Chapter 44: Late Nights and Early Mornings

Tabitha Adams got up to pee at about three a.m., sliding out from beside Paul and padding down the hall to his bathroom. Their bout of sex earlier hadn't been quite as comfortable as she told Paul; on the other hand, it had been very rewarding, since the orgasms produced had been real. It had been a long time since she'd let herself go like that; even when she was supposed to be kicking back with friends, sex had usually been something given in trade for dope or some other favor, and thus, in her mind, business. And business transactions meant that the customer got what he (or occasionally, she) paid for, not that Tabitha got her clit tickled. Clit tickling was something usually done in relative solitude, while Tabitha fantasized about, um, well, somebody like Paul, actually... Hmmmm... Tabitha collected a wad of toilet paper and patted herself dry, resuming her thought process. The last week or so had been pretty wild, what with that fuckin' bastard kidnapping her and fucking her over, Armand fucking Wilson riding to the rescue when she hit the hospital, and Paul. Apparently, they'd pushed the dope outta her, mostly; the urge to get more hadn't disappeared totally, but she had no driving urge to do anything about it. Given the fact that the pursuit of her next fix had been one of the driving forces in her life for a long time, she felt both relieved and bereft of focus.

Then there was Paul. Tabitha stood in the door to the bedroom, gazing down on him in the dim light of a streetlight filtered through his half-closed curtains. The thing about Paul -- one of them, at least -- was that he didn't want anything from her. Come-ons that would have gotten her spread in no time sent him off to hide for a day, instead; rather than him chasing her, SHE was chasing HIM -- and having a tough time of it. Was that the sole attraction, she wondered? Why throw herself at someone who didn't want her?

But that wasn't it; Paul's attitude didn't reflect a lack of interest, but rather a feeling that Tabitha was trying to pay him for something not owed. Married to that was a naturally suspicious nature that mirrored the instincts that kept Tabitha alive and generally unscathed -- except for the most recent incident, anyway. Generally, what Paul got, he bought and paid for -- people offering him free stuff caused him to look the gift over VERY CAREFULLY, checking to see if it was a Trojan horse or something. Tabitha understood that, but she'd offered herself, anyway, and not taken 'no' for an answer -- and, frankly, she'd been highly pleased with the result. And as for Paul's protestations that she owed him nothing, THEY were absolute bullshit, as the fight in the restaurant parking lot a few hours ago had clearly proven. Sure, old man Wilson was paying him to protect her, and no doubt he'd collect his pound of flesh for it -- but tonight had been kind of a date, at her insistence; it had been dangerous and maybe stupid, and Paul had been in control and handled it. Nonetheless, Tabitha put the whole thing aside and put up the excuse that she needed to know if her moneymaker was working again -- something that had HIM doing HER a favor, rather than anything smelling of payback. But the reality was that Tabitha felt an imperative to reaffirm her femininity -- not that she could have expressed the concept -- and THAT required someone who would appreciate the effort. THAT was why she hadn't picked Scott, for instance -- or any other of the available men in the safe house, or an old contact like Julio. Any of them would have taken what she offered without thought, which would have done nothing to affirm its value. The very fact that Paul was leery of the offer implied that he valued it and provided Tabitha what she was looking for; when he finally accepted, she made sure that it was good for BOTH of them, treating the tryst romantically rather than as a business transaction, because she needed to remind herself that she was a woman, too, not just a hooker. It had worked, fabulously -- but what was next?

Paul cracked an eyelid. "Coming back to bed?"

"Howcum you're awake?"

"I'm a light sleeper. Goes with the territory." He eyed her for a second. "I know I'm ugly and all, but how long is it going to take you to work up the nerve to get back into bed with me?"

"Ugly?" Tabitha broke from the door and strode toward the bed, "I SEEN ugly, Honey, and you ain't it! Actually, I was takin' in how good your big ass looked sprawled across this bed!" She crawled onto the bed beside him. "You all lively then?"

"Well, yeah..."

"One hole to go then. Wanna try some ass?"

"What? I, uh, never..."

Tabitha, who had knelt up, eyed him over her shoulder, eyes twinkling. "So I get to pick a cherry?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Paul grinned back.

"Okay, bring it over here, and I'll get it wet," Tabitha directed. "I gotta warn ya, it's not your average ass -- it's a smart ass!" Tabitha grinned from ear to ear.

