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He pulled her over his lap, lifted her pleated skirt and pulled her panties down exposing her round, soft, milky white mounds to his eyes for the first time.  He rested his hand on her cheek.  She felt the sexual tension.

“You were wrong weren’t you?”  He lifted his hand and slapped her bottom.  It shocked her and the sound was louder than the actual pain.

“Yes.”  His hand rested on her bottom while they talked but she knew he wasn’t going to stop at just one.

“Say ‘Yes, daddy.”  And he slapped her flesh once again, lifting his had slightly after the blow and then resting it again. Then the resting hand moved slowly in a circle moving across the very bottom of her cheeks.

“Yes, daddy, I was wrong.”

“Are you sorry, child?” Again his hand rose up and slapped her.  It almost seemed softer this time.  Was she getting used to it or was he being gentler?  His small circular massage definitely was gentler and she could feel her flesh was much tenderer. 

“Yes, daddy, I am very sorry.”

His next slap was lower than the others and enlarged the sensitive part of her rump.

“Do you love your daddy and want to make him proud of you?” He spoke slowly massaging her while he did.  “You want to become a good girl, don’t you?”

Another slap. Her bottom was completely pink and feeling quite tender now.

“Yes, daddy, I love you and want to make you happy.”

He massaged her so softly, almost petting her like a kitten.

“You know it hurts daddy to hurt you.  You know I only do this because I love you.  You know I just want my baby to grow up and be a fine young woman.”

He continued on this way, slapping, speaking, massaging her at a slow pace for maybe 15 minutes.

His massaging.  The sound of his deep voice.  Every sense in her bottom raw, open and exposed.  She was getting so hot she was dripping moisture.  She wriggled a bit on his lap and could feel that his manhood had come awake.  A manhood that right now she desired.  She wanted to take it in her mouth, to worship it, to have it and touch it and kiss it.

Another slap.  A quick sharp pain.  She was definitely getting sore now.  It was like eating hot food that didn’t seem too hot when you started but after a while it just began to burn more and more.  Her flesh burned now and he was massaging it so gently and so slowly, she could feel every single nerve in her rounded mounds.

He became silent for awhile, while he rubbed her like one would rub a genie’s lamp.  Circular slow movements combined with downward strokes. Slow and gentle.  She could feel the air blowing across her hot bottom reminding her that she was exposed.

“Before we put your panties on, I want to rub some oil into the sore areas.  I’m sorry for having hurt you, my baby.”  His eyes were filled with tears as he said this.  He had a bottle of baby oil handy and rather quickly used it to oil her skin.  He rubbed a small amount around her entire derriere including quickly running his oil covered finger tips into and through the crack between her cheeks.  Inside she jumped and outside she wriggled when he touched this previously untouched area.

He quickly finished the oil treatment and pulled her panties back up over her red cheeks, announcing they were done.  She did not want this to end.  She paused for a moment and while still lying across his lap, she looked up and putting on her best pleading face she said, “Won’t daddy kiss me where it hurts and make it feel all better?”

Chapter 2

She lay across his lap waiting for him to answer her.  Waiting for him to make the next move.  She rotated her tender pink cheeks around on his crotch hoping to snag that long pole of his in her flesh somehow.  She felt as though she was much more excited than he was at this moment and she wanted to change that.  She was hot and horny and wanted him in the same state.

She slid down across his lap rubbing her breasts in his crotch as she went slowly.  He remained silent. Sliding farther she pressed her mouth against his bulge and used her hands to try to mold his bulge inside his cotton slacks.

“OK bitch if that is the way you want it, get on the bed.  NOW!”  His yelling breaking her dream state.  “Take off your top get on your back and spread yourself.”  His sternness left no doubt about his seriousness and she was a little afraid of his intentions.  Did he intend to punish her more and she felt a deep wetness between her legs as she did what she was told while thinking about his recent loving spanking.

