The First Pussy of the Orgy

Gloria reluctantly pulls away from you. Sarka quickly fills her place. She stands above you, looking down greedily to your spittle bathed cock. She lifts her short skirt to reveal her inflamed and needy pussy. Obviously she’s not wearing any knickers. She straddles you and then lowers herself.

One hand guides your cock inside her. It doesn’t need much. Your dick is rock hard and standing straight up. Her pussy is wet and ready and ****. The lubrication of Gloria’s spittle is matched by Sarka’s need. The pleasure of Gloria’s throat is nothing compared to the tightness of Sarka’s cunt. She’s burning hot, and sodden wet and tight, a tightness that would have resisted your intrusion if your cock was not so lubricated and her insides were not so desperately wet for your penetration. She slides down until she’s sitting on your balls, and both you and Sarka let out a moan of satisfaction. It doesn’t matter how great Gloria’s throat was. Pussy will always triumph over throat.

“God, I needed this,” Sarka exclaims.

“Don’t we all,” comes from Sybil. All the girls watched Sarka slide down your shaft. All the girls reached down to their own pussies, to tickle them, to fool themselves that it was them sliding down it and not Sarka.

You reach round the back of her neck and pull her lips to your lips. Her kiss is as passionate and as pleasurable Gloria’s. The desire in her blue eyes is identical to that in Gloria’s hazel. The difference is your fucking Sarka. You’re inside her, and you’re going to be inside her until another girlfriend earns that place.

She wiggles her ass to find the best position. While she does so you grab the hem of her white t-shirt and lift it up to liberate her wonderfully spherical breasts. She pauses to take the t-shirt off completely. Then she wiggles more, while you play with her breasts. First you knead them, squeeze the ample flesh, feel their resistance to your caresses. Then you suck on them, lick their resisting shape, suck on the nipples, nip them with your teeth. She’s found the perfect angle on top of you, and she’s now riding you up and down.

When she’s lifting herself off, her pussy clings to your shaft, trying to hold on, trying to keep as much of it on you as it can. When she sinks back, her depths resist, only slowly deforming to accommodate your presence inside her. Each action is accompanied by a moan. A high-pitched moan as she pulls off it. A low-pitched groan as she sinks back down, embellished by an “Oh God,” or a “Yes.”

The longer she rides you, the faster her pace becomes. You’re fully engrossed in her. The only distraction comes from a squeal of frustration from Gloria. The reason she chose Mario Kart for the competition is that she’s the best in the household at it. But for the next game she was drawn in the first heat, and she hadn’t recovered enough from her facefuck to fully compete. Her squeal comes from her elimination. She’s **** to sit and watch as the others compete to replace Sarka, while behind her Sarka rides you with greater and greater abandon.

That wildness finally breaks with her first orgasm. She screams “god” into the room followed by a babble of Czech. It doesn’t matter; you’re lost in the pleasure of her spasming pussy. You reach up and grasp her jiggling breasts. You hold her while her body convulses to her pleasure. When the last convulsion has gone, she looks down into your own eyes and mutters “more.” Then she’s off again. Wiggling to regain the perfect position and then bouncing up and down. You’re soon lost in the more mundane yet still overwhelming pleasure of her pussy. You’re back being engulfed in pleasure of her flesh, her snatch on your cock, her breasts in your face, her ass slapping your thighs, her beautiful face looking down upon you in ecstasy.

Her second orgasm rips through her as devastating as the first. Her pleasure drowning her again into inaction. She’s just recovering from that when two strong arms wrap themselves around her and slowly lift her off.

“No,” she moans.

“You’ve had your turn,” Morgane tells her. “Now it’s mine.”