The Best Day Ever

Faheema was likely just pillow-talking, saying something random and weird as she came down from the high - Lord knew Bubbles’ brain could come up with some weird stuff in the fog of post-coital bliss. The Nubian had been through the wringer, had tasted more in a night than some women experienced in years, and it had left her a sweaty, heaving mess.

But she did ask an interesting question. Two, really. Bubbles was inclined to answer them both.

”Too much  sex?” She looked up for a moment, glancing Mariah’s way. Sure enough, she was looking over her shoulder with a knowing smile as she tucked the ropes away. ”I’d say no. To both questions, really.” She idly curled one of Faheema’s unruly hairs about her fingers, twisting and turning and tangling it about.

With her task done, Mariah came back over and sat on the side of the bed, just close enough to reach behind her and place a hand on Faheema’s fine, sculpted ass. ”Not that we wouldn’t have liked to. But you’re the first woman we’ve ever been able to go so far with, Faheema.” Mariah softly stroked a cheek, ran her fingers over the slick skin, and gave it a nice squeeze. ”You’re special. Very, very special.”

Faheema spoke again, and her suggestion brought warmth to Bubbles’ body. She reached down and lifted her head up - softly. Gently. Tenderly. Not what the Nubian wanted. Not at first. ”Normal women might be able to get tired of it. But us? No. We’re addicted to each other. And I plan to indulge.”

And that was all the warning Bubbles gave before she gave Faheema exactly what she’d asked for. She gripped those cute curls tight, yanked her head with force that would have made lesser women squeal and scream and beg for mercy, the sort of force she rarely dared to use in her bed. Her hips thrusted forward in Faheema’s face, pumping against, hungry to see what that tongue could do one more time.

To get her fix.[/color][/color]

Faheema didn't struggle beneath Bubbles, not even for the sake of being playful. It was warm and comfortable down where she lay, with the larger woman's body enveloping but not crushing her, wrapped tightly around the Nubian like another blanket on the bed. She even moved to wedge her arms under the massive legs of her captor. Granted, she only did it to bring her hands up around the Virgin Killer's thighs and grip them tightly, but it meant that all of her leverage to escape was gone. Bubbles had her for as long as she wanted her.

“Ooh, Mariah...hmm,” Faheema purred as the woman groped her, arching her hips to really enjoy the touch, and allow Mariah to better enjoy her curves. “Going far – story of my life,” she chuckled, letting the vibrations of her voice tickle her muscled Goddess.

Until, that is, she gripped Faheema's head and pulled her in tight enough to silence any noise out of her. Faheema's tongue slid into Bubbles' inner passage like a knife through butter, and the Nubian didn't waste any time before she started exploring with it. The warm, spongy tissue that lined the walls of the large woman's tunnel felt good to the touch, and Faheema started scratching it with the tip of her tongue, brushing up and down with as much flexibility as she could manage. Her tongue could only probe a couple of inches, but it would be enough to hit all the important spots.

As Faheema's heart raced with eager determination, she flicked her tongue down, slapping the juicy tissue before she started to swirl her tongue in quick little circles. She couldn't see what she was doing, but her ears were open for moans and screams, passionate cries that she hoped Bubbles might give to guide her toward her soft spots.

As if it wasn’t already extremely apparent, Mariah enjoyed ‘tag-teaming’ with her wife, loving the interplay of sex and domination they could work together. Faheema was perfect for them in that regard - someone who could not only take whatever they could throw her way, but seemed to want more. And they’d be eager to give it, too - though they were reaching the end of this night, there’d be so much more in store for her. For all of them.

Mariah licked her lips as Faheema arched her back, giving her so much more flesh to touch. She moved over the bed on her knees, taking position behind the Nubian, and placed a hand on each cheek. Running her fingers over each cheek. Digging in deep with her nail. Just appreciating the feel of the skin, the texture, the toughness, the raw perfection of this mad beast of a woman they’d ‘tamed’. For the night, at least.

