The four local witches agreed in unison and they all went to the table where he requested the two purple bands to take their position first, putting the blue Dayinn next. He then turned to Green Band to help her take her spot. His intention was to tongue and finger them one after the other, finishing with Green whom he would bring to orgasm. He would then start anew on the remaining three, this time with his cock, then finish in the ass of the first two since their colour indicated their butt was also available for service. He knew he had the stamina for this marathon. Just as he finished placing Green Dayinn, the latter asked,
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like to get my pussy too?”
“What do you mean? Your band colour says…”
“I know,” she interrupted, “but I think you will be frustrated not getting to the end of the line. After all, if you can get four pussies aligned and offered on the same table, you should be able to get your dick in all four pussies and not have to leave one unmarked. So, if you want, you can have mine too.”
Wesley smiled. He was finally going to have what he had been after.
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The Thompsons’ Mansion, the next morning, 10.30 a.m.
Sachita exited the bathroom, feeling refreshed after her long shower. She had washed her hair and taken a long time scrubbing the paint off her body, especially in the creases and folds where tiny patches could remain. The paint washed away easily enough once she had rubbed her body with the special ointment she had been given for that purpose. As she rubbed her private parts, flashes of the previous night kept coming back to her, rekindling the fire that had kept her actively engaged all through the night till early morning. Upon leaving the party, she had been so replete, that she had requested to be deposited at her place instead of at Cassie and Gaëlle’s. She knew they would engage in a lesbian feast and she did not feel up to it, sated and tired as she was.
But now that she had rested, she felt alive again. Already during her shower, she had come twice, rubbing herself while reliving some particularly hot moment of the night before that had cropped up. She entered her room, closed the door behind her, discarded her short bathwrap and sat naked at her dressing table, considering her image in the mirror. She looked contented, a satisfied glow on her face and a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, like somebody who had discovered the key to happiness. She rubbed her hair dry, watching with amusement her tits jiggle from the brisk movements she was applying to her hair, remembering how they had jiggled when she was on all fours next to her three companions in revelry and her pussy was being ravished by their host. She now understood why the Biblical poet compared his beloved’s breasts to two fawns by the way hers jumped joyfully.
She dropped her towel, cupped her fawns in her hands, teased the already turgescent nips. Last night’s event seemed to have broken a dam, leaving her without protection against the waves that kept washing against her senses. Like now as she lived again that other moment when a man was alternating between her mouth and one of the girls’ ass (Gaëlle or Bel?) while their host was mauling her breasts, assfucking Cassie at the same time. She knew it was Cassie because she was the only one apart from her to have gone completely naked under the paint costume. That thought made her stand up to look at her completely shaven pussy. She had sacrificed the neat triangle she loved so much for the sake of the costume last night. She had a fleeting regret for her pubic hairs that made her look and feel like a woman. The for-now unfamiliar smooth cunt she saw in the mirror made her feel like a little girl.