Eve's Tower 03: Vessel

Almost there, I leaned forward and bore down, simultaneously gripping her hips and pulling back, and was rewarded with the soft kiss of hair on my nose, and a lascivious fullness in my throat.

We froze like that for a moment, our bodies rigid with pleasure. I half heard an appreciate gasp and quick rush of low exclamations from the darkness around us.

She was shaking, her legs lock stiff beside me gripping me, one hand on my forearm gripping tight, the other clasped hard to one heaving breast. Her head back and to the side, eyes squeezed tight. A look of almost pained pleasure etched across her face.

I couldn't help but half smirk around the thick flesh spreading my lips, the feeling of satisfaction at bringing her this pleasure.

Slowly I turned my head, feeling her length twist against my tongue, drag at my cheeks. I worked my throat as best I could, massaging her crown, and began to withdraw slowly.

I twisted back and forth as I went, licking as I did, lightly scraping my teeth against the smooth wet skin till I was back at the head, just the crown trapped by tooth and lips. My eyes never leaving her face.

I held there, still, till her eyes fluttered open and she half turned her head to look at me.

It was a look of wonderment and need. A grateful pleading for more.

I was only too happy to oblige.

I closed my eyes, determined to enjoy this as much as she, and slid forward again, taking her full length in one motion, then withdrawing.

I fell into an eager rhythm, devouring her length then pulling back till she was barely free before plunging down again.

She cried out each time, her hips bucking to meet me. Her hands came up to my head and fingers twined themselves in my hair. Not gripping, but resting firmly, feeling my motion.

The sensation was exquisite.

My throat filled and spread, heavy with girl cock, then empty for a moment only to be filled again as I bobbed steadily on her hot flesh.

Her cries of pleasure were peaking now, short sharp keening gasps that rose in pitch. I knew she was close, but apparently she wasn't ready to be done. Suddenly, she surged up, hands on my shoulders pushing me back and off of her. Her throbbing member slid from my throat with a wet sucking sound. For one incredible moment a glistening rainbow of spit and pre arced between us for a moment before falling wetly across her legs.

In one smooth motion she pushed forward, hungry and insistent, rolling me back and diving forward herself till she had me on my back, her hips settling heavy on mine, my legs splayed out.

There was a brief pause as we stared at each other, panting heavily with lust and need. My ears momentarily empty of the sounds of my oral ministrations, I became acutely aware of the sounds of the room around us.

Moans, grunts, sucking, fucking, cries, gasp surrounded us.

In the half-darkness at the edge of our pool of light I could see bodies writhing everywhere. Apparently, our performance had caused quite a stir in our audience. It was glorious.

Here one woman on a couch, being deepthroated by a kneeling woman, while a third eagerly filled her ass with heavy thrusts.

There Tabitha lay across a settee her head hanging off the side, a woman bouncing wildly on her girlcock as Angela fed her inch after inch of throbbing erection.

Several engaged in a mutual handjobs as they moaned, sipped wine, and watched us.

My attention was abruptly brought back to the matter at hand by a voice above me.

"I'm Anaya," She said gazing down at me, "What's your name?"

I told her and she smiled.

"A pleasure." She said, then laughed suddenly. I couldn't help but chuckle at the entendre.

She smiled again.

"Thank you," She said suddenly sweet, "for being my first."

I felt myself blush at this.

"You're very welcome," I said, "Now, it seems everyone else is enjoying themselves thoroughly, where were we?" I ground my hips against her suggestively, our shared erections sliding against each other.

She bit her lip and the smile became a look of need. Good.

I lifted my hips further and she arched slightly till her tip slipped down, leaving a wet trail across my thigh, and nestled itself hotly between my cheeks and against my opening. I gasped slightly at the sensation, the coming act.

She looked into my eyes, as if seeking approval, and I nodded, and to show my willingness I lifted my legs and wrapped them around her waist.

She pushed, I pulled.

The Waymaker did the rest.

In one smooth motion she entered me, almost fully.

A supernova went off inside my head.

She stretched me and filled me completely.

She moaned, a long, surprised, satisfied moan as her eyes rolled back.

Stillness, for a moment, as we both luxuriated in the sensation. For her new and incredible, for me satisfying and needed.

Then she started to move.

Short slow thrusts, testing the waters.

I was in heaven.

The turgid member in me slide and pushed deliciously. Stretching my opening, dragging and the sensitive skin of my ring, her thick length spreading my walls, her hot crown plumbing my depths.

