Slow and Steady for Round 4

All you needed was the right incentive. And the right incentive turns out to Niemira. Her sparkling eyes, her bountiful lips, her heavy breasts but most of all her tight, wet pussy. The moment you realise Niemira’s next your exhaustion falls away. One look at the wanton lust in her blue eyes and your cock stiffens to full erection.

She crawls up your body, rubbing, her lips kissing your groin, her breasts running over your stomach, her nipples scouring runnels through the hair of your chest, her folds sliding over your shaft, coating it with her excitement, until her love tunnel touches the head of your cock and slides down to engulf it. Once in you both pause, your eyes lost in each other, feeling right. This is how you want to live, buried balls deep in one of your lovers. Feeling their breathing through chest-to-chest contact. Feeling their heart beat through the more intimate, more loving dick to vagina entrapment.

For a moment you’re almost disappointed when Niemira starts to move. Then the nerves in your penis scream their pleasure into your mind and once again you are lost in lovemaking. All you want is this wonderful woman riding you. Tasting her dried sweat on the flesh of her breasts. Hearing her moans as she takes equal enjoyment. Her pace quickens but is never frantic. She knows what you want. Of all your lovers she’s the most attuned to you. The first time you’d seen her you knew you had to have her. And having had her you know you’ll never get enough.

Time has no meaning when you’re combined like this. Pleasure is the only way you can judge. Her orgasms are like the chimes of a distant clock, telling you that time has passed.

And the arrival of Belka. A herald of time to tell you that another game is over and another lover has come to take her place.

Even the freshness of Belka’s pussy is struggling to overcome the numbness of several hours of seemingly continuous sex. You’ve had breaks, but they’ve only been long enough to recover from the previous bouts of passion. Only your desire for these women, to love them, to pleasure them, to show them that they are the most important thing in your life, is overcoming your exhaustion. They want you. You want them. You need to show you want them, as much as they want you. Not a need for them. A need for you. How you got these ten, glorious, gorgeous women madly in love with you, you can never understand. All you know is that they are in love with you, and you wouldn’t change it for anything. Each one of them is precious. Each one of them is unique. Each one needs to feel the depth of your love. From Anna, the first to be your girlfriend, to Belka, the most recent, they are all as significant as each other. And you have to prove it to them.

You marvel at the softness of Belka’s flesh, at the plumpness of her breasts, at the padding of her ass bouncing on your thighs, at the wetness of her sex accepting your hardness. Yet it’s the glitter in her eyes that really drives you forward, drives you to claim her, drives you to love her. You’re as lost in pleasure as she is. You’re revelling in her, as much as she revels in you.

Eternity is not long enough to spend with Belka, but when it’s broken by the excited appearance of Melody you don’t regret decoupling. For Melody is on you, with her kisses, and her enthusiasm, and her equally fit, and equally loveable body. Her equally kissable lips, and her equally squeezable breasts, and her equally tight and wet sex. She’s faster. She’s more enthusiastic. She has the most energy of any of your girlfriends, and she hasn’t had a chance to exercise it out during the orgy until now. Her bouncing is frantic. It’s ****. It draws out her orgasms in quick succession, screams that neither Niemira nor Bellka needed to expel.

It’s that enthusiasm, that desire, that energy that draws your final explosion. You cum, long and hard and shivering. The disappointment of the others is muted by the screams and joy of Melody. You hold her quaking body close, feeling every motion of her, her fluttering heart, her heaving breaths. When you’ve both finally finished you kiss her, and only after that do you withdraw.

It’s late. It’s time for bed. You kiss each of your girlfriends goodnight, those still reeling from bouts of earlier sex, those naked and sweat stained, those fresh and still eager. Then you head to bed alone.