Pleasure Thieves

Removing his clothing as he moved toward him, Harry arrived naked at his side. Carol was standing behind them, naked also except for her panties. The shadow of her body enlarged on the bare floor. Harry moved behind Phillip, so that his ass was in front of Carol. Phillip was entirely clothed. Harry stuck his head from the rear of Phillip in between his trouser legs and with his teeth began to unzip Phillip's fly.

Phillip was amused.

As his pants fell, Carol came around to the front of him and started to take off his tie. "Daddy is really getting too old to undress himself.

Put your hands on my breasts while I'm working, it makes it so much more pleasurable."

Harry, still crouching, assisted in the most graceful possible way to remove Phillip's pants. Then he put his head back under Phillip's balls.

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.