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Then he stood up again and turned Astra around so she was facing away from him. He made his way down her again: kissing the back of her neck, her earlobes, before he started on her smooth shoulders. Down her back; of course Kon had to kiss all that satin smooth expanse.

Coming to her ass, he cupped the twin mounds in his hands and squeezed the flesh he was kissing. He worked on each glute in turn, actually leaving bite marks in them before he was done. But Astra only seemed to want more. Her hands twisted in the air, desperate to grip something, as he ran his tongue into the shadowed cleft between her buttocks. Only then did he open up her legs.

That brought Astra to the wildest point I'd ever seen her. I could hear her moans all the way across the room. Her body bucked with convulsions as his lips attacked her, taking away any control she might have.

Then she suddenly pulled away from him, falling to the floor, but no sooner had she landed than she was holding her arms out to him, tempting him to join her down on the ground.

There was no bed there. It wasn't needed. The whole floor was one enormous bed. The carpet was three inches thick, more than enough to cushion Astra when she laid down on her back and lifted her legs up into the air. And with them veed out of the way, Kon mounted her and penetrated inside.

Her legs curled around him, tighter and tighter, as if punishing him for all he was sending into her vulnerable pussy. They grinded and thrust together in a shared drive for more of the pleasure they'd had upon that first entry.

I watched them for a minute, feeling as out of control with my thoughts as they were with their bodies. Then I looked to Lara and Alura on the couch. I'd hoped to calm myself down by looking at something other than Kon's rutting, but I only made myself more excited.

The two women had come up off the cushions and were now approaching Kon and Astra down on the floor. As Astra jerked convulsively with an obvious climax, Kon slid off her and the other two girls went to work.

Lara looked for what she wanted in Kon. He hadn't finished in Astra; now he gave Lara the same treatment. But she didn't want exactly what Astra had gotten. First she kissed him, then she turned around. Lowering her full, rolling hips to his face while her curving lips descended to his maleness.

I realized she would taste Astra on him, but Lara didn't seem to care. In fact, she might've enjoyed it. I don't see how she could have enjoyed herself more than she was.

Astra and Alura did the same thing. I wondered if Alura could taste Kon in Astra or if her own taste was too overwhelming for Kon's to be noticeable. 

I looked from one couple to the other. Both nestled into each other with heat and enthusiasm, clutching each other's asses with the same passion that they kissed at each other with.

I kept watching, my breath coming so loud to my own ears I didn't know how they couldn't hear it. Then, suddenly, I realized I wanted them to hear it. I wanted to be invited in with the same casual ease that these four traded partners with. I wanted to be as interchangeable as they were… just one cog in a machine of never-ending pleasure. Headlong, I stomped out into the open. Assailed the whole way by new details of their all-encompassing trust.

I expected to have to explain myself. For them to all pull away from each other, the girls squealing in embarrassment and Kon demanding to know my business there. I didn't care if they yelled, if they attacked me. I just needed more than voyeurism… something to satisfy this awful longing.

But there was no riot. They only stopped enough to take me in. And they were only interested in me as much as they weren't interested in each other. Which they very much still were. And Kon didn't treat me like a stranger. He acted like I was just another of the women in his harem.

“Welcome to the party,” he said, with Lara’s moans rising in ecstasy as if to make up for his loss from the chorus. “You must be Ursa. But you're overdressed. And that body looks much too nice to be overdressed.”

It took me a moment to realize he was actually propositioning me—like it was nothing!—but then I frantically took his meaning. I stripped off quickly, in a rush to be naked as all the rest.

And now that I was part of whatever this was, they were quick to take advantage of having another toy in their game. Astra got up from Alura and came up to me. I was helpless before her nudity: the closer she got, the more I pulled towards her, until she held out her arms and I stepped into them as naturally as any of the others had come together. 

My arms locked around her, as if to keep her in place until I'd had enough… if I ever did… and she one-upped me by putting her lips to mine and I put my body to hers just as tightly and we swayed back and forth, every little movement another caress between us.

The more I touched her, the more she touched me, and soon we needed air for this fire so badly that we pulled our kiss apart and just breathed with our lips close enough to tingle.

Even as I sucked in air, I moved my mouth to the hollow of her throat and breathed in her scent as much as I sampled her soft and milky skin. She trembled for me; I put my hands on her shoulders and moved her lower. Her lips brushed their way from my chest to my belly to my navel.

For a moment, I was overwhelmed by my fantasy's sudden reality. I had wanted to know what Alura was feeling, what all of them were feeling. Now I had that desire fulfilled.

It was every bit the delight that had made them all moan and sigh so much. I became wild and weak at the same time. Unable to control myself and yet full of an erotic power. And I only lost more control and felt more sensual.

Alura wasn't just letting Astra go. She strolled in front of me, all lush breasts and inviting hips, and for a moment I watched her watching us. Astra and I. Then she walked into the space the two of us were already sharing, her breasts lightly touching mine. And she kissed me as ardently as Astra was, only not in the same place.

I gladly welcomed her into our embrace. The sensations Astra was creating down at my sex were agonizingly luscious and I was keen to express my own passion a little. I worried at Alura’s lower lip before kissing her and she was so set on getting more that she wrapped her arms around me. Now both Astra and Alura had me held in place, but it wasn't as if I wanted to go anywhere.

I almost didn't know what to feel, so crowded with sensations that I wanted to memorize it all yet could only focus on so much at once. Alura kept her lips on mine, our breasts crushed together.

Very softly Alura came away from me. Then she was behind me, shoving down my shoulders so that I dropped to the floor. Astra didn't miss a beat. She lay down on her belly and put her head back in my lap. Now Alura had room to get right up next to me instead of having to come in from the side.

She did, shimmying her belly in front of my face, undulating it gently from side to side. Until I couldn't do anything but put my lips to her skin. I kissed the creamy expanse of her stomach as it rolled and twisted and clenched, a symphony of flesh played by her arousal.

Then I was almost there, about to lose myself. I shoved her away and grabbed Astra instead, pushing her to the ground, moving my body to hers, grinding friction into each other, the same sweet burn as their lips had made together. I felt her legs tighten around me and her lips clung to mine and her breasts heaved together with mine. I grabbed her ass and made our union even closer. We rubbed our passion into one another, violent in our craving for more, anything more!

And as we tried desperately to get relief from each other, Alura floated down onto my back. Barely touching me, but I felt every brush against my ass, my shoulders, like whiplashes spurring me harder against Astra. I bumped against her as I kept rutting with the woman below me.