Chapter 8

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.