My New Girlfriend Ch. 04

"Sure feels like she likes it to me," I said, gritting my teeth a little. Having an involved audience - especially a beautiful woman, not just Rich and Stu - was playing with my stamina.

"Getting close?" Erika asked. Clearly a woman who recognized the signs of a cock about to blow.

I just nodded, not up for chit-chat. It was going to be happening, and soon.

"Courtney... make him cum on your face."

She barely had time. Courtney fell back on her heels, and her hands had only time enough to seize my cock and aim it before the first spurt flew. It went wide, grazing her cheek and landing mostly in her hair. As she coaxed more and more out of me, her aim was true. When I fell back on the couch, my shaft deflating, Erika was staring in shock and awe at Courtney, who was peering out of her one unglazed eye at the two of us.

She was smiling, but of course she was. She'd made me cum. Nothing else was as sure to light up her face.

"Satisfied?" I asked Erika.

She chortled derisively. "Hardly. One quickie blowjob and a facial is hardly proof she's turned over a slutty new leaf for you. Most girls just call that Friday night."

(Most girls? What kind of girls did she hang around with, and why hadn't I?)

"All right, but just remember, if you lose the bet I expect you to give just as good as Courtney here." My girlfriend said nothing, just licking her lips to slurp up a little gob of cum that was plastered across them.

"Don't you worry - I'm not squeamish about cum. But don't start counting chickens yet, lover-boy." She turned to address Courtney, eyes narrowing to scrutinize her as if trying to decide if this cum-plastered face could indeed be that of her friend. "So Courtney."

"You're just loving the hell out of this, aren't you, Erika. You're gonna lose, you know."

Erika crouched down beside her, the girls sharing a look bespeaking their intent to win this contest of wills. Personally I had full faith in my girl, but then I had months of experience of her proving this very point to me.

"Courtney, Courtney, Courtney. Do you remember that long weekend in Vegas last winter?"

Courtney's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Yeah..."

"Do you remember those two guys Arman introduced us to?"

Courtney's eyes widened. "You're not seriously going to..."

"Well how else can I be sure?"

"C'mon, Erika, this is just petty."

"Hey, fine with me if you guys wanna forfeit the bet." Erika shrugged and stood up. "So... see you at my place Saturday? Wear something nice, I think I'd like to take you out, show you off before I have you eat me out for a day."

"Hey now, what's this - what happened in Vegas?"

"It stays in Vegas," they said in unison, giggling at one another as I rolled my eyes.

"Yes yes, you've seen a commercial, kudos. Now what happened? I'm not conceding defeat yet."

Erika looked down at Courtney, still on her knees. "Show him, Courtney. Or tell him you don't do that kind of thing."

Courtney took a deep breath, and rose to her feet. The look on her face was all defiance - something I'd never actually seen from her before, and I was glad it was directed at Erika and not me. Then she turned to me, and somewhere in that ninety-degree tilt of her head, all defiance had vanished.

The face looking at me now was timidity itself.

Courtney knelt beside me on the couch, wringing her hands anxiously. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but she's right. I've been such a bad, bad girl. I'm sorry I almost lost you your bet."

Then she leaned across my lap, one elbow supporting her on the armrest as she hiked up her tight skirt. Once her buttocks were completely exposed, she looked up at me over her shoulder. "Please help me make sure I never misbehave again, Daddy."

As for how long it took me to realize what she was requesting, I'll chalk it up to the drinks. I was still getting over the "daddy" business - not a term I usually liked, especially given our age gap, but as ever Courtney found a way to make my dick hard with everything she did.

"Hey now, I'm not sure I can... you know."

"What, you never spanked a bitch before, stud?" Erika taunted. In spite of it, I liked her. It felt like the taunt one issued a comrade rather than an attempt to belittle. "Nobody's making you do anything - just admit I won and I'll be on my way."

I thought about it. Not like I'd never loaned out Courtney before, so the cost of losing the bet held no real teeth for me. But then I took a hard look at Erika, and I remembered why I wanted to win.

I spanked the hell out of her.

Oh sure, I was gentle at first, but Erika caught on to that and called me out. Courtney didn't want to lose any more than I did, and spurred her friend on. "She's right Daddy, I won't learn if I'm not punished" and "I'm not sure that one was hard enough to sink in" and then "don't forget the left side" after which "am I an even badder girl for wanting more?"

As her cheeks reddened, I even invited Erika to take a few cracks, and with a sinful smile she did. We didn't count, but I stopped before we left any welts or bruises. Hopefully. Poor girl - I'd make this up to her.

Courtney would've cheered us on all night if that was what it took for her to get her prize, though. It was like we were at a carnival and she was dead set on winning me that gigantic teddy bear by hitting all the targets with the baseballs. Except the baseballs were my hand, the target was her ass, and the teddy bear was her friend's pussy.

As the spanking game came to a close, Erika trailed her long red-lacquered fingernails across Courtney's equally red butt cheeks. "Well then," I interjected softly, "looks like Courtney's isn't the only ass that belongs to me now."

Erika continued her tease across her friend's skin. "Oh, you think...? Maybe Courtney forgot what all that guy wanted. Do you need me to remind you, girl?"

Courtney and slowly shook her head, then turned to look up at me. "Daddy...?" she asked in that anxious, high-pitched voice. "You sure punished my bad little ass there."

"I... um, yeah, I guess I did."

"Do you still love it?"

"Love what, your ass?" Erika giggled; Courtney nodded dramatically. "Yes, of course I do. Always. You know that."

