Starlight Gleaming Ch. 07

When I was done, I pulled out. Zinja looked at Janetta, and growling, began rubbing her crotch against Janetta. Taking up the challenge, my lithe beauty grabbed Zinja's butt and aimed her crotch upward. Semen dripped out of both, and they ground the sticky goo between themselves. Almost at the same time, the rotating and grinding of their hips slowed to an intense, determined up and down stroking of clit against clit. Arching, gritting teeth and holding their breath, they suddenly came at the same time, shaking and groaning while more fluids dribbled from their gaping pussies.

Grinning, I moved onto the bed next to them. "I'm going to rinse off in the shower. If you two want to stay where you are, I'll get some warm, wet towels to wipe yourselves with, and some dry ones to put on the wet spots. Otherwise, you're welcome to rinse off, too."

By the door, I glanced back at them. Janetta looked at Zinja, who nodded. "You'll feel better in the morning, sir."

I quickly dismissed any notion of putting on clothing. Janetta's plans were for me to eventually to fuck the rest of her team. In light of that, there was no reason for me to try any sort of modesty. More so, I didn't think that once was going to be the end of it. Tonight looked pretty serious. Especially if Zinja was going to keep Janetta company at night while I was gone. Janetta was my main interest, but I was in all likelihood going to have to keep the other three happy, too. Well, there were a lot worse things that could happen.

In the shower, I quickly rinsed under the pitiful dribble of slightly better than lukewarm water. As the two women tried to squeeze in, I moved out to give them room. Janetta gave my butt a firm squeeze in passing. The summer night air was still pretty warm, so I barely patted myself down before exiting the bathroom.

In the hallway, I heard muffled sounds of moaning coming from the closed door where Cholan and Ixma were obviously engaged. It seemed appropriate that they should seek some pleasure and companionship as well.

Working quickly, I yanked off the soiled sheets and, with the light on, laid down a couple of large towels over the spots that had soaked through to the mattress. I was finishing up putting on the new sheet when Janetta and Zinja returned. Janetta climbed on in the middle, Zinja going to one side, so I turned off the light and climbed in on the other. Spooning up behind Janetta, I settled for sleep. Hearing them kissing, I wasn't surprised when Janetta moved closer to Zinja. If they had more to sort out together, that was fine with me. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off.

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I woke up almost an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off. Bladder full, I went to the bathroom. Ixma was coming out and we passed in the doorway. "Morning," I said quietly.

She stared at my half erect cock, hand over her mouth as I moved by her. I didn't bother to close the door, and curious, she watched me urinate. I looked at her and said, "Your turn is coming, Ixma."

Ixma looked up at my face before returning to her room.

I shook off the last droplets and washed before returning to the room. In the false light of predawn, I saw Janetta sprawled on the bed, her pillow pulled halfway over her head. She did that to block out the light. In a couple of hours, daylight would begin invading the room and the pillow would move over her eyes. Sort of like watching a night flower hide from the sun.

I took in her firm, tight butt cheeks and the dark hairy muff peeking from between her legs, the smooth skin of her back and the slow rise and fall of her breasts. My cock hardened. The idea of a morning quickie sounded really good. If Janetta felt like she could wake me for such fare, why shouldn't I have the same privilege?

Climbing onto the bed, I kissed gently on the backs of her legs, moving leisurely toward where they came together. My tongue came out and caressed the line where butt and leg met, and her hips slowly rose. She sighed and moved her legs a little further apart. My tongue touched the lower, fragile lip of the groove leading to her inner sanctum. Janetta moaned and pulled the pillow over her head, holding it with both hands. "Trying to sleep here!"

I licked a little firmer, eliciting a gasp from her. "Then why is your butt rising up to give me better access?" I chuckled. And it was.

Janetta promptly dropped her butt down. "Give it to me when you get home, Ranji. I need sleep now."

Zinja rose up. "I'll help you out, sir."

