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He's pretty sure it's 'no holds barred', a wrestling term, but as she swallowed his erection, squeezed his balls, and shoved her finger up his ass all at once he was too busy swearing, groaning, and arching to correct her. he was wet back there with sweat, a bit of wayward semen, and their saliva, and she'd thoughtfully wet her finger prior to her sudden assault, but she jammed it in way past the first knuckle, like maybe she was trying to find his uvula via the scenic route.
Harry think her finger also mistook his sensitive gland for that mini-speed bag, and she began poking it in a relentless rhythm: he was sure he wasn't going to survive thirty seconds of this without doing his best Mt. Vesuvius impression. Luckily, Tracey realized, by his sounds and his writhing, that Daphne was cheating and called her off just in time. Still, he think he may have spilled a bit of cum down her throat, judging by the way she licked her lips as she let him slide free.
Tracey resumed her much more artistic form of fellatio, her fingers playing his cock, balls, and asshole with the dexterity of a skilled clarinetist as she focused on what she knew to be his most sensitive spots. he wanted her to win, he think, though he was also very curious about Daphne: the thing was, no matter who won he had no way to know if they'd choose to ride his cock or his mouth. Either way, two at once was going to be a first for him, just as every step of this adventure had been since the moment Tracey had tied him down.
Tracey played by the rules, never more than an inch of her finger up his bum, but that inch contains a buttload (if you'll pardon the expression...) of nerve endings, and she found them all. Between that and her lips and tongue working hungrily at the head of his cock, he was locked and loaded when she passed him back to Daphne.
When that little vixen licked her way all the way up his length before once again taking him down her throat – again snaking a probing finger far too deeply into his ass – that was all she wrote. We had liftoff, and he groaned and bucked upwards, thrusting his cock as deep as possible as he spurted helplessly down her throat.
Astonishingly, she didn't bail out on him. She squeezed her eyes closed and held him by the nuts as he pumped merrily into her willing gullet, never once choking, gagging or coughing as he spilled what felt like a huge bolus of cum into her tummy. With full stimulation and an eager recipient, this climax was a much-needed release of his pent-up energies, far exceeding the partly-ruined airgasm they'd tricked him into the first time.
Tracey was watching, grinning, as Daphne kept her lips locked around the base of his cock. She knew he was coming – anyone within a hundred yards probably did – and he think she was as impressed by her friend's oral talents as he was. Harry noticed that she was not just standing idly by, watching; instead, one hand was pinching her nipples as the other stroked her pussy through her thin knit shorts. He had no doubt that she was dripping; Tracey totally gets off on sucking a hard cock.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and Daphne, rather selfishly, he thought, required air. She slowly let his hyper-sensitive cock slide up from her throat and out of her wet lips as she gasped for breath... just in time to burp heartily. That brought a laugh from him and giggles from them, but it didn't distract Daphne from her quest.
She'd won the contest and had every intention of claiming her prize, right there and then It immediately became obvious which she'd chosen – and that she had no panties on under her short skirt (the slut) - as she straddled him and, holding his still-hard cock upright, lowered herself onto me. She was hot and slick with arousal, well-lubed for entry, but she was also incredibly tight.
She moaned and shuddered as she slowly took him, inch by inch. "Fuck, Tim, that's big he can't believe how thick you feel in me."
"Yeah, you're pretty fucking tight." "Go slow, okay"
"I'm just laying here, Daphne; you go as slow as you want, but I'll remind you I just came, so you may lose me."
Tracey laughed at his warning. "I'll bet she doesn't. You're such a horndog most of the time anyway; I think you can keep it up."
"Maybe... more likely if you guys would show him some tits or something."
Daphne reached behind her and squeezed his balls. "First, we're not 'guys', and second, if your cock in his pussy isn't enough, how's this" She stripped off her little top, freeing perhaps the nicest set of big, firm tits he'dd ever seen. Full and high, with just a bit of jiggle, they were large by any measure and looked huge on her tiny frame.
He's not usually a big-boob kind of guy, preferring nice, firm handful size or even slightly flatter, more boyish figures like Tracey's – provided they had pert, responsive nipples. Daphne's breasts, however, might have made a convert of him. Perfectly rounded teardrops of flawless woman-flesh, she had hard, rosy, nickel-sized nipples jutting out of silver dollar sized areola just a tiny bit less rosy than her fat nipples.
Harry drank in the sight of her man-catchers for just a moment, his mouth starting to water before Tracey called a halt to his enjoyment.
"Wait, no you don't You get blindfolded for this part, remember"
"Oh, come on, babe How often does a guy get to enjoy a pair of melons like that Give him a break."
She grabbed the blindfold and kneeled near his shoulder. "Nope, that wasn't part of the game. No visuals for you; you'll have to rely on your other senses."
"But my hands are tied, I can't touch you"
"Your dilemma; you'll think of something."
As Tracey harassed him, Daphne had slowly been working more and more of his cock into her tight pussy, which had involved a fair bit of moaning and tit-jiggling. Much to his surprise, the feel of her tight heat around him, her sounds, and those big boobs were combining to keep him very hard. Enjoying that, he tried for a compromise with Tracey.
"You get naked too, let him see your tits, and then you can blindfold me."
"Do I need to remind you that you're totally helpless I can blindfold you – or anything else he want to do – whenever he feel like it."
She was right, of course; he'd been hoping she wouldn't call his bluff. "Well yeah, but still. Come on, show him some tits"
"Merlin, Harry well okay, just to stop your whining, but then, lights out." She quickly stripped out of her clothes, tossing them aside.
Harry love Tracey's body and can never get enough of looking at it; long and sleek, it looks designed to cut through water like a dolphin, her breasts low, smoothly-sculpted mounds above the twin vertical ridges of her taut abs, and her ass and legs firm and strong, each line of her toned muscles well-defined. She has wide shoulders above the perfect 'V' of her long torso, and when she moves it's with the graceful, coiled tension of a big cat stalking its prey.
Her nipples are a much darker rose than Daphne's, smaller diameter hard, cabernet nubs on her smaller areola, but they were rigidly erect and jutting out at least as much as her friend's. The two were a total contrast, Daphne, tiny, palle,and voluptuous, and Tracey, taller and trim, naturally olive-skinned and taut. She keeps her pussy trimmed close but not shaved, just enough dark, soft, downy curls to tickle his nose when he's in the vicinity; he hadn't seen Daphne's pussy, since she still had her tiny skirt on, but his sense from the feel of it and from knowing what a cock-tease she is, was that she kept it smooth.
Though very different, each looked like a playground a man could spend a lifetime enjoying, and he had both – or, more accurately, they had him. It was intensely frustrating to not be able to get his hands and lips on them, but still, he wasn't about to look this gift horse in the mouth.
Tracey let him enjoy her body for a few seconds, running her hands up her ribs to cup her breasts and tug at her own hard nipples, and then set about blindfolding him. As soon as she had the strip of fabric looped around his head and tied firmly, shutting off all light, he felt the bed sink on one side of his head, and then the other as she kneeled over his face and lowered her hot, horny pussy to his lips.
She was slick with need, fragrant with her own sweet scent of arousal, her clit erect between hot, puffy labia. His tongue slid eagerly between those soft pink curtains as she moved her hips, and he groaned with pleasure at the sensation of her perfect pussy gliding against his lips.
Of its own accord, his body responded, hips thrusting upward in arousal, and he felt Daphne's little ass crush against his balls as he jammed the last, thick, remaining inch of his cock into her.
She cried out, swearing at me; she hadn't been ready for that, but he hadn't done it on purpose "Ohhh, fuck, Harry God, take it easy That's a little too much of a good thing for me."
Harry apologized, saying, "Mmmff urf mumm," the best he could do with Tracey's pussy covering his mouth.
She seemed to accept it, and he heard her laugh. "God he had an easier time taking this thing down his throat than he am stuffing it in his pussy He's almost too fucking big."
Tracey giggled. "No such thing We can trade places if you'd rather he took care of that."
"Never mind It's feeling better and better every second i'm on it. I can't believe you kept this to yourself when I was right here in the same apartment; I thought we were friends." She bounced on him a couple of times to demonstrate the fact that she was adapting well. "The least you could have done was show it to me."
Tracey replied, "I figured once you got a look at it, I'd never get you off me." "You may be right about that. We are going to share this going forward, right"
Curious to see where this conversation might lead, he didn't butt in; besides, as he'd shown, he was really not at his most articulate with a mouthful of pussy.
As Tracey continued to rub her wet sex into his face, she responded, "Maybe. That will be up to Harry, I guess, because as much fun as this is, we can't keep him tied up as our sex slave forever."
"Why not I don't think he'd object too much."
At that moment in time, and maybe for the first time ever, he was actually on Daphne's side. It didn't sound half bad to him
Tracey, ever the pragmatic one, had thought of the pitfalls. "Meals, bathroom needs, showers – and he has to go to lessons on Monday"
Daphne was taking all of him quite enthusiastically now, bouncing on his cock and grinding her ass into his groin as she did hip-thrusts, moving his hard shaft inside of her. She was also still fondling and squeezing his balls behind her back, one of her curious fingers venturing into his abused ass from time to time. If this were his first round of the day it would have ended by now; since it was ostensibly his third, he was still plugging confidently along.
Daphne's actions were becoming less fluid and more marionette-like, leading him to believe (though he knew none of her tells) that she was rising toward orgasm. Still, she tried to counter Tracey's common sense. "We can give him sponge baths, feed him, and bring him drinks, and he's a guy; he can pee in a bottle. It just seems such a shame to let him go when this works so well."