She laid spread eagle on the bed, nude above the waist with her young perky breasts holding their own against the gravity of the situation.  While her breasts were not large by anyone standards, they seemed to complement her lithe nimble body well.  Her nipples were hard and their size was emphasized as they jutted out on top of her firm fleshy orbs.

He reached under the bed where he had apparently already had tied cloth restraints into the legs and tied one around each of her wrists.  In her sexiest voice, she asked him what he was going to do to her but he didn’t respond to her.  He knelt in between her legs and put his hands around her waist.  He gently and slowly removed her skirt, pulling her legs together as he removed it from her body.  She was left in just her soft cotton bikini panties.

He lifted one leg above her, reached over the headboard and produced another cloth strap.  This one he tied just behind her knee, pulling it tight before he knotted it, so that her leg was well above her head.  He then did the other leg.  She felt rather embarrassed in this pose – her two legs pulled toward her face and her arms stretched out to the sides.  She felt embarrassed yet vulnerable in a sexual way.  She thought he could probably see a wet spot on her panties.  She was also very aware of her limited ability to move and yet she was amazed at how comfortably the cloth straps supported the weight of her legs and let her relax. 

He put his hands on her panties and rubbed her up and down the white strip between her legs.  After a few minutes of this she could feel her own moistness as the cotton absorbed and spread it.  He pulled the strip aside and leaned forward placing his mouth over her wispy trimmed pubic hair.  His tongue skillfully found its way between her hairs and opened her lips lubricating the area at the same time.  His tongue worked the length of her slit at first only barely passing over her clit.  On each succeeding stroke his tongue pressed a little heavier against her clit.  His tongue was also rubbing firmly against the opening to her tunnel, which was awakening all of its external sensitive dots to his erotic snake.

She was thoroughly enjoying the switch back between her pussy opening and her clit when he sudden stopped.  “You have agreed to let me be in complete command, haven’t you?”  “Yes, daddy.”  He licked her again from bottom to top (or hole to tip).  “You will do whatever I want?”  “Yes, daddy.”  Again he licked her slower this time and more firmly.  She moaned.  “You should know that I intend to tease you and leave your needs hanging.”  “Yes, daddy.”  Another long slow tantalizing lick.  She wriggled and realized, she didn’t have much range of movement.  “I intend to embarrass you in public to prove how completely you will obey me.”  She hesitated before, “yes, daddy,” wondering what he meant.  He pushed his face into her pussy and with an open lipped, very wet mouth he kissed and sucked on her clit.  She thought she could feel it grow just like she had seen his grow many times.  It felt long and hard and exposed when his lips traveled down it pulling her hood down and sucking at the entire shaft.

He only sucked her for a minute or two but when he stopped her clit continued to throb with good feelings.  She watched him while he got off the bed, brought the laptop over to the dresser, turning it on.  She noticed that there was a camera attached at the top of the screen.  He stood in front of the computer, typing commands and getting it set up.  He then stepped aside and she watched as his hand adjusted the camera angle.  The dresser was at the foot of the bed against the far wall so that the camera was focused on her with her legs high in the air.  She asked him what was going on.

“It’s Marie’s support group.  They have the password to this chat room where they can view the camera.”  Marie was their sex therapist.  They both have been attending sessions with her for a few months, including group sessions.  They decided to take advantage of Marie’s skill after they met her on a vacation in the Caribbean.  After a number of sessions they decided that John needed to take more control of his sexual relationship with his wife, Tracy.  Tracy as much as John needed this kind of spark.  Tracy was embarrassed at first to discuss their sexual activity in front of others but she eventually got over it.  But now she wasn’t sure if she was ready to perform in front of everyone. 

So here they were, Tracy lying bound and trussed.  She felt out of control which she liked but she was not sure she was ready to show the world her subservience.  “How many people are watching?” she asked.  He ignored her question as he had all her other queries.  He reached in a drawer on the side table of the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors – something that was not normally kept there.  He slipped the scissors, blades closed, under her panties.  She felt the cold hard steel slide across her light bushy mound.  He left them there while he took the remote control for the camera and zoomed in.  “Let’s give everyone a good close up,” John said.

