The other guys, obviously, agreed with me. All three of us were already quite erect. Mike’s long, thin dick stuck straight out, rising and falling slightly with his heartbeat. Again, I had that mental image of an oil dipstick. Jack’s penis pointed outward as well, nestled in that thick nest of silver hair. I had nothing to be ashamed of though, my own dick was slightly longer than Jack’s and the thickest of any of the three by far. Again, three very different anatomies each eager to accomplish the same thing.
Just as the guys had been perving on the girls, they too took the time to examine us, hungrily. I noticed Allison and Cassie both taking more than a quick glance at my body, broad and thick. Emily, herself, gave me a little wanton smirk. I knew how much it turned her on when I got the other women worked up.
The game was back to Jack and Emily. The older man sat down on the couch and spread his legs. Wordlessly, he pressed on my petite wife’s shoulders, pushing her to her knees. Emily lowered her eyelids, signaling her submission, and she started to slowly lick up and down Jack’s dick.
Cassie, dutifully, slid off the bed and took Mike in her mouth. He sat on the edge of the mattress, moaning at her ministrations. Running his fingers through her long, golden hair.
Finally, Allison dropped to the carpet, pushing me back so she could slurp at my shaft.
“So thick,” she grunted around my meat.
The room filled with the wet sounds of sucking, all three women working us over. Jack held Emily’s head, thrusting roughly. She made little choking sounds as she tried to keep up. When he noticed me looking, he slowed down a little, loosening his grip.
Cassie and Mike were more affectionate. She could barely get half of his long dick in her mouth, but Cassie licked and sucked at his cock like it was a holy object. The whole time, Mike ran his hands over the beautiful blonde’s head and shoulders, like checking to make sure she was really, truly, there. Tracing every inch of her — of that moment — into his mind.
Allison, of course, went after me with her usual determined aggression. It was wonderful to be worked way. Though it also left me with a lot of pressure to perform. I didn’t think I could fail at getting a blowjob, but Allison was making me rethink that assumption.
“Who’s next?” Cassie asked, her words muffled by the man she was sucking.
“I think the boys should return the favor,” Allison declared, letting my dick pop out of her mouth. She spun around and lay down on the ground. She lifted her hips and spread them. Her pussy was visibly wet, more than anxious for my arrival.
I knelt down between Allison’s legs. Emily being Emily, I hadn’t gotten a lot of practice with oral stuff. I felt a little nervous as I approached Allison’s sex. This truly was a performance, and I didn’t want to let anyone down. I reminded myself that the athletic blonde had said she’d cum from my cunnilingus the night before. That gave me a little reassurance as I began to tongue Allison’s eager twat.
I heard bodies shifting and light, feminine gasps as the other couples mirrored us. It was hard to see from where I was working, but I did my best to get the lay of the land.
Mike and Cassie were up on the bed. The tall blonde man was on his back, and Cassie slowly lowered her sex onto his mouth, using the headboard to hold herself up. I felt very bad for our neighbors, saying a silent prayer that they were out at the parks.
On the couch, Emily laid back with her legs spread. As I said, she’d never been a fan of oral, but she seemed more than happy to have Jack’s silvered head between her thighs. He ate at her noisily, like a starving man set upon a succulent supper.
Allison’s hands gripped my head, tight. Her legs snapped around my skull. Damn, but pleasing this woman turned painful. I did my best to stay with it. But instead of loosening up, Allison clenched tighter around me. She shoved my face into her groin, and I lost my breath. My head felt like an overripe melon about to burst.
Allison trembled, a tiny shake. Finally, she dropped back. I nearly passed out, myself, gulping for air as the athletic blonde gasped out her orgasm. I was just happy to be free from her grasp.
“Oh fuck,” I heard her say, sucking in a deep breath. Allison’s body stiffened again. A tiny aftershock. Fortunately, this time I was safely to the side
Finally, Allison recovered. Her brown eyes came back into focus. She looked down at me, lying near-dead at her feet and quickly pulled me up. She kissed me hard, despite the fact my face was sticky with her secretions.
“Who’s… next?” Cassie asked from the bed. She was having trouble forming words; her dedication to our game was truly admirable.
“Emily,” Allison said.
Jack didn’t give my wife the chance to answer. Instead, he climbed up on the couch, grabbed his dick in his fist, and slotted it into my wife’s tight, tiny pussy. Emily was already so lost in ecstasy, I don’t think she even noticed that her lover had switched from tongue to dick until his hardness was up to the hilt inside of her.
“Well OK then,” Cassie said. She didn’t seem too disappointed by this turn of events.
The beautiful blonde carefully dismounted from Mike’s face, then lay back in the missionary position. Mike gave her a hungry grin. He guided his dick into her. Cassie made a very, un-cheerleader like grunt as he settled in.
Allison and I were already in the right positions. The tall woman didn’t stop kissing me. She reached down and aimed my cock at her target. I plunged forward, groaning as her hot, dripping hole slowly accepted my urgent invader.
The six of us settled into a symphony of sexual sounds. The percussion of flesh on flesh. The headboard beating against the wall. The squeaky protests of the couch. High pitched gasps and whines counterpointed with low groans and deep sighs.
Then, our conductor changed our tempo, once again.
“Let’s flip this around,” Cassie said. I was impressed that she was able to remember a game was going on.
The beautiful blonde put Mike back on his back. She straddled his dick and settled onto his long shaft. Allison grinned at me, lustily. She didn’t need to tell me this was her favorite position. The athletic blonde rolled me over, not too aggressively. She sighed as her pussy slipped back over me. Like even a second of separation had been too long.
“Fuck that’s nice,” she said.
Over on the couch, Jack lay back at the cushions, a tiny grin dancing on his lips, while my little wife slowly lowered herself onto him. Her perfectly formed breasts pointed outward, nipples red as cherries. Her dark muff merged with Jack’s silvery pubes. She made a strangely girlish giggle as she stared down at him.
“Oooh, I like this,” she said.
Rather than riding up and down like Cassie or slowly rubbing back and forth like Allison, my wife had her own approach to humping another woman’s husband. She undulated back and forth, arcing her body in pronounced slithers. Curving and writing on the older man’s cock.
It was Allison’s turn to drive the action now and she didn’t need reminding. She lifted up slightly and began slowly turning on my dick, like she was a record on the turntable. When Allison was all the way around, I did the instinctual thing and grabbed hold of those perfect, pink cheeks. She started humping up and down on my shaft.
“Woohoo!” Cassie cried out. She was clearly a fan of this position. She jumped off Mike’s cock and spun, then slowly lowered herself back down. As the beautiful blonde carefully backed up into place, I could almost hear the beeping of a truck in reverse in my mind. Once Mike was fully encased in her pussy, Cassie slowly sat back up.
“This is new,” Emily said. That was true. Reverse cowgirl was a little much for a girl who, previous to this trip, considered over the covers to be particularly risque.
She got off Jack, climbed over him, and settled. But about halfway down, my petite brunette wife froze. For a second, I thought maybe she’d hit a painful spot. Subtly, she began rubbing herself in place. I realized I’d assumed the wrong kind of sensitivity.
“Ooo,” Emily said, “Ah!” Her eyes went wide. Her jaw fell open.
“Yeah girl!” Cassie cried out. All she needed was a pair of pom-poms. “Get that g-spot!”
“That’s it, little one,” Jack said, stroking her side, “Relax. Let it happen.”