Compliantly, Jill Carson let herself be eased down on the couch. She felt the upholstery, harsh and nubbly, scraping against her bare skin. Her nipples, pinched and tweaked to blazing readiness, felt stiff and swollen.
Cool air touched the sensitive insides of her thighs as she lifted one leg to the couch. She was on her back, and had one shoulder pressed against the back of the sofa. As she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes traced along the crack in the plaster.
Soft, steady waves of passion were sweeping through her soft, pale flesh. Her breathing was unsteady. Her lungs felt knotted and tight from lust. Her flat stomach was clenching and unclenching as Sam's hands probed her. His thumbs tugged across her tight pink tits, and her throat knotted with lust. Then he slid his hands down her torso, his rough palms scraping over her tender skin.
His fingers hooked into the waist of her lace-patterned panties. She lifted her hips, and felt him ease her underpants down over the swelling of her ass, the roundness of her lower belly. He was sliding them down her smooth thighs, down her legs; then they were gone.
She heard him suck in his breath as he studied her nude body. She was partially exposed. She knew he could see the soft brown curls of her bush, but not the rounded pout of her pussy lips or the dark shadow of her crack.
She tried to read his expression. There was a hot gleam in his dark eyes, a faint sheen of perspiration on his face. His teeth flashed between his lips-lips spread in a smile? or a grimace of lust? It was hard to tell in the faint light. His straight black hair was mussed from their lead-up to this moment.
Jill turned her thoughts away from herself and concentrated on the carnal need burning in her guts. She could feel hot wetness deep in her pussy, could feel the walls of her vagina pulsing hungrily. Her breasts felt swollen, her crotch hot and hungry. It had that delectable itch that just had to be scratched. And there was only one kind of scratcher that could reach it. No that wasn't quite true. There was only one way to scratch that itch, but there was more than one way to reach it, more than one tool that would do the job.
"I feel cheated," she murmured to Sam. "You have the advantage on me."
"Oh?" Sam was toying with one breast, his thumb running in circles around her pink tit, his fingers caressing the gentle soft swelling.
She fumbled the buttons of his shirt open, one by one, baring his hairy chest. "You're overdressed," she said, her voice husky.
"I guess I'll just have to do something about that," he decided.
She stretched out on her back, and let her hands roam over her breasts, loving the feel of her skin, loving the fire that was burning in her. Sam tdwered above her as he stripped. He was trying to be casual about it, but the fumbling haste of his hands gave him away. He bared his torso. It was muscular, hairy, and tanned. His shirt dropped to the floor as he unfastened his belt, and unzipped his trousers. The push of his cock tented out his underpants the minute he pushed his pants down. His big legs were covered with thick, black, curly hair.
He hauled down his underpants and bared his phallus. It bobbed and weaved its head like a viper, like a primitive predator searching blindly for its prey, for what it needed to slake its hunger.
Jill reached up and stroked its underside with gentle fingertips, as if trying to tame it. Hot stickiness burned her fingers, formed a gleaming strand between them. His prick was ivory pale from his thick black bush to the rift between the shaft and head. The groove there was shadowy black. The glans was dusky, looked almost brown in the faint light. A shining highlight made it gleam provocatively.
Sam sat down on the couch in the hollow her waist formed. He turned and slid one hand up the inside of one thigh. His fingers felt rough and harsh on her sensitive flesh. As she curled her fingers around his cock, Jill let her thighs slide open so he could touch her sweaty patch of hair.
His penis was rock hard, with a soft underbelly and a rubbery knob. She pressed and squeezed, measuring its bulk. It was about seven inches long, certainly no more than that. On the skinny side, as cocks went, she decided. Below it, the soft, hot sack of his scrotum shifted and squirmed at her touch. Probing very care fully, she located the two ropey tubes curling up from his testicles. She followed them until they disappeared inside his body.
His fingers pressed at her labia, and she felt them squeezing together from the pressure. The gentle compression against her clitoris sent a slow surge of heat through her whole crotch. She let her hips shift the way they wanted to, let them lift and twist. She was inviting him to probe deeper into her crotch, inviting him to seek the well of her sex with his finger.
He began to explore between her outer lips with the timidity of a person entering a dark room. He wiggled one finger into her slit, and moved it up and down, just barely spreading her hairy outer folds.
She stroked delicate fingers over the hard tower of his cock. She smeared her flesh and his with his hot, sticky oozings. She felt new waves of blood pulse into his hot, rigid pole as she caressed it. She curled her fingers around the rubbery knob and squeezed it gently, felt it yield to her pressure. A fresh, stinging wave of fluid welled out of the slit at the tip.
She licked her lips as waves of heat burned through her body. His finger went deeper inside her, spreading the inner petals of her hot, moist flesh. He kept a steady pressure on her mons with the rough palm of his hand.
Squeezing and milking his prick brought successive waves of hot lubricant which she smeared all over his hot meat. The heavy scent of sex was all around them. The smell made her head swim, her mouth water. She inhaled deeply-she never tired of the unique odor.
He was carefully torturing her with his finger, slipping it into her oozing vagina, wiggling it. He lashed the nerve endings there into fire, and her flesh watered as if it was trying to quench the flames. "I'm ready," she said softly.
"Hmmmm?" he asked, teasing, pretending he didn't know what she was talking about. "Put it in me," she urged.
"Eager beaver," he chuckled, wiggling his finger in her wet snatch.
"You bet," she agreed, tugging gently on his penis.
"I could bring you off this way," he pointed out, still tormenting her ready crotch with his finger.
"And I could bring you off this way," she retorted, pumping her hand on his towering erection. "But I don't want to do it that way. Do you?"
"No," he admitted, shifting and moving between her spread thighs. He drew his hand out of her cunt, and she felt her own hot, sticky juices smear her flesh as he cupped his hand over her heaving breast.
She guided his phallus to her crack. Wishing that she could see, she aimed it into her vagina by feel alone. She pulled at him, tugging him into her body. He held his hips up and away, letting her get only the tip of his prick in her. Bracing himself up on his hands, he gazed down at her nude body.
Then he pressed his phallus steadily into her steaming tunnel. Jill was set ablaze as his cock slid deep into her willing, eager body. There was that marvelous, stretching feeling as her vaginal walls embraced his hot tower. Then there was that feeling of fullness, a feeling like nothing else in the world, the feeling of a phallus entering her cunt.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jill could see the empty glasses, the ashtray overflowing with Sam's cigarette butts. All the accoutrements of the mating ritual were there, even though both of them had known exactly how the evening was to end, and what it was they both really wanted. They had gone through all the appropriate rituals that led up to the pistoning of a hot male member in a eager female orifice.
"Aaahh!" A sudden blast of pure pleasure caught Jill by surprise, wrenching the cry from her.
Everything faded but the alternating fullness/emptiness as Sam pistoned his cock in and out of her sucking vagina. With every thrust there was a crackling explosion as her clit was smashed between their pubic arches. Her hips heaved and jumped mindlessly. The itch of approaching ultimate ecstasy swelled and grew, pushing aside everything else. The world, everything, was waiting for that final eruption of searing pleasure.
It came. Her body arching, Jill's consciousness was tumbled in the turbulent wash of her coming. Clinging to the man on and in her, she was swept along in the seething power of her orgasm. Her vaginal walls spasmed around his cylinder. She was faintly aware of thick wads of hot semen spattering her inner flesh as Sam pumped his fluids into her hungry passage.
Then came the inevitable fall from the peak. Clutching at him, Jill writhed and squirmed in a desperate attempt to recapture the pleasure.
She blinked back the tears that threatened to drown her. Why the hell should she be crying? She hadn't really cried since that first time. She had been seventeen, just starting her senior year in high school. Her parents, reluctantly, had let her accept an invitation from her steady for a football weekend at his college.
"Are you sure this is all right?" she asked nervously as he opened the heavy entryway door for her.
"Yeah, sure," he answered, with the bold brashness of a college freshman out to impress his date. "I told you, women are allowed in our rooms until nine o'clock on Fridays and Saturdays."
Jill found some comfort in the knowledge it was not against the rules for her to be there. The stairway zigzagged upward. She let Bill guide her through the heavy fire-door and into a short hallway.
"GIRL EST THE DORM!" he yelled abruptly, making her jump.
"You don't have to brag about it," she giggled nervously.
"That's just in case someone's in the shower," Bill answered, motioning toward a wooden door. He led the way to the end of the hall and unlocked a door. "Here we are," he said proudly.
As Jill entered his room, she had the feeling she was crossing more than one threshold. She looked around the-small room curiously. It looked self-consciously meticulous. The bunk beds near the door were vaguely ridged, the covers drawn tight over the recalcitrant wrinkles. Two beds, two desks, two bureaus, and two desk chairs. That's all the furniture there was. Books were stacked with precise neatness on the desks.
"Where's your roommate?" Jill asked anxiously, not sure whether she wanted someone else there, or not.
"Showing his girl the campus," Bill answered easily. "We'll meet 'em at dinner."
"Oh." Jill looked around for a place to sit.
"Use the bottom bunk," Bill suggested. "Sorry about the lack of chairs, but this is supposed to be a single room. They stuff frosh in any old place. Would you like a drink?"
Jill sat down nervously on the bed. Her head just missed hitting the frame of the upper bunk. She put her purse on the floor by her feet, and crossed her legs nervously. "Uh, okay," she agreed. "But nothing too strong."
"Cantly is dantly, but liquor is quicker," Bill teased as he fixed her drink. The top of one bureau was fixed up as a bar.
"Bill-eee!"
"Just joking," he assured her. "Here, try this. It's a whiskey sour."
Jill sipped it cautiously, acutely aware she was unused to hard liquor. Reassuringly, it tasted like thick lemonade. She drank it a bit more boldly as Bill settled himself beside her on the bed. His arm went behind her, and the mattress sagged, tipping her against him. She felt warm, and comfortable, but there was a tight knot in her lower belly. She let her head rest on Bill's strong shoulder.
He moved suddenly, nervously. "Hey, how about some music," he suggested, lurching up. He fiddled with the record player, which sat on the wide windowsill by one desk. The first record was one they had danced to at his senior prom the spring before. "Want a refill?"
Jill looked at her glass and was surprised to see it was empty. "Uh, no," she decided. "That was a long ride. I'm feeling kind of tired."
"Kick off your shoes and he down if you want," Bill suggested, fixing himself a second drink.
Feeling slightly giddy, Jill stretched out, then carefully arranged her short pleated skirt. She rested her head on the covered lump of his pillow. Drink in hand, Bill came over and sat beside her.
"Hi, Jello," he said softly, using his pet name for her. They hadn't been together since their tearful, passionate parting late in the summer.
"Hi," she answered softly. Her heart was beating very quickly. She was lying on her back, looking up at him. She had her hands folded on her flat stomach. Her ankles were crossed primly.
"I'm glad your folks let you come," he said fondly.
"Me, too." She reflected that if they had known she would be here, like this, alone with him in his room, they would never have given their permission.
"You haven't ... kissed me yet," she pointed out softly, wetting her lips with just the tip of her tongue.
"There was kind of a crowd at the bus stop," he said lamely.
"That didn't stop most of the guys. You used to kiss me in public."
"Yeah."
"We aren't in public now," she urged tensely.
Setting his drink on the floor, Bill leaned over her. She closed her eyes as she felt him drawing nearer and nearer. She felt herself tensing up, and fought to relax. She didn't change her position, but kept her fingers laced together on her stomach, her ankles crossed.
The lips that touched hers were burning with a heat she had never felt before. She let her mouth open slightly, and his tongue eased between her lips, softly, shyly. The tip of his tongue explored her partially parted teeth. She met it with her own.
His hand touched her below her right breast, pressed against her cotton blouse. The kiss went on and on, their breath mingling with a soft sensuality as their tongues sparred gently. His hand slipped higher, touched the bottom of her bra. Hesitantly, it eased up to cover the gentle mound of her breast, as shyly and delicately as a breeze. It was almost as if he had never touched her there before.
She held herself rigid, afraid to move. The core of her being was a cyclone of unfamiliar sensations: blazing need, fear, and hope. Everything she had ever felt before was a pale reflection of what she was feeling now. The kiss became deeper, wetter, hotter. The hand on her breast became more firm, more anxious. The lace cup of her bra wrinkled uncomfortably.
Almost without willing it, Jill unlaced her fingers and put one hand around the back of Bill's neck. She held him to her, feeling the softness of his curly brown hair, the pressure of his chest on one breast, the heat of his hand on the other. She squirmed her legs against each other, trying to scratch the itch deep in her crotch.
Bill's hand left her breast, moved to the top button of her blouse. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew she should stop him. It wasn't that they hadn't ever gone this far before. It was that this time, she knew, there was nothing to stop him, or her. This time there was no chance of the harsh glare of a policeman's light shining in the car window, or the sound of someone coming down the stairs as they necked in front of the TV set.
The button slipped through the hole. She kept one hand on the back of his neck, the other palm-down on her stomach. She felt his fingers touching her skin, then fumbling with the next button.
The kiss went on, and on, and on. Their lips were slippery and wet, their mouths wide open as their tongues battled. He was bruising her lips against her teeth as he continued to undress her.
His hand was on the next button of her blouse, easing it through its hole. Then, hesitantly, as if he expected her to stop him, he slipped his hand inside her blouse, up and over the soft, wrinkled lace cup of her bra. She felt her nipple harden from the touch. His hand was separated from it by only one thin layer of material. The lace scraped over her tit as he circled his hand around on her breast. Then he probed his fingers along the edge of her bra, seeking an entrance.
Encouraged by her lack of resistance, he abandoned her breast and began working on the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her hand was still on her stomach, just above the waistband of her skirt. She could have stopped him right there, just by keeping her hand where it was. She could have kept him from reaching the last button of her blouse, kept him from opening it.
She eased her hand down to her side, and dug her fingers into the mattress as she felt the last button being undone. She felt her blouse pulling out of her skirt as he eased it aside to expose her torso and the white, tantalizing lace of her bra.
He broke the kiss and drew back. His eyes focused on her chest. His pupils widened with appreciation and his face flushed as he studied her.
"God!" It was more a croak than a word. He touched her bra-covered breasts hesitantly. Then he eased her blouse back over her shoulders. She lifted herself and let him slip it down her arms and off. When she settled back, his hands were trapped behind her back. His arms were around her, drawing him down to her.
Now, without her blouse being in the way, she could feel the heat of his body through his shirt. Their kiss quickly rebuilt to the same searing level of heat that their previous one had had. She felt his hands squirming under her. His knuckles and fingers were digging into her spine. He fumbled awkwardly with the hooks of her bra. Neither of them dared break the kiss to make it easier. Both of them were desperately hiding in the searing hot wetness of their osculation, pretending what was going on behind her back wasn't really happening.
She felt the band of her bra tighten, then loosen. She clung to him, tightened her arms around him. She felt as if she were being shredded by fear and excitement as the two emotions battled for control of her body. His hands wriggled out from behind her back, and then one squirmed between them. She felt his fingers burrowing upward, pressing her loose bra upward, digging into the soft flesh of her breast, then attaining the peak. The touch of his fingers against her bare nipple rocked her to the core.
When he broke the kiss and pushed up and away from her, her muscles were too weak to stop him, to keep him close. So she let him slip away from her. She kept her hands on him, as if touching him provided an anchor point in the storm-tossed world. She had her eyes closed. She let him untangle her from her bra, strip it down her arms and off. She heard him suck in his breath at the sight of her bare breasts, her pink nipples, and creamy pale flesh. Then his fingers brushed over her tits again, setting them ablaze, match heads rasped by sandpaper. Flame fire-balled out through her and triggered a flood of moistness in her crotch.
"Ooooh, Billy," she groaned.
"God!" he choked out softly.
She felt him moving, lowering himself. Then his lips touched her nipple and she thought she was going to die from the searing pleasure that tore through her whole body. Her hips shifted restlessly on the bed. He sucked on her nipple, rolled it against his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Her knees bent and flexed, her ankles uncrossed.
Fingers touched one knee, jolting her, terrifying her. But her body, a blazing pool of searing need, refused to obey her command to resist. Her knees sagged apart, and she felt his fingers slip higher on her leg, stroke the smooth, sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. Goose bumps spread along her legs from his feathery, scratchy touch.
He shifted his lips from one nipple to the other, leaving the first hot and swollen, setting the other afire by rasping it with his tongue. She curled her fingers in his hair, but there was no strength in her arms. She couldn't push him away or pull him hard against her.
His fingers moved higher and higher on her thigh. Her skirt slid slowly upward, baring her. Then fingers were pressing against her humid pantied crotch, caressing the soft steaminess of her pussy through the soggy lace. The touch opened her floodgates, and a hot, sticky wave of lubricant poured from her cunt. A towering wall of lust seared through her body, wrenching a soft cry from her.
She felt his fingers exploring the leg opening of her panties. Then, worming under the tight elastic, they pushed past her soft hairy labia, and probed her hot grotto, pressed into her slick folds, exploring ground they had never before been permitted to touch. Her hips writhed and twisted on the bed as wave after wave of passion engulfed her.
It wasn't enough. She had to have more, more, much, much more. The hesitant probing of her pussy by the fingers squeezing through the leg hole of her panties was triggering a roaring hunger in her. Prying her fingers loose from his hair, Jill reached for the button and zipper on the side of her skirt and unfastened them. Then, with awkward, writhing desperation, she heaved her hips up off the bed and struggled to get her skirt and panties off. She felt his hand pull away from her crotch as she struggled to bare herself to him as she had never ever before bared herself to any male. Writhing frantically, she kicked free of her skirt, panties, and loafers. Then she was naked except for her knee socks and the delicate gold chain around her neck. She felt cool air touching her entire body. Bill was staring at her hungrily, admiringly. Then a hot, rough hand stroked down her bare belly, and big clumsy fingers combed and tugged through her soft brown pubic hair, and a finger slid into her dripping, scalding slit. Her knees bent and her legs slid apart as his finger probed into her dripping hole.
"More," she sighed. "Put two in me."
A second finger eased into her tight vagina, increasing her pleasure. Her vaginal walls were stretched slowly wider. The pressure on her clit increased, but not enough. She reached down and put her own small, dainty hand on Bill's big hairy one, and urged him into her body, urged him to press on her clit.
There was an agonizing itch deep in her guts. And the touch of his hand, the probing of his fingers, made the screaming itch worse. Instead of scratching the itch, everything seemed to be making it greater.
Bill ripped his hand away from her hot, sticky pussy. She jerked and heaved as if she had received an electric shock. He pushed away from her and stood up. She was suddenly terrified. He was leaving her, he was going to leave her here, writhing with desperate hunger, naked and abandoned and humiliated. She blinked away her tears and looked up at him, pleading with her eyes.
He was standing next to the bed, staring down at her. His face was flushed and shining with sweat. He was panting visibly. His mouth was open as if he had just run a long, hard race. He was unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it back off his strong shoulders, throwing it aside. Then he was unbuckling his belt, unfastening his pants, shoving them down his thighs.
Fear ripped through Jill. She was naked, on her back on the bed, totally exposed to him. She tore her eyes away from his passion inflamed face, and stared at the spearing tower of his rock-hard penis. His shaft gleamed like ivory in the late afternoon sun. The pink/purple cap seemed to swell and pulse. She studied it fearfully. The column of blood-engorged flesh looked like a ferocious battering ram that would tear her wide open if he tried to get it into her tight pussy. But the itch in her belly had increased at the sight of his mammoth erection. And she knew that-that THING-was the only thing in the world that was capable of relieving the excruciating agony in her guts.
She saw him slip his hand under the mattress of the top bunk. It emerged holding a foil packet. He opened it with palsied hands, and pulled out a small pale white donut. Uncomprehendingly, she watched him place the opening of the donut on the end of his penis, then slowly unroll it, encasing his throbbing cock in a thin layer of gleaming slick rubber.
When he lowered himself onto her, she spread her thighs and her arms. Nothing mattered anymore but getting relief from the terrible hunger that was raging through her body. She felt something probing blindly in her crotch, stabbing bluntly first to one side and then the other, too high, and then too low. Prying her hand down between them, she found his condom-coated cock and placed the head of it in the entrance of her vagina. His hips thrust, and suddenly she was being filled by his wonderful heavy fullness. There was no pain, just marvelous fulfilling pleasure as he thrust into her virgin vagina, pressing past the shreds of a hymen broken years before by her own curious fingers.
Wrapping her arms around him, Jill urged him deeper into her body. His phallus rammed up into her, his pubic arch mangled her clit with blind ferocity, sending her ecstasy soaring still higher. Impatiently, he humped against her, pumping his cock in and out of her clinging vagina. She was soaring higher and higher with every pistoning drive into her belly. She had a feeling something was going to happen, something incredibly good. When that marvelous itch deep in her body was finally relieved, it was going to be with an incredible sunburst of pleasure.
Her hips were heaving and jerking in opposition to his. Her body was writhing and humping, meeting each of his thrusts. His hips were jammed between her thighs with bruising force. His hands were tearing at her, his breath was blasting in her ear with a sharp, hot chuffing sound. She was being pounded closer and closer to a blasting ecstasy of release.
Then he rammed hard into her, harder than he had before, and she felt him driving and pushing against her as if he was trying to split her open. His cock was pulsing and convulsing inside her, thick gouts of come were bursting against the restraining envelope of his rubber condom.
With panicky strength, she heaved his ass up, and rocked her pelvis against his. Instinctively she knew that if she missed reaching her peak now, she would be left stranded, short of fulfillment. If she failed to catch this wave, she would be left bobbing, far out at sea, far away from the pleasure she knew could be hers.
Then the pumping of the cock in her hole and the pulping of her clitoris between them sent her over the top. The lead car of a roller-coaster, she rocketed down in a clattering confusion of pleasure that whirled and tumbled all her senses. Her body strained in a joint-cracking arch, she tried to suck Bill's entire body in through the small opening of her vagina.
When it was all over, she cried, although she didn't know why she was crying. There was a feeling of something lost, and something gained. There was the feeling of a point passed, a childhood abandoned and adulthood attained.
"What the hell are you crying for?" Sam asked, jolting Jill back to the present, to the darkened apartment. Battling the memories and her snuffling, she shook her head. "I don't know. I need a drink." She sat up, and swung her feet to the floor.
While he mixed her a drink, she thought about the weekend with Bill. After the ice, so to speak, had been broken, it had been one long orgy. He had even had to buy more rubbers. That had been the last time she had seen him. She still wasn't certain whether she had avoided him, or he had avoided her. It was as if they had both decided that they weren't going to see each other anymore.
"Here you are," Sam said, holding out her glass.
She gulped half of it down immediately. "Would you like to try a second round?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Sam agreed happily. "Now that's my kind of woman! Goes straight to the point. Only trouble is, Baby, I'm not exactly up to it right now."
Jill tossed down the rest of her drink. "Well, let's give it a try." Twisting from the couch to the floor in front of him, she lowered her head to his lap and drew his limp, come-crusty prick into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around it, tasting her juices and his, she battered it to life.
. "Yeah," Sam sighed, gazing down at her head as she sucked his cock. His hand touched the back of her head, stroking her hair and forcing her down onto his cock at the same time.
His penis was swelling quickly in her mouth, burgeoning upward. She sucked and drew on it, pulling blood into it. Slipping her hand between his thighs, she caught his balls on her fingers and rolled them from side to side.
It seemed hours before his prick was fully erect again, though it was actually only a few minutes. When she had him stiff and ready, she straddled him, aimed his cock up into her pussy and jammed herself down on it, stuffing her vagina with its bulk. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, closing her eyes, she bounced on his lap, his cock stirring her twat to a pulp as it whipped in and out of her streaming cunt. She felt her breasts jarring and jiggling, her nipples burning as they scraped along his hairy chest. She concentrated on her own desperate hunger. Reaching down, she diddled her clit, and continued her frantic pumping on his phallus. It was there. The growing expectation of ecstasy was building steadily.
Sam's hands clamped down on her breasts. His fingers squeezed painfully into her soft flesh. The pain was a perfect accent to Jill's pleasure.
She was close to her peak now, close to the point where the tide of pleasure would break over her in a rush. Her pelvis was rocking wildly, making his cock flail around in her pussy. She was rubbing her clit frantically as she bounced and heaved on his tower.
"Yeah," Sam grunted. "Yeah, go to it, go!"
The only thing she could think about was her own coming. She wanted to come and come and come.
Her orgasm burst over her, a thundering wave of pleasure. She felt as if she were rotating around the cock in her guts. Flames of pleasure seared her soul to a crisp. She felt him spurting his cream straight up into her, a thick geyser that spattered her wet folds, streamed out around his phallus and glued them together.
CHAPTER TWO
Paul Grant managed not to wince when the waiter brought the bill for dinner. Wearing his best poker face, he counted out the money and mentally computed how little was left in his wallet. Then he looked at the girl across the table from him and told himself it was worth it.
"Now what?" she asked.
Paul let his eyes meet her striking blue ones. Then he surveyed the classically fine beauty of her face-slender, fine-boned. Her mouth was a trace too thin and wide, and her chin a fraction too bold and sharp for absolute perfection. Then he let his gaze slip downward, past the black velvet dog collar and sparkling medallion of rhinestones to the dramatic V of her neckline. It ended far below her breasts, exposing their soft, rounded inner slopes.
He continued the downward sweep of his gaze and studied his watch. The quick inventory of his date had taken only fractions of a second. "Well, we've been talking so much, we missed the movie," he pointed out.
"Oh, that's all right. I didn't really want to see it anyway. But where can we go? We can't stay here."
"My thought exactly." He wrestled with the tactical situation for a moment, not wanting to appear too forward. "How about the Lavender Lounge?"
"I don't feel like dancing," Karen answered. "Besides, it's always so noisy there I get a headache."
Paul was encouraged slightly, but was still cautious. "We could just walk, I suppose."
"Ugh, not in these shoes," Karen snorted.
One by one she was eliminating the options. He decided to take the plunge.
"Well" he said lightly, his heart hammering, "that leaves your place or mine."
Paul's cock was as hard as a rail. He tried to get it to go down by reminding himself that this was only their second date. She was very pretty, with a lot of class. She had never given any hint she would be an easy lay. Perversely, that had been one of the main things that had interested him in her.
He helped her up gallantly and draped her stole over her shoulders.
Ten minutes later he was helping her out of the stole, using the opportunity to gently caress the graceful column of her neck. She walked gracefully across his one room bachelor apartment as he hung her stole carefully in the closet.
"It's very nice," she observed, standing in the middle of the room, gazing around.
"Thanks. Care for a drink?"
"A Manhattan, maybe?"
"No problem." In the small kitchenette, he quickly mixed two drinks. He carried hers over to where she stood by the mantel of the unworking fireplace.
"Kick off your shoes and stay a while," he suggested.
Steadying herself with one hand on his shoulder, she toed off her heels, and was suddenly two inches shorter. "Oooh, thanks," she sighed, wiggling her toes. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Oh, sorry. The other side of the kitchen."
"Back in a minute," she assured him. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"
"Uh, okay," he agreed, trying not to read too much into the suggestion. He settled for taking off his jacket and tie and his shoes. Then he turned the FM radio on low. A symphony by Tchaikowsky filled the room.
"Tchaikowsky's Fifth, right?" Karen called from the bathroom, startling him.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," he agreed, not sure. He sat down on the couch, and leaned forward. He rolled his drink between his palms as he agonized. He didn't know how to handle this chick. He was afraid if he moved too fast he'd blow all chance with her. She really had class, and also a fine body and great legs, from what he had seen of them. Most chicks he could read, but this was a tough one. She didn't mind him touching her, but didn't reciprocate or respond, either. Her dress sure as hell wasn't demure, not with that neckline and tight fit and short skirt, but it wasn't any giveaway, either. He wondered what she had on under it, and if he was going to be lucky enough to get her out of it.
"Ahh, that's better," she sighed.
Paul looked up and felt the blood drain out of his face. She was as beautiful out of her clothes as he had imagined. But he had never imagined she was going to suddenly walk into the room stark naked. She was lithe and slender, with clean, trim lines, and small, firm breasts with sharp, pointy nipples. Her ass was tight and round and firm, her legs long, and graceful, and smooth.
Paying no attention to him, she walked to the mantel and picked up her drink, then turned to face him. She was a natural blonde. Her pubic bush was a tight mass of golden ringlets.
"I thought you were going to get comfortable," she commented, as if her lack of clothes was the most natural thing in the world.
Shaken to the core, Paul didn't know what the hell to think of her now. The very brazenness of her action seemed to indicate the obvious. But her casual naturalness about her nudity made it not brazen at all, somehow.
"Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered. "Uh, why not?" He tried to keep his voice from squaking. He wondered if his erection was going to let him empty his bladder, which felt as if it was going to burst. "I'll be right back."
"Okay if I tune around for some different music?" she asked.
Paul opened the bathroom door a crack. "Sure." He wrestled his clothes off. Her dress hung like' a black ghost from a hanger on the hook on the door.
He fought the urge to put on his bathrobe before going back out. Why the hell should he be embarrassed to be naked with her?
His cock swayed in front of him as he walked out into the room.
Her eyes passed over him slowly, casually, from head to foot, before she looked away. He was a little miffed at her casual dismissal of his cock. It was thrusting out like a bludgeon from his groin. "How's that?" he asked.
She shrugged as if it made no difference to her. The motion did delightful things to her breasts. "I couldn't get anything on your radio."
"Let me try," he offered. "It's kind of finicky sometimes." He tuned slowly past a jumble of stations, then found some pleasant, innocuous background music.
"That's nice."
"Okay." He went over to his drink, trying to be as casual as she was. He turned, unable to keep his eyes off her. "Care to dance?"
"I'd like that."
Paul gulped. He hadn't expected her to agree. Moving over to her, he curled his arm around her waist, and took her hand in his. His cock touched her belly when she moved in close to him, then slid up along her satin skin. She melted in against his body. Not holding back at all, she molded herself against him. He felt his lust soaring. Her body was satin smooth. Her breasts were soft cushions, her nipples hard pebbles. Her sleek thighs pressed against his. Then she spread them slightly, and he could feel the stiff wiriness of her bush scraping his thigh.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. When he kissed her, her lips parted, inviting his tongue into her mouth. She was fragrant from the sweet drink and he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent. She unclasped her hand from his and put her arm around his neck. He slid his hand down to her waist and pressed her soft belly against his hard body. His cock felt like a rolling pin between them.
Not breaking the kiss, they sank slowly to the floor in a sensuous tangle of arms and legs. They ended up sitting side by side, facing each other.
Slowly, gracefully, she stretched out on her back. The fingers of one hand slid easily down his body and stopped at his cock. Then they curled around his hard shaft and squeezed it. It ached deliciously.
He gazed down at her, still staggered by the turn things had taken. She was offering herself to him with a casualness that stunned him. He began to wonder if the forty-dollar dinner had been necessary.
He slid his hand up her slender torso and cupped her breast, letting her pink nipple peek out of the circle formed by his thumb and forefinger. Then, studying her face, he swept his thumb over the sharp point. Her eyes closed and her mouth softened and opened. Her grip on his cock tightened, and then relaxed shghdy.
He looked down at her pussy. Her legs were spread and her knees were bent. Her sex was exposed. But there was nothing lewd about the inviting pose, and it was incredibly erotic. Her labia, sprinkled with tight blonde kinks, were full and rounded. Her mons was prominent. The dark slit between her labia showed a flash of pink. Her inner petals were thrusting out impatiently.
Moving his hand away from her breast, he slid it down her body. Her blue eyes were hot and encouraging as he swept his fingers down over her shghdy rounded belly. Brushing over her tight pubic curls, he eased one finger into her slit. She spread her thighs a little more as he probed her hot hole. Her vagina, slippery and slick and exciting, embraced his finger warmly as it probed into her. He reached as deeply into her as he could. Compliantly, she rocked her pelvis to give him better access to her inner secrets. There was something inside her that felt vaguely different.
"Diaphragm," she told him calmly.
So, she had come prepared. He licked his lips and wiggled his finger in her hot, slippery hole. Then he drew out and moved his moist finger up her slit. He found her protruding button of flesh and rolled it back and forth with the tip of his finger.
Her eyes closed again, and excitement flushed her delicate features. Her blonde hair was spread like a fan behind her head. The only thing she had on was the black velvet dog collar around her neck. It made her look more desirable than if she had not been wearing anything at all.
Her lips shaped words, but there was no sound. There didn't need to be. Paul knew what she was silently shouting.
"Fuck me," was what she was saying. Her fingers were smearing his excited lubricant over his prick in a slick, hot film.
Awkwardly, Paul shifted until he was lying beside her, then eased slowly and cautiously over her slender, fragile body. Her thighs opened to admit him. She wrapped her arms around his huge torso and hugged him hard against herself. His cock settled in her nook and he eased into her willing body, feeling the hot folds of her vagina spread to admit his bulk.
He stopped when the full length of his phallus had been swallowed up by her clinging, velvety hole. She was tight and small. His balls ached to unload into her.
He drew back and thrust in again, loving the way her flesh binned against his. Wriggling his hands under her shoulders, he pressed the long length of his heavy body against hers, feeling her satin flesh against his, her nipples grinding into his chest, her sleek legs curled around his hairy ones. Moving only his hips, he pistoned his prick in and out of her. He felt his pubic arch grinding against hers, and knew her clit was caught between them. Hot come gathered in his crotch and he felt his orgasm drawing near. He stopped moving, wanting to hold off his coming as long as possible, wanting to take her with him.
"Don't stop," she whispered, sliding her hands down and gripping his muscular ass cheeks.
He nodded, and began to move again. He drove into her harder and faster. She dug her nails into his ass. She was squirming under him like a half-squashed bug, but he knew she didn't want him to get off of her. She was wriggling because she enjoyed him crushing her, and because she wanted him to be fully aware of her body under his.
He began to come. His cock pulsed as it spurted slow, thick, heavy wads of semen deep into her body. He clung to her, shoving his cock at her in time with the spurtings of his prick, adding the full thrust of his body to the eruptions of his penis. She was rigid under him, her body convulsed by what he hoped was her climax. He thought he could feel her vagina spasming around his jetting cock, but wasn't sure.
His orgasm fading and his prick shriveling, he became a dead weight on her. She squirmed and he rolled off of her. His cock slithered free of her hole. He sprawled on his back and tried to catch his breath. He was astounded at how similar this time had been to his first.
There were four of them in the house. It was empty except for them. Jake was the oldest, a senior. Paul and Jimmy were both juniors. The one girl, Rachel, was a sophomore. It was a lazy, aimless Saturday afternoon in late May. Outdoors, a gentle rain was making the spring green look even brighter and fresher.
"What should we do now?" Jake asked lazily. He was tall, skinny, and had bushy blonde hair.
"I don't know," Paul answered. He glanced around the card table, from Jake, to Jimmy, to Rachel. She was a pretty black-haired girl. She dressed to emphasize rather than conceal her hard, young, thrusting breasts, her full hips and small waist.
She collected the cards they had been playing with into a heap, then began to square them up. "How about more cards?"
"Shit," Jake snorted. "We been playing cards all day already. I'm tired of cards. Poker ain't much fun when you don't have any money."
"'Isn't' not 'ain't'," Rachel corrected him. She was Jake's girl, sort of, and was continually trying to "improve" him. "How about strip poker?" she asked.
Paul felt his guts knot at the suggestion. He kept silent, unwilling to trust his voice. The room was abruptly very tense. If he, or Jimmy, or even Jake had suggested the game, the suggestion would have been treated as a joke. But Rachel had come up with the idea, and she didn't sound as if she was joking.
"I don't know," Jimmy replied with studied casualness. "What do you think, Jake?"
Jake shrugged, then glanced out at the rain. "I was gonna work on my car," he answered coolly. "But I can't in this rain."
"I think," Paul ventured cautiously, fighting to control his hot shivers, "I think it would be fun." He had never played strip poker, with anyone. His knowledge of girls was limited to furtive peeks at raunchy magazines, and a couple of heart-hammering kisses.
"We have to start off even," Rachel announced, maintaining the initiative.
Paul's mouth was dry as dust by the time she had laid down basic rules to equalize things. He noticed that her slender fingers were trembling as she shuffled and dealt the first hand. They were playing hi-lo. The two hands in the middle were the losers.
It wasn't long before they were all down to their underwear. Paul was glad he could hide his towering hard-on under the card table. When Jake and Rachel had lost the last hand, Jake's stiff cock had looked like a telephone pole in his underpants, and was threatening to burst through the fly. Rachel had stripped down her shorts, revealing a pair of white cotton panties. There was an exciting dark shadow down between her shapely thighs. A few wisps of black hair had escaped from the leg openings.
Now she was studying her cards carefully, shifting them nervously. Fine beads of sweat gleamed on her upper hp. Her bra hugged her prominent, firm breasts, and showed a deep, exciting cleavage between them. The straps dug into her shoulders. Apparantly the weight of her big boobs was too much for them.
This time Paul and Jake were the losers. Without getting up, they each stripped off their undershirts and tossed them aside.
Paul prayed he wouldn't lose the next hand, too. He prayed Rachel would be a loser, so he could see those enormous tits of hers. He filled an inside straight, and breathed a sigh of relief when he had the high hand. Jake, with absolutely nothing, had the low one.
Jimmy ripped his undershirt up and off and threw it aside. All three of them were looking at Rachel. Her dark eyes flashed with excitement as she leaned forward in her chair, and reached behind her back. The pose thrust her breasts so far forward it looked like they were going to pop out of her bra. She fumbled for a moment, and then her bra was loose, sagging away from her full mounds, but not yet revealing anything but their curving undersides.
She slid her arm out of one strap, let the bra slip away from her breasts, and dropped it to the floor. The only clues to her excitement were the film of sweat on her face and the trembling of her hands as she reached for the cards.
"My deal?" she asked, her voice tight.
No one answered. Paul couldn't believe it. He was sitting here, playing cards with a topless girl. Her breasts were great thrusting mounds, tipped with dark, sharp nipples. They quivered each time she jogged the cards after shuffling. They shifted enticingly as she dealt.
"You gonna stare or play?" she asked Paul suddenly.
He jumped, and quickly scooped up his cards. He noticed that Jimmy's eyes spent more time on Rachel's tits than anywhere else. Jake, being older, was putting On an act of experienced indifference. However, as he adjusted his hand, he bent the corners of two cards.
Paul ended up with a pair of fours, and knew he had lost. He was both relieved and disappointed when Jimmy was the other loser. It meant Rachel would still keep some secrets from them, but that he would not have to make his final revelation alone.
"Well, come on, guys," Jake urged. "Let's not keep the little lady waiting."
His pulse hammering, Paul shoved his chair back. It tipped over with a crash. No one seemed to notice. Rachel was staring straight at his crotch, at the thrusting tower of his cock. With quivering hands, he eased his underpants out over the head of his hard-on, and shoved them down and off. He was slightly ashamed of his minimal growth of pubic hair. Jimmy had tons of it. But Paul was pleased to see that the clean, hard length of his phallus was greater than Jimmy's, although Jimmy's looked like it was bigger around. He hoped length was more important than breadth.
"Now what?" Jimmy asked. "Paul and I can't lose anymore."
Relieved to get the weight off his shaking legs, Paul righted his chair and sat down. He turned sideways so his cock wasn't jabbing the edge of the table.
"Well?" Jake asked Rachel.
"I guess it's only fair," Rachel answered enigmatically. She pushed her chair back and stood up. Hooking her thumbs in her underpants, she shoved them off quickly and efficiently. Everything but her faded out as Paul stared at her. She was all naked skin and black hair.
The only sound in the room was very loud breathing. Then Jake was out of his underpants, and his long, skinny cock was wagging heavily in front of him.
"N-now what?" Jimmy managed to croak at last
"Let's fuck," Rachel said eagerly.
Paid wondered if it felt the same to be struck by lightning. This was it. It was all out in the open now. Christ! He-he didn't know how to do it.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Jimmy agreed.
"Draw to see who's first," Rachel suggested. 'I'll be in the bedroom waiting." She walked out and left the three of them standing there gawking.
"Uh, Jake, she's your girl," Paul stammered, unsure of how the older boy would view the situation.
"Shit, Rachel and me have been screwing around for months," Jake snorted.
"You don't mind?" Jimmy asked.
"Naahh," Jake assured them. "She's always gone down for other guys. I don't mind. Come on, let's draw for first." He spread the deck out, and extracted one of the two cards whose corners he had bent Carefully, Paul took the other one, figuring Jake wasn't likely to purposely pick a loser. Jimmy drew. He had a five to Paul's King, and Jake's Ace.
"See you later, guys," Jake told them, flipping his card onto the table and sauntering out.
Paul slumped in his chair. His cock slowly lost its hardness as he thought about what he was going to have to do. He wondered if he'd do it right. Christ! What if he messed up? He wanted to back out but didn't either. Nor did he dare.
He tried to picture what was going on in the bedroom, but couldn't. He settled for remembering what Rachel had looked like as she stood there, boldly naked in front of the three of them. She was on the short side, and ah curves. Her breasts were huge thrusting mounds, heavily curved on the undersides. Her nipples were dark, conical, with jaunty hard points. Her torso tapered to a small waist, then flared out. Her belly was rounded, and dipped down between her thighs to her thick, black bush-a charcoal triangle between pale, rounded thighs.
"What do you think?" Jimmy asked, breaking the long silence.
Paul shook his head. Fearful of losing his erection again, he was desperately holding onto his memory of what the girl looked like. Think? He couldn't think. What had started as a normal, dull rainy day was turning out to be something unbelievable, a milestone.
Jake swaggered back in. His prick was limp, drained, and glistening. His pubic bush was tangled and matted, stringy and soaked. "Next," he called as if it were a barber shop.
Paul gulped and staggered to his feet. He thought he was going to faint as he ricocheted off the doorjamb.
The bedroom door was open. Rachel lay on her back in the center of the bed. She had one knee raised, her arms at her sides. Her breasts were spread out from her position, but her nipples were still hard darts, and stood up from the pale flesh. Her skin looked very white. She was watching him.
He walked over to the bed as carefully as if he were on a new pair of stilts. He raked his eyes up and down the full length of her lush, nude body. Her pubic patch was wet and stringy. She let her raised knee sag out away from him, revealing the heart of her pussy. There was a flash of pink in the center of the black fur.
"Well, come on," she urged softly, holding her arms up to him.
Paid felt as if the strength was draining out of him. He sank down on top of her. She eased her legs open, bent the other knee, formed a cradle with her thighs.
His cock was pinched painfully between them and her pubic hair was rasping its tender flesh.
He squirmed, and managed to get his cock down between her thighs. Then he blindly poked at her hot nest, burying the head of his prick in her humid, scratchy pussy. He poked at her with futile, stupid desperation.
Her hips shifted, and suddenly his cock was being swallowed by hot, wet flesh. It was so hot it felt as if she was burning up inside. His hips heaved instinctively, and his prick burrowed into her searing, clinging tunnel.
"Jesus!" he blurted out inadvertently.
"Don't stop," Rachel moaned, her hips heaving and jerking under him. She began clawing at his back.
Paul pistoned his prick in her creaming cunt. The come felt like a lava pool in his groin. His nerve endings were blazing with the fire that he knew led to spurting, jetting, convulsing pleasure. Panting and grunting, he humped his hot phallus into her oozing hole, and felt his muscles tensing for their final convulsive effort.
Rachel was grunting and moaning under him, but he was only vaguely aware of it. The only thing he cared about was the blazing peak he felt coming closer and closer and closer. Gone forever were his fears about being able to do it. He savored the pure carnal pleasure of pounding his cock into a cunt.
His orgasm ripped through him in a series of shock waves. His balls unloaded thick, heavy wads of come that blasted down his cock and slammed against the end of Rachel's fifteen-year-old vagina. As he poured his load into her the pleasure was greater than he had ever believed possible. Even his best masturbatory orgasms faded in the face of this incredible ecstasy.
Then his coming faded away, leaving an indelible memory. His penis drained and exhausted, he climbed off of Rachel. For a moment he stood there, looking down at her, seeing his pearly semen in her pubic hair. Then, an idiotic grin splitting his face, he went back to where Jimmy was waiting impatiently. Paul jerked a thumb in Rachel's direction, and began to dress.
Paul roused from his reverie when soft lips began nibbling gently on the tip of his cock. Strange he should have thought of that crazy interlude, it had been what, nine years ago? Maybe it was because that time, like today, it was the girl who had taken the initiative.
Karen was crooning softly. Her blonde hair was tickling his stomach and her head was a heavy weight on his lower belly as her mouth caressed his cock back to rigidity.
Tenderly, he stroked the sleek, smooth skin of her back as she sucked his phallus to erectness. It also felt good to have her fingering his testicles gently. He could feel new life flowing into his sexual organs as she skillfully stimulated them.
He wondered how she felt about him. She sure was a beautiful, desirable, sexy woman.
His phallus was stiff as ever now. She lifted her head, crawled up him, and straddled his hairy thighs with her sleek golden ones. He looked at her lithe, slender body. She was incredibly beautiful. She had a dancer's grace and delicacy. Her small breasts were like teacups on her chest. Her nipples were pert, pretty points. Her torso tapered gently to a tiny waist. Her hips were slender without being boyish. The way she was straddling him opened her crotch to him. The tight blonde kinks of her bush hugged her thrusting mons and full pouting labia. The glistening pink petals of her inner lips protruded like a hungry, reaching mouth that was blindly seeking his phallus.
Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back slightly. She aimed his prick up into her groin. She spitted herself on his tower, slowly squirmed herself down on it. He watched her slender body absorb his tower, and savored the feeling of her hot vaginal walls hugging his penis. Reaching up, he clamped his hands on her breasts, mashing their diminutive softness, feeling her nipples rasp along his palms.
She kept her hands at her crotch as she pumped up and down on his phallus. He mashed and twisted her breasts as she pistoned on his cock with an erotic wet squishing sound. She started to lean forward. His hands still on her boobs, he held her away from him. He felt her breasts crush flat against her ribs.
She shifted her hands to his shoulders, and braced herself. Her hips rose and fed, harder and quicker every moment. Her hair, gently curling golden strands, framed her face and swayed and jerked every time her hips crashed against his. Her pelvis began a forward and backward twisting, grinding motion. Her mouth gaped open with excitement. Her arms began to bend, began lowering her closer and closer to him, trapping his hands between them for a moment until he pried them free. Then he wrapped his arms around her heaving torso, marveling that he could reach completely around her. His cock was ablaze from her violent thrashings, his pubic area was burning with friction.
Karen was emitting short, panting cries as her orgasm drew closer. Sweat greased her slender body. Her nipples dug into his chest. Her breasts, two minimal cushions, were crushed between them. Her flat belly slapped wetly against his as she convulsed frantically.
He was trying to meet her drives with thrusts of his own, trying to keep his moves in opposition to her humping and heaving. Sometimes he succeeded and their groins cracked together deliciously, while others he would lose the rhythm and fumble along for a few desperate strokes.
"Ee-ee-ee!" Her panting grew sharper and quicker and then blended into a long, soft wailing cry.
He heaved his cock up into her tight, spasming pussy and held her tightly while she came. He waited until she was limp and satisfied, then, without letting his cock escape from her, rolled her to her back. As she lay there, totally limp, he humped his cock into her unresisting body. His come boiled, surged higher and higher, then burst from his cock into her soaked hole. Boring his prick into her guts, he unloaded a second blast of semen into her until his muscles had squeezed his chambers dry. Aching and panting, he slumped onto her. His knees hurt from being scraped over the harsh carpeting.
When they finally parted the next morning, it was with a casual wave and a handshake, and he knew, somehow, he Would never see her again.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hello, Ann," Jill slurred, waving coyly with just her fingers.
"'Jill? Good God! What's with you?" Ann gasped.
Jill pushed past the very pretty, very slender dark-haired girl. "Need some booze," she said fuzzily. "Mine ran out."
Ann closed the door quickly and started after Jill. Jill's fogged, whirling eyes were focused on the liquor cabinet. The knob on the glass door seemed to avoid her fingers for a very long time. Finally, she held the cabinet still with one hand and grabbed the knob with the other.
"No you don't!" Ann snapped, slamming the door shut, hard. The glass rattled ominously.
Jill rocked back, astonished. She turned slowly and carefully, rotating her whole body, rather than just her head. Turning just her head made everything spin painfully.
"Ish that any way for a friend to treat a friend?" she slurred.
"You're drunk!" Ann observed. "I am pickled," Jill admitted. "I am stewed, bombed, crocked, under the affluence of incohol, and otherwise in-in-inebriated. An' I want to get drunker, if you don't mind." The room swam around her as she turned toward the liquor cabinet and reached for the knob.
"Well, I do mind," Ann said quickly. Twisting the key in the lock, she pulled it out and put it safely in her pocket. Jill didn't notice. Having managed to catch the wildly whirling knob again, she tugged on it stupidly.
"Huh, stuck," she muttered. "Have to break the glass, I guess." She drew her hand back and made a fist.
"NO!" Ann yelled, frantically grabbing Jill's wrist as it started forward.
"Lemme go," Jill wailed. "Wanna get drunk. Dammit, lemme go."
"No, Jill," Ann said desperately. "Don't do that, you might cut yourself. Oh, God, why is Graham late tonight, of all nights?"
"Graham? Where's Gram?" Jill mused dazedly. "He makes super-duper martoonis." She turned toward the cabinet and raised her fist again. "Don' care if I get cut. No one else cares, why should I?"
Ann saved the glass door and Jill's arteries with another quick grab. "I care," she snapped. "Holy cow, what's gotten into you? I've never seen you like this."
Jill staggered-dazedly across the room, mumbling incoherently to herself. Then she was being steered along, guided into the bathroom, and forced down on her knees in front of the toilet. There was a hand on the back of her neck, holding her face over the bowl. A finger from somewhere went down her throat, and her stomach heaved, brutally emptying itself in one mighty spasming eruption. She was hauled rudely to her feet. She felt sobered and more miserable than ever.
Ann reached past Jill and opened the shower door. After turning the cold water on full force, she propelled Jill under the hard spray with a quick decisive shove.
The cold water slashed into Jill's body right through her clothes, plastering them to her like sheets of ice. Lurching, she tried to escape from the freezing spray. It kept following her as she bounced from one wall to another. When she went toward the shower door, she was pushed back under the cold dousing water.
Crying, screaming, pleading, bellowing, Jill tried to avoid the cold shower. She was sobering as her body struggled to raise its temperature by burning the alcohol flowing through her veins. Finally, too weak to stand, she slid down and huddled in one corner, shivering with cold and exhaustion. Her lips were blue.
"I'll kill you," she muttered. 'I'll cut your heart out, Ann."
"Feeling better?" Ann asked, standing in the shower doorway.
Jill looked up. She had to squint against the icy spray that was still drenching her. "I'm freezing to death, goddammit."
"You're sober, though."
"I don't want to be sober, you shit!" Jill snapped.
"Come on, Baby. Let's get you warmed up and out of those clothes," Ann said, ignoring Jill's vulgarities. After stripping quickly, Ann joined Jill in the shower. She had carefully added hot water to the cold before stepping in. After helping Jill to her feet, Ann stripped her friend's soggy clothes off.
Jill suddenly became aware of the hot water, and her friend's warm body brushing hers, and sagged gratefully against Ann. In a wet tangle of slick skin, the two women clung to each other while water sluiced down over them.
Blindly, Jill sought Ann's lips. They kissed. Their lips opened, their tongues dueled in an uninhibited lesbian tangle. Breasts squashed against breasts, and sleek thighs slid along sleek thighs. Hugging each other tightly, they swayed back and forth under the shower.
"Let's get out of here," Ann suggested hoarsely.
Foggy from the remaining alcohol and the unexpected lust, Jill didn't know exactly what was happening. There was a body-warming flurry of towels, and then, Ann's arm around her, she staggered out of the bathroom and fell onto the bed in a naked heap.
Lying on their sides, the two women pressed together, arms around each other, thighs interlacing. They kissed and rolled and twisted their soft torsos against each other sensuously.
Sobered and spent, Jill was whirled along on a sweeping wave of lust. Having lost the refuge of her alcoholic fog, she fled to the shelter offered by the torrent of passion. It made no difference that the body against hers was that of another woman. There was warmth, passion, and shelter; lust and the promise of release. That was all that mattered.
Jill swept her hands down Ann's flanks, caressing the soft skin, marveling at it. Cupping her fingers around one of Ann's tight buttocks, Jill increased the scratchy pressure of Ann's pussy against her own thigh. At the same time, Jill was grinding her twat against Ann's leg, clenching her thighs around one of Ann's, creating the illusion of a body between her legs.
The illusion worked, and sent Jill's lust soaring. Then Ann was pushing away, breaking the tangle. Jill tried to hold on, but Ann was stronger. Then Ann's lips closed on one of Jill's nipples, and Jill was engulfed in a blaze of pleasure. Fingers were probing her cunt. Jill quickly spread her thighs to encourage Ann's slender fingers to slide deep into her hot nook. Jill slid her hand over Ann's slender hip, through her thick curls of hair, and into her humid crevice of soft, slick, wet folds. Jill probed deep into Ann's slippery hole. When Ann shifted and moved, Jill kept her fingers hooked in Ann's vagina, and followed the shifting of Ann's hips.
Ann's mouth was leaving a wet, stinging, goose bumpy trail down Jill's torso. A hot, pliable, velvety tongue probed into Jill's navel. Jill's gut sucked in convulsively. Then the tongue moved lower in a series of long wiping motions that left a broad band of wetness on Jill's belly. Pubic hair was tugged at, left kinky and stringy with spit.
"Awww!" The cry erupted from Jill's throat as a hot tongue speared between her labia and touched her clit. Lips, following the hot spearing tongue, found the pearly protrusion of her mini-penis, closed around it, and began sucking. Jill's body was drowned in a blazing wave of orgasmic pleasure. Hot, humid hair touched Jill's face, and then there was a pussy against her lips. Prying her tongue through the clinging kinky hair, into the hot slot, she tasted a woman's metallic juices for the first time. The taste sent her lust and her appetite soaring.
Reaching up, Jill hauled Ann's crotch tight against her face. Her nose sunk in hot, hairy folds of flesh, she pried her tongue deep into her friend. She bored her tongue into a puckery, folded opening, and tried to reach the bottom of Ann's vagina. Then, lowering her jaw, Jill located Ann's clitoris, and sucked it into her mouth. She flicked her tongue against the little bundle of nerves, and felt Ann's buttocks contract convulsively.
On her side, her head trapped between Ann's slender thighs, Jill sucked and chewed and probed at Ann's pussy with her mouth and tongue. Jill herself was being eaten, and clamped her thighs around Ann's head, and felt her friend's short black hair tickling the sensitive insides of her thighs. Jill began coming in a long, endless fountain of pleasure. Then Ann was coming too, and Jill was eagerly sucking up the flood of female liquid, doing everything she could to get more and more of Ann's hot fluid.
The head to crotch tangle continued until Jill began to blank out. She was suffocating in hot, wet meat. Her breath was blubbering through Ann's juicy folds. At last she had to draw back and suck in desperately needed air. Jill's orgasm began fading away, leaving her limp and exhausted as Ann retreated.
Rolling wearily to her back, her thighs still spread wide, Jill felt Ann's juices drying on her face, and her own drying in her crotch. She was stone sober. Her mind shied away from what she had done, both the drinking and the aftermath of it.
"Ohh, my," Ann sighed softly. "It hasn't been like that since college."
"You've done it before?" Jill asked hesitantly.
"Not since college. My roommate and I experimented once in a while. I didn't think I was still interested in it at all."
"I had no idea I was a lesbian," Jill murmured.
"You? A lesbian?!" Ann exploded with laughter. "You've got to be kidding!" she gasped after controlling herself. She was sitting up, looking down at Jill, who was still on her back. "Do you think that makes you a lesbian?"
"Well, doesn't it?" Jill asked warily, not wanting to be laughed at again.
"Good Lord, no. Check the Kinsey statistics some time. Thirty percent of ah women have at least one homosexual experience in their lifetimes. But most of them stay basically hetero. Take me, for example. I'll take cock anytime. But variety is the spice of life."
"Variety," Jill repeated softly, then shook her head. Variety was something she had already had plenty of.
"Now, mind telling me what's gotten into you?" Ann asked. "Getting drunk as a skunk is not your style. How come?"
Jill shrugged. "It just sort of happened," she answered. "I started drinking, and it went on, and on, and on. It sort of-helped."
"Yeah, well, it'll help you right into a lot of troubles if you keep it up," Ann replied drily. "Like the hospital, or jail, or the grave. What's the trouble?"
Jill stammered through an awkward description of the loneliness that had been nagging her.
"You've got Graham," she concluded wistfully. "I've got nobody. Nobody cares, or anything. I'll leave you now so I don't blight the landscape for you."
"Is this a private gathering, or may I join in?" Graham asked from the doorway.
Jill generally would have felt shocked at being seen naked by him, but she was too drained to care. Her only concession to modesty was to bring her legs together to conceal her pussy. She looked at Graham calmly. Small and slender, he was intriguingly handsome, and had a devilish smile.
