"Can I suck your balls?" Mary asked softly without looking up at me.
"Mmmm! Please," I replied as I saw that Jean already had Rick's cock in her mouth, and saw Pat move behind her, hesitating a moment and then lying on her back. Jean understood immediately and spread her legs, letting Pat move between them. Rick gave me a glance and began to drop to his knees, letting Jean kneel lower.
Mary had sucked one of my balls into her mouth and was massaging it with her tongue, humming, and I moaned in response to the nice vibration as I saw Trish behind Mary, watching what Pat had done and then doing the same. Mary was surprised, releasing my ball and looking down between her legs when she felt Trish between her calves and then her hands on her ass.
"You want to do that?" she asked, but was already making space between her knees for Trish, and we both followed her urging Mary to lower her hips. As I dropped to my knees, Mary murmured:
"Oh, this is going to be good," and then her lips slipped around my cock, and she moaned as Trish found her pussy, and continued occasionally to moan as her tongue discovered the funny place, apparently enjoying it, and I sure was, also the way her fingers were fondling my balls. I reached down and found Mary's breasts - firm and round, her stiff nipples caught between my fingers.
Then there was nothing to do but enjoy it, what Mary was doing, of course, and her response to what I could hear Trish was doing, and watching Jean and Pat, whose fingers seemed to be competing with Rick's to fondle Jean's nipples. For a moment, my hand left Mary's breast and urged her to move her head on him. She nodded and then didn't need any more encouragement, eagerly bobbing her head, experimenting with how deep she could take him, but then holding still with a shiver and gasp when Trish distracted her, which happened often enough to keep me from coming as soon as I might have otherwise.
When I remembered to look, it seemed that the situation was about the same for the other three. Jean had made a good suggestion, and Pat and Trish had picked the best alternative.
Then Mary was becoming more aroused, almost biting me when Trish did something good - no, better! But that was arousing for me, too, not so much her biting as the infectious recognition that she was so aroused. My hips began to move, and she held him with one hand to keep him from going too deep as my movement took over from that of her head.
"Tighter," I murmured.
She understood, not just holding him tighter but also sucking and licking more vigorously, understood that I wanted to come, moving her hand on him - or me moving him in her firm grasp. Maybe Trish understood, too; there were no more interruptions in Mary's attention, also clutching my tight scrotum.
I began to moan, wanting to come, but also wanting to prolong the exquisite sensations Mary was giving me, obviously aware of how aroused she was making me, trying to do everything she could to make me come, wanting me to, wanting me to come in her mouth.
I did! Again and again spurting in her eager mouth, and she wanted it, receiving them with aroused moans of her own until I had to hold her head still. She drew it back and little and let me feel her tongue moving, not so much on him as moving the creamy liquid around in her mouth. A "born cocksucker" I thought as I enjoyed the sensation, but didn't like the expression in reference to Mary.
Then she must have swallowed; she let him slip from between her lips and smiled up at me. I returned her smile with an appreciative "Mmmm." She nodded, but then started with an "Oooh!" - her eyes widening and then closing as her expression changed.
Suddenly it occurred to me that Trish could probably see that Mary had released him. For sure, she had started again, and girls knew what was best for each other, but Pat and Trish weren't getting any ... Mary was still holding my cock, but it didn't look like she was aware of it any more - and it wasn't much to hold by then. Her expression clearly said that she was only aware of what Trish was doing in her pussy.
Pat was nearer than Trish. Mary let go of my cock as I move away, glancing at me and then glancing down at the top of Trish's head between her thighs. As I got between Pat's thighs - already drawn up - I heard an emphatic "uhnn" of recognition, and she let her thighs flop open.
Nice pussy, this was going to be good, I thought as I stretched out, looking at it as I moved closer, nice pussy, already a little aroused. Didn't I get an erection when I was eating a pussy? Of course, it was also arousing for girls. Just before I made contact, it occurred to me that Jean might be trying to let Rick hold off so that they could come at the same time; she had enough experience to do that, but maybe now she would let him come first so that he could do it to Trish.
As thoughts, not so many words were necessary, only taking a second or two before I had my mouth on Pat's pussy.
"Uhnn!" I heard again, and she rocked her pelvis up. If it wasn't before, it had become aroused in anticipation when she recognized what I wanted to do, my tongue sliding up between her lips and discovering that they were already nice and slippery.
No more juicy details - no, one later. Jean did make Rick come, and he did attend to Trish, and then Mary and Jean gave themselves up to their own orgasms - someone shushed Mary. They flopped down, freeing Pat's and Trish's heads and letting them draw their thighs up, rocking their hips up to give us more access, and we used it.
Remembering how Geerta had eaten Marga, I slipped one and then two fingers into Pat's slippery hole, much to her delight. As my thumb rubbed below it, I recalled Jean's wanting me to rub her asshole, and did that, too. Pat was surprised, responding with a surprised "Oooh!" when she first felt it, but after a second or two, she added an aroused "Uhn-hnnn!" and then she was starting to lose all control, gasping as her thighs twitch, and then muffling her mouth with her wrist as she came with spasms.
I was very pleased with my success - and did have another erection. As I looked up while Pat was recovering, I saw that Trish was also just lying there and breathing deeply. I had completely forgotten about them in my concentration on Pat, overheard any noises, but it looked like she had also gotten what she deserved.
Jean and Mary had long since recovered and were sitting up, apparently had been watching us, and seemed impress, Mary, at least, who mouthed a just audible "Wow!" Jean's snort and nod suggest that she agreed.
"God, that was good!" Pat murmured, and took a couple of more deep breaths. Then she snorted and asked:
"Where did you learn that? From the Dutch girls."
"Um-hmm. One showed us. ... Well, she was doing it, I just saw her doing it."
"To the other one? ... Of course."
"And the other, from Jean, my thumb."
Jean looked amused. She couldn't have seen that, but understood. Pat snorted again, and then glanced over at her with another snort and smiled and said:
"Thanks, ... - Hm-hmm! - I'll remember."
"What?" Mary asked.
Pat and I sat up, and then Rick and Trish did, also looking a little curious after Mary's question. But then she seemed find the answer by herself and murmured:
"Oh, that? With your thumb? ... Hmm! Like Jean said last night? We heard that. Um-hmm, then Rick did, too. That sure was a surprise, but then good."
Rick chuckled, but Trish seemed even more curious then and asked:
"What?"
The rest of us glanced at each to see if anyone wanted to tell her. After a moment, Rick - perhaps as her most recent partner responsible for intimate details - explained:
"Jean asked him to rub her asshole. ... I should have done that, too, ... now. Apparently Pat also liked it."
"Oh," Trish replied, looking surprised.
"I do, too," Mary volunteered, with a pleased expression, as though she were proud she was among the more experienced. Trish just snorted with a wry smile.
There was a pause in the conversation. I suddenly saw Mary with fresh eyes, seeing her again like the first time I had seen her lovely breasts, recognizing now that they seemed to swell out past the sides of her ribcage. Yes, they did, slightly; I remembered feeling that when I had slid my hands down to hold them. I don't expect that my looking at her was the reason for her changing the subject, but she did:
