Anything she can think of

Eventually, Isabella decided to try what had worked the first time you let her cum. She crawled over to you when you were sitting on the couch, and pushed your cock into her mouth. She had been practicing and was giving you one hell of a blowjob. You did your best to look bored.

The less reaction she got, the more delirious she became. Apparently she had been watching Emma's deepthroating skills and tried to suck you as deep as she could. She was no Emma.

She choked on your cock. You let out an involuntary grunt of appreciation.

Finally, she had found something that was working. She tried again to push your cock into her throat, again gagging with the attempt. When she tried again, you again involuntarily moaned in appreciation. She again fell back from your cock, coughing and sputtering.

She took a few deep breaths, and with a look of determination, resumed her attempts. She gagged again. She tried again, more slowly this time, but had to give up when she ran out of air, coming up gasping for breath.

Despite many attempts, she never did anything like getting your cock down her throat, but you couldn't fault the effort. Her eyes were watering. Her face was covered with spit. So were your cock and balls.

It seemed like she had admitted defeat on her deepthroating attempts, but she was still sucking your cock for all she was worth, and playing with your spit-slicked balls while she did it.

Watching her suck you with such a mess on her face, you couldn't resist pushing her further. Just as you were about to cum, you pushed her back from your cock. You held her in place with a handful of hair, and covered her face with cum.

Both of you sat back to catch your breath. Isabella looked at you expectantly.

"That was pretty good Isabella. Thanks." You wandered away to find somebody who might like to join you in the shower.

"But... but..."

You showered with Emma, glad to have some time alone with her. The house was getting crowded, and time with just Emma was all too rare.

It was also nice to chat with her about Isabella and how the other girls felt about her. You left the shower with a plan. Emma was sure the other girls wouldn't mind.

You wandered into the master bedroom and yelled out, "Isabella, can you join me?"

She scurried into the bedroom, looking expectant.

"Lay down here please," you pointed at the bed. She obediently climbed onto the bed.

You knelt on the bed beside her legs, and announced "I have decided that you're not allowed to masturbate for the rest of the day."

"What?! No... why? I have done so much!" Her eyes started to water.

You grabbed her leg, lifted it, and swung it to the other side of you, leaving you kneeling between her spread legs, "but if you're interested, there are other ways to make you cum."