I gave Janetta's butt a squeeze before getting off the bed. I motioned to Zinja, murmuring, "Come along then, off the bed so we don't keep her awake."

She came to me and I drew her into my arms. She was less hesitant than last night. Our mouths met and for a while we just stood there kissing. When we broke for air, she sighed and leaned her head into my neck, running her hand over my chest.

"We don't have a lot of time, Zinja," I whispered. "This will have to be a quick one."

"What would you like me to do? Do you want to come in my mouth?" It appeared that she only wanted for me to come, and wasn't thinking of her own pleasure this morning.

"Another time. Lay down on the floor."

She quickly complied, and when I moved over her, she spread her legs. "Go slow, sir. I'm not used to taking so much at once."

I brushed the loose strands from her face and kissed her gently. Moving down, I played with her small breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples until they were thick and hard. Moving down further, her breath caught and her legs trembled. Zinja gasped as I dove into her dampening slit, running my tongue along the gentle folds and sensitive lips guarding her inner recesses. Down I plunged and parted her furrow, causing her to spread her legs wider, whimpering in appreciation. Her labia swelled and darkened, and her juices dribbled out for me to slurp up.

My tongue caressed the puffy lips and the top of her inner tunnel as I slid two fingers into her sex. Zinja sucked air as her hips ground against my hand and mouth, but otherwise she was quiet. I probed her entrance, feeling her slickness and the hot, spongy inner walls around my fingers. Laying flat on the floor, I slid my free hand up her side, reaching her breast, rolling the aureole and pinching her nipple. I turned my fingers from side to side as I moved them in and out. Zinja's hands ran through my hair as she moved against me. Turning my hand further, I reached under the arch of her pubic bone and found the small diamond of sensitive flesh, stroking it gently. Her hips thrust faster. Then I moved my tongue to lathe around her erect clit. Her fingers grabbed my hair and her hips bucked slower yet with more intensity. Zinja's hips moved slower and slower, her muscular thighs tensing. And suddenly she pushed my face away as her legs closed around my hand. I could see the ripples moving along her belly, feel the pulsations of her pussy clamping down on my fingers.

Breathing heavily, she waited half a second before reaching down with both hands to pull me up. Arching, she kissed me hard while her hand sought and found my hard cock and guided me into her gaping, sodden center. Whimpering as my crown parted her lower lips and slid inside the length of her quivering sheath. She wrapped her legs around me, hooking her ankles together as I pressed deeper. I tried to prop myself up by my hands to take the weight off her chest, but she pulled me down, hugging me as she met my thrusts with thrusts of her own. Each stroke I felt her pussy part for me, the wet hair and flesh soaking my shaft and balls as I pressed into her slick, hot center.

No cries from either of us but the sound of both of us breathing harder, and the slick mucking sound of my cock working in her wet pussy. Zinja dragged her nails down my back, then grabbed my butt to help me drive harder into her welcoming, hungry folds. The pleasure of her inner walls caressing my shaft, squeezing my crown was wonderful. Pressure in my balls rose and I gripped her shoulders, humping faster into her eager depths. Slipping over the edge, I ground my crotch fully into Zinja while my cock swelled and spewed lines of sticky semen against her inner walls. Gasping, she pulled me tight with her hands and legs, kissing me hungrily as I filled her.

As our breathing eased, I lifted up, taking my weight off her chest. Zinja leaned up and nipped my neck, grinning as she rubbed her palms along my back. Then she looked up past me and blushed.

Janetta had moved down the bed, and lying crosswise she was watching us. "It's okay, Zinja. Made you feel good, didn't he? I'm glad."

Slowly I pulled out of Zinja, on my knees.

"Look at that bad boy," Janetta said. "Thick shaft, purple head, still dripping with come."

"Oh!" Zinja jerked, her hand going to her gaping pussy.

"Feel empty, don't you. Should have stayed inside her, Ranji. Let her body get used to the idea that you were leaving."

