Miss: You lose it!

Tara grinds her pussy over your mouth and chin as Jennifer sucks your cock head and strokes your long, thick shaft. Tara moves her hand down and you hear her finger stroking wetly back and forth over her clit. Tara's hips jerk with the additional stimulation. You hear her moan, and her full weight presses down over your face.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," Tara cries out.

You can barely breathe. Your chest aches where Karen kicked you. But you have a delicious faceful of girl on top of you, and another sucking your cock. Tara's getting off. If you can just hold it together...

"Ohwooooohhh!" Tara cries, "OH!" Her slippery folds slide across our mouth and chin as she gets off.

Jennifer releases your cock. "Go, girl!" she cheers Tara.

Tara finally settles down. She rises unsteadily. "Um. Your. Ah. Turn," she tells Jennifer.

You take a couple of deep breaths, but before you get comfortable, there's another pussy descending toward your face, bright pink, lips swollen open with arousal, the gold ring in her clit hood glinting.

"Mmmf!" you say as Jennifer sits on your face.

Jennifer is as enthusiastic as Tara, if not more so. She grinds herself energetically over your face, and you feel the little gold ring as she works her pussy over your chin. You wonder if you'll end up with a fat lip -- Jennifer's a bigger girl than petite, wiry Tara. But it'll be so worth it.

A cool, soft hand cradles your shaft. Tara's getting into the action. Your cock twitches and swells at her delicate touch. Jennifer strokes her clit, rising toward her climax, then stiffens, pressing down hard on you as she comes.

And then Tara's tongue curls round the crown of your cock head.

"MMMMFFFF!" Your cum shoots out across your belly. Your cry of release is muffled by Jennifer grinding her pussy back and forth over your face as she comes.

When Jennifer rises, you're left in a wrung-out heap on your back in the janitor's closet with your legs bent to fit the small space.

"Bye, Joe!" Jennifer says.

"Did you win, or me?" Tara says.

"WE won!" Jennifer says. "I don't know if he can even get up."

You don't know yourself.

They laugh and tiptoe out, leaving you spent, breathless, with a face smeared with pussy juice. Spent, but less than satisfied.