Chapter 4: Climax
Mark set himself into a rhythm, he had penetrated each woman once, now as he moved his member between their honeypots, he internally counted out two, then three, then four thrusts each. His mental arithmetic an effort to hold off his impending release, the intensity of fucking two hot women at the same time and smelling the combined musk of their female scents had the potential to overwhelm his usual stamina.
As Mark picked up pace, Emily whispered into Alice's ear "he's such a stud, isn't he?" Alice smiled and nodded in agreement, her face flushed with pleasure as Mark's powerful strokes hit her spot again and again.
Each movement of his hips caused the walls of their pussies to massage against each other, the slick sounds echoing through the room accompanied by the steady beat of their hearts.
Emily and Alice's arms were switching between pulling each other close and kneading each other's breasts, to groping their respective ample asses, trying to increase the friction of the cock which kept springing free to fuck the opposite partner. They were also verbally teasing Mark, they had both recognised his counting method to keep himself going and as each fumbling journey between switching vaginal valleys occurred, one girl would call out her displeasure "oh no, don't stop, don't let her have it" with the other applauding his transition, "yes, that's it, keep it in ME, don't stop fucking ME!".
Both Emily and Alice could recognise that Mark wasn't far from blowing his load. His grunts of effort were becoming more animal like and his desperation not to slow down between swapping pussies was causing him to miss his target, blindly thrusting between the women. Their vaginal folds creating a friction sandwich, which in turn just heightened the girls desperation to have Mark's cock buried inside them once again.
Mark struggled to maintain control, he wanted to prolong this incredible experience for as long as possible, every cell in his body yearned to shoot his load, yet the thought of leaving either girl unsatisfied was enough to keep him going.
Mark began intentionally missing his mark, thrusting between their moist folds to cool himself down a bit, but this backfired - it caused the girls to begin begging him and bickering with each other about who gets to be filled with his seed, the dirty talk was pushing Mark beyond his limits and he realised it was only going to be moments before he lost control!
Mark was right on the edge both Alice and Emily could sense it, the girls were close themselves, their teasing and pleading had quieted to mutual soft whimpering's of "please" as their lips gently brushed against each other their heads positioned cheek to cheek as they looked ... desperately at Mark and stole glances at each other, wondering who would be the victor in securing his cum inside of them.
Using all of his self control, Mark positioned his manhood, so the head was just barely being cupped by both vaginas. His cock was literally "singing" with a high pitched vibration, the movement was less than a millimetre, but both girls could feel it. Their pussy folds began puckering, actually sucking at both sides of his cock head trying to draw him in. Their hands now firmly digging into each others backside, trying desperately to increase the pressure they could feel against their pussies. Mark leaned down and planted a short but tender kiss to both girls simultaneously and asked "who wants it?".
. . Please," Alice said, her voice breathless with desire. Emily chimed in, "Don't leave me hanging, Mark." The tension in the room was palpable as both girls waited anxiously for Mark's response. He paused for a moment, savoring the sweet agony of choosing between the two most important women in his life.
Mark took a deep breath and made his decision. "I can't choose between you two," he said decisively.
Mark began to randomly thrust, slowly at first, he had given up on his counting technique and was letting his member slip and slide and enter each girl as chance allowed occasionally slipping between the pair leaving a slick trail of juices up their bellies. Because he had abandoned his technique, neither girl had any idea WHERE Marks release was going to land.
Emily and Alice gave up all pretence of playing nice, they BOTH wanted his cock, they BOTH wanted his seed inside of them, the whimpers of pleading turned into shout's of encouragement towards Mark "yes, yes, yes, FUCK me" and shouts of rage at each other "FUCK you, his cock is mine". Their words were a cacophony spectrum of lust banging into Marks head and any self control he thought he still possessed, left him completely.
All rationality gone he pulled both girls tightly against him, one on each side, their pussies clenching around his cock seeking its release. Mark closed his eyes and let go, groaning deeply and powerfully as he unloaded his sticky payload into both girls, each squirting out jets of arousal onto his cock, as their bodies convulsed in orgasmic bliss. The force of his shot sent ripples throughout their shared liquid, spreading it evenly between the pair, both girls feeling the warmth of it filling them up.
