Alms 2: Overture

Alms 2: Overture 

It was nearly ten at night when Pastor Michael Bartlett arrived in Timberville. He was struggling. Struggling, to see where he was going on the poorly lit roads in a torrential downpour. Struggling, to navigate find his destination with the terrible guidance of his petite passenger. Worst of all, he was struggling with the sins he had committed with that passenger while her best friend or lover was sleeping soundly in the back seat. Had he been so desperate for the affectionate touch of another that he could so swiftly abandon his morals?

From what Ami had told him, the duo were the constant victims of the carnal hunger of weak men. He was now counted among those who take advantage of desperate girls, rather than being counted among the Saints. He knew what the word said in regards to such men and it scared the hell out of him. Before he knew it he was pulling into a long wooded gravel driveway leading the dilapidated farmhouse that Rashida and Ami had been calling home. In the front yard of the house, Michael could see a cherry-red Kia Spectra.

The hatchback’s entire front end appeared to have been ripped off and the wind had a large hole on the driver’s side. He was starting to get a headache as he was inching closer up the driveway. He couldn’t believe that either of the girls was driving the car only a month earlier. In his time as a pastor, he had visited numerous people in the hospital after the kinds of crashes that would leave a car in that shape. None of which looked near as good as those girls a mere month later.

The pain in his head was almost unbearable by the time he finally parked his Branco in front of the house. He turned his head to let his passengers know that they had arrived at their destination. However, both Ami and Rashida were staring at him wide awake and alert. 

”Hey, are you ok? You don’t look so good.”  Am I asked looking genuinely concerned?

”What do you mean?” Michael nervously responded.

”Dude, your bleeding.” Rashida added.

Michael frantically searched himself for injuries before discovering that he was having a fairly severe nose bleed. It was so bad that the front of his shirt was riddled with crimson droplets. He began pinching his nose closed while he searched for a cloth to aid in slowing the leak.

”Yo, Preacher, you should come inside. We can get you a fresh towel, and I may have some clean clothes that will fit you.” Rashida suggested as she swung her door open and stepped out into the wall of water outside.

”I don’t want to be a bother.” Michael replied.

”We can’t send you out on the roads like this. Not after you went out of your way to help us.” Am I said enthusiastically as she too was exiting the vehicle?

”I really shouldn’t.” Michael replied nervously, still feeling guilty about the events of his long drive.

”Man, get in the house!” Rashida snapped with a frustrated smile on her face.

They were both standing in front of his truck waiting as if he was the one with the key to their door. It occurred to Michael, that the girls had said that they needed to be out by morning and were only there to grab a few essential items. He soon realized that Rashida and Ami would soon have to resume their lonely walk amidst the storm as they tried to get back to Winchester. He also remembered that neither of them had a place to go once they arrived.

As he exited the truck he looked at the two wandering vixens, knowing that if he had left, they would still be in the same situation. They were both visibly cold with an expression of hidden anxiety. Ami opened the front door, waving ecstatically for the Pastor to follow. He knew what he had to do. He had to stick around and ensure that the pair would safely find shelter for the night. Otherwise, he would simply be abandoning them.

”For whatsoever you have done to the least of my brethren, you do also unto me.” The old parable said.

His new mission was a simple one. He would have to get them back to Winchester and find them suitable lodging. He was sure that he had enough in the bank to spring for a humble room. At least for a few nights. He would be back home and once again isolated from temptation before 1:00 a.m. Just like the good little Christian, he was supposed to be. 

The house was dimly lit. Even with all of the lights on inside, the majority of the light in the room was coming from the windows. Rashida and Ami led Michael to the kitchen where he found a seat at the small collapsible poker table they had set up. It was obvious that neither of them came from money, as all of the furniture in the home had the lost and found vibe of a bachelor pad. Their television was an old twenty-inch tube with the turn knobs and was resting on four carefully stacked milk crates. He now could see that their clothing was probably the most expensive thing they owned.

