"That I do," I said and rolled over on top of her, kissing her lips and inserting my tongue in her mouth. She responded as I put my leg between hers and massaged her cunt with my knee. She pushed back with her crotch and massaged my back with both hands. Then she grabbed my butt and pulled me close to her. My cock hardened against her belly.
She reached down and grabbed my cock, wrapping her hand around it and stroking slowly. I moved one hand to her crotch and began stroking everything I found there without pushing inside. She responded by moving her hips back and forth.
I rose, turned around, and positioned my legs at her head with my cock hanging down in her face. I lowered my head between her legs. I stroked her outer labia with my fingers and licked them with my tongue. I felt her inner labia swelling and emerging from inside. I pushed the outer lips aside and began stroking her inner lips. At the same time I pushed my tongue in against the hardened bead of her clit and licked it firmly but slowly. She continued stroking my cock and also licked at the tip.
As I became more aroused I pushed two fingers into her inviting, warm and wet vagina. I felt the rough patch of her G-spot and began stoking it lightly. Her hips rotated in synch with my stroking. I timed my licks of her clit to the same rhythm. I lowered my hips so my cock pushed against her lips. She opened them and admitted the tip. She rotated her tongue around the tip to the rhythm I was setting.
I pushed my fingers all the way to her cervix. It was nice and round with only a slight hint of a dimple to mark the entry to her uterus. I began stroking my fingers all the way in and out, paying special attention to her G-spot as they passed over it. She took in as much of my cock as would fit into her mouth and, as best as she was able with a mouth full of cock, began moaning in time with the rotation of her hips, the thrusts of my fingers and the tonguing of her clit. She increased the speed of her hip rotation and I responded by increasing the speed of my fingers and tongue. Her cock-muffled moans increased in loudness.
I decided to try to push her over the top and began stroking in and out very rapidly, inserting all four fingers and pushing hard against her G-spot as I passed over it. I pushed my hips down so my cock pushed hard into her mouth. I could tell that made her uncomfortable so I pulled it out and began stroking it in and out of her mouth, timing it with her moans which now became gasps as my cock was out of her mouth: out, "gasp," in, "moan," out, "gasp," in, "moan," ...
Her vagina began a slight quiver and her moan became a constant whine and turned into a gasp as my cock came out of her mouth. I pushed my tongue harder against her clit and stroked her vagina and G-spot as vigorously as possible. Sandy stopped rotating her hips and thrust them up in an orgasmic spasm. I continued my thrusting and licking as her vagina throbbed wildly and she tightened her muscles, arching her back and pushing her cunt against my mouth.
As her spasms turned to twitching I moved around and thrust my cock deep into her cunt in one sudden motion. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body close to mine. She put her mouth to mine and kissed, inserting her tongue deep into my throat. I began thrusting my cock in and out of her soft, warm, wet hole and she moved her hips in unison.
I lost myself in her kiss and the sensation of her vaginal walls sliding past my cock. I felt the tickle of the building orgasm in the tip of my cock, then a tingle as the tickle spread through my cock and into my balls. I kept thrusting harder and harder and she kissed harder too. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. Then she wrapped her legs around my butt and with her feet increased the force and depth of my thrusts into her cavity of pleasure.
The tingle in my cock and balls turned into an unbearable thrill and I felt the cum rising inside. I squeezed my crotch muscles to hold it back and prolong the pleasure. I was unsuccessful. I moaned in delight as the thrill filled my body and overwhelmed me. Cum squeezed through my attempts to hold it in and filled her cavity in ecstatic spasms. I allowed my whole body to jerk with each ejaculation and thrust into her hard each time. She helped by tightening the grip of her arms and legs every time a burst of cum spewed into her. Then she squealed in delight and grabbed me even tighter. Her vagina started pumping all the remaining cum from me and her hips jerked uncontrollably. The waves of pressure pushed my ecstasy to the point of pain. My cock, sensitized by my orgasm could barely stand the additional stimulation. I cried out in a scream of combined pain and pleasure.
Her involuntary jerking reduced to small twitches but she continued with a voluntary thrusting of her hips against me. With each thrust the intense combination of pain and pleasure radiated from the tip through my entire cock and I cried out. Was she oblivious to what this was doing to me? I looked at her face and saw the opposite was true. She was enjoying every second of it and getting some kind of perverse pleasure from my screams as she also prolonged her own ecstatic feelings. I couldn't hear her over my screams of intermixed pain and pleasure but I could see she was laughing every time I yelled out.