"Then... could you show me? Pleeeease?"

When I just gave her a vacant look, Erika replied for me. "Show you what, baby girl."

"Show me you still love my ass?"

"Oh. Oh, sure." Not sure what she meant - I was drinking, OK? don't judge - I patted her tender butt softly, gave it a few little squeezes.

"Thank you, Daddy, but... could you... love it? You know, like... make love to it?"

Aha.

"Really, Erika? We just finished swatting the hell out of her ass, and now you want me to fuck it? Where's the compassion?"

She folded her arms. "Probably the same place hers was when Arman made me go through with it while Miss Dainty here took it easy with him in the jacuzzi."

There was that name again. I didn't remember being introduced to any Arman at the party, but I'd always been bad with names and had met dozens of people tonight. A question for later, though. "Courtney, is this really all right by you?"

She nodded hard. "Oh please, please show me you still love my bad, bad little bottom!" Of course that would be her response. She still wanted to get me that prize.

"And if we do this - if she takes it without complaint - you acknowledge she's changed, right? You take your medicine."

Erika licked her lips, gave me a little nod. It was obvious she was aroused nearly to her limit.

We shared a smile for a moment, Erika and I, and without further discussion I retrieved the bottle of lube from the drawer in the end table. (There were bottles of lube all over this apartment; Courtney didn't like making me wait while she went looking for it when I was in the mood to fuck her someplace that didn't self-lubricate.) But rather than put it on, I handed the bottle to our guest.

"Our guest can do the honors."

She hesitated only a second, then poured a dollop into her palm and slathered it up and down my shaft, keeping at it until I was good and hard. Courtney was still bent at the waist, waiting as patiently as the armrest she was leaning on. I came up behind her, hands passively on my hips. "Guide me in, Erika."

She obediently took hold of me again and directed me to my girlfriend's impossibly tight hole. She teased at Courtney's pussy, exulting when Courtney insisted her naughty little butt needed it even worse. Once she had my tip pressing against the little rosebud, she kept her hand in place and firmly shoved me toward Courtney with a grip on my own ass, until I was all the way in. Courtney squealed in the girlish voice she was using. "Oh thank you, groan, Daddy! Thank you thank you grunt thank you thank you! I'm, oh FUCK you're huge, so happy you still love my ass!"

Fucking Courtney's ass wasn't anything new for either of us; it was as tight as ever, and I did my best not to upset her poor tender skin as much as I could. Erika, however, had clearly never seen such a thing - her friend, apparently something of a priss to hear her tell it, gleefully thanking her daddy for fucking her ass goodnight after smacking it like his plaything.

"Play with yourself - let me see it," I ordered her.

Erika gave me a surprised look for a moment, but she obeyed with a sultry little look. She reached under her skirt to pull down a skimpy little yellow thong, kicking it to the side when it fell to her ankles. Then she sat down on the floor leaning back on one hand, legs spread wide. Totally unashamed. Her pussy was already glistening, but she gave her thumb and index finger a long lick before putting them to work.

"Soon, that's going to be mine," I reminded her. She just moaned a little, and slid in another finger.

All the while, Courtney kept pleading for more, thanking me for giving it to her, insisting her ass was mine to fuck whenever I wanted, forever. Like she'd told me the very first time I'd fucked it, and so many times since.

We came in sequence. First me, then Courtney climaxing as she felt me spurt inside her, then Erika as she watched her friend cry out in release. Erika was the loudest of the three of us; her skin was too dark to detect a blush, but she looked just the slightest bit embarrassed by it as she caught her breath, closing her legs and letting me help her back to her feet.

Before I knew it her body was thrust up against mine. She was clothed still and I wasn't, but I could feel every curve of her. Courtney was behind her; indeed, Courtney had been the one to press her up against me, and now that she was there, held her sandwiched between us hips to hips to hips. "Tell Drew that you belong to him now."

Erika, looking startled and beside herself with all that was happening, whimpered as Courtney reached under her dress and stroked up and down her slit. "I... I belong to you now, I guess."

She squeaked as Courtney gave her ass a swat. "Do you guess, or do you belong."

"I belong!" she insisted after her delay earned another swat.

"I told you he changed me, Erika. Do you believe me now?"

She nodded. "Holy fuck, do I ever."

"Good girl. Now give Drew your number so he can contact you when he's ready for you to be his little slut."

"S-sure. I mean, unless you'd... he'd, that is, rather do it... now?" She ventured a hopeful smile. Poor girl had to be horny out of her mind.

"There's a pad of paper over there. For tonight, I'm going to show my baby that her ass isn't the only thing I love." Courtney's eyes sparkled with delight as she released Erika, and soon the two of us tumbled to the couch, making out like teenagers as Erika jotted down her digits. She said something before she left, I think, but to be honest, I was too focused on the girl I had to hear it.

Later I put some ointment on her poor little butt and made her promise to let it heal up for the next couple days, and she reluctantly agreed as long as I let her suck my cock if she got bored.

She promised to get bored easily.

Courtney fell asleep with her body nestled up beside me, and I wondered as ever how I could have gotten so lucky. What bizarre confluence of events had transpired to guide this generous, gorgeous angel to my arms? I knew many a satisfied man was going to bed with that same thought in his head, but surely no other man could have such cause to wonder.

How could this have happened?

In search of something hidden there, some answer I wasn't even aware I possessed, the question once more followed me into my dreams.

Great, another standing-room-only ride on the bus...