Tracy thought about using the safe word but decided not to be too quick, although things were going in a direction that she quite frankly did not get excited about.  Her fears and embarrassment seemed to be cooling off her desire at the moment.  Once John had the camera adjusted, he regained control of the scissors and with two quick cuts removed her panties completed.  The phone rang.  John left her lying exposed and put the headset on to answer the phone.  The headset allowed him to talk hands free and they both frequently used it.

“I am on the phone with Mickey and he will be passing on requests that are coming from the chat room.”  A bit of small talk and John returned to the bed with the headset still on.  He straddled Tracy’s head with his own between her legs.  He took some oil out of the draw and put it on her pussy.  “Like that?” he said into the headset.  He rubbed the oil all over her pussy slicking her hair in the process.  OK, Tracy thought, maybe I will just enjoy the feeling.  He smoothed her hair with downward motions with his fingertips moving along the side of her clit.  Yum, she thought.  He then used all of his fingers to open her lips.  She could feel him pulling her lips wide open, creating tension in the area.  “How’s that?”  Tracy blushed thinking someone was asking him to do this to her and watching.

Keeping the lips pulled open he also pulled them up, lifting her whole pussy and creating tension around her clit.  “Better?”  He continued to pull her in that way for a moment, then moved her lips slowly down and closed, then up and open again.  After a few of these she was moaning.  Pulling open and pausing he dipped his head in between her legs and licked with a long tongue so that the viewers could see it touch her.  “OK,” he said again. 

He let go of her lips, pressed the button on the remote control and then got up from his straddling position.  Tracy felt a sense of relief as his weight lifted off of her chest, although she had been unaware of any discomfort until then.  She noticed that her legs were beginning to feel uncomfortable.  Just as she did this, John lifted her bottom and placed a pillow under it or maybe two, she couldn’t tell.  But it was enough to change the position of her legs a bit.  Suddenly he spanked her bottom.  A couple of times.  It stung.  “Red enough?” As he gave her one more right across the very bottom of her cheeks.

The quick unexpected spanking reigned in Tracy’s desire again.  It brought her back to reality.  While John was showing the variety of their vibrators to the camera, she thought, this is fucked up.  There is no continuity to the requests.  No sense of rhythm.  John placed his finger on her little brown hole which she realized was open to view.   He took off the headset for a moment while he leaned forward and kissed her ass.  He kissed her on her cheek and along her crack which she realized was opened as she lay there.  He then took an anal vibrator that she liked.  It was thin, about the diameter of a dime, rather rigid and long.  It did have one bendable area 9 inches down its full 12 inch length.  He placed the very end of it at the entrance to her ass and moved it slowly in a short distance and out again.  In and out just small amounts mostly exciting the exterior rim of her hole.  He then turned it on which startled her since it had only one speed.  It was like going from a standing start to 60 miles an hour, but soon she got used the vibrations and enjoyed it as he slowly pushed it in deeper.  As he went deeper the vibrations seemed to spread through her entire rear end and forward to her pussy.

John was sitting beside her allowing full view to the camera of what was going on.  “Glad you liked that,” he said to someone in the headset.  “Tell everyone that she likes it too, don’t you honey?”  “Yes daddy.”  He propped the vibrator into a position by bending it so it was forced against the bed.  In this position it penetrated her about 6 inches into her rear hole.  John then took another vibrator.  A much bigger one that was in the shape of a man’s penis.  It had pronounced veins and ridges on it and was quite thick.  As if to emphasize its size it was a dark black color.  This vibrator had three speeds and he turned it to its lowest speed.  He rimmed it around her pussy lips and slightly over her clit or maybe right next to it – Tracy wasn’t sure.  He continued to make small comments into the headset like, “Here? OK. Like that?” while he played with her genitals.