The Pastor wanted to help. However, he wanted to be sure that they understood that the aid came without obligation. He had already gone down that slippery slope with Ami and would have to repent of the sins he committed with her. But with Rashida, he had the opportunity to be the man of God that he was supposed to be. Perhaps if he was able to convince her of his pure intentions, then she could in turn help keep Ami from making any more advances.

Rashida grabbed a towel from the kitchen counter as she directed Ami to take a shower and pack. Michael was waiting for Ami to leave the room before he offered Rashida to help the duo. He was still worried that she had seen him and Ami. She seemed to be the skeptic of the group. He imagined that she had seen enough of human nature to be wary of it’s darker half. He could hear the many thuds and bangs upstairs from Ami as Rashida slowly approached.

Rashida began to clear the blood from Michael’s face while he was trying to keep his eyes closed to avoid admiring her body. She had a softer touch than he would have previously guessed. As she was gently dabbing and wiping away the good from his nose, mouth, and chin, she was also softly petting his head. It gave him a strangely maternal feeling about her. That maternal vibe, however, would come to an abrupt end when Rashida began to speak.

”You wanna fuck me, don’t you?” Rashida asked as she knelt in front of Michael.

”I don’t think we should. It wouldn’t be appropriate.” Michael replied visibly stunned.

”Appropriate, like getting road head from my girlfriend while I sleep in the backseat? Don’t try to deny it. Not only can I see the jizz stains on your pants, but I was awake the whole time.” Rashida argued, her hand squeezing the back of Michael’s neck.

”I…I am so sorry.” Michael stammered.

”Save your apologies for God. You are a Pastor. You ain’t supposed to lie. I won’t lie to you. I told Ami to work that dick. I know first hand what the girl can do with her mouth, and we enjoy watching each other work. So, no, I won’t judge you and I ain’t mad. What I will not tolerate, is when I ask you something directly and you feed me some generic self-righteous bullshit about what’s appropriate. Do you understand me?” Rashida asked, her voice calm and authoritative.

”Yes ma’am, I understand.” Michael replied with a somber ashamed tone.

”Now, Pastor, do you want to fuck me?” Rashida asked, as her long pink fingernails were tracing the outline of Michael’s erection through his thin polyester slacks.

”Yes, but…” Michael answered nervously.

”You married?” Rashida asked quickly.

”No, never been.” Michael Fired back.

”Single?” Rashida asked.

”Yes.” Michael replied visibly embarrassed.

”And I bet you live alone, not even a cat. Am I right? ” Rashida asked.

”Your not wrong.” Michael replied somewhat depressed.

”I like it. Your cute and just as Ami said, you are a really sweet guy. You would have driven us here regardless of whether or not she tasted that dick.” Rashida said, taking a deep breath before continuing. ”We don’t like to owe people and I am getting tired of giving up pieces of ass to creeps who are watching for our moments of weakness. I am at the point in my life where I want to give my pussy to someone who would help me without it.” She finished.

”I took advantage of Ami. I was in the wrong. Neither you nor Ami has to do anything for me to help you… No strings attached, I promise.” Michael said while he was fidgeting nervously in response to Rashida’s touch.

”You didn’t take advantage of shit. Trust me, Preach, you never stood a chance of resisting her. That aside, I have an idea that might make everyone happy.” Rashida said.

Michael was filled with embarrassment. He wondered how he could have allowed himself to be in this situation. Twelve hours earlier, he would have never dreamed of participating in a conversation such as the one he was having with Rashida. For as much as he prided himself in being Gospel-minded, he knew that he was weak to the charms of the two girls. 

Again, he wondered why God would answer his prayer for love and companionship with lust and temptation. It then occurred to him that it might have been intended to be a test. One that by any Prophet’s standards, he had failed miserably. The more he dwelt on the idea, the more his soul.

