Mr Tongue

by Honeycutt, JK

  The woman on his face squealed as he continued to suck her clit, gradually lessening his grip on it as his orgasm subsided and Shannon, lifted up off of him. Before he could go completely soft, another pussy took her place. He had no idea who sat on him now. He felt a very wet pussy, envelope his cock.

  Darting his tongue wildly around the slit of the woman on his face, it didn't take long to get her to come. She gushed juices into his mouth as she let out a long moan before standing up. Within seconds another set of pussy lips were being lowered to Matthew's mouth. He had caught a brief glance of the woman riding his cock. She looked Native American, with long black hair.

  He wished he had gotten a better look at her before someone else had sat on his face. He used his fingers and tongue to probe the pussy that pressed against his mouth. She had a slight tangy taste and it seemed to be an eternity before she came. Her juices covered his face and poured down his chest before she climbed off of him.

  The woman fucking him, moved faster, determined to make him come. It always took him a while to shoot after coming the first time. Her beauty and grace were fascinating to watch. He hoped nobody else would sit on his face yet. He moved his hands to her waist, holding her as he plowed his shaft into her deeper. He rammed in and out of her several times, hoping he could finish at the same time as her.

  He saw another women walking toward him, he quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around the one fucking him. She pulled him close to her for a deep kiss. He could taste pussy juice on her tongue. He wondered who she had been licking. The flavors in each of their mouths mixed as they thrust against each other. The only sounds in the room now, were the muffled moans they were making as everyone watched them.

  Running his fingers through her long hair, as she pulled away from the kiss, her dark eyes rolled up into her head as she squealed as in delight. Her squeezing pussy muscles gripped him like a vise as his the orgasm erupted. They fell back, landing against the carpeted floor, gasping for breath until she crawled off of him.

  Someone handed him a bottle of water. He sat up and swigged it down. Looking around the room, he noticed that most of the women were naked. Some were caressing each other while others rubbed themselves. He stood up slowly on shaky legs, looking down at his cock, which had gone completely soft.

  One of the women grabbed his hand, and said, "You look like you could use a break. Come with me."

  He followed her through the house and out the back door to a hot tub on the deck. Three naked women were in it, giggling when they saw him. He slid into the water and leaned back to relax. With it completely dark outside, he felt comfortable pulling his mask off.

  Two of them scooted to each side of him, the third woman didn't move. The one on his right side said, "Hi, Mr Tongue, I am Daphne. That’s Helen on your left and Shelia across from you. It’s your turn to relax and let us pleasure you."

  Before he could think of a response, Daphne and Helen started caressing his cock and balls. He watched Sheila closely as he felt a foot slowly moving against his leg. It didn’t take the women long to revive his cock so he asked, "Which one of you lovely ladies would like to be fucked first?"

  Sheila responded to his question the fastest, standing up and bending over the side of the hot tub, resting her breasts against the wooden deck. He didn't hesitate to move over to touch her firm ass. He couldn't make out any of her features in the darkness as he pushed the tip of his shaft into her slippery pussy.

  Moving against her, he slowly worked his way inside her as her velvety heat surrounded him. He pumped in and out of her at a slow pace with her pushing back against him, encouraging him to go faster. He thrust in and out of her inner depths, moving faster and harder, driving his cock into her deeper with each stroke.

  Hearing moaning behind him, he glanced over his shoulder to see Daphne and Helen engaged in a heated kiss as they caressed each other's breasts. Scooting Sheila to an angle where he could fuck her while watching the action behind him, he kept his eyes locked on the lesbian activities as he stroked her pussy.

  Her muscles began to quiver around his shaft as she climaxed and he continued to fuck her faster and harder as multiple orgasms rocked her body. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her up against his chest, so he could cup her tits in his hands, momentarily forgetting about the other two women as his cock erupted, both of them collapsing against the side of the hot tub.

  Catching his breath after a few minutes, Matthew turned to look at the other two women, who were now on the deck. He moved closer to them, watching as Daphne ate Helen's pussy. He felt his cock hardening again as he climbed out of the water and knelt down by Helen's mouth. She lifted her head and sucked his shaft into her mouth, the intensity almost too much to handle after coming only moments before.