Her pace increased as she became comfortable, pulling half her length from me then plunging back in forcefully.

Faster still, till she was practically exiting me completely, a feeling of sudden emptiness violently replaced with girth and hot flesh.

I was practically sobbing with pleasure, as was she.

We clung to each other as she rutted into me. My hands were wild, clutching her shoulders, kneading her swinging breasts and pinching at her straining nipples, grabbing her ass to force her deeper still. My body was singing with sensation. Heat radiated from my core, electricity danced across my skin, a buzzing sensation filled me at the thrill of it.

I matched her thrusts with my hips, our skin slapping together loudly as we fucked ourselves into ecstasy. Till at last she stiffened, a ragged howl of delight tearing itself from her throat as she hilted herself completely. Her shaft swelled in me, spreading me further still, a searing bolt of pleasure that ground hard against my deepest reaches. Her body went ridged as she climaxed, spilling her essence deep inside me with short hard thrusts.

Finally, spent, she collapsed on top of me breathing heavily, even as she twitched out the last of her orgasm.

A cheer went up around us, part exultation and part climax. Apparently, our audience had taken note of the culmination of our passion and approved.

I was awash with sensation.

Her pulsing rod still sheathed in me and the seeping warmth of her seed sent fresh shivers down my spine. The weight of her on me, her skin slick with perspiration sliding against mine. The smell of her hair and raw sex filling my nose.

I held her as she came down from her high.

She nuzzled into my neck and kissed it, once, tenderly.

"Thank you," She whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine."

Finally she lifted herself, propping on her arms and blinked heavily. She focused on the dimness around us, suddenly aware of the wash of sounds filling the air.

"Oh my," She gasped at the sight

The women were approaching now, having untangled, slid free, released, and detached from each other and were now descending on us.

Twenty odd glistening shafts of female flesh bobbed in the dim light, breasts of all size swung, wild hair streamed as they walked, crawled and bounded forward.

On every face a look of joy, lust, and welcome.

We were suddenly smothered in hands, gently lifting her, stroking me, pulling us upright.

"Welcome sister." Two dozen panting mouths whispered. "Welcome vessel."

Our congress had been a prelude, the real party began in earnest.

Anaya's length was pulled from me with a wet pop and instantly set upon by three hungry mouths and six eager hands, even as another kissed her deeply before offering her own straining erection which Anaya practically dove upon, closing her lips around the shaft with a satisfied groan. Yet another slide under her, and deftly slipped her length in one motion into her dripping sex. Anaya's scream of pleasure was only slightly muffled by the throbbing girlcock that was busy seeking the depths of her throat.

I only had a moment to take in this stunning display before I found myself being lifted and slid back and hands grasped and flew across my body.

I found myself at the edge of the ottoman surrounded by a host of eager women.

Several hands at once stroked eagerly at my raging stiffness, still slick with the juices of their last activity. Two shafts with heavy beads of pre hanging off them bobbed in front of my face and I reached out to grasp them and bring them to my open mouth. I hungrily sucked at their wet offerings before sliding one in to the root, relishing the stretch as it slid into my throat. I stroked steadily at the other for a moment before sliding the first free with a throaty squelch that sent a line of heavy drool down my chin. Then I swallowed the other. Back and forth I went, taking them completely in turn as they tossed their heads with pleasure of moaned with approval, their hands twining themselves in my hair and urging me on.

I felt a body slide behind mine, two arms coming around to hug me close before her fingers found my nipples and tweaked them.

"I knew you'd like this." Tabitha breathed into my ear.

I could only groan my answer.

She giggled, then grabbed my hips and lifted me till she was under me, her thick wet shaft poised at my leaking hole.

Angela was suddenly between my legs, and she deftly slid forward, hand guiding her ample girlcock forward till it kissed against Tabitha's crown and my entrance.

They both pushed.

I spread for them easily, my hungry ring giving way with little effort as a double helping of female cock filled me to capacity.

Granted, I had experienced this before, and the Waymaker did its work handily, but the combined sensation of having myself stretched and filled beyond reason while hands worked my own length and two heavy cocks took turns filling my throat sent my mind into whiteout.

Pure, unadulterated ecstasy replaced every thought in my head as I went limp.

At some point I started coming, but it was a mere point in a constellation of sensations.

And they came too, god how they came.

A choir of lust mad angels giving voice to their joy as they spilled their seed across me, in me, over me.

Then darkness.