After her orgasm began to subside, Marianne gently pushed John away. Barron giggled at the obscene ‘slurp’ sound Marianne’s pussy made when John’s fat cock slid from her pussy.
“I, I just love the taste of a man’s…” Marianne groaned and swallowed John’s fat meat down her throat.
John could feel Marianne’s groans of pleasure as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. They both groaned as the head of his cock bumped against the opening of her throat. John was pretty sure he was too thick to fit in her slender throat. Marianne tried a few times, then had to concede defeat. She wrapped her hand around most of his shaft, trying to pump his load from his balls.
“Mm augh!” Marianne cried out when John gave a long shuddering breath and began pumping his semen into her mouth.
I’m back,” Barron sang out. “Just had to get me a little drinkie poo. Another dirty Marianne. Oh! Hey, now that she’s got a sweet little bald kooch, what? Oh! I know; Mark’s cream liqueur?”
“I, that, that was good,” Marianne praised, blue eyes peering up into John’s deep brown eyes.
“John? Care for a drink? I, I can make you just about anything,” Barron asked, tilting his glass and nearly spilling his drink.
“I, know what? Yeah, yes sir, I, that dirty Marianne sounds good,” John slumped back, drained.
“I’ll get it,” Marianne offered, scrambling off of the bed.
Neither man spoke as they sat and waited. Barron lolled on the bed against a mound of pillows while John sat at the foot of the bed. Barron drank his drink, humming happily to himself.
“I, here you go,” Marianne smiled as she placed one drink into John’s hand.
“What you got there,” Barron demanded as Marianne sipped from a second glass.
“A bald Marianne,” Marianne said, indicating her glass.
John took a cautious sip of his drink. He could taste the chocolate liqueur and a strong alcohol taste, with just a hint of cherry aftertaste. The sweetness of the drink was a pleasing note to the harshness of the alcohol. The cold liquid did feel good coursing down his parched throat.
“Let me see,” Barron demanded and Marianne took a big gulp of the drink.
John watched Marianne walk to where Barron lolled against the pillows. Marianne pressed her closed lips to Barron’s lips. John’s flaccid member became hard as he watched Marianne pass her drink to Barron’s mouth.
“Mm, well, damn! I think I like a bald Marianne!” Barron decided and finished his drink.
When he put his empty glass onto his nightstand, Marianne reached over and put his glass onto a coaster. Her reward was a sharp slap to her buttocks. Marianne yelped them pouted. She finished her drink and placed the empty glass onto a second coaster on his nightstand.
John gulped his own drink and looked around for a place to put his empty glass.
“Want another one?” Marianne asked quietly, taking the empty glass from John’s hand.
Before John could answer, Marianne kissed him softly. She worked her tongue into John’s mouth and moaned as he embraced her. She knelt onto the bed, straddling John as they kissed.
“Mm, I, oh,” Marianne cooed.
She gave John one more kiss then stood. She left the bedroom. Both John and Barron watched the red head’s buttocks flex and sway as she walked.
“John, you like anal?” Barron suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
“I, uh, no, no thank you, sir,” John protested, quickly getting to his feet and turning around to face Barron.
“Hmm? Huh? Oh! Oh, oh no, no sir!” Barron asked, then laughed out loud.
“What? What happened?” Marianne asked, returning to the bedroom.
“I asked our friend John if he liked anal…” Barron chortled.
“You do, don’t you?” Marianne begged, blue eyes begging John.
“…And he thought I meant me! He thought I meant me sticking my dick up his poop chute!” Barron continued to laugh.
“I, you, yeah,” John agreed, dick jerking and bobbing at the thought of pushing his thick meat into the beautiful red head’s tight back door.
“Mouth or pussy?” Marianne asked Barron.
“Pussy. Definitely that sweet pussy; God damn, I really do like the way it looks, all bald like that,” Barron said.
Barron rolled over, drank what dregs he could from his glass and from Marianne’s glass. Then he slid open a drawer and fumbled about. He pulled a small tube of lubricant from the drawer and casually tossed the tube at John.
Marianne knee walked forward, straddling Barron’s legs. When she reached Barron’s knees, she leaned forward and sucked on Barron’s cock for a few moments. Then she knee walked forward again, then rose up. She held Barron’s cock in one hand and positioned him at the mouth of her pussy. Marianne looked over her shoulder, fixing John with her fantastic eyes.
John knee walked to kneel behind Marianne. She smiled at John, then lowered herself on Barron’s cock.
“Mm, oh, mm hmm, yes,” Marianne cooed as John pressed his greasy finger to Marianne’s tightly clenched rosebud.
As Marianne slowly bounced up and down on Barron’s cock, John followed her movements, working one, two, then three fingers into her back door.
“Mm, oh, oh Jesus, oh sweet Jesus,” Marianne gasped out as John pressed the greased head of his cock to her greased anus.
