Billy felt Sam's cock rubbing against his own, and felt the girl begin to groan and move with a new frenzy. She began to jerk wildly, her two holes clamping down on the cocks fucking them. Billy felt her juices gush out over his balls and cock and knew she was coming. He was making her climax, and he just couldn't believe it! He was making this lovely girl, better looking that anything he could ever hope to buy with a thousand dollars, come like a river. Her swampy crotch was making sucking noises as she ground her pussy against him in circles.
And then sagged forward over Billy, panting and whimpering with exhaustion.
Sam, feeling her anus clasping spasmodically around his hard cock, said, "I want some of that pussy."
"I didn't come yet," Billy said, beginning to shuttle his prick into her still body as best he could. "But I guess we can trade places."
"On the bed."
"Yeah."
Sam drew out of her asshole slowly, stood, grasped her under her arms. Billy got up and helped him carry her to the bed. Sam repositioned the cameras to take in the next episode, and then, while Billy stood jacking his cock and watching, got onto the bed. DesirЋe's eyes were open, watching him come down over her. In her situation, she had bonded with him as her protector against the insane other half of the kidnapping team, taking him for a friend. Now, as he hooked his hands under her knees and drew them high and wide apart, he looked down at her enticing vulval slit covered with the soft pelt of butterscotch-colored hair, lying like cornsilk on the plump labia, either side of the delicious, wet furrow.
DesirЋe's breasts heaved with her breathing as she looked up at him helplessly, knowing that a second penis would soon be sluicing wetly into her sacred vagina. She peered between the ample melons of her round tits as his cockhead disappeared below the hairy mound of her pussy. She felt the insistent prod of his flaring glans, felt the mouth of her cunt yield and stretch, giving way before the young man's lusting thrust. Once again, she caught her breath in a gasp as he eased his cock into her vagina, his weight supported on one arm while his other held one of her knees high and wide. Their eyes locked as the intimate penetration deepened, then the both looked down to watch it happen, as they alternately glanced from each other's face to the junction of their genitals. Sam saw her tender flesh swell outward, the labia doubled back.
Billy watched, jacking his big cock while his best friend sank his cock into the cunt of the most beautiful girl he had ever known, saw her mouth open wide as Sam's shaft slowly and completely disappeared from sight, his big balls swinging against her exposed asshole, raw and red from the fucking it had received and which had helped bring her to her first orgasm. When he was all the way in, Sam lowered himself onto the comfort of her tits, which bulged out to the sides, and the girl's legs, trembling in the air, slowly raised up higher and folded around her new lover's lean buttocks, which began to slowly rise and fall, driving the rampant cudgel of his penis in and out of her soft, tight vagina.
Billy knew what his friend was feeling and knew that he would not want to change places very soon, so he stepped back and flopped in the chair, stroking himself to bring back the sensations he had relinquished when they had drawn their wet cocks from her juicy, young, female belly.
Sam was fucking her, and he had never felt anything so pleasant in his life, her tightness and tenderness goading him on involuntarily to the next deep, hard stroke, and the next and the next, in and out of her pink, honeyed palace of joy and pleasure. He felt her moving instinctively with him, pushing her vagina up and over his cock, matching him stroke for stroke, feeling the inner surfaces of her flexing asscheeks clutching at his down-swinging balls, her fingers gripping his shoulders and pulling him down close to her, so that her panting breaths puffed in his ear. She was so sexually hungry, he wondered if her politician husband was giving her regular sex or not. And he heard her very quiet voice in his ear grunting quietly whenever his penis hit an especially sensitive spot inside her.
"You… you won't let him hurt me, will you?" she whispered. "I didn't hurt his brother. I – agh – agh – I've never hurt anyone."
Trying to control his voice in spite of the feelings the loving grip of her cunt was raising in him, Sam whispered to her, "I'll do my best, DesirЋe, but – agh – aaaaagh – but you've got to make – aaaagh, shit – you've got to make him like you. Don't let him think you don't like him."
DesirЋe strained harder against him, feeling the reaming stab of his cock to her cervix, making her womb vibrate with desire for his cum. He began fucking her faster and faster, rising up over her so that his thrusts jarred her heavy tits and made them roll on her chest. Sam could see the inner lips of her pussy gripping his penis, could feel his passion building.
And then she was coming again, great shudders of body-quaking explosions ripping through her loins as her nails scored his back. She moaned and whimpered for a long moment, and fell back, her pussy still squeezing his cock in spasms.
– you've got to make him like you, came the echoes of her present lover's admonition in her mind. She had to make him like her, but how? While Sam, whose name she did not know, continued fucking his cock into her still-hot vagina, she turned her half-closed eyes toward Billy, sitting in the chair masturbating. Taking a chance, she reached out her hand for him.
At first he didn't notice, but then he got up and stepped over to the bed, leaning his knees against the edge of the mattress. DesirЋe's hand moved slowly, timidly to his prick, which she found difficult to encompass, and began stroking it up and down in the same way he had been doing to himself. Billy took a deep breath, smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, savoring her gentle touch.
Sam kept fucking DesirЋe and she urged him quietly, "Please don't stop," she said in her silky voice. "Don't stop yet, please."
"You like it, baby?" he whispered, feeling her left arm distractedly moving her hand up and down Billy's cock, her thoughts on the deep electric feelings in the loving vagina.
"Oh, yes, I can't help it, and… and I can't stop myself. You won't stop, will you?" She was making little grunts of pleasure in her throat.
"Not if I can help it."
"Agh… agh… oh, I'm sorry… you… agh… feel so good."
"Really?"
"Oh, why won't Mark make love to me like… agh… agh… this?"
"He must be crazy."
"I want him to, but he won't touch me."
"I'll touch you," Sam said, his fingers prodding gently around her anus, feeling his slick, wet cock sliding back and forth in her snug, oozing pussy.
"You hurt me, you know, back there," she said softly, without missing a stroke with her cunt up over his raging prick.
"Really? Sorry."
"Yes, I'm a bit sore," she told him. She was speaking calmly now, having bonded with the saner of her captors, with the young man whose male organ was giving her so much long-needed pleasure. He was pushing so deep into her, staying planted against her cervix a moment before each quick, sucking outstroke that rasped at the bundle of nerves near the entrance to her womb. "I want to have a baby, and he won't even touch me."
Sam saw her eyes mist with tears of frustration that this fuck seemed to be relieving. Damn, she was trying to get knocked up and she wasn't even protected, not on the pill. What if she got pregnant today? That would be a hoot! Aroused at the thought, Sam began to fuck in and out of her pussy faster.
Billy had been watching them talk quietly while they made love slowly, but he could only catch the odd word of their conversation, which never seemed to slow the pace of their motion. The girl's body was moving on its own, independent of her mind, but as Sam increased the speed of his fuck-strokes into her furry, pink-rimmed vagina, he saw her eyes begin to close as her feelings expanded. Her hand on his cock was losing its coordination, and Billy wanted some stimulation, so he got onto the bed.