Tracy felt her entire consciousness beginning to melt into her gentiles along with the vibrations she felt there.  She could sense an orgasm coming on and was just letting it wash over her in an unconscious way.  Suddenly she realized that John was talking to her and not her audience.  “This is just a preliminary to having you be the center of a group fuck,” he said.  “That will be OK with you, if I want it, won’t it, my child?” he said as he slid the black vibrating dildo in between the lips of her pussy.  “Yes, daddy.”  Actually the idea had always been a fantasy of hers and as he pushed the dildo inside of her (“It will feel like this when two of us double stuff you!”) her orgasmic clenches grabbed it strongly.  Her juices flowed and she screamed a semi muffled scream.  “Scream into my microphone so they can all hear you.”  He put his face near hers.  She did scream again, freer this time, having a flash of each of her audience’s faces watching her. 

“I think she needs a rest for now, so I am going to hang up.  But I will leave the camera on if anyone wants to wait this out.  There will be more of my new slave in a little while.  Don’t forget to write us your comments.”  John undid Tracy’s leg and arm restraints and told her she had 10 minutes before it would be her turn to perform for him.

My wife and I had discussed her attraction to my best friend, Paul.  He was a bit bigger than me at 6’, with curly blond hair and had a thin but athletic body.  She thought he had a cute ass and his clever sense of humor tickled her.  I had teased her with the thought of a threesome for a long time but I had never mentioned it to Paul.  And we had never done anything close to a threesome because Jen was basically a shy almost insecure person.  But the fantasy made for great sex.

This hot summer day, Paul came over to help us cut up and stack a cord of wood that was delivered as full length logs.  It was hard work and we stayed with it for about three hours before the sun had taken enough of our strength.  We came in for beers and ice tea and decided to quit early for the day.  After a couple of beers I suggested showers and Paul went first.  While he was in the shower I spoke to Jen and told her to complain about her back being sore when she was done with her shower.  She asked why and with a twinkle in my eye, I said, “Wouldn’t you like a nice relaxing back rub.”  I let her imagination fill in the rest.

The subsequent showers went quickly with a little bit of flirting between Paul and Jen as they came in and out of the bathroom.  He, predictably, had a comment and a suggestion for her when she tried to dash to the bedroom in a towel.  She of course, stopped and flirted sticking her leg out at him so the fold of the towel opened and showed her whole leg right up to her hip.  She came out dressed in a tank top and tiny shorts.  The two men were sitting on the couch drinking beers and listening to music.  As requested, she mentioned that her back was bothering her and I immediately suggested that I give her a back rub.

I asked Paul to move to the chair, while I spread the cushions of the couch onto the middle of the floor and had her lay down on a sheet used as a covering.  She lay on her stomach and I began to rub her lower back, asking her where it hurt and she replied that it was both in her lower back and in her shoulders.  I asked Paul how he was feeling and he said fine now that he had a beer in his hand.  I then suggested that he get on the other side of her and help me massage her.  I sensed no hesitation as he made his way onto the floor.

When I pulled her tank top up to the top of her shoulders she had to rise up off the cushions a bit so it could get over her size C+ breasts.  As we got a quick flash of their sides I gave Paul a facial expression that said – pretty nice huh.  He nodded back.  We massaged her entire back with four hands rolling and kneading her skin.  She moaned in response to my questions about how it felt.  I made a big deal about trying to get to her shoulders with the tank top on and finally told her in an exasperated tone that the top would have to come off.  She objected, but I insisted telling her that she was already naked around her breast area.  So she reached up and took it off.  I could tell as she settled in again that she was really beginning to enjoy this and I knew her imagination was getting going.

As I rubbed her shoulders in a smooth sensual way I repeated defensively that she complained about the pain in her shoulders and lower back.  After a pause I told Paul to pull her shorts down a little so he could fully get to her lower back.  Jen acted like she wanted to complain and didn’t provide any help but soon Paul had dropped her shorts about three inches lower exposing her whole back.  Neither of us could tell if she was wearing panties.  We continued to massage her, moving up and down along her back trading places on her lower back and shoulders and then I decided it was time to rub her legs.  I told Paul to do the leg closest to him while I did the one closest to me.  I told him to follow my lead and we would rub symmetrically down and up her legs.  When he moved beside her leg, I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was getting excited from rubbing her cool smooth flesh.

We started down and took our time doing it each using two hands.  We massaged her feet which were nice and clean from the recent shower, lifting them up to get at them.  As I returned her leg to the cushion I made sure her legs opened up a bit more than they had.  Then I slowly began moving up as Paul followed, gently rubbing around her leg.  We moved to the bottom of her shorts and I got two full fingers under the edge touching her ass and the inside of her leg very near her crotch which was very moist.  Paul did not follow that move even though I encouraged him with a look.  I didn’t know how far he would go, but he was clearly enjoying it.  I rubbed her ass through the material of her shorts and rocked her back and forth as I did.  We both gave her a few very light gentle strokes all over her back and legs as though we were finishing.  She stretched with all the tension of her imagination and the massaging.

I then told her it was time to turn over and she objected since she was wearing no top.  I told her I would put her loose top over her breasts.  I picked it up and held it over her back so she could modestly turn over which she finally did after a bit of protestation.  I laid the jersey loosely over her breasts.  We began to rub her stomach and the top of her shoulders.  I started to rub the sides of her breasts under the top.  She was watching us.  I told her in kind of a commanding way to keep her eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling.  She obeyed.  With a look I encouraged Paul to rub around the edges of her breasts and he did.  She didn’t object.  She just lay there with her hands under her head and her eyes closed.  I started to move my hands very gently across the tops of her breasts keeping her modesty with the top over my hands while Paul was rubbing her stomach.  She was peeking.  I told her not to look and threatened to blindfold her.  I knew she was curious who was rubbing where and it was driving her nuts.

I lifted my hands off of her and with a look suggested to Paul that he rub her breasts.  He lifted his hands and I immediately placed mine back down where he was on her stomach.  My fingers were pointed toward her legs and my fingers edged their way under her shorts.  With one hand I unsnapped her shorts.  Paul who had begun to rub her upper chest had moved down under the tank top and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts.  I was smiling at him; encouraging him.  She again stretched and slightly arched her body and I knew I had them both.  She was having trouble staying still and Paul was definitely into massaging her breasts which he did magnificently using two handed squeezing mixed with gentle finger passes on her nipples.  Even though the top blocked my view I could see what was going on and I was enjoying it too. 

I caught her peeking again and I took the top off her breasts and placed it over her eyes tucking it under the sides of her head.  Her breasts retained most of their perkiness since her hands were still up under her head.  Her nipples were huge and as hard as I had ever seen them.  Paul and I looked at each other with huge grins on both our faces.  I asked her if she was wearing panties and she asked why I wanted to know.  I told her to just answer the question and when she said yes, I began to remove her shorts, pulling the zipper down.  She didn’t object, in fact, she raised her hips as I pulled them off her legs.  I sat in between her legs, spreading them wide, and rubbed each leg up and down with one hand.  Paul continued to focus on her top although not just on her breasts.  He was rubbing her sides pulling the skin toward the middle with smooth strokes up and down the length of her stomach, chest and shoulders, still true to the massage.

I leaned forward and kissed her on her stomach with my chest just touching her panties and Paul returned to touching her breasts.  I think she had her first orgasm at that moment as her legs squirmed and her back arched as she tried not to moan.  Her breathing, however, was a dead give away.  No one acknowledged the orgasm and we continued to massage her.  I suggested to Paul that we trade places and we did.  After kissing her on her cheeks and neck and getting a warm return kiss from her, I straddled her still blindfolded head and touched her more than massaged her and began kissing her all along her body at the same time.  I moved my whole body down toward her stomach while Paul was rubbing her legs. 

