Susan continued to work on me, and she used her hands as well. She was coming at me from my left side. I reached over and started toying with her nipples, taking one and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. She moved her bottom perceptibly closer, and I responded by reaching over and running my hand lightly over her smooth cunt. I pulled the lips apart, and lightly rubbed her clit. She seemed to like that quite well, and she let my cock slide out of her mouth as she looked up in enjoyment of what my fingers were doing.
Just then, Cindy reached over from the other side and kissed me full on the lips. Then she moved up slightly and let her boobs hang over my face. I sucked on one, then the other. She looked at Carol and said, "He loves it when I hang over him like this." Then Cindy moved back, and Carol took her place. First one, then the other of her beautiful breasts were offered for my enjoyment. Susan, meanwhile, had found her stride and was seeming to enjoy both what she was doing with her mouth and what my fingers were doing to her.
About this time, I could feel a second mouth joining Susan's. She and Cindy started to take turns sucking on me. Then they started kissing each other with my cock in between. Carol moved higher, so I was kissing her stomach, then her belly button, and finally, her pussy came into view. With one knee on each side of my head, she settled into place. I started to slowly lick her slit from top to bottom, then back up again. I lightly teased her clit, then moved back down her slit. Back and forth several times, until finally she roughly held my face and pushed her clit toward my tongue. "Cut it out," she hissed. "Suck it." Suck it and lick it I did, as best I could. She looked back at Cindy and said, "He does lick pussy pretty well." "Mmm hmmm" was all I heard, and felt, from her.
Almost on cue, Cindy and Susan let go of my dick, and they moved toward each other. Susan started kissing Cindy's breasts, and Cindy ran her hand over Susan's smooth mound. At the same time, Carol was starting to get going. She looked at Cindy and asked "Do you mind?" All we could hear from Cindy was an indistinct murmur. Carol then lifted herself off my face, and moved down, over my cock, and sat down, till she was impaled on me. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feelings for a moment, then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
The feelings that ran through me when she had taken my dick in her throat was one thing, but when she kissed me, electricity seemed to flow straight to my core. Her lips were light on mine, but insistent. Her tongue followed, and it seemed like my whole being was centered on the sensations coming through my mouth. Her breath was sweet, and she smelled good, musky, feminine, so good. There was a slight taste of coffee, and of me, and of Susan, all mixed together. Then she pulled back slightly, and lowered her breasts over my mouth. I reached up with both hands and started kneading and kissing them, teasing the nipples, playing around the edges.
These were the breasts that every boy dreams of, programmed by Playboy and Penthouse, but often disappointed by reality. Here they were, almost perfect breasts, in my mouth, in my face, in my hands.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she lifted her hips until I was almost out of her. Almost as slowly, she came back down. Again, and yet again, almost excruciatingly slowly. With each up-stroke, almost like a game, she tried to see how close we could get to us losing contact. The last time it was almost as if there was nothing holding us together but the lightest touch of her outer lips, or just the moisture between us. At the wrong moment, my dick gave a slight jerk, and I was out of her.
"Damn," she whispered. She reached down to try and join us again, but Susan's hand was there first, holding me up so she could lower herself on me again. This time, however, we were through with slow and lingering, and into hard and insistent. As her tempo increased, her eyes became less and less focused, and the sounds went from whispers to moans to short cries and whimpers.
"I think she's getting close," Susan said. "Can we help?"
"Yes, and hurry," Carol replied, slowing somewhat. Susan straddled my legs, coming up behind Carol, running her hands up and down her ribs, cupping her breasts, teasing her pussy, kissing her neck. Carol looked over at Cindy and made an inviting move with her head. Cindy swung one leg over me, straddling my chest, face to face with Carol. As Carol continued her rhythm with me, Cindy started kissing her neck and breasts, and then slowly moved down her tummy toward where we were joined. As she moved down, she moved her bottom back towards my face, until she was positioned right over my mouth. I took the hint and started working on her with my tougue, sometimes teasing, sometimes attacking.
I could feel her breath on my cock as Carol lifted off of me, and then I could feel her fingers. Then from behind, Susan's fingers started playing around the edges too.
All this stimulation was too much for Carol, and like an explosion she came, gasping and crying out. I could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching, and could feel her grab Cindy's head to hold her still, as she went into that too-pleasurable overload.
Slowly, her breathing settled down, and gently she separated us and almost fell to her side on the bed.
Cindy said, "I'm getting close too." She sat up and moved off of my face and soon I was inside of her, her back to me. Meanwhile, Susan was still atride my legs, and she and Cindy pressed together as Cindy slid up and down on me. Susan had both of her hands on the sides of Cindy's ass, and she was moving together with Cindy as one. I could tell from her rhythm and sounds that Cindy wouldn't last long, and I helped her along with a finger at the entrance to her ass. When Cindy felt my finger there, she settled back on it, and soon it was in up to the knuckle.
It seemed like fewer than ten strokes, and Cindy was over the edge again, her moans muffled by Susan's mouth on hers. As her orgasm subsided, she looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled a contented smile. Then she too disentangled from me and fell onto the bed, on the other side from Carol. Thinking she may have fallen asleep, I looked over at Carol. But her eyes were open, a contented look on her face.
Before any of us knew what was happening, Susan moved her smooth pussy over my dick and I was soon buried inside of her. "Susan!" Carol said in surprise.
"Well, I figured you guys were going to make me do this anyway," she replied.
"When was the last time you did it with a boy?" Cindy asked.
"Probably back in 1980 or so," she replied.
"Twenty years? Yikes," I said. "I think that makes you officially a virgin again, doesn't it?"
"Well, if you want to count this as deflowering another virgin," Cindy said to me, "feel free."
"I will," I said smugly.
Susan's motions were a bit awkward, but effective nonetheless. She laid down on top of me and we kissed, tentatively at first, then with more and more insistence. Slowly, I rolled her over toward Carol, until I was on top. Then I began a deliberate stroking, playing my own game of almost out, back in again.
After a few minutes of this traditional missionary, I started to rearrange her. I lifted her left leg up, almost over my head, then crossed it back over to the other side. Sitting up, I then started pumping in earnest.
"This is where I came in," said Carol, noting that I had Susan back in the same position I had had Cindy when they first barged in. Susan's torso was turned toward Carol now, and Cindy had free access to Susan's butt. Both started taking advantage of the situation, and attacked Susan with vigor. All the while, I was keeping up a steady stroking rhythm.
I could feel Cindy's fingers working their way around Susan's ass, and soon she was inside. Carol had worked her way down from Susan's breasts, and was starting to lick Susan's clit.
It was clear that Carol knew just how to make Susan respond. I could feel Susan start to squirm, and hear her moan, then Carol would slow down and Susan would back away from the edge. Carol sped up, and Susan responded; Carol slowed, and Susan's responses followed her lead.
Carol reached up a hand and put it on my bottom, holding me in place. I stopped my strokes. She then went to work in earnest on Susan, this time bringing her much closer than she had before. Just as Susan was about to explode, Carol stopped, and then pushed me forward with her hand. I took the cue and started pumping Susan hard and fast.
As Carol had wanted, Susan fell over the edge in response to my strokes, and to Cindy's fingers buried in her butt. Susan let go completely, and had the longest, loudest and most uninhibited orgasm of the morning.
She came down slowly, and my intensity slowed, until I was back to a slow, almost forgetful stroking.
"We've all had our little organisms but you," Carol said to me.
