Rachael’s orgasm hit and it hit harder than other two. What was left of her fem cum blasted onto Bailey’s chin as her sphincter clamped down as tight as it could on the invading tongue. She tried to scream but couldn’t and her chest spasmed instead. It took Rachael’s body a moment to register the additional source of pleasure from the fingers and it amplified the crashing orgasm making Rachael’s body arch and crash back down like a whip.
Rachael’s mind was a storm of sensation and pleasure but a part of her still sane exulted in getting what she had wanted for so long. Rickett couldn’t make himself be this rough with her without feeling bad about it. She could always sense his hesitation and it killed the mood. With Bailey… Oh GOD with Bailey she knew Bailey was taking what she wanted and enjoying it and it kept Rachael’s progress to her next orgasm on the brink.
Rachael’s vision started to dip and narrow to points before she felt her head drawing back. She gasped in a lungful of lifegiving air only for Bailey’s scent to swamp her thoughts. She could breath, she could breath and she was going to cum. Without warning, she felt her head shoved back down roughly to the hilt and her thighs clamped down on either side of Bailey’s head. Squeezing uncontrollably, she thrashed as she came again and felt Bailey’s cock in her throat swell. Her head came back a final time and she had no strength to assist or combat the movement as she was pushed down to the hilt.
She could feel the cum pulse up through Bailey’s length and blast deep and hot directly into her stomach. She hadn’t felt claimed so thoroughly in a long time and satisfaction of meeting one of her fantasies rocked her as Bailey withdrew leaving her with a mouthful of thick cinnamon batter that she swallowed greedily. Something about the taste, mixed with the scent so strongly in her nose made her feel dizzy and oh so incredibly satisfied.
Rickett’s chest heaved as he struggled for air. He had secured himself an angle to breath as he unleashed pleasure on Roselyn but each breath was laced with her powerful pheromones that made him feel like he was drowning in her. That she was also drenching him in her love fluid from her chaining orgasms only added to that feeling, and he absolutely loved it. He couldn’t believe how many times she could cum in succession or how quickly they chained. He barely made it through one, before then next was already building as her pussy frantically tried to keep up with the wild pleasure crashing through her body. Each orgasm made him thirst for the next and had pushed until he was sure he had discovered her preferred technique.
The ‘sucking nibble’ he mused to himself as he gently took her clit between his lips again and sucked softly to bring into position for his tongue to press the sensitive nub against his teeth. He was rewarded with her weak shudders atop him. It was unfortunate for her that this was her favorite as it was his preferred resting move. His tongue had started to ache as it played through dozens upon dozens of movements in his quest, and he had switched to this to rest for a moment. The resulting buck of her hips and furious grinding onto his face as she practically filled his mouth with rose nectar had been a delightful shock.
Rickett decided to give his mistress a small break as it was clear she was no longer going to make him cum despite how turned on he was from what had just transpired. He carefully worked on cleaning her first with slow concise licks. He could do nothing about the soaked couch cushion beneath his head or much else, but he could lap up her juices on her sensitive slit. As he finished, he released his iron hold on her lower back and thighs and felt her sink more limply on top of him. She felt delightful. She had even softer skin than Rachael and a firm seductive jiggle to every movement. Her breasts resting on his lower belly were drawing a lot of his current attention and he felt he might need to become better acquainted with them. He didn’t want to have sex until Rachael was there to share the moment.
Rickett caressed Roselyn’s bottom and thigh before gently pushing her leg up and over his face so she had both legs nestled against the safety of the back of the couch. Leaning his body, he helped her to slip off of him into a pleasure puddle on the couch as he freed himself. Patting her bottom affectionately he murmured, “I hope my mistress enjoyed herself, as I know I most certainly did.” Rickett stroked himself for emphasis as he stared into Roselyn’s half-closed eyes. “Maybe my mistress will let me show her another good time now that I know her secrets.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek leaving a wet mark from his soaked beard. Chuckling softly, he wiped it away, “Sorry… you might have gotten me a little wet.”
Rickett turned to check on Rachael and his eyes widened. He did not know what Bailey had done to put his wife in the state he saw her in, but she was in quite a state. He took in the makeup running down her cheeks from the tears slowly leaking from her eyes. His heart pounded. He took in her tongue lolling out her mouth leaking saliva and a bit of thick white cum onto Bailey below her. Blood rushed in his ears. He took in the arched position she was in with her head being held up by her hair in Bailey’s powerful hand. His hands opened and closed subconsciously. He took in Bailey’s challenging look over his wife’s naked body still pressed close to the biggest throbbing cock he had ever seen. His throat felt dry despite drinking deeply from Roselyn’s fountain. Most of all, he took in the look of utter satisfaction and bliss in his wife’s eyes as she found the presence of mind to smile at him. Mental pleasure blossomed inside of him.
Rising quietly to his feet he walked to Bailey, his still proudly erect cock bobbing in the air until he stood in front of her and his wife. His eyes alternated between Bailey’s still challenging stare and Rachael’s loving pleasure drunk gaze. “May I?” he asked quietly as he bent to hook one arm under Rachael’s torso as he put one knee on the couch to capture her belly still quivering from the aftershocks of her experience. Bailey let Rachael be taken as Rickett scooped her up into his arms kissing her lovingly as he stood. Turning, he walked over to the other couch and gently lowered Rachael onto it next to Roselyn and watched Rachael snuggle back into her. His bending showed off to Bailey a fairly toned ass with a nice bit of roundness above legs of lean muscle. His ass was hairless as was everything else below his waist.
“It’s okay,” Rachael croaked at Rickett and he nodded at her reassuringly. “I know” he said softly, as he rose and turned back to Bailey.
He walked back to her, eyes not meeting hers in challenge anymore. Instead, he looked a bit lower and dipped his head slightly as he came to stand before her again. He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare at Bailey’s cock still coated in his wife’s thick spit, before his knee lowered onto the couch on one side of Bailey’s powerful thigh. Gently, but firmly Rickett reached out to place his palm on top of Bailey’s tip and push her cock a bit lower so he could throw is other leg over her to straddle her. Then he lowered himself, his own cock dragging through his wife’s slickness on Bailey’s rock hard abs until his ass rested firmly in her lap. Releasing her cock, he felt is snap back up and nestle between his cheeks.
Rickett’s eyes rose to meet Bailey’s briefly before again submissively lowering to look at her chin and chest. “I should tell you thank you for what you did for Rachael. I struggle to be really forceful with her even when she asks for it. I think I do a good job, but she always knows I am holding back. It is one of the core reasons we wanted to get into swinging, but Rachael forbid me to say anything until after it happened organically. I don’t think we expected it to happen so quickly.” Rickett chuckled as his cock throbbed feeling the excitement of having Bailey between his cheeks and her thick cinnamon scent mixing with Roselyn’s still permeating every breath.
“It feels strange to thank you for doing that to my wife, but I really am grateful.” He smiled and rubbed his ass back along the slick length. “I don’t want to overstep here… but…” He rocked back again and leaned forward so that her length slid deep enough that his balls touched the base of her shaft.
Rickett wanted to kiss Bailey, to touch her and love on her for the gift she had given by being herself. However, he didn’t want to take charge any more than he already had. Risking another glance into her eyes, he blushed at what he saw in them. He had a feeling he was about to find out exactly what she thought about how forward he was being.
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