LIV/44
Cindy was enjoying very much my full-sized Kamilla cock. I was very deep into her with my balls pressing strong on her vulva. I was oozing loads, but under all of the wrapping. Laura kept a close eye on lubrication, adding gel and spreading Cindy's glutes to keep it well open for me and my big cock. Laura was hard with a shiny tip. She might be very close to erupting herself. I told Laura to lie down under Cindy's doggy stance, cock pointing up. Once she was there, I asked her to fuck Cindy while I pushed her towards her cock. Laura was ready to aim and easily insert her cock to the very depths of Cindy's vagina. We were taking Cindy from both sides; she trembled and panted in the excitement our cocks provoked in her insides. Laura and I had our sights locked, intensely staring at each other, as if waiting for a grimacing or ecstatic reaction in our faces when both our tips of our cocks would touch. They would not really touch, but as I encouraged Laura to push, push hard, push harder, we could feel the end of our long cocks getting close amidst the phenomenal panting Cindy was voicing as we strived with our forceful penetration; and after the panting came her words: "Come in, come in my girls, oh god, I love you girls, give me your cocks deep". I could not push anymore, I was at the deepest possible. My pressure on her was very strong enhanced by my hands gripped at her hips. How could she possibly want more of it inside? Laura was looking at me with the same face of surprise, with her hands spread big on Cindy's cheeks, continuing to open them so that I not only could continue to slide in an out easily my wide cock, but giving me the full view of my larger than life cock and it performed its fantastic penetration into Cindy's very dilated anus. I was about to come... I needed to wait a bit, wait for Cindy. I went on to softly plant the tip of my middle finger on Cindy's clit. I was already somewhat swollen, but the dizzy, circular movements on its soft bulge started its further engrossment. Where would I come? I had not thought of that: I would surely come strong, with plenty of semen I sensed and it would flood the insides of my contraption, certainly overflowing it, covering my compacted, small balls. Meanwhile, Cindy's ass would remain relatively dry, hindering my penetration and somewhat hurting her. Not sure I liked that. I decided to swiftly slide out, causing Cindy to express surprise. I quickly removed the contraption, which slid out easily leaving a glistening and wet, very engrossed cock. My cock under the fake layers had enlarged quite a lot, or was it an optical trick? Now I was free to lay all my cum in Cindy's ass. With no time to lose, as Cindy was already moaning in complaint -- though Laura had not stopped pushing her cock into her vagina- I slid again in, bare, moist, hardened, engrossed, very swift and very deep. Cindy acknowledged my presence again deep inside her by letting out a long howl of pleasure, and I got back again to the sensations I was feeling just before dismissing my fake cock, just that now they were enhanced by the contact of skin to flesh. My middle finger returned to Cindy's clit, still swollen and hard, which I imagined reddish and glowing. On a closer look, when I had the tip of my tongue swirling on it in previous encounters, I could sense the hardening, reddish tip that would lift the soft hood. And then when I had asked her to take me from behind, I had felt around my anus the hard tip of that clit as she pushed as deep as she could so that it seemed to take new dimensions and softly just peek inside me.
I came with heavy ropes of white semen flying around at the thought of enduring the groin contact I had had with Cindy in class. I made a mess of that shower, which is not usual. I mean, I had masturbated before in it but with less of a mess. This time there was semen spread everywhere, on its walls and floor. As I came I had swung my hips cock strong in my hand, swirling the semen in the air. Imagine all that semen flowing in Cindy's vagina! I would have surely overflowed fast, leaking down our legs. But that was not going to happen anytime soon. But with Cindy, or rather thinking about her and fantasizing about us, got me always in a different gear. I wondered what Cindy had done after the session. She seemed very horny; after all, she had kept pushing her pubis against my hardened cock. My guess is that she would have gone back to the changing room, removed her clothes and find a way to finish what we had started in class. I imagined that Cindy would have no problem finding help. I mean that she probably found it easy to find girls that would lick her pussy and make her come. Naked and sweaty she would wander, very relaxed, comfortable with her body, swinging her arms around, with eyes slightly closed. An internal hum would give her the rhythm to swing around. She knew that before she hit the showers, she needed to hit the high orgasm she had brewed with me. She was really looking for some cute girl among the many girls that could satisfy her. It did matter that she was pleasing to her. She normally would close her eyes as girl lapped at her folds and clit. But in one crucial moment, at the moment she wanted deep tongue inside her, she would open her eyes and observe the girl and her wet mouth. She would call her, let her see her own tongue, and smile to the girl. She would sit on a bench, her back on a wall with her legs wide open, her long labia dangling open, the clit free as she draw the hood up with one finger and pressed her pubis with the hand, and the full opening of her vagina clear for anyone to see. The girl she had chosen would be waiting mesmerized by the openness of the vulva and the swelling of her parts, those parts against which I had bumped and pressed. I had helped achieve their present flowering state; as I had come, I had imagined my cock free from my legging bumping against the open rosy flower free, as if we had been naked in class. I felt how my shaft, engrossed by the friction, had found room between her soft folds as we had pushed against each other. The tip of my cock would be in the open, free, all the sensation coming from my long shaft. Neither of us had the will to use our hands, yet, as our arms were open to the space, face to face in triangle. But the hands really wanted to be useful. She went first, with the tips of her fingers of her lower arm, detaching it from the earth, and softly rounding my swollen glans, which was not free anymore but cuddled by her. I then took the fingers of my upper arm, descending from the very top, detaching it from the sky, and its tips set off to find the bits of labia that protruded from the pressure we had at the groin. Softly my fingers hovered from her fleshy swollen labia to her empty perineum and then slowly moved to the space of her anus, for which I had to burrow with my longer middle finger under the protuberant mass of glutes that were tightly pressed against each other. I brought the wetness of her labia to the dryness of her hole. Time froze, cock and hand and vulva and hand pressed for a long time as we relaxed in Yoga fashion and we nurtured each other in our erotic feelings.
PS 18. She sought and found. She did not go far. She charmed our upstairs neighbor, to whom she explained well what she, we, wanted. I knew Alice well as she was an occasional Yoga student at our place, and with whom we share the care of our cats. We practiced together but I did not know her body well: she wore baggy clothes for yoga so I had no idea of the size of her chest or her bum. For my wife it would be a fantastic discovery. She would go first. I waited patiently.