Tracey moaned as he thrust his tongue into her steaming pussy. "Mmm, oh yes, like that. Merlin" She pressed down, almost smothering him as she responded. "Yeah, with a helping hand he can pee in a bottle, but you're conveniently ignoring one other significant problem."
Daphne sighed and then came, staying fully impaled on his cock as she ground her hips into him. Other than some moaning and a couple of "Oh, Merlin", she was blessedly silent through her orgasm. As her pussy clamped and spasmed on his cock he wondered if it might be possible to keep her silent in a perpetual state of blissful (for him) orgasm.
Too soon, though, she caught her breath, and then she was talking again. "I know, we'd have to let him up to go to the john. Still, a girl can dream, can't she"
"Mmm, yeah, that's it Lick right there, baby." Harry could feel Tracey shuddering, approaching her own climax. "I think, I will let us tie him up again sometime; this hasn't worked out badly for him at all, I don't think. Am I right, lover boy"
She asked, but didn't raise up to let him reply, so he nodded, eager and agreeable. That may have been her clever plan all along because with his nose pressed against her clit and his tongue inside of her, his nod pushed her over the edge and she came. he cooperated by continuing to rub his nose on her sensitive little nubbin and her thighs clamped onto his head as her hand seized a fistful of his hair; his tongue in her pussy, she flooded his mouth and he lapped it up like a kitten with a bowl of cream.
After that it became a blur; he felt fingers between his pubic bone and Daphne's pussy – Tracey's fingers, he's pretty sure, frigging her diminutive blonde roommate to another orgasm. Tracey lifted off of him and reversed field so that her little rosebud was being prodded by the tip of his nose and leaned forward above him, thrusting her clit into his mouth; he sucked at it even as he heard similar sucking and slurping sounds from them.
Harry think they were either swapping spit or sucking each other's nipples, and he would have given his left nut to watch them... They both came again, several times, and he stopped trying to keep track. he'd always loved that Tracey is so powerfully multi-orgasmic, and the fact that Daphne seemed to be as well was the cherry on his sundae.
With Tracey on his face, Daphne vigorously riding his cock, her fingers on his balls and up his ass and visions of them doing each other dancing in his head, his fleshy little pot of gonads reached a boil and he was coming. To his credit, he tried to warn her, just in case, but it came out more as, "Agffurmfin" and then he was blasting a huge load of cream into Daphne's depths and he didn't care anymore.
Fortunately, she didn't seem to care either and took it eagerly, coming as his cock flexed and pumped inside of her. It was intense for him, with the strangeness of her riding him and the way she felt adding to his pleasure, and it seemed equally intense for her. Our noisy climax seemed to push Tracey to another powerful orgasm as well and she cried out as she continued to grind her pussy against his eager tongue.
Harry was too soon done, his orgasm more of a sudden event while theirs were more like a journey, but he think for all of them, getting there had been most of the fun. As they each came slowly off the peak of their climax, Tracey slid off his face and stretched out alongside him, her head on his shoulder, then reached up and untied his blindfold and pulled it free. Daphne simply collapsed forward onto his chest, her big tits pressed against his upper abdomen and his cock still inside of her as cum trickled out around it and onto his balls. It would get soft and bendy and slip out of its own accord soon enough, he knew, but for now it felt pretty damn happy right where it was, in her warm, wet sheath.
Tracey on his right shoulder, breathing deeply and cuddled to his side, felt very natural; it felt odd to have Daphne so happily snuggled into his chest, however, the two of them having shared such a long, strong, mutual dislike. Still, it was nice, her beautiful long blond hair draped across his ribs as she too went limp with exhaustion.
Harry get a little mushy after sex, tending to let his guard down and show his emotions more easily. Accordingly, it seemed like a perfect situation for putting an arm around each of them and pulling them to him in a three-way cuddle so that they could all share in the afterglow. It might even have broken down some walls with Daphne that mere sucking and fucking hadn't, but the ropes tying his wrists to the bedposts prevented him from following through on the thought.
As he'd known it would, his softening cock soon slithered out of Daphne in a gush of cum. he gasped at the sensation of it being forced out of her tight heat, but she started, twitching sharply against his chest.
"Mmm, god That big cock felt so good inside of me, and now I feel so relaxed and you know, used, all loose and messy," she giggled.
"Yeah, I came in you. Sorry, but he tried to warn you."
"I know, I felt it. It felt good, your cock so huge and hard and pulsing like that as you came. It's fine, Harry;I love the way that feels, and he'd have pulled away if he was worried about it." She slid off his chest and curled into his other side, opposite Tracey. "Fuck, it's been a very long time since I came like that"
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