The circles of flesh were tight and hard, like those of an athlete. Yes, Phillip had preserved everything. Harry moved his neck slowly from side to side underneath the testicles. Each time Phillip's prick rose hard and heavy. Then it fell like a hand caressing the back of his neck.
When Carol had finished undressing him, she stood flat against his body, his hands over her ass now, her hands moving tenderly up his sides into his armpits. Simultaneously Harry and Phillip began to talk.
"I want to eat you, Carol," said Harry.
"Why aren't you naked?" Phillip asked heavily. He pulled away from them and stood like a commanding general, the muscles of his body taut and expanded as though he were about to lift iron weights.
His cock stood firm and large, like a lance.
Carol looked at him expressionless, not answering. Harry watched Phillip, though his head was lowered like someone ready to kick off a football. Nobody spoke.
"Well," Phillip demanded of Carol, "why aren't they off? Surely at this point you're not ashamed?"
"Ashamed of what, Phillip? Taking off my pants, you mean?" She threw the question back to him.
"Your cunt, you bitch." He came toward her fiercely, repeating,
"Your cunt, your cunt."
"Since when did you become a bitch?" he yelled as he tore her panties off. Harry watched stupefied. "It couldn't be that you don't want Harry to know."
Carol looked terror-stricken at him. As her panties dropped, she fell to the floor and flung her arms around Phillip's ankles. She began to sob. The smooth wooden coolness of the floor refreshed her body.
This is what a grave must feel like, she thought.
Harry moved for the first time. He did not know what was happening. Perhaps something a bit too personal to be made clear to an outsider. Maybe he would find out, but not now. Now all he saw was her beautifully rounded ass staring up into the candlelight, and her legs parted ever so slightly. He imagined how her pussy must feel next to the sweating hardness of the floor.
"I want it next to me," he thought. "I'll figure out the riddle later."
He moved as fast as a gun fighter over to her. Moved up easily behind her, he ignored Phillip, who glared down on them. She was still sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking in hysteria.
Harry sunk his cock deep into her cunt. At first he was tempted to fuck her asshole, but she appeared so feminine, sobbing so helplessly, that his cock instinctively slipped up her vagina. Her cunt was hot and dry.
"That's right, Harry," Phillip cried. "Fuck her; fuck her till her cunt goes dry." Her cushiony but supple buttocks rotated against his stomach, softly pushing against his tightened abdomen. His body arched over her ass like a protective covering. He closed his eyes and it was like dying in quicksand.
Her passion was mixed with sorrow. She moved her cunt ferociously around his cock. As his orgasm blasted her, she twisted over on her back. Harry's prick was still coming, the sperm still bursting from his cock. Carol, no longer sobbing or ashamed, exposed the front of her body.
Her tits heaved up and down, her legs parted and raised, she forgot she was wearing her merkin. Her new cunt hairs were moist with Harry's come. No longer concerned with Phillip's reaction, she pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Phillip, Phillip, eat me. I'm sorry; I'm sorry but eat me." Her eyes were closed and she was in that other world, the world of touch.
Phillip had become so hot watching them that while they were fucking he had masturbated, making sure not to take his eyes off them.
Harry had come more quickly than he would have thought. It wasn't until he saw Carol roll over and Harry's prick still swollen with come that he began to have an orgasm himself. His sperm flooded into his hands.
Ignoring Carol's cry, he jumped on top of Harry, pushing his sticky rod into Harry's waiting mouth as he grabbed Harry's prick with his own lips. They finished each other off masterly. While they consummated their pleasure, their cocks home at last in one another's mouth, they heard Carol's pleas.
Harry opened his eyes and saw her lying, legs pulled back, revealing her open-mouthed cunt. The blond hairs of her pussy looked like lace against the lips of her pussy. The little pink-tongued clitoris pouted out stiff, like a minute penis. His sperm, still fresh, came from her vagina and formed a glaze over her genitals.
She cried for Phillip, but Harry answered, "Will I do?" No sooner had he erupted in Phillip's mouth, when Phillip felt Harry's prick grow up again, hard and strong, like a big boy's. Harry pulled away from under Phillip and crawled to Carol's enfolding legs. His mouth pushed against her pussy and moved around as though it were a food he had been deprived of for years. He licked her until he could no longer taste the sperm he had left in her.
She cried in ecstasy, grinding her cunt frantically against his mouth, crying, "Fuck me with your tongue, baby, please." He slipped his tongue deep inside her and moved it like a cock. His hands were under her ass, so that her pussy was as close to his face as it could possibly be, and he moved her around his mouth like a seal playing with a ball.
Phillip was out of his mind with jealously and excitement, one emotion more intense than the other. My role tonight seems to be relegated to that of the vicarious, he thought. I must prove I am a bit more normal! He caught Harry's silky rod in his hand, stroking it hard.
Then, as Carol sighed out her orgasm into the firm lipped receptacle of Harry's burning mouth, Phillip moved his asshole under and up against Harry's bursting cock.
It caught fast and steely in that well-used area, but tonight it was different. It was harder and it knew what it wanted. It seemed to want to rip his anus in two and that was all right.
When Carol came, Harry placed his fingers gently up her mysterious pussy and felt her vagina vibrate against his hand. He moved his prick deep inside Phillip's ass. He swung it in him like a huge clapper inside a great bell.
Carol heard Phillip groan in passion and crawled to him, sliding her hands under his stomach. Tracing the hair line tenderly down to his fat, rock-like prick, she worked it gently, rhythmically, with the moving of his hips. Harry's fire of flesh made the world's greatest carillon ring.
Carol wanted to be fucked. Perhaps if she hadn't tried to keep her secret from Phillip, it would have worked out differently. She still didn't know if he had observed. She was nervous with passion. Phillip responded to Carol's fingers, and when Harry's stomach lay flat against his ass with exhaustion, Phillip slipped away and came to Carol like an old dog coming home.
He moved her gracefully around so that she was flat on her back, her arms extended, crucifix style. The candles were very low now. Some of the wax had splattered on the shiny floor, and some of it had dripped onto their bodies.
"You look beautiful," Phillip whispered to Carol as he mounted her.
Both their organs were like glue pots. Phillip plunged far and pulled slowly, each thrust made her cry out. Suddenly, in the midst of extremely sensitive fucking, Phillip froze at the fuzzy sensation around the base of his cock. It had been so pleasurable he had lost himself in that sensation. But it was Carol, his darling he was fucking, and he remembered like a bolt of lightning.
His prick became cemented in her cunt. He looked down at her organ and there, as if by magic, she had grown a perfect cunt wig.
Carol's hands dug into his back and down his buttocks into his asshole.
She tried to indicate by pressure for him to continue fucking her, until she realized that it was really Phillip who was on top of her, and that she was really Carol.
Phillip looked hard at her new pussy hairs. She dared not say a word. Each time Phillip ravished her, he felt he was the wolf raping Goldilocks, sucking the purity anew. To her astonishment, his cock didn't diminish within her, she could feel it, eager and sure, ready to spill its milk at any moment.