”Listen, you seem to be a good guy. Your sweet, generous, good looking, and best of all respectful. However, you strike me as a lonely guy. Ami and I, we are a dream come true for most guys, but we are so tired of giving it up to sorry buster ass mother fuckers just to get by. We always had the dream of sharing a husband, our husband. It was a dream that we abandoned last year, thinking that there wasn’t any man decent enough to deserve us. So, what I would suggest is that we help each other out.” Rashida said.

”Help each other how?” Michael asked.

Rashida returned to her feet. She then peeled the soaked denim vest from her shoulders and dropped it carelessly on the floor behind her. She smiled as Michael gulped when she slowly removed her Pink tank top. Despite the age gap between her and the Pastor, she could feel that his inexperience had left him at a disadvantage. She didn’t know if had had ever been with a woman, but if she would not have doubted his word if he then claimed to be a virgin.

Rashida stood before him feeling like a Goddess to be worshipped. Her large 42DD breast was nearly burst from her magenta-colored Walmart bra. It wasn’t fancy, but Rashida knew that her impressive bust didn’t require much adornment to be ogled by men. She feels the heat from Michael’s gaze. It was as if she were groping her with his eyes. Normally, a look such as this would lead Rashida to feel disgusted, however, the hungry stare from the naïve and attractive young pastor only furthered her desire.

”I feel like a fool for asking, but is this really what you want?” Michael asked, his voice trembling as Rashida unfastened the button on the waist of her jeans.

”What I want, yes. I want this, and if you are as honest as Ami and I think you are, then you want this too. I was thinking that a sweet bachelor like yourself could stand to have a few roommates. Maybe just for a while, or even the real American Dream. Imagine coming home after a tough day. The house is filled with the smell of dinner cooking and no sooner do you sit down in your favorite chair, Ami starts sucking your cock. Hell, maybe she is dressed like a schoolgirl. If you are into that. Or maybe you come into the kitchen to greet me while I am fixing dinner. You may even feel frisky enough to bend me over the counter right there and show me who the real man of the house is. Tell me what you want? If I ain’t into it, I will say so, but be honest.” Rashida said as she gradually slid her pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

Michael’s mind went blank with the vision of Rashida standing there awaiting his answer. Her dark purple sateen panties noticeably damp in the crotch. Her long muscular legs standing crossed as if she were in mid-step. He knew it was sinful to yearn for what she was offering. However, he had spent his whole life trying to only do the just and right things. His only tangible reward was a large empty house on the edge of town with not a single neighbor for miles.

No one spoke to him. No one wanted him in their lives and no one had any interest in his desires. He hated to think about it, but he often felt like he was serving a sentence, rather than the Lord. Yet, here he was with a pair of gorgeous women offering something that most men only dream of and he was just supposed to walk away? God was his life, but he couldn’t go back to the darkness and solitude that was waiting for him.

Michael reached for Rashida grabbing a hold of her firm meaty cheeks and pulling her close. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch. But before he could go any further, Rashida plucked his hands from her body clutching them at the wrists.

”Slow down there, Sparky. Before we go any further I need to know if we are just going to bump uglies before you head home, or if you have seriously considered what I said. I am fine either way, but I don’t want to feel stupid when you leave. It’s only fair.” Rashida said with a strange sadness in her eyes.

Michael understood what Rashida was saying to him. He wasn’t one who typically leaped before he looked, however, this was by far no typical situation. He would be inviting two young attractive girls into his home. If the congregation ever suspected him of such a thing, it would likely result in the total loss of his ministry. He would probably never be welcomed to any pulpit by any church, except for maybe the Mormons. It was a tremendous decision for him to make. Regardless, he knew in his heart that he had already made his leap.

”We could always…um…do it before I bring you two home.” Michael said shyly with a cheeky grin.

The moment was suddenly shattered by the sound of Ami laughing hysterically. She was standing in the archway that divided the kitchen from the living room with two large black duffel bags. Michael stood quickly as if he had been caught in the act. Unfortunately, the tent protruding from the front of his pants only caused Ami to laugh harder.