"It just keeps running out," Zinja said, looking at the globs of sperm on her fingers.

Suddenly animated, Janetta turned, putting her butt to the edge of the bed. Pushing her legs behind her arms, she spread herself wide and ran two fingers along her own groove. "Got me wet you did, listening to you pleasure her and fill her with come." She patted her ass. "When you get home, I want a load just like you gave her, Ranji." Pulling her lips apart, she showed me the pink inner labia and the tunnel leading to her depths. "You can pound it in, right in here."

Growling, I stood up and moved to her. Putting my hands on her legs and keeping her spread for me, I moved over her.

"I said later, Ranji." Her black eyes looked up at me.

I nudged my dripping crown to her center, pushing in slowly. "Later?"

"Okay, you can do me now. I am such a pansy ass when it comes to your cock." Her bravado melting, she sighed, "Not that I'm complaining ... unhh .. but you just did Zinja. Ohh! Can you even come again?"

"I don't know. All I know is the woman I love showed me her .. empty pussy and that she .. wants me inside her. Filling her pussy with come." My strokes went a little deeper each time. Pressing her legs into the mattress, I leaned closer to her face.

"You may not be able to come ... aahhh, but I don't think I'll .. have that problem. Gods, you are hot. You just fucked Zinja and now you're ... oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fucking me!"

My shaft ran the full length of her depths, and she was wetter with each stroke. I roughly pulled her butt further off the bed. Leaning in I began driving into her furry cleft, opening her up more and more with each downward plunge. "You asked for a pounding ..." Janetta arched, her hands clenching at the sheets as I kept her legs pinned apart while slamming my cock into her slick folds. Grunting, I plundered into her soft recesses. "Take it, Janetta. Take it!"

Crying out, Janetta writhed and bucked under me. Harder I drove. With a deep inhale, she rose up, body tense. Her fingers dug into my arms and her eyes rolled back. Her pussy gripped my cock, throbbing and gushing around my shaft. Shivering, she gasped for air.

With no warning, I felt my balls emptying again. Janetta's eyes snapped open wide with a long, low moan. Pushing into her, I gave her what I could. My balls ached but they spewed out whatever I had left.

Panting, Janetta looked up at me, her black hair a tangled mess framing her face. Gently, she wiped the sweat from my forehead, then brushed my cheek. "That was intense, Ranji." Then she winced. "If you're done pounding my pussy, can I have my legs back?"

I released her legs and she wrapped them around my hips. "I want you to -- hey! That's not fair!" My deflating cock was quickly being squeezed out of her.

We heard the bedroom door open and turned to look. Zinja came in, naked but for a damp towel around her neck. Seeing our looks, she handed a wet washcloth to Janetta. "I thought you might like this, sir." Then she quickly retrieved her uniform. "I'll get dressed and start breakfast. And, uh .. That was special. Especially that last ride. Thank you, sirs, both of you."

As the door closed, Janetta looked at me sternly as she wiped down her pussy. "What did I tell you? Thanked you for the privilege, didn't she! You don't just fuck women, do you? I don't think you know how." She handed me the washcloth and pulled me over for a kiss. "Well, thank you, Ranji," she breathed. "Zinja's right. When I'm with you, I'm glad I'm a woman. And that's something I'd never thought I'd be happy about."

"I have a good time with them, but it's you I love, Janetta." I got up and grabbed a fresh towel and my kit, glancing at the clock. If I hurried, I could get to work on time.

"If I only let you do them each once, pretty soon, a repeat is all they will be thinking about. But the thought of an empty bed each night was too much to bear, so I had to share you. And unless I can get them to find men of their own, you're it, studly. What would you do if we weren't on birth control, Ranji?"

"Have a lot of babies."

"No shit!" She hit me with a pillow. "You know what, Ranji? You are a shitload of--"

"Complication, I know." I picked up the pillow and tossed it back onto the bed.

"But I'm glad you're mine."

I paused at the door. "I love you, too."

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