She wouldn’t interrupt what was going on with Bubbles and Faheema. But that didn’t mean she could get herself a little while that was happening.

Besides, giving the way Bubbles was reacting to Faheema’s tongue, she was probably just a small blip on the radar.

Mariah had heard Bubbles scream before. In fact, she swore she’d memorized every scream her wife had ever, that she could even rank them by the women responsible - not including the many times she was doing it, to avoid bias.

The noise Faheema got from Bubbles would have to be one of best. Maybe the top. With everything that had gone on tonight, she would’ve thought her wife would only have so much energy left, but she found hidden reserves as the Nubian did her work. She gasped as the tongue slid about the side. Hissed when it plunged deep. Moaned as it lapped up her flowing juices. She was a giant, sweaty, heaving instrument of lust, and Faheema played her like the fine strings on a guitar, and she was going for a solo.

”Fuck!”  Bubbles gripped Faheema’s hair so tight she thought she might actually rip a few strands out. Her muscles swelled and started to come down on her head with crushing pressure, though Bubbles didn’t do it to punish. Her body had reached the point where it didn’t need her mind’s permission.

Regardless, she wouldn’t have to endure it for much longer, because she was reaching the finishing line at a lightning pace. Feeling the climax coming on, she embraced it and pulled Faheema’s head hard against her sex, making sure they shared the experience in full.

With a lioness’ roar, Bubbles came. And came. And came. Each spurt brought a new thrust from her hips, gushing out, growing weaker and weaker as the high wound down…

“Mmmhmm,” Faheema hummed, feeling her lips almost curve into a smile against the flesh they were buried in as Mariah gave her lower body some affection. Her dark skin was radiating heat like a furnace, and her eyes were shut tight. She didn't want any fluid to blind her, of course, obvious as it was that Bubbles would soon flood her entire face with it, but there was a genuine tranquility in her demeanor as well. There was nowhere she wanted to be other than right here, with Bubbles wrapped around her and Mariah fondling her ass in the background.

Her quiet acceptance of being used as her former opponent's sex toy didn't break even as Bubbles tightened her hold to painful heights, squishing Faheema's features in the vice grip of her thighs, pulling her hair up so hard that it felt like her scalp might tear. Hell, it wasn't even the worst pain Faheema's scalp had ever endured; some of her past fights had been really wild.

The fight to make Bubbles cum, however, was won easily. Faheema's tongue had been forced as far up into the Virgin Killer's body as it could possibly go, and she worked it along every square inch of territory it could claim. She had just planted it firmly against the upper wall of the soaking tunnel to scratch vigorously when she felt a hot burst of fluid push it straight back out until it was in her own mouth again.

In a final display of dominance, Bubbles held Faheema's head still as she erupted, forcing the Nubian to get more than just a taste of her cum. The seal of her lips around Bubbles' own was so tight that most of the steaming fluid poured straight into her mouth, and there was so much of it that Faheema had no choice but to reflexively swallow it.

Then she did it again, and again as Bubbles unintentionally force fed her hard enough to make her gulps audible, albeit barely over all the screaming. Only a few drops from Bubbles' orgasm even hit the bed sheets; her captive took the rest, leaving her dazed, delirious, and shaking as the bizarre taste sent a chill through her whole body.

“Hnk...so depraved,” Faheema spluttered after pulling part of her face out from under the swamp that had been resting on it. It wasn't clear if she was talking about Bubbles or herself, but either way, she sorely needed to go rinse her mouth out before she settled in for the night.

Was this the best orgasm Bubbles ever had? That was hard to say. It was up there, no question about that. Faheema was willing, ready, and eager, qualities that weren’t odd for her partners, but what made her so special was the way  was willing to go above and beyond. To be creative. To think and add to the experience. She and Mariah brought the toys and set everything up, but it would never have worked if Faheema’s imagination hadn’t added spice to the stew.

