I wondered what had just transpired, but figured that I’d find out soon enough.
Kristen moved closer to me, and kissed me once again.
I had both of my hands free, so I took my left one — the one nearest to Kristen — and started to softly rub her breast. Again, this was a first for us; we had shared a couple of of blow jobs and a few hugs and kisses, but I really hadn’t had a chance to explore Kristen’s body.
Kristen cooed her appreciation as my fingers traced the outline of her breast, her nipple hardening as my fingers caressed it.
Kristen leaned closer and kissed me once more.
I was now getting exquisite sensations from three directions: Patty and her hand job, Kristen’s kiss, and the tactile sensation as my fingers tried to memorize every goose bump on Kristen’s right breast.
It soon sent me into sensory overload. I could feel my cock start its contractions, and Patty slowed down her motions almost to the point of distraction.
At that moment, Kristen also broke the kiss off with me, startling me even more.
I moaned in protest as the two girls had picked a particularly lousy time to stop what they were doing… just as I was about to shoot! However, I soon found out why they had done so: Kristen lowered her head into my lap and wrapped her lips around my organ, merely seconds before my jism started its journey out of my balls.
I could now feel the suction within Kristen’s mouth as Patty resumed her almost tortuous slow-motion up and down caresses of my tool.
To say, "I came" would be a gross understatement. My hips were in the air about six inches off the ground as my shoulder blades and heels arched my body.
I felt the knob of my cock penetrate deeper into Kristen’s mouth than ever before, her lips pushing Patty’s hands down into my sparse pubic hairs and around my balls.
All the air was expended from my lungs as I screamed in blissful agony. I could feel the warmth of Kristen’s mouth caress almost every inch of my dick, and she continued sucking.
I closed my eyes, one part of my mind hoping that my orgasm would stop and allow my body to recover, another part of my mind wishing that this wonderful pain would continue forever.
I don’t know how long I lay there; I lost all track of time.
Eventually, I noticed that I was hard. I couldn’t remember if I was still hard, or if I had been manipulated into readiness by the continuation of Kristen’s warm mouth moving up and down my penis, her speed matching Patty’s deliberate pace. I knew that it was Kristen sucking me without opening my eyes as there were no longer any hands jacking me, which was a peculiarity of Kristen’s technique.
The pace wasn’t as tortuous as before, since my orgasm had already passed. Actually, it was now starting to feel like heaven.
I finally opened my eyes and found that I was now the center of attention of the four girls. Kristen’s attention, obviously, was on sucking me. The other three girls were looking at the two of us, sitting cross-legged with their mouths opened in astonishment.
"The mummy awakes!" Wendy said, drawing chuckles from the other two girls.
My dick felt a spasm as Kristen’s suction modified strangely. I felt contractions around its knob, and then I heard Kristen cough, expelling my rod from her mouth.
Camille patted Kristen’s back, as she continued to cough.
I, as well as the other girls, started to worry about Kristen, who seemed to have quite a fit.
Finally, Kristen stopped coughing. "Don’t EVER do that again!" she said, breathlessly.
Huh? What did I do?
I then remembered that when I had arched my back, I must have forced my penis further into Kristen’s mouth than she could take. Did I almost choke her?
But Kristen wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Wendy. "Don’t you EVER make me laugh with that… monster… in my mouth!"
I felt better; Kristen wasn’t angry with me. Then I giggled as I imagined Kristen attempting to keep from laughing while she had a sizable portion of my pecker in her throat. It was a weird mental image.
Patty and Camille started laughing again, and were joined by Kristen.
Wendy said, sheepishly, "Sorry, Kris."
"'Sokay," Kristen answered, moving over to hug Wendy. "No hard feelings." Then Kristen leered at me, and added, "Well, except for a certain SOMEBODY."
The girls giggled once again.
Wendy looked over to me, and asked, "Could I have, maybe, a little feel?"
"Huh?" asked Kristen, confused, as she hadn’t seen the direction of Wendy’s gaze.
Patty answered, "Sure, Wendy. I don’t think the zombie would mind."
Wendy broke the hug with Kristen, and moved closer to me. "You know, it’s not fair. Cammie had to tell her fantasy and play with herself. You had your girlfriends play with you! And you didn’t tell us your fantasy!"
I shook my head, and said, "I… um… I’m living it!"
Kristen and Patty beamed at my compliment at their work.
Wendy put her hand on my woody, which was sticking straight up as I was still laying down, my head and back on a carpet of pine needles. She looked impressed. "I don’t remember tenth graders with units this big."
"I think it’s gotten bigger with all the action it’s seen recently," Patty observed.
"Well, maybe I should have given Joe a few more tries, back then, huh?" joked Wendy as she moved her hands up and down my shaft with a slight twisting motion, one that felt very much like my own technique — when I don’t have female volunteers available, that is.
Like Camille, Wendy was very competent at administering hand jobs. It didn’t take her very long to get me almost to the boiling point, which surprised me since I had just shot off (or had I? I DID lose track of time… ).
My body started to squirm in anticipation, and I looked up and saw Kristen licking her lips, getting ready to suck me again. I was going to ask her to let Wendy finish me, when I remembered that I had "programmed" Kristen to love the taste of my semen.
What kind of heel would I be to deny Kristen the taste that she loved, although she hopefully no longer craved? I nodded to her, giving her permission to go ahead.
Kristen started licking the tip of my knob, since Wendy’s hands were moving the entire length of my shaft. Her action surprised Wendy a bit, and she lowered her stimulating hands slightly to allow Kristen more room to suck me.
But Kristen didn’t do so. She continued licking me, suspending her head above my shaft.
Patty and Camille watched the three of us, their eyes glued to the sight of me being licked and rubbed at the same time by two lovely women.
I reached over and gave one of Wendy’s boobs a tweak. This caused a bit of a stutter in her hand’s ministrations, but Wendy quickly recovered.
Patty was always mentioning about the size of Wendy’s hooters, but I found that Wendy’s breasts were quite unique among the smorgasbord of tits that I had in front of me for an additional reason. The shape of Wendy’s breasts were conical, rather than round, and they sagged just a little as she sat upright. They also were lacking in much color difference, except where her tan line was revealed. Her aureolae were hardly noticeable, and her nipples stuck out in shape, but not in color. This was in stark contrast to Kristen, whose aureolae were so much darker than the rest of the skin of her breasts.
I continued to lightly twist Wendy’s nipple using a technique that I had learned that Patty seemed to love. I felt her nipple enlarge under my fingers, surprising me, since I had thought that it was already erect.
Kristen was still just licking me, although her tongue was making more contact, slathering the entire knob with a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum.