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Ever since meeting my wife in business school five years ago, there was no question that we both loved sex. We'd spend as much of a part of each day as we could, naked, and writhing together in passionate lovemaking.
The only point of contention we had was when it came down to oral sex. We both loved giving it, and, while I enjoyed receiving it, she wasn't as much of a fan. She tried to enjoy it, but never really seemed to get into it. She assured me that it had nothing to do with my skill, and I saw no reason for her to lie about it, including the fact that any woman I was with before her absolutely loved it. She was passionate about giving head, however, and spent many a night with my manhood locked between her lips. Beyond that, I hadn't really considered her to be “imaginative”. I had no idea how wrong I was.
One night, while coming home from the office, I noticed there were quite a few cars parked on the street – more than usual. I dismissed it, thinking that someone was having a birthday party, or something. I drove up the street in front of our house, and saw her looking out the curtains in the living room. She dropped the curtains, and was on the front porch in what seemed like a nanosecond. I parked in my spot in the driveway, and made my way to the porch. After the customary kiss hello, she stopped me from going in, saying “I have a surprise for you. You have to promise not to try spoiling it, though. I need you to put this blindfold on, and make sure you can't see out of it.”
She seemed really excited, so I saw no reason not to go along with it. I triple-wrapped the blindfold, and wrapped it around my eyes, tied it with a double knot, and put my glasses back on for comedic effect. My wife bopped me in the nose just to make sure I couldn't see. When she was satisfied that my vision was completely obscured, she led me into the living room. “Okay, honey,” she said, “take off the blindfold.”
I admit, my tie-job was better than expected, so it took me a second to remove. What I saw when the blindfold came off took my breath away. There were a dozen women, not including my wife, of various shapes, sizes, colors, and consistencies. They all had a few things in common, however: they were naked, lying on their backs, with their legs spread, and almost all of them were rubbing themselves.
“Baby,” my wife said, “I know how much you love eating pussy. I'm sorry I don't like it so much, but I hope this will make up for it. Do you want a drink?” She handed me a glass of iced tea; I thanked her, and drank thirstily.
“I don't know what to say, other than 'I don't know what to say'.” I really was stunned. This was a dream come true. A buffet feast of vagina, all for me. “Is there some place I should start in particular?”
“We drew numbers, just to make it fair. Me, first.” She gave me a kiss that nearly took the skin off my lips. After about two minutes, give or take a year, she turned me loose on the smorgasbord. I was to start with a brown-haired Latina lady who looked to be in her late thirties. “This is one of my cashiers at work,” said my wife, who manages a grocery store. “She heard me talking to you on the phone, and asked me a few questions, which got around to this. She was amazed that I don't enjoy having my pussy eaten, and said you could eat hers anytime. Well, here it is. It's probably against company policy, but she said she won't tell if I don't, provided you do a good job.”
“I'll do my best,” I said. With that, I knelt on the floor between her legs. Still being somewhat unsure of the rules, I avoided her torso, with her very ample breasts. Apparently sensing my hesitation, she took my left hand, and placed it on her right breast. I started my kissing where her leg connects to her pelvis. I massaged her breast, and slowly kissed my way up to it. I played with her nipples, sucking on one while twisting the other. Her moans made it evident that I was doing something right. I slid back down, and clamped my mouth around her pussy, which was very warm and wet by the time I got to it. Rosa, as I found her name to be later on, lifted her legs, and put them around my shoulders. I slid my tongue deep in her pussy, running it all along the walls. Her moans turned into yips of pleasure as I licked her. I moved up to her clit, and she started cumming. She used the leverage from her legs on my back to fuck my face. I went with it, letting her drag her pussy across my face. A few minutes later, she crumpled to the carpet, having been drained. It was time to move on to the next one.
In preparation, I took my shirt off, leaving my tank top on. I moved down between the legs of the next woman, who I recognized as one of the baristas from our favorite coffee shop. I had mentioned to my wife how cute I thought she was, but only in passing, and half-jokingly. Blonde, tall, tanned, early twenties surfer-girl type; I was happy to make waves with her. I started by licking and sucking her outer lips, then running my tongue between the outer and inner lips. Then, inside the inner lips up to her clit. I reached my hands up to play with her B-cup tits. Not huge, but not small, either, and her nipples were hard, and ready for me. I pinched and twisted them while I licked her pussy. She, too, came in a glorious explosion of energy. I could feel the sexual energy in the room increase tenfold. By this time, my seven-inch erection was in full swing. Lying on the floor was a bit uncomfortable, but careful positioning relieved the pressure.
My next victim was someone else I didn't recognize. She was a younger BBW, perhaps in her early twenties. Dark hair, blue eyes, light skin, soft-looking pussy, HUGE tits. I checked my pulse to make sure I hadn't died and gone to heaven, then dove in. She was just as soft as she looked. Instead of going in for the kill right away, I took a little extra time, and kissed around her pussy, trailing my tongue slowly along her folds. I slid my tongue into her honey hole, and was greeted with a shower of wetness.
Apparently, Hannah (as I found out she was called) squirted pretty readily, and I was going to take full advantage. I started sucking her clit while fingering her hole. Listening to her moans and squeals told me when she was cumming, and with each orgasm, a new river of hot girl cum flowed out of her. I lapped up as much as I could, but it wasn't enough. Her juice was running down my chin and onto my chest, soaking my tank top.
After another three minutes of this, I felt something poking into my side. I turned and looked, and saw it was a dark brown foot. “It's my turn,” a silky voice said to me. I hadn't had many opportunities with black women, and my wife must have known this. I French-kissed the pussy I was working on one last time, and turned my attention to her. Dark brown and pink, with just a fringe of knotty hair. I was sure I was going to enjoy this. Several strong licks from her perineum to her clit to start things off had her shaking already. I started sucking on her lips while rubbin' her nubbin with my thumb. She was definitely enjoying herself, as her hands reached down, and grabbed the back of my head. She moved me so that my mouth was on her clit, then pulled my head insistently. I knew exactly what she wanted. I obliged, and she had a screaming orgasm all over my face.
I moved to the next one on my list. It was Rosa! I turned around to look behind me, and saw Rosa, still lying on her back, tugging at her nipples. I looked back confused. The woman in front of me saw my expression and chuckled. “I'm Rosa's twin, Linda.” I rolled my eyes in my wife's direction, at the joke she decided to make at my expense, and went to work. Several minutes later, she was coming down from what she later described as six of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.
I was a little concerned about my next victim, a freckly-faced, green-eyed redhead. None of that was what concerned me, though. I excused myself briefly, and jogged over to where my wife was sitting, rubbing her tits happily. I gave them an extra rub, then looked back. “Is she 18?” I asked.
“Yes she is,” she said, then, whispering right next to my ear, “as of this morning. She's one of Julia's friends. Today's her birthday, and she asked for a 'grown-up gift'. I explained about this, and she was all about it.” Julia is my wife's parents' other daughter, who had just started at the same business school we graduated from. “Don't worry, I checked her ID.”
On that note, I retook my position between her legs. Sally, as I later found out her name was, had been with a few guys, but boys that age had no idea what they were doing, and most never went down on her. I made a mental note to ensure she had an experience she'd never forget. My wife also knew how much I loved redheads, being one herself, so she must have thought I would have an extra-nice time with Sally. I did. I used every trick I could think of, including one a little risqué: I lifted her legs up in the air, had her hold them, and, pulling her cheeks apart, stuck my tongue directly in her ass. She yelped, not expecting it, and there were a couple of laughs from around the room. She settled into the analingual invasion, and was moaning as if she was singing to the heavens. Two fingers in her awfully tight pussy sent her over the edge, yelling obscenities, profanity, and even some complete nonsense words. My job here was finished.
It went around like that for another hour or so, as there were still women left to please. At one point, I had my face in one woman, and my fingers thrust in the pussies of the ones next to me. I even remember saying, “Why don't you all grab the tits of the woman next to you?” I looked up, and every woman had her hands on the tits of the women on either side of her, pulling, pinching and tweaking their nipples. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore without my jaw falling off, I heard someone say, “Have you all been having a good time?” There were moans, cheers, and a couple of screams. “Why don't we thank him for a job well done? How's that sound? Is that okay?” The last question was directed at my wife, who motioned with her free hand that they had permission to carry on. Her other hand was buried in her pussy.