"Get your clothes off and pull up a piece of mattress," Ann told him. "We're psychoanalyzing Jill."
"I'll go home," Jill offered. "You two have better things to do than hold my hand." She started to get up.
"You'll stay right here," Ann said, dragging her back down to the mattress. "In the first place, your clothes are still soaked, and in the second, we're your best friends. Who's better equipped to make you feel loved and needed?"
Graham was quickly shedding his clothes. "Sounds as if I missed something. Anyone care to fill me in?"
Ann gave him a quick rundown on what had happened, and Jill's problems. "She needs to feel loved and wanted," she concluded.
"Well, that can be arranged," Graham answered, smiling. He eased himself down on the bed. He was on one side of Jill, and Ann was on the other. Jill looked from husband to wife, and back again. Graham and Ann were both watching her carefully. Ann's expression was hard to interpret. There was sympathy, and concern, and something else-lust, but not lust for Jill.
Graham's expression was much easier to read, and could be read in his cock as easily as in his face. He slid his hand up Jill's body, and curled his fingers around one of her soft, round breasts. Where Ann was skinny, almost flat, Jill was full and rounded.
"Please," Jill whispered, feeling her guts knot with excitement. She looked to Ann for help.
"It's okay," Ann said softly.
Jill wasn't so sure. Then rising lust overcame her fears and worries. Ann's acquiescence in the blatant seduction was astounding. Jill tipped her chin up as Graham's lips nibbled on her tender white throat. His thumb was scraping over her nipple, making it stand up sharply, sending waves of fire through her lush body, triggering a fresh, hot flood of lubrication from her pussy.
There was a hand on Jill's thigh, a light, slender, delicate hand. It began stroking the soft, sensitive skin high on the inside. Glancing over at Ann, Jill saw the excitement in Ann's dark eyes as she watched her husband kiss and fondle another woman. Ann's fingers slid higher, pressed into Jill's crotch.
Graham's lips wandered down to Jill's chest, explored the soft upper slope of her breast, then found the peak. He suckled and nursed on Jill's tit. Jill's head roiled slowly from side to side on the bed. The hand at Jill's crotch was probing very carefully into her dripping nook. She instinctively spread her thighs wider.
Suddenly there were sucking, hungry, nibbling lips on both her breasts. Jill's whole body convulsed from the dual stimulation. Without meaning to, she curled her arms around both Graham's and Ann's heads, her fingers combing through Graham's soft brown wavy hair, and Ann's stiffer, straight black tresses. Jill's hips began to toss restlessly on the bed. Ann's hand rode the bucking skillfully, probing deeper, finding, then setting Jill's clit ablaze. Then a second hand was prying into her pussy, probing her vagina.
Ann and Graham were both stimulating her to a fiery peak of sexual need. Their lips nibbling on her breasts made her chest ache with pleasure, her nipples feel as if they were going to burst. Ann's fingers were massaging Jill's clit into a searing knot of ecstasy. Graham was expertly finger-fucking her vagina.
Jill was whimpering softly from the searing, gut-wrenching passion that was ripping through her. Her head rolling, her hips thrusting and turning, Jill hugged the couple to her with desperate ferocity. When Graham tore his lips away from her breast, she gaped like a fish, blindly seeking his mouth with hers. His lips touched hers, his tongue plunged into her mouth. He was still pistoning his finger in her fountaining hole. Then Ann's mouth was competing with his, and Jill twisted free of his sucking kiss to take Ann's. From one to the other, her face becoming smeared with three people's saliva, Jill tasted first one and then the other, first the husband, then the wife. Her hands were exploring a hard, wiry masculine body, and a soft, delicate feminine one. Twisting and reaching, Jill managed to curl the fingers of one hand around Graham's rockhard cock. She slid the fingers of her other hand along Ann's slick, wet pussy.
The lust that was raging through Jill was fantastic, but she wasn't going to peak just from hands in her crotch. Her vagina was clutching hungrily at Graham's single, wiggling, prying finger. She needed something bulkier, heavier, and longer in her twat than his finger. Her hips bucked and heaved in search of satisfaction.
The two pairs of lips competing for hers broke away almost simultaneously. Jill opened her eyes, dazed, her lust decreasing slightly as she looked from Graham to Ann and back again. The hot excitement on both of their faces was incredibly stimulating, even though they were looking at each other, not at her. Fear cut through Jill. They were going to take each other, and leave her empty and starving and horny!
"Give it to her," Ann urged softly. The words drowned Jill in a wave of relief. "Give it to her!" That could mean only one thing.
Graham didn't need any urging. Drawing his slippery finger from Jill's cunt, he eased his hard body over hers, settled between her thighs, trapping his wife's hand in Jill's crotch. He lifted up on his arms and knees to give Ann room.
It was Ann that aimed his cock into Jill's pussy, set the purple knob of his phallus in Jill's vaginal opening. Jill felt it, saw how Ann was watching the coupling of her husband's organ with her best friend's.
Graham eased his cock into Jill's hole, and Jill's ecstasy soared upward from the penetration. As she felt her vagina being filled she wondered how she could have ever thought lesbianism could compare with this marvelous fullness. God! The feeling of hot, live, brutally big meat ramming into her starving vagina could never be matched by any woman. Jill clutched at Graham's tight, hard ass and urged him deep into her body. She threw her legs wide to gain the deepest penetration possible.
Ann had extracted her hand from the nutcracker of groin against groin, but not withdrawn from the field of battle. She was shifting around to get the best possible view of her husband's cock entering, penetrating Jill's willing body. Jill knew Ann was watching the carnal coupling, and found the knowledge increased her excitement. She had never before had an audience, never been with anyone but her partner at such a time. It sent her lust soaring upward. Whining with pleasure, she let her body buck and writhe against Graham's quick, sharp drives. She felt the head of his cock batter the end of her vagina, felt her clitoris being pulverized between their bodies. Wrapping her legs around Graham, she spurred him into her with her heels. She felt him spread his legs and dig his knees into the bed as he pounded into her. Something touched her ass, sending a tickling jolt of pleasure through her. For a moment she couldn't figure what it was, then realized it had to be Ann. Apparently she was fondling her husband's balls as he fucked his cock into Jill. Ann had reached between Graham's thighs, and was dandling his sperm-loaded testicles. Her fingers brushed Jill's streaming cunt and juice-coated peri-anal region with every inward drive of Graham's cock.
"Coming," Jill whined ceiling-ward. "Oh, God! I'm coming!" Her vagina spasmed around the hot bulk of Graham's cock as the flush of orgasm started up her body. Her muscles were convulsing with pleasure.
Graham slammed his cock into her quicker and harder, and the crashing impacts lifted Jill to still greater heights. Then he pushed against her until she felt her shoulders sliding along the bed, and felt his cock spasming and spurting in her sucking, drenched vagina. She felt Ann's fingers massaging Graham's balls as if she were milking the sperm from them. Wrapped around Graham like a vine, Jill savored the orgasmic waves.
Necessarily, unavoidably, the pumping ecstasy faded. But Jill clung desperately to the man on, and still in, her. Then, somehow, she managed to include Ann in the embrace, and the three of them became a sweating, slippery tangle of naked, loving bodies.
The embrace was finally broken by Ann. Freeing herself from Jill, she pushed away, and heaved her husband off of her friend. Jill roused, disappointed. She felt abandoned. She also wanted to see what was happening.
Ann had rolled Graham onto his back was fondling his limp, soggy penis, flopping it around this way and that. There was a hot hunger deep in her eyes as she struggled to get his drained member to stiffen up.
Jill felt a small twinge of pleasure that she had gotten her fill of that organ, that it wasn't she who had to bring it back to life. But she also felt sorry that she was going to be left alone, especially after such a wild, shuddering orgasm. She watched, hoping for an opportunity to participate again.
Ann's attention was completely focused on her husband's withered prick. She pinched it. She slid the foreskin back to expose the pinkish glans. She stroked and tickled the tip with delicate fingertips, pried open the slit at the end. Nothing seemed to get a renewed flow of blood into Graham's organ. It remained absolutely unresponsive.
Not about to be put off by his lack of an erection, Ann shifted around on the bed until her head was directly over his penis. Lifting it, she used her tongue to pry back the foreskin. She bathed the pink cap of his penis with her tongue, and left it glistening with spit. It began to show signs of life, began swelling slightly. Encouraged, she pumped her fingers up and down it, as she licked its tip as if it were an ice cream cone.
Jill felt her lust rising as she watched. Prying her fingers into her come drenched pussy, she caressed her self as she studied the way Ann brought her husband back to full erection.
Ann was taking his cock into her mouth now. Making a circle with her lips, she pushed her head downward. Graham's semi-soft penis vanished into her mouth. Holding it by the base, Ann pumped her head up and down. Then, backing away slightly, she lapped it again, on the underside.
Jill found it was incredibly stimulating to watch Ann's oral attentions to a cock. The sight of Graham's penis burgeoning upward, swelling with blood, stiffening, reaching for the heights, made Jill's cunt drool with hunger. She crammed three fingers into her seething snatch, and continued to watch Ann suck cock.
Ann worked with gusto, eagerly pushing her face down on Graham's thrusting, bulging phallus. Her lips forced the foreskin back each time she pushed down on him. Her throat worked as she swallowed the waves of saliva his prick triggered. Her cheeks caved in as she pulled with vacuum force on his phallus. Her hands rolled his balls back and forth, encouraging hot waves of sperm to flow into his groin.
Graham was taking a more active part in the reflation now. He was gripping Ann's head, working and guiding her as she sucked his prick. He was looking down. His face was flushed with excitement as he watched her ingest his cock.
Ann wrestled free of his grip, and spat his gleaming organ out. "No, not that way," she panted. "I need it in my cunt, not down my throat."
Moving shakily, she straddled his legs, located herself over his phallus. Tipping it to vertical, she set the head in her twat, and rammed down on it hard. Jill's pussy fountained around her fingers at the sight of Graham's swollen, rigid prick going deep into Ann's small body. She looked too diminutive to be able to take such a monster tower in. When it was halfway in, it seemed to stick. Lifting up, Ann let it ease almost all the way out of her cunt, and then lowered herself on it again with a hard jolt that crammed it almost ah the way up into her crotch. A squirm of her hips settled her firmly on him. Her thick black bush was crushed into his fine brown one.
Jill slid over until her head was on Graham's flat, hard stomach, inches from the joining of Ann's body with Graham's. She was fascinated by the way the two of them were doweled together by his towering penis. Ann's hairy labia were w-edged open by his bulk. A glittering pink sliver of her inner membranes showed, and the dunce cap hood that protected her clit. The pearl of her clitoris was swollen and protruding, begging for attention.
Unable to resist, Jul moved her fingers to Ann's snatch, and titillated the protruding tip of the girl's clitoris. Ann's flat belly convulsed visibly at the new stimulation. Leaning forward over Jill, she braced herself on Graham's shoulders, and lifted and dropped. Jill was perfectly placed to see Ann's inner tissues tug outward as the cock emerged from her vagina, then push back in when she dropped again. The skin of Graham's penis was tugged upward, then downward. The veins under the shining wet skin pulsed.
In spite of Ann's movements, Jill managed to maintain her touch on Ann's clit. Pinching and rolling the erect mini-penis with the fingers of one hand, Jill massaged her own with her other hand. Her vagina was clenching and unclenching, searching for the bulk that Ann's had.
Graham's stomach muscles were tensing, then relaxing under Jill's cheek. His hips were heaving and lurching in time with Ann's dropping and rising. His body met his wife's with a wet slapping sound. Jill's nose was deluged with the thick smell of sex.
The rhythm of Ann's bouncing became too violent for Jill, forcing her to relinquish her touch on Ann's pearly clit. Then Ann was bending farther and farther forward, squeezing Jill's head out from between her and Graham. Driven out of the lust tangle, Jill abandoned her study of the cock pistoning in and out of Ann's streaming vagina. She shifted around to Graham's thighs. From there she could see his balls, and the lower side of his cock. It was shiny with Ann's fluids. Jill could see how it rammed deep into Ann's oozing, inflamed pussy. She could see, too, the tight puckered bud of Ann's anus between her flexing, quivering buttocks.
Ann began to come, her hips rolling and squirming wildly as she went over the peak. Then she froze, and her asshole seemed to wink at Jill as the muscles in her pelvis flexed and convulsed.
Graham's testicles sucked up tight against the base of his prick. The part of that tower Jill could see was spasming visibly. She could almost feel the hot shots of semen that were being pumped deep into Ann's tight hole. Struggling desperately, Jill tried to bring herself off. Fractions of a degree shy of that needed release, she knew she wasn't going to make it. Whimpering with frustration, she felt the tide of excitement fade.
Jill eased off the bed. Come streaming down her thighs, she crept into the bathroom and gathered up her soaked clothes, and, wearing Ann's bathrobe, headed for her own empty, lonely apartment.
She considered calling a liquor store for a delivery, then realized it was too late.
CHAPTER FOUR
Paul was feeling unusually raunchy for a Monday. Especially considering the orgy Saturday had been. It had started first thing that morning, on the elevator. As usual, it had been packed. Paid had been stuck at the back. More and more people shoved in for the long ride to the forty-first floor.
Then Brenda's soft, warm, round ass had pressed against him. Brenda, it was generally conceded, had the finest ass of any of the secretaries. In fact, Brenda was the best looker in the office. She always wore tight sexy blouse-slack combinations, or outrageously mini miniskirts. Today she had on blouse and slacks. All that mattered in the elevator was her ass. It pushed against him, a warm, soft, inviting nest for his cock. His cock had gotten the idea, and stiffened and swelled. Driving out against his pants, it had shoved impatiently against Brenda's taut bottom.
She hadn't pulled away at all, which had further increased his horniness. She couldn't have been unaware of his erection. He had thought for a moment that she was. But then she had squirmed her bottom against him, until his thrusting prick was nestled in the valley between her buttocks. It had even felt as if she had tried to squeeze his prick with her ass.
All of which was making it harder than hell to concentrate. As he wrestled to get his mind on his work, someone sashayed past, brushing against him, distracting him. He looked up in time to see Brenda open the door to the file room and go in. She hadn't looked in his direction as she closed the door.
For about ten seconds, he wrestled with himself. He had no idea whether she had bumped his arm deliberately on her way past or not. And one of his unbreakable rules was that he did no romancing of girls from the office.
His horniness drove him to get up from his desk. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed anything. The Margin Accounts Department where he worked was, as usual, like a morgue. Ebeneezer Scrooge would have been ecstatic over the concentrated devotion displayed by the other workers.
Paul walked briskly, and casually, he hoped, toward the men's room. Only he turned in one door early. His hand was sweaty and slippery on the knob of the file room door. .
The latch clicked quietly shut behind him. Brenda didn't seem to have heard it. Her back toward him, she was searching through a file drawer. Moving up behind her as silently as possible, he cupped a palm to one of her rounded ass cheeks and began stroking it slowly and sexily. Her butt was hot, and firm, and soft, and exciting. He ran his finger along the crack, down between her rounded thighs. She made no move to discourage him. In fact, her legs eased apart, making it possible for him to get his hand completely between her thighs, and into her humid crotch. The material of her pants was pulled tight against her hot nook. He could feel the hollow behind her pubic arch where her pussy was deepest and hottest, and the most interesting.
"Mmmmnn, looking for something?" she asked softly.
"Uh huh," he acknowledged.
"Well, I think maybe you've found the right slot," she sighed passionately. "But I'm not sure you're using the right tool." Blindly, she reached back and found the bristling tower of his phallus. Her fingers traced maddeningly along its rigid length, and he felt a hot trickle stain his pants from her delicate touch.
He pressed his fingers up into her sweating nook. He felt her shift and rock her pelvis as he probed the deep softness of her crotch. Easing his fingers forward a little, he pressed in just behind the arch of her pubic bone. She was leaning forward now, leaning on the open file drawer, but paying no attention to the ranks of folders. Her soft, pretty features were blank with lust.
Curious about her limits, Paul probed hard with his thumb, right between her ass cheeks. There was no show of rebellion. Rather, she pushed her ass out farther, encouraging him. He crammed her pants hard into the crack of her tail.
Her fingers found his fly and eased the zipper down over the jutting ridge of his prick. Then she was fondling his erection through his sticky, damp underpants. Her fingers squeezed his penis, testing its hardness, measuring its size.
"Let's go to the 'dead, file' room," he suggested softly, "where we're less likely to be disturbed."
"Uh huh," she agreed breathily, sliding the drawer closed, releasing his phallus.
He followed her, his eyes on the lush swell of her ass. Her dark blue pants were molded to the rounded mounds of her buttocks like they were painted on. He could see the seams of a pair of bikini panties ridging the tight stretch fabric. The roll of her ass spoke volumes. But it wasn't vulgar-just pleasingly sexy.
"Anyone see you come in here?" she asked, closing the door behind them and locking it.
"I don't know."
"We'd better not take too long. This file room isn't as 'dead' as all that, so we better be careful. Just bare the important parts so we can cover up quick if we have to."
Paul glanced around the small room. "Sounds as if you're experienced at this," he observed. The room was really a large deep closet. Shelves on either side held cardboard boxes of old files. The area between them was barely wide enough for one person. There was less than four feet between the door and the far wall.
"I like a quickie now and then," Brenda admitted. "Now hurry, huh?"
Paul smiled at her, and slid his hand down into her crotch, from the front this time, and cupped his palm and fingers to her hot mound. Her well-endowed chest rose and fell as he pressed his fingers against her steaming pussy. There was a hot glow in her eyes. They slitted with lust. Her soft, sensuous lips rounded as if she wanted to have a cock driven into her mouth.
Then she was unbuckling his belt, unhooking his pants. Letting them drop down his legs, she hauled his underpants down and freed his towering erection. Lowering her eyes to look at it, she curled her warm, soft fingers around his big, erect organ and massaged it, bringing a hot, stringing drop welling out of the tip. She smeared it around provocatively.
Paul unbuttoned the waistband of her pants and ran the zipper of her fly down over her plump, delectable tummy, down toward her pussy. Her pants opened and exposed a vee of soft flesh, and then the strained lace of her panties. He eased the slacks down over the lush fullness of her tail, and part way down her tan, well-formed thighs.
Her snatch was like a shadow under the white lace. He slid his hands down into her panties in back, over her butt, and began to ease them down as he fondled her ass. Her skin was hot and satin smooth under his fingers. More and more of her tummy was exposed, and then the twisting curls of her dark brown bush sprang free.
Still stroking his cock with one hand, she eased the fingers of her other hand under it to cup his balls in a five jock strap. He could feel the sperm spurt out of his testicles from her warm, thrilling touch. Her fingers were sticky with his lubricant as she fondled his organs lovingly.
After shoving her panties down around her thighs, he pried his fingers into the sweaty crack of her ass. After probing her there thoroughly, he approached her from the front, pressing his fingers down through her hot bush, slipping one digit into her nook. She was hot and slippery and wet and ready. He plunged his finger deep into her vagina. She rocked her pelvis forward in invitation. He pulled his finger out, and then pressed the length of it up along her crack, her hot flesh accepting it like a warm bun takes a frankfurter. He felt the bud of her clit squirm aside, and tormented it skillfully.
"Hurry," she grunted, tugging at his penis, dragging him toward her. She turned her back to him and leaned over a stack of cartons. She pulled the tail of her blouse up over her back. Her bare ass toward him, she peered back over her shoulder. "Hurry up, will you?"
Paul held back, admiring the two round buns of her tail. They were gleaming softly in the light from the overhead fluorescent fixture. The tan pattern revealed what Brenda's usual sunbathing attire was. Her thighs were darkly tanned up to the bottom of her ass cheeks. Then outside a V that angled up from the bottom was a lighter tanned area. In the center, a wedge-shaped pale patch marked the outline of a miniscule bikini. Dividing the white triangle was her deep, dark, exciting crack.
Leaning forward, he could see the dark hair-speckled labia of her pussy under her ass, between her thighs. The crack between them seemed to be calling for his prick.
"Hurry," she urged desperately.
Stepping up behind her, he guided his phallus between her legs and nestled its head in her opening. Looking down at his rigid prick, he watched as he pressed it slowly home in her hot, slick vagina.
"Yeah," she sighed. "Oh, God. Yeah."
Surrounded by musty old files, the smell of aging paper and cardboard, Paul drove his prick into Brenda's slick, velvety hole. His hips rammed up against her soft bottom. He leaned forward over her. The entire length of his phallus was wrapped in hot, wet woman flesh. Sliding his hands around her ribs, he cupped her soft, warm, satin-covered breasts. She was not wearing a bra. Gently, he cradled her generous boobs with his hands.
He began to pump his cock in her dripping hole. He felt her tunnel caress his meat. His glans was burning like fire.
"Aaah, yeah," she sighed, as she took his brutal length in her hungry hole. "Aaah, soo good! Soo big! Aaahhh."
Releasing one of her breasts, Paul eased his hand down into her dripping pussy from the front. His exploring finger entered her wet crack and found where his cock entered her vagina. Experimentally, he tried to get his finger in next to the heavy shaft of his cock. There wasn't room. He retreated, and located her clitoris. It was a big one-a long, slender miniature prick jutting out demandingly. He took it between thumb and forefinger, pleased that Brenda's nerve bud was so long and hungry. He pinched and rolled it with his fingers, and heard her wail as he felt her vagina fountain around his cock.
Clutching her breast hard with one hand, tormenting her clit with his other, he rammed his cock into her searing tunnel. His hips hammered against hers. She was gasping, her breath huffing out of her each time his hips crashed against her tail. Her long, dark brown hair swayed and jerked as her body convulsed with lust.
His pistoning cock churned her come to a paste as he rammed it in and out of her. His semen began to seethe and boil in his guts as he drew closer and closer to his blistering coming. He mangled her clit, and clawed her soft, swaying breast as he raped his organ into her spasming cunt.
His orgasm tore through him, a blasting, jerking, heaving series of convulsions that hurled thick wads of pearly liquid deep into her body. His cock spasmed, jetting fluid from its tip and sending a message of pure pleasure to Paul's brain. Hauling at Brenda, thrusting at her, he fought to spit her on his cock, fought to ram his penis ah the way up through her and out her mouth.
Then, weakly, Paul backed away, and extracted his hands. The fingers that had been massaging her cunt were dripping. His shriveling phallus emerged from her, soaked and softening. He leaned wearily against a stack of file boxes while he caught his breath.
He was startled when she turned and sank to the floor in front of him. Leaning forward, she used her sweet, sensuous, passionate mouth to clean his flaccid cock of their combined secretions.
He helped her to her feet. She pulled her pants and underpants up. "I'll bet I leak like a waterfall."
"Sorry about that," Paul apologized as he fastened his own pants.
"The wages of sin," she noted philosophically.
Paul had the feeling that he owed her something. "You doing anything tonight?" he asked.
She looked at him. Her dark eyes were exciting, and unreadable. "You mean, like a date or something?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry, I have to get home. My mother."
"Oh." He tried to conceal his disappointment. "But, if I should be required to, ah, work late," Brenda went on, "something might-ah-come up."
"I don't see...."
"For example, maybe we could confer on deep matters, in the conference room, after quitting time."
Brenda suggested. "There are some important matters on the table there-or there will be, around about 5:30."
Paul caught on, and manfully, his cock tried to respond. It didn't make it. He unlocked the door and led the way into the main file room. "I think you're right," he agreed. "I'll come by your desk about 5:15 and we can start on the agenda."
Paul made his way back to his desk. No one seemed to have noticed his lengthy absence. Whistling quietly to himself, he continued working his way down the stack of transactions that had to be recorded. His crotch felt hot, wet, and sticky, a reminder of what had just happened. Ten minutes later, Brenda came out of the file room. She strolled past him without even a glance or twitch to acknowledge what had just gone on between them.
The day seemed to drag on forever. By lunch time, all he had to do was think of her sweet, soft, round ass and he was hard again. All during the afternoon, he tried valiantly to keep his mind off what was coming so he wouldn't be too sore to enjoy it. Five o'clock came, and with it, the usual stampede for the door. There were a few lingerers who drove Paul nuts. Finally, they trickled out.
Locking his desk, he headed for executive country where Brenda worked for two of the lower vice-presidents. The office was as silent as a tomb, except for the steady clickety of what he hoped was her typewriter and no one else's.
Her back was to him. He admired the way her bottom perched on the secretarial chair. Silently, he moved up behind her. But his touch didn't make her flinch. Evidently she had heard him coming. He eased his hands down over her soft, warm breasts and massaged them tenderly through her slippery blouse. He felt her nipples responding, hardening under his touch.
She stopped typing, but left her fingers on the keys. She leaned back slightly as he massaged her boobs. They molded to his fingers and palms-all except the impatient, stiff nipples that were set into her yielding flesh like hard pebbles.
"Bosses gone?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Uh huh," she assured him. Her voice seemed to hum into his palms.
He unbuttoned her top slowly, drawing it back to expose the globes of her breasts. He was looking down on them from above. He sucked in his breath in amazement. They were fantastic. Creamy, round mounds, each with the triangular imprint of the cups of her bathing suit. Her nipples were tantalizing close to the edges of the pale area. Her brown areolae, each an inch in diameter were perfect circles. Each had a protuberant, pucker-tipped nipple in the exact center.
Paul circled his palms against her jutting tits, just barely touching them. He could see them tug from the gentle friction. They grew stiff and hard from the stimulation.
Brenda rested her head back against his belly, and purred. The back of her neck was pressing against the heavy rod of his hard-on.
Paul eased his hands lower, curled his fingers under her breasts and weighed them. Leaning forward, he caught sight of her pretty, slightly pudgy features, her plump cheeks, the circle of her sensuous mouth. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of lust from his touch. He could see her tongue flicking along the tips of her white teeth in an unconsciously sexy maneuver.
The sudden harsh rattle of her typewriter jolted them both. Brenda giggled nervously, and turned it off. "Sorry," she apologized.
"You said something about a conference, I believe?" Paul asked, his hands still fondling her boobs lovingly.
"I've always wanted to make it on the great big table they have in there," Brenda answered. "Right in front of those huge windows that look out over the city. What do you think?"
Paul's cock stiffened at the thought. "Sounds interesting."
"Come on," she whispered tensely, getting to her feet. She held his sweating hand in her warm, dry one as they walked past the empty cubicles and offices, past the ranked desks and neatly stacked papers. Her naked breasts shifted delightfully as she walked. She seemed totally unconcerned with her open top.
"Here we are." She opened the big wooden door and flicked a switch. A single spotlight went on. Three of the walls, including the lighted one, were floor-to-ceiling bookcases. The fourth wall was solid windows from end to end, from the ceiling almost to the floor. It looked out over a breathtaking panorama of tall buildings and twinkling lights. The window faced east. The setting sun was behind the building, making the room comparatively dark.
"Why don't you sit here," Brenda suggested, running her hand along the back of the chair at the head of the long conference table. "While I present my-uh-proposition?"
Paul eased himself tensely down into the chair. He watched intently as she moved gracefully and easily around the table to the lighted end of the room. Facing him, she studied the situation, then shook her head.
Going to the door, she flicked the light switches on and off until she had the effect she wanted. She had turned out ah the lights except one at the far end of the table. It cast a bright pool of light on the highly polished wood.
Pulling out the chair at that end, Brenda stepped out of her shoes and up onto the chair. Then she stepped onto the table itself, and stood in the pool of light. Facing him, she posed like a model, one foot forward, one knee slightly bent. With her eyes focused on him, she stripped her creamy yellow satin top back off her shoulders and tossed it casually onto the chair.
Paul was gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were white. He was trying to keep himself from leaping up on the table and attacking her. His eyes swept over her, noting the lushness of her breasts, the way her torso tapered in to her waist, the flare of her hips, which were still hugged by the double-knit slacks she wore. Her breasts gleamed in the light. Her nipples thrust out at him saucily. They had a slight upward tilt because of the gentle sag of her breasts.
Without taking her eyes off him, she unbuttoned the waist of her slacks. She ran the zipper down slowly. It was the same zipper he had made use of that morning. The slacks opened to reveal her straining panties, the soft roundness of her belly.
Sensuously sliding her palms down her sleek, graceful thighs, she eased the pants down her legs. Bending over, her breasts swaying heavily, she worked her feet out of her slacks and tossed them onto a chair.
Straightening up, she faced him again in the same tantalizing pose, one thigh partially hiding her panty-covered pussy. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling with excitement. Her perfect teeth flashed and her tongue again ran along their tips.