She was wearing a baby-blue sports bra with the words Capsule Corp across the front and a blue and white cheerleader style skirt. She then dropped both of the bags causing a series of loud thugs as they hit the ground. Her tine bare feet seem to glide along the old polished floorboards as she entered the room and sat in the chair on the opposite side of the table.

”I’m not laughing at you, but that had to be the last thing I ever expected you to say. I mean, you are freaking adorable.” Am I said cheerfully as she proper her right foot upon the table?

Michael could see that Ami wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her glistening wet labia, swollen clit, and surrounding hair was proudly displayed for everyone to see. Ami then slowly began to trace her middle finger up and down the vertical folds of her wet pussy. Her eyes, fixed on Michael as she was biting her lower lip in anticipation of what would follow. Both Rashida and the Pastor stood with blank expressions while she continued to tease her moist opening.

”What the fuck at you doing?” Rashida snapped.

”Bitch, please. You know exactly what I’m doing.” Ami sneered just before she slid her first finger inside.

”You know what I mean.” Rashida replied.

”Ah whatever. I am only doing what you did while I was swallowing his cock. Don’t you dare play dumb with me, I caught you twice on the ride here.” Ami said with a juvenile tone.

Rashida didn’t offer any response to what Ami had said. She knew that she was speaking the truth. She was masturbating when Ami had retrieved the Camels from Michael’s coat only almost two hours earlier. Both girls enjoyed watching the other satisfy a partner, however, usually in secret. She then turned her attention to Michael who looked like a deer in headlights.

She had to consciously suppress the urge to laugh when he shuddered at the very touch of her hands on his belt. As far as Rashida was concerned, Michael had the sweet innocence of a young virgin, so excited to have sex, yet crippled by his anxiety. Ami didn’t like soft things. She preferred to be thrown around and used with as much force as possible.

Rashida on the other hand yearned for the passionate embrace of a lover. To be kissed, held, and made love to. She loved Ami and Ami loved her in turn, but the difference in the desires and kinks of the pair would sometimes prove difficult. They had come up with the idea of a joint husband who could offer each girl what the other couldn’t. However, they had not met a man who would respect them as people rather than objects.

Her attention drifted for a moment when she caught a glimpse of the freshly planted rose bush outside the kitchen window. She knew what pain could result from choosing a third partner in haste. Ami had called out to Rashida with a soft delicate voice as a single tear descended her cheek. However, her words were like distant murmurs in Rashida’s ears.

”If your nervous or uncomfortable we can stop. I don’t want you to do this if you don’t want to.” Michael said softly, his warm hand on her shoulder breaking her trance.

Rashida snapped as if she had suddenly woken up from a deep sleep. Her eyes were fixed on Michael. It was like she was seeing him for the first time in her life. She then removed two large hoop earrings that were previously hidden behind her thick curls and handed them to Ami. She reached out to Michael, gently caressing his cheek and ear as she stepped closer. Michael closed his eyes and relaxed his lips for Rashida’s oncoming kiss.

”Take off your pants and sit down.” Rashida said almost whispering.

Michael’s eyes opened wide with surprise at Rashida’s words. He glanced over to Ami who was smiling back at him with two fingers churning inside her moist hole. Rashida, however, was not about to wait for him to figure out whether or not she was serious. Rather, she commanded his attention by tearing open his blood-stained white button-down shirt and yanking it down to his wrists. She then completely removed it from his body with a second equally forceful tug.

“You been with a girl before?” Rashida asked bluntly.

“Not since high school,” Michael replied.

“Was she as hot as me?” Rashida questioned curtly.

“Not even close,” Michael responded, surprised by his answer.

“Nice. Well, when a girl who looks like I do asks someone to take off their pants and sit down so that I can fuck them, they traditionally do it. So… Take off the pants and sit down. Underwear too.” Rashida commanded with a cool sarcastic tone.

Michael could hear Ami giggling from Rashida’s comment while he was almost frantically trying to undo the top button on his slacks. Rashida placed her hand over his prompting him to pause while she reached for the button with her index and middle fingers. With one seemingly effortless movement, she ripped the button off the pants entirely. Michael raised his gaze to her dark brown eyes. She was smiling back at him lovingly with a look of amusement.

