The Second Round of the Orgy

Gloria insists that the next game can’t begin until she’s actually skewered herself on your cock. Before that she concentrates on sucking and fondling your dick back to erection. No face fucking this time, just gentle sucking. She even lets Belka and Anna crawl between your legs and take a taste. Only when you’re hard does she finally straddle you and slide herself down your pole. Then the games begin again.

Gloria’s action is slow and sultry. She lets you divest her of her t-shirt, so you can feast upon her wondrous breasts. She takes it slow because she knows there’s almost no chance that you’re blowing your load inside her this soon after shooting one into Niemira. So it’s all about pleasure with minimal energy cost for her. That’s fine by you. You let her set the pace. The girls are on the second heat by the time she has her first orgasm. She has a second during the final, just coming down as Nekane celebrates her victory.

“To be continued,” Gloria whispers into your ear as she slides off. You playfully slap her tits.

“Do we all get that?” Nekane asks. “Or is it only those who are topless?”

“Why don’t you take your top off and see?”

Nekane’s quick to remove her top, not that it was doing much good in hiding her magnificent globes. In a household full of wonderful breasts, Nekane has the biggest. Whenever they’re released, you can’t help but reach up and grab them, and mould them, and tease them, and lick them, and slap them. The way they ripple to each tender and untender caress is a wonder of nature. You grab her. Pull her towards you. Bury your face in her soft, warm flesh. You shake your head vigorously, while you make a raspberry sound. Her tits slap your face. Her laughter fills the air.

It turns into shrieks as you stand, lifting her up. She throws her legs around your waist. She throws her arms around your neck. You carry on shaking your head between her tits as vigorously as you dare. Any more energetically and you’re liable to give yourself a black eye. But it’s worth it.

You pivot and drop her onto the sofa. Her shrieks grow louder, now with a faint hint of fear in them. But you’re in control. The drop is fast, but never dangerous. She lands on her back among the cushions. You pull away to look down upon her giggling, flushed face. Her black hair fans out across the cushions. Her brown eyes are filled with expectation. You line your cock with her love canal. Then you slide yourself in. She’s hot and wet and **** for you.

“Si, si, si, si, si,si,” Nekane screams into the room.

You take a few seconds to kneel in the couch, between her thighs, adjust your stance, let her grab a cushion to wedge beneath her hips so her groin is raised. Then you lean down, grab her breasts, use them as the pivot for your weight, and start your thrusting. No slow and smooth now, just fast and frantic and needy.

Her eyes don’t leave your eyes until her first orgasm hits. Then they flutter to white as she sends glories to her god in Spanish.

You don’t care about that. It’s been days since you’ve enjoyed this pussy, and you’re going to enjoy it to the full while you can. There’s no relenting while she shimmers to her pleasure. You continue to pound. A second orgasm. A third. Each time the ministrations of her love canal on your shaft are like a **** addict’s high. If you hadn’t cum so recently, you’d have been shooting another load inside her. As it is, all you can give now is pure physical pleasure and you’re going to give her as much as you can. This could go on for eternity, but Sarka is standing over the two of you, tapping you on the shoulder, her blue eyes filled with lust.

“My turn,” she tells the two of you.

You pull out of Nekane and she whimpers at your disappearance. Sarka doesn’t give her any time to recover. She rolls Nekane off the sofa, only giving her enough time to catch her fall and not hurt herself. Once on the floor, Nekane crawls towards the other girls, on their beanbags in their various states of dress. Gloria is jiggling the bag of balls in Nekane’s direction.

“Got to get back. Got to win a game,” Nekane is mumbling as she crawls away, her red raw pussy a beacon behind her.

“I thought you’d be Gloria,” you stated. “Not that I’m disappointed,” you quickly add.

Sarka smiles. “Yes, well, she deliberately lost. Not very subtle about it.” She deliberately lost because she knows you’re unlikely to blow your load in the next girl either. She’s showing her superiority in Mario Kart.

Sarka, meanwhile, looks around the sofa, you kneeling on it, the scatter of cushions, scattered more as Nekane had crawled off. “How do you want me?”

“How about doggy?”

Her blue eyes glitter at the prospect. She quickly mounts the sofa, kneels and thrusts her ass towards you. The disadvantage of doggy is that you don’t get a full view of her perfectly circular breasts bouncing as you fuck her. The advantage of doggy is you get to see her wonderful tight ass, the pussy lips gleaming in the centre waiting to be split by you. It soon is. You slide in and pause revelling in the hot wet tightness encasing your cock.

Your pause is not welcomed by Sarka. She starts to rock back and forth. “Hey, what are you doing?” you state, and slap her ass. “I decide how you’re fucked. I’m in control.” You slap her ass again and she stops her sliding, but only for a moment. She can’t help herself. You stay motionless and she has to rock back and forth. You hold her hips. She continues to wiggle within your grip. The tight confines of her pussy rub against your shaft. There’s only one way to keep her motionless. You pull out completely. As you withdraw, she tries to rock back to keep you in. You grasp the smooth globes of her ass cheeks and stop her.

“Put it back in,” Sarka moans, looking back at you, her blue eyes filled with desperation.

“I’m in control. No movement. Understand.”

“Yes, put it back in.”

You slap her clit with your dick head. You run it several times through her folds. She’s soaking. Her desire dribbling down your shaft. She can’t help but twitch at your teasing. You slide yourself back in, and she moans in satisfaction. This time, though, you don’t pause once you’re fully encased. You start to pump.

You’re lost in the wonders of sex. Feeling her first orgasm try to milk you. It’s too soon for that. You compete with the pulsing of her hole. Sarka tries to stay still, but she can’t, not with the pleasure she’s receiving, not with her desperation for more. Each inadvertent motion of her body is countered with a slap of her ass, first her left cheek, then her right. But that just gives her more joy. Her second orgasm leaves her a moaning mess, incapable of propping herself on the armrest with her elbows. Her knees would have given way, but you’re holding her hips to keep her stance just right, and you hold them tighter now. Her third orgasm is only interrupted by the presence of Gloria. She doesn’t tap Sarka, because Sarka wouldn’t notice. She places her hand on your chest and pushes you back. You lean back until your dick slides out of Sarka.

“This appears ready for me,” Gloria announces.