  Rubbing her breasts, he teased her nipples with his fingertips while she sucked him. She took him in and out at a medium pace, gradually working her way down to the base. He put his hand under her head and thrust against her mouth, burying his cock head in her throat, moaning as she swallowed the tip.

  Daphne had increased the speed of her licks causing Helen’s whole body to thrash and quiver as she climaxed while increasing her suction on Matthew. Groaning, he tried to pull back so he could hold off his orgasm but she kept the tight grip on him as her lips glided along the length of his cock.

  Letting out a sigh of pleasure, Daphne licked her lips and crawled to Matthew, sucking his balls into her mouth as Helen gradually released her suction on him, and then switched places with Daphne. Now Helen gently sucked his nuts while Daphne took him into her mouth.

  As both women kneeled in front of him, Matthew groaned in pleasure when they both ran their tongues up and down his shaft, entwining their tongues when they reached the tip. Taking turns deep throating him; each one took him into their throat then swallowed his cock head.

  Knowing he couldn’t last much longer, he slid his hands through their hair, fisting two handfuls just as Helen sucked him into her throat. Rapidly swallowing, massaging his cock with her throat muscles, she moaned and smiled to herself as his cock exploded, filling her throat with hot come.

  Moving to the side, Helen gave Daphne a chance to get a taste just as Matthew grunted and shot another stream of come. Greedily lapping at his cock, she managed to swallow every drop. Letting both women lick him clean, including sucking his balls again, he groaned as he pulled away from them,

  “Thank you ladies, but I need a few minutes to recuperate,” he said as he put his mask back on.

  Slipping in the house, he snuck past the living room, hoping to find a bathroom before any other horny women saw him. When he finally found it, he freshened up and then he walked down the hall way, looking for an empty room. Finding one that looked like a small study, he sat down in a chair to rest.

  The sound of giggling and laughter came from the living room making him wonder how long it would be before they missed him. Closing his eyes he tried to think of something else besides his throbbing manhood. He couldn’t remember ever coming so many times in one day. Glancing over at the clock on the wall, he sighed, when he saw it the time. He still had at least six more hours to go,

  “I will surely die from dehydration or exhaustion tonight.”

  Hearing the soft click of the door shutting, he opened his eyes and saw, Shannon, the bride, standing there holding a cold bottle of water. Smiling, she said,

  "Drink this, and then you won't die."

  "Thanks."

  Having her clothes on again, she looked familiar to him again as she sat down on the edge of the desk and said,

  "You‘re doing a great job making this party unforgettable for me and my friends. Have you been in the entertainment business long?"

  "No, this is my first week," Matthew admitted with a sheepish grin on his face.

  "Really? I would have guessed that you have done this a hundred times. I loved that strip dance. It made me so hot."

  Noticing her wiggling her bottom against the desk as she shi
fted and crossed her legs, Matthew asked,

  "Does your soon to be husband know what your doing tonight?"

  Laughing, she nodded, "He is paying for the party and your…er…services. He wants me to have one last night of sowing my wild oats."

  A naughty smile spread across her face as she scooted back on the desk, spreading her legs, revealing that she wore no panties. Matthew watched as she slid her fingers to her cleft, slowly massaging her lips as his nostrils flared and he inhaled sharply. Shifting in his seat, he adjusted himself as his cock twitched and hardened.

  Dipping a finger into her slit, Shannon moved it up and down, whispering,

  "My friends tell me that you have a very talented tongue. I have never had anyone lick or kiss me here."

  Swallowing, he groaned at the thought of being the first person to lick her pussy. Continuing to watch her, he pulled his cock out, slowly stroking it as she spread her swollen lips, inviting him to have a taste. Unable to resist, he wiggled his long tongue at her as he rose to his feet and crossed the room.

  Moaning, she smiled as he cleared the desk with one sweep of his arm, pushing all the books and papers off the desk, giving her room to lie back on the desk. Spreading her legs wider she continued fingering herself as she rocked her pelvis, teasing him.

