Smashing update

But Tom could only suckle and finger Pantha for so long before she wanted more. She thrust Tom down on his back. Carol and Diana couldn’t believe what they were seeing, but she leaned over his groin and took his cock into her mouth. Shockingly, it wasn’t pleasure Pantha wanted—or not just pleasure—but mastery.

“That is one lucky son of a bitch,” Diana whispered.

“I think she might be the lucky one,” Carol whispered back.

They both kept rubbing and grinding at their pussies. By unspoken accord, they were waiting until the fuck began to come, but that idea was more of a pleasant fiction at this point. They were losing control, giving into the excitement of seeing Pantha suck her man off. Like her, they wanted as much as they could get, as soon as they could get it.

“Do you think she wants his cum in her mouth?” Carol asked.

“If she does, she’ll get it,” Diana said. “God, I want to see that, but—“

“I know,” Carol said. “I want to see him fuck her too.”

As Pantha milked Tom off with her mouth, the watchers could see her breasts pillowing on his thigh. And although Pantha’s hair fell over Tom’s crotch, the obscured sight of her head bobbing up and down was almost more erotic than bluntly seeing her lips wrapped around his girth.

They both tried to imagine how it would feel to have Tom’s massive erection sliding into their mouths. Then they looked at each other and, in the same instant, wondered what it would be like to share it. It wasn’t like he didn’t have enough for them both… maybe even for all three of them…

Pantha lifted her head, threw her mane back over her shoulders, and lowered her face back down to Tom’s crotch. Before she reached it, though, Tom sat up. He kissed Pantha hungrily, not caring where her lips had been in his zeal to feel them.

“Come on, fuck her,” Diana whined under her breath.

Both she and Carol were nearing release, but they didn’t want to miss anything, didn’t want to give up their climax without seeing something spectacular to go with that final pleasure.

Tom patted Pantha’s ass. She dutifully lowered herself onto all fours while he knelt behind her. She was facing Diana and Carol, and if it were at all disappointing that they didn’t get to see her physically take in Tom’s massive erection, it was all the more sensual to see the look on her face when she was impaled.

Tom moved behind Pantha like one animal mounting another. Diana and Carol watched him reach down to his crotch, taking his prick in hand and guiding it inside of Pantha. They saw on her face just when Tom entered her. Then she was jolted forward, her luscious breasts swinging back and forth while Tom pumped his hips into her supple ass.

“God, I can fucking hear them!” Diana gasped.

From across the pool came the sound of Tom’s groin slapping against Pantha’s ass. It sounded almost painful, but not as loud as Pantha’s moans as she was filled. There was no doubt she was enjoying herself, enjoying being used—enjoying how Tom got off on fucking her.

Both Carol and Diana rubbed harder. This was what they’d been waiting for. They watched the lovers’ faces even more closely than their delicious bodies, seeing how Pantha’s eyes closed in strenuous pleasure and Tom grimaced lustfully, a taut smile on his face. He was enjoying how Pantha’s body sang with his thrusts into her.

Then Pantha’s eyes flew open. Her mouth opened wide. “Ohhhhhh!” she wailed desperately.

“Holy shit, she’s coming!” Carol gasped.

Pantha kept moaning, her eyes clouded over, but the tilt of her head seemingly focused on Carol and Diana. The more they looked at her, the more it seemed like she was looking at them—including them, even in her moment of ecstasy.

And yet neither of the watchers stopped. They were too far gone to care if she saw them; too far gone to be turned off if she did. They were so aroused, it almost seemed to add to it, having Pantha watch them get off on her being fucked.

Then Carol heard Diana whimper, slanted her eyes and saw a spray of liquid ecstasy from Diana’s womanhood. No sooner had Carol seen it than she spurted too, feeling the warm rush cover her rubbing hand. She ground her palm against her glistening, spilling folds, never taking her eyes off Pantha and Tom—but listening to her girlfriend keen with satiation.

Tom grunted in satisfaction, loud enough to send ripples through the pool water. It was clear he had come. And Pantha had enjoyed it… one look at her slackened face, her glazed expression, showed just how much.

“I think she liked us watching,” Diana said in a whisper.

“I’m not sure it mattered,” Carol said. “If that man were fucking me, it wouldn’t make much of a difference whether I got a steak dinner too, y’know?”

“Should we… keep watching?”

“They’re still naked,” Carol reasoned. “But they’ll probably leave soon.”

“Mmm—not too soon, I hope,” Diana moaned.

The women rubbed themselves for more. They were sensitive after their orgasms, almost too sensitive, but the pain reminded them of how brutally Tom had fucked Pantha. As savagely as a woman could be fucked and still enjoy it, it had looked like.

“Are you looking at him or her?” Diana asked.

“That’s private!” Carol replied.

“Nothing about this is that private.”

They kept watching, kept touching, as Tom and Pantha caught their breaths. Then they saw them pick themselves up and put on their clothes.

They walked around the pool, arms around each other, but by then, neither Carol or Diana could stop. First it was the memory of the sex, then the smell of the fuck in the air, and finally the fact that Tom and Pantha were standing over them as they played with themselves, practically participating in their mutual masturbation, they were so close.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Pantha said, her voice lilting with amusement. “We’d love to stay a while longer, but it seems like we’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“Thanks for having us,” Tom put in, so incredibly stoic in the timbre of his voice that it had to be a put-on, some sly sense of humor underlying his total deadpan.

“Anytime,” Carol moaned.

“Please let us have you again!” Diana cooed.

“I think we’ve gotten to know each other well enough for one night,” Tom husked.

“But there’s always tomorrow,” Pantha added. She ruffled Diana’s hair. “And the two of you would look great in some of my old clothes. It seems I have to give some of them away. Tom not approving, you know.”

“I think you know now how much I do approve,” Tom said, putting a hand on the small of Pantha’s back to press her forward. “But before I approve any further, we really should go somewhere soundproof.”

“Or you could gag me,” Pantha retorted.

They might’ve left then, but by now, Diana was too far involved in her self-pleasure to pay attention to their whereabouts.

“We definitely need to swap with them,” she moaned.

“Oh yes,” Carol agreed. “But which one do you want and which one do I get?”

Diana tried to think about it, but she couldn’t ponder the idea very much at all before she came.