Entertaining My Wife's Friends Part 2 - Sex Stories

Entertaining My Wife's Friends Part 2

... my balls was almost unbearable in intensity, and hot sensations like bolts of electricity were shooting down my legs and up into my body until every muscle was quivering with repressed excitement. After minutes of exquisite agony, Pam pulled out and told me to turn round and impale myself on Angie's tool. As I sank down in bliss, she knelt and took me into her mouth, and once she had engulfed my entire length put out her tongue to lick my balls, something Marge had never done. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer, and I shouted, "I have to cum, please let me cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god, this is amazing," or something like that. And then I just exploded, there is no other way to describe it, it was like a volcano going off. I just abandoned myself to an orgasm of extraordinary intensity, a whole body orgasm that just seemed to go on and on, as I ejaculated stream after stream of cum down Pam's throat. When I was finally done I collapsed back onto Angie, barely conscious, and babbling incoherently. Fuck me, it was just amazing. While this was going on, Marge sat back in the chair I had so recently vacated, legs spread obscenely, with two fingers stuffed up her cunt, and fingering her clit feverishly with her other hand. I think she must have cum again watching us, because when she spoke, she struggled to get out the words between great gulps, as she sucked air into her lungs as if she had just run a mile. "God, Alan, that was fantastic, I have never seen you cum like ...

... that, really amazing." After that, no one said anything at all for some time, as we drifted in mutual post orgasmic languor. Pam was the first to speak. She was I realised a natural leader, and also the initiator of new depravities of the most amazing kind. My goodness, what a filthy imagination she had. "Well I don't know about anybody else, but I could do with a drink and something to eat, I'm famished," she said, "I hope you have got a bottle of champagne in the fridge Marge, and strawberries and shortbread would do rather nicely, and perhaps smoked salmon on buttered crackers as well. It's about time that Alan earned his reward as our waiter, no gain without pain, as they say, although I don't think he found it that painful." Marge just nodded, so off I went to the kitchen. This must have been their normal half time sustenance before their next round of sexual antics, because I found everything that Pam had suggested, either in the fridge or on a plate on the side, covered by cling film. While I was opening the champagne, and preparing the nibbles, I did fall to wondering which other men had been invited to take part in their games, and I thought I must remember to ask Marge that night when we were in bed. When we were all suitably refreshed, Marge suggested that we might go up to the bedroom to continue where we had left off. When she asked what Pam and Angie would like to do next, it was Pam who spoke up first, "You are always telling us how good Alan is at bringing you ...