With that, I was pushed onto my back. I felt two individual mouths on my nipples. Someone straddled my head, and lowered a shaved pussy onto my face. I forgot about my sore jaw as I lapped hungrily. Just as I got into it, I felt my pants and boxers coming off. My tank top was ripped free, a casualty. My cock sprang free, still hard after over an hour. I then felt another mouth engulf my cock. I didn't know whose mouths were on me, but I didn't care. I reached out to where the mouths were coming from. I didn't want to ruin any surprises, so I did my best not to touch them until I got where I was aiming for, and slid two fingers into each of their pussies. The pussy on my face started cumming, and squirting. I did my best to direct the flow into my mouth, and keep it out of my nose. The mouths on my nipples kept up their attack, so I did the same to the pussies at the ends of my fingers. The mouth on my cock started sliding lower and lower, until it had all seven inches in the back of its throat.
Then, just when I thought things couldn't get more interesting, someone lifted my legs. Because of the weight shift, I could tell that the owner of the pussy I was munching on was holding them. My cock was pulled back through, and deepthroated again, as still another mouth started licking and sucking my balls. Hands and mouths were everywhere, and I was having the time of my life. The mouth on my balls slid its tongue down, then entered my ass. My wife had done that before, and I loved it. I felt hands on my balls, and presumed it was one of the two women with their mouths on me down there. I felt a mouth detach from my nipple, and another one take its place. The pussy I was eating had cum so many times it started to deflate. I was happy to see a bush of bright red hair come to light on my face. I got even more excited, as I knew who this was. She took over holding my legs, then started to ride my face. I stuck my tongue in her hole, and let her go for broke. She came a couple more times, then slid forward, so that her asshole was right over my tongue. I knew what she wanted. I slid my tongue as far up her pooper as it would go.
The mouth on my cock had been steadily deepthroating the whole time, and I couldn't take anymore, between the mouths on my nipples, the pussy on my face, the throat on my cock, the hands on my balls, and the tongue in my bum. I let fly, and, as I started cumming, I was deepthroated again. Whoever it is wanted my cum in her belly, and I wasn't going to discourage her. When I shot out the last of my cum (and probably some internal organs), I felt the mouth on my cock move away, only to be replaced with another one. And I...wasn't going soft. I wasn't sure why, because this had never happened before, but, who was I to spoil a good thing?
Sally got up off my face, and turned around, so she could watch the action. She settled her asshole back down on my mouth, and I shoved my tongue back up her tight butt. My legs were let down, and the mouth on my cock kept up its work. And, work it was. She couldn't get it all the way down her throat, but that was okay, because her tongue swirling around the head, and her lips tightly gripping the shaft was enough. Then she stopped. I considered protesting, but, before I could, the unmistakable feeling of warm wet pussy enveloped my cock. After five years of fucking every which way, I knew what my wife felt like, and this wasn't her. Whoever it was was not a novice, as on every up-stroke, she tightened her pussy muscles. Sally started bouncing up and down, matching the movements of the woman on my cock. The mouths on my nipples stopped, but I still had my hands in their pussies, so they weren't going anywhere. I heard Sally moan even louder, and knew they must be sucking on her freckly tits. All of a sudden, my tongue left her ass, she left my face, and the pussies left my hands. I still didn't want to ruin any surprises; the feeling of unknown women sucking and fucking you was unbelievable. I kept my head down, and, sure enough, another pussy replaced Sally's.
Speaking of Sally, I could hear her still moaning a few feet away, and I assumed that she was having fun with someone else. In fact, I could hear moaning and smacking and wet sounds all over the living room.
I knew who this pussy belonged to, because there was only one woman there whose pussy felt like that: Hannah. Just to confirm, I put my hands up, and was greeted by her tits. They seemed even bigger now that they were hanging, but it was no deterrent to Hannah bouncing on my face. My wife told me later that her boyfriend refused to eat her pussy, despite many many many requests. I couldn't begin to understand that mindset. Pussy is my all-time favorite food. I tongue-fucked her hot twat. As always, she was ready to squirt. There was too much, and I started coughing, never taking my tongue from her pussy. We then got into a wonderful rhythm. Lick, squirt, swallow, lick, squirt, swallow.