My hands moved to her panties and began to rub her pussy through the cloth while Paul watched intently.  She was soaking and her panties clung to her crack.  She was wriggling again and arching and now noticeably moaning.  I guess the pretenses were over.  I reached each hand under her the sides of her panties and teased her by touching the flesh near her triangle.  Looking at Paul, I told him to join in and he also teased her by rubbing her legs in the fold between her legs and her pussy.  I pulled the sides of her panties together exposing more of the large swollen lips of her pussy and Paul took advantage of this.  My legs were on either side of her chest with my groin hanging in her breasts.  I felt Jen’s hand reach up and rub my ass through my sweatpants.  I turned around and told her not to touch me and to just lean back and be still if she could.  She responded by returning her hand behind her head and giving a huge prolonged arch.  Paul took advantage of this by rubbing her pussy down the middle with his palm.

I encouraged him and said how she seemed to like that a lot and he should do more of it.  He continued to rub her pussy when she lay back down.  I told Paul to take her panties off and when he had them half off I commented if Jen doesn’t mind.  She just moaned a loud positive response.  I told Paul that it looked like her pussy needed a tongue cleaning and he immediately complied.  I turned around and began kissing Jen on her face, neck and shoulders while she had a huge obvious orgasm that just kept cuming and cuming.  Later she told me she had a rush of multiple orgasms during this time but they were so close together she couldn’t count them.

We relaxed with a cigarette and beer.  The blindfold had come off when I was kissing her and she now used it to loosely cover her groin while she lay on her side.  Paul and I were still completely dressed and the oddness of this escaped nobody’s attention.  Jen objected and said we should take off our clothes.  I could tell she hasn’t yet had enough and I quickly pulled off my clothes while Paul stood a little dazed.  I moved behind Jen and reached around in front and began playing with her breasts.  I told Paul that I thought she would like to see him do a striptease.  I told him that if he did, I would let him fuck her first.  She punched me but I knew she didn’t mean it. 

He waited for the start of the next song and stood and began dancing with the music.  He had good rhythm and moved his hips in front of Jen’s face.  She was staring at his noticeable hard on in his jeans.  I was lifting and cuddling the weight of her breasts while he danced.  It was beginning to get dark and this added to a romantic atmosphere.  First, he took of his shirt and did a pretty good job making it look sexy.  Then at the end of the song, he disappeared into the bedroom.  When the next song came on out he marched with a pillow in front of him.  It took a few minutes before we could tell he still had his shorts on.  He wore black jockey style shorts which held his large cock tight.  He danced with the pillow mostly rubbing it in front of him against his crotch.  Eventually, he moved to the arm of the couch and leaned against the pillow which rested on the arm.  His hands free, he removed his shorts.  We couldn’t quite see his cock because it sank into the softness of the pillow.  While he was doing this I put my hand in Jen’s crotch and with her tank top still there began rubbing the top up and down in a way she seemed to enjoy.  Paul was dancing with the pillow, rubbing it in a way that let his cock appear above the top of it as he moved the pillow down with the rhythm of the music. 

Then a slow song came on and I suggested to Jen that they dance together.  She made a comment that with that big thing in front of him they wouldn’t be able to get that close.  But she got up when I urged her and they fell into each other’s arms.  At first it reminded me of catholic school dances – leaving room for the holy ghost.  But soon Paul wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close.  I don’t think I have ever seen two naked people dancing together before but it was real sexy.  His cock was pushed into her belly and was listing to one side, so when they danced around in a circle you could see it pressing against her.  They both started kissing each other’s neck and their hands began to wander.  I left the room to get condoms and candles and when I returned he was lying on top of her on the sofa cushions pressing his thigh between her legs and they were deep throating each other with their tongues.  It didn’t seem to take long for Jen to return to her wild excited state and this time she was moving all under him and grabbing his ass and pressing her breasts between them.  You could tell he enjoyed the abandon with which she went at it.  I was pleasantly surprised with how excited I was watching my best friend with my wife in such an intimate way.  When we talked about the fantasy and the attraction I always wondered if I would feel differently watching it.  But I was as excited as they were just watching.  I loved it when Jen was out of control with sexual desire and she sure was today. 