"Ohhh, boy!" Paul rolled his eyes, but Tabitha wrapped her big, soft lips around his half-hard cock and his next noise was a grunt. She just gulped him down, then tightened her lips and withdrew, dragging them over the entire length of his cock. Then she did it again. By the end of the second pass, Paul was rock solid. Next, she laved spit on it and backed off, leaving it dripping.

"I don't suppose ya got any lube?" she asked. Paul shook his head apologetically. "Wet a finger then?"

"Sure." Tabitha turned back around and Paul wet a finger with spit (not doing as good a job as Tabitha had on his cock), and gently working it into her rectum. It WAS a smart ass; her sphincter didn't fight him.

"Wetter is better," she admonished, so Paul re-wet his digit by spitting in the cleft between her ass cheeks, since licking the finger didn't seem to be a good idea.

The whole anal sex thing wasn't something that had occurred to him; usually, just getting the regular thing was enough of a problem. Still, homosexuals seemed to like it, and the tale was that some women did, too... "Do you like this?" he asked as he nosed his drippy erection against her sphincter.

"Ummm, not somethin' I ever did fo' fun," she replied, "But it's kinda a premium option, if ya know what I mean, so I do it. Don't hurt if you are prepared an' you do it right. Ahhh, easy! We AIN'T doin' it right!"

Paul stopped dead, about halfway in. "Sorry. What can I do?"

"Mmmmm, spit ain't gettin' it. Go any oil? Butter?"

"One or the other. One sec." Paul backed himself out; he wasn't visibly icky, so he stopped worrying about it and headed for the kitchen. Butter and oil weren't exactly bachelor's supplies, but he'd been in here a while, so he had SOME domestic coverage... "Butter's in the fridge -- that'll be cold. Oil?"

"Butter still might be easier ta get in deep, Honey -- but we can try oil. Get 'em both an' we'll see..." Tabitha nonchalantly draped herself over the kitchen table.

"Here?" Paul asked, turning from the cabinet with a bottle of cooking oil.

"Easier ta clean up than a bed," Tabitha replied, matter-of-factly.

Paul shrugged and started trying to coax oil into her sphincter -- a trick if there ever was one. But Tabitha helped by relaxing, and soon his index finger was running in and out pretty smoothly. "Gotta take it easy," Tabitha observed, "or it'll get TOO slick an' ya won't feel anything. Le's try it." Paul made insertion again and slowly started working his way into Tabitha's rectum, but again, at about halfway, Tabitha grunted and waved for him to stop. "Uhhh! Still bad in there, deep. Sorry!"

"Hey, it's... okay," Paul replied.

"Le's go in the bathroom and wash the oil offa me an' the... whatever offa you, then we can go back to bed an' you can poke my pussy some more," Tabitha suggested.

The pair headed for the bathroom, Paul making the pro-forma demurral, "You don't have to..."

"You gotta boner, an' I gotta itch, 'way up inside. Le's not complicate things by keepin' score," Tabitha replied. "Can I use that?" she asked, motioning to a washrag on the bar.

"I don't put them up for show," Paul replied, displaying the forbearance not to add, 'like women do.' Tabitha wet the cloth after warming the water and washed him first, removing what little mess he'd collected before rinsing it out and applying it to her ravaged backside. There WAS a little crap there -- but it was only visible on the washrag, not on his cock. Paul took the rag from Tabitha and did a little more thorough job on her ass, since he could see the mess and she couldn't.

Tabitha reached back with a hand and captured Paul's erection, giving it a maintenance squeeze, "C'mon, Lover, let's put that to work! You make me cum like that again, I might get addicted!" Paul grinned and tossed the washrag in the sink -- three a.m. wasn't the right time to do laundry, especially with a woman holding his dick... Tabitha turned and headed for the bedroom, leading him by his tool.

The next few seconds had a flow to them that Paul didn't think any other woman could have managed. Tabitha crawled onto the bed and knelt up, dragging him along until she needed the hand to crawl forward, then reached back and captured him again as he crawled up behind, plugging him into her pink opening without fanfare and CERTAINLY without any trouble! Once her vagina had captured his glans, it went snug and Paul pushed himself balls deep into some of the most incredible pussy he'd ever had! It was hot, wet, clutching -- luxurious -- and it milked him gently on the outstroke. Tabitha fitted her hips to his height and dropped her torso, which added pressure from her pubic bone to the mix, but also added contact with his pubic hair, swinging balls, and even some shaft action for her clit. "Go to it, Lover!" she urged, "Give Mama a big one!" Paul set up a pace that was brisk but not punishing, and the pair settled in for the ride.