Michael slid his pants and burgundy boxers down to his ankles. As instructed he sat back down in the wooden dining chair. Rashida was looking him over as if she were examining an item before purchase. His body was slender and toned with a farmers-tan. She could see that he was physically strong despite his fragile demeanor. His cock was just above the average at about six and a half to seven inches long. He was now fully erect with a slight curve to his thick veiny shaft. 

Rashida then pulled the two cups of her bra together undoing the hooks. Her large pert breasts gave a slight bounce as they sprung forth from the unfastened bra. Michael didn’t see the bra fall to the floor. His attention was fixed on her voluptuous caramel-colored orbs and dark brown coaster sized areolas as the swayed with her slightest movements. His hands were trembling with the urge to reach out and touch them, to feel the warmth of her soft tender flesh in his hands, to bury his face between them as he sucked and licked them.

Michael’s damning anticipation continued to build and his heart raced while Rashida slowly slid her panties down revealing her bare shaven mound. She pushed the dampened undies past her long muscular thighs to just below her slightly ashy knees. From there she was able to wiggle her legs allowing the panties to fall to her feet where she would kick them off. She walked up to Michael and pressed his knees together with hers before taking a seat on his pale narrow thighs.

Michael soon sounded like he was hyperventilating with his short shallow breaths as Rashida leaned forward resting her forehead on his. “Relax.” She whispered as she planted a small delicate kiss on his lips. She then dragged her long tongue along her palm before wrapping her hand around his stiff rod. Slowly she began stroking his cock lubricating it with her saliva. She again leaned forward, this time kissing him with an open mouth. His body went almost completely limp with the sensation of her long slick tongue dancing and coiling within his mouth.

“You’re probably gonna come pretty quick, so just relax and don’t worry about it. It’s gonna take time to build stamina.” Rashida uttered softly between kisses. 

The two resumed kissing passionately while Rashida was scooting her pelvis forward, positioning herself over Michael’s groin. Michael paused momentarily to gasp as Rashida slowly lowered herself onto his rock hard dick. She gently placed both of her hands on his biceps and gradually started to rise up and down. Her hips were rocking with a fluid rhythm as Michael’s hard cock slid in and out of her moist hole. Rashida then began to buck faster and faster on top of him, causing the frail wooden chair to creak like the springs of an older mattress.

Michael’s mind went blank. The sensations involved with penetrating Rashida’s sopping wet pussy was more than he could handle. He was beyond the point of thoughts about baseball and cold showers. At that moment he wouldn’t have been able to conjure up his name if he were asked. All he could hear was the lustful breathing and moans of the Egyptian Goddess that was riding him. 

While Rashida was slow and steadily gyrating with the Pastor’s dick buried deep within her, Ami was masturbating furiously. She had her sports-bra hiked up above her small tits with her left nipple clamped tightly between the small nimble fingers of her right hand. She was frantically plunging three of the fingers of her free hand in and out of her drenched cunt. The lewd splashing noises as well as the smell of her sex filled the air.

Michael was torn between a state of bliss and shock as Rashida’s warm gooey pocket repeatedly engulfed his cock. He took hold of her soft round ass and started pulling her deeper into him with every meeting of their hips. She, in turn, responded with a series of sensual moans as she began to kiss and suck on the base of his neck. He soon found himself struggling to maintain both his composure and his stamina. He could feel the swelling of pressure building in his core as he was only seconds away from his climax.

”I think I’m going to come.” Michael said short of breath.

”I know you are. Where do you want it?” Rashida replied with a whisper, she got breath on his neck causing all of his hairs to stand on end.

”I don’t know.” Michael said nervously.

”Inside?” Rashida asked.

”I’m not wearing a condom.” Michael stammered knowing that he was at his limit.

”That’s the point.” Rashida replied as she raised her head to look at Michael with a pleasant smile.

