I looked back at Tammy, at those mountain-lake eyes, and suddenly wondered why I’d thought redheads were trump.
“OK.” My smile might have been a little stiff, but it wasn’t forced.
I turned, moved towards my chair to sit down.
I stopped when all four women drifted up, stood in a circle around me, their eyes flipping from my face to my dick, up and down. Tammy reached up with one hand and turned my chin towards her.
“It was my fault, Ty,” she repeated. “Don’t be angry at them. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, Tammy And it’s me who should apologize, but you’re a truly lovely woman. I can’t help…” My eyes dropped, indicating.
She smiled slightly, tilted her head up, her lips a couple of inches from mine in invitation.
How could I not? When I bent towards her, those lips were as soft as they had been before, her tongue every bit as exciting. Then her hand touched my chest. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me. I leaned into the kiss, sensed her take a deeper breath.
Her hand ran over my chest, traced my collarbone, circled a nipple, slowly explored my sixpack, then stopped just above my now rampant wood. Her lips pulled back half an inch, uttered just one word in a very low voice.
“Please?”
I let my lips answer for me and moaned slightly as soft fingers made a circle around my shaft, eased along me, just barely touching. She stopped at my rim, ran her thumb lightly over my crown, then moved back to my base and started again.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Quinn’s mouth drop open. She was breathing hard, her nostrils expanded. Her nipples poked stiffly against the thin fabric of her blouse. Even with Tammy’s hand running up and down me, the sight of them sent a little more voltage through my system. My cock twitched, pulsed slightly and Tammy giggled.
“Day-um!” Quinn breathed, staring at the slim hand moving along me. “I didn’t… I mean, I had no idea…”
The expression on her face made me smile more; whether it was sangria or lust, her eyes had almost glazed over, were barely focussed. I could see her gently gnawing her lower lip.
Gale shook herself like a dog coming in from the rain. Keeping her eyes locked on Tammy and me, she backed away to her chair, found her sketchpad and charcoal. She began scrawling furiously over the paper, her eyes flipping back and forth from her drawing to my cock as it grew harder and darker under Tammy’s gently-moving hand.
Heather found her own sketchpad but tossed it back on her chair.
“No,” she mumbled. ‘I’d need a bigger sheet of paper.”
Gale snorted. She didn’t stop sketching.
Heather and Quinn came to me on soft feet, stopped. Their eyes were enormous as their hands approached, touched, began to sweep over my face and neck and arms and chest and buttocks, stroking my skin, tracing my muscles. Their touch felt sizzling, captivating. Heather leaned in, her nose touching my skin, inhaled deeply.
Tammy pulled my lips into hers, continued to gently tease and stroke my cock, driving up my lust with each stroke. The girl was an expert; she would take a very long time, but I knew I’d be in a coma when it finally happened.
Heather knelt now, her eyes inches from it. She licked her lips, her hands swirling over my legs, squeezing my bum, fingers slipping between my cheeks. A drop of liquid appeared on my tip; Heather extended one forefinger. Tammy held me in place while the lovely redhead gently spread it over my mushroom. It felt as exciting as the smile on her face. Her hand dropped and Tammy recommenced her caresses.
I could see Quinn’s body tremble as one of her thumbs ran over a fabric-covered nipple. Her hands dropped, crossed at her waist, seized the hem of the garment and with a smooth tug, pulled it up over her head. Her breasts were shapely, pert, high on her chest; her café-au-lait nipples long and hard.
I ran my arm around Tammy’s waist, began to fondle her bum, fingers sinking onto flesh both soft and firm. I held her head with my other hand, my thumb sweeping her cheekbone.
“Move your hand, Ty,” Gale commanded. “I can’t see your face. Put it behind your head. I want to capture your expression when…”
She didn’t finish, but I knew what she meant. I kept my one hand on Tammy’s bottom, continued that blazing, mind-warping kiss, but raised my other as Gale had ordered.
Quinn stepped to behind me. Her hands began running over my back and thighs. One slid between my buttocks, stretched forward to caress my balls, fondling and pulling them gently.
I felt a surge of lust roar within me. Breathing was suddenly difficult, my legs began to quiver.
Heather rose, began licking my nipple, ran her hands over my chest and abdomen.
Tammy pulled away, smiling impishly and began to pump my cock, harder, faster now, none of the extended, slow pleasuring she’d been giving me. Her free hand swept over my stomach and chest, fingertips gliding over shaven skin.
Gale looked at the scene, paused her art long enough to approach. She whispered in Tammy’s ear and pushed her gently aside to give me a blistering kiss of her own before she backed away and returned to her drawing.
Tammy returned, gently caught my lower lip between sharp teeth, held me motionless as her pounding hand pulled me over the brink into searing, withering orgasm. Her mouth released me and eight wide eyes watched, almost in awe, the thick gouts erupting from my cock, landing across the grass in front of me, coating Tammy’s hand and wrist. Laughing delightedly, Quinn gently pulled down on my sac. Heather pinched my nipple between thumb and finger. The jets continued; I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard or so long.
It faded. I groaned, felt my knees grow weak, began to sag. I closed my eyes, close to fainting.
I felt Gale’s hand on my cheek, felt Quinn and Heather help me to the grass.
Tammy lay down, curled herself against me with almost feline grace, rested her head on my shoulder.
“Thanks for staying, Ty,” she whispered.
Gale laughed softly, almost lovingly.
I felt somebody’s hand on my sex, stroking softly, another under my balls, caressing, encouraging, reigniting. I felt myself beginning to grow hard again.
I heard Heather giggle. I opened my eyes to see she too had removed her blouse. Her arms were behind her back and I saw her bra straps suddenly loosen on her shoulders.
“Do you think we can convince him to stay a bit longer?” she whispered.
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