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.
Then, saying nothing, he withdrew, leaving her soul and her cunt gaping. He prodded Harry's asshole with his large toe. Harry was in a drug-like state, lying where Phillip had left him previously.
'Harry, Harry,' Phillip prodded, 'go to our young woman and fill her for me. Go now,' he directed. Harry rose like a somnambulist and fell on top of Carol. Phillip stood above them. Harry fucked her with Anonymous The Pleasure Thieves Page 77
passion, the kind of passion he would lay anyone with. Carol's eyes were fixed on Phillip's face, while Harry serviced her with professional assurance.
She looks at me, Phillip thought, but if she wears that artifice, it's because she wants him. I am not at all jealous, but she will never know. As though this last thought gave him an extra surge of adrenaline, he crouched over her head and rammed his maleness into her mouth. She sucked on it like a baby taking its meal.
Carol loved the feel of Harry's prick in her. The exotic bird had found its nest. She had always known it would be that way; they fitted without effort. The passion was there before the technique. She wondered if he knew that.
His body was erupting against hers, each movement an explosion.
Phillip pushed Carol's mouth away from his cock, back into the secret darkness of his anus. She ran her tongue around the supple flesh walls and made delicate circles with her tongue in his asshole.
Harry's head bobbed ferociously in front of Phillip's extended, wavering cock. At the point of his orgasm, he caught it in his mouth.
The three of them came as the last candle flickered out. They were in utter darkness, like mighty mountains shooting volcanic fires.
CHAPTER X
Harry wasn't used to surprises. Didn't like surprises. He liked to know just what was happening all the time. Plan a job carefully, cover every detail, and then pray to the god of thieves that there wouldn't be any surprises.
But the night with Phillip and Carol had narcoticized him, had taken him into a strange rarefied atmosphere — not the dense inner life he knew well, but something outside and extremely powerful. They were weird, the two of them, and he'd travel with them. Probably end up in a dark hole and find it was hell. Maybe they were taking him to hell, because they'd both been there. There and back, and there and back.
Probably where Carol got the highest prices for jewels. Went down, down, and sold them to the highest bidder in hell. You could hold onto your money in hell, Harry felt. You could hold onto your beauty and money and youth and never care about anything else. Hell would be to never to lose your hold on what someone else would admire. Harry had never been in that hell, but he had an idea that Phillip was king, and the handmaid Carol would
