahhh—haaa—" Alicia’s head tossed back, her hair whipping around her face as she rode me like a woman possessed. " Fill me up—Roland—break me open—fuck—fuck—fuck—"

While Alicia was ravaging me from below, Laura was claiming me from above. She dived back onto my mouth, her lips sealing against mine in a kiss so deep it felt like she was trying to breathe my very soul into her lungs.

Her tongue was everywhere, claiming my mouth, my teeth, and the roof of my mouth as she moaned directly into me. "Mmmph—nngh—mmmmm—"

The sound was a wet, continuous vibration that traveled straight down my spine.

I wasn’t passive, though. Not by a long shot.

My hands were working as hard as their bodies. My left hand reached back, finding the underside of Alicia’s massive breasts.

I squeezed them hard, my fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh as she arched her back, her screams intensifying at the added stimulation. "Yes—right there—squeeze them, Roland—fuck—ahhh!"

Meanwhile, my right hand moved between Laura’s thighs. She had spread herself wide for me even as she kissed me, and I drove two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy while my pinky pressed insistently against her puckered asshole.

The dual stimulation made her whimper against my lips... a high-pitched, needy sound.

"Ahhh—oh fuck—Roland—" Laura gasped between kisses, her body shuddering as my fingers worked inside her. "Your hands—fuck—they’re so strong—you’re touching everything—oh god—!!!"