Gaming the System

As I went into her hot goodness, she made short frustrated noises of 'yes' and that wasn't far from what I was feeling, either.

Alice moved up and started kissing, licking, and generally making Kara whimper with joyful abandon. I didn't have much to compare it to, but it seemed like she moved from turned-on, to excited, to nearly orgasmic, to actually orgasmic in just the span of a few minutes.

My own recent cum had taken the edge off, but I was in and hard and loving it. She was delightful, soft-skinned and agile and slight and great to the touch, all apart from the fact that my penis was coming up from underneath and into her. Since it felt like Alice was doing a rhythm, I matched that and slowly rocked her body around, pushing in her about as fast as I was breathing.

From near my balls, up my shaft, and over Kara's clit, Alice was licking away. Kara's groaning exclamations shifted from breathy soft-gasps to whimpers, then grunting shifts around probably trying to get Alice to press harder. Alice obliged, but also was moving her fingers on either side of my cock along Kara's vulva.

Well then.

Kara stiffened up, then, and I had to hold her down to me tightly. Alice did the same to keep her in check, hugging her by the thighs around to my thighs so she couldn't go anywhere and I could keep pushing my cock up and into her.

Just as before, Kara didn't really stop coming. It subsided, sure, but didn't really get that much less as time passed. I wondered, how long exactly could one woman just constantly orgasm?

Her internal contractions on my cock eventually got to me, but I wanted a more firm and deep way to pump in, and I could feel that while my cock was well up into her, I couldn't quite pull down on her enough to get the satisfaction I wanted. It was like every once in a while I'd almost feel a clench like I was coming, but as a single tiny thing, and it wasn't a real orgasm for me, just a small moment of one and then it'd pass.

I wanted more.

"Alice, I'm gonna switch to missionary, k?"

Alice responded with a satisfied and happy, "Mmmm... Okay."

Moving out of the way, I pushed up on Kara and then let her down. On the way over, I glanced up at the futon, and noticed the girls were having a good time on their own, grunting and sliding around on each other.

Kara lay on her back, dazed and ecstatic and well-fucked, but still she held out her arms to me to come to her, so I moved up and over her, pushing in and moving up her body, then laying down flat on the chance that my body weight wouldn't crush her. I wasn't that big a guy, but still, she was smaller than me.

Tolerating it fine, she craned her head up and kissed me slowly on the lips even as I entered and pushed up into her. Her eyes half-closed and rolled up a little, defocused, and I got the sincere fulfillment of knowing that I was giving this girl a great pleasure.

My pleasure was waiting and wanting, too, so I got up on one elbow and set up a rhythm I liked, Hard-THRUST, IN, then relaxing slightly, then UP-THRUST hard yess, and away, faster this time. Leaning down, we kissed as I paused my movements, and I dipped my head down to her ear, near no one and super quiet.

"Kara. Do you Feel This Power!? Does it make you Want more?" Some part of me wanted her to acknowledge that there was somehow a much deeper connection than, maybe, some random hookup. I admit, it just came out, an inspired question, I was caught in the moment.

She replied, not with being startled or dismissive, or with any of a hundred other reactions. Instead, what came out was a kind of utter subservient adoration. She whimpered, "Yesss, I will... OBEY..."

That wasn't my question!!!!??

But, what did she want then, from me? The power that was flowing in me, my sense of who we were as people - what I got from her was that she wanted someone to dominate her, somehow? I shrugged and decided that I could probably do that, if she needed it.

Bending down again and deciding she'd like it if I put some force, some authority, in my voice, I super-quietly whispered right into her ear, "If you need power, I WILL be that power. You will use my power. You will obey."

I didn't really want her to obey, but then again, if she needed that? I could help out. I just had to watch out so it didn't go overboard.

Again, mostly this conversation seemed to be coming from some deep part of my psyche and I was just being inspired and going with the flow. I had no need or want to control this gal, but now that she asked for it? Maybe I could help? Plus, it might be... fun?

I probably should have been arguing with my own instincts and rejecting this idea outright, but instead it just went through me like that, and then it was over.

Thinking about it later, very briefly, I was confused with myself, I mean, who the fuck gets into this kind of thing, like, ever? At the same time - Oh my God she was sexy!

She kept gripping me tight, in that moment, though, her inside muscles clenching and her face scrunching as that happened, so I knew it was on purpose, she had control of it.

