Sunday when Sophie came back from the store, she found John sitting on the recliner. Camilla was on her hands and knees above him in a 69 position, her ass directly in front of his face.
Camilla was obviously recovering from an orgasm. Out of breath, she panted, “OMG, Sophie…I taught him how to eat ass…he is so fucking good at it. You have got to try this!”
Sophie removed her clothing and swapped places with her friend, assuming the same position. She felt John’s strong hands on her hips, holding her in place.
She felt his kisses on her buttocks, then gentle sucking and nibbles. Thinking this was “eating ass” as Camilla so crudely put it, she sighed. This did feel good.
“Ooooohhh gaaaaawwwwwdd…”
She was taken completely by surprise and enthralled by the sensation as John’s soft but firmly pointed tongue penetrated her anal bud. As he continued to make love to her tenderly, she cried out.
She looked up at her friend with a what the ever-loving fuck expression on her face.
“I know, right? It is amazing. Just wait…he can make you cum this way!”
And he did…and he had another surprise for her. Just as the orgasm began to course through her, with her legs shaking, John slid two fingers into her vagina and began massaging her G-spot while continuing to tongue her ass.
He had to hold her in place with his other arm wrapped around her thigh because she was now screeching and flailing uncontrollably with the electricity of multiple orgasms from multiple sources firing through her entire body. He refused to let up until she finally over powered him with the intensity of it all.
“Motherfucker!! sonufabitch!! FUCK that was good!”
She lay shaking on top of him. When she was finally able to get up, she looked down on him and his…umm…shit eating grin.
“Laugh it up, honey. Now every time I see you layed back in that recliner, I’m going to want to stick my ass in your face…so you can eat my pussy or my ass…”
John laughed and licked his lips hungrily.
They ordered pizza for dinner, none of them possessing the desire to cook. After dinner, Camilla announced “It is time.”
Sophie asked, “So what is the plan?”
“Well, it is time for his test. He needs to go down on both of us again…this time we vote on whether or not he has earned an orgasm of his own…”
Poor John. He had become quite accomplished. He went down on Sophie first, then Camilla. And when Camilla was coming down from her series of orgasms, the sights and sounds of it made Sophie want more. Then the same thing happened again with Camilla.
Finally, two hours later, the ladies were ready to vote.
Sophie was an enthusiastic yes.
Camilla was coy with her answer. “I don’t know…he obviously has improved a great deal. But would we call him a cunnilingus master yet? I mean, I think we’re both biased at this point.”
The girls whispered to each other, leaving the tension and apprehension to build for John. Finally Sophie addressed him.
“We are going to let you cum…you have definitely earned it…”
They giggled conspiratorily, and Camilla finished the thought.
“But I would not call you a master cunnilinguist yet. You are good, but I’ve had better soooo…we are not going to make it quick…or easy…”
John was led to the bedroom and tied spread eagle on the bed. Sophie produced the key from around her neck and unlocked Big John. Then she carefully removed the extension, it’s sound sliding out of John’s manhood with a plop.
John looked down at his throbbing, impossibly hard cock, bare for the first time in months.
Sophie leaned in and began kissing him lovingly. He groaned into her mouth when he felt Camilla’s full, velvety lips slide down his erection, her mouth enveloping him.
She obviously enjoyed fellatio a great deal, bathing him with her tongue, sucking gently and alternating her speed. Sophie kissed, then twisted his nipples painfully, making sure the blowjob did not take him over the edge too quickly.
The edge. He was about to experience edging in an extreme.
He felt his orgasm approaching…the first one he’d had in months. His balls tightened up, his cock pulsed, he could feel he was about to blow.
“Oh, oh! Gaawd!”
And then, nothing. Camilla was an expert. She suddenly rose up, leaving John’s cock to feel nothing but the coolness of her saliva against his flesh.
She smiled as his penis pulsed violently, then a small stream of precum emitted from it’s head and flowed down it’s shaft. But no orgasm. John impulsively thrust upwards, trying to find friction to finish. But nothing was there to help him.
“Aaaauuuuggghhhh!”
Both women caressed his legs and arms softly, helping to calm him. So that the process could begin again.
By the time an hour had passed, he had become so sensitive that the edging was initiated simply by Sophie tracing the length of his member with a fingernail. As he thrashed about desperately, he cried out, “Oh, please! PLEASE! Hhaaarrnnngghhfuckplease?”
Sophie looked at Camilla, think it’s time?
Camilla nodded, finally having some compassion for the poor unfortunate soul. Or fortunate, depending on one’s proclivities.
“So should we draw straws or something to see who goes first?”
“Oh, no. He’s your man, you should get him first. Besides, it won’t last long and he’s gonna make an awful mess.”
She was correct.
Sophie lined herself up, and sank onto John’s seeringly hot manhood. Before she had even managed to slide all of the way down, he cried out in aganozing pleasure and she felt his cock explode within her.
He screamed, every muscle in his body drawn tight, thrashing and thrusting violently…it felt as if gallons of cum burst from his swollen head in an instant, filling Sophie’s sex to overflowing.
She came. Certainly not from a good fucking…but from the intense eroticism of the moment.
She heard Camilla admonish her, “Don’t just sit there…FUCK him…drain him.”
When at long last he was spent, Camilla whispered into her friend’s ear.
Sophie let his flaccid cock plop out of her, then moved swiftly up his body until her cum-filled pussy covered his mouth. He had no choice but to gulp his seed which flowed out of her. “Clean me up, babe.”
He was still taking in these new sensations when he felt it.
Camilla lifted his spent, flaccid manhood from his abdomen and pressed it into her entrance. Holding it firmly in place, she squeezed it inside of her and began rotating back and forth.
John screamed into Sophie’s soft nether lips. If he could speak he would have been shouting, “Noo! Too much! Too fucking sensitive!” Instead he moaned and cried and tried to move out from under her.
But Camilla had his hips locked, as Sophie had his head in a vice. They both enjoyed his contortions as cum continued to leak into his mouth. He had to swallow as his groans helped his lips massage Sophie’s pussy.
Camilla continued to fuck his helpless cock until it finally surpassed it’s sensitivity and became turgid once more. She enjoyed a good, long, orgasm-filled ride until he cried out and came again.
When Sophie finished her orgasms from his now talented tongue, Camilla took her place so he could clean her as well.