Sadly, Zach blows his load.

Sweating, blushing, and helpless against the four horny girls holding my naked body hostage, I moan out, “Wanda, I, I’m gonna cum!”

“Wait! Get off! I’m about to—“ the lady astride me shuts me up fast by sticking a couple of her fingers in my mouth, but she doesn’t slow down the rolling motion of her hips in the slightest while I suck on her digits and whine; feeling my balls constrict while Fareehah drops her pussy down on my bound hands.

When Tess tickles my cheek with a little kiss, it’s all over. Wanda’s fingers escape my lips to help pull my face into her chest as I orgasm right inside of her; squirting load after load of cream, and feeling my limbs going limp while waves of pleasure make me forget there’s a crowd of wolf-whistlers watching.

The woman on top of my naked body doesn’t stop riding me until I’ve gone totally slack, and even then, she continues straddling; giggling while she (and all the other girls) watch my cock slide free from her tight box. Her hands rest on my pecs, and her smile is brighter than the sun, but I’m practically numb from bliss.

As I watch my cum drip down from Wanda’s pussy. “Oh god” is all I can think. She’s huffing, smiling, straddling me, and not evidently worried about the fact she might get pregnant. By all the graces of God did my climax feel great, but my face burns a deep, vibrant scarlet when the women crowding the door gasp and giggle at my wilting dick. With those girls’ faces leering down at me, and my four conspirators grinning like eels while cum pools around my thighs, I actually have to cower in the afterglow, rather than bask in it.

I’m at their complete mercy; there’s literally nothing I can do to stop these women from playing, and the thought is as scary as it is embarrassing as it is arousing. My face is a bright scarlet, and everybody is looking me up and down like their next meal. Suddenly self-conscious about my wilting penis, I look into the ladies’ lustful eyes and wonder…