These sensations, plus the ideas of power from our words gave me erotic ideas, gripped my imagination, so soft and sexy and there and WITH me, and...

I came.

I didn't just come, I came with some abandon, grunting just as she was coming again, too, rolling her head around and being utterly in the moment with me. She stiffened rock-hard isometric, her whole body jerking and sputtering as she not-quietly let us know she was orgasming. Yes.

Even though my mind-haze of coming myself, i knew that our noise was not going to go unnoticed, probably the hallway knew something was happening here.

Gradually we slowed, and I had a moment of half-laughing, half-crying, so overwhelming was the emotion of the moment. I whispered, again, then, a momentary striking of emotion bringing it forth (and I barely knew her), "Kara. I love you."

I did. I barely knew her. Yet, it seemed like the right and proper thing because I did, I felt it in my chest, the sucking heartburn of love, a feeling like I'd had with Julie, but for this girl, this woman, under me.

Sighing, I rolled off, letting the relaxation roll over me, my eyes closed and half-moans of happy coming out with each breath I let out.

Rather suddenly, I felt cool soft hands on my shoulders.

Kara was off, and now Mary was mounting me?

She'd crawled up the bed, swung over a leg, grabbed my cock from the straddle, and sat down on me.

I was still hard, sure, but ... so soon? I was still relaxing... barely? I'd just come, so...?

Mary's settling went All the way down, and I went up - up and into her, ALL the way. Well Then! She'd impaled fully, and sat back, her knees pulled up to my sides, then up farther.

Her face was smiling like she knew she was getting away with something, and she was.

Still, she settled in rocking up and back on me, hands on my chest.

I just closed my eyes again and let it happen, because why not.

My cock had to be covered in a mix of Kara's juices and my own slippery cum, so it made sense that Mary could take me that fast, but ... still, she seemed to be getting some good enjoyment out of it.

The sun had gone down.

Irena, talking quietly with Ying and grinning, nodded and they both set about turning off lights and straightening the place up a little. Even as Mary rode me, they moved the futon over to be by the bed's edge and make a single very-wide mattress.

Reaching up and caressing Mary's boobs, I got some happy from that, and she seemed to be starting her own orgasm cycle despite only getting a hot prodding - no additional licking - from me or anyone else.

This was more obvious as the minutes rolled past. Mary collapsed on me, coming hard, and every time she seemed she was done, she sat up a little and started in on another set of (semi-loud) spasms.

I was able to help even when I wasn't going to come again so quickly. Or... was I?

Still, as she collapsed on me and in the throes of it, I held her body to me, pressed my hand down on the base of her butt and even into her ass crack, and whispered to her. Not knowing if she could hear me, I held her head with my left hand so her ear was by me.

Her body language seemed so pliable, and what she'd been muttering suddenly came into focus as words. I'm not sure anyone else understood them, they were mostly half-whispered to me, but I got it - she'd been pledging herself. She'd said, "Never stop this. Always in me. Always, with me. My Kevin. My pussy-toy, my joy-maker. Fucking me is Right. It's right for You, you do it Soooo right, fuuuuuck-its-right... You... complete me. I am For You..."

Thus, my words, leaping into my head then, fed into that. I said, gripping her lower spine at her butt, "Mary. I own this. This is MINE. Use this... ummmm, yeah, this... Fertile thing. Make it Work. You're... you deserve this, this goodness."

Her reply was just, "Hmmmmm...."

My cum was rising. I could feel my balls contracting, my tightening up, my focus complete and on her and the feelings in me, and... I came again!

Sure, it'd been well over 5, maybe even 10 minutes since I'd come in Kara, but Mary did it for me, made it happen.

That cum, that joyful all-body clenching release!

My brain didn't focus on what I was saying, but it just kind of came out, and it seemed like the right thing to say at the time. In this semi-dream state of coming, of holding her and talking with her and being joined, Together... it was kind of like being in the moment while singing.

In that state, that mind-fugue of happy-in-moment-loving-wow, images were flying through my head, where my cum was, what was in it, the sperm in there, the cum was going up into her. There they were, swimming happy tails of sperm-thrashing, up and up to find a happy egg there, and make a baby-laugh-happy-thing, for us.

