The back story is in part 1 of this series so you may want to start there before continuing. The plot (yes,there is a plot) will make more sense if you do.
... continuing on ...
"Well," I said. "Do you think we got pregnant or will you be abusing me some more?"
There was tired laughter from the others at my weak joke. Janine rolled her head back and said, "Not until you get me something to drink at least."
That sounded like a good idea. We were all sweaty and needed to rehydrate. "I'll get us something cold," I offered, standing up. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it back around my waist – not from modesty but just to stop my cock from dripping all over the place.
My legs felt like rubber as I stumbled back into the kitchen. I knew I didn't want any more wine tonight and found some cold fruit mixes instead. I drew glasses of cold water and dropped the mixes in before returning to the sweaty group in the sitting room. They had moved to sit up against the furniture again and reached up to take the proffered drinks with mumbled thanks. No one else was in a towel so I folded mine and placed it beside Janine before I sat down. She leaned over against me and sipped at the drink.
The room reeked of arousal – male and female. Stan's cock lay limply glistening on his thigh and there were dried trails of cum on the girls' thighs. Both of them looked like they'd been making love for hours but when I looked at the clock I saw we'd barely started the evening. Somehow the intensity had made it seem much later than it was.
Janine rolled her head towards me and reached up for a kiss. Our mouths parted and I could taste the bite of the drink over the musty taste of our sex.
"Thank you," she said. "That was really good for me."
"For me too," I replied. I looked over at Stan and Clare who were snuggled together looking as tired as I felt.
"I think they had a good time, too," I added.
Clare laughed at me, "You think?" she asked. "Your old-man-to-be is a pretty good loaner," she said to Janine. Janine smiled back at her.
My heart had returned to normal and I could feel the cool air from the window running across me. "Let me know when you want to go again," I teased taking a drink.
The girls made faces at me and pointedly looked at my limp cock. "Really," asked Clare? "What do you plan on using, hard language?" They giggled.
"I'll have you know there are plans to leave you both quivering and helpless, right Stan?" He nodded and added, "Yeah, I'm going to call in some reinforcements – maybe the local football team or something to help satisfy these two."
The girls squealed in outrage and laughingly attacked him. He didn't try to defend himself very hard and they soon had him knocked over flat, tickling and biting him in delicate places. Their attack also gave me a great view of their naked bodies as they rolled around with him. The girls were encouraging each other with suggestions to smother him in tits. Stan was laughing and mock-protesting their attack. They took turns grabbing his cock which started to rise again. He was kissing and nibbling on whatever he could reach which just increased the giggling by the girls.
My cock started to swell at the views I had presented to me. At one point both girls were trying to lie across Stan to hold him down which presented both their backsides to me. Their still swollen cunts left wet spots on his skin or each other as they wrestled with him and my cock appreciated the views. When the fight rolled towards me I playfully slapped the ass within reach which got me a shocked squeal from Clare.
She spun around and glared at me before abandoning Stan to move towards me. "Striking a poor woman when her back is turned," she said. "There's a penalty for that you know."
I raised both hands and motioned for her to come closer. "Bring it on," I challenged.
Her firm breasts swung below her as she stalked me across the comforter. "You'll have to pay," she said shaking her hair back away from her face. My cock rose harder as she moved closer. I loved it when she used her strength against me and she growled gently at me before suddenly pouncing forward. She caught my cock in her hands and yelled, "Gotcha!"My cock grew quickly in her grasp and she stroked me as I rose up again. She licked her lips and looking over at the others she swung a leg over mine keeping hold of my cock. My cock was slick with Janine's cunt and my cum and she used it to lubricate her strokes. She moved across my hips and held my cock against her opening running the head between her lips.
Leaning forward she said, "You're going to finish in Janine but I want a few strokes of my own before you do." Lowering herself she impaled her cunt on the head of my cock and gasped as it spread her lips.
She was slick and hot and there was little resistance to my entry. Looking down I could see wetness being forced down around my cock as I slid deeper inside her.
I reached up to play with a breast – teasing the nipple up again. Leaning forward I suckled at her breast and she wrapped an arm around my head to pull me closer. Her hips undulated with my cock partly inside her and she made small sounds of pleasure. She worked me deeper and deeper finally settling down fully on my lap. This took her breast too far away for me to kiss so I put both hands out and held a breast in each palm. As she moved they shifted in my hands and I used my thumbs to tweak the nipples.
Her arms were on my shoulders as she moved gently forwards and back on my cock.
"Damn you feel good," she purred. Her eyes peered through half closed lids and she licked her lips before catching the lower one in her teeth. Hot juices flowed from her cunt soaking me under her – I could feel some trickling down between my legs and across my ass.
Behind us Stan and Janine were watching her on me. On one wall a mirror gave me a glimpse of their view. Her round ass cheeks moving forward and back along my thighs as she ground my hard cock inside her. I reached around to cup each cheek and pulled them slightly apart as she moved exposing her small rosebud on each back stroke. Her cheeks quivered as she worked our sex together and drops of sweat started appearing. I slide one hand around her tight backside and started rubbing her asshole gently using her juices for lubrication.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Don't stop .. please don't stop," she begged as the sensations built towards climax.
Stan was fingering Janine as they watched and she was flushed with arousal. Her hand was on Stan and she stroked him steadily. I crooked a finger at them both in invitation and Janine moved closer to us.
