Liza's room

I go upstairs, gently push open the door to Liza's room, and discover the source of the screams.

Felice is lying in the middle of the room, screaming with delight, while two other girls who look like clones double-penetrate her with strap-ons. "Must be the Harris twins," I suppose.

"Hello Mr. Williams, I'm Beth," a black-haired olive-skinned beauty, dressed in a matching yellow haltertop and boyshorts greets me. "Do you want to join the fun?" she asks as she continues eating Liza's pussy. Beth is on all fours while Liza is reclining on the bed.

"Just call me John for tonight," I reply. "Well, I was just trying to get some sleep."

"Hey guys," Liza says authoritatively. "Stop whatever you are doing and let's help John here get some rest." I am immediately pushed to the middle of the bed as different hands pull at my nightclothes and tear them off me.

"To keep this fair, we'll have just twenty thrusts for each, then everyone goes back for another twenty." Liza says as she mounts my cock with her well-lubricated pussy. She slowly moves up and down, with her pelvic muscles doing their best to squeeze out my cum.

Before I go over the edge, she moves out and gives way to one of the twins. "Your turn Jane," Liza says. After inserting my hardened rod into her tight pussy, Jane does the reverse cowgirl position and rapidly pumps my cock.

"I have to be lubricated since I'm next," says Jean, the other twin, as she positions her pussy over my face. I am **** to give it a good licking, as Jane continues her unabated pumping. "You've gone beyond twenty," says Jean as she tries to push her twin off me.

Jane ignores the protest and continues a steady beat. "I'm about to cum," I say weakly. The other girls finally push her off my cock just before I start releasing small shots of cum. They rush to get a mouthful and lick my limp dick clean.

The other girls complain about not getting their turn. Liza's reassurance, "We still have two nights with him," were the last words I hear before I drift into oblivion.

After a few hours of deep sleep, I awaken and realize that I am not in my room. I look around and see my torn nightclothes amid a pile of unfolded boyshorts and haltertops. The room appears quiet and I don't see Liza or any of her friends. However, I can hear the splashing of water from the shower room.