Fivesome Part 8: Maeve's Climax - Airtight

Amanda watched dreamily as you got into position. The slow love-making as you’d lain on top of her had sent her into a multi-orgasmic state of bliss where she’d been hit by wave after wave of those little orgasms that she barely showed any sign of. You had, thankfully, managed to control yourself with the extra-slow fucking and hadn’t lost yourself in the sex - thankfully because you weren’t sure you’d be able to get it up again that night once you popped a third time, primarily because you hadn’t even really had 24 hours to recover since the previous threesome had sucked multiple loads out of you.

Your balls could very well spit dust on the next orgasm.

It was ‘Air Tight’ time.

With Maeve’s particular peculiarities with closeness during sex, you weren’t entirely sure if it was going to work, but you realised you should have been unsurprised that the goth girl had thought the whole thing out already.

Gemma laid down on the bed, flat on her back, and Maeve mounted her in cowgirl and slid her pussy onto the strap-on. She bounced on it a few times, getting comfortable, and then settled onto it.

“OK,” Maeve said. “Now John in my ass.”

You went between their legs, and there was a moment of readjusting so that the angles worked, and then you were sliding into the tight little doughnut hole of Maeve’s ass. It was a lot easier than the last time, but then she’d had two anal reamings between you and Gemma already so that made sense. It was still tight as hell, and with the addition of Gemma’s strap-on filling her pussy that pressure was only higher. You both groaned, and once again you had to stop yourself from grabbing her in a way she might not like.

“Go in and out a few times,” Maeve whimpered a little. You did so, both of you moaning again, and then you stopped as she reached back and touched your arm. “OK. OK. Um, Sabrina, come- yeah, straddle her like that.” Sabrina stood over Gemma on the bed, facing Maeve, with her strap-on in the girl’s face. Maeve grabbed it with one hand, her other still back and touching your arm.

“OK,” the impaled goth said. “Fuck, this is a lot of dick. John, when I start bobbing on it, fuck my ass. And don’t hold back. Gemma, thrust up into me as much as you can, please. Sabrina, don’t grab my head, but you can fuck my face.”

She leaned forward and licked at the dildo. You really couldn’t see all that much, but Sabrina was biting her lip and had a hungry look in her eyes as she looked down at Maeve sucking ‘her cock,’ and Amanda was watching with wide eyes now and sitting up. To be fair, how often did you see a triple penetration in real life?

Well, if you weren’t dating Gemma and Sabrina.

Maeve leaned forward a little, taking the dildo into her mouth more fully, so you gently put your hands on the sides of her ass and thrust forward.

The noise she made, from somewhere deep in her chest, was primal and animalistic.

The reality was that you already knew a triple penetration wasn’t the best experience for the people wielding cocks, real or fake. There was little emotional connection with the person you were fucking because they were so overwhelmed, and it was that connection that really made sex great. Using Maeve, or anyone, as a sexual hole wasn’t ever going to be as good as proper sex.

It was that overwhelming feeling for the girl being made airtight that was the point of the whole thing.

You fucked her ass, not as fast as you had gotten to before but in a good rhythm. Gemma tried to use her hips to fuck up at Maeve in counter-time to you, but her limited movements meant you were always off rhythm with her and Maeve got a chaotic pattern of thrusts that couldn’t be followed. And Sabrina was on her own time altogether, grabbing her own tits to stop herself from holding Maeve’s head as she thrust in and out of the goth’s mouth.

Maeve’s black lipstick had worn away at some point during all the sucking, kissing and fucking. You weren’t really sure when that had happened.

Maeve built steadily into an orgasm and then released it with a guttural groan, and you eased your fucking speed down since you knew from experience that she’d need a moment to get her brain back together.

But then, this was Maeve, and she continued to find a way to surprise you. Pulled back from Sabrina’s dildo, leaning back onto your cock until you were completely seated inside her ass again… and also so that her bare back was pressed to your chest as she panted.

“John,” she said between heavy breaths. “Please shift so that you’re lying down and I’m sitting down on your dick like I am Gemma’s.”

It took a little effort, but you managed to get your legs around one at a time so they were over Gemma’s and around Maeve’s, your ass on the bed and your cock pointing straight up without ever having left the confines of Maeve’s butt.

Maeve bounced a couple of slow times on the two upright phalluses she was impaled on, and then let out a long breath and leaned back, reaching back with her arms and bracing her hands on your chest. She worked her hips, riding both cocks for a couple more strokes, and then let out a slow breath.

“Alright,” she said. “Sabrina. Please put your dildo in my pussy.”

There was a moment of pause in the room.

“Double-vag!?!” Sabrina asked in shock. “Girl, I mean, are you sure? You’ve already got John’s cock up your ass, there won’t be room.”

“Please,” Maeve said, a note of desperation in her voice. “Please. I feel safe. I feel comfortable. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like this with a group of people again and I want to know what it feels like to be that full.”

“Don’t question her, love,” Gemma said to Sabrina. “Just give her what she’s asking for. She knows what she’s doing.”

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