The pussy that was fucking me was now in an all-out frenzy. She was going to make me cum, or die trying. She had already had several of her own, so she had nothing to lose. I'm usually not one to argue, so I came. She wanted it deep in her pussy, as she sank so far down I thought it'd come out her eyes. After two big loads, I still hadn't softened, so someone else decided to take their turn on the bologna pony. This time, the pussy was quite tight. I fit, but barely, and when she sank down on it, I bottomed out. She started riding. I heard Hannah warn her that she'd be there a while, since I had already cum twice. The owner of the pussy was not put off by the warning, however. I felt her lean forward, and start to work her hips. Somehow, her pussy got even tighter. With her lips clenching my shaft, and her cervix hitting the head, that was all it took. She also seemed to want my cum in her pussy, so she took it. Some of it dripped back onto my cock, and there was a mouth waiting to slurp it up.
By this time, more of the women had broken off into pairs or small groups, and some were in and out of the bathroom, cleaning up and getting ready to leave. Hannah got up, turned around, and kissed me, thanking me for a good time. I yelled out, “Is there anyone else who wants a quick lick?” A few of the women who weren't quite done came back, positioning their asses above my face, and I happily stuck my tongue in their bums. They rubbed themselves to another few orgasms, and each stood up and rubbed my still-hard cock. Sally, to my surprise, saw I was still hard, and bounded across the room, almost literally jumping onto my cock. She rode it for a good ten minutes while I squeezed her polka-dotted tits. I let her know I was cumming again. She jumped off, turned around, and swallowed my cock in one smooth motion. I came down her speckled throat. She kissed me and gave me a dollop of my own cum, which I have tasted before, and whispered in my ear, “We have to do this again sometime.”
All our guests had left, finally. My cock was still hard, after an hour of standby, and about two hours of being sucked and fucked. I asked my wife if she had any idea. Not saying a word, she got up, walked to the bathroom, and came back with a box of Equate erectile enhancement pills. My mind flashed back to the glass of iced tea she oh-so-readily gave me. Off my look of shock, she said, “Don't worry. I already cleared it with your doctor. They say if your erection lasts longer than four hours, you're supposed to consult a physician. I say, if your erection lasts more than four hours, prepare for a long night.”
The only point of contention we had was when it came down to oral sex. We both loved giving it, and, while I enjoyed receiving it, she wasn't as much of a fan. She tried to enjoy it, but never really seemed to get into it. She assured me that it had nothing to do with my skill, and I saw no reason for her to lie about it, including the fact that any woman I was with before her absolutely loved it. She was passionate about giving head, however, and spent many a night with my manhood locked between her lips. Beyond that, I hadn't really considered her to be “imaginative”. I had no idea how wrong I was.
One night, while coming home from the office, I noticed there were quite a few cars parked on the street – more than usual. I dismissed it, thinking that someone was having a birthday party, or something. I drove up the street in front of our house, and saw her looking out the curtains in the living room. She dropped the curtains, and was on the front porch in what seemed like a nanosecond. I parked in my spot in the driveway, and made my way to the porch. After the customary kiss hello, she stopped me from going in, saying “I have a surprise for you. You have to promise not to try spoiling it, though. I need you to put this blindfold on, and make sure you can't see out of it.”
She seemed really excited, so I saw no reason not to go along with it. I triple-wrapped the blindfold, and wrapped it around my eyes, tied it with a double knot, and put my glasses back on for comedic effect. My wife bopped me in the nose just to make sure I couldn't see. When she was satisfied that my vision was completely obscured, she led me into the living room. “Okay, honey,” she said, “take off the blindfold.”
I admit, my tie-job was better than expected, so it took me a second to remove. What I saw when the blindfold came off took my breath away. There were a dozen women, not including my wife, of various shapes, sizes, colors, and consistencies. They all had a few things in common, however: they were naked, lying on their backs, with their legs spread, and almost all of them were rubbing themselves.
“Baby,” my wife said, “I know how much you love eating pussy. I'm sorry I don't like it so much, but I hope this will make up for it. Do you want a drink?” She handed me a glass of iced tea; I thanked her, and drank thirstily.
“I don't know what to say, other than 'I don't know what to say'.” I really was stunned. This was a dream come true. A buffet feast of vagina, all for me. “Is there some place I should start in particular?”
