“Yeah Allison!” Cassie said. She was standing in front of both of us, the look on her face one of greedy enchantment. She bounced up and down, her lovely large tits jiggling with her. I could almost see the pom-poms in her hand. “Take that thick cock! Fuck him good.”
Allison didn’t seem to notice the encouragement. Instead, it seemed she was lost in the fantasy that she’d created.
“I’m your wife’s best friend,” Allison said, a bit of a whine to her voice. “You’re not supposed to know what I. hhhhrrrrrrr. What I look like naked. What my pussy fuh-feels like. What it looks like when I… ohh God. I’m gonna. Oh fuck I got there I’m gonna. OH! I’m gonna…!”
I felt my body try to join her in ecstasy. My cock throbbed. Cassie raced around the side, shot her hand down and squeezed my cock hard. Every urge I had was stuffed back. Like a thump to the groin. And not exactly in a painful way.
“Not yet,” Cassie whispered in my ear.
But the blonde’s touch had an unintended effect: her hand brushed Allison’s pussy as she grabbed me. And whatever little obstacles to pleasure were left for the athletic blonde, she immediately exploded past them.
Allison’s body went stiff. Her back straightened. Head thrown back. She held there, frozen in place. A strangled aa-aa-aa-aa-aahhhhhhhhh escaped her lips. It rose into an ecstatic scream. “AHHH! Fuck! Fucking… YES!”
Allison took in a ragged, desperate breath. Sucking in oxygen as if she’d been underwater for hours. She bent over at the waist, like a suitcase snapping shut. Her mouth, her eyes, all cinched close. Her face was practically purple. Another stuttered, strained sound escaped her lips.
I had yet another of those ‘do we need to call the hospital?’ moments. Allison’s orgasm was squeezing down on her like a car crusher. The ecstasy so intense it really did look like pain.
Finally, Allison went limp. She tumbled forwards onto the floor. Her breaths came in fast, hard gulps. Almost like sobs.
“Fuh-fuh-f… ohfuck,” Allison said. Her face slowly cooled back to its normal pinkish. Her eyes stayed red like she’d been crying. “Fuck me. You fuckin… Came so hard. Dammit that was a lot.”
“That was fantastic!” Cassie said. She whooped.
“OK,” Allison said, panting on the ground, “Cassie it’s your go.”
The beautiful blonde gave me an evaluating eye. My dick was pulsing in front of me. I know I looked like a sweaty, needy mess. I knew Cassie was going to want this to be special. I steeled myself, ready to do whatever it took to give her one last great time.
“Actually, I think I’m good,” Cassie said.
I startled. She gave me a pretty smile, then nodded.
“Are you sure?” Allison asked, “You’ve earned this.”
“Yeah, I’m OK,” Cassie said, “I think we’ve tortured Paul enough. It’s fine.”
Again, I tried to search Cassie’s thoughts. But all I got was a 404 page and a read/write error. Whatever she’d decided, I wasn’t going to understand it. I’d probably never comprehend it.
For a moment, I worried I’d done something wrong. But Cassie didn’t look upset or disappointed. Instead, she seemed kind of wistful. If that makes any sense.
Cassie took a deep breath. She painted her enthusiastic grin back on.
“Here, Paul,” Cassie said, “Lie down and let’s get you that super-huge orgasm I promised you.”
I lay down on my back. Cassie and Allison crawled over me. They started by kissing my cheeks. Taking turns on my lips. Impossibly, that strange emotional pause with Cassie had caused me to flag a bit. The two blondes slowly working their way down my body solved that problem.
I was sticking up like the Eiffel Tower by the time Cassie and Allison were at my dick. Appropriately, then, they both started frenching my cock once again.
“Remember, we have to make him shoot it out,” Cassie said, “We want to see it all.”
“I kinda wish I could take it inside me,” Allison said, strangely pouty.
“Where would you put it?” Cassie asked, flirtily, “Your hot, sexy mouth? Your sweet little pussy?”
“Anywhere,” Allison said, “All of the above. I bet it would feel fantastic.”
“I know,” Cassie said, and I could tell she was picturing it, too, “But half the fun is seeing how much comes out. And where it goes.”
