Better Than Karaoke update

Harder and harder, Shang gave himself to Carol’s aching sex. She felt her inner juices flowing, forced around by his endless pumping, lubricating the bludgeon he was battering her to rapture with. Her own hips thrust up and down, matching his ravishing strokes.

Their bodies slapped together, wet with cum and with their own sweat. They worked together, each trying to satiate, to give and yet get as much as they could from their partner.

Carol’s thighs tingled with a growing heat. She gasped in disbelief—moments after sending a sputtering emission deep into Wanda’s throat, here her body was racing towards release thanks to his ever-ready cock. With reckless abandon Carol slammed her hips up to him, deepening just how impaled she was. The fire at the core of her burned hotter and hotter, expanding, swirling out along where her bare flesh nestled against Wanda’s body.

She groped around blindly, smearing the sweat on Wanda’s lovely nakedness, tongue tasting the delectable tremors going through Wanda’s orgasmic cunt. She came herself, every inch of her body shuddering with the unleashing of all the lust inside her.

Carol whined and thrashed under Wanda’s weight and at the end of Shang’s cock. Her fingernails dug into the soft curving of Wanda’s ass, trying to pull them closer together as if to share in all the rapture firing in the steamy channel of her sex.

In a rush like an erupting volcano, Shang deposited his new cum in Carol by gush after gush, buckets of it swelling out his shaft and spurting from his thundering cockhead. A creamy white flood filling Carol’s womanhood. His balls throbbed as they emptied, jetting rope after rope of his fiery load into Carol’s trembling sex, until there was too much of it for her inner muscles to hold onto.

His cum flooded right back out of Carol to puddle under her buttocks, making Wanda moan in disappointment that she was not the one on the bottom of their sixty-nine, with all Shang’s spent cum landing on her upturned face…

Shang went still, soaking in the gratification of having satisfied and seeded these two astonishingly beautiful women. Having felt light as a feather, now the doubled weight of his weary body crashed down on him and he rested on top of the quivering bed Carol’s body made. Wanda rolled off of Carol to get out of the way, then rolled back, resting against their sandwiched bodies with her head pillowed on Shang’s muscular ass.

Carol closed one arm around Shang and the other around Wanda’s lower body, lovingly caressing their tired flesh.

Then Wanda’s gesturing fingers were beside her ear, glowing red, while Wanda’s other hand fingered out its own crimson spell.

“You know, Wanda’s never had it up the ass,” Carol said as though starting any ordinary conversation. “I can hold her hand while you two try it…”

Shang felt an answering stiffness roll through his cock and knew it wasn’t only his lust at work. “At least ask for it yourself, Wanda…”

“I’m shy,” Wanda grinned. “And a good girl. Carol’s the slut here.”

“Says the woman who married her vibrator,” Carol retorted. “Classy.”

Wanda ignored her, quickly moving down the bed to stuff her mouth with Shang’s prick—delighting in all the excess juices left over from their threesome. Each was a scintillating experience: she could taste herself and him and Carol, all covering the lengthy excess of Shang’s manhood. Sitting up against the headboard, Shang petted her hair to encourage the lubrication she gave him.

Carol rearranged herself to crouch behind Wanda, feasting her eyes on the sumptuous curves of Wanda’s hips and buttocks. Part of Wanda’s sex and all of her virgin anus were visible.

At first, Carol simply stared. Then she ran the pads of her fingers over the roundness of Wanda’s ass. Moving her touch down until it reached the pouting lips of Wanda’s sex. She sampled with her fingers those thickly engorged labia lips—only tentatively probing between them to feel the wetness that all their play had left Wanda with.

Bringing her wetted fingers out of Wanda’s hole, Carol moved them to the other woman’s small, virginal anus. She smeared the warm juices around, rubbing them into the puckered sphincter to make it relaxed and slippery.

Her mouth filled with Shang’s prick, Wanda let out a moan, knowing it would be muffled by what she was sucking. She tried to relax her anus—Carol’s slender fingers were nothing compared to how much of an intrusion Shang’s cock would be. Already it had her nearly unhinging her jaw. She kept sucking, Carol fingering her sweet little ass with the same pumping rhythm she used on Shang’s member.

Carol tilted her head to the side to see how Wanda’s breasts hung underneath her bowed body. Reaching out with her other hand, she ran it over Wanda’s dangling teats. She pulled and pinched at the long nipples until Wanda squealed her way off Shang’s dick.

“I need it!” she groaned. “Please put it in my ass and give it to me! I can’t take not having it! I know it’s too much for me—I want it anyway! I wanna be ass-fucked!”

“Get on your hands and knees,” Shang told her. “Show me where you want my cock.”

Moaning gently, Wanda crouched down. Head against the bedspread and her ass up in the air. With her face turned to the side, she looked at Carol with both worry and anticipation in her eyes.

“Make sure he… you know… goes easy on me,” Wanda begged.

Carol smiled and patted her cheek lovingly. “Don’t worry. I’ll get a little lube for you. You’ll spread nice and wide when the time comes.”

She came back from the bathroom with a jar of Vaseline, thinking a bit smugly how lucky Wanda was to have her around to help. As great as having a big dick like Shang’s on hand was, he could make Wanda’s first experience with anal sex hell if she weren’t prepared for it. Most men got too excited to use as much caution as they should, but Carol would make sure Shang didn’t hurt Wanda while he was enjoying fucking her ass.

Shang didn’t mind waiting. With a big smile on her favor, he stepped aside to let Carol handle softening up Wanda’s anal resistance.

Carol dug her fingers into Wanda’s oversensitive buttocks, all toned and clenched up from nervousness. She squeezed and caressed them, kneaded and manipulated them, relaxing Wanda and enjoying herself greatly before she finally spread Wanda’s cheeks to sample with her eyes instead of just her hands.

The tightly wound pucker of Wanda’s anus winked out at her. Under it, the plump arousal of Wanda’s sex pouted and trembled. It was a lusty, roiling pussy, but Carol had to ignore it. Thumbing some Vaseline out of the jar, Carol started massaging that taut but unresisting sphincter.

Wanda let out an easy gasp. “Oh… it feels real… nice…”

“It is nice,” Carol told her. “I always enjoy being touched there. We’re going to make you enjoy it too. You’re going to end up an anal slut like I am. And Shang here’s probably going to end up addicted to fucking that nice tight ass of yours.”