With her left hand on her hips, she teased her right down into the front of her panties, lower, and lower, and lower. Paul felt as if his insides were melting into a hot puddle. He watched the bulge of her fingers ease into her crotch. They were hidden behind that damn tantalizing thigh. Her face was flushed with lust, her gut was sucking in. He could almost feel her hot, slippery cunt with his own fingertips as he watched her.
She played with herself under her panties for only a moment. Then she slipped her hands out, and slowly skinned her panties down. She did it the same easy way she had her pants, stroking her sleek legs as she pushed her undergarment all the way down to her ankles. When she bent over, her breasts swayed heavily. She stepped out of the flimsy lace, let it dangle from the end of one finger for a moment, then let it drop.
She kept her thighs scissored shut and cut off his view of her crotch. He could see the edge of her twisting brown bush. It was still stringy from their interlude that morning. Then, hands on her hips, she walked slowly, deliberately down the table toward him. Every step gave him a brief glimpse of her emit.
He had to tip his head back as she got closer and closer and closer to him. Then she was towering over him, looking down at him past the rounded thrust of her breasts. Her hands were still on her hips. Then, at last, she spread her feet shoulder width apart, and gave him a straight up, incredible view of her crotch.
Her hairy snatch was about a foot from his face. He could see her bulging pale-skinned labia. He could see the dark crack between them. In the heart of her crotch, he could see the soft pink gleaming inner folds.
Slipping her hands down her belly, she parted her pussy lips and exposed the heart of her sex. There was the hood, her long clit, the small opening of her urethra, and the large orifice of her vagina, ah laid out neatly in a line. Placing a fingertip on her clit, she teased it back and forth, in full view.
"Like something to eat?" she asked softly.
"Yeah," he agreed, his mouth watering.
With casual grace, she sat down with her feet hanging off the table. When she eased her ass forward, her skin squeaked on the dark, highly polished wood. She spread her thighs as she worked her ass to the edge of the table.
Paul's meal was right in front of him. Carefully, tenderly, he reached out and parted her thick curls, combed them aside. Then, gently, he spread her labia, and exposed her fiery core. Her silent wafted up to him, heavy and tantalizing.
Leaning forward, he placed his mouth on her pussy. He felt her watching everything he did. Spearing out his tongue, he raped it up her slit, used it to spread the inner folds, from her vagina clear to her clit. His hands were on her lower belly. His thumbs were holding her labia open. He felt her guts spasm convulsively from the rasping caress of his tongue. He bored it into her streaming tunnel. Grinding his nose into her wet folds, he tried to touch bottom with his tongue. With her clit squirming around under his nose, he wiggled his tongue hard in the nerve leaded entrance of her vagina. His ef forts were rewarded by a whimpering, and a flood of liquid that bathed his face. He snorted into her juicy folds and fought to bore his tongue deeper into her. Her hips heaved and rocked. He squirmed his face in her crotch, knowing it would drive her insane.
She whined again. The muscles of her thighs were jumping wildly.
Drawing his tongue out of her streaming depths, he nibbled higher until he came to her clitoris. He sucked it into his mouth, drawing on it, tugging it away from her as hard as he could. Then, with the inch-long tumescent bit of flesh between his lips, he battered it wildly with his tongue.
Brenda collapsed on her back on the hard table, helplessly convulsed by the blazing stimulation. Her hips bounced in Paul's face as he brought her to a screaming peak with his lips and tongue. Her hands clamped down on the back of his head, jammed his face into her hairy, fountaining pussy.
Tearing his face away from her crotch, Paul lurched to his feet. Ripping off his shirt, he tore his belt and pants open and freed his steel-hard cock. The table was the perfect height. Standing over Brenda, his pants tangled around his ankles, he set the bulging knob of his phallus in her cunt and w-edged it in far enough to keep it from slipping out. Then he leaned over her, and grabbed her wrists. He pulled her arms straight and tight, and held them there in a straining victory reach.
Then, in full view of anyone who might be looking in the forty-first-story window, he bored his cock straight up into her tight, dripping, clinging cunt. He felt his tower being swallowed by her hot flesh. He jammed his prick home in her belly until the full length was in her vagina and his hips were jammed tight against her wide stretched crotch.
"Aww, Jesus!" she groaned, rolling her head on the hard table.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Feels like I've got a giant in me," she answered hoarsely. "Jesus!"
"I won't be able to hold off for long," he grunted. "You got me too fucking hot."
"Just take me," she answered. "You brought me off with your mouth already. It's your turn now."
He appreciated her offer, and took her up on it. Drawing his cock out, he rammed it back into her again, hard. His prick was blazing with the searing friction. The semen that was pooled and ready was tossing and frothing. Holding her crucified on the board room table, he pounded his prick into her guts until his carnal convulsions overwhelmed him and his come unloaded in thick, gooey wads.
He felt her vagina spasming and convulsing around his jetting penis as she came for the third time that day. Excess come oozed down over his balls, and pooled thickly on the table. His spurtings faded slowly. He slumped onto her, drained and exhausted.
A few minutes later, his cock completely withered, he pulled away from her and sank back in the chair. She didn't move. She just lay there with her thighs spread wide, his come oozing slowly out of her inflamed and swollen pussy. He felt her juices drying to a crust on his face.
Finally she sat up. "You're okay, for a junior-junior executive," she announced. He lifted an eyebrow at her. "You're a sexual snob?"
She smiled. "If I were, would I be here with you?"
"What's all this to you?" he asked, curious. "A good fuck. And satisfaction for my curiosity."
"Curiosity about what?"
"About what you had between your legs. I've had my eye on you. The new fashions are nice and tight and revealing."
"Hmmmm." Paul wasn't sure he liked the idea of being watched like that. But what the hell, wasn't that exactly the way he looked at women?
"So, when I felt that thing of yours trying to get at me in the elevator this morning, I decided today was the day," she went on.
"You expected me to follow when you went into the file room?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"You set me up for it," he said, for some reason not at all happy with the idea.
"Of course I did. And don't look like you've been shat upon. I didn't just come out and ask you to fuck the way some girls do these days." Swinging her legs to one side, she got down from the table and walked to the window. She stood looking out at the dark city, totally visible to anyone in a nearby building.
Paul kicked free of his pants and walked over behind her. Putting his arms around her, he cupped a breast with one hand, and wormed his other into her soggy crotch. She leaned back against him, and squirmed her soft, warm ass against his semi-hard cock.
The soft warmth of her body, the full exciting roundness of her breasts and the hot wetness in her cunt were building his lust quickly. His prick pushed impatiently up between her ass cheeks.
"Hungry little devil," she commented, wiggling her bottom.
"And why not?" he retorted. "Besides, if I can't make vice-president, I can at least make a vice-president's secretary."
They sank to the floor in front of the window. With the city looking on, he drove his cock up into her soft, willing body. Clutching her soft ass with both hands, he rammed his prick into her again and again and again. She urged him on by clawing at his back and heaving her hips up in response to his thrusts. As she came again, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. The pain seemed appropriate. He raped his penis into her, harder and harder, loving the jarring impact of his body against hers. He could feel the head of his cock slam into the end of her vagina with every brutal thrust. Her orgasm went, and she relaxed under him, totally limp.
Uncaring, he continued to slam his cock home in her guts with powerful drives of his hips. She took the drives with no reaction at all. It was as if she were dead or too battered and beaten to react.
He felt his orgasm drawing near and lifted her ass clear off the floor so he could get the deepest penetration possible. When his coming erupted, he rammed at her, driving her along the carpet, as his cock heaved and jetted in her already surfeited cunt.
When he was done, he dropped her and pulled out, abruptly, giving no thought to her. His cock spattered a trail of thick goo across the carpet as he went to get his clothes. With his back to her, he dressed. He walked out, leaving her sprawled naked on the floor of the conference room.
After a quick trip to the men's room, he waited impatiently for the elevator.
"Good evening, Mr. Grant," she greeted him, as if it were the end of any working day.
They rode down in silence. If his unfeeling treatment of her during their last coupling had bothered her, it didn't show. Down on the street, he pushed uncaringly through the homeward-bound crowds.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jill let her hand slip down off the arm of the theater seat and touched the thigh of the man next to her. Up on the screen, the heroine was taking the entire incredible length of a man's cock down her throat. It was the first blue movie Jill had ever gone to. She was amazed at what she was seeing, and the effect it was having on her. She was as wet as if she had participated in the endless couplings on the screen.
Her plan had been to cruise the luxury bars for a pickup. The movie had been an impulse. Now she was working on the pickup angle again.
The stranger next to her didn't flinch away from her hand. He didn't make any move at all.
Cautiously, Jill eased her hand higher. She kept her eyes on the movie. She was fascinated by the gray come jetting from actor's cock. It spattered the actress' face. The man Jill was exploring cautiously with her hand was well-dressed and was probably in his fifties. That was all she could tell in the dark back row of the theater.
Her fingers found the still-covered lump of his phallus and traced its outline carefully. She was not surprised he was hard as a rock. Nor was she surprised when he leaned back a little to give her better access to his cock. Lust burning in her guts like a hot, blue flame, Jill fumbled around until she found the tab of his zipper. She eased it slowly downward.
On the screen, the sexual action had been momentarily suspended in an attempt to supply some plot. The erect penis Jill was curling her fingers around made up for the break in the movie's action. Then a hand touched her thigh and she forgot about the movie. She squeezed and pumped the hard, hot cylinder in her hand, and felt hot sticky lubricant coat her fingers. Lifting off her seat slightly, she let the stranger push her dress up her thighs. His hand touched the crotch of her panties.
She wished she had taken them off when she had the chance. Her regret lessened when the man pried a finger in through one leg opening and slipped it into her steaming crack. Her thighs spread wider as he probed her hot, slick, hairy nest.
The man she was fondling so intimately leaned toward her. His shoulder touched hers. "Ever do that?" he asked, nodding toward the screen, where a monster cock was being sucked, by a different girl this time.
Jill shook her head tensely. "Not all the way," she answered. "I don't think I could get it that deep."
"Might be worth a try," the man suggested. He wiggled his finger in her seething cunt.
Jill's guts knotted, and her lust burned higher. "Right here?" she asked.
The man glanced around. There was no one near them. "I'm game if you are."
Jill thought for a moment. Her sexual agony was increasing sharply. Sucking cock was something she had done frequently-but only to rekindle lost erections, never to bring a man off. She wondered what a full load of semen would taste like. The thought of committing the vile, illegal act in a public place sent her lust soaring.
"Why not," she answered. "You only live once!"
"That's what I say."
After a quick look around, Jill got down on the floor in front of her seat. She took the opportunity to hike her skirt up and skin her panties off. She left them on the grubby floor under her seat. She didn't want to have them readily at hand, for some reason.
She squirmed between the man's spread legs. The grit on the hard floor ground into her knees. His phallus was a ghostly pale tower, capped with a monstrous dark knob. She could see his lubricant shining as it absorbed the flickering light from the movie screen. Jill looked over her shoulder at the movie, and saw a close-up shot of lips encircling a huge phallus.
Turning her back on the movie, Jill bent over the tower in front of her. Holding it gingerly by its base, she licked it hesitantly. She felt it shudder at the fleeting touch of her tongue. It tasted hot and salty. She gripped it more firmly and licked it again, sweeping her tongue up the underside and off the tip. Her head filled with the smell of him. She hoped he was clean. He touched the back of her head gently with one hand as she licked his cock again. She glanced up. He was watching the film, not her.
Forming her lips into a circle, and leaning farther forward over the stranger's lap, Jill took the knob of his prick into her mouth. She tongued the rubbery glans, nestled the groove below it between her lips.
Finding the slit at the tip, she pried it open, and tongued the inside of his urethra.
The hand on the back of her head pushed down a little.
Accepting the guidance, Jill took more of the man's rigid, engorged penis into her mouth. She let it slide back along her tongue, while keeping her lips pressed tight around the shaft. The cock hit the back of her tongue, triggering her gag reflex. Her guts knotted, reminding her of the brutal regurgitation Ann's finger had triggered. Tasting bile in her throat, Jill backed off and, keeping just the tip of the man's prick in her mouth, sucked in a huge gust of fresh air through her nose.
She swirled her tongue around the hot, yielding cap, then down along the dorsal vein. She wondered if she could get as much penis into her mouth as the actress had. Pushing her head down slowly, she tried again. This time she was braced for the gagging, and managed to fight it off. Pressing farther down, she pushed on until the head of his cock corked her throat., Measuring with her fingers, she found she had only half of it in her mouth, if that much. She backed off to breathe and then took his cock to the back of her throat a second time. Her guts were knotted with perverted lust as she ingested the towering organ. The spacious feeling of the air-conditioned, grubby movie house increased her wild lust. The thought that she might be caught committing this act sent excitement roaring through her. She felt something streaming down her thighs from her naked cunt.
Unable to figure a way to take in more of the man's organ than she already had, Jill contented herself with pistoning his prick in and out of her mouth. Her insides seething, she bathed the man's prick with her tongue and sucked eagerly on the monster cylinder. She used her fingers to stimulate the base of the shaft between where it emerged from his fly and where it entered her mouth.
Judging by the hot, sticky flow of his juices, it was enough for him. His hand was still pushing down on her head, but in an absent-minded way. She wondered what was going on on the screen that so held his interest. Taking a momentary break from her cock-sucking, she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. All she could see was a tangle of male and female bodies. She couldn't sort out who was doing what to whom.
She went back to her cock-sucking. That's what I am, she realized abruptly, a "cock-sucker." Applying the vulgar word to herself increased her excitement. Rising up higher on her knees, she fought to take still more of his phallus into her, and on the next downward drive of her head, she succeeded in gaining a fraction of an inch.
The man's hips were beginning to shift and squirm in response to her efforts. He was trying to shove his cock up into her mouth with a steady rhythmic fucking movement. It had to be an indication of his approaching orgasm. The flow from his penis was increasing-a thick, salty secretion that made her mouth flood with saliva. Something was streaming down over her hand where it held his staff, then dribbling down her chin.
He was going to come soon, and she knew it. She was looking forward to it. Unlike the movie actress, she wasn't going to let his organ spurt into empty air. She was going to take his load into her mouth, let it roar down her throat in thick, heavy wads. She was going to let her stomach absorb his alkaline fluid. She was going to digest millions of sperm.
Her whole body flaming with lust, Jill pumped her head down on his cock, harder and faster, timing her moves to the humping of his hips. His hand on the back of her head aided her. She sucked in desperate gasps of air when her head was high and held her breath when her throat was clogged with his cock. Her soft brown hair whipped around her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down over the man's lap.
She could feel his orgasm approaching-in the tenseness of his muscular thighs, the pressure of his hand on her head, and the dimensions of the cock in her mouth. She frantically scrubbed her tongue up the dorsal vein of his phallus, and she sucked as if she were trying to draw blood right out of his engorged penis.
His hips eased upward, instead of ramming upward. She felt his muscles clenching tightly, and she knew what was coming. She sucked on the tower in her mouth and felt it tremble with the first blasting wad of come. Then it was jerking, convulsing, recoiling, and thick, gooey, heavy shots of semen were bursting into her throat, streaming down to her stomach. Her throat working, she swallowed and gulped the creamy thick fluid.
She got half his load down before her lungs demanded fresh air. Forcing her head upward against the pressure of his hand, she sucked in a lungful of air through her nose. Keeping the spurting head of his prick between her lips, she felt his semen spurt into her mouth, thick, and hot, and heavy. Saliva flooded her mouth, diluting his male essence. Her vagina spasmed around nothing and wept futilely for the load in her mouth.
The spurting died to convulsive squeezings, faint oozings and then was gone completely, leaving her with a mouth full of semen. Lifting her head up away from his penis, but still holding it in her hand, she sealed her lips carefully to keep the flavorful load in. Looking up at him, making sure he saw, she swallowed the last of his sperm. Then, delicately, she cleaned his cock with her tongue, washing off the last of his drippings, leaving it shining with spit.
When it had shriveled and dried, she carefully tucked it back in his trousers and zipped him up. Then she pulled herself back up onto her seat and tried to concentrate on the movie. The action on the screen seemed stupid and tame after what she had just done.
"Let's get out of here," the man suggested.
"Okay," she agreed easily. She wondered what he would look like.
He was, as it turned out, rather handsome-sturdy with well groomed salt-and-pepper hair. He looked distinguished. His clothes were expensively tailored.
"Are you busy right now?" he asked as they stood under the glaring lights of the theater marquee. People bustled past them, unnoticing and uncaring.
Jill shook her head. "No, I'm not busy. Did you have something in mind?" She wondered how most of the people hurrying past would react if they knew what she had just done.
"I have a hotel room. I thought, perhaps we could-ah-further expand our relationship. If you'd like." "All right," Jill agreed easily.
It's as simple as that, she thought. Just go off with a strange man to his hotel room. But then, how much of a stranger was he, considering that she already had his come gurgling around in her?
The hotel was one of the most expensive in town. No one raised an eyebrow as they waited patiently for the elevator. This was the kind of hotel where no questions were asked, though it was at the other end of the scale from five-bucks-a-night dives. In this hotel, nothing guests did was questioned, because most of them could buy and seh any one of the employees, and probably the hotel itself, if they so chose.
Maybe what I need is a sugar daddy, Jill told herself. It was a possibihty she had never really considered before.
"Here we are," he said, unlocking a door. He ushered her in politely. She studied the room-suite, rather-while he locked the door. The gold leaf trim was noticeable, without being vulgar or ostentatious.
"Why don't you, um, make yourself comfortable?"
Jill knew what he meant, and it wasn't an offer to sit down in one of the obviously comfortable chairs. After all, she had just sucked his cock dry, why shouldn't he want her out of her clothes?
"May I have a drink?" she asked. "First?"
"Be my guest," he answered. "What's your pleasure?"
"A little sherry, I think." She wanted to get a taste of luxury while she had the chance.
Pouring her a dainty glass of the dark wine, he handed it to her and then poured a Scotch on the rocks for himself. As she sipped the sherry, Jill kicked off her shoes and walked around the room. She loved the feel of the lush carpet under her bare feet. She liked, too, the feeling of being without panties, the cool touch of air on her bare crotch.
Finally, she strolled over to where the man was standing and turned her back. She lifted her hair to expose the zipper at the back of her dress. "If you please?"
She felt him fumble with the hook, and then run the zipper down to the base of her spine, then over the swell of her hips. She was glad she hadn't bothered with a bra. All she had to do to get naked was slip the fitted black sheath off.
Setting her drink aside, she turned toward him and shrugged the top of the dress forward, off her arms, baring herself to the waist. Her nipples were stiff and excited from the friction with the dress and the cocksucking she had done earlier. She warmed under his frank, appreciative stare. He studied her softly rounded breasts.
She pushed the dress down over the swell of her hips, stepped out of it and shook it out. Then, clad in only her pearl earrings and a single strand pearl necklace, she strolled across the room and hung her dress neatly over the valet in the corner.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her knees were soiled from kneeling on the floor of the movie theater. Aside from that, she was flawless. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I'd like to wash up."
A few minutes in the bathroom removed the filth from her knees and took care of the biological functions. She powdered herself with the hotel's free offering and returned to the living room.
Her host hadn't moved. He was rolling his glass of Scotch between his palms. Moving with an easy, naked, feline grace and feeling the air caressing her body intimately, she picked up her sherry and sipped it, then set it down again.
"It's time you got more comfortable, I think," she told him.
She undressed him deftly. After removing each garment, she carried it clear across the room and hung it up neatly. She knew he was enjoying watching her walk around in the nude. Unexpectedly, it was building her excitement, too.
Finally he was as naked as she was. His cock jutted out in front of him, stiff and ready. They stood facing each other, sipping their drinks, letting their lust build.
The tension in Jill was up to an almost unbearable level. She, after ah, had not been sucked to an orgasm. Her sexual need was at an excruciating level. She wondered if this was how a rapist felt just before he attacked some poor helpless female.
The man opposite her was anything but helpless. He was just under six feet, and very muscular. His body was well tended the way only rich ones are-a solarium tan and the healthy glow imparted by steam baths and needle showers after brisk sessions on the squash courts.
Unable to take it any longer, Jill drained her glass and set in on the table. Feeling his eyes on her ass as she walked, she headed into the bedroom. Pausing to pull the neatly turned-down covers back up, she sat on the bed. The man was still in the living room, watching her. He hadn't moved.
Swinging her feet to the bed, she stretched out on her back and began to massage her breasts, pressing and rolling them. When she began pinching her nipples with her fingers, the man set his drink aside and headed across the living room. His cock was swaying heavily.
He stopped in the doorway, so Jill continued playing with herself. She moved one hand to her brown-fuzzed pussy, slipping a finger in and tantalizing her burning clitoris. She let her body writhe the way it wanted to. As she stimulated herself, she let her face reflect the pleasure she was feeling. Her tongue played over her parched lips.
The man moved from the doorway to the foot of the huge bed. Jill stopped playing with her breast in order to grab a pillow. Lifting her hips, she slid the pillow under her ass, tilting her pelvis to a more inviting angle. With her knees raised and her feet planted firmly on the mattress, she fingered her pussy while the man watched.
"Come on," she whispered softly. "You want it You know you want it. Think how it will feel, all hot and wet, wrapped around that beautiful, huge cock of yours. Think what it will feel like to slide your prick into my hole."
He was clenching and unclenching his hands as he stared at her.
Jill wondered what was getting into her. Proper little Jill Carson who had been a virgin at the advanced age of seventeen was behaving like a common whore. In a public movie theater she had sucked a total stranger's cock until he had come in her mouth. And now she was offering herself to him brazenly.
A muscle was jumping at the angle of his jaw as his eyes devoured her wanton nakedness. It was becoming a test of wills. He was battling to resist her invitation for as long as he could.
"Come fuck me," she purred in a throaty, hungry voice. "Come fuck me, come ram that great cock of yours up into my body. Rape me with that gorgeous phallus of yours."
His soft moan came from the depths of his being and sent a quiver through Jill. It was the sound of an animal driven beyond the limits of endurance. Her heart recoiled at the sound, but her vagina watered in anticipation.
Leaning forward, he crawled up on the bed, up between her spread thighs. His hot eyes held hers as he moved over her, his hands on either side of her, his knees between her legs.
Bracing himself on one powerful, tanned arm, he reached down and grasped his cock. He aimed it at her gaping pussy. He lowered his hips slowly.
The first thing Jill felt was the head of his cock brushing through her pubic hair. Then that marvelous knob was nestling between her labia, prying them open, seeking the ready shaft of her vagina. A slight shifting of her pelvis, and the tip of his prick was set in the entrance of her cunt.
He eased his knees back slightly, dropping his hips to get the right angle on her hole. He braced himself carefully, keeping the only point of contact between them his cock and her cunt.
Then, with a steady drive of his muscular hips, he bored his cock straight into her tight, ripple-walled vagina. He drilled straight in without stopping, until the head of his cock hit the end of her tunnel and his hips ground against the strained tendons on the insides of her thighs. She felt totally glutted with his massive phallus.
Reaching up over her head, Jill curled her fingers around the gleaming brass scrollwork of the bedstead. She spread her thighs still wider in an attempt to get even more cock into her starving pussy. Her head rolled from side to side as searing waves of ecstasy washed through her. He penetrated her so deeply that she could feel his organ stretching her cunt lengthwise as well as crosswise.
Still supporting himself on his arms, he drew his cock out of her scalding, slippery hole, and then powered it back in. His moves were smooth and even and steady and irresistible. He moved steadily and evenly and easily, in and out, in and out. His cock pistoned in her cylinder with the smoothness of a well tended machine. Thick streams of her love juices were pumped out of her clinging hole and they dribbled thickly down the crack of her ass.
Still, the only point of contact between their bodies was their sexual organs. When he was stuck in her all the way, his pubic arch pressed against hers, his hips ground against the insides of her thighs, and his cock filled her vagina clear to the end. When he drew out of her, he kept the bulbous head of his cock in her clinging hole, linking him to her.
His smooth pistoning in and out was setting the nerves of her vagina on fire. The muscular walls of her cunt began to clutch at his organ, trying to increase the friction. As it increased, her contractions grew stronger, and she rose closer and closer to her flash point.
He began moving faster. The thick, heady aroma of sex filled the room. The sucking, sticky sound of a cock pistoning in a cunt was swallowed up by the lush furnishings. She began to whimper as her pleasure became too great. Her muscles were writhing and twisting uncontrollably. She clung desperately to the shining bedstead. Her head thrashed from side to side as she screamed with lust.
She was being carnally cremated. Her vagina went into a knotting series of convulsions as the flames of her orgasm spread throughout her body. She was martyred on the spike, her guts pounded to a cream.
With a harsh grunt, he crammed the last millimeter of his prick into her convulsing hole. He added his come to hers. The semen spattering deep in her hole was gasoline on the already raging blaze. A searing fireball of pleasure swelled and engulfed her, and began pulsing in time with the convulsive eruptions of his penis.
He dropped down onto her at last, crushing her into the soft mattress. The spurtings of his prick slowly faded to mere twitching. Then he began to soften.
Jill sensed the aching relief of her ribs slowly springing back into shape as his weight was removed from them. She felt drained and empty. When he mentioned something about another drink, she got to her feet and followed him into the living room.
They sat side by side on the couch. Jill could feel come oozing out of her pussy and forming a damp spot on the expensive satin upholstery. She sat with her legs crossed, not in order to conceal her drenched snatch, but because it was a lady-like way to sit, even though she was stark naked.
When he put his arm around her shoulders, she slid over closer to him. She placed one hand on his power ful, hairy thigh and sipped her sherry. He was smoking a cigarette, leaning forward from time to time to tap the ashes into the ashtray on the coffee table. He was skillfully holding both the drink and the cigarette in his right hand, leaving his left free to cup her bare shoulder.
After stubbing out his cigarette, he let his left hand ease over until his fingertips brushed the upper slope of her breast.
Jill's heart began beating quickly as she thought about what might come next. She wanted him again: her cunt wanted him again.
His fingers reached farther downward, and barely touched the stiff pink tip of her nipple. She looked straight ahead, feeling him watching her as he teased her tit. She kept her expression cool and blank, in spite of the gut-knotting excitement that was growing in her.
When he tried to reach more of her breast, she let the pressure of his arm on her shoulders guide her and eased down slightly. He curled his fingers over the entire, warm mound of her breast. He lifted and massaged her smoothly curved, yielding flesh, weighing it, testing its softness.
Jill sipped tensely at her sherry, barely tasting it.
Leaving the breast he had been caressing, he shifted his hand to the other one. He stroked it, his fingers feeling rough and harsh on her distended nipple. Soon both her tits were feeling swollen and deliciously aching from the attention.
Her glass was empty. Her mouth was dry. She decided to hurry things along a little. Gently, she eased his hand off her breast and put his arm along the back of the sofa. "Excuse me," she said, holding up her empty glass.
Trying desperately to be casual, she got to her feet and went over to the row of bottles. Her hand trembled as she filled her glass half full. Then she turned and held up the bottle of Scotch, questioningly.
"No thanks," he answered, p Her gentle shrug made her breasts shift sensuously. She sipped some sherry as she strolled back to the couch. His eyes never left her. His cock was hah erect again.
She started to sit down next to him, where she had been, then, instead of sitting next to him, she stretched out on her back, and rested her shoulders on his bare thighs. The position made her entire body readily accessible to him. She sipped her sherry as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to lie across a man's lap, offering herself to him.
He took immediate advantage of her pose, and slid a hand over her breast. His hand felt very strong as he fondled her boobs, pinched and rolled her nipples.
She tried to keep her building lust from showing on her face. Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter as he played with her tits. In the mirror across the room she could see herself and him. She was a graceful, naked series of curves as she lounged on the couch. His strong, hairy hand formed a nice contrast to the sleek, smooth grace of her torso.
He slid his hand lower, down her slender belly, down to her crotch. She let her thighs open as he slipped his finger into her crack. He ran his finger the length of her crevice, then slipped it into her come-glutted vagina.
She was burning up inside. Flames of lust were roaring higher and higher in her lush body as the naked stranger probed her steaming cunt with his strong, determined hand. He pushed his finger deep inside her vagina, then worked a second one in next to it, stretching her hole. Then he drew his fingers out of her, and smeared her smooth belly with sticky liquid. He eased two fingers into her slit again and rolled her clit into a knot of fire.
It was a tremendous strain to keep her lust from showing. She had to fight to keep her breathing even. Shivers wracked her as she kept her hips from rolling and twisting the way they wanted to roll and twist.
He shifted his legs under her, and something hot and hard bumped against the back of her neck. Casually, she reached up and curled her fingers around his stiff, erect phallus. It was sticky and crusty from their earlier sessions. A new flow of secretions made her thumb slip on the rubbery glans.
