Emily nodded her head. Her face went red. A little tear escaped the corner of her eye. Her whole body shook so hard, I really thought we might have to call the hospital. A long hiss slipped out of her, and she fell forward. Head resting on Jack’s knees.
“Wow,” she said, “Wow wow.”
I thought Emily might be done. But she sat back up again and started sliding on Jack’s dick. Clearly searching for that same magic place in her pussy.
All the women were now facing each other, like proudly displaying their bodies to the room. Rising and falling, each at their own pace.
Allison glanced back at me, little breasts flopping up and down as she rode my dick. Then she turned towards the couch.
“Your husband is so thick, Em,” she said, “It’s stretching me out so good.”
“Mike’s cock is so long, Allie,” Cassie said, joining in, “It’s poking my cervix. Hurts. But in a good way.”
“Uhhrrrr ah!” Emily said, pushed past coherence as she shimmied on Jack’s shlong.
“Sweet, tight pussy,” Jack said, doing his best to fill in as he filled my wife. “Such a. Great. Fuck.”
“Your wife’s gorgeous, Jack,” Mike said, “So fucking beautiful.”
“You like seeing me spitted on your dick, Michael?” Cassie asked, playfully.
“So good,” Mike said.
The room went silent. I knew they were all waiting for me to speak up. Dammit.
“Allison is incredible.” I forced out each word, as if the athletic woman’s incredible cunt was squeezing them forth.
I got a polite round of applause for my efforts.
Whether Jack realized it was his turn to give us something to do, or if he was doing it just because, I’ll never know. But he gave his thumb a gratuitous suck and pointed it right at my wife’s brown star.
Emily froze, mid stroke. Held there. Slowly, Jack sunk his digit into her rear end. She let out a low, animal moan as she settled down.
Cassie looked back at Mike, and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, providing both approval and a demonstration of what he needed to do. Mike licked his own thumb, then pressed it into Cassie’s ass. The blonde woman shuddered. Her movements slowed. Her beautiful face screwed so tight, I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. Probably both. But as Cassie had already admitted, she kind of liked that mixed sensation.
Allison saw what was going on and turned back to glare at me. “Don’t even think about it,” she said.
I held my hands up in surrender.
“I guess that means you lose,” Cassie said, smiling at Allison. It wasn’t mean-spirited. But that didn’t matter. Allison’s eyes flashed hot.
“Do it,” she said, through gritted teeth.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.
“I. Don’t. Care,” Allison said.
I sucked my thumb so long, it was like being an infant all over again. Then I gingerly rested my digit on Allison’s rosebud. She flinched but held herself in place. Slowly, I pressed my thumb forward. Allison’s breaths came in tight, pained gasps. I got halfway to the knuckle before she grabbed my wrist, hard.
“Get it out,” she said. The look on her face almost desperate. Allison bore down and pushed my thumb right back out of her butt. “That’s good enough,” she told the room. No one was brave enough to disagree with her.
“Getting close,” Mike said.
We all turned to the copulating couple on the bed.
“OK, last call,” Cassie said, grinning.
“It’s your turn, cheerleader,” Allison said.
Cassie seemed about to say something when Mike pushed her off his dick. Her eyes went wide with surprise. The blond man steered his partner off the bed, back to her knees on the floor. He gripped his dick, holding it in front of her face. Cassie didn’t look thrilled by this, but she rested on her haunches, dutifully awaiting his spend.
Allison gave me a shrug, then climbed off. She knelt down on the ground and grabbed my dick, stroking it enthusiastically while keeping me pointed at her face.
When Jack tried to move, however, Emily’s hips clamped down.
“No!” my innocent wife cried out, “In! In me!”
Jack started thrusting upward with abandon. Every push elicited a new sound from Emily. A gasp, a grunt, a groan. A long stream of “Oh. Ah. Oh God. Please. Cum inside. Cum so deep.”
Finally, Jack arched his body upward, lifting Emily right off the couch. He let out a deep roar. Emily’s pretty face went pink. Her eyes squeezed shut.
“ah! OH! Oh God!” Emily’s whole body shook. “Sssssso gooood.”
She fell forward, hugging herself tight as her cum wriggled out of her. A little orgasm by her standards, lately. Bur clearly satisfying enough as she lay back on the couch, sated. Jack’s dick popped out. A thick glob of his spend slipped out of Emily’s pussy along with him.
“Emily’s out!” Allison shouted, but the rest of us were too engaged to care.
Mike groaned loudly. “Oh, yes,” he said, “Oh God. Cassie. My Cassie. So beautiful.” A pale white arc fired from his dick and splattered the blonde woman across her deep blue eyes and upturned nose. Her cheeks covered in fresh spatters of hot semen.
Cassie giggled, then sent out her pink tongue to lick the spend from her face. I understood why Mike had wanted this, to paint his crush girl with his cum. Seeing her perfect face marked by his pleasure was extremely hot.
Allison pulled at my pud perfectly, like she’d studied my instruction manual for months. She moved the loose skin up and down my shaft, smiling up at me the whole time.
“Do it,” she mouthed, and it was all I could take. “You’ve got this. Bring it home. Cum for me.”
My first burst fountained onto Allison’s face. She pointed the next at her tits. I lost track after that, my pleasure grabbing hold of me. When I blinked, I saw that I’d given Allison a healthy facial, her one eye winked closed by a fat glob of semen. Her little breasts were shiny with my spend. Her hand, too, was sticky with strands of cum.
I sank down to the floor. Allison held me close and kissed my cheek. I felt my own semen, slippery and cold, brush my skin.
“That was lovely,” she whispered in my ear.
“Did you?”
“Twice,” she said, “Not that anyone’s counting.”
*
We slowly untangled from each other. Our goal of getting ready for the night was completely undone. We were covered in each other’s juices, totally naked, and even more tired than before. We stumbled around the room, aimlessly, like we didn’t even know what to do with ourselves. Finally, Allison regained enough conscious thought to give us our marching orders.
“Showers,” she declared, “Then get dressed. We’ve got a party to get to.”
Emily stood up on shaking, spindly legs. I saw another glob of sperm slip out of her snatch and stain the carpeting. We were going to need to leave a massive tip for housekeeping, as well as a thirteen-page, handwritten apology letter. At minimum.
Carefully, like walking on ice, Emily made her way back to the bathroom. Jack leapt up from the couch and followed her.
“We’ll catch up with y’all in a bit,” he said, sliding the shoji door closed with finality.
Allison and I shared a knowing look.
“We’ll go shower at my place,” Cassie said, grabbing Mike’s hand. He pulled his outfit out of his suitcase, they threw on their clothes, and they sprinted out of the room, like fleeing a fire. Or racing for an ice cream truck. They slammed the front door behind them.