“Can you cum before him?” Swati
asked, chuckling, her breasts shaking with her laughter.
But before Zoya or her body could
respond, Ashwin began to cum, his cock jerking and shooting semen on to Zoya’s
hands and breasts. Ashwin grunted, lifting his hips slightly off the stool as
his dick shot string after string of semen rapidly on to Swati’s hands and
body. Swati kept giggling all through his orgasm.
Her concentration broken by
Ashwin’s orgasm and ejaculation, Zoya stopped diddling. Her crotch felt warm
and tingly, close to an orgasm, but she assumed now that Ashwin had cum, her
part of the job was done.
Once Ashwin was fully done, Swati
slurped his semen off her fingers hungrily. She wiped his semen off her breasts
and tummy, and licked it, drinking it up as well.
“Looks like Ashwin won the first
round,” Swati said laughing, Ashwin’s semen dribbling out the corners of her
mouth.
Ashwin grunted gutturally.
“Yes, yes, we’ll go again,” Swati
said to him.
“You do both,” Ashwin said,
issuing a cryptic sort of command, to which Swati nodded.
Swati disappeared from the room
for a few minutes, leaving Ashwin and Zoya in the room, naked, in awkward
silence. Zoya sat up, bending her legs to her chest, hiding her perky boobs
behind them.
Swati reappeared with a strange
piece of leather furniture. It was a sort of a small part of a circle, with a
headrest.
“Sit on this, with your crotch near
me,” Swati said, placing the strange chair beside Ashwin’s stool.
Standing up, Zoya asked, “Can he
go again?”
Swati laughed loudly. “Yes, he
can,” she said, laughter on her face. “Can you?”
Zoya nodded and placed her hips
on the weird seat , spreading her legs wide.
Swati knelt down, going back on
her knees and placed her hand on Ashwin’s cock again. Now that he was done with
his first cumshot, his dick had gone limp again. Swati began massaging his cock
with her left hand. With her right, she picked up the long-handled vibrator and
flicked a switch on it, turning it on.
Then, wordlessly, looking into
Zoya’s eyes, Swati moved the vibrator close to Zoya’s vagina, and with her left hand she continued to massage
Ashwin’s cock. Zoya’s eyes closed involuntarily, her toes curling as she felt
the vibrator touch her vaginal lips.
“Gooooooh!” Zoya groaned,
muttering gibberish as she felt the vibrator push up into her vagina, entering
it. Swati deftly pushed the round head of the vibrator up until part of it vibrated
against Zoya’s clitoris, the rest of it vibrating against Zoya’s vaginal
muscles and lips.
Zoya pushed her head back on the
small head-rest the seat provided, opening her legs as wide as she could. She
was vaguely aware of Ashwin groaning and the sound of Swati’s hand as it jerked
his organ. She felt her knees and thighs begin to tremble, finding it harder
and harder to breathe. She bucked
her hips against the vibrator, grinding her crotch into it, attempting to take
as much of it inside her as possible.
“Looks like she is going to beat you this time,” Swati said.
Zoya opened her eyes, with a
superhuman effort, and saw that Ashwin’s teeth were clenched, his neck and
shoulder muscles tense. She felt Swati push the toy deeper into her forcefully.
Moaning loudly, she closed her eyes again, clutching the leather on the seat
near her hips.
The orgasm was unexpected, almost too sudden,
with no build up, no warning at all, absolutely no pre-orgasmic clenching.
Clearly, Zoya’s clitoral rubbing in the first round had helped build up a lot
of tension inside her. Her clitoris just
burst into a massive orgasm out of the blue, contracting suddenly and letting
out an unbelievable quantum of orgasmic heat. Zoya screamed. She pushed her
hips and crotch towards the vibrator’s head as she came. Her breasts heaved in
and out as she gasped for air; she could feel her anus in addition to her
vaginal walls clench and unclench with each wave of the orgasm. After about
thirty seconds of cumming, of clenching and unclenching as she finished, she
sighed and collapsed on to the seat.
