Cassie saw that left Mike’s dick uncovered. She twisted around and lay on her back, so she was under Mike’s cock; like she was sliding under a car chassis. I bent with her so I could stay connected to her sex. Allison was the only one without someone stimulating her, but she seemed fine to stroke herself as she sucked my dick.
Now all of us were connected in one long, oral daisy chain. Humping at each other’s mouths like an alien, undulating organism. With most of our tongues engaged, there wasn’t much talking going around. Only the wet sounds of licking and sucking, punctuated by a random groan.
With all the stimulation, it’s not a surprise that none of us lasted all that long. Jack was the first to go. He arched his back and pulled his hand out of Emily. With a shout, he covered her chest in cum.
When he spattered her, Emily braced and shuddered. A sharp, shaking squeal escaped her lips as Mike tongued her over the top. When her orgasm let go of her, she pushed Mike’s head away.
Mike, seeing that his wife was unattended, spun the other way and attached his lips to her cunt. Allison grunted as her husband began licking her. She stopped sucking me — just held me in her mouth while she was stimulated.
With my pleasure on pause, I had the mental ability to focus on Cassie. I worked her clit with abandon, remembering all the tricks I’d learned from the day before. The beautiful blonde woman gasped and shuddered. Trembled on my tongue.
“Fuck that feels good,” she gasped out. She tumbled backwards onto her bottom.
At the same moment, Allison reached her peak. She let out a tight, pained howl as her husband took her over the top. She pulled off my dick, gasping for air.
But the athletic blonde didn’t forget my need. Urgently, she reached for my cock and started jerking me off. The strength and dexterity of her grip was more than enough to get me there. I groaned as the pleasure raced across my body. I burst across Allison’s chest, splattering her tits.
Mike was the last one left to go. He stood up, stroking his own dick. Allison spun around and sat on her knees in front of her husband.
“Give it to me,” Allison said, “I want it.”
Cassie crawled over next to Allison. She pressed her breasts forward like an offering. “On my tits,” she said.
My wife sat up and joined the other women. “On my face,” Emily said.
All three women, so very different, yet all equally attractive in their own way, sat supplicant in front of Mike and begged him to blow his load on them.
The tall man let out a loud groan. His first fertile shot fountained onto Cassie’s tits. The next hit Emily in the face. The third landed in Allison’s hair. The girls all giggled and groaned as Mike pumped himself empty. A cocky smile sat on his face
When he was done, the women all turned to show the room. They even took a playful bow; giggling so hard it was contagious.
Mike had gotten them good. All of them had long white streaks on them — my wife and Allison had it the worst, with two loads apiece spattering their bodies. All three were sticky with spend. Tits and chins dripping.
Before, when the game broke apart, it had felt like a cease-fire. Now that we’d all shared in each other in this unique way, it felt like we had finally formed a lasting peace.
“I need a shower,” Emily said, idly tracing Mike’s cum on her tit. A glob of Jack’s seed dripped down her stomach. I became very aware of the fact that my wife was soaked in the spend of two other men. It gave me that now familiar sensation of arousal and despair.
Emily stood up on wobbly legs and wandered back to the bathroom. We heard the gush of water turning on. Cassie went to the kitchen sink and started to splash her face. Allison grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped herself down. I noticed my own seed dripping off her and stopped feeling so sorry for myself. After all, I was as guilty as Emily.
Slowly we all put ourselves back together. I looked up at the clock and saw that, somehow, only an hour had passed. We had plenty of time to go back to the Magic Kingdom and restart our day. Out of nowhere, the idea of going on rides in the oppressive heat seemed like an amazing idea.
Once Emily got out of the shower, we all got ready and walked back to the lobby. We were, clearly, worse for the wear. Makeup smeared, hair all mussed. Clothes put on like we’d dressed in a hurricane with our eyes closed.
But we were smiling. All holding hands. Basking in the sunlight and ready to take on the day. For real this time.
*
Our morning melee meant that we’d missed out on getting a head start at the Magic Kingdom. By the time we got back, the park was bustling with people and most of the marquee rides had lines of thirty minutes or more. But our mood was buoyant enough that we were able to still enjoy ourselves.
Instead of rehashing the same argument, we all agreed to follow Allison’s plan and headed to the back of the park. We followed the path down along the river, the large steamboat tooting along beside us. I remembered this area from the night before, but it was very different in the bright summer sun.
Allison led the way like a combination of a savvy tour guide and a valiant explorer, cutting through the clumps of people aggressively while she happily pointed out her favorite spots in the park. The rest of us followed her carefully — close enough that we didn’t lose her, but far enough away that we didn’t accidentally get caught up in her enthusiastic aggression.
Cassie grasped my hand. She seemed to almost shimmer in that white dress. Yes, she was a mess, her clothes askew and her makeup washed away. That didn’t make her look any less amazing. I could feel the eyes of every patron as they took her in, like she was as exciting a sight as one of the characters.
“Feeling better?” Cassie asked. I could tell that this was a genuine concern.
“Yes,” I said. Cassie gave me an evaluating look. “This morning was hard. But you made it work. It’s impressive how you always seem to have the solution.”
Cassie clapped her hands happily, but it wasn’t about the compliment. She was counting my words, trying to draw me out. A permutation of the game that Allison liked to play. But unlike the tall blonde, Cassie wasn’t competing. She legit just wanted me to open up more.
Ahead of us, Mike and Emily were also holding hands. I couldn’t get past how strange they looked as a couple. Mike was so much taller than my wife. But they found a way to make it work. In fact, they were being surprisingly flirty, whispering and giggling to each other. Mike even stole a quick kiss at one point.
Jack, on the other hand, trailed behind all of us. He had a coffee in his hand, and he sipped and strolled. Again, I realized he was acting oddly detached. On the days before, it had seemed like his whole galaxy had revolved around Emily. He doted on her, and she devoted herself back.
Now it seemed he’d stepped into another universe where she didn’t exist. OK, he didn’t completely ignore her. But his disinterest was almost shocking, and Emily definitely noticed. I was pretty sure, in fact, that a lot of my wife’s performance with Mike was intended specifically for Jack. But the more she tried to pull the older man back to her, the harder Jack pushed her away.
We got to Pirates of the Caribbean and went inside. It was a stone building, made to look like a fort with black chains, iron bars, and stacks of cannonballs strewn about. The wait wasn’t too bad, and the area was air conditioned, so at least we were comfortable.