Here we are again. He’s so… something. We don’t really know what it is, but it is compelling. On our knees before him, with our heads either hovering in front of him or resting against his thigh. We are leaning in, curiously investigating the bulge in his black pants. Before we know it, he places his hand on it and teases it in front of us. We want it. Patience is key, though. We wouldn’t want to be denied our prize, and that is a real danger if we were to lunge toward our desires as we want to.
We are wet. All of us. We can smell it, and so can he. We like what’s happening right now. The tease is half of the experience. He is so pretty. We want him. Perhaps we even need him, now that we are here. It’s been so long, and we have missed him.
Everything here is right. Our patience is paying off. He is massaging himself tantalizingly through his slacks. The mischief in his eyes has turned to lust. He wants us just as much, so slowly – very slowly – he pinches the tab of his pants’ zipper between two fingers, and lowers it. He moves it at such low velocity that it doesn’t make a sound.
When his fly is fully opened, his beautiful cock will spring forth of its own volition. It is spectacular. Too big for any of us to be comfortably fucked by, but even so we will thirst for the opportunity. Any one of us would make him feel amazing, but the three of have never failed to make it unbelievable. We know what he has in store for us, so we do our best to weaken him first.
One of us makes the first move, and kisses the tip of it. The next of us makes a far more aggressive move and takes hold of the lengthy, veiny shaft, stroking it toward us. We know it is not coming in the immediate future, but we halfway swoon in anticipation of his inevitable and forceful orgasm. It is of unparalleled appeal to us. The way he moves, and moans and yells loudly through the ceiling and into the sky as he approaches the end.
The sheer, overwhelming eroticism of this moment is nearly stimulation enough to climax. Well, not really, but sometimes it feels that way, which is part of what we love so much about situations like this. That, and our desires to please him and see him pleased by us. Two of us turn to each other, take more intentional grip of our bodies and kiss while the other takes the head of him into our mouth, engulfing him fully while we continue to stroke him.
Now we are making out with each other with great intensity and at high speed. We are performing pretty incredibly, if his erratic breath and wordless voice are any indication. The way we kiss each other is not just to turn him on, but it isn’t a bad side effect. He is staring at us, enjoying every second of our display while he enjoys the sensations of our tongues on his cock.
Eight hands roam four bodies, taking hold of breast, ass, and throat wherever it is found. Nails slide ticklishly over skin until we can take no more, then turn to claws, dragging hard across our flesh. Red lines surface in their wake. We shiver and sigh, enjoying ourselves immensely.
The scene we are creating must be having an effect on him. His tone has altered. It’s changing in a way we recognize, too. His is a deep, echoing, vibrant voice, but here with us, it can be different. Once or twice he has emitted sounds of orgasmic pleasure which bordered on a legitimate shriek. He doesn’t filter himself the way he is so used to doing.
“Fuck!” He yells loudly at the sensations and spectacles before him. His exclamations of joy are rich with conviction. We love when he tells us how good we feel, no matter how he does it.
One of us smiles and says in a teasing voice “Mmmm… Feeling so good so soon?”
“You are just better at this every time we see each other.”
“Well, we learn from experience, just like you do.”
“Have you had lots of experience since last I saw you, then?”
Two of us respond in unplanned unison, “So much.”
After a momentary pause, everyone has a bit of a laugh at that. Everyone here enjoys the comedy of things which are funny because they’re true. Throughout the conversation, we keep touching ourselves, touching each other, and touching him. We are a deeply entwined, serpentine knot writhing erotically at his feet. He loves us, and he loves this blowjob – every single time he gets it. At this point, it has become something of a ritual, almost like a ceremonial greeting.
We trade off on his cock, while the other two tease him with one hand, and each other with their others. We are on top of each other in a second, coiling around the third of us to get to the other. A pair of fingers pushes past the resistance of each of our wet pussies. Two tongues intermingle with each other while another slithers up and down his hard shaft with enthusiasm. For a moment it is distracted by the fingers which are now stimulating the core of the body which bears it. As we kiss each other, fuck each other, play with our clits and massage one another inside, our ability to perform is interrupted at erratic intervals, but we are too stubborn to cease either activity.
Another of us takes over. All of us are receiving the pleasure of fingers and tongues now. We are falling in love and getting off and sucking this incredible cock with excitement all not for the first time. We are building endurance. For what, we are never quite sure, but whatever it turns out to be, we know it will be exhausting.
The next few minutes are wonderful. We are laughing, sighing, moaning, reveling in sexuality and generally making erotic merriment. All our tongues must have something to suck on or lick right now. They would feel useless if inactive at a time like this, and that would not do. Everyone smells so good, and tastes so incredible. We love this.
Now the last of us takes an extended turn at the end of his shaft. We take it in our mouths, and run our tongues over the length. At one point two of us each have one of his balls in our mouths while the other blows him, and it makes him grit his teeth and tenses his whole body. A warm, erotic form of joy fills us from the core outward. We could make him cum right now, and that feels so good. We aren’t quite ready for that yet, though.
Instead, one of us slips a finger behind his balls, and touches him in a place we have neglected. He has had his ass fingered many times, but it also makes him nervous every time, and it is so cute. He definitely wants it, but his attitude turns just slightly to that of a naive, if not an inexperienced princess.
“Uhhhn…nggh…aaah!” he moans so loudly that we can clearly discern the phonetics of each mangled syllable. “Fuck, yes. That feels amazing. I love you.”
“Who are you talking to?” we giggle mischievously back at him.
