He Doesn't Get to

Before Sam could beckon one of the ladies forward to help him out, he felt the soft, moist warmth of a tongue enveloping the fat bulbous head of his painfully hard cock. He looked down to see a mop of bleach blonde hair bobbing forward and back as the mystery woman slurped his dick in and out of her mouth. After a few moments she looked up, staring up to him with warm hazel eyes. The curled edges of her mouth suggested she would be smiling if her mouth wasn't stuffed with his huge throbbing manhood.

Sam let out a sigh of relief, prompting several sighs of dismay from the crowd surrounding them. Many of them dispersed, returning to whatever they'd been up to before. A few stuck around to watch. Most of them, including Lizzie, descended to the ground for better viewing angles and a more comfortable position to play with themselves.

Sam looked around the circle, making eye-contact with woman after woman as they flicked an finger-fucked themselves to climax. Each one gave him a more intense "fuck me" stare than any woman had ever sent him on the outside. His unnamed lover drew his attention by engulfing his entire cock, then smacking him on the ass. He instinctively bucked forward, pushing himself even further down her throat. He expected to find her as he looked down, but instead she just winked at him.

He took her approval as an invitation and started sliding his cock in and out of her waiting mouth. The muffled sound of her opening wider to better compensate for his length and girth reverberated down his length, causing his whole body to tremble.

Meanwhile, many of the women around them had paired off. Directly in front of him, a thick, pale ruby-haired woman had her head between Lizzie's legs. From his elevated gaze he could see the red-haired woman licking all the way from her clit to her petite asshole. Lizzie craned her back, unable to stand the intense pleasure, before letting out an orgasmic cry.