“I know,” Allison sighed
The two women went back to working me over. Taking turns stroking and sucking. The build-up was almost painful, and I wasn’t reaching the end. It’s like when you’re about to sneeze but it mysteriously slips away. Strangely, strongly frustrating.
I focused on how hot both women looked. The eager enthusiasm of Cassie pumping my cock. The determination of Allison swallowing me whole. I’d fucked both of them, these married women. Conquered them, really. And this was my earned reward.
“Come on, Paul, cum for us,” Cassie said.
“You can do it, Paul,” Allison said, “Get there.”
“Cover me in your seed,” Cassie said.
“I need it so bad,” Allison said.
“You are such a stud.” I heard the voice in my ear. I turned to look at the source.
Emily, my wife. She was naked, bent over and kneeling next to me. Her brown hair was sticking out everywhere. Her wonderfully naked body was covered in red marks, bruises, and swaths of crusty cum. The most curiously hungry, horny smirk danced across her innocent face. I’d never seen anything it like it.
I know it sounds nuts, but in everything that was going on, I’d kind of forgotten about my wife. The fact that Emily was even in the room had left my conscious thought. Emily’s sudden return, therefore, was quite the shock.
“My husband is a fucking fuck-god,” Emily said, almost to herself.
If you say so,” I said, coldly. I was still reeling from Emily’s earlier revelations. If I was such a hunk, why did my wife keep acting this way?
“Seriously, look at you,” Emily said. I couldn’t tell if she’d missed my contempt or was ignoring it. “That’s Allison and Cassie. Two blonde babes most guys would kill to get more than a minute with. And they’re working your dick like it’s fucking magic. Like you’ve got the best cock in the world.”
I looked up at my wife, questioning. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at me, shyly.
“Cum on them, Paul,” she said, “Do it. Mark them. Make them yours.”
The girls must have heard her because they joined in.
“Yes Paul, do it,” Allison said.
“Cum on me,” Cassie said, “Cover me.”
Emily leaned forward. Upside down, she kissed me. It was a weird sensation, her tongue and teeth all in the wrong place. But it was magic.
Abruptly, the last few hours of glorious torture overcame me. My dick didn’t just tingle. There was no spark. An absolutely ecstatic burst of orgasmic energy built up at my balls, rocketed up my shaft, and exploded outwards.
“Oh GOD!” I shouted out.
It felt like a quart. It looked like a gallon. So big and full that it actually hurt to push it out. Burning, aching, glorious bliss.
My cum arced out of my dick, leapt over the two blonde women, and spattered halfway across the room on the carpet.
“Holy fuck,” Allison gasped out.
I wanted to watch, to see what I was doing. But the pleasure grabbed hold of me so hard, it shattered my sight. A roar filled my ears. My mind blanked. All I could focus on was each detonation of pleasure. Racing out of my dick. Bolting down my legs, my arms, my spine.
I’d never cum like this. Either I’d never, truly, had an orgasm before, or this was a completely different biological function entirely. My ecstasy felt endless. Immortal.
When I opened my eyes, my dick was still twitching. Leaking huge gobbets of cum down my leg. Allison and Cassie were both knelt in front of me, their faces locked in shock.
The two of them were absolutely covered. They looked like they’d been slathered by the sperm hose. Their faces were spattered in lakes of white. Eyes, mouths, and hair. Their necks and breasts were equally glazed. Had semen dumped down on them from the ceiling, as well?
Cassie, her one eye shut with spooge, scraped some off her cheek and started laughing. Allison, tentatively tasted at the cum on her chin.
“Wow,” she said, “That was…”
“Awesome!” Cassie cried out, “Was I right? It was totally worth it, right?”
“It was quite good,” I said. I smiled her way. “Amazing.”
“Damn straight!” Cassie cheered.
Emily was hanging over me. She gave me a little lascivious wink. It was over. We were finished.
We’d finally all reached our limit. It truly felt like we’d all accomplished something together. Wonderful and odd and unrepeatable. All the more fantastic for all that it had been.
“Fucking Fuck God,” my wife repeated. She leaned down and kissed me again.
But as our lips touched, I felt her stiffen. Freeze.
Emily’s jaw fell open. Her eyes went wide.