The two gorgeous women lapped hungrily at my member like it was the greatest thing they’d ever seen. Like I had some kind of deity between my legs. They took turns bobbing onto my cock. Nose to the root, then right back off again.
“This is so hot,” Allison said.
“Tell me you’re not loving this, Paul,” Cassie said.
I responded with another pained moan. Holding back was getting difficult again. The vision of the blonde girls sucking on me alone was almost too much to bear. Let alone what they were doing with their warm mouths and tongues.
“You women. Are killing. Me,” I said. Each word was almost too painful force out.
“That’s the plan!” Allison cried out, clapping excitedly.
Cassie, meanwhile, responded to my cry for help by taking me down to her throat. One huge dive and, gulp, bye-bye penis! She slobbered all over my knob, bobbed up and down choking, licked and savored and slurped.
The pleasure started rising in me. Creeping up my cock. The urge to release overtook me. I didn’t want to stop. Needed it so bad.
“He’s swelling up again!” Cassie said, her words muffled by my dick.
The beautiful blonde ripped her head off my cock. Allison’s hand shot out and squeezed my sack. My impending orgasm expanded outwards then POP. Went down to nothing.
“ffffFUCK!” I cried out. My balls knotted. My dick burned. The sudden stop was so bad I felt it in my gut. That light headache ramped up to something throbbing.
“Ooooh, that was a close one,” Allison said.
“Hang in there, Paul,” Cassie said, “You’re almost all the way through.”
“Need. A break,” I gasped out.
“Halftime show?” Allison asked. She leaned forward and kissed Cassie. The two hot blondes started making out on the floor. Kissing and running their hands through each other’s hair. They let out loud, overwrought groans as their lips smacked. It should have been silly, but I didn’t care. Watching them was only making me want to cum worse.
I let out another pained groan and the girls stopped to look at me.
“I guess that’s not helping,” Cassie said.
“Too bad,” Allison said, “I enjoyed it.”
Cassie gave me a look of concern. She stood up and put her arm around my waist, kissing my cheek.
“You’re doing so great,” Cassie told me, quietly. Gently patted my shoulder with genuine affection. “You know I’ve, well, I’ve been with a few guys. More than my share, being honest. Most of them couldn’t last this long. You’re a fucking rock star. Hang with me, OK?”
I nodded. Cassie kissed me again.
“OK, it’s pussy time,” Allison said. She rubbed her hands together with delight. “Who gets first go?”
“All you, Allison,” Cassie said.
“You sure?” Allison asked, “I’ve already gotten a couple of goes.”
“Don’t worry,” Cassie said, “I’ve got it all planned out. Just enjoy yourself.”
“Oh you bet I will,” Allison said. She gave her a friend a fist bump. “This is going to be awesome.”
“Be careful,” Cassie said, “Don’t let him go off too soon.”
“I’ve got this,” Allison said, “Warn me if you’re getting close, Paul.”
I gave her my agreement, despite my better instincts.
Allison motioned for me to lie down on the floor. But as I started to lower myself, Cassie stopped me.
“You always ride him, Allison,” Cassie said, “Try something different.”
Allison let out a long sigh. She looked at me, then over at Cassie. I could tell she was ready to argue it. But finally, she surrendered.
“Fine we can do doggie,” Allison said.
“There you go!” Cassie said, clapping. Always the cheerleader, that one.
Allison got onto all fours. She wiggled her shapely butt back at me. I knelt behind her. Aimed my dick at Allison’s shaved pussy. I took a deep breath. This was going to be tough. But I knew I needed to hang on. Cassie was counting on me (God that was a weird thought).
I slid my dick into Allison. She was more than ready for it. Just as I’d been building this whole time, I realized, the two women were getting equally amped. Allison let out a happy little ‘eep!’ as I filled her.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she said, “I needed that.”
“Told you,” Cassie said, “Cocks are awesome.”
“I did not need convincing of that,” Allison said.
I began slowly stroking my dick into Allison. Rocking back and forth. Getting used again to the stimulation that came from being surrounded by her wonderful pussy. Allison blew the hair out of her face. Her breaths started coming faster.
“You want me to suck your tits?” Cassie asked the athletic blonde.
“I want you to sit back and learn, cheerleader,” Allison said, “Watch the master.”
Cassie crawled next to me. “OK, Paul you heard her. Give it your all.”
I thrust into Allison faster. Harder. Our bodies made rude noises as we thrust against each other. Slick and slapping. My hands gripped Allison’s muscular butt. It was like holding warm, pliant iron.
“Look at how perfect Allison’s body is, Paul,” Cassie said, “Those sculpted abs. Holy fuck, isn’t she hot? I wish I could look this good.”
Allison flushed. She wasn’t used to having her body praised this way.
“Look at how beautiful her shaved pussy looks,” Cassie continued, “Oh! You can see how wet she is. Dripping over your thick cock.”
Allison squirmed. I wished I could see her face. The way the athletic blonde’s expression would start to twist. How her eyes grew wide.
“Paul, look at her,” Cassie commanded, “Look at how hot Allison is. She’s your wife’s best friend and you’re stuffing your dick inside her. You’re fucking her so good. Making her cum. Tell him Allison.”
“Uhn… uh. Uh huh.” The pale blonde started to shake, shudder. Like she was slowly coming apart. “Oh yeah. Paul. Fucking me. You’re not supposed to — uhn — fuck your wife’s friend. I’m not supposed to know how that — oh! — big, thick dick feels in my tight pussy.”
“That’s a girl,” Cassie said. She started tracing Allison’s nipple while she manipulated her clit. Smiling my way the whole time. “Tell him.”
“You like fucking my hot, wet cunt?” Allison asked me. “Look.” Allison raised her left hand from the ground, showing me her wedding band. The physical representation of her promise to her husband twinkled at me. “I’m taken. You can’t take me. I belong to someone else. But you… you got me. Stuffing my married pussy up so full. I can’t stop.”
I could see how Allison was trying to mirror all the things we’d heard from my wife, but it wasn’t the same. And, honestly, I didn’t want it to be. I didn’t need to possess Allison. Sharing that time together, it was good enough for me. But I appreciated the effort to try and bring me balance. In that way, the gesture meant so much more.
Don’t get me wrong, Allison’s words did get me going. But her movements had the opposite effect. I was so entranced by what she was doing, her ecstatic reactions, I couldn’t concentrate on my own pleasure. It felt amazing, for sure. But it was way more fun to see Allison seek her peak than it was to work towards my own.
Allison’s pace increased. I could tell she was getting close. She dipped her hand into her pussy, starting to rub herself with abandon.
“Come on,” Allison said to herself, “Come on, Allison. Quit being such a bitch and… Fuck. Fuck you. Get there. Come on.”