The Sunday Orgy Begins

Despite being on top of you, Gloria has managed to pull your trousers and your boxers down, releasing your burgeoning erection. One of her small hands reaches down to grip it, to tug it, to entice it to its full extent. She’s rubbing her pussy lips against it. You stop her by placing a hand on her chest and pulling back so you can look straight into her yearning eyes.

“Handjob. Blowjob. Titjob. No pussy,” you tell her.

You can see the pain those words cause. But you can also see the understanding. She pulls herself away. Her hand returns to your cock. Then she slowly slides off your lap. Between your knees, pushing them apart as she slides, until she’s kneeling before you. Her eyes are fixed on your penis. She leans in and kisses its head. Tender kisses to start with. Kisses that slide down your shaft. Then back up. The passion growing stronger. The kisses transform into licks. Long, slow slurps of the underside of your cock, to set it bouncing in pleasure. A swirl of the tongue around your head. And then she’s taking it into her mouth. Just the head to start off with, so her tongue can play with the frenulum, so her hand can run up and down its wet length. You groan as much to tell her you’re enjoying it as in actual pleasure.

You’re momentarily distracted by the movement of the other girls. The first heat is over, with Morgane and Niemira having won. The players for the second heat are taking their places. Belka has to be coaxed to take her controller. She’s engrossed watching Gloria give you head.

“Sorry, I’m…” she tries to apologise.

“Don’t be,” Sybil replies. “If you pay too much attention, you’ll get too horny to play straight. Try and ignore it. The best solution is to win a game and then you’ll get a ride on it.”

The controller is thrust into Belka’s hand, and she tears her gaze from Gloria sucking you off and to the screen. Most of the girls turn their attention from you and Gloria back to the action of the game. Except Anna, who keeps on watching you, probably because she’s already out, and she’s watching you to motivate herself to improve. And Lucy, who’s sitting in the corner, slumped, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten by the sight of Gloria’s blowjob.

You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling. One wet mouth slobbering over your cock. It’s not as common as it used to be. You’re almost more used to two mouths administering pleasure. Two tongues running up and down either side of your shaft. One mouth enticing the head while another sucks the balls. Memories of three mouths worshipping your phallus spring to mind. You’re tempted to start such an orgy. Call the two losers from the first heat over to help Gloria. No. That’s not the rules of the orgy. For the Sunday Orgy you only have one girl at a time, it’s just you work your way through them. They have to earn your cock. They have to win for you to give them pleasure. You win whoever wins.

Those thoughts have made you hornier. Gloria’s sucking is wonderful, but you want more. You can’t have her pussy yet. But you can make more use of her mouth. You lean over and place your hands either side of her face. Her eyes widen as you do so. You hold her head there and start thrusting, face fucking her. You’re going deeper than she’s expecting, entering her throat, deeper than you’ve ever gone before. She’s gagging. She’s choaking. You don’t care. You want the tightness of her throat. Growing tighter as she struggles for air. Slobber slipping over your balls. Only when her face grows crimson, do you release her.

She pulls back gasping for air, slobber tumbling down her chin. There’s pain now mixed with the desire in Gloria’s eyes. She’s hurt by your actions, but you can tell she’s also even more turned on.

“God, that was hot,” Sybil tells you. She and Belka have forgotten they’re playing the game and are just straight out staring at the two of you. In fact the only two still engrossed in the game are Sarka and Nekane, who are crossing the finishing line and then turning to watch.

But not for long. The four girls in the final are all **** to begin, so 1 of them can enjoy the true pleasure of the orgy. So it’s Sarka and Nekane from the 2nd qualifier against Morgane and Niemira from the 1st.

Gloria, having recovered her breath, returns to your groin. But she’s not risking your penis just yet. She starts by licking the drool that has gathered on your balls. Licking the drool with further saliva. Then sucking on one ball. Encasing it fully in her mouth, so her tongue can tickle the underside. Then the other. Then she returns to the head and the shaft. You let her get comfortable. Then you reach down and hold her face again.

This time she’s prepared for it. When you reach down, she takes a deep breath. She’s ready for each thrust. She’s ready to open her throat and let your cock slide down it. She’s ready, so this time you can slide all the way in, your balls touching her teeth. When her face returns to a crimson shade is when you pull out again. She pulls back gasping. Her black t-shirt is stained with her spittle. The damp patches cling to her breasts. She should have taken it off, but it’s too late now.

You’re disturbed by Sarka standing over you. She taps Gloria on the shoulder to get her attention. “Thanks for getting him worked up, but it’s my turn now.”