Paul was surprised that he even rose to the occasion; the last time he'd had two orgasms in anything resembling quick succession had been early in his second marriage. To be working on a third the same night, well... Apparently, however, the intervening nap had recharged him somewhat; certainly, he was having no problem providing a sustained attack...

Tabitha was resting her head on her forearms and grunting softly with every stroke. Paul would have been gratified to know how well he was actually doing, because Tabitha was enjoying his efforts immensely. Sex for fun had stopped happening a LOOOONG time ago -- somewhere about the time that her abandonment by Nate's father had raised prostitution as a career choice. Ever since then, sex had been the job, more or less, and relief had been something handled by solitary masturbation -- or dope. Working sex was all about making your partner enjoy it to the point that he got off rapidly and hit the street; Tabitha had developed techniques that worked very well for a male but didn't expose her to much in the way of sensation. Add the fact that she needed to concentrate to employ them and the fact that she was a slow starter, and a john seldom challenged her.

This evening, though, with Paul, she'd put those techniques away in order to see if sex for fun was still possible -- and, surprisingly, it was! In fact, it was damned good! Right now, she was looking for hers, putting her cunt in the right places to make it feel good and get a solid stroke on her clit, and she was letting Paul do the work, rather than concentrating on coaxing him to juice -- and the freedom to enjoy herself the situation granted was intoxicating in itself! Paul was slammin' away, but it wasn't any jackrabbit thing and her pussy could take it -- besides, her clit was lovin' it, getting a slap from his big ol' balls on every stroke! By now, she'd have squeezed most johns dry twice; it would have been all over, the john would have been dressed and gone, and if she'd gotten a little tickle, maybe she'd be diddling herself before going back out. But she was just lettin' instinct handle her pussy, and Paul was pistoning in and out like he had a full tank of gas and nowhere to go, and Tabitha was startin' to lose it... "Uummm... Uummm... Uummm... Shit, that's good! Uummm..."

Paul didn't know whether to believe her or not -- but if it was acting, it was GOOD acting! Hookers usually insisted that you were driving them nuts in an effort to peak your excitement -- which could be an irritant, since making it last was preferable. The other side was the 'instant on' thing they had afterwards that, if you thought about it (and Paul did), was a prime indicator that all the excitement during the act was faked. For that reason, hookers ran behind amateurs -- even the low-end desperation cases he usually ended up with -- in Paul's hierarchy of available sex partners. Tabitha had been pretty flashy earlier in the evening, which was suspicious -- but this time, she was a lot more subdued. Paul wasn't worried, though, because he could feel a tension building in her -- one which experience told him was a real, believable arousal. If she WANTED to fake it, undoubtedly, he'd never know the difference -- but theoretically, that wasn't the point of the exercise, so why worry? "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he huffed.

Tabitha blinked, and turned her head to the side so she could get a look at her husky lover. What could he do for her? Wow! When was the last time she got THAT question? And when was the last time she'd been in a position to accept? "No, Baby, you're doin' jus' fine!" she gasped. "You keep doin' that, an' in a bit I'm gonna be one happy gal!"

An answer didn't seem to be required, so Paul just worked on maintaining his rhythm. Tabitha obviously wasn't bringing her professional tools to bear, but this was still hands-down the finest piece of ass Paul had ever had! Habit and instinct had her clutching him gently with her vaginal muscles, a practiced, educated response well beyond the capability of most women. Only the fact that he was in recovery from a couple of huge orgasms kept him stable -- but that would be short lived, in any case...

Tabitha started seriously losing control; Paul had her clit, and her G-spot -- and her brain, for that matter -- all going at once, and she couldn't just wait passively for the big bang any more. Instincts that seldom kicked in overrode programmed responses and she started to hunch to get that extra little bit, tuning her position to present herself for heavier impacts. "Uuh! Uuh! Uuh! Uuh! Go Lover! Oh, Lordy! Uh! Uh!! Uh!! UUH!! OH, GAWD!!!"

Paul was rapidly drawn into the maelstrom as her pussy's clutch on him intensified and she wailed and rocked herself back into him. Suddenly, they were grinding themselves together while she clutched and milked him -- and all thought of getting her to another of these left him as her inner lining found some combination of contractions that provoked orgasm in him without any warning whatsoever! "Jeezus!"

Tabitha hunched there for a moment, panting, but Paul had apparently finished, too, "You done, Baby?"

"Yeah." Paul was absently rubbing her hips and her ass.

