It was not even the threatened spanking. He thought, if Camilla only knew how much her hitting him had aroused him. Spanking him was anything but a deterrent.
When Camilla walked back into the room with a sturdy ping pong paddle in her right hand, she was surprised to find Sophie clasping John’s hair desperately, her mouth working in a silent scream as her body trembled through a series of orgasms.
John’s body was entirely still, with the exception of his mouth moving back and forth over Sophie’s labia, his tongue swirling around her clit. He sucked as much of her sex as he could into his mouth, still tonguing her bud, and her screams became VERY audible.
“Damn…good boy.” Camilla caressed his back in appreciation.
When Sophie had returned to Earth, John sat back on his haunches and looked at them both in satisfaction. In his heart, he was hoping for a reward.
“Good job, Johnny. I have a something for you!” It was if she could read his mind. She could, and she was toying with him.
Camilla stepped over and straddled his head. Remaining standing, she pressed his mouth against her sopping wet center.
“An opportunity to prove you can do it again…”
She tasted delicious. He began lapping at her large, distended clit. She smacked him playfully.
“Uh-uh…bad Johnny. Begin in zone one…the rules haven’t changed. At least ten minutes in each zone, big boy.”
Sonuvabitch. That meant he would be leaned backwards in the middle of the floor, off balance, for nearly an hour…maybe more than an hour. His best hope for stability was to press his mouth against her, so he did so.
He had tenderly made love to her thighs and the space between her thighs and her labia. He was suckling and bathing her swollen outer labia when he unintentionally sealed his fate with a new job.
As he was running his tongue down her labia, he inadvertantly went too far. His tongue played across Camilla’s tight rear bud and she squealed in surprised delight.
“OMG, why didn’t I think of that?? That felt so good. You just added a new zone…Zone A for analingus!”
John began to tentatively play his tongue near her anus.
“No, no. Not now…focus on your task. Zone A is gonna be an entirely different class. For now, get back to seeing if you can stretch that tongue enough to touch my G-Spot. Big payback if’n ya do…you’ll be my hero.”
He never quite reached her sweet spot, but it was not for lack of trying. He was rewarded with happy sighs from his charge. She left him in zone four for another half hour, letting him explore her insides so that he could map them if asked.
Then she told him to move to the girl in the boat, “Yeah, the GIRL in the boat…why the hell would it be a man?”
She had been standing for sometime. But between resting a hand on the back of a couch and his support at her crotch, she was comfortable. On his knees, leaned back to provide her seat, he was not comfortable…but that was her intent.
“Now learn my clitty…don’t try to make me cum yet…just massage and caress her with your tongue and mouth til you know her well.”
Sophie had been sitting on the couch since she had experienced her first ever orgasms at the tip of John’s tongue. Now as she watched him servicing her friend, she could not help but be drawn to the sight of his cock supporting Big John, who bounced obscenely from his midsection everytime Camilla pressed downwards onto his face.
Big John was exposed and inviting from John’s position on his haunches. Soon she was soaked with excitement. She got down on her knees facing away from John, then lined Big John up with her entrance. She addressed her friend.
“Sorry, Cammy…I gotta test his ability to focus on you.”
John could not see what was happening. He could not feel her with his penis, but he could feel Big John moving. And once she had fully impaled herself upon his always ready, life-like second cock, he felt her flesh against his flesh.
Sophie began fucking herself on him slowly, groaning in pleasure. Knowing what was happening and hearing her satisfaction, John moaned with desire. Damn he wanted to feel Sophie on his own manhood. Each time she pressed down upon Big John, the sound was pressed into his own shaft.
“Oooooohhhh….hhmmmgghhh”
Camilla clasped her fingers in his hair tightly, “FOCUS. Concentrate on my girl…you care about MY pleasure, don’t you?”
He nodded his head and resumed twirling his tongue around her big clit.
“Mmmm…that’s it…make ME cum now. That way Sophie and I can cum together. Mutual orgasms would be nice, wouldn’t they?”
Of course mutual orgasms normally meant the man and the woman came together in glorious release. But that could not happen. He would only be a conduit…closing the circuit so the women could both cum together with him hopelessly denied in between.
He nodded…yes, mutual orgasms would be nice. Then he tried to forget everything else…his fiance’ bouncing on his cock…Sophie’s cries…he was one with Camilla’s sex and nothing more. He sucked her into his mouth, then began lashing her clit mercilessly.
“Fuck!! YES!! MOOOORE!!!”
John could not tell you which of them began their violent orgasms first. All he knew was that Camilla’s thighs were locked tightly to his head, she was passionately fucking herself against his face while he desperately tried to keep his tongue on her clitoris. His hips were being pounded repeatedly as Sophie fucked Big John with abandon.
And with his ears covered, he could still hear the orgasmic screams and cries from both women. It seemed to go on forever. It warmed him to his core.
When Sophie was sated, she held herself fully engaged on Big John…more for support than anything else, as her legs trembled and she rested on her arms. She shook for a long time while the orgasms disipated.
Camilla’s legs were shaking also, but after her first series of orgasms she still wanted more. Pressing John close, she moaned, “Don’t stop…again, please…”
John was only too happy to oblige. He had so much sexual energy built up, and through her orgasms was his only hope for channeling it somewhere besides his body.
So he bathed her sex tenderly with his flattened, soft tongue until she began bucking against him again. Then he pointed his tongue as she had taught him and lashed her clit longingly.
“Aaaaayyyee! Huummmpphhyes!”
Once her orgasms had subsided, Camilla fell onto the couch to recover, sitting next to where Sophie was doing the same.
They took in the sight that was John. Covered in perspiration and girl cum, trembling with need, yet with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
“And what are you smiling about?”
He grinned back, “I did it!”
“Yes, yes you did honey. I love you!” Sophie was proud of him…and happy to look forward to a lifetime of his newly learned talents.
The remainder of the weekend went quickly. John was still required to spend his waking moments at the girl’s centers. Even if he was not actively performing cunnilingus, that was his place for the weekend. Camilla told him after his performance, he was free to decide what zone he would play in while going down on them, so he could hone his skills.