She set her empty glass on the coffee table, and let her free hand rest across her belly to hide the convulsions wracking it. His fingers were still massaging her clitoris. She didn't dare look up at him. She concentrated instead on a spot on the wall. She could feel him looking down at her nude body. The single strand of pearls was still around her throat.
When he slid his hand out of her cunt, she felt both relief and loss. He eased his hand under her ass, and lifted. He wanted her to roll over? Obediently, she turned over onto her stomach. She rested her cheek on his thigh, let her back sag, and pressed her belly into the couch. The globes of her ass gleamed invitingly. She eyed his stiff prick and fiddled with it gently.
Touching the tip of it with her thumb, she drew a spider strand of juice out between her thumb and his cock head.
She felt his hand caress the smooth swellings of her buttocks. He cupped each, measuring their softness and curve. Then he eased a finger into the crack of her ass.
She curled her hand around his phallus and studied it. She could see the soft, protruding structure that contained his urethra, the hard flanks, the pale skin and bulging veins. The skin of the shaft formed a point that aimed toward the tip, reminding her vaguely of a Valentine.
She wasn't used to being probed around the ass. His fingers prying into the crack there sent a flash of itching pleasure through her. She had an urge to raise her ass to encourage him.
His fingers slipped deeper, farther down. It touched her anus. She moaned involuntarily. He pressed and twisted his finger against the tight, resisting sphincter, sending a searing jolt of pleasure and pain ripping up through her body. She tried to crap without crapping, to admit him into her body through that intimate, inviolate opening.
He complied, boring his finger into the tight hole with a steady twisting motion.
Her grip on his cock tightened convulsively and a thick wave spilled down from its peak and over her hand. She had thought she had experienced it all before. This sure shattered that illusion.
She got to her knees to give him better access to her butt. She had her head on his thighs, her ass high in the air. She prayed he would ram his finger farther into her aching ass.
He did, and she moaned with pleasure. She felt his finger slip up into her bowels, felt her rectal ring being violated by his hard, dry finger. It was a blazing, burning pain, and unbelievable pleasure.
She clung to his cock as if it were a treasure. His balls were two inches from her face. They were shifting around in their thin, dark sack. Opening her lips, she mouthed his testicles tenderly. Unable to get them both in her mouth at the same time, she drew one in, tongued it, then exchanged it for the other one. She felt the rubbery ovoids shift and squirm, felt the thin, hollow cord that carried the sperm to his cock.
He slid his ass forward on the couch, and spread his thighs so she had better access to his balls. She took advantage of his changed position by licking the underside of his scrotum.
He crammed his finger all the way into her asshole. The knuckles of his other fingers ground into the valley between her buttocks.
He wiggled his finger in her rectum and she thought she was going to die it felt so fantastic. Still mouthing his testicles, she worked her free hand up under her face and found his asshole. It was right next to her mouth. While she licked his cod and the hard foundation of his cock, she bored a finger into the resisting ring of his anus.
His fingers knotted in her hair and he dragged her away from his balls. He lifted her head and guided it over his cock, then forced her down on his prick. He forced her to take his oozing cock in her mouth. He twisted his finger deep in her asshole.
She crammed her own finger up his tail, into his greasy bowels. She took his cock clear to the back of her throat. Her anus spasmed around the finger that was buggering her. Her vagina was pouring waves of fluid down the insides of her thighs, weeping with frustration again.
An orgasm was growing in her violated guts. That wonderful fireball of pleasure was swelling and pulsing every time he moved his finger in her ass. She sucked blood to the head of his phallus, bobbed her head on his prick, scrubbed her tongue around and around the oozing glans.
Cramming her head down on his towering cock, she worked her lips as if she were eating an oversized piece of spaghetti, and she got his cock a little further down her throat. Her efforts stimulated another wave of stinging secretions from him. She bored her finger farther up into his hot, gummy rectum. His hips surged up, and slammed his prick still farther down her throat. With the fingers of her right hand, she pumped the part of his phallus she couldn't fit into her mouth. She thrust the longest finger of her left into his intestinal opening.
As she pumped her head up and down her brown tresses flapped around her face, tickling his belly and thighs. She was coming. Her vagina was spasming and clenching on emptiness yet again. But this time her anus was clenching and unclenching around his finger as he worked it in and out of her tail. She used the anesthesia of her orgasm to drive his cock farther down her throat. With the finger she had rammed up into his body, she felt his prostate give a jerk and begin to pulse like a pump. Thick gouts of sperm burst from his convulsing cock and spattered down her throat.
Her anus clutching his finger, she came. She absorbed his orgasm at the same time. Wave after wave of come poured down her throat as his anus spasmed around her finger, and her' anus spasmed around his, and her vagina poured its come down her thighs.
When she began to black out from lack of air, she heaved up away from his cock, and let his last spurts spatter her soft cheeks. Then she laid her head on his lap. Her nose was just fractions of an inch from where her finger was swallowed up by his asshole.
Her orgasm continued, burned away until there was no fuel left in her and then faded to aching coals. Her bowel spasmed and she crapped out his finger. Her knees skidded on the satin upholstery as she stretched out full length again and put her head in his lap. His cock drooped over onto her cheek when she released it.
When he got up, tumbling her head onto the couch, she didn't move. He left her lying there, face down, and went to the bathroom. She heard the shower running. Then she heard him moving around the living room, heard his belt buckle clank. Then she sensed him standing over her. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him.
He was wearing his bathrobe. Two bills fluttered down to her stomach, then a third.
"The going rate, I believe," he said.
Still dazed and exhausted, she took the money. He thought she was a prostitute!
"Your dress," he said, throwing it at her.
Totally numb, she shrugged it on over her head, settled it around her hips, got her arms in, and got herself covered. As she tried to zip it up she stepped into her shoes.
"Let me do that," he offered, quickly zipping her up.
The he walked her to the door, opened it, and gently pushed her out into the empty corridor.
For a moment she just stood there, stunned, still smelling the come that had spattered her face. Then she felt the crumpled bills in her fist and started to hurl them away. Thinking better of it, she opened her hand and flattened out the three paper rectangles.
Three one hundred dollar bids. And her finger smelled of shit.
Feeling hollow, she walked to the elevator.
CHAPTER SIX
Paul was engaged in the intriguing task of determining if the twins were identical down to the last freckle, as they claimed. Since the two girls on the bed with him were both naked, there were a great many freckles to compare. He, just as naked, was lying on his back, his left hand behind his head. He would pick out a freckle on the girl on his right, try to memorize its location, then turn to the girl on his left and try to locate the corresponding freckle. The girls lay on their sides flanking him, their soft, warm breasts pressing against him. They each had a smooth, sleek leg over one of his muscular thighs.
He picked out a freckle on Pamela's right breast, an inch from her nipple and turned to look for the corresponding dot on Patty's. Or it might have been Patty's freckle he was trying to find on Pamela's breast. He was no longer quite sure. The hand pumping his penis slowly and excitingly was making it hard for him to concentrate on which girl was which. The fact that there was also a warm hand curled fondly around his balls further complicated things.
He had met the twins at a bar not far from his apartment. His opening line had been a question about whether they were really identical twins. It had led straight to this. He was at their apartment, spread out on their king-sized bed.
Having lost track of the freckle he was searching for, Paul turned back to find another one. The twin holding his cock leaned forward and her warm, soft lips came down on his. Her tongue pried delicately into his mouth as she continued to milk his cock. His lust boiled higher as her sister gently squeezed his testicles. The girl he was kissing tasted vaguely of. Manhattans. That meant, he decided, that he was kissing Pamela, since Patty had had a Collins.
Experimentally, he broke the kiss, and turned his head. His lips met those of the girl on his left, and he pressed his tongue into her unresisting mouth. His pulse was racing. He detected the unmistakable scent of gin on her. He broke that kiss and poked her with his finger. "You're Patty."
"Wrong," the girls chorused, then giggled.
"You're Pamela, then," Paul said, taking the opportunity to press and massage her full, bountiful breast. He thumbed her nipple and felt her grip on his balls tighten.
"Uh huh," she agreed breathily.
"Maybe we feel different," Patty suggested. "Maybe you could tell us apart that way."
Paul slid his left hand out from under his head, and reached over and cupped his fingers around Patty's breast. He was still massaging Pam's. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the feel of the two warm mounds, the hard pert rubberiness of the nipples. He was reminded of the game where you cross your fingers and put a marble between them, and it feels like two marbles. His arms were crossed over his chest, his left hand curled around the breast of the girl on his right, and vice versa.
"No difference there," he reported.
"There's lots more of us," one of them pointed out.
He felt scratchy pussies rub excitingly on his upper thighs as both girls squirmed.
Releasing their breasts, he uncrossed his arms and slid his hands down their bellies, feeling the warm satin roundness of their soft curves. They were lushly curved, with bountiful, generous breasts, and full, fertility-idol hips. He stroked down over their rounded bellies, combed his fingers into their thick, auburn pubic patches. He pressed hot, steamy, hairy pussies, one with each hand. The girls rolled to their backs to give him more room to work.
Gently, he eased his longest fingers into their humid slits. Hot, wet folds of tissue caressed his fingers. The girls sighed in unison and spread their thighs, welcoming his probing. The hands on his testicles and prick, fumbled and shifted until he was afraid he was going to inundate them with his thick spurtings.
"He's nice," one of them murmured.
"He's lovely," the other agreed.
"How are we going to decide who gets him?" Patty, or perhaps it was Pam, asked.
"I've got enough for both of you," Paul announced bravely.
"Ho, ho! Isn't he the confident one," Patty responded.
Paul managed to find the clitoris under his right hand and began massaging and rolling it. He sank a finger of his less agile left hand in the clinging wet folds of a vagina, and began pumping it with a steady fucking motion.
"Aahhh, God!" Patty, the one on his right, sighed, as he massaged her clit. Her big hips bounced and squirmed, thrust up against his slippery, working fingers.
"Obviously you're getting something that I'm not," Pam complained. "I get dibs on his cock, in that case."
Pam eased up, dislodging his hand from her dripping cunt. Sliding her soft, warm body over his, she straddled his thighs. Paul looked up at her, at the full thrust of her generous breasts. They swayed and quivered over him. Sdh mangling Patty's clit, he used his free hand to lift and fondle Pam's boobs.
Pam directed his cock up into her thick red snatch. He felt the knob of his organ nestle into her steaming crack, felt hot, wet folds embrace his nerve-loaded glans. Then she eased down on him, and his phallus was slowly swallowed by her streaming vagina.
Patty gripped his wrist, trapping his hand in her pussy as she rolled to her side. Bending her knees, she clamped her thighs down on his hand, surrounding it with hot flesh. She watched her sister take his ivory column into her red twat. Her green eyes were flashing with lust.
Shifting his hand from one of Pam's tits to the other, and back again, Paul savored the feel of having his cock engulfed in female flesh. He turned his head and his lips met Patty's. He kept rolling and mashing her clitoris as they kissed, deeply and thoroughly.
Pam leaned forward as she lifted and lowered herself with agonizing slowness. Her heavy breasts swayed above him. Her weight on her arms, she let her head drop, and peered down at where her crotch was squatting on Paul's, then lifted to expose the shining wet column of his prick, then sank down again. Her long red hair swayed around her freckled cheeks as she fucked him.
Patty broke the kiss, and twisted her head so she could look at her sister. Paul was amazed, and incredibly stimulated, when Pam eased down and kissed her sister full on her glistening, sensuous lips. Her mouth open, Pam explored her sister's mouth with passionate eagerness. Paul felt her cunt clenching his cock as she kissed her sister.
The twins broke the kiss, and nuzzled cheek to cheek. Pam was crouching on him now as she moved up and down on his prick. Her legs were folded, so her knees were up along his ribs. Her soft, warm breasts formed a lush cushion between them. Her nipples were squirming like trapped bugs between his hard, muscular chest and her soft, yielding one. "Should I?" Patty asked softly. "Ooo, you should," Pam answered, clenching her cunt around Paul's cock.
Paul was tempted to ask what they were talking about, but didn't. Sperm was seeping into the coiled chambers that would spasm the thick fluid into Pam's vagina. He tried to remember to keep working the fingers in Patty's twat. He felt Patty squirming around, felt a hand sneak across his thigh and probe around Pam's bottom next to where his cock rammed into her cunt. The unexpected touch increased the flame in his groin and he felt his orgasm drawing nearer. Pam stopped her easy up and down rolling modon, with his cock completely in her.
Her vaginal walls convulsed abruptly on his prick and she gasped hotly in his ear. Somehow, the pressure on Paul's cock had changed.
"Know what she's doing?" Pam asked, her voice soft and husky with lust.
"No."
"She's putting-her finger-up my ass," Pam grunted. "Aww, jezz that feels good!"
Paul's cock convulsed as if he were coming, just from hearing about what Patty was doing. He fought off the threatened orgasm.
"She's ramming her finger right up my asshole," Pam reported. "She's twisting it into me, real slow. I can feel it prying the muscle open. She's up to the first knuckle now. She's twisting and turning and pushing, ah at the same time."
The blow by blow account of the act increased Paul's tension. He wrapped his arms around both girls and snuggled them against him. He by mistake smeared Patty's breast with her own vaginal oozings.
"Up to the second knuckle," she reported, not seeming to notice the wetness on her breast. "Feels like a tight warm ring around my finger."
"Further," Pam urged hoarsely. "Get it all the way up me."
"Okay."
"Twist it," Pam begged. "Twist your finger in my ass. Awww!"
"Almost ah the way in," Patty reported. "Oh, God! That's it!"
"Ah the way in, sister dear," Patty reported.
"Yeah. I can feel your knuckles grinding against my ass."
Paul didn't need the verbal account of what was happening. He could feel Patty's hand pressing against the base of his cock. Her touch there boosted his sexual pleasure and awareness still higher. He could feel his prick oozing excess juices into Pam's vagina. It felt like hot acid was burning his prick. It was the perfect counterpoint to his pleasure.
"Ohh, fuck!" Pam said, beginning to move again She humped herself up and down on Paul's body, making his cock slide in and out of her pussy. Her well-lubricated skin slipped against his. Her breasts squirmed on his chest, her nipples burrowed into his muscles.
Patty wiggled her finger in Pam's rectum, and Paul felt it through the membrane that divided her cunt from her asshole. His balls contracted and squirmed and he felt a spurt of semen escape from the tip of his prick. Christ, he wasn't going to be able to hold off his coming much longer. He had so much semen in him he was going to drown the girl when he did come.
"Coming," Pam said breathily in his ear. "Jesus, I'm coming. Come in me, come in me, come in me!"
Paul rocked his pelvis, rammed his cock into her hot hole. The nerves on the underside of his prick were blazing from the stimulation Patty was giving them through her sister's rectal wall.
"Coming," he grunted. "Christ! Like a fucking volcano I'm coming!"
His cock shuddered, slamming sperm into Pam's convulsing vagina. His hips bucking, he speared her with his spurting phallus. His toes curled and every muscle in his body tensed.
As Pam absorbed his eruptions and Patty squirmed her finger in her sister's tight, greasy asshole, their mouths met in a searing, sucking kiss, an inch in front of Paul's face. He curled his arms around their naked bodies, and hauled them against him.
Finally his spurtings were over, and his prick was quivering weakly. Then Patty's finger pressed his phallus, milking the last thick, hot drops of his semen into her sister's vagina.
Paul's groin ached. His prick began to shrivel as the trapped blood poured back into his body. Smothering under the twins' lush bodies, he tried to catch his breath. The room reeked of sex. He felt Patty's hand pull away from Pam's ass, felt Pam lurch as the finger left her asshole. "I need to wash up," Patty sighed at last. "I'll come with you." The two of them got up and left. Paul remained lying on his back on the bed, breathing heavily, reviewing what had happened.
They had all been mildly drunk when they got to the twins' apartment. All of them stripped quickly so he could study the girls' freckles. Obviously, it was all supposed to lead to a romp on the big bed. But, what had happened between Patty and Pam had been more than just a friendly romp.
"You used him ah up," Patty protested as the twins came back from the bathroom. She was holding a wet washrag in her hand.
"Tough titty, sister dear. You were the one that was so content with his hand. Remember?"
Desperately, Paul sorted them out in his mind. Patty had had his hand, so it was Pam who had had his cock, and Patty who had had her finger up her twin's tail.
Therefore, it was Pam that was being accused of using him all up, and Patty that had the washrag.
"Well," Patty said, "at least the injured member deserves to be washed before we bury it."
"Bury it?" Paul croaked.
"In me," Patty reassured him as she bathed hi penis with the wet, rough washcloth.
"Can't bury the poor thing when its dead," Pam teased, kneeling on the other side of Paul.
"I fully plan to bury it alive, sister, dear," Patty retorted. "Why don't you get the simulator from the bureau?"
"The torpedo?" Pam asked, easing off the bed. "The small one."
Paul's cock was totally limp. The washrag brushed over it, but he hardly felt it. It was as if his nerve endings were deadened with Novocaine.
Pam returned with a small vibrator. It was about the size of a small flashlight, and was smoothly rounded on one end. Kneeling on the bed, she spread her legs wide and switched it on. She aimed it up into her red pussy and slowly pushed it up inside herself. Her eyes hazed over and she began rocking back and forth.
"Not you," Patty snapped. "I want to use it on him!"
"Hey, wait a minute," Paul protested, having visions of them trying to ram the brutal, quivering bulk up into his ass.
"Relax, will you. All I want to do is get a rise out of you, okay?"
"Okay. But not up the ass."
"Men are such sissies," Pam snorted.
Patty took the vibrator and rubbed the rounded point around the base of his cock. The drumming vibrations seemed to burrow into him, shaking his nerves, bringing them back to life. Lifting his prick by its tip, she squirmed the trembling machine in between his cock and balls. He felt his penis start to come to life as she traced a path under his testicles. She was ominously close to his anus.
"Why don't you give him just a taste of it?" Pam asked.
Lifting his balls with one warm hand, Patty put the tip of the machine against the dimple of his asshole. Paul felt as if he had been hooked up to an electric circuit. He convulsed and felt his cock surge upward impatiently. Then she pushed, and it hurt, and he swore at her.
"Tender ass," Patty commented, withdrawing the vibrator from his anus and using it on the hard ridge between his anus and scrotum. The effect there was pleasant, but not as dramatic as the brush with his rectal ring had been.
"Anybody want something to drink?" Pam asked, losing interest in the proceedings, "I'd like some wine," Patty said, still running the buzzing vibrator around Paul's groin.
"Uh, yeah, okay," Paul agreed. He debated trying to take the initiative, then decided what the hell, why bother. If they wanted to do ah the work, why not just lie there and enjoy it? He cushioned his head on his hands and gazed down to where Patty was stimulating him with the vibrator.
Pam returned with two glasses, and handed one to her sister. "You can share mine," she told Paul, taking a sip, and then offering him the glass.
"How's he doing?" Pam asked.
"Getting there," Patty replied. "I think maybe I'll have to increase the stimulation, though."
Paul felt like an intruder as the twins discussed him. He looked down in time to see Patty dribble a chill stream of wine over his prick. Handing her glass to her sister, she lowered her head and licked his penis. The blood flowed quickly into his organ, making it thrust up into her mouth. She backed away.
"More wine?" Pam asked.
"Uh huh," Patty agreed, picking up the vibrator again.
Pam dribbled sherry over Paul's prick. Then Patty returned to the attack, buzzing the vibrator first under his balls and then over his peri-anal area. Her mouth engulfed his wine-chilled phallus in a warm, wet, sucking, velvety blanket.
"More wine?" Pam asked.
Paul lifted his head and sipped from the proffered glass, while Patty sipped on his prick. Then she lifted her mouth off his phallus. Holding it up in the air like a flagpole, she ran the vibrator from the base to the tip. When it passed over the nerve bud on the underside, near the glans, his prick shivered in response. Reaching the curving head, she tilted the vibrator and w-edged its vibrating point into the slit at the end of his organ. It made the entire length of his staff buzz. The tremors carried straight down to his prostate.
"I think he's almost ready," Patty purred.
"Drat," Pam grumbled. "I'm getting horny, too."
"Well, it's my turn now," Patty gloated. Setting the vibrator aside, she straddled his legs and moved up and spiked herself on his towering phallus. Paul watched his organ being swallowed up for a second time that night. He tried to think if this cunt felt any different to Pam's, but was overwhelmed by the pure sensual thrill of the girl's hot flesh enveloping his blood-ballooned, nerve-packed cock.
Patty sat very straight as she took his cock. It was as if it was a broom handle, stiffening her from her ass to her head. She settled her hips onto him, and squirmed around for a moment. Then she frowned.
"Nope, this doesn't feel quite right," she decided. Lifting off him, she turned so her back was to him. Then, still straddling him, she settled herself back down onto his organ. Facing his feet, she spitted herself on his huge prick. The angle tugged his cock downward, adding to the stimulation. Looking down, he was treated to a view of the gleaming moons of her ass and the dark cleft between them.
Pam leaned over in front of Paul, reached out, and spread her twin's buttocks, and exposed the root of his cock, and Patty's tightly puckered anus. There was a fringe of red hair where his pale-skinned prick disappeared into Patty's velvety wet vagina.
Leaning forward, Patty lifted and dropped on his big organ. Paul had the feeling he could go all night. He had come once, and that always slowed his responses considerably.
Pam was lying on her side, watching closely. She picked up the vibrator, spread her thighs, and slid the buzzing tool into her cunt. Paul's lust soared at the sight of her fucking herself with the vibrator.
"Why don't you stick your finger up her ass?" Pam asked Paul.
"Huh?"
"I said, why don't you stick your finger up Patty's ass? She loves it."
Paul eyed the proposed target warily. He had never regarded a woman's anus as an erogenous zone. But it had sure had an effect on Pam when Patty had done it.
He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her rectal opening seemed to wink at him.
"Go ahead, do it," Pam urged.
Patty, seemingly unaware of the conversation, was pistoning slowly and steadily up and down on Paul's phallus. When she lifted, his gleaming white shaft slid into view, glistening with her secretions. Then she would lower herself, and her pink tissues would meet his hairy groin, and wisps of her red pubic hair would tangle in his thick patch.
"Right there," Pam hissed softly, pointing between her sister's ass cheeks. She touched the puckered bud with her fingertip, and the opening contracted reflexively.
"Who did that?" Patty asked, not turning to look.
"I did," Pam said.
"Well, don't stop, for God's sake."
"Your wish is my command."
Paul was treated to the sight of Pam augering her finger into Patty's anus. Patty stopped moving and leaned forward a little, levering his cock still further downward. He held her lush bottom open, while Pam slowly twisted her finger into the tight, dark orifice. Bit by bit her finger disappeared into the clinging hole.
Patty began to fuck herself on him again. She moved slowly and carefully so his downward-angled cock wouldn't pop out of her creaming cunt.
Paid held on to her ass, keeping her buttocks spread, guiding her moves while he watched her tail being violated. He could feel his semen gathering for the eruption, but knew it would take a long time for him to come. He felt his cock pull and tug at the folds of Patty's pussy as she fucked herself on him.
Half of Pam's finger was in her sister's rectum now. She slowly twisted it and turned it and drilled it deeper. It was hard to imagine what Patty was feeling from the rectal invasion. Whatever it was, she liked it. She was whining softly with pleasure as she fucked herself on his cock and the finger up her tail.
Pam got the rest of her finger into the tight opening, and ground her fist into her sister's crack. Then she wiggled her finger in the shitty hole. "Feel it?" she asked Paul. '
"Yeah," Paul grunted.
"I can feel you inside her," Pam told him. "I can feel your cock sliding in and out of her when she moves."
Paul could feel Pam's finger pressing against the top of his phallus. The pressure increased the tightness of Patty's vagina, increased the friction. His lust was building rapidly. He was going to come sooner than he had figured.
He began to push and pull on Patty as she bounced on him, speeding her moves. He began to shift and shove his own hips at the same time. He kept his eyes focused on the carnal linkage point, where his cock slid in and out of Patty's pussy, and where Pam was working and wiggling her finger in her sister's ass.
Patty reached around in front of herself with one hand. Paul felt her fingers exploring where his cock fed into her dripping vagina, and realized she was stimulating her clitoris as she fucked him.
"Aw-aw-aw," Patty grunted softly, in time with her fucking. "I'm-going-going-to-come." Her voice trailed off into pulsing "whoofs" that coincided with her humping on him.
Paul breathed through clenched teeth as his orgasm drew closer and closer. He sank his fingers in Patty's tender tail, trying to get a better grip on her. He hauled her back and down, as his prick began to spasm. The semen had to pressure through his kinked cock, making it feel as if it was going to split. His groin flamed with pleasure from the extra resistance his convulsing muscles had to overcome. He could feel Patty's vagina spasming around his jetting, spurting phallus. She leaned over until her soft, warm breasts were crushed against his hard, hairy legs. His cock was folded down so far it hurt.
His coming was a flame-filled combination of pleasure and pain, his penis was crimped so far over. And then there was Patty's convulsing vagina, and Pam's finger massaging his jetting organ through the membrane separating cunt from rectum. Adding to the thrill was the sight of Pam's finger in Patty's ass, and the way Patty's rectal ring was spasming around her sister's invading digit.
His orgasm died away to an ache. He felt like he had been kicked in the balls. His cock began to shrivel and withdrew from Patty's depths. He pushed her up and saw his fading prick whip out of her hole, spattering his flat belly with their combined juices.
"Aawww," Patty sighed, slumping over his legs, hugging them to her warm body.
Pam pulled her finger out of Patty's butt, and extracted the vibrator from her own streaming pussy, and switched it off. She lay beside Paul, her magnificent chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.
"Where's the wine?" Patty asked at last.
"On the table over there," Pam answered.
Paul realized suddenly he had a desperate urge to urinate. He felt as if he weighed tons as he heaved himself up off the bed. His urine splashed noisily in the bowl, and the relief was stupendous. After flushing the toilet, he took time to wipe his cock clean before going back out to join the twins.
They were sitting on the bed, facing each other. Both had their legs crossed tailor fashion. One had her glass in her right hand, the other had hers in her left. As one, they turned their heads and looked at him. It was a little like looking at mirror images. He realized he had no way of telling who was who. For a moment, he thought of trying to guess, then shrugged, and got himself a glass of wine.
"Well, can you tell us apart?" one of them asked.
Paul shook his head. "No. I can't tell by looking at you, by kissing you, by feeling you, or by fucking you."
"Want to try again?" the other one asked.
"Try what again?" he asked, sipping his sherry.
"Fucking us," they replied in unison. They looked at each other and raised their glasses in a mirror-image toast that must have been rehearsed it was so smooth.
Paul snorted. "I couldn't get it up again if I had to. Who do you think I am? Superman?"
"No stamina," the girl on the right sniffed.
"No staying power at all," the other agreed.
"Not like us girls," the one on the right said. "I could go all night, couldn't you?"
"I not only could, I'd like to," the other agreed.
"And they call women the inferior sex. Come on, sister, let's go take a shower."
Ignoring Paul, they got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Hey, what about me?" he asked.
"Why don't you come and watch," one of them suggested casually.
Paul didn't even debate the matter. Setting his sherry aside, he followed them and was just in time to see them step under the stream of hot water. They had a clear shower curtain so he could see everything. They began soaping each other. Loving, lathered hands smeared waves of creamy soap over lush, generous breasts, down over soft bellies. Fingers curled into red-bushed crotches, and thighs opened.
Paul watched as the twins eased sudsy fingers into each other's pussies. Their faces were flushed with lust as they played with each other. After all that had happened, they were as ready, willing, and able to go as they had been at the beginning of the evening.
Withdrawing their hands from each other's crotches, they slid soapy palms over each other's hips, then leaned closer and closer together. Tit touched tit, breast rubbed breast. They molded their bodies into a single, warm knot of woman flesh. Breasts were battling for supremacy in a contest of softness. Bellies touched, thighs interlaced, arms tangled. They clutched at each other's lushly rounded bottoms with warm sudsy hands. The two lushly built twins melted together into a loving, carnal tangle.
Paul leaned against the door of the bathroom, watching. He had had both of them, and enjoyed it. He had found new areas of sensuality. But still, he was jealous of the love the two girls so obviously shared.
They were turning under the spray now, rinsing themselves. They took turns making sure not a trace of lather remained in any intimate crevice. They knelt and combed through each other's soaked pussies, then turned, and spread ass cheeks, and checked tail cracks carefully. Then they shut off the water and reached for their towels.
Paul watched the way they dried each other. They turned the mundane act into an exercise of love. No brisk, hard rubbing for them. They gently patted every inch of the other's body. Patty, or Pam, knelt and dried carefully between her sister's thighs, then down her graceful legs. When she was finished, she stood and was given the same careful treatment.