  Inhaling deeply, he slowly exhaled through his mouth, tickling her with his soft, warm breath as he glided his mouth along her pussy lips. Using his fingertips, he parted her lips as he lowered his mouth, running the tip of his tongue along her wet slit. Gasping in surprise, her hips lurched off the desk until he wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding in her place.

  Whimpering, Shannon bit her bottom lip as he gently nibbled and kissed her sensitive clit, giving her time to adjust to the new sensations. Twirling his tongue and fingers slowly as her arousal built, he waited until she pressed herself closer to his face before stiffening his tongue and sliding it inside her.

  She reacted with a soft moan at first then cried out as he probed her slowly, gradually increasing his speed as she rocked against his mouth. . Sliding his fingers up her torso to her breasts, his fingertips massaged her nipples with the gentleness of a thousand feathers. The motions of his tongue intensified with each touch.

  Screaming in delight, she bucked against him as a climax swept her away. Matthew felt her pussy muscles tightening around his tongue as her juices trickled out of her. Trying to lap up all of her juices, he moved his tongue faster, not stopping until he had gotten every drop. He ran his tongue up to her clit one last time, swabbing up every bit of her tasty liquid heat that he could find. Then he collapsed in the chair behind the desk.

  Looking over at him, she noticed that his cock stood at attention. He had his eyes closed, so he didn't notice her slip off the desk until she knelt down between his legs and sucked his full length into her mouth. He groaned when he felt her hot mouth on him, enjoying the feel of her lips moving up and down his shaft.

  Repeatedly taking the tip into her throat, she brought a grunt of pleasure from him as she gently wrapped her fingers around his balls, which were extra sensitive by that time. Squirming, he moaned in pleasure as her mouth gradually began to move faster and harder, taking him in deeper with each stroke.

  With a sudden burst of energy, he slid his hands through her hair, grabbing two handfuls as he thrust upward, driving his cock head into her throat just as he orgasmed, groaning,

  “Oh God, yes.”

  Holding her head in place, he rocked himself against her mouth slowly until his cock softened. Releasing his hold on her, he slumped back in the chair as she slowly twirled her tongue against his staff, cleaning him thoroughly. Gritting his teeth, he trembled as he grabbed her hands and pulled her up to meet his mouth, kissing her deeply.

  Pulling back from the kiss, she smiled and licked her lips as she smoothed her clothes and sashayed toward the door. Without another word, she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Letting out an exhausted sigh, he slid lower in the chair, hearing the muffled voices of the women in the living room, someone shouting,

  “Where’s Mr. Tongue?”

  Unconsciously holding his breath, thinking, is it possible to get fucked to death, until he heard Shannon respond,

  “Oh I’m sure he’s around here somewhere”

  The sound of approaching footsteps sent him sliding further down the chair behind the desk, hoping to give his cock time to rest before another woman demanded his services. He pressed his back against the desk and held very still as the door creaked open, then clicked shut again.

  Letting out a sigh of relief, he stretched out on the floor and closed his eyes, telling himself, I just need a few minutes to catch my breath, but quickly dozing off into a deep sleep. He didn’t hear the door open again ten minutes later, unaware that his light snoring gave away his hiding place.

  Cynthia peeked over the desk at him, smiling at his ruffled hair that clearly had the just fucked look to it. Walking back to the living room, she said,

  “I found him. He’s passed out on the study floor. I think we wore him out.”

  “Let’s make sure he’s ok,” Mary Ann, a registered nurse said, following Cynthia down the hallway. Checking Matthew’s pulse as the other women gathered in the doorway, she snickered when one of them suggested,

  “Maybe we can revive him with some sex.”

  Looking up, she shook her head, “I think that’s what put him in this condition in the first place. He needs to rest for a while.”

  Deciding they wouldn’t be able to move him, they tucked pillows under his head and covered him up, several of them taking turns napping on the sofa across the room. Cynthia volunteered to stay with him, first, while most of the party guests went home and the other volunteers went upstairs to nap in guest rooms.