“We drew numbers, just to make it fair. Me, first.” She gave me a kiss that nearly took the skin off my lips. After about two minutes, give or take a year, she turned me loose on the smorgasbord. I was to start with a brown-haired Latina lady who looked to be in her late thirties. “This is one of my cashiers at work,” said my wife, who manages a grocery store. “She heard me talking to you on the phone, and asked me a few questions, which got around to this. She was amazed that I don't enjoy having my pussy eaten, and said you could eat hers anytime. Well, here it is. It's probably against company policy, but she said she won't tell if I don't, provided you do a good job.”
“I'll do my best,” I said. With that, I knelt on the floor between her legs. Still being somewhat unsure of the rules, I avoided her torso, with her very ample breasts. Apparently sensing my hesitation, she took my left hand, and placed it on her right breast. I started my kissing where her leg connects to her pelvis. I massaged her breast, and slowly kissed my way up to it. I played with her nipples, sucking on one while twisting the other. Her moans made it evident that I was doing something right. I slid back down, and clamped my mouth around her pussy, which was very warm and wet by the time I got to it. Rosa, as I found her name to be later on, lifted her legs, and put them around my shoulders. I slid my tongue deep in her pussy, running it all along the walls. Her moans turned into yips of pleasure as I licked her. I moved up to her clit, and she started cumming. She used the leverage from her legs on my back to fuck my face. I went with it, letting her drag her pussy across my face. A few minutes later, she crumpled to the carpet, having been drained. It was time to move on to the next one.
In preparation, I took my shirt off, leaving my tank top on. I moved down between the legs of the next woman, who I recognized as one of the baristas from our favorite coffee shop. I had mentioned to my wife how cute I thought she was, but only in passing, and half-jokingly. Blonde, tall, tanned, early twenties surfer-girl type; I was happy to make waves with her. I started by licking and sucking her outer lips, then running my tongue between the outer and inner lips. Then, inside the inner lips up to her clit. I reached my hands up to play with her B-cup tits. Not huge, but not small, either, and her nipples were hard, and ready for me. I pinched and twisted them while I licked her pussy. She, too, came in a glorious explosion of energy. I could feel the sexual energy in the room increase tenfold. By this time, my seven-inch erection was in full swing. Lying on the floor was a bit uncomfortable, but careful positioning relieved the pressure.
My next victim was someone else I didn't recognize. She was a younger BBW, perhaps in her early twenties. Dark hair, blue eyes, light skin, soft-looking pussy, HUGE tits. I checked my pulse to make sure I hadn't died and gone to heaven, then dove in. She was just as soft as she looked. Instead of going in for the kill right away, I took a little extra time, and kissed around her pussy, trailing my tongue slowly along her folds. I slid my tongue into her honey hole, and was greeted with a shower of wetness.
Apparently, Hannah (as I found out she was called) squirted pretty readily, and I was going to take full advantage. I started sucking her clit while fingering her hole. Listening to her moans and squeals told me when she was cumming, and with each orgasm, a new river of hot girl cum flowed out of her. I lapped up as much as I could, but it wasn't enough. Her juice was running down my chin and onto my chest, soaking my tank top.
After another three minutes of this, I felt something poking into my side. I turned and looked, and saw it was a dark brown foot. “It's my turn,” a silky voice said to me. I hadn't had many opportunities with black women, and my wife must have known this. I French-kissed the pussy I was working on one last time, and turned my attention to her. Dark brown and pink, with just a fringe of knotty hair. I was sure I was going to enjoy this. Several strong licks from her perineum to her clit to start things off had her shaking already. I started sucking on her lips while rubbin' her nubbin with my thumb. She was definitely enjoying herself, as her hands reached down, and grabbed the back of my head. She moved me so that my mouth was on her clit, then pulled my head insistently. I knew exactly what she wanted. I obliged, and she had a screaming orgasm all over my face.
I moved to the next one on my list. It was Rosa! I turned around to look behind me, and saw Rosa, still lying on her back, tugging at her nipples. I looked back confused. The woman in front of me saw my expression and chuckled. “I'm Rosa's twin, Linda.” I rolled my eyes in my wife's direction, at the joke she decided to make at my expense, and went to work. Several minutes later, she was coming down from what she later described as six of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.
