Fivesome Part 4: Finding Amanda's Wants and Needs

“John, love,” Gemma called to you. “Amanda is ready for you to fuck her brains out.”

“That is not what I said,” Amanda laughed.

You and Sabrina had swapped back and forth a couple of times, putting Maeve through her paces and trading kisses during the crossovers. When Gemma called to you, you were thankfully occupied getting head from Maeve as opposed to fucking her - the respite from fucking was helping you resist the mounting pressure in your balls.

“Oh, sorry,” Gemma chuckled. “She said she’s ready for you to fill her little pussy with your big Daddy dick and pump her full of your Daddy cum.”

“Gemma!” Amanda shrieked through her laughter.

“She wants you on top of her, love,” Gemma grinned at you.

You rolled your eyes, grinning right back, and pulled away from Maeve.

“You’ll be back,” she said with a knowing smirk, her walls back up a bit. She hadn’t come for a little while, the swapping keeping her simmering as well as it was for you, and you could tell that the activity of group sex helped her maintain that distance she seemed to prefer. You would have loved to have spent a weekend lavishing attention on her body, kissing her all over, playing with the perfectly plump and jiggly tits, and fucking her every which way - but every which way included lots of ways she said she didn’t like it. Maybe it was for the best that you didn’t have the time left in the summer to set up a weekend with just her and your girlfriends. She probably wouldn’t have liked it.

“For this mouth,” you told her, running your thumb along her lower lip. “And for that pussy. And that ass.”

“It’ll be waiting,” she said. “But not too long. Take too long making Amanda’s brains run out her ears and one of your girlfriends will get to it first.”

“Noted,” you chuckled. You left her and turned on your knees on the bed, approaching the other two gorgeous girls. Gemma had dismounted from straddling Amanda’s chest and they’d been making out for a bit before she’d called you over. Now she was lying next to her, and Gemma’s tits were pressed to Amanda’s side as she grinned at you and ran her fingers teasingly across Amanda’s soft stomach.

You knee-walked in between Amanda’s spread legs, doing your best not to stare at your goal -her pussy - and instead looking up at her face. Her hair was dishevelled after the thorough ravishing she’d already received at the hands of your girlfriends, and she was looking up at you so fucking cutely with her big eyes as she bit the inside of her lip in nervous excitement.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re so Goddamn cute?” you asked her.

Amanda barked out a laugh, blushing a little. “Literally Gemma just said that to me,” she said.

“Well, that’s probably because my girlfriend is an utter genius, and I just try to mimic her,” you grinned at the blonde.

Gemma rolled her eyes, her smile loving. “You’re smart enough to do that, so…”

The three of you laughed, and you took that time to put your hands on Amanda’s knees so that you could push them a little wider open and duck down, lying on your stomach as you put your mouth to her pussy, finally getting a proper taste of her. Amanda moaned as your tongue slid through her slick labia, her thighs closing towards you so you clapped your hands on them to keep them spread.

“Mmm,” Gemma hummed to Amanda. “He just couldn’t resist getting a taste. John loves eating a woman out before he utterly destroys their pussy with his cock. The taste makes him wild, and he feels better about slamming it in and out of you since he knows you’re all ready to go.” She was exaggerating, obviously, for Amanda’s benefit, but you still kind of liked the odd compliment to your skills and dedication. “Now I’m gonna go have some fun with Sabrina and Maeve. You just make sure you get everything you want out of this, OK cutie?”

“Now I’m a little scared with all the ‘slamming’ and ‘brain melting’ talk,” Amanda chuckled, then moaned as you focused the attention of your lips on her clit.

“You should be,” Gemma grinned at her. Then your girlfriend sat up, gave Amanda’s big tit one last squeeze and shake, and went off behind you towards the other pair.

You spent another couple minutes between Amanda’s legs before you started to kiss and lick your way higher, letting your hands caress up her sides as your lips travelled up her mound to her stomach, and then bounced between the sides of her cleavage until you reached her chest. You were over her now, and her tits were grazing your chest as you kissed up to her clavicle, then her throat as she tilted her chin up to give you access, then her chin itself until you were eye to eye with her, dropping little kissing pecks onto her lips as you shared a moment looking into each other’s souls. Your cock was brushing against her pussy, and she’d curled her legs up a little so her knees were pressed to your hips like she was afraid you would pull away.

“You said you’re kind of vanilla,” you murmured. “But you wanted ‘fun sex.’ Do you trust me to try some mildly kinky stuff?”

She swallowed, her eyes searching your face. “Um… like what?” she asked.

“Well, I know you like your fucking amazing breasts getting played with all sorts of ways,” you said. “But what about something like… this?” You slowly raised a hand, sliding it across her upper chest to her throat. You hadn’t been able to grab Maeve like you wanted, and like you were used to with your girlfriends. You hadn’t even been able to feel her body pressed to yours. Now you wanted that.

Amanda sniffed in a breath through her nose as your hand slid up onto her throat, and you swore her pupils dilated a little. She nodded. “We can do some of that,” she whispered.

“And what about…?” you said, and let go of her throat to grab both her hands, raising them above her head forcefully and pinning them to the bed. This pushed her chest up a bit more, her breasts firmly pressed against you now.

“That works for me,” she said. Then licked her lips. “Daddy.”

You grunted and kept her arms pinned with one hand as you reached down with your other and made sure you were in position.

“What do you want now?” you asked, your cock head slimy with her natural lubricants as it teased just at the threshold of her cunt.

“Fuck me,” she said. A request. A demand.

So you did.

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