Charisse's was a puss Zach had been dreaming about since she had slathered him with lube for Aanya in the greenhouse earlier. It was a particularly puckered up version because of the vibing. Her kegel muscles were strong, and they had been grasping at a nonexistent cock for many minutes by then. When he entered, her whole puss vibrated in shock, and then as he began moving in her, she clamped down tight around him and snapped and thrilled hard. She sang scales, one note per stroke, almost instantly. When the timer rang, she had squeaked out two orgasms and was most of the way up a third. He strongly smelled her spicy chicken scent in the air. He flipped her vibe back up, lubed up again, grabbed one hunk of blonde hair and one hunk of blue hair, and hammered to the hilt into Alexis.
Alexis's quim was a size smaller than Charisse's. Though hers didn't have the incredible tone of Charisse's hole, it had a kind of thrilly, squishy goodness which, combined with her innate tightness, was hard for any man to last very long in. By now, though, Zach was familiar with her wiles. Also, he was doing the Breeding Bitches hard and rough, and he actually preferred soft and deep, where he could really stretch out slowly inside of a woman, feel all of the unique qualities of her hole, whether vagina or rectum, and kegel fully with each stroke. So it was easier for him to stay calm as he was violently slamming them from behind with maximum vigor. Halfway through her five minutes, Alexis cried out in a long, low moan and splashed a thick blob of lady juice onto his scrotum as she orgasmed. By the time he was done, her slutty, fishy, asparagus-laden scent pervaded the room.
Then it was Michaela's turn. Like the other two, there was no way to copulate with her too roughly, so he yanked down her panties, bunched up the back of her blouse in his hands, and slammed into her with all his might. Luckily he was rock hard, because Michaela's tiny puss, a size smaller than even Alexis's, put up an almost painfully tight fight, but it was so good to open her up anyway, hear her grunt which he knew by now was deep satisfaction, and listen to her string of complaints, "You kill my tubes and rip all my babies you..." and then a string of very nasty sounding Bulgarian cursing. Michaela had to stop cursing to howl out an orgasm, and then continued to talk more softly in Bulgarian. Zach could feel Michaela tensing, opening, and shaking, readying to squeeze and twist out the pulses of her next orgasm with her taut cunt. He smelled her strong, healthy, tart scent underneath Alexis's fishy scent.
It was then that Zach lost it with a "RAAAA!!" and felt her clamp down and then flutter in mutual orgasm as one nice big hot squirt of semen scoured the back of her quim.
A moment later, the timer rang, and Michaela said in a voice glowing with satisfaction, "Is more like Bulgarian roulette; I win." For her prize, Zach fed her a bite-sized chocolate heart. Then he made sure all three girls were topped up with water and made sure their quims were universally slick with lube. Then the game began again.
Zach played two more rounds with the girls, and Michaela won all three times, so it was truly Bulgarian roulette. He was a little disappointed; he'd wanted to climax and ejaculate so badly into Charisse, but he trusted he would make good on his next chance to cum in her at noon tomorrow. However, he knew only too well the words of Horace, "Seize the day, trusting in tomorrow as little as possible." He thought he was probably falling for Charisse. It was a bit easier for him to objectify her when she was all turned around and tied up like this, but all the same. It helped to divert himself by looking at the nature girl's big pale white ass contrasting her tanned back, begging for a spank, her tight pucker winking and begging for a good hard buggering, and her radiant smile and mischievous eyes looking back towards him. He must soak this in and enjoy it while it lasted.
The three agreed this had been good fun, and better than riding and squeezing their orgasms out of an exhausted Zach at the end of the day. After the game, he spanked the laughing three out of his building as quickly as politeness allowed and settled down for an hour-long nap.
(To be continued)