All these images? In those moments, a clear-singular moments, it was Right. I wasn't concerned with anything else, just the moment. She'd triggered something in me, and I liked it, it resonated. But, then, that moment turned into just experiencing her motions on me, and then her stiffening into another orgasm.

After we slowed, and stopped, she lay atop me, exhausted but obviously happy, wiggling, and kissing my face with some significant affection.

I barely knew her, and yet, here she was, like we were long together.

Letting the outside world back in, we shifted around and let the covers be drawn up around us. Two double-beds worth of space, and a lot of people on it - six, really - Alice, Ying, Myself, Kara, Mary, and Irena. Three blankets, extra sheets brought over from another room, some huge girl/beach towels as an extra blanket or two, and pillows.

I was tucked between spooning girls, and sleep came over me like a fog, like a headache that pulled me, covered me with happy yawning goodness.

Sleep...

== ==

I woke during the night, 3:30 am it said on the red digits on the desk clock. My arm was up and over a girl's side, my face in her hair. Slowly I came awake and found it wasn't just that my hand was hugging her, it was held over one of her breasts by her hand, and her butt was pushing back into me.

My cock was poking something, like the tip was banging against something hard, straight out from me, at the same time it was wet and soft and... Oh, .... Wait...

As I moved, I felt another hand pushing my cock up and back and ... Innnnnn!!! Inside her, up between her legs, I was fucking this girl and I'd not seen, nor could i see from my angle, who it was. Was it... Ah... It was Irena. Irena, the redhead I hadn't gotten close to. Irena, the one I hadn't kissed yet. Irena, the buxom one who wore thick glasses.

This Irena was the Soft-Cunted Irena, and she seemed to like what was happening - a lot.

Her breathing was deep and husky, wanton.

After we were going for a while, and her half-cries and stifled whimpers made it obvious something was happening, she turned her head to me and said, "Cum for me. Cummm for me, Kevin. I need... Kevin cum... give me..."

Her turned head put her ear right next to my mouth, and I said what I was thinking. "I'm gonna, fuckin' cum, your pussy is amazing on me, around me... I love this, this fucking is ... Right. It's RIGHT, Irena, do you Feel This? This Perfect thing?"

"Ahhhh... yerrrrrssszzzz..." She tried to whisper and it was barely audible, but I knew our motions on the mattress were probably disturbing the others. Still, we were making joy, making Love, Lovers, Loving, Lovers Loving lovingly...

My brain got weird, I know.

I moved my face to her ear and, again, I said, "You going to do what I say, Irena? You going to be my Love, my Loving Lover? My Willing Pussy?... Do I... own you?"

She was panting, and she panted back to me, "You ... can't own me. I own me. But you can have any part of me, any time you want."

"I want your pussy, your... womb. I want You, your Body. I want to make you Do The Thing, the Silk Cupcake thing, the Right purpose. Make it work, for me."

Her gasping made a pleading subservient tone to me, and I didn't quite know what to do with that - she just said, "All of me. Yes. You have, all of me. All that I have and am, deep inside to rising outwards, I give... first to you... then to what grows from us."

That was pretty clear to me, and just about then, my cum spurted and I gripped her hips, even with my lower hand, my upper one pulling her chest and stomach to me, thrusting upwards and trying to be so silent, spurt after spurt of hot cum into her, fireworks for me, whimpers for her, and undoubtedly bitten lower lips for both of us.

Jerking to a stop, I took a deep breath, and as I relaxed, we snuggled into one another, I slipped out, and it didn't matter, my sleep sense took over...

Sleep...

== ==

A phone alarm went off.

My internal sense told me it had to be about six. Looking up and craning my neck, yes, it was six, and we were all stacked like hot dogs in parallel, side by side on those two beds.

Was I really there?

Tina sat up and turned around, grabbing her phone and turning off the alarm. "Sorry."

Several groans ensued, and I looked to my side. I was being spooned from behind by very nice breasts that turned out to be Ying's, and Mary was in front of me. She turned to her back as I sat up, pushing down the makeshift blanket and letting her boobs out to my very enthusiastic viewing.

She noticed that's where my eyes went. "Ah, yeah, girls, this one's a boob man."

Ying said, "No shit."

Irena pushed herself up and sat cross-legged on the bed. "So... Who wants him first this morning?"

Kara said, "Shower?"

Mary just looked over, ignoring the others and said with a long, adoring sigh, "Hmm....Kevin."