Suddenly, Michael let out a low-pitched groan as his cock erupted with two powerful bursts of semen followed by two weaker ones. Rashida arched her back letting out a deep bellowing moan as her body rocked and convulsed. Her strong hands were squeezing his biceps so hard that it felt like she would rip them from his arms. Her vaginal walls had clamped tightly around his ejaculating member with a vice-like grip. It was the first time that Michael had ever seen a woman experience an orgasm, yet he was able to recognize it immediately.

Rashida then fell limp on top of Michael gasping for air and laughing with a barely audible giggle. Michael looked over to Ami who was still aggressively finger fucking herself. She smiled at him with a bizarre grin before winked and blew a kiss at him. He returned his focus to Rashida with the sensation of her fingers streaming through his soft brown hair.

”Was that good for you?” Rashida asked.

”Yes, very much so. Was it good for you?” Michael asked, almost afraid of the answer.

”Yes, baby. I wasn’t expecting to come. It was a pleasant surprise. I know that you are kind of a sheltered guy, but I think we’re all going to get along just fine.” Rashida said as she slowly rose to her feet, freeing Michael’s now flaccid dick from her slick fleshy pocket.

Rashida then took a single finger and with it, she wiped away the excess sperm that was oozing from her swollen labia. Her eyes were fixed on Michael with a fierce gaze as she licked away a portion of the seminal glob from her finger with the tip of her tongue. Smiling, she walked over to Ami and held the soiled finger inches from her flushed face. Without any hesitation, Ami leaned forward and sucked the remaining cum off of Rashida’s fingers.

”I gotta get a shower in before we hit the road. I will bring you down a change of clothes after. Did you want a shower too?” Rashida asked as she seemed to float through the room.

”I can shower when we get home. To be honest, right now I am more hungry than anything else.” Michael replied as he watched Rashida’s stunning nude body ascending the staircase at the opposite end of the living room.

As the noises from the creaking floorboards above filled the room, Michael again shifted his gaze to Ami. She sat across the table from him with her legs spread wide, her exposed hairy crotch and pale thighs glistening with her slick juices. Even now, she was still fingering her wet hole and teasing her swollen clit. She was biting down on her lower lip and peering back at him with hungry eyes as she began bucking her hips with every thrust of her small fingers. Michael’s eyes grew wide as he watched Ami begin to tease her puckered anus with her middle finger.

”You like that, don’t you Pastor?” Ami said as she punched into her anal cavity with her tiny digit.

”It’s not right. Um… Sodomy is an uh.” Michael replied unsure of how to answer.

”Tell me, Pastor is it more sinful to like something that is considered to be wrong or to lie about being interested. Now, I know that you want to fill my filthy little asshole with your cock, but whether or not you can admit it is up to you.” Ami said while she was slowly fingering her asshole.

”And if I did?” Michael inquired.

”Well then, get the fuck over here and make me your bitch.” Am I snapped?

”Just like that?” Michael asked.

”Listen, as far as I am concerned, this is just as much your ass as it is mine. Rashida wasn’t talking about one wild romp. She is or at least was looking for a third, as in one husband and two brides. She’s your woman now and so am I. So, let’s not be shy about the situation. You’ve been given the golden ticket.” Ami said, ceasing her lewd acts of self-gratification.

”That sounds amazing, but as a man of God, I should only be a husband to one wife.” Michael responded almost disappointed with his words.

”According to Rashida, you wouldn’t be the first. She said that Joshua, Jacob, Israel, Solomon, and David all had more than one wife.” Ami quickly replied.

” Israel and Jacob were the same people, but I am surprised to learn that Rashida was a student of the word.” Michael added genuinely surprised.

”She does every. But, hey listen, I like talking to you and all, but I am horny. I have been wanting to feel you inside of me since you first picked us up.” Ami said as she stood up and undid her skirt.

”I am not even sure if I can at this point.” Michael uttered anxiously.