I kissed her in an attempt to stifle my screams and her laughs. She kept doing her hip thrusts and instead of screaming out, I felt like I was giving her mouth-to-mouth. Every time she thrust up I involuntarily exhaled, filling her lungs. Then she exhaled right back as she moved down. Later I realized that I could have just withdrawn my cock but the exquisite pleasure that accompanied the pain kept me from doing so. Thinking about it, I realized it wasn't so much pain as an unbearably extreme pleasure. How could I pass that up.
Eventually, her thrusting stopped and I moved my mouth from hers to say, "God! that was incredible. Do you do that to all the guys?"
"It
was
incredible," she agreed. "I've never done exactly that before, it just kind of happened. I couldn't resist and your screams made it all the more wonderful." She pulled my lips back to hers and we kissed and fondled each others bodies as my cock slowly relaxed inside her.
Shower
"I think it's time we get up," Sandy said pulling away so my limp cock popped out. "Do you want to shower?"
I thought for a moment. A shower with her would be fun but would I ever get out of the continual rounds of sex that seemed to be the rule here. Did I want to? "What time is it?" I asked.
She pointed to an alarm clock next to her bed. "9:30," she said, echoing the digital display.
I decided more sex was better than any other alternative, "sure, let's shower."
We went in the bathroom and she turned the shower on and adjusted it. We got in and I handed her the soap. "You first," I said.
She took the soap and scrubbed me thoroughly, not wasting any time excepting that she spent considerable time making sure my once again fully erect penis and my balls were clean. Then she soaped her breasts and abdomen and began moving up and down with her slippery body over my slippery cock. I moaned in the grip of pleasure and shot a small wad of semen. She kept sliding over my jerking cock as small amounts of semen oozed out.
"Oh," she said. "I guess I need to wash you again." And she did, in the same manner as before but then, instead of rubbing me with her body, she handed me the soap saying, "Your turn," with a smile and a lilting laugh. My body was still covered with soap.
I washed her slowly and gently. I spent extra time soaping her breasts, fondling and feeling them and her erect nipples. I also spent time working on her crotch. Rubbing her external lips over and over and then pushing a finger in between to scrub her clit and inner labia. I then pushed all the way up her vagina and rubbed in and out repeatedly as she arched her back and made sighs of pleasure. I finished by soaping her legs rapidly, rose and hugged her, rubbing my body against hers, feeling her breasts against my chest and pushing my cock between her thighs. She rubbed back and gave me a big kiss. She broke off the kiss and said we needed to rinse and dry.
After rinsing and getting out of the shower she dried me off and offered me a towel which I used to dry her. We went back into her bedroom and she put on a terry cloth bathrobe and a pair of slippers.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked.
"Safe and sound," she told me. "You're dressed perfectly. We seldom let guys wear anything here."
"Oh," was my only response. I was not the least surprised.
We went downstairs. It seemed most of the girls were up and about. Through sliding glass doors I saw several of them at the pool, a couple in bikinis, a couple topless and at least one nude. Darlene and one other girl were at a large table in a dining room. "Hello, stranger," Darlene said. "I had hoped to have you in my bed last night."
"I was really tired," I told her, "and slept with Sandy, and now she has pretty much drained me again."
"Oh, so now it
is
my turn," she said softly.
I decided not to mention that Tara was actually supposed to be next and just said, "I guess so." "I thought that was only for last night."
"Trying to get out of it?" she asked in a playful tone.
"No, just trying to understand the rules." I replied.
"Well, until you leave, I'm next." she said.
"I am happy to hear that," I said, not sure I could take another round of sex with anyone, even as great looking and as sexually skilled as these girls were.
"Have you had a good time?" Darlene asked.
"Absolutely," I replied with conviction. "All you girls are fabulous in both body and ability."
"Not by accident," she responded.
"Jennifer told me some of it," I told her. "Why is sexual ability and apparently sexual desire so important here."
"Well, I like sex myself and I think the only way to keep guys interested is to be attractive and to be good at it. I didn't want any girls in my house who would be jealous because I wanted some guy they brought in and I wanted a chance at all the guys I liked. I thought it only fair that the other girls have the same attitude. Otherwise we definitely wouldn't get along."
"I see," I said and changed the subject. "Do you know where my clothes are?"
"Of course, we have washed and dried and folded them neatly for you. You can have them when you leave. We prefer our men naked here."
"You
are