Bubbles would have to sit down and put some serious thought to the question. Later. Right now, she was having trouble stringing two coherent thoughts together, because Faheema was busying drinking her like a big gulp.

She’d expected the Nubian to take in some of her orgasm, maybe even the lion’s share, but this much? She just kept taking gush after gush, swallowing a steady stream. The act alone sent a shiver through Bubbles’ body as her cries pettered out, and it finally ended with her  flopping back to the bed. Limbs limp. Breath ragged. Mouth agape.

”Oh,” She ran a hand over her forehead, wiping off a thick layer of glistening sweat. ”That was...I mean...you…”

It was exceedingly rare for Bubbles to be at a loss for words, but that was the effect that Faheema had on her, it seemed. All she could was just lay there, spent, as her body tried to come down from the mind-wrecking high she’d been taken to. She shivered and shuddered, eyes focused to the ceiling, her heart thumping so hard that you could almost hear its steady drum beat in the silence.

Fortunately, Mariah had the words that Bubbles couldn’t find. She crawled alongside Faheema and took the Nubian’s head in her hands, pulling her up for one more kiss. Because she deserved it after a performance like that, and because she wanted to share in the taste. The sweet smell of their combined love hung in the air, rich and thick.

”You were wonderful, Faheema.” She pulled away from the kiss, but kept their foreheads touching, staring deep into their new companion. ”Wash up, take as much time as you need, then come back to bed so we can catch some sleep. We’ve all got a big day ahead of us.”

As soon as the tension left Bubbles' body, rolling backward onto her back, Faheema started gasping for breath. There really hadn't been much oxygen available to her with the burly woman's thighs squeezing her face, and now her lungs needed to be refilled. The night had left the Nubian exhausted, her body bruised and her hair more matted than usual from all the rolling around they had done. On most days, Faheema would have been fast asleep by now, always eager to just let herself rest after the day was over. Now, it was almost midnight, and she regretted not having energy for more.

Mariah had a soothing end for the day, however, as the more petite woman took Faheema's head and pulled it in for a last kiss. Embarrassed by the mess in her mouth, Faheema resisted for a moment, but then she remembered that Mariah must have been used to sights like this, if she and her wife shared themselves with acquaintances as much as they claimed. With a deep, longing sigh, Faheema relaxed and let Mariah envelop her lips, enjoying the warmth as their faces came together. Blushing from their proximity, Faheema smiled and nuzzled Mariah's cheeks with her own once the woman had finished talking.

“I won't be long,” she said, in a soft voice that few people ever heard from her. Rolling off the bed, the Nubian stumbled the short length to the sink, catching some water in her hands to splash her face and rinse her mouth. It was enough for now, but she was already planning to wake up early for another hot shower. Bubbles had joined her last time; maybe tomorrow, she could share the morning with Mariah instead, if the pampered woman could be made to rise early, that is.

Appearing again in the door frame that led out of the bathroom, Faheema's eyes darted momentarily from Mariah to Bubbles, then back again. Hopefully she looked enticing to both of them, because despite some apprehension, she wanted to ask a favor.

“Umm...would either of you mind if I...slept in the middle tonight?” she asked, struggling to look either woman in the eye for how nervous she was. Sleeping between a woman and her married partner would've been a grave offense just about anywhere else in the world, and Faheema still felt a bit like a stranger to her current company. Although she wouldn't confess out loud to why she wanted the privilege, the truth was that she wanted to feel what it was like to sleep with a warm body on either side of her again, just once.

Bubbles waited until Faheema had stepped into the bathroom, lifting her head up just enough to watch it happen, before letting it fall back. She let out a long, longing sigh, and the bed shook as a shudder ran through.

”That might’ve been some of the best sex I’ve ever had.” She ran a hand over her face, wiping off a layer of sweat. ”Non-solo-wife sex, anyway.”