Alice and Emily lay entwined together, catching their breath after that intense shared experience. It was difficult to tell where one body ended and the other began, the evidence of their passion mingled and indistinguishable. Their skin was slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they caught their breath.
Mark stood up and looked at the two girls sprawled out beside him, their chestnut hair a tangled mess, their faces flushed with exertion. During the frenzy their high heels and finally come loose and dropped to the floor. His legs couldn't carry his weight for long, he collapsed into a chair not far from the bed.
As the girls breathing returned to normal, they could both feel their pussies still twitching against each other. Mark's cum was being sucked in and dribbling out in pulses almost as if by unconscious instinct, their pussies were continuing to duel, trying to suck every last drop of the white seed out of the other. So in tune were the girls, while staring deeply into each others eyes they simultaneously said to each other "we're not finished with each other yet".
Mark was struggling to keep his eyes open as he laid back in the chair, but Emily and Alice, their attentions now fixed on each other were rearranging themselves on the bed into a scissor position. They were determined to prove to the other WHO was the more sexual woman deserving of Marks love.
Both girls locked gaze, a silent battle of wills, challenging each other's resolve in a way that only true lovers can do.
Their bodies shifted slightly, their legs intertwining with each other, their hands holding the opposites breast, nipples pinched and tweaked while their fingers explored their wet folds, ready for another round. Mark's cum was still dribbling from each of their now very loose vaginas, each girl was determined to get as much of his man seed into their own canal as they could.
Alice started to crawl forward across the bed, allowing Emily's pussy to pull closer to hers, Emily was determined not to let her win this round, she too advanced, locking eyes with Alice, both knowing that the winner wouldn't just take possession of Mark, but would claim victory over the other woman.
Without losing eye contact, Alice reached out her hand and grasped Emily's hip pulling her closer, at the same time Emily lunged forward, forcing her pelvis upwards, driving herself further into Alice.
Their combined strength forced them into a scissor position, their labia pressing against each other, their pussies clenching, milking Mark's cum, trying to absorb as much of his essence as possible. Despite the intensity of their battle, both girls maintained eye contact, neither willing to break the spell of their challenge. They moved synchronously, rocking back and forth, their mouths inches apart, lips parted, tongues peaking out playfully, their breathing accelerated, racing, driven by their need to prove their dominance over the other.
For minutes, perhaps hours (time ceased to exist), they continued this motion, this rhythm. This dance of sex, love, power, and rivalry. Each subtle adjustment meant victory or defeat, every thrust a declaration of intent.
Each woman knew the other hungered for more. And while they competed, there was also an understanding that only one could emerge triumphant, whoever reached orgasm first, would be the loser in Mark's eyes. Still on a high from their shared coupling with Mark, both women somehow sensed each others impending release. Before they had pleaded with Mark, now both girls were shouting obscenities at each other, demanding the other cum first!
It was a battle of pure ferocity, fueled by lust, jealousy, and determination, a primal war waged and cries of passion from the two women, were echoing within the confines of Mark's plush penthouse.
Each woman's thigh muscles quivered under strain, every contraction of their pelvic floor sending shock waves through their entire bodies. As time went on, it became apparent that something extraordinary was happening. Emily's face registered increasing signs of distress, her brow furrowed, eyes wide and lips pursed. As Emily's eyelids fluttered, she saw the same signals displayed on Alice's face and the two pulled each other close to scream their mutual orgasm into each other's mouths.
The walls seemed to tremble beneath the force of the simultaneous explosions of energy and passion, which erupted like volcanos. Tears streaming down their faces, these two rivals found solace in each other's arms, a bond formed through unparalleled intimacy.
Still lying upon the bed, surrounded by the dishevelled satin sheets, Emily grabbed Alice's face, "We still haven't resolved this ...", her tone was meant to convey aggression to her rival, but the look in her eyes and the quiver in her voice betrayed a feeling of hope and bewilderment. Hope that the intensity of their coupling could be repeated with herself emerging as the victor, bewilderment at just how high the emotional and physical crest of carnal urges had reached.