“Mm, oh yes, God, oh girl!” Barron groaned. “I mean, shit! You, that, that pussy is so nice and tight, but you add THAT…oh God!”
“Mm augh! Wait, wait, oh God, you, you got to wait; you, God damn that monster is big!” Marianne grunted as John’s shaft and curled back foreskin pressed against her struggling anus.
John paused for a long moment. When he felt Marianne give a cautious wiggle of her hips, he again pressed forward.
“Mm, AUGH! I, oh God damn it!” Marianne grunted then screamed out loud.
“Shit!” John protested as Marianne’s anus and sphincter squeezed unmercifully against his cock’s head and first inch of his shaft.
“Augh! Augh! Oh God damn yes, fuck, fuck me!” Marianne screamed out in orgasm.
“God damn, girl, I, I’m trying!” Barron protested. “Shit! You, you’re squeezing me so tight I can’t move.”
Marianne screamed out a few more curses, then slumped forward. John could feel her rectal muscles squeezing and pulsing around the first two inches of his member. Suddenly, he felt her muscles relax and he was able to push another inch into her bowels.
“Augh! Jesus, wait, oh God, God damn wait,” Marianne cried out.
John could not prevent what happened next. The position was awkward at best. He really had no way of propping himself up, of holding himself in place. He slipped forward, driving all of his wide cock into Marianne’s struggling, straining rectum.
Marianne let loose with a blood curdling scream. Both Barron and John struggled against momentum and weight; it was a futile struggle.
“Oh God damn mother fucker fucking God damn shit fucking augh yes Jesus sweet Jesus God yes!” Marianne screamed out, thrashing helplessly in orgasm.
“I, well God damn, I, I think she fainted,” Barron said a moment later.
“Ooh!” Marianne let out a low moan as John began to pull himself from her bowels.
“Ooh,” Marianne let out a ‘whoosh’ as John pushed back into her.
Moments later, John and Barron thrust hard into Marianne’s body as she lay sprawled on Barron. As they pounded into her, Marianne just flopped like a rag doll.
“I, oh, oh, oh! I, oh yes, oh God yes, oh mother fucker, fucking yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Aw God damn it!” Marianne suddenly screamed out in another powerful orgasm.
John moaned; Marianne’s orgasm caused her rectal muscles to clamp down painfully around his thrusting cock. He felt like her anus was trying to sever his cock from his body.
“Augh, oh God,” John gave a strangled scream as his semen pumped out.
“I, oh fuck, fuck me,” Barron groaned as his own semen flooded into Marianne’s pussy.
For several moments, the three gasped and groaned, shuddering against one another.
“I, I, please, I, I can’t breathe,” Marianne whimpered. “Please, please get off me, John, please.”
John ground his teeth and managed to wiggle his hips backward. Marianne’s bowels seemed reluctant to let him go, though.
“Well? Someone move; I need to piss,” Barron ordered, roughly shoving Marianne.
“Augh, I, Jesus!” Marianne cried out in orgasm as Barron’s cock dragged across her clitoral piercing.
John managed to pull himself from Marianne’s clutching bowels. He collapsed on Barron’s already quite messy bed. Barron wiggled out of the low slung furniture and hustled to his bathroom.
A moment later, John laboriously wiggled out of the bed. He slowly gathered his clothing. Marianne rolled onto her back and watched John’s progress, a sweet smile on her sweaty face. John felt his cock begin to surge to live as he saw two dribbles of semen oozing from her stretched anus and her splayed pussy.
“Sir? I, may I use your hall bathroom? To clean up a little?” John called out from the doorway of the Master bathroom.
“I, yeah, I, I really don’t like anyone using, yeah, go ahead,” Barron called out from the depths of his bathroom.
“I’ll clean it when he’s done,” Marianne offered.
“Yeah, like you know how to clean anything right,” Barron scoffed.
John chuckled as Marianne gave Barron’s disembodied voice the finger. She smirked at John. John gave one more look at Marianne’s sloppy pussy and anus before leaving the bedroom.
John used a wet wad of toilet paper to scrub the traces of lubricant and fecal matter from his cock. Then he dried his cock with another wad of toilet paper. He flushed both wads away then dressed. Exiting the bathroom, John returned to the kitchen and used a small cordless vacuum cleaner to suck up any hair clippings that may have fallen to the tiled floor. John double-checked that he had all of the tools of his trade before leaving the kitchen.
“So, here you go,” Barron said, handing John two Benjamins.
“I, sir? This…” John asked, holding up the two bills.
The charge for the haircut was fifty dollars, beard trimming included. The trip charge was twenty five dollars.
“You earned it,” Barron said, making himself another dirty Marianne. “Aw! Damn it! I, I wanted to make myself a bald Marianne.”
“Well, give me that one,” Marianne offered, holding out her hand.
“You need to get in the studio,” Barron ordered, then turned to John. “See you in about six weeks?”