"Okay, jus' leave me like this. I don' think I can move..."

Paul chuckled and got up to get a washcloth. After washing himself off, he rinsed it and carried both it and a towel to Tabitha. "Do I need to straighten you out or something?"

"No, I jus' didn't want ta dribble on the bed, so I figgered I'd keep it in the air. 'Sides, I was fresh out of energy..."

Paul started wiping her vulva with the washrag, "So, I gather that it works?"

"With the right pecker in it, anyway," Tabitha agreed. "That was... shit... damn good!" Clean and dry from the towel, she gingerly rocked forward, straightening her legs and stretching out. "Think y'all could cuddle an old whore while we get in another nap?"

Paul shrugged and nodded. "I can do that." He tossed the washrag and the towel into the bathroom and crawled up onto the bed, pulling her against him. It only took a few moments for both of them to start snoring.

Randall staggered up off the open couch and wandered toward Mary's bathroom, bumping into things here and there due to the unfamiliar territory. This piss seemed to take forever, which Randall found amazing, but earlier in the evening there had been other imperatives. Exiting the bathroom, he discovered that the situation had changed; by the low light of a bedside lamp, the trio were writhing on the bed. Stick hopped up and grunted, "Figured we'd give ya some light..." as he passed by on the way to the bathroom. Teddy and Mary remained on the bed and Randall slowed to make out what was going on.

It was a sixty-nine. Teddy's head was up between Mary's heavy thighs; Mary lay on her side with one leg cocked up and lapped and nibbled at Teddy's glans. Randall eyeballed it all for a moment, then winked at Mary, who just happened to be facing him, and passed on -- to discover Darla Jean hanging over the foot of the couch. "What are they doing?" she asked.

"Soixante-neuf," Randall replied.

"Kewl!" Darla Jean craned to get a better look.

There was a pop as Mary's mouth cleared Teddy's glans. "You're gonna hurt your neck, Darla Jean! Come on over -- there's room on the bed..."

Randall quelled his concerns as Darla Jean circled the couch -- but then she made it easier by capturing his hand and wrapping his arm around her waist, murmuring, "Come here, Sweetheart." The pair sidled up to the bed, where Mary had resumed compensating Teddy for his tongue work.

"Whazzup?" Stick greeted them, announcing his return.

"We're just watching..." Darla Jean murmured, embarrassed.

Stick grinned. "Mebbe we oughta do a pussy-eatin' study..."

"Some of us need to practice first," Randall replied, but he was easy about it.

"Mmmm, maybe. Why don'cha set her there an' get you some?" Stick offered, waving at a corner of the bed.

The surprised glint in Darla Jean's eyes was all Randall needed. "There are worse ideas..."

Randall led Darla Jean to the foot of the right side of the bed as viewed from the head, where she could watch Teddy work on Mary, but Stick forestalled him. "I'm gonna be changin' shit here. Better park there 'til we get organized," he recommended, pointing to the other corner at the foot, which was closer to where Mary was servicing Teddy's erection. "Y'all can go anywhere ya want, once things get settled." That said, he rubbed Teddy's shoulder, "Lemme take over there, Ted. I got somethin' for ya." Teddy glanced up, took in Stick's erection, and nodded, rotating himself back and away so that Stick could insert his narrow frame into what was now a daisy chain with his head replacing Teddy's at Mary's vulva and Teddy, effectively upside-down, going to work on his cock and balls. This draped Stick at an angle, his head buried in Mary's crotch at about the center of the upper part of the bed and Mary's legs gathered more on the upper right corner, his legs extending down and to the lower right corner, almost draping over, while Teddy engaged his erection somewhere in the middle of the lower right quadrant of the bed then draped almost crosswise of the bed past the point where Mary suckled HIS erection.

"Let's go up to the head," Randall suggested. The head of the bed on the left side was the location most open, so he settled Darla Jean with her ass on the edge of the bed, laying back on her elbows. This provided Darla Jean a prime view of Stick lapping at Mary's twat and a somewhat more distant one of Mary absorbing Teddy's cock. If she cranked her head back, she could see Teddy at work on Stick's erection, but it was more difficult. Randall lifted her spread heels to the edge of the mattress and murmured, "Let me know how I'm doing -- not stupid, fakey stuff -- just what's good and what isn't. I want it to be good..." And with that, he knelt up, leaned forward, and started tongue-lashing her inner labia. In a moment, Darla Jean was adding her own notes to the symphony of liquid sucking sounds and low moans being made by the other three.

