Sweat dripped off my face, onto Amelié's. Her eyes shot open wide in surprise, but then a fire sparked in her pupils and she stared up at me in lust. I took one hand off the headboard, placed it on the pillow next to her head, and bore down. My abs were burning, but I continued to thrust my cock into her throat. I had been on the verge of cumming for the last five minutes, but it was difficult to coax out ANOTHER load.
We had managed to get almost six hours of sleep between the last orgasm last night (Amelié's) and the first orgasm this morning (Julia's). I was working on my third of the morning, soon to be afternoon, by fucking our house guest's face into the pillow of the bed we had been sharing these final couple nights of her visit. Meanwhile, my wife was enthusiastically eating her shaved pussy, the only pussy she'd ever eaten, in an attempt to make her cum one last time before she had to leave.
Amelié tapped my thigh twice, so I pulled my throbbing cock out of her mouth. "My throat needs a break, and my pussy needs something thicker than Julia's fingers. Think you two could swap?"
I nodded wearily and moved aside. Julia was so intent on her task that she had missed her BFF's request. I tapped her on the shoulder, so she looked up at me while continuing to work her tongue between Amelié's lips. I gestured toward Amelié's vacant face. Julia nodded, kissed her friend's clit cutely, and crawled up her friend's body. For a moment I was without a place to go as my wife's body laid fully on top of our new fuck buddy's. Julia smiled and eagerly licked up all the saliva that had run down Amelié's cheeks. When Amelié's face was sufficiently refreshed and ready for a new occupant, Julia winked at me and sat upright on Amelié's mouth, her hands taking similar positions on the headboard to where mine had been.
With Amelié's lower half now accessible, I shuffled my way between her legs. After all that had happened in the last two weeks, I instinctively knew the exact angle to enter her and I soon had her legs over my shoulders. I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy mechanically while she orally pleasured my wife. By this point in our mini-orgy, we had given up on simultaneous orgasms and were just giving and taking them as we could. The change in sensation from Amelié's mouth to her pussy was exactly what I needed, and it wasn't long before I was depositing my final load inside her. Exhausted, I left my cock buried inside her, plugging her pussy while I caught my breath and shuddered.
A few minutes later, just as my penis was finally wilting, Julia let out an agonized moan as she came on Amelié's face. She then turned toward me and crawled on shaky arms down the bed. She nudged me aside with her shoulder, so I withdrew my drained but triumphant cock, and laid on my side, next to Amelié. Julia plunged her tongue once more into her friend's folds, rooted around, and scooped out as much of my spending as she could find. Holding it in her mouth, she crawled back up Amelié's body and dribbled the cum into Amelié's open mouth, letting it cascade through almost a foot of open air. Amelié swallowed the cum greedily. Julia then lowered her head to make out with Amelié for a moment, before passing out on top of her friend, their beautiful tits smooshed together.
My cock flexed futilely at the sight, and I fell back asleep seconds later.
***
Awake, late lunch, tearful goodbyes, frantic packing, a perfunctory shower for the one of us actually going out in public, piling into the car, and we were on our way to the airport.
"We're really gonna miss you," I said genuinely, glancing in the rearview mirror at Amelié. Admittedly, I looked at her cleavage, rather than her eyes.
It felt a little strange being properly dressed for the first time in a week. Well, Amelié was properly dressed: she wore a short sundress that showed off her toned legs, no bra for her comfort on the flight, and a small sunhat for fashion. She looked so posh, and it struck me again how much she looked like Emma Watson. She was casually sucking on a lollipop.
I was not dressed quite so properly. I was wearing a shirt from a band we liked, but my shorts and boxers were around my ankles.
Julia had quickly thrown on a short skirt and a loose top with no bra. She was arguably actually dressed a little less properly than she had been in the last week, given that she was the only one who had been going into the office. She had her wavy shoulder-length brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. I couldn't see her face at the moment, but I always said she looked a bit like Alexis Bledel. She was casually sucking on my cock.
Amazing what a good nap can do for your stamina.