Mariah gave Bubbles’ iron thigh a slap, then rolled about in the bed to lay beside her, facing towards her wife in the same position they often went to sleep in - albeit, with a bit more space between than usual. ”Stop. I’m not that good by myself.” A moment’s pause, before Mariah’s tongue flicked out. ”Usually, anyway. Where do we go from here, though? I don’t want to just fuck tomorrow, her time with us should be more special than that. I want to get her some clothes, bare minimum.”

That brought out a light chuckle from the Virgin Killer. ”You two are going shopping?”

”Yes.” The was a slight hint of annoyance in Mariah’s voice, warning of a button not be pushed.

”No, that’s fine. I’ve got some ideas on that, we can talk more in the morning. For now...”

She pointed a lazy finger to the door as Faheema came through, inexplicable able to look sheepish and shy with a body that looked like it had endured wars. Her question came out to match, as if it pained her to even say it.

Bubbles and Mariah exchanged a blank look for a moment, before they both turned back to the Nubian, seemingly in unison. ”Not only do I not mind…” Bubbles made a little more space between them and patted the bed, laying out an area just big enough for one sexy black beauty. ”...I insist.”

A melancholy smile appeared on Faheema's face as she discreetly listened to the sexy couple's conversation. It sounded like they wanted to take her into the city tomorrow. Knowing that they liked her enough to do more than just feast on her nubile body filled her with warmth, but deep down, Faheema dreaded letting them see just how helpless she was outside of a wrestling ring. Japan was nothing like the world she'd been raised in, and most of the skills she had acquired there were useless here.

No matter how tough she looked on the outside, Faheema often felt like a child deep down. Maybe she was, in some sense, since she'd never been able to have what Mariah and Bubbles would consider a real childhood. Growing up in a war zone had a habit of forcing children to take on maturity early. For all the danger of her homeland, however, it had one comfort that Faheema hadn't been able to enjoy since leaving home. The ability to sleep with two warm bodies on either side of her, with two people that she trusted.

“Thank you,” Faheema cooed, walking towards both women and crawling up onto the foot of the bed. She was still naked, and that was how she planned to sleep. Shuffling forward on all fours, the exhausted Nubian burrowed into the covers between the two women and rested her head on a mound of soft pillows, with her tuft of messy hair hanging over its edge. With her eyelids starting to sag, she turned on her side to say a goodnight to Bubbles.

“I had a wonderful time tonight, and I hope you did, too. Sleep well,” Faheema said, keeping her words quick and simple. Turning onto her opposite side, Faheema got comfortable and stuck her curvy rear out, tempting Bubbles to cuddle her from behind, to share their warmth through the night. For Mariah, Faheema leaned forward and stole one more kiss.

“Thanks for sharing your amazing lives with me. I can hardly wait for the sun to rise,” Faheema said. With that, the Nubian closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling the excitement of the day start to leave her body. She was going to sleep like a rock tonight, but as she started to drift off, something nagged at the back of her mind. Mariah and Bubbles had shared their lives, but Faheema had forgotten to confide in Mariah by answering her question from earlier, about the scars on her back.

“Hmm...why don't you join me in the shower tomorrow morning. We can learn more about each other. Besides, I could use some help learning to manage my hair now that I have regular access to shampoo, and who knows? Maybe I could help scrub you down after everything I did with Bubbles today,” Faheema remarked with a cheshire smile. Right now, both of them were exhausted but happy after a day of utterly satisfying sex, so Faheema wasn't going to bring down the mood by dredging up her past. Their personal reflections could happen later.

“Good night, Mariah,” Faheema whispered, brushing the pale woman's body with the coarse palm of her hand before withdrawing and shutting her eyes for the night.

Faheema nestled in between Bubbles and Mariah, taking a spot that other women had occupied before, but none have ever fit so well. They both were familiar with how this woman’s body felt, since they’d been feeling it inside and out all through the night. But there was something different about robbing flesh against flesh, of their bodies molding together, like they were three parts of the same whole. They just clicked. The delectable cream filling of their sandwich.