After powdering each other, they pushed past Paul, and into the bedroom, their arms around each other.
Paul watched as they stretched out on the bed. One lay on her back, her legs casually spread. The other leaned over her sister and kissed her warmly. Then, slowly, she nibbled her way down the graceful column of her twin's neck, down to one thrusting breast. Her lips caressed the nipple, brought it to rigid attention, then transferred to the other one.
While her breasts were loved, the twin on her back fondled her sister's swaying boobs, lifting and massaging the lush mounds, thumbing the nipples.
The redhead on top literally licked her way down her sister's torso, leaving a shining trail of saliva.
Reaching the navel, she bored her tongue into the hollow. The gut contracted sharply in response.
The twin on top shifted around on the bed until her hips were next to her sister's head. Carefully, she lifted her knee over and straddled her sister's head. She pressed her face down between her twin's thighs, and lowered her own crotch onto her sister's face.
The twin on the bottom welcomed her sister's cunt, curled her arms around the descending hips and drew them downward. Gripping the lush buttocks, she burrowed her face into the red snatch. Her jaw was working visibly.
Paul gathered up his clothes and put them on. He half watched the lesbian coupling as he dressed.
When he was through, he walked to the bed and watched the twisting, heaving head-to-crotch meshing. Tenderly, he reached down and stroked the shifting, twisting ass of the girl on top. Neither of them seemed even remotely aware of his existence.
With a shrug, Paul let himself out of the apartment and walked home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jill glanced at the clock and began straightening up her desk. She wondered why she had agreed to go out with Sam. She hadn't seen him since the night she had remembered her defloration. It seemed pointless, considering how she had felt after the last evening.
But it was Friday, and she dreaded the thought of a Friday alone, or a weekend alone, for that matter. It wasn't Sam's fault she didn't feel anything for him. And he was company, and a cock.
"Hello, Baby. Where shall we go?" Sam asked.
"My place," Jill answered, impulsively. "Why bother with all the preliminaries?"
"Uh-yeah, sure," Sam agreed, caught off balance. "Whatever you say!"
Last time they had spent three hours over drinks and dinner. Three long, stupid, boring hours they could have spent screwing. Sam wanted to fuck, and she wanted to fuck, so why the hell bother with the courtship dance?
At her apartment, she locked the door, put the chain on, and flipped her keys onto the telephone table. "You know where the booze is. I'd like a double Scotch on the rocks."
"Right."
Jill wrestled the cushions off the convertible sofa, and unfolded the big bed. She knew Sam had whirled around at the sound of the bed being opened.
She ignored him, and headed for the bathroom. She was unbuttoning her blouse as she went. Five minutes later, her clothes were hanging from the hook on the bathroom door. She surveyed herself in the full-length mirror. Lifting her arms, she watched her full round breasts rise and flatten. She took her comb and fluffed out her light brown pubic hair. After picking one kinky hair out of the comb, she set it aside. She ran her hands down her bare torso, feeling the cool, satin smoothness of her skin, measuring her waist with her fingers.
She reached around and touched the lush roundness of her bottom. She loved its taut firmness. She did a lot of walking and it showed. There were no ripples of fat on her tail or upper thighs. The sight of her backside reminded her of having her anus probed by the man she had picked up in the movie house. Taking a washrag, she carefully bathed between her ass cheeks and down into her crotch. A touch of powder left her feeling clean, fragrant, and ready. She picked up a jar of petroleum jelly and sauntered casually out to the main room of her small apartment.
Sam was lounging on the bed, leaning against the back of the sofa. He had found the pillows and put them on the bed. His eyes widened when he saw she was naked. His eyes tracked her as she walked straight across the room to the bed and climbed on.
She made no attempt to be modest. She felt her breasts swaying heavily as she crawled across the bed on her hands and knees. She settled down next to Sam, and took her drink from him. He was watching her speculatively. She took his hand and guided it to her naked thigh, halfway up from her knee.
Sam finished his drink quickly. The ice chinked noisily back to the bottom of the empty glass. He set it on the end table. "I gotta take a leak," he announced.
"Why don't you get out of your clothes while you're there?" Jill suggested.
"Yeah, sure," Sam agreed as he clambered off the bed.
Jill polished off her drink and set the glass beside Sam's. Then she rearranged the pillows, putting them at one end of the bed. She stretched out parallel to the wall with her head on one, and began to massage her breasts. Her thumbs brushed across her pencil eraser nipples, and she could feel the little points swelling. Her groin felt empty and dry. Spreading her thighs, bending her knees, she began to fondle her pussy with one hand while she continued to play with her breasts with the other. She felt the first, tentative, hot seepings deep in her crotch. Slipping a finger into her vagina, she picked up some of the moisture and spread it over the bud of her clitoris.
Sam came out of the bathroom. She glanced in his direction, but didn't stop playing with herself. He had taken her advice. His cock thrusting out from his black bush, swung from side to side as he walked toward her.
"You're hot tonight," he observed, picking up his glass and nervously draining the few drops of ice water out of it.
Jill licked her lips languidly, as the waves of lust slowly built in her nude body. "I just didn't feel like wasting time. We both know what we want, so why mess around with a fancy dinner, and all that? Right?"
"Yeah, right," he agreed, easing down on the bed beside her. He reached out and touched her breast. His fingers felt hard and dry on her tender tit. Pinching it between thumb and forefinger, he used it to draw her boob into a perfect cone.
Jill sighed softly. She loved the feel of her body warming. She probed deep into her dripping vagina, feeling the wet, slippery folds sliding around her fingertip. With her other hand, she found Sam's rigid pillar of gristle and massaged it. Burning wetness coated her fingers,-making them skid over his hard tower so she couldn't feel the soft skin slipping over the hard core.
Experimenting, she pulled the finger she had in her crotch out of her vagina and probed farther back. She found the knot of her asshole, and touched it gently. The pleasure she got from the shy contact was exquisite. Tentatively, she poked her anus again, wedging the tip of her finger into the opening. The feeling of the tight sphincter being opened was more erotically arousing than the probing of her pussy had been. There was a fantastic sort of itching feeling, but it wasn't in her tad, where her finger was probing, but deep in her guts where only an orgasm could relieve it.
She pressed her finger deeper, and it began to hurt. It was a hard, hot, dry entrance, and the friction was too great for easy, painless penetration. But that was what she had expected. That was why she had brought the petroleum jelly from the bathroom.
There was another consideration, though. If it was that tight, how long would Sam be able to hold out? The last thing in the world that she wanted was for him to come when he was only halfway into her.
"Have you fucked since the last time we were out?" she asked bluntly.
"What the hell kind of a question is that?" Sam snapped.
"Don't get all uptight. I've got a good reason for asking, and it isn't jealously. How long ago was it?"
"Uh, about three nights ago."
"Three nights ago," Jill mused. "Tuesday?"
"Monday."
"That was four nights ago. So you're horny as hell, right?"
"Uh, yeah, right," Sam agreed. "Anything wrong with that? I thought you wanted to fuck."
"I do, I do," Jill assured him, not telling him it was buggering, not fucking, that she had in mind. She didn't want to scare him off. "I just don't want you coming too quickly."
"So, how do you propose to correct that?" Sam asked. "Jesus, Jill, what the hell's gotten into you?"
"I'm a liberated woman," she answered. "I want to make sure I'm satisfied, too. Let's get that first load out of you quick, okay?"
"Sure," he agreed, staring to roll over her.
"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head. "Not down there. Up here."
"Sure!" he agreed, even more eagerly.
"Come on up here," she directed.
He moved up, straddling her torso with his knees. His cock dangled in front of her chin. His balls brushed the base of her throat.
Jill reached over for the other pillow and used it to brace her head up farther. It put her mouth right in front of his cock. The head of it was brushing her lips.
All the lights in the apartment were on. Sam would be able to see every detail of the blow job, which was exactly the way she wanted it.
Gripping the base of his prick, she tipped it to the side, and licked the thick, heavy, clear drop off the end. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous pink glans. His hands gripped the sides of her head, pulling her upward. She brushed them off.
"My show tonight. You won't regret it. Just watch and enjoy."
"Okay," he agreed reluctantly. Holding his phallus in both hands, she caressed it with her lips and tongue, taking just the knobby end of it into her mouth. She was assailed by his taste and aroma as she sucked blood into his prick. Letting her head ease back on the pillows, she let his phallus slide out of her mouth, but kept pressing and squeezing and toying with it with her hands. Her spit made it slippery, but not as slippery as his own secretions did, so she smeared them around the head and down the shaft. As they dried they turned sticky and gummy. But she was always able to get more just by running her finger dp up the dorsal vein, milking his urethra.
She saw his guts tighten when she smeared the hot slipperiness downward from the tip of his prick, down over the place where the glans curled into a V, and pointed up at the smirking slit at the tip. Keeping her thumbs slicked with his liquid, she massaged the nerve bud there, and was rewarded by a burgeoning globule of the clear viscous lubricant. It acted as a magnifier, enlarging her view of the orifice of his penis.
She added the new blob to the thick, slippery film that was already coating her thumbs and his prick.
Then she lifted her head and caressed just the tip of his phallus with her lips, doing it so he could see her doing it. His weight was heavy on her upper chest, and she was conscious of the warm, heavy masses of his balls on her throat. He was sitting up straight, his hands on his strong, hairy thighs, watching her as she fellated and masturbated him.
"I'm going to come." he warned her.
"That's right," she agreed. "You're going to come. You're going to come in my mouth. You're going to come all over my face. You're going to spit that beautiful stuff of yours all over my nose and cheeks and chin and lips, and on my tongue and my teeth." She felt the excitement burn through her as she spelled out in graphic detail what was going to happen.
She felt his ass tighten with carnal need. She knew her words had gotten to him, and increased his lust. She concentrated her slippery thumb massage on the nerve knot just behind the head of his phallus. She stroked and milked that trigger point, keeping her thumbs well greased with his drippings so they slid frictionlessly over his sensitive, nerve-laden flesh. With her lips, she kissed away further oozings, then licked his glans with the tip of her tongue. She did it so he could see exactly what she was doing.
His hips began to squirm and shift on her chest, pushing his cock at her face in a fucking motion. She didn't keep him from thrusting his seething phallus at her, but kept him out of her mouth. Keeping her hands still, she made her fingers into a pseudo-vagina for him. She kept her thumbs working on his flash point, working them in time with his fucking squirming.
"Come," she hissed at him, then licked his prick daintily.
"Come all over me." She licked the tip of his cock again.
"Come, come, come!" She squeezed, pulled on his cock as she was trying to draw the semen out of it.
"Come!" She flashed her thumbs over the firing pin of his prick.
"Come!" She pursed her lips around the head of his phallus and then slid them off it.
She felt his balls tighten up, felt his buttocks clenching, felt his guts tensing. He jabbed his cock through her clutching fingers. The rubbery tip of his organ jabbed her in the face. She massaged his nerve knot, bringing him to the blazing flash point. His cock pulsed. A searing spurt of semen jetted from the tip, spattered her forehead, drooled down the bridge of her nose. She watched his prick erupt, spatter thick blobs of pearly come. She pressed the nerve bundle at the base of his glans, tightening the urethra. His jettings responded with still greater range and power. Opening her lips, she caught some of it on the roof of mouth, her tongue and teeth. She closed her mouth and his jettings sprayed her lips and cheeks, spattering her features with thick gooeyness.
Her vagina fountained in a sympathetic orgasm, convulsing and clutching and clenching, sending searing waves of sexual pleasure roaring up through her body. Her ankles crossed and locked, she squeezed her legs tight together and wrung the last drops of pleasure out of her orgasm.
Sam's coming faded, from powerful, long-ranging spurtings to slow, heavier pulsations that oozed from the tip of his prick and streamed down over her working, squeezing, milking thumbs. Curling her tongue under his phallus, she licked up his thick fluid, savored the' heavy, salty taste. His orgasm faded to spasmodic squeezings, to quivers, to trembling retreat. She licked his cock clean and then let it go. It bowed its head and nuzzled her throat, then retreated over Sam's balls.
Sam was staring down at her. She wondered if she could shock him at this point. She wondered if she could shock herself, for that matter. She knew exactly what she was going to have him do later. Her anus clenched and unclenched at the thought of it.
Deliberately, she smeared his come over her face with her sticky hands. She felt his semen drying on her warm flesh, forming and itchy crust.
"The hormones are good for the complexion," she explained.
"Yeah, sure," Sam said dubiously. He heaved himself off her chest and sat beside her on the bed.
"Don't worry, I'll wash it off before you kiss me again," she told him, sensing that she had gone a bit too far. "Right now, how about getting us each another drink? Then I'd rustle up something to eat."
He looked at her questioningly.
"Don't worry," she said, "that was just the preliminaries. The main event is yet to come. You ain't seen nothin' yet."
As he went to refill their glasses, she swiveled around and leaned against the back of the couch. She stretched her legs straight out in front of herself and crossed her ankles.
"Here," Sam said, handing her her drink. "Thanks." She took a big gulp of the Scotch, and swirled it around in her mouth to wash away the taste of come. Her nose was still filled with the smell from the semen that had dried on her face.
"You upset?" she asked.
"No. Just surprised."
"So am I. Just seemed like a good idea."
"It was," he acknowledged.
"Would you like to do it again?"
"Yes. Christ, yes."
"Good," she purred. "But not tonight. Want to know what I want you to do after dinner?"
"I guess so."
"I want you to put your cock up my ass."
He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The way his drained prick shifted and swelled was answer enough.
"I want to take your cock right up my tush," she went on, loving the effect her words had on him. Her vagina contracted with excitement.
"After dinner," she continued. "I'm going to have you grease up my asshole, and I'm going to grease up your cock. Then I am going to bend over, with you behind me. You'll put the tip of that wonderful prick of yours right on my tail hole and ram it right up into my rectum. Then you'll bugger the shit out of me, and come in my ass."
Sam didn't answer. He was clutching his glass so hard his fingertips were white from the pressure. He sipped tensely. His face was shiny with sweat. His cock was half hard. It lay against one of his hairy thighs.
"Think about it," she urged, "while I get dinner for us. Think how it'll feel to cram that tool of yours up into my nice, tight asshole. While you think about that, I'm going to think about how that big cock is going to stretch my anus and push clear into me."
She got off the bed and went into the kitchenette. Her hands shook as she shredded lettuce for the salad. She thought of the come still on her fingers, then snorted at the idea of washing her hands. Hadn't she already taken his stuff down her throat? Her face felt itchy. While the dinner was cooking, she went to the bathroom and washed her face, then carefully repaired her make-up. She also combed her pubic bush again.
They ate on the bed. Not having planned the evening in advance, Jill had had only hot dogs on hand, and was glad Sam didn't protest. She hadn't thought about the suggestiveness of the meat until, sitting cross-legged with her plate on her nude lap, she noticed one of her hot dogs was aimed right into her. Spearing it with her fork, she dipped one end in the mustard, then showily sucked off the mustard as if she were sucking a cock.
Sam grinned at her tensely. His eyes kept darting down to her exposed pussy. His cock was stiff and hard, thrusting up from his crotch like a telephone pole. It looked frighteningly huge.
Jill wasn't particularly hungry. She set her plate aside. She was horny, and a little frightened. Reaching down, she spread her pussy lips open. Then she pushed the hot dog into her gaping hole, feeling it press her juicy folds apart. Sliding it in as far as the fork would allow, she held the hot dog and pulled the fork out of it. Then, she slid the hot dog almost all the way into her pussy and left it there. The end of it stuck out.
A muscle along the angle of Sam's jaw was jumping as he stared at the end of the pink frankfurter sticking out of Jill's brown bush. Jill leaned back on her arms, arching her back to stretch it. Her breasts stood up proudly. The hot dog felt like a small cock in her cunt.
Sam finished his last wiener.
"Still hungry?" she asked softly.
"Yeah," he answered, eyeing the one sticking out of her crotch.
"So, eat it." she suggested. She unfolded her legs and straightened them out in a vee and aimed the open end at Sam.
Sam swallowed noisily. He got to his knees. His cock dangled down from his hairy crotch. As he lowered his head toward Jill's crotch, she eased back and tilted her pelvis so the end of the hot dog was pointed up.
His nose inches from her snatch, Sam bit off the end of the hot dog. She felt the part of it that was inside her tremble and jerk.
The word "castration" flickered through her mind as she watched Sam.
Dipping his head, he bit off another inch, cutting it so close to her that he tugged her pubic hair. Pausing to pick one curling brown hair out of his mouth, he chewed and swallowed.
Jill was disappointed that sitting the way she was, with Sam kneeling between her spread legs, she couldn't see his cock. She wanted to watch that monster weapon. She kept thinking that when the meal was over, it was going to be violating her asshole.
Sam used his tongue to tease the hot dog out of her far enough to get another bite. He nipped it off right next to her labia, leaving just the stub of it clasped between her fleshy lips. She could feel it but not see it. As she waited for him to finish what he had in his mouth and remove the last morsel from her snatch, Jill admired the long, smooth, graceful line of her bare thighs, the brushy trapezoid of her pussy, the flawless expanse of her belly.
Sam bent over. He curled his tongue into her slit. His nose pressed into her hair. Scooping under the hot dog with his tongue, he lifted it into his mouth. When he finished it, he eyed her speculatively.
"Dessert?" she asked, pointing at her pussy.
"Fine for you," he answered, "but what's in it for me?"
"Sweetmeat," she answered giddily. "Don't worry, you'll get yours. But try me, you'll like me."
His rump high in the air, Sam bowed to her wish, and eased his face into her crotch. His tongue bored into her vagina. She moaned softly. Leaning back on her arms, she stared down at her crotch as Sam pressed his handsome face into her brown bush, probed as deeply as he could with his tongue. She felt him wiggle his tongue in the folds of her pussy, triggering a flood of secretions.
"I did you earlier," she moaned between waves of pleasure. "Now it's my turn."
Sam's nose bored into her juicy folds, pressing the nub of her clit. Her hips writhed and pushed at his face. He ripped his tongue out of her vagina, then rammed it back into her, and worked his jaws against her as he tried to touch bottom in her.
"My clit," Jill moaned. "Find my clit and suck it."
Obediently, Sam shifted his attention higher, dragging his tongue up her pulpy slit. His lips searched blindly between her wet petals, then found her mini-penis. They closed around the short stub, and Jul lurched with pleasure. He sucked on her clitoris until she thought it was going to be torn out by the roots. Then, holding it immobilized with his lips, he battered it with the tip of his tongue.
She came, a glittering, sparkling orgasm that made her body arch and her hips strain. It was as if they were searching blindly for something to fill her cunt. She fountained fluid over Sam's face as he devoured her clit. Only when she sagged limply on her back, drained and exhausted did he back away from her snatch. His face was shiny with her fluids.
'I'll go wash my face," he muttered.
"No," Jill said quickly. "I want to taste me on you." She hauled him up between her spread legs. Her lips met his and she bored her tongue into his musky, sex-flavored mouth. His cock jabbed at her. She twisted her hips to keep him from ramming his over-stimulated prick into her streaming vagina. That wasn't where she wanted it.
Kicking one leg, she rolled them to their sides. Then she broke free and pushed him over on his back. She looked at him, surveyed his lean, hairy body, his towering, engorged, ready phallus. The purplish bulb was throbbing with impatience. The thought of having that tower up her tail frightened and excited her. She remembered the pain when her anus was violated by just a finger, and considered backing down. Then she remembered the pleasure that finger had stirred in her seething guts, and she resolved to get buggered.
"Now we're down to the main event," she informed him, reaching for the jar of grease.
Unscrewing the lid, she scooped out a big gob of the pale jelly and put it on the tip of his phallus. Slowly and carefully, she spread it over his organ, down over the glans, then the pale, ridged shaft. Returning to the jar from time to time for more petroleum jelly, she made certain every inch of his organ was thickly coated. When she was finished, it was shinier, stiffer, and harder and readier than she had ever seen it.
She shoved the jar over to him. "Now me."
Sam took the petroleum jelly dubiously. Jill deliberately got to her hands and knees and angled her lush, pale bottom at him. Reaching back, she spread her ass cheeks to him, exposed the heart of her crack, and the brown pucker of her asshole.
"Grease my crack first," she said hoarsely, feeling gross and vulgar and loving it.
She watched Sam scoop up a glob of lubricant. It felt delightfully cool when he applied it to the top of her ass crack. Then it warmed and softened. He smeared it down between the cheeks. He oiled her crack down to a fraction of an inch from her anus, then stopped, as if waiting for instructions.
"My asshole," Jill whispered. "Put some on the outside of it first."
The delicate, shy pressure of his finger sent a shiver of pleasure through her. She felt the cool grease warm and soften as he spread it around. She felt her asshole spasm briefly.
"Now put some on your finger and stick your finger into me," she instructed. "Get me ah greasy inside."
She braced herself for the boring thrust into her guts. It came, and with it a slow, seeping growing, flaming ecstasy. He was violating her tight, resisting anal sphincter! There was a subtle sensation of pressure in her guts from the piston-like action of his big finger.
God! If there was the pleasure from one finger, what was it going to feel like to take that fantastic phallus of his? As cocks went, Sam's wasn't the biggest she had ever seen. But on the other hand, she had never had one up her ass.
"More grease up my ass," she groaned softly, not because she wanted more grease, but because she wanted to feel his finger sliding in and out of her asshole.
Obediently, Sam complied. Her anus closed behind it when he pulled his finger out. She was amazed that she could actually feel the grease on her sphincter when the muscle tried to seal itself tight. Then he was augering his finger back up into her, and the pleasure was building again. Her anal ring went into a series of convulsions. A mini-orgasm flashed through her as she knelt there with her tad in the air.
"Now your cock," she whispered. "Oh, Jesus, now your cock."
His finger exited again. She rested her forehead on her arms and braced herself for the assault. She felt the bed shifting as he moved up behind her. There was a gentle touch on her anus that made it clench defensively. She fought to loosen it for him.
He pushed at her. There was pleasure, and a sensation of pressure. The pleasure grew, and the pressure, and she felt her anal ring slowly opening before his drive. It was an out-of-this-world incredibly pleasure-filled feeling, her anus being slowly pried open by the rounded cone of Sam's cock head. That gut-knotting itch was growing and intensifying as her asshole was slowly dilated by his prick.
"More," she moaned, even though she knew damn well he wasn't going to stop now. "Oh, Jesus, give me more!"
The pressure increased, and she felt her hole opening further, and further as he thrust steadily into her. The tip of his greased cock started sliding through her well-lubricated orifice. The pleasure built steadily as he powered his cock into her, and then there was a stinging pain as her tight ring of muscle began to stretch to accommodate his phallus. But the stinging pain was pleasant, too. It was a weird feeling-like when a little-used muscle is forced to its limit and glories in its newfound ability.
Then there was a slipping, snapping jolt that sent a bolt of fear ripping through Jill. For a moment, she thought something had broken. But she realized quickly that she would be in screaming agony if that was the case. She reached back. Her anal ring had eased into the groove behind his glans. The maximum distension was over. She digested the knowledge with a mixture of relief and regret.
Her rectum was slowly being filled with phallus, and any feeling other than gross, gut-knotting ecstasy became impossible. There was a wonderful burning friction as his greased pole slid through her anus, and a reverse shitting sensation, and a marvelous full feeling. There was a flicker of pain. She angled her ass to improve the angle of her rectum. His prick slid smoothly into her tight, velvety, clinging sheath. His hands were bruising her waist as he clutched and steadied her for his thrust.
She felt as if she were being slowly stuffed, and it went on and on and on. She grew more and more glutted with his stiff, hot, heavy erection. At last his hips pressed hard against her soft ass, and she realized that he had his entire cock in her rectum.
She came just from the knowledge, her vagina spasming stupidly as if it had the load and not her ass. Her anal muscle was too stretched to do anything.
"Don't move," she grunted. "Oh, sweet God, don't move. Ahhh, that is so good!" For a long time she just savored the endless waves of her orgasm. At last they began to fade away.
"Okay," she sighed. "Go ahead."
She felt him draw out. It felt a little as if she were crapping, only there was a sucking, pulling feeling instead of a pressing, pushing feeling. Her anal ring burned as his cock withdrew.
For a moment she was afraid he was drawing out too far. Her bowels felt empty. But he stopped, and then began boring back into her colon. The fullness grew, and the pleasure, and the burning friction, and the orgasmic itch. His hips hammered up against her ass and his balls swung forward and slapped her.
Opening her eyes, she looked back under her body, past her quivering, swaying breasts. She noticed her nipples were erect and distended. She looked down to her pussy. The fluffy brown fuzz was wet and kinky. His strong legs were twin columns between her pale thighs. His balls hung down heavdy below his cock. She couldn't see his shining tower. He drove back into her again, and she watched his testicles swing forward, felt them bounce off her cunt.
Reaching back under herself, Jill slipped her fingers into her streaming cunt. She pressed them into her vagina, and found that it was pinched shut by the cock up her butt. Driving her fingers into the blocked pas sage triggered still another flickering orgasm, a pulsating peak of magnificent pleasure.
Sam pistoned his cock in her tight hole. She knew that the friction on his phallus had to be fantastic. If he had not come once already, he probably would have come as soon as he had gotten halfway into her. She hoped he would be able to go on forever, moving in and out, in and out, making her tail flame with pleasure. She loved the alternating full/empty feel in her bowels, the shitting and reverse shitting sensation as his cock left and came back again and again.
From her last orgasm she was building still higher to a more exquisite plain of sexual pleasure. She was going to come like she never had before if the buggering went on much longer. She crammed her fingers into her fountaining pussy, mashed her thumb down on her clit and massaged it to a paste, and rocked her pelvis, stirring his phallus in her rectum.
Sam was moving quicker and harder. "Going to come," he grunted hoarsely. "Christ, am I ever going to come!"
"Yeah," Jill panted. "Come, Sam, come. Come in my butt. Come in my butt! Come in my butt!!"
He slammed against her so hard she felt the shock of it ripple up through her abdomen. She felt his cock convulsing, swelling and contracting in her rectal sleeve as it spurted thick gobbets of his sperm deep into her bowels. The feeling of his tool jerking and spasming inside her brought her to a scintillating climax, a convulsive orgasm that pulsed in time with his jettings. Her entire gut joined in the convulsion and she felt her vagina spasming around her fingers as it tried to flood them out.
The pleasure had to end, and it did. His cock began to drain, and her rectal muscles drove it out in a spasming, reflexive contraction. Jill slid slowly forward onto the bed, feeling his come oozing, chilly, from her anus as her rectal ring tried to close. It seemed to have forgotten how, it had been stretched wide open for so long. Sam collapsed on top of her.
When she felt strong enough, Jill eased out from under him. "Let's take a shower," she suggested, tottering to the bathroom on stilt-like legs.
Under the pounding water, they lathered each other, sliding their hands over each other's warm bodies. When she paid special attention to his sofled cock, she was surprised that it rose to attention yet again. She rinsed it carefully, then knelt in front of him. With the water pounding down on her head, running down over her face and into her eyes, she drew his cock into her mouth.
While he guided her, she began to suck his swollen organ. His hands tangled in her wet hair as he moved her head back and forth. His hips began to thrust in opposition, ramming his cock to the back of her mouth, slamming it down her throat.
Jill curled her hands around his hard ass and pried her fingers into the crack. She pulled on his hips to urge him deeper into her mouth. Sucking and working her tongue, she fought to bring him off in her mouth. She reached out and fondled his testicles.
He began to come, to spurt hot fluid straight down her throat. She took his load, and felt her own body respond with a vague, diffuse orgasm. A soft wave of pleasure spread through her as the hot water of the shower streamed down over her naked body.
When it was all over, she stood up and let the water rinse her clean. Her guts were swimming in come. She stepped out of the shower and dried off. When Sam reached for his clothes, something fell to the floor. Reflexively, Jill bent to pick it up, and froze. A pretty black-haired woman and two children were staring up at her from the open wallet.
Numbly, she leaned over and picked it up slowly. She knew, without asking, that it was Sam's wife and children. She handed him the wallet and walked out of the bathroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul wasn't quite sure how he had gotten into the situation, but he was sitting across the room, watching Graham slowly unbutton Ann's blouse. He hadn't seen Ann and Graham since he'd moved out of the apartment across the hall from them.
He sipped his drink and wrestled with himself. The front door was right there. Probably he should just get up and walk out. Somehow, though, he didn't think that was what they expected him to do. They knew he was there. Dinner hadn't been served yet. Ann and Graham had started cuddling and necking during cocktails. Gradually, it had grown more and more intimate. Ann had eased her hand into Graham's lap and gripped the bulge of his erection as he began to unbutton her chic blouse. Now the blouse was spread back and showed the slope of one breast. The rest of it was covered by Graham's hand.
