The First Creampie of the Orgy

“I’ve had enough sitting down,” you tell Morgane.

You stand. The girls pause to stare at your erection, slick with Sarka’s juices. Several lick their lips. All are enraptured. The act of pulling balls from a bag is momentarily forgotten.

You kick your boxers off your ankles. Then you guide Morgane by the arm round the sofa. You gently push her until she’s leaning over the back. Knowing what you want she wiggles her ass. Her short skirt rides up to reveal her lack of underwear. Just as well, you’re not willing to wait. You push her ankles further apart and plunge your cock into her perfect pussy.

Having Sarka ride you was heaven, but you want to be in control now. And you are. You adjust your own stance until you know you’ve got the right angle and then you begin your merciless **** on Morgane’s snatch. It’s a faster pace than Sarka set. It gets to her orgasm quicker. Morgane’s is motionless and silent. You hear the girls competing while Morgane’s pussy spasms around your cock. You let it do so, staying motionless inside her while her insides quiver, not burying yourself so penis and vagina match up. You don’t want to release yet. The secret of the orgy is always to last as long as you can. It’ll come. The pussy will keep coming until you do. But the longer before the first release means more pleasure for everybody. The longer the orgy lasts, the greater the number of girls you can pleasure before your own release. The duration of the orgy is always limited by the number of times you cum, normally four. The longer you hold off the first ejaculation, the longer you’ll drown yourself in the pleasure of your girls.

So although you could cum in Morgane easily, you hold off doing so. You lessen your pleasure by not lining your penis and her vagina for the perfect release. Instead, you hold yourself slightly askew. Her pleasure is barely diminished. Your pleasure is lessened but lengthened. As soon as her orgasm is over you start your pounding again.

This time as you thrust you lean over her, so your hands can reach round, under her t-shirt and to her breasts. You hold them as you thrust. You hold them, and you squeeze them, and you play with her nipples, tweaking and pinching them and sending shivers of extra pleasure throughout her body. Her second orgasm is not far behind.

“Go on, scream for me,” you tell her. She does not. She’s a silent fuck, but you’re fucking her all the same.

And in her silence Gloria’s scream of “No,” is louder and more distinct. In the game Niemira has just fired a bomb that’s knocked Gloria off the track. And in that moment Niemira takes the lead, takes the win. Gloria’s response is to throw down her controller. Niemira is up and heading towards you almost immediately.

Seeing this inspires you to one final thrust that sets Morgane off on a third orgasm. If it had been Gloria winning you would have lined yourself up and released inside Morgane. As it isn’t, you pull out quickly letting Morgane slump over the couch as she loses herself in her body consuming orgasm.

Niemira sees your cock standing proud before her and her blue eyes are filled with understanding. Gloria’s throat fuck, Sarka’s pussy, Morgane’s pussy, your cock has taken all of them, and now it’s about to take her. You want her lying on her back on the sofa’s armrest. You lift her skirt to reveal her sodden snatch. Your dick is going where it belongs, inside it. There’s no foreplay. There’s no need to get her wet. She’s dripping from the sight of you taking three women already. She’s boiling hot and **** for your dick. While Morgane struggles to reach the girls and take her place in the next game, you’re hammering away at Niemira, assured that she can take all the pleasure you can give her. You can’t give her too much, because there isn’t too much for her.

You almost rip her top off her. You have to see those large, wonderful breasts bouncing unconstrained to each thrust of your hips against her. She’s only just got it off her head, still dangling from her wrists when the first of her orgasms strikes. She howls, and she pleads, and she revels in the shuddering joy that washes over her. But you’re not slowing down now. You keep on thrusting through the constricting ripples that rush through her vagina. You keep on thrusting as you set off a second orgasm, and then a third and then a fourth.

Somehow, she’s pulled her left wrist from the confines of her top. It’s still entangled on her right wrist, where it flaps around with every thrust of your hips, every plunge of your cock into the depths of her snatch. Niemira’s cries of joy have turned into incomprehensible grunts of rapture.

In the game Gloria screams “Finally.” Then you scream your release. And Niemira screams her loss into a super-orgasm.