I lit the candles and handed Paul a condom.  I then sat in the chair that was by their feet and played with myself as I watched them.  Paul went down on Jen for a short time, teasing her clit with his tongue, not wanting her to orgasm that way this time.  God, he’s good, I thought.  Jen looked at me while he was doing this and I gave her a big smile.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  Soon Paul was on top of her, entering her slowly.  He paused his cock as it was moving in but Jen couldn’t wait and her hips rocked up and down bringing his cock in more frantically.  She was already beginning another orgasm.  Paul couldn’t help responding to her movements and soon he too was out of control with no thoughts about entering slowly or teasing her.  He was pounding away at her fast and hard but with smooth strokes that she seemed to feel every inch of.  In a few minutes he was screaming and she was moaning and it completed itself.  They cuddled together for a few minutes before he pulled out and turned over.  I think he was concerned about how I might be reacting.

“My turn”, I said with a grin and Paul got up and headed for the bathroom.  I moved my head to Jen’s crotch.  Since Paul had worn a condom there was no sperm to deal with, but I was wondering how moist she remained.  Licking her pussy lips and clit I saw no problem.  I lifted her legs and kissed around her brown hole which I knew she liked sticking the point of my nose into the opening of her pussy at the same time.  As I moved up and along her body with my kisses and tongue she began to slowly squirm again.  I moved up quickly and with our faces together, she kissed me and whispered her gratefulness.  I told her we were just getting started and she moaned deeply.

I asked her if she could feel how hard my cock was and soon I was positioning it at her opening.  I slowly moved it in an inch and rubbed it back and forth at her entrance. With each thrust I went just a little deeper until she was fully matching my thrusts.  Paul returned from the bathroom.  I told him to get ready again.  This nymph still hadn’t had enough.  I pulled out of her and told her to change positions and get on top.  She was in a very submissive mode and sat astride me sliding my cock into her wet hole easily while I was on my back.  I told Paul to come over because she wanted to give him a blowjob.  He stood with his feet on both sides of my shoulders and presented his half hard cock to her.  He eagerly grabbed it with one hand and brought it to her tongue.  Licking it and kissing it, she was looking into his eyes, while I had a bottom ups view of it all.  She and I were riding together like a bucking bronco until I came spurting deep inside her.  As we stopped our bumping she continued to work Paul’s cock, working him all the way into her mouth.  I reached over and handed her another condom which she expertly rolled down the length of his cock.  I told her to get off me and prepare for him.  She was building to another orgasm.

She got off of me and asked Paul if he would do her doggie style.  It had a pleading tone to it and Paul was more than willing to comply.  She leaned forward into the chair and he knelt behind her.  It was her favorite position and she had a great ass.  Paul eagerly humped her but would slow as she started to reach the edge of her orgasm.  He was deliberately teasing her and she seemed to grow wilder as a result.  He alternated hard rhythmic thrusts with still hips and caresses over her breasts and shoulders.  She started to beg him to fuck her and when he began thrusting again she screamed Yes Yes Fuck Me Fuck Me and this time he kept going until they were both drained.  She began to weep softly as they collapsed together back down on the cushions where I was.  She gave me a long slow thankful kiss and turned to the other side and kissed Paul’s shoulders snuggling into his side.  I caressed her ass very slowly.   We cuddled that way in each other’s arms with her in the middle for about a half-hour before we realized how hungry we were. 

We had a few more threesomes after that with Paul, but none as exciting.  I think Jen always enjoyed them, but eventually Paul and I became a bit less enthusiastic.  Typical of men, Paul and I never discussed our trysts outside of the experience themselves.