Ann broke the sucking kiss and reached for her drink. "How's your job coming, Paul?" she asked, her dark eyes glittering. Her fingers moved restlessly over Graham's still-concealed prick.
Paid tried, not particularly successfully, to be casual.
He shifted to ease his own hard-on. "Oh, okay," he said hoarsely.
"Mmmmm," Ann purred as Graham nibbled on her throat. His hands were spreading her blouse wider, exposing her breasts. Her hand closed on his phallus. A damp stain was slowly growing on the dark fabric of his pants.
Ann let him strip her blouse off, let him strip her to the waist. Her torso was lean, almost hard. Her breasts, minimal mounds, could have been outranked by a muscle builder's pectorals. Her small dark nipples were stiff, hard and prominent, responsive in a way no man's could ever be.
Those dark points were responding to Graham's skillful manipulation of them. He pinched them hard enough, it looked like, to cause pain. But only lust showed on Ann's face. Without looking, she was unbuttoning Graham's shirt.
The sight of the two bare torsos sent Paul's frustrated lust boiling higher. He wondered if they had any idea what they were doing to him. Obviously, they were aware he was watching. Ann glanced at him now and then. Her eyes were bright with passion. Clearly, she enjoyed having him watch.
Graham lowered his head, and closed his lips on one of Ann's little tits. Her chest heaved convulsively. She curled her fingers in Graham's soft, brown hair, pulled him hard against her chest. As he sucked on her tit, his hands were busy at the waist of her tight slacks. When he ran the zipper down, the slacks opened in a V, showing her trim, flat belly, the dark pit of her navel, and her white lace panties. When Graham tugged the slacks down, she lifted her boyish hips helpfully. The rest of her panties came into view. The dark mass of her pubic hair shadowed the lace. A few wayward strands had escaped along the pale insides of her thighs. Her mons thrust against the hugging lace. She squirmed her long, graceful legs against each other in blatant, sexy sinuosity.
Her lips moved, and Graham looked over at Paul. "Don't worry, you'll get your turn," he told their guest.
Paul was dazed by the announcement. He had known Ann and Graham for two years, and nothing like this had ever happened before.
Ann lay back on the couch. Graham stood over her, unfastened his trousers and dropped them. As he stepped free, he hauled his overloaded underpants down and revealed his tall, pale-skinned phallus. It stood out proudly from his light-brown pubic patch.
Ann reached up and curled her fingers around his shaft. Her artistic, delicate hand caressed the big tower of hot meat.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked Paul softly.
Paul had never thought of cocks in quite that way. It was a penis, a stiff piece of meat, pale-shafted, pink-capped. It was uncircumcised. The foreskin formed a cuff that Ann pulled up over the glans, then pushed back again.
She lifted her hips and let Graham ease her panties down, let him bare her thick black pubic bush, her prominent mons. Her belly was trim and flat, the wing bones of her pelvis prominent. She let one foot trail down to the floor, but kept the other on the couch. Paul had an unobstructed view of her snatch.
"He's going to put it in me now, you know," Ann informed Paul slowly. "He's going to put his cock in my cunt, and it's going to feel so good. Big, and hot, and hard. He's going to fuck me."
Paul kept thinking that it was impossible, that they were going to ask him to leave. But they didn't. Ann was nude. Graham was nude. Both were completely exposed to him, both were in a state of acute sexual arousal. Graham's fully erect cock stood out from his groin at an angle. Ann's tits were stiff and hard and sharp. Her oozing crotch gaped open.
Ann milked a glittering drop from Graham's ready phallus and smeared the shining liquid over the pink knob. She looked away from Paul in order to admire the prick in her hand. She licked her lips. Her big, dark eyes seemed larger than ever.
Graham leaned forward and put a finger in his wife's pussy. He watched her face as he drilled his finger up into her seething vagina. He wiggled his hand in her crotch, and watched the lust flash across her face.
Ann's tongue licked out, curled along her lips. She spread her thighs still further. The tendons were standing out, she had opened her crotch so wide. Paul could see where her labia was spread by Graham's finger. He could see her slippery pink inner petals embracing Graham's hand.
"See?" Ann asked softly. "Can you see? I'm all hot, and wet and ready for him. I'm getting his hand ah slippery and soaking. But what I really want is his cock! I want that big, heavy prick of his to pump in and out of me until it squirts and squirts and squirts." She looked up at the man finger-fucking her. "Come on, fuck me. Put it in me and fuck me!"
Graham eased himself down between her gaping thighs. Pulling his drenched hand out of her twat, he gripped the base of his cock and guided it into her snatch.
Ann looked over at Paul as the tip of Graham's cock entered her. "After he does me," she said, her voice choked with passion, "I want you to fuck me, PauL After he pumps his come into my vagina, I want you to pour your load into me. I want to swim in come, want to float away on a creamy, pearly sea of semen."
Graham wiggled his prick in her hot, black nest, setding the head in her hole.
Ann never took her eyes off Paul. It was as if she wanted to make sure that he was watching. "Come over here, closer," she urged Paul. "Come over and watch Graham's prick slip into me."
Paul heaved himself out of his chair and tottered across the room. To reject her invitation he would have to be a eunuch, or dead. The fact that he had always wanted to have Ann was increasing his excruciating agony. Her slender, dark-eyed, high-fashion-model beauty had fascinated and attracted him from the first time he had met her. His gentlemanly instincts had kept him from making a play for her.
Now she was forcing him to watch as she took her husband's cock. It was damn near more than Paul could stand.
He knelt on the floor by the couch, his face six inches from Ann's sleek bare thigh. He stared at her crotch. He saw how her bulging, hairy labia was split by Graham's big phallus. He saw how her inner lips, distended with lust, were caressing Graham's rigid pole. Paul saw how Graham's ivory shaft was sliding deep into Ann's clinging vagina with a steady pumping motion.
Paul's prick drooled its thick hunger into his constricting pants. He shifted awkwardly to make his cock more comfortable.
"Take them off...." Ann hissed. Her voice trailed off into a sigh of pleasure as her husband worked his cock deeper into her. "Take your pants off, Paul, so you'll be all ready for me."
Without taking his gaze off the phallus in Ann's pussy, Paul began tearing at his clothes. He was naked by the time Graham's wiry hips were nestled in the wide V of Ann's thighs. Paul's cock was humming with lust. It felt as if it might burst it was so engorged.
Graham began to move. He drew his cock out of her. It emerged, pale, sculptured, shining with her secretions. It tugged her pink folds out as it emerged from her twat. He stopped with just the head of his organ in her hot socket, then drove it back in with a steady, slow thrust that was an exercise m self-control Paul was sure that if-no-when he was in the same position, he would rape his cock into her, cram it into her with a quick brutal drive of his hips.
Graham was displaying incredible restraint. Holding himself up off Ann so their guest could see everything, he eased his towering erection into his wife. Ann's hips lifted to meet his drive. Her tight buttocks flexed visibly, the muscles in her thighs strained as she took her husband's pillar into her guts.
"Soo big," Ann sighed. "Is yours that big, Paul? I'll bet yours is even bigger. Think how it's going to feel to have your cock in me. Think how tight, and hot, and wet, and velvety my cunt will feel as you slide your prick into it. Aww. Can't talk-anymore. Ahhh. I'm going to come-in a minute. And then you'll make me come again. Aww!" Her voice trailed off as Graham rammed his cock deep into her again.
Graham was moving harder and faster now. His hard ass flexed as he pistoned his phallus in her streaming pussy. His pubic arch slammed against hers, his brown bush tangled with her thick, black one. His arms were trembling with the strain. He let them collapse. His wiry torso crashed down on hers, mangling her diminutive breasts against her chest. He humped his hips. Paul leaned forward trying to see better. No good So he moved. From down by Graham's legs, Paul could look up between his friend's hairy thighs and see his balls and the base of his cock. Paul could see where the big cock drilled into Ann's hole, see her juicy folds being tugged and twisted. He could even see the puckered button of Ann's asshole. A few stringy twists of black hair, drenched with her oozings, curled around it.
Graham moved faster and faster, whipping his phallus into her searing hole, pounding her clit to a blaze of pleasure. His balls rolled and joggled and bounced as he rammed into her again and again and again. Ann folded her legs up, curled her feet behind Graham's heaving back. Her hips lurched and jumped in opposition to his, and then she came. The muscles in her body knotting, she clung to Graham like a monkey clings to a storm-tossed tree. Her buttocks knotted, and the flow of liquid from her cunt swelled, became a glistening flood, and streamed down over her anus.
Graham's balls hunched uptight against the base of his phallus. They pulsed, his cock jerked and he pumped thick creamy waves of come deep into Ann's vagina.
For a long, joint-cracking, muscle-straining minutes, the couple clung together. Then Ann slumped. Graham's penis continued its convulsive twitching. Paul held himself frozen, poised to leap into the breach the moment it was offered. He was terrified that the chance would be snatched away from him.
Then Graham moved aside and Paul's target was in view, a gleaming, pink-petaled flower in the heart of a soaked, black pelt. Without even thinking about it, Paul got up on the couch, and knelt between her slender, gaping thighs. A glittering drop of lubricant drooled down from the tip of his cock, into her thick bush, linking her to him with a shining, beaded, spider-web strand.
Deliberately, Ann gathered the shining thread of his seepings on one finger, then licked it clean, slowly, sensuously.
"Put it in me," she urged. "Ram that hot tool of yours right up into my guts. Do it so Graham can see it go in. Do it so he can watch it fill his woman's pussy. Do it so you can feel his hot come in my cunt! Do it now."
Paul did it. He did it with a torturous slowness that was torment for him, for the woman under him, and for the man watching. Where Graham had entered her with a pumping, jerking motion, Paul used a steady, even thrust. He watched the desire flash across Ann's face as he felt her hot tunnel embrace his cock. He held himself up off her slender body just as Graham had. His hips sagged down and forward to thrust his organ into her. He felt the blazing walls of her vagina, slippery with semen and come, burn past his prick.
He stopped when the full length of his phallus was sunk in her hole. Her wet walls felt like a second skin.
The head burrowed blindly against the end of her vagina. He paused while his balls spasmed on the verge of an orgasm, waited until the pulsations died away and he slipped back from the brink of a climax.
"He's in me, Graham," Ann announced. "He's stuffing me with his big prick."
Paul had the feeling that her comments were more to remind him of the watching husband than to taunt Graham. Paul drew his prick out of the velvety sheath and then forced it back in. His body hit Ann's. There was a sticky slapping sound as her over-stimulated tissues met his hard groin.
Lowering himself onto her, he crushed her into the couch. He humped his cock in and out of her twat, feeling his nerves burst into flame from the friction. He clutched her, digging his fingers into her ribs. Her nipples felt like two pebbles grinding into his chest. He couldn't even feel her minimal breasts. Her skin was slick with perspiration. Her crotch was drenched. Her belly slid sensuously against his.
Burrowing his head down next to hers, he concentrated on fucking her as skillfully as he knew how. He felt as if he was engaged in some sort of carnal contest with Graham. He felt Graham watching them closely. The springs of the couch protested every drive.
Paul felt his semen pooling in his guts and speeded his thrusts, urging himself toward a flaming peak. At the same time, he was aware of Ann heaving under him, lurching and thrusting as she drove herself to a second orgasm. Her vaginal walls clenched around his organ as he heaved it into her belly. His peak was drawing close.
"Come," Ann hissed in his ear. "Come in me like a geyser. Pump me full of thick cream." She spurred him on, dug her heels into the small of his back.
He was doing everything in his power to come. He was slamming his shaft into her in quick, sharp jolting drives. He knew he was cracking her clit like a nut with every thrust.
She was grunting now, hard, sharp, puffing grunts as her orgasm approached. The pitch of her grunts rose higher and higher as the muscles in her lithe body knotted with pleasure. Then she was arching under him, moaning in his ear as she climaxed. Her vagina spasmed and milked his prick.
He began to come. The muscular chambers in his groin knotted with pleasure, pumped their thick load the length of his twitching phallus. Steaming spatters of semen burst from the tip of his prick, hit the end of her vagina and pressured back down around his phallus. His buttocks convulsed and his toes knotted as he unloaded his pent-up come into her willing hole.
Paul's climax faded to a delectable ache of carnal exhaustion. He savored the feel of empty, exhausted reservoirs, the feel of her slight bpdy under his, and the contented, exhausted panting in his ear. The room smelled of sex and perspiration.
"Drink, anyone?" Graham asked, breaking the languid silence diplomatically. It was a dramatic display of cool, Paul thought as he heaved himself up off Ann and accepted the proffered glass. Ann didn't move except to drag a pillow under her head. She remained sprawled on the couch with her ravished pussy exposed. A glistening strand of fluid gleamed along one thigh. It had been trailed there by Paul's cock as he had climbed off her.
Graham was sitting in an easy chair. His feet were flat on the floor. His legs were apart, and his cock and balls hung down comfortably between his hairy thighs. "What about dinner, darling?" he asked, as if nothing unusual had happened.
"Pizza?" Ann suggested tentatively.
"Fine with me," Graham agreed. "Is it all right with you, Paul?"
"Fine," Paul agreed, trying to be as nonchalant about everything as they were. He couldn't keep his eyes off Ann. He had dreamed of seeing her like this. Now he had not only seen her, he had had her. The reality of it had exceeded his fondest imaginings.
Graham dialed the local pizzeria and placed their order. As they waited for the pizza to come, Graham got out beer and napkins. Paul kept waiting for his hosts to start dressing, or at least put on their bathrobes. He thought of getting his own clothes on, but didn't want to make the first move. Presumably, Ann and Graham knew what they were doing. Ann hadn't even moved. She was still lying on the couch, with her legs spread.
When the doorbell sounded, Paul was the only one who jumped. Graham got up and strolled to the door. His naked prick jiggled limply with each step. Ann stayed the way she was. Paul put a magazine over his lap. The slick paper felt cold against his suddenly developing erection.
"Hi," Graham greeted the delivery boy. "Come on in, I've got to get the money out."
The boy carrying the flat pizza box was about sixteen, and obviously Italian. His olive skin gleamed as he looked at the three of them. There was hot interest in his eyes, but no real surprise. He set the pizza on the table near the door. Graham was getting money out of his wallet. The boy surveyed Ann's slender nudity. There was a stirring under the stained white apron he was wearing.
"I'll pay for the pie," Graham announced. "Ann, Dear, why don't you take care of the tip?"
"Certainly, Graham, darling," she agreed, sitting up.
The boy's erection became even more noticeable. The apron was pushed out like he had a pole under it. He moved closer to Ann, as if he knew what was expected.
Ann lifted the apron and revealed his monster hard-on. He had had his fly open under the concealing white curtain, had had his penis out. Now it towered out from his body, dusky-headed, pale-shafted. A few kinks of his thick black pubic patch decorated the base of his phallus where it emerged from his fly.
With Graham and Paul looking on, Ann gripped the pale column of meat and kissed it, rounding her mouth around the brutal knob. Pushing her head forward, she took the rigid, ready prick deep into her mouth. Her jaw worked and her cheeks caved in as she sucked on the massive tool. The pressure of her lips pushed the skin of his penis into a mass of wrinkles. When she-pulled her head back, the skin smoothed out again.
Paul's erection shoved against the concealing magazine impatiently. Seething excitement knotted his guts as he watched Ann's skillful fellatio, feasted his eyes on her slender nudity. Making the act even more erotic was the contrast between Ann's aristocratic beauty and the delivery boy's grubby attire.
Ann held his phallus delicately between thumb and forefinger and moved her head forward and back. The boy's hips were shifting impatiently, driving his prick at her face with a fucking motion. His muscular buttocks were clenching visibly in his tight jeans. He stared down at the woman sucking his cock. He licked his lips as she drew on his tool. Beads of sweat glittered on his olive forehead, in the sparse beginner's mustache on his upper lip.
Ann's eyes closed as she drew on the big phallus. She was working to get more and more of it into her mouth, ramming it down her throat. She was tipping her head back to get her throat more in line with her mouth. Her breasts, small as they were, jiggled and quivered as she jerked forward and back. Her throat was dilated by the head of the cock jamming down it. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled and exhaled quickly between thrusts. Saliva gleamed on her chin and his prick as she sucked it vigorously.
Paid fought the urge to curl his hands around his own rigid phallus and masturbate. He noted that Graham had an erection again, too. Graham's light brown eyes glittered. They were fastened on his wife's cock-ravished face. Paul thought absently that the pizza was getting cold.
He kept his eyes on Ann's vigorous pumping. The slender woman was jamming her face forward, now, cramming the boy's organ down her throat with brutal force. His hips were driving in opposition to her moves. His hands gripped her head, urging her to take him deeper and deeper. There was no sign she was resisting him, no sign that she was gagging. Undisguised lust contorted her features as she sucked the boy's prick.
The phallus between her lips seemed to swell. The boy slammed his hips into her face. His hands dragged her head down on his towering prick and held her there. His organ was cutting off her air supply, it was jammed so far down in her throat. Then the visible portion of his cock pulsed as he began to spurt into her. Ann's throat worked as she swallowed. Her Adam's apple bobbed in the slender, graceful column of her throat as she took the thick load. Her face twisted with passion as she absorbed the teenager's copious spoutings.
After the first few convulsive spasms of the boy's cock, she pushed back and her nose flared as she sucked in a breath of air. She kept the spurting organ in her mouth, collecting the semen on her tongue, then swallowing it. She drew, on the penis, encouraging the orgasm, prolonging it, dragging every morsel of come she could from his groin. The phallus gave a few last convulsive leaps and then, reluctantly, subsided. It shriveled, then jerked, then shrank more, then lurched upward like an animal in its death throes. After one last weak shudder it fell limp. The head was still in Ann's mouth.
After licking it clean, she released the drained knob, let the foreskin slide back over the purple glans. Gently, she tucked the withered sausage of flesh back into the boy's pants and zipped his fly up. Then she pulled the apron back down.
"Here you are," Graham announced, holding out the money for the pizza.
"Thanks," the boy replied casually, taking the money and sauntering to the front door. Then he was gone. The door closed behind him with a click.
Paul was stunned. It had been only five minutes since the youth entered the apartment Obviously, from the prepared state he had been in, this was a common occurrence. It was no wonder Ann and Graham got such good service from the pizzeria.
"Let's eat, shall we?" Ann suggested brightly.
The pizza on the coffee table, they sat around on the floor. Paul and Graham leaned back against the couch, their legs out in front of them, their pricks at crazy angles because of their erections. Ann sat across from them, cross-legged, so her pussy gaped wide. For a time, all they did was eat. Paul had no idea what to say anyway.
His bewilderment, or whatever, increased near the end of the meal when Ann began to play with herself as she ate. Holding a rolled-up wedge of pizza in one hand, she massaged her clit with her other. Her fingers played around the pink heart of her crotch.
The empty beer can in Paul's hand caved in. He tried to take his eyes off Ann, but couldn't. She was so damnably pretty. She ran one slender, dainty finger back and forth over the skinny stiffness of her gleaming clitoris. Just below her dancing fingertip he could see the dot of her urethra. Below that was the beckoning orifice of her vagina. It was gleaming brightly in the light from behind him. Her crotch was framed by thick black curls, curls that were sticky and stringy.
Paul's erection drooled onto his thigh. His balls were getting ready to unload again, even though it seemed inconceivable that he'd have another chance at Ann. But then, what had happened already was inconceivable.
"Have you ever buggered anyone?" Graham asked in his crisp, pleasant voice. "Huh?"
"Oh, Graham!" Ann said, giggling.
"Have you ever buggered anyone?" Graham repeated placidly. "Have you ever let a woman have it in the bottom?"
"No," Paul admitted, feeling stupid and inexperienced.
"I'll go get the lubricant," Ann announced, bouncing up eagerly and darting out of the room.
"I need to go to the John," Paul stammered, suddenly aware of his bursting bladder.
"Help yourself. But don't take too long."
"Be with you in a moment," Paul told Ann self-consciously as he brushed past her. Her bare skin seemed to scald his when they touched.
In a few minutes he was back. After peeing, he had taken the time to wash the crust of come off his phallus. His erection was huge, and his balls were quivering in anticipation.
Ann was on her knees, on the floor next to Graham. Both of them were waiting for him. Paul was painfully conscious of his heavy hard-on as he crossed the room.
"Doesn't Ann have a pretty bottom?" Graham asked, caressing her round, pale buttocks with a gentle sweep of his hand.
Paul acknowledged that her ass was inviting, smooth, and pale. The crack between the cheeks was dark and mysterious. At the top of her thighs were a few dark wisps of hair. Unsure of himself, he eased down on the floor, not taking his eyes off Ann's tail. She faced away from him, but was looking back over her shoulder at him.
Graham had a tube of lubricant. He squeezed a blob out and spread a shining, sensuous film over one of Ann's gleaming buttocks.
"She's very soft and warm and smooth," Graham pointed out. "But not at all flabby. Want to feel?"
Paul nodded jerkily. He put his hand out and trailed shy fingers over Ann's bare bottom.
"Here, spread some of this around," Graham invited, putting a big blob of cream on the buttock he hadn't already coated.
Paul's fingers skated across Ann's butt. Her flesh was warm and yielding. He kept his fingers away from the dark crevice separating her buttocks.
"This is the really interesting part," Graham said. With both hands, he carefully spread his wife's ass and exposed her anus-a dark, wrinkled bud, lightly pursed like a mouth. Using the fingers of one hand to keep her crack open, Graham squeezed a dab of lubricant directly on the opening. Then, slowly, he drove one finger into the tight hole.
"It's very tight, you know," he said conversationally. "Has to be well-greased before you try to enter it, even with just a finger."
"Ohh," Ann sighed softly. "That feels so good!"
Graham extracted his finger. "Care to try it, Paul?"
Curiosity and lust were stronger than Paul's reluctance. He placed his finger on her hole, and pushed. He was astonished at how easily it went into her, how easily it slipped through her greased opening. The ring of muscle clutched at his finger. He shied away from thinking about what he felt inside Ann with his fingertip. He pulled his finger out.
"I want his cock," Ann told her husband. "I want his cock in my rear, and I'll suck you while he does it. Please, Graham, let me have his cock up my rear?"
Paul was amazed that she was actually pleading for him to jam his prick up her tail. He would have expected her to dread it, rather than invite it, plead for it.
"Wh-why don't you do it to her first?" Paul asked.
"It's too much to do more than once in a night. The real thrill is to have her get it both in the cunt and the ass at the same time."
"My pussy's had all it can take for now," Ann argued. "Please, Graham, let him bugger me. I'll suck you. I promise."
"It's you she wants," Graham pointed out.
"Come on, Paul, don't be chicken," Ann urged.
"I don't know how...." Paul stammered.
"Put some of this on your prick," Graham directed, handing him the tube of lubricant. "And put more up her ass. Then just work your cock into her from behind."
"Do it slowly," Ann added.
Paul's guts were seething at the thought of jamming his prick into Ann's tight hole. He didn't see how the small opening could take his cock. He knew it would be an unbelievable sensation, tighter and hotter than any vagina. His balls pulsed.
Graham spread his legs and Ann moved up between them. She held his phallus up, and licked it, washing away the come.
Paul moved around behind her. Her shining, pale, rounded ass beckoned to him. He spread lubricating jelly over his prick. Then, carefully, he spread jelly along Ann's dark crack. He pulled her buttocks apart and lubricated the dark bud of her anus, slipping his finger inside her to make sure she was slicked up inside, too.
Ann pulled her head away from Graham's cock and looked back over her shoulder at Paul. "Do it," she urged. "Do it now."
Paul wiggled the tip of his rigid organ between her buttocks. Setting the tub of lubricant aside, he spread her tail so he could find his target. It beamed at him as he set the tip of his cock against it. It spasmed slightly at the gentle touch. He began to push forward. The ring dented slowly in from the pressure. The very tip of his phallus eased into the tight hole. It was pinched in as it pushed into her tight, muscular sphincter.
Ann's attention was on her husband's cock now. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his prick. Her mouth worked on his ready organ with practiced skill. Her back, pale and sleek, shifted and humped with sensuous grace as Paul worked the head of his phallus slowly deeper into her butt.
Paul looked down and watched as he pushed his prick into her rectal opening. Shifting his hips gently from side to side, he eased his glans into her anus slowly, because she wanted it that way, and because he was trying to catalogue and savor all the incredible sensations as his prick violated her hole. There was friction-more friction than he expected, considering the amount of lubricant applied. There was pressure. His knob was being squeezed by the ring of muscle, being pinched really. There was compression along the length of his penis as he pushed at her.
The compression eased when he got to the halfway point on his glans and the curve of the knob became less blunt. The swoUen purple head slid more quickly into her tail, until her sphincter eased into the groove below the knob.
Ann emitted a muffled moan around Graham's cock. She wiggled her tad in a way that could indicate only one thing: pleasure. Her head bobbed up and down. Paul could see Graham's cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
Paid bored his cock deeper into her tush, watched the pale column of his organ slowly vanish into her backside. The friction on the nerve-loaded underside of his phallus was unbelievable, triggering a hot pulsing flow into his groin. The penetration was easier now. Her anal ring was totally distended. The walls of her rectum were hot, smooth, and velvety.
The side to side squirming of Ann's butt stopped. Then her pelvis shifted up and down. Once she had her tunnel set at the right angle to take him, she held still. She took him, holding herself motionless as he drilled the rest of the way into her. She kept her tongue and mouth working on Graham's cock.
Paul sank his phallus completely into her, and his hips jammed up against her ass. He looked down. The only portion of his prick not in her tad was the half inch kept out by the curve of her ass cheeks. His prick pulsed heavily in her tight, gripping rectum. His come, a seething hot puddle in the base of his organ, was trying to burst out into her bowels.
Ann began bobbing her head on Graham's cock again, sucking and slurping on his prick. Paul drew back and drove his cock into her tail with a steady, even pumping motion, and felt more semen pool in his crotch. The hole his organ was filling was tighter and had more friction than the tightest vagina. If he had not come once already, he would have come almost the moment he entered her. He still had to stop at the deepest penetration of each stroke and let his pre-orgasmic pulsations die before they could amplify into a full coming. Gritting his teeth, he fought to keep his orgasm at bay for as long as he possibly could. He loved the sensation of his cock in her anus, the tight greasy feeling of her muscle around his tool. He wanted to keep at the ragged edge of his climax for as long as he could, knowing his coming would be all the better for it. He wanted, too, for Ann to bring Graham off in her mouth at the same time. He wanted to know she was getting semen slammed into both ends of her alimentary canal at the same time.
He pistoned quicker and harder in her tail, and saw her head moving more and more quickly up and down on Graham's cock. Paul timed his drives to Ann's moves. Graham was guiding her head with one hand. His hips were shifting and thrusting, poking his cock into her face harder and harder.
The sound of her sucking filled the room. There was also a soft, desperate, animal-like whimpering coming from her ravaged throat. Paul moved faster, faster, faster as he felt his orgasm draw nearer and nearer.
"Coming," he grunted as he neared his peak.
"Likewise," Graham responded curtly. "Come on, baby, come on," he urged Ann. "You come too, baby, and suck me dry. Suck me dry, darling, suck me dry."
"Aww, Jesus," Paul grunted, ramming his cock full depth into Ann's tight butt. His balls spasming, his hips heaving, he fountained his thick load deep into her rectum. The convulsions of his cock were enough to rub the glans along her velvety walls, and turn the orgasm into a self-sustaining, self-reinforcing, pulse-stimulating crescendo of pleasure.
Ann was convulsing and writhing as she came, increasing the intensity of Paul's climax. Her buttocks clutched the base of his phallus as her muscles knotted. She came without a sound because her throat was corked by Graham's erupting prick. Wads of semen were slamming down her throat, down into her belly.
Paul emptied his reservoir into Ann's spasming bowel, and then wrang it dry with wrenching twists of his muscles, seeking every last dribble of pleasure. When the convulsions died away, his cock remained inflated and swollen and tensed for a long, agonizing moment, clinging to the last aching vestiges of pleasure. Then its strength gave put. The clenched muscles in his groin collapsed to aching exhaustion and the pent-up blood in his prick poured back into his body. Ann's rectum squeezed down on his phallus, driving the blood out of it, forcing it to retreat from its deep penetration of her guts.
