The athletic blonde woman leapt off my cock, but it was already too late. My first spurt fountained outward, splashing my chest. I waited for the look of disappointment to fill her face.
But instead, Allison leaned forward. Grabbed my dick and aimed me so I splashed on her tits, her stomach.
“It’s OK,” Allison said, stroking my hair and smiling at me. “You did so good. Oh yes. Let it all out. You’ve got this.”
It overwhelmed me, the cacophony of our couplings. The sounds of sex surrounding me. The naked bodies all undulating together. Seeing, my wife with another man. Hearing Cassie’s little cries. Allison’s chest covered in my cum. All of it roiling together in the syrup of sickly-sweet bliss. My world squeezed down to a pinprick.
The next thing I was aware of was something warm and wet on my cock and balls. I sat up on my elbows and saw Allison, her brown eyes sparkling playful. She’d sucked me up entirely — cockhead, shaft, even my scrotum. All of it in her mouth like she was keeping it safe from a nearby predator.
Around us, nothing had changed. What felt like hours had been minutes. Seconds. Cassie was slithering her backside back and forth to meet Mike’s thrusts. Emily was tossed over the couch, shaking as another cum crashed through her.
“Come back to me,” Allison said, “You can do it.”
The look on Allison’s face was so caring, I couldn’t see past it. Her expression so affectionate, it knocked me back. She ran her tongue over my meat like it was the most precious thing in the universe.
“Stay with me,” Allison said.
Miraculously, I felt myself stiffen on her warm tongue. My penis filled with blood, slowly forcing its way back out into the open air. Like some weird magic trick, what had once been easily swallowed whole was now too big to fit in Allison’s mouth.
The blonde woman gave me a grin. She held up her pointer and middle finger in something like a peace sign.
“That’s two,” she said, “But I’m not done with you yet. Ready to get back out there?”
Before I could answer, Allison pushed me back and straddled my dick. I wasn’t fully hard, but she slipped me inside and that got me the rest of the way. This time, Allison really did give me a fist bump.
“OK, let’s do this thing,” Allison said.
She started sliding on me. Harder this time. Faster. Long strokes that slipped up and down my shaft with stupendous ecstasy. My dick was so sensitive, the pleasure of it was almost painful.
However, the benefit of my second orgasm of the evening became clear. I wasn’t going to go off again for a while, no matter what Allison did. It gave me a strange boost of confidence. Like I was some kind of miracle man, rather than the dude that had already gone twice while everyone else was yet to finish.
But I also knew I needed to drop off Allison before I made my own final delivery. I doubted I was going to have a fourth go in me. I had to make sure she arrived on time.
I reached up to her tiny, round breast, like before. But she pushed my hand back.
“Too sensitive,” Allison said.
Instead, I let my fingers wander lower, down to her slot. I placed my thumb at the top and rubbed back and forth. She was sopping. Soaking. I swore I could hear the squelching noises as I stroked her clit.
Allison started humping against me faster. She was panting now from her effort. Sweat ran a river through her breasts. Mouth quivering with effort; forming an almost agonized frown. She bit her lower lip so hard, I saw it wet with blood.
“Come on,” Allison said, almost to herself. “Come on, Allison. Do it. You’ve got this. Get there.”
I kept moving on her clit. Feeling her respond. Her pussy got impossibly tighter around my dick. A vice grip so hard it actually hurt.
“Ungh. There. There it is,” Allison said it strained. Like every word was a phenomenal effort. “That’s it. That’s it, Allison. You got… You did it. You got it. That’s my girl. Give it…. Give it UP.”
Again, she dug her nails into my stomach. Her hips hitched. Legs stuttered. The look on her face slowly shifted into a dopey smile. Eyes closed, beatific. She let out another short, animal grunt. “UhhrrrrrrAH!”
Allison fell forward, barely able to hold herself up. She kissed me hard, and I realized we’d truly become a couple. This wasn’t just a fling or a fun moment — we’d connected. This was what it was like, truly, to be loved by Allison. To feel her express every bit of passion through her mouth to mine. It was nearly as sexy as seeing her cum.
She gave me a little grin. Her light, poker-straight hair was everywhere. She was gasping for breath. Giggling in little bits between. Abruptly, a kind of clarity filled her eyes, and she stared right at me. Her face looking as vulnerable as I’d ever seen.
“Talk to me, Paul,” Allison said, “Say something. Please.”
I ran a million things through my mind. The only sentence I could form went out, bypassing whatever logic circuits I had left.
“I want to be on top,” I said.
Allison rolled her eyes at me. “Fine,” she said, slapping my flank.
She let me roll her onto her back. I kissed her lightly on her lips. Her eyelids. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and felt her suck in her breath.
“See?” I said “Words are stupid. Who needs words?”
“You make a good point,” Allison said, stroking my cheek. “But what I really need right now is cock.”
Well, that was a request I could easily comply with. I reached down with my dick and found Allison’s phenomenal folds. I slipped in easily now, like we’d done this a thousand times. One quick shhhlluuurrp, and I was intimately connected with another man’s wife.
That man, however, was engaged in his own illicit entanglement. And he was starting to get louder.
“I’m doing it! I’m fucking her. I’m fucking Cassie. Cassie. Fucking. Summers!”
Mike moved faster, but his actions were becoming erratic. Cassie now leaned back, looking up at him. Blue eyes wide with wonder. Large tits pinwheeling with each thrust.
“Yes baby!” Cassie said. “Do it! Get there. Come on, baby, give it to me.”
“Oh! I’m going to… FUCK!” Mike cried out.