Morgan pulled away and spat it back on to Ella’s hand rubbing my dick. “Do want to lay down, Vincent?”
I look around to see if there’s room and realize how the entire deck is filled, bodies writhing on one another. Some were watching us, the most actively-fucking groups were the ones around the new people. I remember Mara was near and I turned to see her surrounded, almost out of sight. She’s on her side, with someone behind her, holding a leg up and fucking her.
“Oh shit,” I mutter under my breath, recognizing part of Joey’s head. I look next to it and see Mara’s face, in ecstasy. She’s getting her clit tongued while Joey’s inside her and has a hand jerking another man. I feel myself just being happy for her, seeing her enjoy herself, and being appreciated just as much as me.
“Vince?” Morgan reiterated.
“Oh- sorry, sure!” I told her. She scurries behind me under the deck to present a blanket and some pillows. Then Ella finally lets go of my dick to allow me to get situated and resumes as soon as my head hits the pillow. She’s between my legs now and is starting to use two hands while continue to mix her saliva with the remains of my cum. I lost sight of Nikki, assuming she was cleaning herself up but I’m now preoccupied with what Ella was doing.
“Can I ride your face?” said Morgan, finally done spreading the blanket.
“I’d love that,” I smile as she whips her long hair behind her back. In the same motion she straddles my face in an unexpected direction, her asshole coming to look me in the eyes. Her pubes seem to stop just on the edges of her lips, and I push my chin up to meet the rear opening of her pussy. Surprisingly, the taste and scent was similar to when I ate Marie’s ass earlier.
Are the women here on the same hygiene regimen?
Being able to bury my face deeper into her pussy reignited the blood in my dick. I hear Morgan moan while my tongue explores her, I use my hand to help spread the wetness to her asshole. Shortly after, I notice them both release hands and mouths from my dick. I can’t see what’s going on, but I soon get an answer when I feel Ella’s thighs brace against my sides.
Then a set of slippery pussy lips, grinding down on me, ensuring I’m ready to be ridden. Ella’s I’m guessing, and she confirms it when I hear her. “Ready cowboy?” she asked giggling.
The question was moot since Morgan was enjoying my tongue too much, I was only able to breathe when the rhythm of her hips permitted. If I die from suffocating at this point, fuck it, I’m happy. I give a thumbs up and before long she begins sliding me into her.
I hear a gasp and feel her pause for a moment. Then she slowly guides her body down while I move my hands to rub her thighs. I let them explore upwards and feel her guide my hands up to her breasts. I grab a hold and squeeze them in my palms, then grab a hold of the sides of her petite body. She’s rocking her body back and forth while my cock explores inside her vagina.
She’s tight and a little shallow, I feel her stopping before being able to take my entire shaft. I assume she or Morgan was rubbing her clit, occasionally I’d feel a finger graze my shaft while she bounced. Both their moaning became muffled, and Morgan’s asshole pulled away a little as if she was leaning towards Ella. I imagined they were starting to kiss as Ella’s pace slowed a little.
I faced a hand in the opposite direction and easily found Morgan’s larger breasts. I began rhythmically pushing my head upward, lapping at her pussy and grazing my chin against her clit. I felt her slowly getting wetter, the juices piling up around my mouth wasn’t just my saliva.
I feel Ella angle herself backwards, leaning away now while keeping most of my dick inside her. Morgan gets up off of my face and turns around, kneeling down to kiss me. When she towels off my chin I thank her, and she replied serenely, “no, thank you.”
Morgan turns back around, and I can see Ella on her feet, knees pointed to the sky and her hands are on the ground. She’s rocking herself back and forth to get my dick to force some upward pressure in her pussy. It feels even better as I can watch every stroke, I notice our juices are now forming a mess around the base of my dick.
“Can I taste it?” asked Morgan to Ella, she nods in response and lifts herself upwards unveiling my wet tip. “Jesus, you’re flowing, Elly.” Morgan proceeds to wrap her hand around and stroke me while licking up Ella’s juices. She forces the tip to the back of her throat, and I throw my head back in bliss.