With a soft grunt, Paul fell back away from Ann. His prick whipped free of her tail as he sat down suddenly on the floor. He saw a pearly dribble of semen escape from her rectal sphincter as it sealed itself reluctantly. She pulled her hand out of her crotch. She had been masturbating herself. Her fingers were gleaming with come. When she lifted her head off Graham's cock, Paul could see the creamy overflow of semen lying heavily on Graham's pubic bush.
Ann slumped down and rested one cheek on Graham's hairy thigh. Her face inches from his limp penis, her ass still in the air, she fought to regain her breath after coming and being suffocated at the same time.
Totally drained, Paul stretched out on the floor. He almost fell asleep as he sprawled there, even though he was shaken to the core by what he had seen and done that night.
When he felt a feathery touch on his thigh, then fingers gripping his flaccid penis, he jolted awake. Weakly, he lifted his head, and. saw Ann holding his drooping prick daintily. She was about to lower her head to it.
"What are you doing?" he croaked weakly.
There was bland innocence in her gaze when she looked up at him. "I was going to clean your penis off," she announced calmly.
Paul thought of where his organ had been and rebelled. "No."
"But I want to," Ann pleaded. "Really, I don't mind."
"No," Paul repeated, pulling away from her, his horror overcoming the last vestiges of his lust.
"Chicken," Ann taunted. "I'm the one that's doing it, not you."
Paul got to his feet. "I don't care. That's too much."
"Let him go, Ann," Graham ordered. "He's been in the dumps for weeks, from what I hear."
"Where'd you hear that?" Ann asked.
"You know, that guy, Jerry, that works in Paul's office."
Paul glanced at Graham suspiciously. "I didn't know you knew him."
"He's a client," Graham answered easily.
"Paul and Jill ought to make a good team," Ann mused.
"Who's Jill?" Paul asked as he dressed. "Girl that took over your apartment," Graham answered. "She was in a real funk the other day. Hey, look, you're not really upset by all this are you? I mean, we are consenting adults, after all."
"I am a bit shaken," Paul admitted.
"You can stay over, you know," Ann pointed out.
Paul shook his head. "Not tonight. I'll see you around, okay?"
"Okay," Graham agreed.
Outside, Paul sucked in a huge gulp of fresh air. Dazed, he headed for home.
CHAPTER NINE
Jill's excitement exceeded her shock. Not taking her eyes off the slide show Ann and Graham were putting on for her and Paul Grant, Jill squirmed her thighs together.
It was the same Paul Grant that was featured in the slide on the screen. The same husky, handsome blonde that was at the moment squeezing the warm soft mass of her breast, was in the picture, sinking his massive cock in Ann's gaping, black-bushed crotch.' In the picture, Graham was looking on intently as his wife took Paul's monster phallus into her.
Her horniness soaring, Jill began unbuttoning her blouse. She shrugged out of it and let Paul grab her bra-protected tit. His fingers squeezed into the soft mound. Her nipple burned and probed blindly against the restricting lace. She slid her hand over and pinched the cylindrical ridge of his phallus-the same phallus being crammed into Ann's twat in full color on the screen.
The picture on the screen changed. The projector whirred and clicked through its automatically timed cycle. Graham had set it for the longest time possible, so that every slide could be studied in detail. Jill's lust bored up through her like a red hot iron. On the screen Ann was sucking a boy's cock. He was wearing an apron, and looked Italian. Jill couldn't imagine who he was. Then she recognized him. It was the delivery boy from the pizzeria down the block. The recognition sent her lust boiling still higher. Without taking her eyes from the screen, she began to fumble for the zipper of Paul's pants.
Jill ignored the fact that she had had every intention of just having a pleasant, entertaining, non-sexual evening for a change. She had had the feeling for the last month that she had done nothing but screw, suck, and get buggered by one man after another. But her horniness was all the greater because of it. Ann and Graham had created a pleasantly romantic atmosphere-plenty of drinks before the meal, wine with it, and sherry afterwards.
When Jill and Paul had been relaxed and at ease with each other, the slide show had been announced. Instead of the scenic pictures of Ann and Graham's last trip that Jill had expected, it was pure pornography.
On the screen, Ann was diddling her own wide open crotch, while Paul and Graham watched. Ann was eating a slice of pizza. Jill now had Paul's prick in her hand. Her fingers curled around the hot shaft of meat. His lubricant was stinging her fingers, pasting her skin to his as she pumped and massaged his stiff prod.
Jill hunched her shoulders forward to let Paul slip his fingers inside her bra cup. His fingers bored between her soft flesh and the lace, until he was digging at her blood engorged tit. He pinched the little bud painfully. Anxiously, she let go of his cock and leaned forward to shed her bra. When he again had possession of her aroused boob, she was more comfortable, and hornier than ever.
The picture on the screen changed again. Ann was on her knees, her ass toward Paul, as Graham spread her buttocks, and revealed the flower-like pucker of her anus.
"How in the world did they take these pictures?" Jill hissed in Paul's ear.
"Automatic camera," Graham answered, having overheard. "Only takes two of them to get complete coverage of the couch area."
"Bastard," Paul grunted, so quietly only Jill heard him. , "We could leave," Jill pointed out, her lips close to his ear.
He shook his head tensely. His fingers tightened on her tit. He was as aroused as she was, possibly even more so. He slid his free hand into her lap, down between her soft thighs, and pressed her pussy through the tight knit slacks she was wearing. She spread her thighs to give him more room. She was dripping wet down there. Her panties were soaked.
She unbuckled Paul's belt and unhooked the waist of his pants. When she lifted his underpants out over the tip of his prick, he lifted his hips. She dragged his trousers and underpants down around his knees.
She sucked in her gut when he w-edged his hand inside her slacks. His fingertips caught on her panties, then burrowed under them, and into her steaming nook. One finger pressed down on her clit and rubbed it to fire, then slid on into her pussy. Jill unfastened her own pants. Releasing his cock, she struggled to get her slacks and underpants off. She felt cool air stroke her bare thighs and the rough upholstery of the couch against her naked buttocks.
The slide changed again. Paul drove his finger deep into her slippery vagina. His hand was cupping her softly bushed pussy. She spread her thighs wide, and humped her ass forward on the couch so he could pump his finger deep in her hot, streaming opening. Up on the screen, Paul was nestling the tip of his phallus between Ann's tight, white buttocks. The head of his cock was right on her anus. Jill recalled how it felt to be buggered, and her guts knotted with lust.
There were soft squeakings from beside her. There was also an unmistakable, soft, slurping sound as Ann and Graham screwed.
"Let's fuck," Paul hissed.
"No," Jill said desperately. "I don't want to stop watching the slides."
"How about with you on top, facing away from me?" he asked hoarsely. "I'm about to come in your hand, dammit."
"All right, all right," she said, driven to agree by the maddening finger in her twat.
The slide changed as she frantically scrambled across his lap. Up on the screen, Paul had half his phallus drilled into Ann's anal ring. He was holding Ann by her slender waist as he bored his prick into her tad. Ann was sucking Graham's cock. Her lips were wrapped around his gleaming white shaft in a loving embrace.
Jill had never seen a woman take on more than one man at a time. The sight drove her nearly mad. Lifting her ass, she aimed Paul's prick into her dripping vagina, and dropped onto it slowly, feeling it slide deep into her body. The sensation of being filled with a hot, hard male organ brought a deep, earthy sigh from her. She squirmed to settle herself firmly on him. The position created a wild pressure in her guts, and incredible stimulation for her clitoris as she rocked slowly backward and forward.
"Can you see?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Yeah. Jesus, look at that!"
"I'm looking," Jill answered. "I'm looking. How did it feel?"
"Hot, and tight," Paul answered. The picture on the screen showed him with the full length of his phallus in Ann's ass. He was pressed up tight against her buttocks.
"Aw, fuck!" Graham grunted. "I'm coming."
The jiggling and squeaking of the sofa stopped and there was a long, straining silence, broken only by the soft whirr of the projector's cooling fan, and a clicking as the slide changed again.
Jill lifted off Paul, sliding his phallus out of her, then dropped down on him again. His hands were reaching around her. One was on her breasts, the other fumbling in her hairy snatch. Leaning forward, bracing her hands on his knees, she fucked herself on his phallus.
On the screen, Paul had fallen back away from Ann. His soiled, shining penis drooped sadly. Ann was turned toward the camera, toward Paul. Enough of her ass was still visible to show the come seeping from her anal sphincter.
Jill was almost at her peak. She bounced her lush ass on Paul's lap. His cock slapped in and out of her pussy. He was mangling and rolling her clitoris with two fingers, twisting her nipple with his other hand. His hips drove up against her as she dropped on him.
"She was going to do that?" Jill whispered when the picture of Ann about to suck Paul's cock just after it had been in her rectum came into view.
"Yeah."
Jill began to come. She didn't take her eyes off the sight of Ann about to suck Paul's shitty prick. Squirming her cunt down on Paul's phallus, Jill's guts knotted as she studied the uncompromising slide, the naked lust and pleasure on Ann's delicate, aristocratic features. Jill felt Paul's cock jerking inside her, felt his thick load of come pumping deep into her spasming vagina. When her aching exhausted arms began to let her down, sagging her forward, Paul lifted his knees to support her. Her soft warm breasts squashed against his strong, hairy thighs. She managed to keep her head up and keep her eyes on the shining screen.
Disappointingly, the projector clacked to the end of the slide magazine. She had been hoping there was more.
Without warning, Graham flicked on the lights, catching Jill still astride Paul, his withering phallus still in her pussy. Graham and Ann were both nude. Paid still had his trousers tangled around his legs.
"How about drinks?" Graham suggested, rubbing his hands and heading for the ranked bottles of booze.
Jill dismounted from Paul. His penis flopped limply over onto one of his thighs. Suddenly, Ann was there, stripping Paul of his shoes and pants, unbuttoning his shirt.
"There," she chirped. "Now, isn't that more comfortable?"
"Here you are, sport," Graham said, handing Paul a drink.
Jill was already drinking hers, feeling the Scotch cut the dust in her mouth, blur the tangle of her emotions.
"Well," Graham went on, sitting down casually in an easy chair, "what did you think of our slide show?"
"You bastard! If I'd known you were going to pull that, I never would have come," Paul said angrily.
"But that would have left Jill to face our tender mercies alone," Graham said slyly. "Though I should add, she is no more innocent than you are."
Jill felt a little sick, and hid behind her drink.
"Unfortunately, we didn't have the cameras set up for her performance, it came on so unexpectedly," Graham continued suavely. "I came home, and much to my surprise, found Jill and Ann en flagrante delicto, as it were. Poor Jill, distraught over the ups and downs of her love life, had gotten drunk and needed sobering up, and consoling. After Ann had consoled her, I helped fill the void."
In spite of herself, Jill felt her lust rising as she recalled that crazy evening.
"Unfortunately, before the evening really got going, Jill up and left," Graham added. "If she had stuck around, we might have gotten some pictures, and introduced her to some of the more-exotic penetrations and stimulations that are available."
"Have you ever had your ass kissed?" Ann asked. "Or have you ever been buggered?"
"I've been buggered," Jill admitted.
"Well, then, you know what fun it is," Ann said enthusiastically. "Isn't it the most fantastic feeling?"
"Take it easy, will you?" Paul asked. "Christ, you'll get us all turned on again."
Ann's guts were already knotting with lust. "It's great," she acknowledged.
"But you haven't really lived untd you've had two men at once," Ann went on, easing over beside Jill, sliding her arm around Jill's soft, warm body. "It's more fun even than two women, or two women and one man."
Jill felt her body responding to Ann's subtle caressing. She squirmed when Ann began fondling one of her breasts tenderly. She felt Paul's eyes on her, and winced. But, after all, didn't he have a right to see just what kind of a woman she was? Ann's slender, boyish body was irresistible. Jill remembered the warm, convulsing orgasms they had given each other that day.
Jill turned her head, and her lips met Ann's. They melted into a searing sapphic kiss, tongues and lips and teeth all entering into the blazing osculation. Jill's fingers found one of Ann's tight little nipples and tweaked it to rigidity. Jill felt one of her own breasts being lifted and massaged by Ann's strong, slender fingers.
Paul watched the developing lesbian entanglement He had an urge to study the coupling, but he also dreaded seeing Jill used that way. Lurching up from the couch, he stomped tensely around the room. The two women were oblivious to his restlessness.
Graham was lounging in a chair, watching with unabashed interest. "We'll let them get each other all stirred up, and then we'll have our fun. Don't look so distressed. It's all in a good cause, after all."
Paul was staggered by Graham's easy amorality. His lust was keeping him from doing anything but pacing and watching. Ann was easing herself down on her back on the couch, drawing Jill with her. Ann's body was squashed under Jill's softer one. Their thighs interlaced, they were squirming their pussies vigorously against each other.
"Maybe I'll buy Ann a dildo," Graham mused. "One of those double-ended jobs so two women can make it. Bet she'd like a vibrator, too."
"Up the ass," Paul suggested absently, remembering the touch of the twins' buzzing tool against his anus.
The tangle on the couch was a twisting, squirming mass. Hands were probing between Jill's gently rounded belly and Ann's flat one. Fingers entered hot nests. Ann's slender hips twisted and squirmed on the couch, while Jill's rounded bottom humped in the air. Their mouths still tangled in a hot, sucking kiss, they fingerfucked each other. Breasts mashed against breasts as they writhed against each other.
Graham got up and moved over to the couch. He began to stroke and fondle Jill's upraised ass.
"Doesn't she have a nice tail?" he asked. "Think how it would feel to ram your cock into that hole!"
Paul's cock, already hard, jerked at the suggestion.
"Of course," Graham observed, "she has been buggered before. She admitted that. But, she's never had two men at the same time. At least I don't think she has. What do you think, Paul, should we introduce her to that tonight?"
Paul nodded. The more he thought of having Jill again, the harder his cock became.
"Right now, though, I think I'll give her another treat," Graham went on.
Prying Jill's buttocks apart, he exposed her asshole.
With no hesitation, he pressed his face cheeks between her ass cheeks, and twisted his tongue into the tight dimple of her anus.
Jill felt something burrow into her anus, and knew immediately what it was. It was too soft and warm and sinuous to be anything other than a tongue. It had to be Graham. The boring entrance of his tongue into her anus sent flames leaping through her, urging her to pound her hips harder and higher, ram her finger deeper into Ann's tight twat.
"Eat me," Ann begged hoarsely, ripping her mouth free of Jill's. "Eat my pussy! Graham'll take care of your ass. He'll bring you off that way if you'll just eat me out."
Jill lifted and let Ann squirm out from under her.
While Ann was getting into position, Graham was squeezing and massaging Jill's tail, boring his tongue into her anal opening, nuzzling and sucking her tight ring. Jill's pussy was pouring out its lust in thick shining waves.
She plunged her face into Ann's hairy crotch. Prying the full labia apart, she reamed her tongue into Ann's dripping vagina. Digging her nose into the streaming slit, Jill fought to touch bottom with her tongue. Her face was immediately covered with Ann's fragrant secretions. Jill's nose was bumping and twisting the button of Ann's clitoris. Jill waggled her tongue in Ann's pussy, stimulating her still further. Ann's fleshy folds were spasming around Jill's tongue.
Ann curled her slender thighs around Jill's head, heaved her crotch anxiously up into Jill's face. Grabbing desperately, she guided Jill's mouth from her vagina to her clit. Jill sucked on the mini-penis, massaged it, battered it with her tongue. She drew it into her mouth and trapped it against her teeth with her tongue.
Paul watched, his prick hammering with need. Ann's face was contorted with unbridled lust. Her mouth gaping hungrily, emptily, she rolled her head from side to side on the couch. It was a wet, round inviting target, and was too much for Paul to ignore. Grabbing her head and steadying her, he aimed his phallus at Ann's face. He thrust his prick into her mouth, pounding it the length of her working, wet, hot, velvety tongue until it rammed the back of her throat. Her lips closed around his tool and she drew on it without even opening her eyes. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked on his steaming phallus.
Graham maintained his uninhibited oral stimulation of Jill's ass, cramming his face between the moons of her buttocks. His jaw was working against her streaming pussy as his lips sucked at her anus, his tongue twisted hungrily in the tiny opening. His cock, a heavy pillar of swollen lust, swayed heavily between his thighs as he ate her tail.
Jill was coming. The endlessly twisting tongue in her tail was bringing her off in an endless, blazing, searing, fountaining coming. She snorkled her face into Ann's streaming twat in an effort to bring Ann off. She could see Ann taking Paul's huge cock deep into her mouth. Then Ann began to come. Wave after thick wave poured into Jill's working mouth.
Paul crammed his prick down Ann's throat and unloaded thick, steamy gobs of sperm. He kept the erupting head of his phallus as far in her working sucking mouth as he could. But she had to breathe, and pulled away, and his spurtings drenched her nose and cheeks, and then, spattered into her mouth again as she regained oral possession of his still-jetting tool.
The sight of Paul unloading into Ann's mouth and onto her face increased the power of Jill's orgasm. She was barely aware of Graham's mouth leaving her saliva-slick anus. Something heavy, and hot, and hard, poked at her anal ring, and she battled the urge to clamp down to prevent its entry. Still sucking on Ann's swollen, tormented clitoris, Jill fought to relax and let Graham fill her rectum with his phallus.
She felt him gaining on her involuntary resistance slowly. Her anal ring was gradually being driven open by his prick. The lubrication of his saliva was not enough to keep the entry from being painful. But the pain heightened the incredible pleasure. Agonizingly, bit by bit, Graham dilated her asshole with his cockhead. Jill's orgasm seemed to go on forever and ever, easing his passage into her bowels.
She grunted into Ann's pussy as she felt her anal ring snap into the groove behind the head of Graham's cock. The pain eased and her orgasm faded. But there was now the wonderful, endless pleasure of having a cock slide smoothly up into her ass. Graham's hips jammed against her butt. She was wonderfully, marvelously stuffed with his organ. Graham hugged her to him. His hands reached under her, fondled her lush breasts as he rested with his prick buried to the hilt in her bowels.
Paul had pulled away from Ann after filling her mouth and spraying her face with semen. He had seen what Graham was doing. He had moved down and watched, enthralled, as Jill's anus was violated by Graham's shining phallus. Now Paul sat on the floor beside the couch, his cock swelling slowly, recovering with unprecedented rapidity from his just-completed orgasm.
"Enough," Ann croaked, untwisting her legs from around Jill's head. "I can't come anymore, I can't." Ann pushed Jill's face up away from her crotch and squirmed away. Scrambling off the couch, she tottered off in the direction of the bathroom.
Nobody seemed to notice her departure. Jill slumped forward, and stretched out with Graham's cock still jammed into her asshole. He clung to her back, seemingly content. Paul hovered nearby, studying the erotic meshing with a mixture of lust and envy.
Graham turned his head, and rested his cheek on Jill's silky brown tresses. He grinned at Paul. "She feels just as good as I thought she would," he reported. "Real tight and hot. Sorry I beat you to it. I guess I've got squatters' right to the opening now." He shifted slightly, easing his cock in and out of Jill's tight hole.
Jill shuddered. She wasn't ready for any motion. She was still recovering from her orgasm. Ann's juices were drying on her lips and cheeks. "Don't move," she pleaded. "Don't move right now. Ahhh, God! I'm so full!"
"You still have one empty hole," Graham pointed out. "Two, actually, if you count your mouth."
"I know."
"Think how it would feel to have a cock in your vagina, too," Graham went on. "Just think how full you would feel then."
Jill thought, and the thought made her guts knot with excitement. It felt like she had a telephone pole up her ass. It ached, but God, it was heaven, too. The thought of having a second shaft stuffed into her sent carnal waves of hunger raging through her. She remembered how tight her vagina had been pinched that time Sam had buggered her. Fitting a cock into her pussy when it was pinched shut would be one hell of an experience. Her anus spasmed around the cock jammed into it.
Ann came back into the living room and fixed herself a drink. She sat down in the easy chair, her feet flat on the floor, her legs spread to display her thickly bushed pussy. Her inner lips were still flaming pink, distended and excited, protruding from between her thick, outer ones.
"Go to it, Paul," she suggested.
"No, not yet," Jill grunted. "I'm not ready for it yet. Give me time to get ready for it."
"You sure you want to do it?" Paul asked, praying that she did.
"Yes," she sighed. "Oh, God, yes, I want to do it. Will you do it, Paul? Will you do it?"
"I'll do it," Paul said thickly.
"It'll be tight," Jill moaned. "It will be so incredibly tight. Graham's cock is filling me ad up, squeezing my vagina shut."
Graham chuckled, and worked his phallus out and in with slow, easy thrusts of his hips. Lust flushed Jill's face, her mouth gaped open. She clutched desperately at the couch as she absorbed the pain and pleasure of the buggering. She knew why Graham had done it-she had felt his phallus losing its stiffness. It swelled quickly back to its full size, stuffing her bowels full again.
"Any time you're ready," Graham suggested.
"I'm ready now," Paul said. "But I'm not sure that Jill is."
"I'm ready," she sighed. "At least, I think I am. Oh, God! Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this?"
"'Because it feels good," Graham hissed. "Because you know you'll feel like you're being torn apart by cock. You want to feel that. You want to feel me empty into your rectum, and you want Paul to unload his come in your tight, slick vagina. You want to come and come and come while you feel me sliding in and out of your tail and Paul pistoning in and out of your cunt. That's why you're doing it."
The simple mechanical problem of gaining access to Jill's vagina occupied Paul for a moment. "Roil on your sides," he suggested at last.
Half squashed, Jill squirmed to the front edge of the couch. Then, she rolled on her side so she was facing Paul. Graham was pinned against the back of the sofa. She looked at Paul with mixed emotions-sorrow and lust
"Be gentle," she said timidly.
"I will be," he assured her. He was fascinated by her. Her nipples were swollen and abused-looking, her belly was pink-flushed with lust and patterned with the weave of the upholstery. But his main interest was her crotch. Her pale thighs were spread. Her pussy was pink and inflamed with a hunger of its own. The inner lips throbbed.
"Do it," Jill pleaded softly. "Please do it, Paul."
Paul felt Ann watching them. Her dark eyes were glittering with lust. He eased himself up on the couch, snuggling Jill tenderly. He reached down and wiggled the tip of his prick into her hot, wet, anxious cunt. Her inner folds embraced his glans lovingly. He squirmed his cock into her vagina. He felt it open reluctantly. He had to push against the resistance caused by the cock up her ass.
Jill sighed as the first gentle probing opened her vagina. She suddenly had the urge to be abruptly jammed with cock, even though she knew it wasn't possible. Spreading her thighs wide pinched her buttocks around Graham's tool and gave Paul better access to her cunt.
Paul was aware of a multitude of sensations, including hairy legs against his own. But the over-riding feeling was the incredible, delectable tightness of Jill's vagina. She was juicily wet and slippery and ready for penetration, but she was also as tight as an underage virgin.
Jill felt herself being w-edged slowly open. Her anus was already stretched to the breaking point. Now her vagina was being dilated by another monster cock. The thin wall separating her openings was being squeezed and stretched until she was afraid it was going to tear. She opened her mouth, feeling insanely that it would make Paul's entry into her cunt easier. Her hips pumped spasmodically. Inch by inch she absorbed Paul's phallus until at last it was seated deep inside her, pressing out a thick gush of semen and lubricant as it butted against the strained end of her vaginal tunnel. She was pinned between the two men, spiked on their massive organs. She had the feeling there was nothing in the world but cock.
His prick numbed by earlier activities, Paul settled it deep in Jill's clenched well and stopped to savor the feeling. His organ was held tight by wet, warm flesh.
The floor of her vagina, the part against the lower side of his penis, was harder than normal.
Suddenly, that floor shifted and squirmed, and a wave seemed to pass down it, going from the tip to the base of his cock. Then the hardness returned, pressed upward against the dorsal vein of his penis, milking a hot stinging wave from his cock. He realized as Jill whimpered softly in his ear that what he had felt was Graham pumping his prick in Jill's tail. Experimentally, Paul drew his cock out and rammed it slowly back in.
"That's it," Graham whispered.
Graham drew out and thrust slowly back in, and Paul thought he was going to come. The rubbery massage action started his balls clenching. He was on the borderline of an eruption. Clinging to Jill, his fingers bruising her, Paul eased his cock out, and back into her again. The straining tightness around his organ sent his lust soaring still higher.
Soon he and Graham were alternating pumping their pricks in and out of Jill's ravaged body. Without thinking about it, they fell into a steady, opposing rhythm, so that when one was pulling out the other was driving in.
Jill felt like she was being rolled into a tiny ball between two men. The membrane separating her asshole from her cunt was being ravaged by the counter-driving organs in her guts. Her clitoris was being mashed by Paul's pubic arch. Her anal spincter was being tugged and burned as Graham's cock blazed through it.
"Awww, I'm coming," Jill moaned. "Awww, my God, my God, I'm coming. Awww, it's killing me." Her body tried to arch and hunch at the same time, then retreated to spasming limpness as her orgasm went on and on and on.
Paul and Graham were moving faster, building toward their own peaks. Paul knew Graham was getting close, as close as he was himself. He raped his cock into Jill's cunt, drew it out, and felt Graham's prick power into her. This time, Graham-remained in, as Paul powered his prick into her, and drew out as Paul drew out. Then both of them crammed their towering tools home with a double-spiking motion that threatened to rip her wide open. Paul began to come. His cock convulsed and spurted deep in Jill's battered crotch. The pressure of Graham's cock against his added an exquisite back pressure to his coming. Paul's consciousness scattered in a kaleidoscopic glitter of pleasure. He felt Graham's phallus convulsing and jetting its load into Jill's tail, and his orgasm soared until nothing in the world existed but his exquisite orgasmic ecstasy.
Jill felt the men hosing her down with thick cream and quivered in the throes of a psychedelic orgasm. Her vagina and rectum both tried to contract and pulse around the jetting towers glutting them. But all her ravaged tubes could do was quiver helplessly around the erupting phalluses as she was douched and enemaed with semen.
Her mind whirled away on a hot flood of come and she fainted.
She roused to the feeling of Graham's cock crapping out of her ass. Desperately she clung to Paul, wanting to keep him in her, even as drained and limp as he was. To go from being so full of cock to total emptiness would have been too much to bear. She was grateful Paul made no move to leave her.
Paul was too bushed to move. The reason he was still holding Jill, though, was because he liked the feel of her warm, soft body against his. This wasn't a quick hit and run fuck, but something to be savored. Partly there was the feeling, too, that it was the least he could do for a girl that had gone through so much.
Graham clambered out from between Jill and the back of the couch, and Jill and Paul eased further on, shifting to a more comfortable position while still clinging to each other.
"Let me," Ann begged. "Let me."
Jill and Paul looked over and saw Graham presenting his limp, soiled tool to his wife. Her dainty lips' slipped around his drooping penis and she began sucking on it happily, her eyes shining. She drew Graham down to the floor next to her. Graham sank his face in Ann's hairy crotch and began to eat her juicy folds.
Releasing her husband's half-erect cock, Ann shifted her attention farther back. He bent his legs double. She pressed her face between his buttocks. Jill and Paul could see her tongue dart out and lick his anus. She was fondling his prick and balls with her hands.
Paul felt himself getting hard in Jill's cunt again, and began to move in her, very slowly and gently.
"Oh, yes," Jill sighed. "But be gentle. Ooooh, that's so good. Aaaaahh."
Paul eased his penis in and out of her wet, slippery vagina. It was an act of love, not lust. His penis felt like it could go on like this forever, giving and receiving pleasure. Contrasting these feeings with the sight of Ann's lips and tongue working on Graham's anal knot, her slender, graceful hands milking his still grubby prick, made Paul feel all the better.
"Oooh, sooo goooood," Jill purred. "Don't ever come, just keep doing it, and doing it, and doing it, but don't ever come."
Paul knew he would eventually, but that there was no hurry, that there would never ever be any hurry again. He just kept loving and loving and loving her. He closed his eyes as Graham began coming yet again, spurting thin, exhausted dribbles of semen over Ann's slender torso and skinny breasts. Ann's tight buttocks were clenching as she came around Graham's sucking working mouth.
Paul and Jill swirled on in a languid haze of pleasure until at last, together, they came to a soft, loving orgasm. Then, with lingering touches and glances, they eased apart and began to dress. Ann and Graham were still in a sixty-nine tangle when their guests were ready to leave.
"Care to come see your old apartment?" Jill asked, taking Paul's hand.
"I'd like that very much."
"What about the pictures?" Jill asked.
Paul gave the finger to the concealed cameras. "They need them," he answered. "I don't."
"Neither do I," Jill sighed, squeezing his arm lovingly.
They closed the door softly behind them. Ann and Graham looked terribly lonely, knotted pervertedly head-to-crotch in the middle of the room.
