It’s the tall blonde

“Me,” says a husky contralto to my left. I stand up and turn to look—and keep turning, realizing that almost every girl in the circle has her snatch exposed and her hand buried in it; some of them still look dazed. It appears they were fingering themselves to orgasm while I was eating Whitney.

“All right, Caitlyn,” Alyssa says, and the tall blonde beckons to me with one finger. I walk over and kneel between her legs; her fragrance is musky, dark, and only a little sweet, and her arousal is clear from its strength. I lean forward to begin—and she grabs my head with both hands, pulls it hard to her twat, and starts grinding on my face. I hook my arms around her thighs for balance and lick and suck as hard and fast as I can at the hot, slippery flesh sliding over my face.

Caitlyn cums remarkably quickly. It can’t be anything I’ve done, so it must be her own dominance that gets her off. I wait until she lets go of my head and starts to sit back, then I strike. I close my lips over her hooded clit and suck hard, like I’m trying to pull it out of hiding, and pierce her sex with two stiff fingers. Her G-spot isn’t prominent, but I know what I’m feeling for, so I press down and start massaging it roughly. She shrieks and clenches up, arching her back and grabbing her chair with both hands. I trill her clit with my tongue; before long I get my reward, feeling it grow and poke its head out from its cover. Her body trembles and quivers, and high-pitched incoherent sounds flow freely from her mouth.

Let’s end this round. I start corkscrewing Caitlyn’s cunt, twisting my wrist around and back and pumping her hard with my fingers; at the same time, I pull back with my head and start humming the bassline to “I Want You Back.” She screams and her body goes wild as her climax hits her like an avalanche, sweeping away all self-control. Her pussy walls go into paroxysms around my fingers, but I keep fucking her through their variable resistance. She bucks her hips so hard she thrusts them completely off the seat, pushing me up and back. I have the dim sense that the girls on either side grab the back of her chair to keep it from tipping over. I think she’s still holding the seat with both hands, so it might have been fine, but otherwise her body is only supported by her feet on the floor and her shoulders resting on the chair back.

Her muscles relax without warning, dropping her hips back to the chair. I follow her down, plump my tongue up, and plunge it into her honeypot, pulling my fingers out to frig her clit. I tongue-fuck her hungrily, sucking out her juices, and rub circles around her button; then I roll my tongue, stick it back in, and start flexing it in her cunt. I press lightly on the tip of her joystick and wiggle it around a little, then give it a gentle pinch. When I lap at her G-spot and pinch her lovebud again, her third orgasm explodes into my face. Her cunt walls seize my tongue; her girl-cum spurts and froths and sprays around it into my open mouth.

I keep tweaking Caitlyn’s bud until her nectar stops flowing, then trade places again. I pump her hard with my fingers, pulling up to maximize the friction on her G-spot and wobbling my wrist to vary the stimulation. I suck her clit as hard and deep as I can; this time, for variety, I hum John McVie’s bass riff from “The Chain.” Her body goes wild again and she howls at the top of her lungs as her fourth climax hits like a wall falling on her; her cunt goes into spasms and her body writhes and twists like a candle flame in the breeze.

Caitlyn cums for an amazingly long time; then her howl cuts off and her body goes limp. I look up and realize she’s actually passed out in her chair. I stand up and look around to see awe on several faces. From behind me, Alyssa says apologetically, “We set a limit of two orgasms per person, just so you know.”

I turn to shoot my partner a grin and say, “I didn’t know, but I was provoked.”

She grins back. “Well, now you do,” she responds mildly. “Don’t worry, though, I’m sure no one else will . . . provoke you like that.”

“I hope not,” I tell her with a smirk I can’t quite suppress.

Alyssa giggles and asks the circle, “Who’s next?”