”Oh, I bet you can.” Ami said, pulling her top off, throwing it carelessly over her shoulder. ”Now, are you going to get up and give it to me, or am I just going to have to take it.” Her small perky breast in perfect contrast with her hardened dark nipples.

Michael then rose to meet Ami who only stood to his chest. She looked deep into his eyes as he towered over her slender petite body. He had a strange new look on his face, one of confidence and yearning. He leaned in for a passionate kiss, however, he quickly found that Ami was far more aggressive than Rashida. Michael could now taste the combination of Rashida’s juices and his semen as Ami was jamming her tongue into his mouth. She grabbed two fists full of his hair, forcing his face deeper into her own.

His firm masculine hands traced down the subtle curves of Ami’s lean frame finding their home snuggly grasping her perfectly rounded ass. Even now, he could feel the sticky slick traces of her fluids that remained from gratuitous masturbating. His hands were clenched tightly around her supple ass cheeks, spreading them apart while he lifted her off the ground. Ami let out an audible gasp as the sensation of her sensitive swollen clit grazed along the surface of Michael’s lower abdomen sending tingles throughout her body.

She could now feel what had to be the tip of Michael’s dick brushing up against the bottom of her left ass cheek. Just as Ami had predicted, Michael was yet again fully erect and ready for sex. With his right hand, he released her and proceeded to use it to guide his cock to her moist opening. However, Ami quickly pulled his hand away before snatching his thick girthy rod with her small nimble fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft. She could feel the intensity of his pulse in her finger-tips while she positioned his head against her dirty star.

”I want you in my ass. It’s already lubed up and ready for you. Come on, Pastor, fuck me just like you hate me.” Ami snarled as she felt the stiff popping of Michael’s cock breaching her anus.

By now, whatever remained of his inhibitions had gone, giving way to an insatiable lust that had long since been lying dormant within him. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t concerned with whether or not he was acting in God’s will. He slowly began to loosen his hold on Ami allowing her to gradually slide down his meaty shaft. He only had half of his cock in, when Ami without warning, forced herself down burying Michael’s cock to the hilt within her. Both of them gave a loud pain-filled grunt as his dick was driven balls deep in her colon.

With his cock still deep in Ami’s ass, Michael made his way to the small island in the center of the kitchen. He sat her on the edge of the counter where she then proceeded to lie on her back before resting his ankles on his shoulders. Wasting no more time, Michael took hold of Ami’s slender thighs and began sliding his throbbing cock in and out of her tight anus. He soon began to pump his dick harder and harder with every thrust of his hips.

Ami was screaming in sheer ecstasy as Michael was driving his cock in and out of her greedy ass. She pulled one of his hands from her pale creamy thighs, placing it over her bare tit. Michael squeezed her breast with all the pressure his grip could offer. This, in turn, caused Ami to squeal with delight. Her frantic little fingers had once again resigned to playing with her drenched hairy little pussy as Michael could feel his climax swiftly approaching.

Suddenly, he felt the sharp pain of his ass being slapped. He instinctively stopped to look for the source when he saw Rashida coming from around his left side. Her expression was neither that of surprise or anger, rather, one of mild amusement. Ami let out a sad whimper as Michael had ceased his vicious anal assault and even begun to thrust herself into him to reset his movements. Rashida was wearing a yellow flower-printed sundress that seems to just barely hang off her body. It did, however, do a splendid job of accentuating her impressive bust.

She was carrying a Hitachi wand in her left hand as she walked to the opposite side of the island where Ami’s head was dangling. With her free hand, she raised the front of her dress revealing an absence of any panties before dropping the fabric over Ami’s head and shoulders. Ami’s hands quickly reached behind Rashida, grabbing her ass and pulling her in close. He could hear the lewd slurping sounds as the tiny Asian girl was vigorously eating her lover out under the cover of the dress. Michael heard the sudden click followed by a low constant humming as Rashida started the Hitachi.

”Don’t stop, Preach. She isn’t always good about continuing after she has an orgasm. Besides, this is far too hot to quit just because I came down.” Rashida said as she placed the end of her wand on Ami’s soaking wet cunt.

