Chapter 5

More pussy -- a shocking pink split in a dark chocolate expanse with a scratchy black pad of pubic fur. Kenya straddled my head and I watched her ass descend -- her lips were already puffy and swollen and I figured her fingers smelled like pussy. I went to work; I could tell without seeing it when they locked lips by the sounds they were making. Irene couldn’t go slow, apparently -- she got faster and faster and the “MMMMPH!” noises got louder and more urgent until they were muffled squeals and she couldn’t hold the lip- lock any more, “AAAAWWWWW!!! JEEEZUS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!” I think they were bracing their heads on each other’s shoulders at that point; I could hear

Kenya going “Uh! Uh! Uh!” in time to my tongue swipes, so I sucked her clit in and started giving it the old one-two with my tongue and she went

“OMIGAAAWD!” and her thighs shook -- but she held herself tight against my face, not missing a stroke! Somebody was sniffling, and someone, off on the sidelines, was playing with herself -- I could hear her soft moans and the squishy sound of fingers buzzing on wet flesh. I recognized Lily’s voice when someone said, “God, I need a suck!” and I heard knees thud on the floor; I was making a lot of noise sucking Kenya’s clit, but I had competition somewhere, after that -- Michelle, most likely, I figured.

Meanwhile, Irene, who had never stopped riding, started spinning up to a serious stroke again. Probably watching her and Kenya try to pretend that they were getting off on each other would have been fun, but I had limited horizons -- all pink and chocolate brown. I had free hands, as it happened, so I reached up and found titties, crawled my fingers along them to the nipples and latched on. I started cranking and Kenya wailed, “Oh, no! Not my titties! Oh Irene! Oh! OH! OH, FUUUUCK!!” Her ass danced all over my face before she fell over and rolled off to the side.

Irene started jack hammering me; her face was wild, now that I could see it. She couldn’t seem to come up with anything to do with her hands, so I reached up and interlaced our fingers; she took that grip as her new fulcrum and her ass shimmied as she pounded it into my upper thighs while her cunt crashed into my pubic bone and my cock bored out her pussy. She was someplace else completely, you could tell; her eyes didn’t focus and her mouth was open to gasp and she couldn’t seem to find a noise good enough to attach to what she was doing. Finally, she wailed like a banshee and went absolutely nuts -- then just froze, rigid -- but I could feel her pussy clutching me and I could see her belly clench and her whole ass seemed to be changing size and shape as her thighs squeezed and let up. When that had gone on for a few seconds, she slowly toppled forward and her eyes rolled up.

“Now!” Betty yelped. “Show her the flip side!” Irene cooperated by going flat and lax and I clutched her to me and rolled us as a system so that

I was on top, then took her slack thighs and carried them on my forearms -- and waited.

Irene took forty seconds or so to get her shit together and realize that things had changed, at which point I put myself in gear. Betty deliberately added to things by crowing, “Yeah! Fuck the dog shit out of her!” The look on Irene’s face more or less said it all; she’d been on the bottom end of her lesbian relationship, and I had just ripped control from her here -- she didn’t even try to fight it.

I wasn’t trying to cum -- I was trying to force her to. She liked it hard and fast, so I went into trip-hammer mode and long-stroked her with a deliberate hip snap that pounded us together. “Push that twat up at me -- you know you want to!” I grunted, almost adding “Bitch” -- but that might have been too much; besides, it wasn’t really me. Irene’s response was to take charge of her knees -- which ended her last brake on things, as straightening her legs against my upper arms would have afforded her some control. She started rocking her pelvis up to take me straight in on the down-stroke and releasing so the up-stroke dragged my shaft along the underside of her clitoral hood, so I slowed down just enough that it worked really well and watched her start to boil.

Kenya was crawling around trying to figure out what she was supposed to be doing -- and I was in Alpha Male mode -- so I told her, “Get up next to

Irene and assume the position -- and when Irene lights off, maybe I’ll poke

YOU for a while!” Kenya got big-eyed, then whipped around and flopped on her back beside Irene and grabbed her knees. Irene watched it all with glazed eyes; Leticia was shit out of luck, it looked like... “Shove two fingers in your cunt -- I want to hear wet sloppy sounds!” I directed, panting, and Kenya did just that -- and in no time, the sounds were in the offing.

Pretty soon, Irene was throwing her head from side to side, grunting,

“Shit! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! God! Fuck!” She added this shimmy to things that seemed to add to her pleasure, so I maintained a steady stroke and let her find the best way to receive it -- then watched her come apart, “Shit! Fuck!

Jeezus! Omigawd! Fuck! Oh! Fuck me! SHIT! FUCK ME!! OMIGAAAAAWWWDDD!!!”

She threw her head back and every tendon in her neck showed and her eyes rolled up in her head -- it was spectacular, let me tell you! She lost her grip on her knees, but the moment she dropped them and her feet hit the pad, she was thrusting her cunt up at me like a mad thing, lifting me into the air at the bottom of my stroke! I just hung on and let her carry me wherever until she collapsed, then I carefully backed off -- and plugged my cock into

Kenya!

