The events described herein immediately follow the end of my previous story, "Cunnilingus Challenge," in which I was blindfolded and tied to the four posts of our king-size bed, where I correctly identified my wife and her two best friends as they took turns riding my face to orgasm.
Technically, the challenge ended with my perfect score after the first round, as per our agreement, but when a second helping of tasty female nectar was offered, I was certainly up for it, so to speak. Round two was not so much a challenge as a victory lap, and I dutifully lapped up everything my three favorite vixens had between their sexy legs!
My wife was the first to provide a second taste of her sweet wares, and I dove right in where I had only recently left off, exploring her vagina with my tongue while tickling her clitoris with my nose. She held my head with both hands and rocked slowly to a rhythm I recognized from the countless hours we have spent in this position, giving me equal access to every part of her succulent female anatomy as I slowly and deliberately drove her to a second orgasm with my ever-curious lips and tongue. Although it arrived gradually, her moment of ecstasy was the most amazing thing I had tasted all evening, and left my face slick with an intoxicating combination of sweat, saliva, and mouthwatering female exudate as we both panted shamelessly. After dismounting, she wiped my chin and cheeks with her finger and allowed me to suck the delicious remnants of her orgasm, then rubbed her nose back and forth across mine and cleared the way for my next treat.
I recognized Katie immediately and promised myself to bring her as much joy with my mouth as she was providing me with her succulent prize.
To go off on a bit of a tangent, I would like to explain why I am so enamored by Katie. First of all, Katie is the nicest of the three ladies; that is not to say they aren't all nice, because they are, especially if they read this! But Katie, and this is difficult for me to put into words, to meet her anyplace else, she is the type of person one would least expect to partake of the sorts of debauchery which have become commonplace inside of our bedroom. And that is one reason it excites me so much when I get to see, and experience, the nymphomaniacal sexual vamp she hides beneath her sweet librarian exterior. I liken it to the quiet thrill of catching a glimpse of a woman's panties as she crosses her legs, or her brassiere as she leans forward, even if, or maybe especially if she is a stranger. And one need not be a pervert to understand the lure of the forbidden. I count myself extremely fortunate to be able to explore Katie's secret recesses with my mouth and tongue, and bring her pleasure in ways otherwise enjoyed exclusively by her lover, Liz.
Katie's second ride upon my face was every bit as magical as her first, and I think I speak for both parties. I varied my pace in concert with her empowering squeaks and squeals, savoring every drop of her sweet honey and forcing myself to prolong her orgasm over several minutes while she alternately raised and lowered her sumptuous delights. When she finally surrendered to my curious tongue, she slid herself down my body and rested her head on my chest for just a moment before kissing me softly on the lips and licking her sexy trail from my chin and neck.
"I know who's next," I whispered, acknowledging that I would soon be tasting the vagina she gets to enjoy every night, "and I'll do you proud!"
She kissed me again and touched the tip of my nose with her finger, as if granting her approval, then climbed off of the bed.
Even if I hadn't known Liz was next, there was no mistaking her womanly musk, somehow more erotic the second time she squatted on my mouth.
Her muscular thighs gripped my face tightly, and she began to buck almost immediately, while I was just beginning to enjoy her prominent clitoris. I entered her vagina with my tongue and tried to explore her depths, but she repositioned herself in such a way as to demand my attention on her external genitalia. I filled my mouth with her swollen labia, sucking and nibbling her luscious flesh while using the soft underside of my tongue to continue teasing her clitoris.
She held my head with her hands, riding and guiding my face while I enjoyed her exquisite womanhood, both of us moaning quietly.
We maintained our position for what seemed like a very long time, until I began to wonder if I was providing her any pleasure at all, when a sudden deluge of fluid filled my mouth and nose among wails of pleasure from Liz and spontaneous giggles from my wife and Katie, who were apparently watching the action quite attentively.
I drank as much of Liz and I could, and continued to kiss and lick the wet space between her legs earnestly as she slowly rose from her perch.
"That was fantastic!" she whispered breathlessly as she used her skilled tongue to lap the remnants of her explosive orgasm off of my dripping face, adding, "Sorry about the mess."
I read one time that about ninety-eight percent of the fluid expelled by a woman during orgasm is urine, but that knowledge did nothing whatsoever to diminish the extreme rush of libido I experienced as my wife's voluptuous friend nearly drowned me with her sudden release.
It was actually a tremendous compliment that I could bring such a degree of pleasure to a woman, using only my tongue, as to incite an orgasmic flood, and I wanted another dose!
But more than that, after licking and sucking my beautiful wife and her two best friends to a combined six orgasms, I urgently needed to expel what felt like a gallon of semen aching in my loins, and I think the women could sense as much.
My wife lifted the blindfold from my eyes, and I blinked a few times as my pupils adjusted to the illumination of a dozen candles nearly encircling our bed. She knelt on our bed, straddling my legs, flanked by Liz and Katie on either side, and all three looked radiant!
Without a word being spoken, all three removed their blouses and skirts, slowly and seductively, and huddled around me in their exquisite, candle-lit, naked beauty.
I remained fully dressed except for my shoes, bound at all four points to the posts of our king-size bed, and straining conspicuously against the crotch of my pants. Needless to say, my libido, already at fifteen on a ten-scale, rose to twenty at the licentiousness of being tied down at the mercy of three sexy, naked nymphs, and they certainly knew it!