My dick is in a state of limbo, luckily, it’s not close to cumming, but the drive to get myself there is building. Morgan’s handiwork is amazing, and suddenly I feel something that reverberates through me. She pulled up my foreskin to almost cover the tip and then stuck a finger underneath. I immediately looked up to figure out why it felt so weird and addicting at the same time.
I said, “Holy shit, Morgan,” and sat up to watch her work. Her lascivious eyes pull me in and I watch her mouth let out more spit to help with her finger.
“You like that?” she asked lewdly.
“I fucking love it.”
She gave it a few more strokes before watching as Ella hovered above me, now on her knees. Morgan pressed the tip of it against Ella’s wet pussy and guided her down, but this wasn’t enough for me. I pushed myself forward and wrapped my arms around Ella, then continued the motion forward, putting her on her back.
Her surprised face looked up at me and I bent down to lick her small breasts. Sucking around her nipples, she pulled me in to her soft skin, her other hand went down to guide my dick back into her. I readied us, grabbing her legs and lifting her ass onto a nearby pillow. Wrapping my hands around her light frame I began pushing myself forward. I watch as my dick disappears into her pussy and feel how much tighter she is from this angle.
Her hands press against my stomach when I hit the limit of her pussy, and I slow down to look at her. She nods and looks at Morgan who’s watching us from the side, and proceeds to lift her leg over Ella’s face, straddling it. She faces me and leans forward, putting her hands on my chin to pull me in for a kiss. Her lips a nice shade of light pink are soft, they almost feel like Kerry’s.
When I’m reminded of my sisters, Mara returns to my mind. I turn away from Morgan’s face to look at her, now in a new position and a new set of people around her. She’s sitting up, with a woman’s head in between her legs and the man — who was getting a blowjob from Mara earlier — is fucking that woman from behind.
Morgan pulls my face back to her and continues kissing me, our tongues dance inside her mouth and occasionally she likes to bring her teeth down and I graze my tongue against them. I get the urge to grab her hair, so I caress her jaw with my hand, and lead it to the back of her head. Then I interlace my fingers into her hair and grab a handful, pulling her face away.
“Let me feel these lips around my dick again, and then I wanna fuck you from behind.” I say while looking deep into her eyes. Without hesitation she peels off of Ella’s face and I back away, seeing my slippery cock again. I press the shaft of it against Ella’s clit and rock back and forth to give her a few lasting impressions before Morgan grabs it to force down her own throat.
Ella’s legs shift as she starts getting up, she flips over and crawls towards me to join Morgan. Their mouths are transcendent, as they work together, taking turns between my shaft and tip. Morgan turns around to get on her knees, and despite not hearing us Ella knew exactly what to do. I admire her ass as it backs up towards, me. Pressing my hand against her cheek, I pull it back and give her a slap. She turns around to give me a look of encouragement, and I get a better look at her shoulder tattoo, a trailing tree branch with what looks like birds flying away into her arm.
Ella spat onto my dick one last time before giving it a kiss on the tip. She let some spit drip from her tongue onto Morgan’s asshole, and I see her hand from underneath pressing against Morgan’s clit. I hold on to my shaft, amazed by the sight of her ass and Ella’s face right next to it, then I proceed to guide myself in. I see Morgan throw her head back in elation while Ella’s spit slides down, adding to the mess.
I’m able to push myself deep into Morgan, and by the time I get myself all the way in, I feel how wet she already is. The head of my dick rubs against every ridge, resting against her cervix when I bottom out causing her to moan. I pick up my pace and feel her bouncing against me in sync. I look to Ella as she plays with Morgan’s pussy while watching us fuck. I offer a hand and she nods enthusiastically, while grabbing my hand and sticking it in her mouth. I almost stop fucking Morgan to watch my fingers slowly come out of Ella’s mouth.
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