Yes, and yes.

You tell Amber, “You’d better stop—I’m about to cum.” With a last “glarghh!” she pulls off, leaving you quivering on the precipice of release. Your focus of vision expands, and you suddenly realize that every one of the six women in front of you is working on fingering herself to orgasm. Every one of them is also playing with a nipple to speed themselves along. Rowan, Rhiannon, and Charlanne each settled for putting a hand in her bra. Nina pulled both her tits out, leaving her hanging free. Lara took advantage of the mesh and has been pulling and twisting her nipple right through it, to the point that the fabric is starting to give. Meagan just scrapped her bra altogether. None of them notice when Amber stops—they’re all too far gone.

In a few moments, a wave of moans and screams sweeps the room, and one after another the audience members come to. Amber has continued stroking and teasing your cock, keeping you poised on your agony in the full majesty of your manhood. “Ahh, fuck, that was hot!” Meaghan says. When they notice how long and thick you’ve gotten, a look of absolute hunger fills their faces. Nina actually looks like she might cum again just from the sight of your fuckpole.

“Back off, girls—he’s mine,” Amber says firmly. She stands up, helps you to your feet, grabs you by the dick, and drags you up the stairs. She throws you on the bed and tears off her panties, tossing the ruined rag on the floor. She straddles your waist, positions your cockhead just inside her flowing honeypot, and slams herself down hard. You’re both so keyed up, that’s all it takes. You thrust up to meet her as she drops, and as soon as your hips crash together, you erupt in simultaneous orgasm. She screams in triumph as you roar in ecstasy, your climaxes howling through you. A vast pressure like a great hand squeezes your cock, while an equally vast pressure blows out its tip, sending a great geyser of cum deep into Amber’s welcoming body.

She wobbles on top of you, then collapses forward. “I don’t think . . . I want to do that again . . .” she gasps, “but . . . that was . . . intense.”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “All yours. All for you.” Amber holds you close and snuggles into your shoulder while your cock deflates and your hearts slow to normal. Then she starts to laugh. “What?” you ask.

“Give me a minute to catch my breath . . .” she says. “Then tell you what . . . you strip the bed and toss the sheets in the laundry hamper—let them take care of them—and I’ll go downstairs and get your clothes.”

You start to giggle. Once you can control yourself enough to speak, you say, “Deal.”