Kara chuckled, pushed up, crawled out of the bed and stood, stretching. Suddenly, she grunted, and said, "Ooh, gotta pee."

She went into the bathroom and shut the door, and I heard the tinkle of girl-peeing.

Ying shaped one breast into a cone for me and said, "Care for an early-morning bite?"

I watched this with some interest, reached down and shaped it myself, playing with hers, then reaching over and playing with Mary's.

There was something about their eyes. The way they looked at me was different than other girls. This was not the early-morning looking at me like when I was running, meeting in the cool air to go out on a distance loop. This was... different. They looked for something, when they were looking at me. They had... Love.

I bent over and licked Ying's breast, sucking on it, and getting an excellent mouth-feel from it. Under my tongue, it was the thing my mouth was made for, boob. Soft, warm, ready, nipple-topped, boobs were the ideal thing to be sucking on, ever.

The fact that humans are mammals did occur to me.

Ying shifted, and I saw her legs part and her arm go down to start diddling herself. "I hope there's a hard cock I can use in a minute...??

"Right here, Ying. You want it, though, you've gotta get me something."

I was winging it. She wanted something, so I decided it was a negotiation.

Still, she surprised me. "You already have all of me."

"Oh, yeah. That." I laughed, and said (with each set of words punctuated by some more sucking)(I was inventing this as I went along), "Of course, that. But, I'm thinking, something like, more boobs. I like boobs. Sucking on boobs is fun. Making love is great, too. I like that! But, boobs!! If you can find some, besides what's in this room, these are great, but I'd like some more? Maybe a few more sets, or a hundred, whatever, to suck on. Plus, maybe some licking. And, maybe a tittie fuck or something, if they're sized right for that. Or, regular fucking, plus sucking on titties. Nipples, under my tongue. Fun stuff."

The reaction in the room to this was giggling, and then more giggling, and some boobs being pressed into my back.

Ying said, pulling me up and over her, "I'll give you boobs! Just... I have this spot... it needs tickling. Prodding, really. It's kind of up in there, you might have to stretch to get it... No, not with your fingers, though...?"

I was there, and then I was on the fat lips of almost, and then just past almost, and then wrapped and full and ON-board, Into the depth of Rightness.

Ying just gasped and told me that was right, right-there, please just make it dance, move it with a good steady rocking, that was right...

Boobs are great.

The reason my alarm had been set was that I had a cross-country meet, at home for a change, so I had to get to the high school by 10, really by 9 since we had to warm up together before the race.

Making my apologies despite the perfection around me (and yes I was SOOOO tempted to just stay there), I got dressed. They wanted to know where my event was, but I was vague and managed to extricate myself and get down to my bike in short order.

My phone had a bunch of messages from my mother, wondering where I was, and I'd had my phone on silent so I'd missed them. I texted back, "Gotta be honest, mom, just spent the night with a girl at Aardmore and WOW. Sorry I didn't text you. Gotta fast-bike to xc meet now. C u after 12. Love you."

The last thing wasn't something I normally texted to my mom, I was more reserved than that, so she probably knew something was up.

The best lie is the truth. The lie, in this case, was that I was having sex with a girl, when the reality was I was having sex with... FIVE girls?!?

As Douglass Adams said, there are some experiences that are like being hit in the head with a lemon wrapped around a small brick.

Cross Country

Our meet was four schools - ours and 3 nearby ones - and the general format is, you watch the freshmen, sophomores, then varsity.

The girls races were always started four minutes after the boys, since then the fastest girls couldn't catch the slowest boys, and the races could overlap.

The problem was that I'd never be able to watch the varsity girls run, since I was usually running my own race at the time.

Thus, I missed being able to watch Barb Collins run.

We warmed down individually, since there could be a five-minute gap between the fastest and the slowest runners. Once I finished my warmdown, though, I found my way over to the girls' base camp, where we kept our gym bags with spikes (race shoes). She was just putting her stuff together.

I said, "Hey," and sat down to do some stretches. I was wearing sweats, it was chilly, so there was no extra flashing going on. Admittedly, I was hyper-aware of being around when girls were stretching in shorts because Yummy Things Got Close To Appearing.

With sweats, it wasn't an issue, but I liked it anyway, and if some of them were getting in/out of sweats, I carefully didn't look more than respectfully glancing.

Sometimes it's hard to keep my eyes where they're supposed to be, though.