My guess was right as the tip of a cock was now rubbing my entrance while my little devil Christelle was pulling my lips apart to keep me open. Not only had she earlier copiously "spermed" my inner sanctum with her fingers but she was now inviting a guest to enter my warm vagina. I froze as the sexual meaning of our game was flowing through my mind and body. Feeling my excitation and expectation, my unknown would be lover, guided by Christelle, pushed his cock forward and easily entered my well-oiled birth canal. I reasoned that as I was already smeared with seed inside, another penis would not change much. But the image of this new unknown cock pushing the semen of Dominique and Pietro further down my canal instantly raised my libido three notches. I tried to guess whom the invading organ belonged to and immediately came to the conclusion that it could be anyone... but Yves, my hubby. I know him too well, his gestures, his typical moves, his noises, his whispers and this did not fit. First, maybe this was more powerful, maybe the tip of the cock was thicker, Second, the grasp of his hands on my hips was stronger almost pinching the flesh and third, as my lover was now going in and out I could clearly feel his balls slapping at my pubis. Yves has them very tight when we fuck. So it must have been Frédéric but I was not sure. And once again I thought how incredibly erotic it was to make love with a total unknown stranger and without any barrier, condom or diaphragm and without even the faintest idea of the color of his skin!
I had to take care of Pietro and was, although a bit distracted by my now very deep fucking, trying to give him a decent blow job. He must have appreciated as I could feel in my hand and my mouth his fully erect penis still growing. As he started jabbing at my mouth, I knew he was close. Using my hand, I increased the pressure on the basis of his cock. He grunted and at the moment when I just had my lips on his tip sent me a volley of sperm. I quickly pulled him out of my mouth and bent his cock down towards Christelle's open and glistening pink pussy lips. He understood my move and almost fell against me pushing his tip against Christelle's bare and slick vulva. I contemplated his ejaculation while holding him with my hand between her lips knowing that some if not all of his semen would go inside her. He pulsed five or six times and I could feel his strong contractions between my fingers. He finally pulled back leaving her pussy smeared with the whitish substance of his cum. It was everywhere, on her pubis, between her lips, on her thighs, on my fingers and on my lips from his first contractions. The smell was strong, a smell of abundant fresh sperm. I was holding my sweet revenge and slowly introduced one, two and finally three fingers as deep as possible inside Christelle, pushing Pietro's semen as deep as I could. Finally, as a good part was inside, I lowered my lips and added a wad of saliva mixed with the first volley of sperm he had at first shot into my mouth.
I was about to have an orgasm as I felt Christelle's tongue on my clit while my lover was now accelerating. She certainly knew what I had been doing and was uttering words I could not understand, probably to encourage my lover to come deep in me but maybe just saying that she was herself climaxing. I applied my mouth to her very hard clit and proceeded to suck it lovingly. I loved her taste, a blend of feminine and male perfumes. She bucked a few times and I then heard her scream her pleasure. I put my index inside her and could feel her orgasmic contractions which just started mine and took me through the roof. I exploded into an incredible climax and just had enough conscience left to hear some animalistic grunts and feel the powerful spasms of my invader's sex spurting his semen deep against my cervix. I closed my eyes and let my head fall on Christelle's wet and warm pussy. I did not want to know who had filled my own, whose cells were now at work in my womb after being sucked by the contractions of my cervix. I was just in a post orgasmic state, completely spent but in a world of total bliss.
We stayed there for a while, my lips against Christelle's pussy and her mouth under my own vulva, probably enjoying on her lips the oozing semen of my unknown lover. We finally woke up, I turned around and looked. Yves was nowhere to be seen, and I vaguely saw Frédéric making love to a blond girl around another bed. So it was definitely not him either! I turned around, looked at Christelle, kissed her, caressed her dark hair and put my hand on her firm breast. She would know who had fucked me but did I really want to know? The genes in those cells would possibly lead to a white or a colored baby? I had to know but how could I be sure that she would tell me the truth?