For Darla Jean, this was a dream come true! Within inches of her wondering eyes, Stick was whirling his tongue all over Mary's twat, drifting here and there and alternating long laps with suction on Mary's thin inner lips and the hood of her clit. Looking up Mary's body, she could see her working a mouthful of Teddy's chubby cock, lovingly suctioning it. Added to all the visual stimulation, Randall was setting HER twat on FIRE with his tongue! "Oooohhh! Easy! Not at the clit -- go alongside! It's too intense! Oh, God! Yeah! There!" Randall laved a bit along her clitoral hood, alternating sides, and she moaned, "Poke at my hole! Uhhh! Along the top -- yeah! Okay, now go back..." The other three were SOOO exciting, but Randall was KILLER!! Taking his cue from her directions, he rotated through attacking her labia, clitoral hood, and quick pokes at her vaginal opening, keeping the sensations fresh, everywhere, and making her moan and squirm.

Darla Jean's moans were music to Randall's ears. He wanted her hotter than a pistol, as long as it was him making it happen! He ramped up the intensity of the attack, intent on bringing her off.

Stick backed off Mary a moment so he could talk, "Hey Randall, watch this!" Randall popped his head up so he could see, and Stick, with great ceremony, wet his finger and started working it around Mary's sphincter while going back to laving her clit.

Mary moaned intensely, and began to thrash. "OOOOO, GAAAAA!" she squawked around Teddy's cock, then her whole lower half started to shimmy! Her ass clenched and quivered, and her anus pulsed open, allowing Stick to insert his finger tip -- which seemed to set her off even harder!

About that time, Randall slipped a finger into Darla Jean' twat to replace the tongue work he'd been doing so he could watch. Darla Jean arched and gasped. Then Randall decided that Mary had probably provided all the entertainment she was going to, so he went back to tonguing her clitoris. Darla Jean pinned his head in place, undulating slowly. "Rub me... a little higher... There!" she gasped, as Randall, following instructions, worked his finger along the upper surface of her twat, apparently finding her G-spot. "Ooohhhh! Mmmm! Mmmm!! Mmmm!! Mmmm!!" The undulations got fiercer and Darla Jean crushed Randall's face to her pulsing crotch as she slid over the top and into ecstasy, "OHGODOGODOGODOGOD!!!" In a moment, she let go and collapsed, gasping, "Oh, that was Heaven, Sweetheart!"

'Sweetheart, huh?' Randall thought. 'Well, that isn't too bad, I guess... ' He got up and pressed his diamond hard erection into her weeping vagina, sliding home in a tunnel still dripping with spit and feminine lubricants. Darla Jean's response was, "Mmmmm, don't you want me to suck it?"

"Some other time." Randall wasn't backing out of THIS unless he had to! Resting his hands on her hips he set up a stroke between her upraised knees.

Darla Jean had made the offer because everyone else was doing oral work, but she wasn't going to press in the face of Randall's efforts! How could he be so good? Her twat LOVED his cock -- it hit ALL the right places. Hell, it hit ALL the places! She could lay here like this and take his pounding... Except she couldn't -- not passively, anyway. Already, she was gripping his waist and corkscrewing her twat onto his cock as he drove it in, her ass going a mile a minute.

Stick, having finished Mary, was watching the couple while Teddy bobbed on his cock. "Shit! She's a dancer, ain't she, Randall?"

Randall grinned tightly and nodded, but he needed his breath and as few distractions as possible, at this point. Once Darla Jean got going, it was tough to figure out who was in control, under the best of circumstances! He concentrated on matching Darla Jean's slowly accelerating series of gyrations, watching her face redden and her small breasts wobble to her panting breaths.

Stick looked down at Teddy, "Hey, Man, Mary's wet -- why don't you see if you can get it in?"

Ted disengaged from Stick's cock, wetly. "What about you?"

"I was thinkin' 'bout that sandwich thing we did the other night..."

"Lube's in the nightstand," Mary offered, pulling off Teddy's mushroom glans. "C'mon Teddy, I'll kneel up."

"What about..." Teddy nodded at Randall and Darla Jean.

"Oh, I think he's over the whole queer thing, for now," Stick grunted. " 'Sides, they're busy." Teddy nodded and scrambled up to get the lube while Mary rolled up onto her knees. In a moment, he was fitting his fat cock into her vagina -- mashing it in with some difficulty, the effort of getting it past the ring of muscle at her opening distorting his spongy glans. Randall, having soaked up at least the fact that they were changing position, nudged Darla Jean, who watched this new act with glassy eyes.