Bubbles was all too eager nuzzle against Faheema, and while she was just greedy enough to wish she could sleep with the Nubian facing her, she wasn’t about to complain about the consolation. When that cute, tight butt came rubbing, she met it with wanting hips, teasingly slapping it with her sex. If it wasn't for the fact that she was already so drained, she might do something to sate those growing urges...but no. Not tonight. She cuddled up with Faheema from behind and closed her eyes, ready to let the night claim her.

Mariah, on the other hand, was surprised when Faheema chose to sleep facing her, instead of the gargantuan opponent who’d brought her here in the first place. While they were friendlier now than they had been about two hours ago - sex had this way of bringing people together in more than one way, fancy that - that didn’t change the fact that Bubbles was the main attraction, here. Everyone always came for her.

This was new. But welcome.

”I…” She stuttered and stammered, not sure what to say, until she decided to just accept the compliment. ”Thank you, Faheema.” She reached up and brushed aside some of the Nubian’s dark hairs, just to lean over and plant the softest kiss on her forehead. ”We’ll do that. Now get sleep. You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”

Bubbles planted a kiss of her own on Faheema’s neck and closed her eyes, surrendering to slumber. ”Good night, lover. Dream of us.” She gave that sweet ass of hers one final slap. ”That’s an order.”

Sleep came easy, with Bubbles and Mariah not moving around too much as the hours went on. Occasionally, there hands went roaming, findin a breast to grope or a buttcheek to squeeze. But, for the most part, the hours went on without much trouble.

When Faheema woke, she would find Bubbles still behind her - and snoring. Loudly. She had a long, loud, rumbling snore, that shook the bed, a sleeping giantess in her lair.

Mariah, on the other hand, had rolled out of bed at some point, but she wouldn’t be hard to find. There was also a smell. The heady scent of sizzling sausage and scrambled eggs, coming from the kitchenette. There, sitting at the table in nothing but her black panties, Mariah sat, checking her iPhone in one hand while she sipped from orange juice in the other, with a plate - a rather large plate - of food waiting in front of her.

Since arriving in Japan, Faheema had been able to sleep more soundly than usual, but no night in years brought her more satisfaction than this one. The mattress was thick and soft, with no loose springs to poke the Nubian in the back. She was surrounded by two beautiful, friendy women, eager to hold her and keep her warm through the night. Even her dreams were unusually cheerful, if very bizarre, perhaps a result of both women groping and cuddling her through the darkness of the early morning. It was downright tragic that she would need to wake up when the sun rose, but when the Nubian caught the scent of cooked food in her sleep, she had no choice but to rise and investigate.

Her eyes opened to investigate the hotel suite along with her nose, both searching for Mariah and food, respectively. Not just any food, either; Faheema smelled sausage cooking nearby. Bacon. Meat that came from pigs...meat that Faheema had never been allowed to eat before. As soon as her weary mind placed the smell, her stomach started roaring.

A ruffling of the sheets became audible as Faheema extricated herself from the giantess sleeping behind her, and shuffled silently to her feet. Towering in the dim light of the hotel room, she took large strides toward the kitchenette where Mariah and the food were both waiting, emerging from the shadows of the room's darker reaches. She suppressed an urge to seize Mariah's breakfast; despite her starvation, she was determined to live down the unkind stereotypes associated with migrants like her. Too many people regarded her with fear and contempt, but Mariah didn't.

“Hello,” she said, sitting in a small chair across from Mariah. Both of them had neglected to dress, and Faheema didn't even have bottoms on. Not that Mariah would see with both of them sat down, but the smell of sweat and arousal still clung to her body. Faheema needed that shower, but she wasn't going to ignore food while it was still hot.

“Will you share with me?” she asked, keeping her voice soft and her accent warm, forcing herself to look at Mariah instead of the food. There was just a slightly manic glint in her eye to let Mariah know that she might not stay civil if her stomach was denied for much longer. Faheema rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward, eyes darting eagerly between Mariah and her bacon.