I was a little concerned about my next victim, a freckly-faced, green-eyed redhead. None of that was what concerned me, though. I excused myself briefly, and jogged over to where my wife was sitting, rubbing her tits happily. I gave them an extra rub, then looked back. “Is she 18?” I asked.
“Yes she is,” she said, then, whispering right next to my ear, “as of this morning. She's one of Julia's friends. Today's her birthday, and she asked for a 'grown-up gift'. I explained about this, and she was all about it.” Julia is my wife's parents' other daughter, who had just started at the same business school we graduated from. “Don't worry, I checked her ID.”
On that note, I retook my position between her legs. Sally, as I later found out her name was, had been with a few guys, but boys that age had no idea what they were doing, and most never went down on her. I made a mental note to ensure she had an experience she'd never forget. My wife also knew how much I loved redheads, being one herself, so she must have thought I would have an extra-nice time with Sally. I did. I used every trick I could think of, including one a little risqué: I lifted her legs up in the air, had her hold them, and, pulling her cheeks apart, stuck my tongue directly in her ass. She yelped, not expecting it, and there were a couple of laughs from around the room. She settled into the analingual invasion, and was moaning as if she was singing to the heavens. Two fingers in her awfully tight pussy sent her over the edge, yelling obscenities, profanity, and even some complete nonsense words. My job here was finished.
It went around like that for another hour or so, as there were still women left to please. At one point, I had my face in one woman, and my fingers thrust in the pussies of the ones next to me. I even remember saying, “Why don't you all grab the tits of the woman next to you?” I looked up, and every woman had her hands on the tits of the women on either side of her, pulling, pinching and tweaking their nipples. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore without my jaw falling off, I heard someone say, “Have you all been having a good time?” There were moans, cheers, and a couple of screams. “Why don't we thank him for a job well done? How's that sound? Is that okay?” The last question was directed at my wife, who motioned with her free hand that they had permission to carry on. Her other hand was buried in her pussy.
With that, I was pushed onto my back. I felt two individual mouths on my nipples. Someone straddled my head, and lowered a shaved pussy onto my face. I forgot about my sore jaw as I lapped hungrily. Just as I got into it, I felt my pants and boxers coming off. My tank top was ripped free, a casualty. My cock sprang free, still hard after over an hour. I then felt another mouth engulf my cock. I didn't know whose mouths were on me, but I didn't care. I reached out to where the mouths were coming from. I didn't want to ruin any surprises, so I did my best not to touch them until I got where I was aiming for, and slid two fingers into each of their pussies. The pussy on my face started cumming, and squirting. I did my best to direct the flow into my mouth, and keep it out of my nose. The mouths on my nipples kept up their attack, so I did the same to the pussies at the ends of my fingers. The mouth on my cock started sliding lower and lower, until it had all seven inches in the back of its throat.
Then, just when I thought things couldn't get more interesting, someone lifted my legs. Because of the weight shift, I could tell that the owner of the pussy I was munching on was holding them. My cock was pulled back through, and deepthroated again, as still another mouth started licking and sucking my balls. Hands and mouths were everywhere, and I was having the time of my life. The mouth on my balls slid its tongue down, then entered my ass. My wife had done that before, and I loved it. I felt hands on my balls, and presumed it was one of the two women with their mouths on me down there. I felt a mouth detach from my nipple, and another one take its place. The pussy I was eating had cum so many times it started to deflate. I was happy to see a bush of bright red hair come to light on my face. I got even more excited, as I knew who this was. She took over holding my legs, then started to ride my face. I stuck my tongue in her hole, and let her go for broke. She came a couple more times, then slid forward, so that her asshole was right over my tongue. I knew what she wanted. I slid my tongue as far up her pooper as it would go.
The mouth on my cock had been steadily deepthroating the whole time, and I couldn't take anymore, between the mouths on my nipples, the pussy on my face, the throat on my cock, the hands on my balls, and the tongue in my bum. I let fly, and, as I started cumming, I was deepthroated again. Whoever it is wanted my cum in her belly, and I wasn't going to discourage her. When I shot out the last of my cum (and probably some internal organs), I felt the mouth on my cock move away, only to be replaced with another one. And I...wasn't going soft. I wasn't sure why, because this had never happened before, but, who was I to spoil a good thing?
