Corrine gets hers

It was a bizarre sensation, beholding Elizabeth's nubile glory while standing like the Colossus with an iron rod. Vivid memories of all our escapades, triggered by the ongoing orgy, now resurfaced and blurred together. It felt as though time had stood still, waiting for my next move, only I was overwhelmed by the choice surrounding me.

Then I felt an unmistakable grip from behind me, and before I knew it I was whirled around and landed on the sofa next to Elizabeth. I looked up to see Corrine grinning down at me, murderous desire in her eyes as she planted one foot on the couch, the warrior princess over her hapless captive - albeit clad in a tussled ballroom dress. Somehow the sight of her with one strap hanging off her shoulder looked ten times hotter than if she was naked.

"C'mere, big boy," she purred, easing her legs over mine, and we both harmonized as she sank my rod into her steaming canal. Unable to steady herself Corrine ended up leaning in, resting one palm against the wall and feeding me her chest while she pumped, and at once my arms sprang into action. One crept up to her cleavage, pulling down her already-fragile neckline to uncover the monumental treasure underneath the veil. The other snaked around the back, grasping a handful of her gloriously curved backside. This was soon joined by my first arm, finished with the initial excavation, now content to pull Corrine in closer so I could focus on treating her exposed breast with my tongue as she flailed her shoulder-length mane around us. The back of my head grazed against the wall as Corrine ground her pelvis on mine, groaning and screaming all the while.

"Hey." Just as I felt like I needed to come up for air, Corrine's boob was lifted out of my mouth, and a hand grasped under my chin, bringing my lips to Stephanie's as she kissed me softly. "I hope you don't mind keeping me company too, considering how occupied your wife is."

I turned to the right, and instantly felt my rod swell another centimeter. Talia had taken to getting on her knees and giving Amy some oral treatment instead, split between lapping her tongue and diving deep into my wife's snatch. Amy was busy pushing her labia into Talia's face, moaning up a symphony of her own. I must have slowed down enough for Corrine to notice, because she turned her head as well. In one moment my wife opened her eyes, and the two dominant ladies crossed glances.

Instantly we knew that the unspoken race was on. Corrine accelerated her bouncing, determined to slam me into the upholstery, while Amy placed a hand on Talia's bob and pushed her face in deeper, as if to suffocate Talia between her thighs. Louder and louder they groaned in escalating pitch, trying to outdo each other in intensity while we did all we could to spur them on. Stephanie even reached in from behind, cupping Corrine's tits as my hands occupied themselves with gripping Corrine's ass, whispering into the other blonde's ear as she goaded Corrine on.

"Aaaaa-aahaaaa! GOD, mmmmmmmmmph!"

In the end, Amy crossed the finish line first, catapulted over the edge by Talia's experienced ministrations. The graceful arc of her back was counterbalanced by a vigorous shudder as she exploded against Talia's mouth, before falling against the sofa glassy-eyed. At that moment, Stephanie chose to give Corrine's nipples the biggest, hardest pinch she could muster, just as Corrine sank herself down to my ballsack. Letting her head fall back against Stephanie's shoulder, she let out a moan that could only be described as a vocal eruption as she rippled atop my pinnacle. As Stephanie moved away, the tall vixen ended up sliding off my cattle prod, drawing a hiss from me as I felt the cooler air brush against it.

"Shit, you're still hard?" Talia scooched over on her knees, inspecting my weapon with eyes wide open. Trails of Amy's arousal streaked down her chin.

"I know," grinned Stephanie. Still only capable of panting for the moment, I watched the two kneeling women exchange knowing looks.