Something to watch

Your right hand returns to Morgane’s snatch. This time it’s not so gentle. It drags the clinging wet cloth of her shorts down her legs so your access is unimpeded. Then you spear her with a finger. As it slides in and out your thumb starts to play with her clit. Her shorts continue to slide down. Meanwhile your left hand pushes the wet t-shirt above her breast so that it can fondle the flesh directly.

She adjusts the angle of her right arm to improve her fondling of your erection. This also pushes your own soaked shorts over your ass and down your legs, until your erection is out in the open air. Once free her treatment of your cock is more energetic, her fingers running up and down its length, tickling it as they do so.

Then she freezes. All her motion stops. Her hand on your cock. The swaying of her body to your touch. Even her breathing pauses. The only motion is inside her, the spasming of her pussy to her pleasure. Outwardly her frozen stance is the only sign of her orgasm. She makes no sound, although her mouth is open. Her eyes are screwed shut. An unaware spectator would have no idea she’s awash with pleasure.

In the past you’ve seen Morgane’s silent, non-expressive orgasms as a challenge. Can you get her to scream in pleasure? Can you get her body to spasm as much as her pussy? That was probably one of the reasons why her last date night left her in such a state. You now know this is just the way she is. All your girlfriends respond differently to you. Her lack of outward expression doesn’t mean she’s having less pleasure. If anything, she appears to have more. Her non-expressive orgasms leave her more debilitated than the other girls more expressive ones.

When she resumes breathing, you know the orgasm is fading. It’s time to take it to the next level. She knows that as well. She adjusts her stance, widening her feet, thrusting her ass back, leaning more on the car. Then she pulls you towards her, guiding your cock to her hungry pussy. You ease yourself in. Not a sudden thrust, but a gentle push.

You groan in satisfaction. Morgane’s pussy is the softest you’ve ever felt. It’s like encasing your cock in hot, wet velvet. It’s just an amazing feeling. Others are tighter. Others drive you wilder. But Morgane, it feels so natural, so wonderful. You could bury yourself inside her for the rest of your life and never grow tired of it.

Her own response is closed eyes and a deep, soundless sigh. You place your hands on her hands. You slowly rotate your hips, your dick sliding in and out, your balls rubbing against her folds, against her clit. You lean in and kiss the back of her neck. Your lips travel along it. Up to her earlobe where you nibble. Down to her collarbone where you kiss and lick. All you can feel is her body. All you can experience is desire, your desire for her, her desire for you.

Time has no meaning. This moment might be eternity. It might be only a few seconds. You are lost in her. She is lost in you. It is only broken by her second orgasm.

At the first feel of it, you bury yourself completely inside her. Morgane’s pussy is a miracle. It would make you believe in God, because it is perfectly sculpted for your cock. When you’re buried fully inside, the muscles of her snatch line up exactly with the most sensitive areas of your cock. You are engulfed in pure pleasure, the closest you’ll ever reach to the girls’ super orgasms.

The pleasure is too much. Just as Morgane’s orgasm fades, you release, setting off her own super orgasm. The spasming of her walls is intoxicating. It’s as if her pussy is trying to suck the semen out of your balls. You shudder and groan, while Morgane remains rigid and silent. With the other girls it’s the other way round. Not with Morgane.

Before you’d first slept with Morgane, you’d been sceptical. She’d spent a couple of weeks in the house, a guest of Anna’s, staying with you while she recovered from the emotional devastation of her fiancé leaving her for a man just months before their wedding. When Anna had suggested a threesome with her and Morgane, you’d resisted. Morgane had been a great guest, easily fitting in with the other girls, complementing them, her practicality adding to the other girls’ skills, but you still worried it was rebound sex. Added to that was Anna’s history with Morgane, always chasing her never getting her, not through lack of desire, more through bad timing, when one was free the other was in a committed relationship.

Anna had eventually suggested the threesome could be part of Lucy’s tests. At the time Lucy was testing your powers, whether it was the super-orgasms that cemented the desire to be part of the household. You had still resisted until Morgane had added her desire to take part. You’d told yourself then that you’d pull out before you came, that you wouldn’t give her a super-orgasm. One feel of her pussy round your cock and that resolve crumbled. One massage of her orgasm and it vanished completely. You couldn’t pull out. You didn’t. You are addicted to her body as much as she is to yours.

You stay entwined while the orgasms fade. Only when the last quivers vanish do you finally step away. Morgane relaxes, propping her body against the car. Her breasts have smeared against the windows. Her head lies against the roof. Her long brown hair is draped through water and suds.

You glance up at the spectators. Both have pulled up chairs. Both have pulled back their skirts to reveal their bald pussies beneath. Both are engaged in pleasuring themselves, Gloria with reckless abandon, Belka with more hesitance. You lock eyes with Gloria and she cums. You can hear her muffled screams through the glass. This is enough to shock Belka into stopping. You smile and throw both a kiss.

You pull up your shorts. They are sodden and dirty, having lain in the gravel, but you can’t go around with your tackle out. Then you pull up Morgane’s shorts, equally wet. You guide her off the car, so that you can pull her t-shirt down to cover her breasts. Makes little difference, because the t-shirt clings to her curves and is still transparent, but you feel it needs to be done.

“Can’t have them hanging out,” you tell her. “They might tempt me to a second round.”

She turns her head towards you. Her brown eyes are telling you, she’d be quite happy with that. You lean in and kiss her. She returns your passion, and when you pull away, she tries to follow.

“You’re brilliant, and I love you, and I don’t how the household would survive without you in it,” you tell her. Then you relent and let her lips catch up with yours for another kiss. When you pull away from that one, it’s more decisive.

“You’ve got to finish washing the car,” you tell her, pointing to the marks her breasts left on the windows. “And I’ve got to go. When you’ve finished, you’d better come in through the back, just in case.”