Sally got up off my face, and turned around, so she could watch the action. She settled her asshole back down on my mouth, and I shoved my tongue back up her tight butt. My legs were let down, and the mouth on my cock kept up its work. And, work it was. She couldn't get it all the way down her throat, but that was okay, because her tongue swirling around the head, and her lips tightly gripping the shaft was enough. Then she stopped. I considered protesting, but, before I could, the unmistakable feeling of warm wet pussy enveloped my cock. After five years of fucking every which way, I knew what my wife felt like, and this wasn't her. Whoever it was was not a novice, as on every up-stroke, she tightened her pussy muscles. Sally started bouncing up and down, matching the movements of the woman on my cock. The mouths on my nipples stopped, but I still had my hands in their pussies, so they weren't going anywhere. I heard Sally moan even louder, and knew they must be sucking on her freckly tits. All of a sudden, my tongue left her ass, she left my face, and the pussies left my hands. I still didn't want to ruin any surprises; the feeling of unknown women sucking and fucking you was unbelievable. I kept my head down, and, sure enough, another pussy replaced Sally's.
Speaking of Sally, I could hear her still moaning a few feet away, and I assumed that she was having fun with someone else. In fact, I could hear moaning and smacking and wet sounds all over the living room.
I knew who this pussy belonged to, because there was only one woman there whose pussy felt like that: Hannah. Just to confirm, I put my hands up, and was greeted by her tits. They seemed even bigger now that they were hanging, but it was no deterrent to Hannah bouncing on my face. My wife told me later that her boyfriend refused to eat her pussy, despite many many many requests. I couldn't begin to understand that mindset. Pussy is my all-time favorite food. I tongue-fucked her hot twat. As always, she was ready to squirt. There was too much, and I started coughing, never taking my tongue from her pussy. We then got into a wonderful rhythm. Lick, squirt, swallow, lick, squirt, swallow.
The pussy that was fucking me was now in an all-out frenzy. She was going to make me cum, or die trying. She had already had several of her own, so she had nothing to lose. I'm usually not one to argue, so I came. She wanted it deep in her pussy, as she sank so far down I thought it'd come out her eyes. After two big loads, I still hadn't softened, so someone else decided to take their turn on the bologna pony. This time, the pussy was quite tight. I fit, but barely, and when she sank down on it, I bottomed out. She started riding. I heard Hannah warn her that she'd be there a while, since I had already cum twice. The owner of the pussy was not put off by the warning, however. I felt her lean forward, and start to work her hips. Somehow, her pussy got even tighter. With her lips clenching my shaft, and her cervix hitting the head, that was all it took. She also seemed to want my cum in her pussy, so she took it. Some of it dripped back onto my cock, and there was a mouth waiting to slurp it up.
By this time, more of the women had broken off into pairs or small groups, and some were in and out of the bathroom, cleaning up and getting ready to leave. Hannah got up, turned around, and kissed me, thanking me for a good time. I yelled out, “Is there anyone else who wants a quick lick?” A few of the women who weren't quite done came back, positioning their asses above my face, and I happily stuck my tongue in their bums. They rubbed themselves to another few orgasms, and each stood up and rubbed my still-hard cock. Sally, to my surprise, saw I was still hard, and bounded across the room, almost literally jumping onto my cock. She rode it for a good ten minutes while I squeezed her polka-dotted tits. I let her know I was cumming again. She jumped off, turned around, and swallowed my cock in one smooth motion. I came down her speckled throat. She kissed me and gave me a dollop of my own cum, which I have tasted before, and whispered in my ear, “We have to do this again sometime.”
All our guests had left, finally. My cock was still hard, after an hour of standby, and about two hours of being sucked and fucked. I asked my wife if she had any idea. Not saying a word, she got up, walked to the bathroom, and came back with a box of Equate erectile enhancement pills. My mind flashed back to the glass of iced tea she oh-so-readily gave me. Off my look of shock, she said, “Don't worry. I already cleared it with your doctor. They say if your erection lasts longer than four hours, you're supposed to consult a physician. I say, if your erection lasts more than four hours, prepare for a long night.”
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