Three, Crowded 3

The heat of her fragrant sex hit his face like a spring breeze and then its lusciousness was in his face, rubbing against his mouth. All while Liz sucked him off and his nose was practically sodomizing Betty’s silken cheeks and his hands were squeezing her tawny thighs and everything smelled like pure delicious pussy.

Liz, ravenous, hunched between his legs for one greedy suck after another. She swirled her tongue all around his blazing cockhead and pumped her fist on his thick shaft so it just kept throbbing furiously, on the verge of shooting off.

But no matter how close she got him, it was impossible for Peter to unload. Liz had her other hand around the base of his cock, her thumb and forefinger tightened until the circulation was almost cut off. He couldn’t come and he couldn’t feel the full effect of Liz’s juicy mouth either, but it was just as well, because what he could feel of her sucks and lips and tongue and all her luscious thirst was more than enough.

Liz was rewarded for all her efforts with a big aromatic drop of precum. She tightened her vise-like grip on Peter’s hilt and his length shuddered in her mouth ferociously, surging with pure masculine power. Liz keened deep in her throat, joyously, and sucked even more hungrily so she could deny herself all the more.

The tantalizing taste of his molten seed, just enough to let her know it was even more delicious than his cock, fired the blonde’s need to a fever pitch. Her sleek flesh trembled, sweaty now, and her grip shook with the urge to come off his pounding erection and let him release the huge torrents of cum that he needed to give her and she needed to take.

Liz would hold back her sexual greed long enough to show off all she could do. But once he started to come, with an endless river of his thick seed coating her mouth, it wouldn’t matter how much there was. It could singe her and gag her and cram her full, but she’d still swallow it all down.

Eager to finish showing off, Liz slipped her mouth off his endowment, holding him firmly upright while she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock, all the way to his swollen balls. With her head now tilted, she saw Betty riding his face, her eyes blazing with envy even as she contented herself with all the barely contained cum Peter had to give her.

God, she couldn’t believe how beautiful the other woman was like that. Gorgeous breasts thrust out, rising and falling—Peter’s hands lifted up to cradle their big heft, which made Betty purr with bliss—her sumptuous hips rolling to a dreamy rhythm, while her face was contorted with obscene passion. Betty was a stunningly beautiful woman, her pretty features made unbelievable by the pleasure they were made to express.

Betty rode Peter’s tongue in slow, lascivious rolls, gasping and sobbing and breathing brokenly as Peter’s love whipped inside of her, working her to a frantic desire. It looked wildly exciting, but so did the fact that Liz was seeing it at all—seeing instead of feeling Peter’s tongue on her tender groin, his nose at the flesh of her ass, his hands squeezing and releasing her swollen breasts so that they could pulse even a fraction as much as her cunt was doing.

“Yes, Peter, eat it, suck it, my poor little pussy needs it!” Betty groaned, leaning forward to rest her hands on Peter’s lean, hard-muscled belly. “Unngh! Oooooo! Gonna come in your mouth, Peter! Show you how good I taste! Aaaah! Oh shiiiit!”

The quivering brunette was orgasming now, her ass shaking, watching through tears of joy as Liz darted her tongue around Peter’s bloated balls, then sucked one into her mouth and felt his cum boiling inside.

All while she pumped his huge erection in her fist, staring at Betty in return, both of them turned on by each other and how they were fucking each other without fucking, fucking each other by fucking Peter.

Betty’s orgasmic jolt poured endlessly into Peter’s gulping mouth. He lapped eagerly without ever letting up his gratifying torment of her warm breasts. Then Liz forced her mouth down on his member until it was full and the fiery thrill of being fully seated in her throat tore through Peter.

She was wiggling her head up and down, from side to side, putting her all into giving him a blowjob. Peter was desperate to release into the endlessly sucking confines of her gullet, but he couldn’t while she held so tightly to his prick.

Of course, there was the added rush that he might just suffocate before he got off, and that would be a shame. Betty’s pussy was delicious and so was her nectar and even her naked ass felt delicious—but the fact remained that he needed air. Maybe. Between being face-fucked by the brunette and sucked off by the blonde, Peter knew he wasn’t thinking at his top capacity.

He reached down to grip Liz’s head and started rolling his hips, delivering his cock even deeper into her oven-hot mouth than she’d gotten it. His knob made a brutal attack on her throat, but instead of forcing her to release her grip on his manhood, Liz seemed to get into the punishment. Moaning and sucking louder, using her tongue in ever more worshipful service to his length.

Betty came again, this time her release covering Peter’s face as she obscenely grinded her orgasmic pussy all over his trapped head. She was something alright—good eating. A hot, madly sucking, and endlessly delicious feast.

Another wave of delight flowed through Peter’s loins as Liz teased at his manhood with her sharp teeth, her sucking greedier than ever. Peter wondered if Flash ever ate her out like he was doing to Betty. No, not a he-man like Flash. All the better for Peter, then, that she’d come to him for it.

He wanted to tell her to let go, to allow him to spurt out what felt like a gallon of concentrated passion, but Betty was so busy sobbing and jerking in delirious enjoyment that Peter didn’t want to spoil her fun.

After all, she was the first woman he’d ever seriously desired. All the flirting and fantasy she’d inspired deserved his utmost attention…

Feverishly Betty gyrated on his face and Liz sucked him off to her own needful tempo, pausing to attend to his balls every few moments because she simply couldn’t resist the musky taste of them. Beneath the pair, Peter wondered if he would ever be able to shoot as much as these two cum-hungry vixens deserved.

Peter was almost able to ignore his burning urge to come, losing himself in the rapturous taste of Betty’s womanhood, but he was jerked sharply back to his own need by Liz letting go of his manhood. It was clear that her patience was at an end; she had to have it. And so she whipped her mouth up and down on his maleness, jerking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth and moaning with how unsated she was despite it all.

And even as Peter’s clouded mind was occupied by Liz’s passion, Betty fell forward, drooling tongue slapping against his abs, naked ass quivering on his face like a fallen leaf stirred by his racing breath. She came in hot spasms, blissful sighs released into Peter’s belly button. Groaning tersely, Peter felt his molten cum rushing up his endowment, an eruption that was him.

For a second his erection quaked violently in Liz’s mouth. Then he came in overwhelming gushes, endorphins flooding Liz’s mind with each rope of cum she was lucky enough to receive. She sucked fiercely, gulping his thick seed down as quick as she could and stroking her fist to receive even more. Peter could only gasp as his cock spasmed over and over again, each time shooting a new burst of liquid fire into Liz’s receptive gullet.

It took more than a minute for his pent-up load to be totally released—the sharp, violent relief hitting him over and over, almost too much for him, making the world darken at the edges. It was all so much that he hugged Betty’s pussy to his face and jabbed at her with all of the fervor he felt, his tongue driving her into so much pleasure that she nearly fainted.

Only after Liz had sucked him totally dry, lips and fist demanding every last drop, did Peter release Betty from the ecstasy he’d forced her to.

Liz rolled over with a moan she’d saved until she was able to fully voice it, then panted for breath. She couldn’t believe she’d enjoyed a headjob so much. And she’d been giving it, to boot!