Kenya’s eyes popped and she heaved a big gasp; I had no problem finding the hole and had three or four inches in her before she had a solid grip on what was going on. She was seriously lit from the live sex show going on in front of her and her first utterance was “Oh! My! GOD!” after which she grabbed my ass and tried to stuff ALL of me in her twat! Not much more intelligible came from her but she was doing all of the work -- from the bottom! I think it’s the first time I ever heard an ululation; she went

“UUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuhh,” then she would stop and suck in a breath and do it again -- and it slowly went up the scale and got louder as she got wilder, ending with a “HHUUUGGGHH!!! HHUUUUGGHH! HHUUUUGGGHH!” and I held onto her jugs to keep from being thrown off while she arched herself and tried to jam my dick right through her cervix!

When I broke clear of Kenya, the good news was that I was rested, after a fashion; her doing all of the work allowed me to recover myself somewhat. When I returned to Irene, she was totally broken in; she racked her knees back and watched me set up with big eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. This time, I wasn’t doing it for her -- she’d had hers -- I was trying to finish ME, and I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it! Irene knew this instinctively, I think, by the pattern of my movements; her responses were softer, more gentle -- and oriented at me. “Fuck me,” she whispered, moaning,

“Fill me up. Cum in me! Make me a woman! Uhh! So good...” She could have been faking it, of course, but if she was, she did a pretty creditable orgasm after a couple of minutes -- not the head-banger she’d managed before, but her pussy clamped down on me and she got a little wild and wooly. I kept pounding, and had some attention for my surroundings -- Michelle and Lily were entwined in a sixty-nine position, but they were both watching us. Mimi was sitting on the bed, watching, too, and distractedly rubbing a nipple and sucking two fingers. Betty was leaning against a chair with a hand in her crotch, and Kate was looking distinctly unhappy at being left out. Yeah, fine

-- I had an idea.

“Betty,” I panted, “Do you have a vibrator?”

“Yeah...” Her tone said that ought to be obvious -- but what did I want it for?

“Get it,” I panted. “You and Mimi hold Kate down and use it on her -- but don’t let her cum! Make her miserable until I finish!”

“Oh, no!” Kate turned to bolt for the door, but Betty was between her and it, grinning like a shark. Michelle nudged Lily and they rolled to their feet and helped Mimi pin Kate from behind, shove her to the floor, and pull her clothes off. Kate squawked and fought, but it wasn’t very convincing;

Betty sat on her and went to work with the vibe.

Given something to do, the others pitched in, pulling nipples and whatever else looked to work. “No! GOD, no!” Kate moaned hoarsely when Mimi wet a finger and started playing with her asshole. Thrashing didn’t help, though -- it was five to one when Kenya pitched in. Kate shifted to begging and pleading, then to panting and moaning -- and then wailed, loudly, when everybody stopped what they were doing. “God -- don’t DO this to me!” she howled.

Irene watched with big eyes at times -- and at others, she was too busy generating a cum to bother. I had things the way I wanted them as far as she was concerned, but too many fucks had taken their toll on me and I was getting raw. One more nut...

It took a LOOONG time -- maybe as much as twenty minutes -- before

Irene’s pussy clamped down for the fourth or fifth time and Kate howled,

“Please, GOD! LET ME CUM!!!” and I got that tickle that said it was time.

“Awright!” I panted, “Let her finish! I’m gonna ... AAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!” a half-hour or forty minutes’ worth of priming the pump made my last nut of the evening at least respectable; I pumped out three loaded pulses and some dry ones and crashed on Irene. In the background, Kate screamed bloody murder as they finally let her off; the scream echoed and sounded loud enough to bust an eardrum, but I didn’t give a shit. I remember my nose dropping to Irene’s neck and catching a whiff of perfume and thinking, “That’s pretty feminine...”

-- and that was all she wrote...

I was gone -- they were unable to revive me. Over the course of two days, I’d been damn near fucked to death; I’d burned a LOT more energy than I had available. The women rolled me off of poor Irene -- who was big in spots for her frame size, but was only a bit over five feet six -- and dragged me back onto the fold-out couch. Mimi made sure I was breathing and stayed with me while the others wandered off to clean up and put on bits and pieces of nightclothes as they felt like it. Leticia lit into Irene and Kenya and ended up being asked to leave; Lily didn’t say shit, apparently. At some point, everyone bagged it; Mimi slept on my right as she had the night before and

Betty took my left. Others took the pallets on the floor, avoiding the one with the big wet spot where Irene and I had pumped out our juices all over it.

Predictably, I thrashed my way to consciousness at three-thirty in the morning, the urge to take that post-coital piss riding me hard. “Sweetheart?”

Mimi mumbled. “Are you okay?”

“Gotta pee,” I managed to enunciate, somehow.

“THAT again!” Betty murmured from my other side, “and the usual suspects are all gone...”

“No, I’m here,” came a familiar voice. “Fill me up, Sweetie.”

Trina’s mouth closed on my poor, sore dick and I drained it in her.

“Thank you, Baby,” I gusted.

“You’re SOOO very welcome!” Trina giggled. If she said anything else,

I missed it -- I was gone again.

The next time I awakened it was about nine-thirty on Monday morning -- that would be Labor Day. I was all done with labor; I could barely move.