“Aaa… aaah!” His voice is approaching a volume that the neighbors might hear.
We don’t make him respond. “We love you too.”
“Keep going. I’m almost there.”
“But, what if we wanted you to fuck us?” we ask him, wearing our best innocent but whorish eyes.
“That’s not the game we’re playing right now,” he tells us.
“That’s true,” we say to ourselves.
Before our mouths resume their other duties, he speaks only one more word. “Please.”
We are attentive when he uses that tone. He is close, and we know that he wants to cum. We are getting good at this… Or maybe he just hasn’t cum in a while. Regardless, being able to make him feel too good is extremely gratifying, yet we still want to draw this out. As we bring him very slowly closer to the summit with our mouths, our fingers continue working their magic on our wet pussies and tingling clits. We have one of our mouths on his balls, one licking the hard length of his cock, and the last sucks greedily on the head of it.
As we swirl our tongues over his sensitized flesh, he grits his teeth. He holds himself back as he looks down at us. He knows the game we are playing, and he is ready to play with us. Resting his hands on the back of our heads, he pushes forward quickly, leaving one of us to catch up to the new pace. Our mouths are open, and he fucks them. Moving from one to the other, gliding smoothly past our tonsils as he penetrates us. He’s using us, but he knows how to do it without hurting us. That’s not to say that there isn’t any discomfort of course, just that his technique is flawless – where his pleasure is concerned as well as ours. Of course, we make ourselves happy, too…
As he stands above us teasing himself, preparing to cum all over our faces – well, two of us – some of our attention is reserved for ourselves. Fingers slide in and out of each of our slippery pussies, all connected by a web of arms and hands which weaves intricately between us. We feel amazing. It’s hard to tell how hot it is, and how much is just our body temperature rising. We dare not imagine what we’ve done to his.
We are ready now. We would like to see what he has for us. He is moaning with uncomfortable delight. One of us doesn’t want what’s coming, and stands up, then another takes over the work on the tip of him, engulfing it once again and sucking on it intensely, taking it deep enough to gag just a little, then retracting, and repeating.
Our soft breasts touch his legs where we lean on him and press against his back. We are soft, but not delicate. A dextrous hand appears from behind him, and takes a firm grip on his hard shaft. Most of the force of its movement is going toward him, allowing those of us on the ground to perform our jobs better.
He is so close. We can feel it, hear it, and taste it. He is salty, metallic, a little acidic. The way he tenses before he cums is a little hard to believe. He does so with such intensity that his cock almost vibrates. The sound he makes is adorable. It’s half moan, and halfway to hyperventilation, and it makes us feel so good when we hear it.
The sun is setting on this part of the evening. Soon he will be the one hard at work, but before that… He must cum. It is required. When we make him, then he makes us, he is so teased after, and ready to go again. The moment where we decide whether or not to leave him hanging is amongst the most delicious things any of us know.
We are all working to make this happen. Our arms are tired, and our jaws are tired, but we are really just now getting fully turned on. The rest of our night is about to begin, but first, we’ll finish him with our usual enthusiasm.
It begins. His cock throbs, hard. As it happens his mouth opens, and he starts to scream. It starts as a yell, turns higher, then lower. The resonant tone of his voice echoes thunderously, then turns raspy for a moment, and then to silence. The next thing we know, a huge blast of hot cum explodes from his cock.
Cum erupts from him with great volume as we jerk his shaft and suck him off. At first, a mouth is still closed around the head of his cock, and starts to fill with it. We all pull back, and that cum spills, dripping from chin to chest.
The instant his cock is freed, one of our faces is splattered with the hot, white liquid. A moment later, we move his cock and jerk it into another of our faces. When we place the flat of a hand against his throat and nibble on his ear, he relaxes backward. When we apply delicate pressure, he interjects a soft moan into the bellowing.
We reach up and add more hands to the mix, all scrambling for a place on his shaft. One of them abandons its post and places a seal over his mouth instead, enjoying the powerful vibration of his voice muffling against it. At once he is spasming violently and melting completely, as though the cum he is spraying at us so forcefully is all that was holding him together.
He is breathing so hard, deep, hoarse breaths. They’re slow, but speeding up. This is the fun part. Well, this is a fun part. His is so pretty when he just can’t hold back. His skin is dripping with preorgasmic sweat. We can even see it forming as he calls on the last of his endurance, wringing it from himself with great effort. He’s going to need some water…
As we jerk him onto our faces and into our mouths, we look at him with delight, and with great affection. The sticky ropes of cum turn into a thinner spray, but he is still going. We are getting doused today. After another few strokes, the spray of drops fades to a slight drip, and soon he begins to soften. A moment later, we loosen our grip on his throat, and release him. He takes a calmer breath, guarding himself against postorgasmic mental collapse.
We swallow what’s left in our mouths, then open them again so he can see. We greedily look to him, pretending to ask if there is more. It’s silly, but we like it. He always looks just slightly confused, but plays along because it is part of the game.
He smiles and responds to our inquiry, “Later.”
We moan together in exaggerated disappointment, then say “Okay…”
Now that he is finally finished, he drops to his knees – apparently hoping to find his breath closer to the floor. After a short while he does, but before that happens, we stand, and look down at him with devious smiles. We kiss him one after the other, then each other. One of us stands before him, and the other two to his sides. It takes another minute or two for him to recover adequately, but the second he does there is a wide, strong, middle finger in two of us, and his tongue is rolling melodically over a hard, wet clit. Soon it will be our turn to scream.
