Chapter 9
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.