Is there such a thing as too much sex?

Somehow you roll onto the couch. Sybil rolls with you, so she can keep your spurting cock inside her. She lands in your lap. She leans back to kiss you.

“You’re the best,” she tells you. Then she kisses you some more and cuddles up to you.

“You’re still dressed,” you state, having just noticed it.

“Didn’t have time to get these off. Do you want me to now?”

She’s not alone in still being dressed. Lucy’s in her corner, as clothed as she was when she first arrived, and only slightly more aware. Anna and Melody are standing out as dressed, but all the other girls are at least topless, and most have removed their skirts at some stage. Gloria lies semi-conscious on her front on the carpet. Morgane is in a similar state slumped in an armchair, her red, raw pussy clear for everyone to see. Sarka and Nekane look better but have that just fucked look.

You laugh and pull her close for another kiss. This is disturbed by Anna, with fresh energy drinks for you and Sybil.

“What do I need more energy for?”

“You think you’ve finished?” Anna asks. “You haven’t fucked Melody or me yet.”

“Well, you haven’t won a game.”

She looks over the spread-out exhausted women. “I think our chances are improving.”

That’s always the case with every orgy. The girls who are good at the game win the early rounds and get the early dicking. The better they are the more dicking they get. The more dicking, the more orgasms. The more orgasms, the less energy and the less focus. Girls who start the game with no chance find themselves competitive the longer the orgy lasts.

“You think you’re going to win a game this time,” Sybil teases. “No chance. I’ve only had one super-orgasm, I can beat you still, loser girl.”

“Bring it on,” Anna jests.

The two start towards the console, although a game is theoretically still in progress. The first heat of the next round, and two have already crossed the finishing line, Melody and Niemira, but theoretically it’s still going because Gloria hasn’t crossed it. That might be because she’s barely sentient and has phased out of playing the game. Her character has ground to a halt against some barrier and is sitting there impatiently, although Gloria hasn’t noticed that yet. She had enough energy and enthusiasm to start the game, just not enough mental acuity to continue it.

You have to remind them that a game is going on. “Sybil you won the last game. You’re sitting this game out.”

Sybil looks hurt by the suggestion, but it’s mainly pretence. She knows the rules, because she’s always trying to break them.

“Can’t I take someone’s place. Gloria’s not in a fit state to play.”

“And has already played her round. Who’s in the second heat?”

Belka, Morgane, Sarka and Anna. “I’ll take Morgane’s place.”

“Don’t you dare.” Morgane might have appeared out of it, but the threat of losing a possibility of another round with you is enough to stir her.

“You’re just going to have to wait for the next game.”

“But some of these will have recovered by then. Hurry up.”

“And I have to recover by then,” you tell her. You have phenomenal recovery abilities, but not impossible. You’ve cum three times already this afternoon, and you need at least half an hour before your dick’s going to be stirring into stiffness for a fourth time, despite the sight of so much lovely female flesh.