Switch: Alien Invasion/Violence&S*x-Chapter 155: You don’t normally last this long +18
Stephanie starts laughing so hard she has to pull away from my phallus. Mary immediately replaces her, and I have to admit that she knows how to give good head.
I try to send my disgruntlement to Stephanie, but she only laughs harder.
"You’re the only man I know who can be getting head from two women while sucking on my sister’s clit and still be upset about telling me you love me!" my girlfriend exclaims, and this time I have to laugh as well. She really does have a point.
Since she’s talking out loud, I might as well too. "Well, you’re just going to have to put up with my grumpiness, because I do love you, and I love you dearly!" I try to sound gruff, but I cannot hide my smile as I say it.
Stephanie’s eyes brim with tears, and I think I’ve overdone it, but when she shoves the other two women out of my lap and kisses me again, I know they are tears of happiness. She must have disrobed after pulling away from me.
"Was this the response you wanted?" she asks.
For an answer, I grab her rear, move her above me, and pull her down while I thrust upward. She feels fantastic as I slide into her warm, velvety folds. Her kiss turns into a moan, and then she rests her head on my shoulder as I move deeper.
My girlfriend’s right earlobe is near my mouth, and I use my tongue to pull it gently between my teeth and give it a soft nibble. Someone grabs my left hand, and I look over to see Mary, now completely naked, guiding my fingers toward her. My middle two fingers slip in with ease, and I crook them to rub firmly against her front wall, making her moan in delight. She begins to circle her clitoris, and I watch as her eyes roll back in pleasure.
Stephanie’s moans change in pitch at the same time I feel her tighten around me, and I sense another presence between my legs. Looking down her back, I can see Stacy’s face buried against her sister.
Mary is the first to climax, thrashing on the couch beside us as I increase the pace of my fingers. As she comes down from it, she pulls my hand away, leans over, and captures Stephanie’s attention. The two women begin kissing hungrily, sharing the taste of Mary’s pleasure, sending me to new heights of desire. I begin thrusting harder, and I feel Stephanie tighten again as she climaxes around me.
My girlfriend rolls off my lap and onto Mary, but I am not free for long, as Stacy pulls me between her lips and cleans her sister’s release from me. The other two women continue kissing, hands roaming freely over each other.
"Now it’s my turn for this beast," Stacy says as she stands and turns around. Sitting back in my lap, she begins to rock her hips as I guide her closer. It feels good, if different, and I shift with her until she lifts herself slightly and lowers down fully, taking me inside her.
"Oh, fuck, Stephanie," Mary cries beside us, and I glance over to see my girlfriend deeply engaged with her. "Right there! Yeah! Oh God, you’re making me come again!"
"They’re pretty hot to watch, aren’t they?" Stacy asks, and I can only nod. "If you’re done watching them, I could use a bit more attention."
Embarrassed, I turn back to her and kiss her passionately while gripping her thighs and pulling her fully down onto me. She cries out into our kiss.
"Oh God, I’d forgotten how deep you go," she says, breaking the kiss. Reaching around her body, I cup a breast in each hand and gently tease her nipples. After a few seconds, I slide one hand down to her center, finding her clitoris quickly. Within moments, she climaxes fiercely, her release spilling onto us both. I continue until she pulls my hand away, still trembling and mumbling, "No more... no more."
Looking over at the other two women, I see them staring at me wide-eyed.
"What?" I ask.
"You don’t normally last this long," Stephanie says. Then, before I can answer, she turns to Mary. "Are you ready for that?" she asks, nodding toward me.
Mary squeals again, clearly delighted, and turns to kiss Stephanie. Her rear lifts invitingly, and I stand to position myself behind her. Between how slick we both are, I slide into her in one smooth motion. I am surprised at how easily I fit, remembering how intensely she had just been taken.
"Ungh," Mary grunts, glancing back at me. "It feels overwhelming." She turns back to Stephanie and says softly, "Thank you. I love you too."
"Looks like you’re quite the loved woman tonight," I say to the dyed red-haired woman.
"Jealous?" she shoots back with a smile. She shifts on the couch until she is directly beneath Mary, and Mary eagerly leans down to please her.
"Not at all," I reply. "You deserve to be loved."
Love you, she mouths back before Stacy shifts closer again.
How did I ever end up this lucky? I wonder. Here I am with three incredible women, all of us tangled together in heat and laughter.
The familiar tension builds within me, and I pull away just in time. Stepping forward, I release myself between them, and Mary climbs up Stephanie’s body as she hears my strained exhale.
I stumble back, a little weak afterward, and sit on the floor, watching as Stephanie and Mary bring Stacy to another intense climax while laughing and kissing.
My phone rings. The sharp vibration against the hardwood floor slices cleanly through the warmth that still lingers in the room, through the quiet rhythm of breathing and the soft rustle of skin against fabric. Groaning, I drag myself away from the couch cushions and crawl over to my pants, every muscle protesting the interruption. I fish my phone out of the pocket and see that it’s Dennis calling, his name flashing insistently across the screen as if he refuses to be ignored. For a second I just stare at it, debating whether to let it ring out.
I glance at the three women on the couch and smile as they share a lingering three way kiss, completely absorbed in one another, hands tangled in hair and bodies pressed close. The sight almost convinces me to toss the phone aside and forget the outside world exists at all.
I decide to ignore the call, telling myself that whatever Dennis has to say can wait a few minutes, but my thumb swipes the Android screen the wrong way, slick with sweat and clumsy from distraction, and I accidentally answer it. The ringing cuts off abruptly, replaced by the faint crackle of an open connection.
Oh well. There is no undoing it now.
"Dennis, what’s up? How are the mountains?" I ask, trying to sound relaxed, as though I have not just been sprawled on the floor debating whether to pick up. The question leaves my mouth casually, almost automatically. It does not occur to me until after I ask that he should not have cell service up there, not this deep into the mountains where reception usually disappears completely. The realization settles in a second too late, and I straighten slightly.
"Umm, yeah. Hey, dude, listen, Rose and I have been talking, and we don’t feel right about running for the hills."
His voice carries none of its usual joking tone. There is no playful sarcasm, no easy laughter in the background. Instead, there is a steady seriousness that makes me sit up a little more.
"Uh-huh," I say, already knowing where he’s going, though part of me hopes I am wrong. I brace myself, eyes drifting briefly back to the couch where Stephanie notices my expression shift.
"Well, you see, it’s like this: we made a few calls, and so far, most everyone agrees with me. We want to help."
The words land heavier than they should. Not because they surprise me, but because of what they mean.
"Most everyone? Who have you been talking to?" I ask, genuinely startled now, my voice lowering as though the walls themselves might overhear.
"The entire football team, most of the basketball team, and Richard said that his girlfriend, Serena, can get the cheerleaders to help too."
For a moment, I forget to breathe. The scale of what he is saying stretches wider than I imagined. This is no longer a handful of friends making a reckless promise in the heat of emotion. This is nearly half the campus deciding to step directly into something they barely understand.
The silence in the room feels heavy, thick and pressing. I look around to see Stephanie, Stacy, and Mary all staring at me with concern, their earlier playfulness gone. The shift in my posture, the tension in my jaw, tells them enough.
"Is everything okay?" Stephanie asks me quietly, her voice careful, as if she does not want to startle me further. I nod, though my mind is racing through possibilities and consequences.