Michael could almost instantly feel the vibrations in his member as he began pounding Ami’s ass with all of his might. The combination of the Hitachi’s vibrations and Ami’s tight anus was beyond his ability to comprehend. He knew that he would not last long as he already had begun to feel the pressure building within him. The music of Ami’s high-pitched squealing and Rashida’s sultry moans only intensified his need to explode. The island was now rocking with the rhythmic thrusts of Michael and Rashida’s hips. He soon felt intense churning in his groin as all of his abdominal muscles simultaneously tightened. His thighs were like jelly with the sensation of his impending release.

”Oh my God!” Michael shouted as his cock erupted with one immense burst of cum into Ami’s waiting ass hole.

He then fell backward, landing on the hardened floor below just before his cock unleashed another powerful stream of semen into the air. As he lay there struggling to regain his breath he was able to recognize that he had cum on his belly and even his chin. However, despite how disgusting he thought it may be, he was in a state of perfect contentment. She could hear Ami having an incredible orgasm of her own along with the devious laughter from Rashida. He then realized that even if tomorrow morning he would again be alone, he could never go back to the life he had before today.

He then sat up and raised his gaze to the two girls. Ami was still sprawled out with Michael’s seed dripping from both her anus, as well as, her right foot. Rashida was cleaning her lover’s fluids from the end of the Hitachi with a wipe. Ami rolled off the kitchen island, falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She was giggling when she said ouch before laughing even harder. Her entire body was now coated with a combination of sweat and bodily fluids. She looked over to Michael smiling ear to ear with the satisfaction from their escapades. Rashida, too, had a look of blissful contentment on her face.

”A lot of firsts today, huh?.” Ami said as she slowly stumbled to her feet.

”I would be inclined to agree with that.” Michael said chuckling as he too tried to get back up.

”Ami, you need to get dressed. Don’t leave anything that you couldn’t live without.” Rashida said with a commanding material voice.

”Like what could I possibly forget that’s so important? I’m not a baby you know.” Ami protested.

”Well for starters, you left the $120 wand under the damn bed. There is also the matter of all of our jewelry, along with our social security cards and birth certificates. Hey, don’t worry about it, I went ahead and double-checked before I came downstairs.” Rashida snapped sarcastically.

”Oh, well shit. Good work team!” Ami replied with embarrassed laughter.

”Mike, I put your clothes on the table. They’re nothing fancy, just some sweats I got for Christmas that are way too big. I got to ask just this once more, but are you sure that this is what you want?” Rashida asked with a somber tone.

”If you ladies will have me, then yes, I am certain.” Michael replied swiftly.

It wasn’t long before everyone was dressed and the Blazer was loaded with the girl’s belongings. Just like when he pulled in, he found himself suffering from an intense headache upon leaving. He initially chalked it up to being tired or even hungry. However, after a stop for coffee and a trip to the drive-thru, his head was still in agony. Nevertheless, he had never felt so thrilled to be alive. He glanced over to the two stunning girls sitting next to him as they were speaking and giggling amongst themselves and wondered how he could be so fortunate.

The drive home was surprisingly short. Aside from an accident that was being cleared away from near the Stephen City exit, Michael could not recall much of the drive. Michael was also amazed by the amount of time that had passed since he picked up Ami and Rashida. It was already 2:15 a.m. When Michael had finally arrived at the house that he had been previously dreading. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he felt like a new man.

That night as he lay in his bed with Rashida snuggled to his right and Ami to his left, he was still trying to deal with the pain in his head. The sounds of loud repetitive beeping and low-pitched tones were echoing throughout his aching skull. However, the weight of Rashida’s thigh over his belly along with Ami’s hand on his hairy chest would soon prove enough to lull him to sleep. Yet, as he was drifting off he again wondered why God would allow him this blessing. His only fear at the moment was whether or not he would wake up to find that it was all a dream.

End of Part 2.