  The sun had risen by the time Matthew woke up blinking his eyes in confusion, before he remembered falling asleep behind the desk. Sitting up, he stretched and stumbled to his feet, feeling stiff and sore in more ways then one. Wandering down the hall to the bathroom, he relieved himself and washed his hands, cringing at the site of his rumpled hair and stubbled face.

  As he turned to leave the bathroom, a curvy blonde stepped into the bathroom, pushing the door shut behind her and locking it. Licking her lips slowly, she whispered, “Hi, I’m Monica. I waited all night for my turn, Mr. Tongue.”

  His eyes followed her hands as she cupped her breasts, squeezing them before gripping her t-shirt and pulling it over her head, and unhooking her bra. As her plump breasts bounced into view, his mouth went dry as his cock instantly went stiff as a board. Using her fingertips to tease her nipples, as she slid out of her denim shorts, she asked,

  “Would you help me out of my panties?”

  Not needing to be asked twice Matthew dropped to his knees, locking his eyes on hers as he pressed his mouth against her apex, nipping the lacy material between his teeth and slowly tugging it downward as she wiggled her hips. As she lifted each foot, helping him with his task, she pulled her panties from his mouth and tied them into the back of his mask,

  “Keep them,” she said with a wink.

  Groaning, he slid his hands up her long shapely legs, leaving a trail of soft kisses as well. She gasped and squirmed against the door as his stubbly chin grazed her tender skin. Playfully pushing him away she walked over to the shower and turned it on, beckoning him to follow her.

  Wasting no time, he climbed into the shower behind her, kneeling under the stream of water as she leaned against the wall. Gripping her thighs with his hands as she spread her legs, he buried his face between her nether lips, slowly running his tongue along her slit.

  As he nibbled Monica’s clit, she grabbed a bottle of body wash and poured a small puddle of soap on each breast. Locking her eyes on his, she slowly caressed her breasts with her fingers, moving in small circles as streams of bubbles ran down her stomach to her thighs.

  Groaning, Matthew slid a finger into her pussy, wiggling it slowly as he sucked her
swollen clit into his mouth. She gasped and mumbled,

  “Fuck me.”

  Inserting another digit, he moved his fingers in unison as he sucked her clit in and out of his mouth. Moaning loudly, she rocked against his mouth while begging him,

  “Oh God, please…fuck me.”

  Ignoring her, he continued probing her while applying butterfly licks and kisses to her lips and clit, cupping her ass with his free hand, pulling her closer to his mouth. As the intensity grew, she squirmed harder against him,

  “Fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please, Mr. Tongue…fuck me!”

  Unable to ignore his hard cock any longer, he moved to the built in shower seat and pulled her onto his lap, whispering into her ear,

  “How about you fuck me instead, baby?”

  Smiling, she straddled his lap, pressing her breasts against his chest as she mounted his cock. Gripping her waist with his hands, he held her steady as she slowly took in his length, rocking against him, taking in a little more with each down stroke as the stream of warm water sprayed her back

  Once she had his full length buried inside her, Matthew tightened his grip on her waist, when she lifted herself until only his cock head remained inside her and he thrust hard bringing a squeal of delight from her. Gripping his forearms, she tilted her head back letting the shower water run down her breasts as he fucked her faster.

  Thrusting upward as hard as he could to insure he buried his full length inside Monica with each stroke made her breasts bounce wildly, adding to Matthew’s pleasure. Keeping his eyes locked on her luscious bouncing orbs as he moved against her, he struggled to maintain control as her hot satiny pussy quivered around him.

  As her climax approached, her moans of pleasure escalated into cries of ecstasy,

  “Oh, fuck yes! Don’t stop,” she gasped.

  Pulling herself upright again, she slid her hands up his arms to brace herself against his shoulders as she took control. Relaxing his grip, Matthew groaned in pleasure as she osculated her pelvis downward, milking his cock with her muscles. Knowing he couldn’t last much longer, he slipped his thumb between her lips to caress her swollen clit.