Teddy's glans popped through, and Mary grunted, "Gawd, I'm plugged! Take it easy, now!"

"Y'all can do the movin' for now," Stick directed. "I need Ted to hold still while I get him ready to be the next piece." He swatted Teddy on the ass, gently. "Lean forward an' grab Mama's love handles, Ted." Teddy did so, and Stick started working lube into his anus with his finger.

Randall, watching with glassy eyes, hadn't put two and two together -- too much of his mind was taken up with the feel of his cock plumbing Darla Jean's depths. Darla Jean caught on, though, and swiveled her attention back to Randall. How would he handle this?

Stick applied one, then two fingers to Teddy's asshole, and Randall just couldn't go on being dense. "You're... not gonna..." he wheezed.

"Yeh," Stick replied, matter-of-factly, "I am. Ted likes it. You don' hafta watch..." He wiped his lubricant-smeared hands on his erect cock and knelt up behind Teddy. "Here goes!"

Randall couldn't have looked away if it meant electrocution -- and neither could Darla Jean! Teddy's head came up and he grimaced, but if anything, it looked like he was trying to aid the impalement. Stick took his time, taking little nods from Teddy as his cue to go for another inch or so, so it took a good minute and a half before his nappy pubes rubbed Teddy's ass. Stick backed off and sawed in and out a half-dozen times, then grunted, "Okay, Ted. It's all yours!"

Mary stopped moving, and Teddy started, shuttling himself between being balls-deep in Mary and having Stick balls-deep in him. Both of his partners adjusted themselves to the stroke, and Teddy started driving the train toward completion, an act they'd done in a slightly different variation before. Both Teddy and Stick would grunt on every back-stroke, but that didn't keep Teddy from pumping. Mary would moan as Teddy plowed into her, adding a bit of syncopation to the act.

Randall and Darla Jean watched, amazed, their own activity slowing for a moment; obviously all of the participants in the little train that Teddy was acting as the engine for were enjoying themselves -- something Randall found starkly amazing. Teddy's face was a rictus, but he was panting like a steam whistle, and the occasional intelligible noise was a "Good..." or "Yeah..." But then Randall and Darla Jean's own arousal picked up again, overpowering the urge to watch someone else despite having been triggered by it, and they began paying attention only to their own act again.

Teddy ran things for a while, but Stick started feeling some urgency and, timing his stroke, started applying an exclamation point to Teddy's impacts on Mary's vulva. The little bit extra that Stick was applying to his prostate upped the ante for Teddy, too, and the trio began to rush toward completion.

They failed to arrive before Darla Jean and Randall, however. Every time Randall added fuel to the fire, Darla Jean found a reaction that spiraled things higher! At this point, despite the fact that they were setting a pace that threatened to start a fire from the friction if lubrication should momentarily fail, Darla Jean was urging Randall with both hands on his hips and gyrating at a frantic rate, her ankles crossed behind his back! "OOOOO Lover! I'm so close!" she panted, eyes wild. Randall, deep in the sensations of the moment, found an additional millimeter of throttle and they both red-lined, Darla Jean screeching, "O GOD! YES!! YES!! YES!! YESSS!!!" while she crushed him to her with her heels. Randall's answering detonation was quieter, but no less intense as he tried to force himself into her tightly squeezing snatch, swelling and surging, his consciousness riding the wave of the first pulse of his ejaculation.

In a moment, it was over, and Randall, on wobbly knees, lifted Darla Jean's hips to slide her further onto the bed so he could collapse atop her. This put her back up next to Mary, who was in final approach. Listlessly satiated, she smiled up at Mary, "Good, huh?" Idly, for no reason she could name, she reached out and collected one of Mary's big nipples and began to fondle it.

"OOOOOOOO, GAWWWWDDD!!!" Mary went off, jumping and shuddering, her ass shimmying. Teddy's eyes bulged; territory that he'd thoroughly plowed went from slowly renewing the fight to actively contesting his thrusts, ratcheting up the sensations unbearably. Stick, of course, continued to plow remorselessly into his ass, and Teddy, caught between a rock and a hard place, got the juice squeezed out of him, "AAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!" His fat cock let go of another seeming quart of semen, and his ass, working to assist, wrung Stick, who was already on the edge. "HOT DAMN! JEEZUS!!" Stick ranted, crushing himself to Teddy while cum gouted from him into Teddy's spasming colon. "FUCK, that's good!"