I came hard. And then I did again. My body shook all the way from my cunt to the top of my head. It was natural and pure reflex. I couldn't stop c...umming. Nothing had prepared me for this! My mind was breaking with every wave that hit me from her tongue fucking me. s**ttered images and feelings replaced thoughts. Everything was alive inside me except my brain, which seemed to be controlled by Stacey's tongue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk" was the only word I could form in my mind.. Her smile was beatific, ecstatic. I gripped myself then, knowing I probably wouldn't even need to stroke-- what with the all the beauty and the raw, natural sensuality on display before me-- but I was hurting and impatient and feeling that string pull tight inside again was welcome-- even though it hurt enough to make me wince this time. I beat off over them, slowly, enduring that now-familiar sensation of pleasure so intense that it was tough to feel the orgasm coming on, fighting to keep my. I still felt weak and my ass and dick were sore. As for my balls they felt bruised and were full and blue. When I went to my next session Stacy and Laura were there and were with a third women who they said was Megan she was a pretty girl with a slim body, long legs, pert breasts and a long blonde hair. To my horror I saw that they were all wearing low cut tops which left their breasts half exposed. I felt instantly weak and when Laura pretending to straighten her top touched herself I knew I. The pleasure is becoming quite intense and I needed to get inside her. It seemed she wanted me inside here also as she reached her hand forward and begin stroking my cock, sending me the universal signal that she was ready for me. I straddled over her ready to go missionary, however she had another idea."No, not like this," she said as she turned onto all fours, giving me a very nice view of her rounded ass and her juicy lips. I was happy to oblige. I slide into her dripping pussy gradually.