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crudest things in the sweetest way—a way that made my stomach flutter and my precocious cunt spasm in expectation of his promise.
    I stayed on my hands and knees as my lover rose, his hard prick jutting proudly from his middle. My backside was high in the air and I watched over my shoulder as he knelt behind me. Talia held the base of his shaft and guided his wagging, bouncing cock straight into the little opening of my pussy. Talia had indeed rendered my cunt almost frictionless, but that didn’t change his girth. He eased the tapered bulb of his erection past my pussy lips, and we both sighed as he pushed me apart to sink in deeper, inch by inch.
    Not to be abandoned, Talia settled in on the sofa, where my lover had just been, and parted her legs. After the familiar sight of excited cock, her pussy was like a rare flower with swollen petals. As my lover and I found a rhythm—thrusting, stretching, sliding, pulsing—I lay my lips onto Talia and sought to give her back the pleasure she had given me. Talia had edged forward on the sofa and lifted her feet off the floor to give me all of her cunt. My lips and tongue were already finding her sweetest parts with newfound ease. Although I had to admit that sometimes my concentration wandered, with the waves of pleasure rippling out of my belly and breaking through me.
    With every thrust, my ass fit snugly into my lover’s resilient abdomen as he entered me, withdrew, and then entered again to his full length. Beneath my face and hands, Talia writhed and bucked. With furrowed brow and rolling eyes, she tried to speak. It took her a few attempts to make herself coherent. But when she did, neither my lover nor I could misunderstand her.
    â€œI wan….I want your cock inside me,” she snarled at him.
    â€œNaughty girl,” I chided. “What would your boyfriend say?”
    â€œI want to feel it inside me, Stephanie,” she declared with feral fury. She narrowed her eyes and said, “I want to know how he fucks.”
    I smiled at her decadent heedlessness.
    â€œOf course you may,” I told them both. And my lover dragged his heavy, glistening cock from beneath my buttocks.
    Talia spread herself shamelessly along the sofa, stroking her pussy with her own hands until my lover would fill it. My lover’s eyes flickered into mine with a glimmer of apprehension. But I told him with a glance that what he was about to do was right. In truth, I had never, as a spectator, seen a man enter a woman. And the prospect of it excited me beyond belief.

    I sat on the end of the sofa and took Talia’s head in my lap as my lover manoeuvred himself to the other end of the sofa. Talia could not mask her delight and she played vigorously with herself as my lover moved into position. I’m sure I’ll hold forever in my mind the image of my lover’s strained, glistening cock about to plunge into the ripe fruit of my cousin’s pussy. And then he was in her. Despite the slickness of his cock, covered in my nectar; despite the slippery, swollen readiness of Talia’s cunt, Talia still drew in a sharp breath as his blunt glans separated her little pussy petals. Talia looked up at me through cloudy eyes as his length plunged into her, and I leant down to kiss her parted lips.
    Soon they’d found their own rhythm and they were fucking with the insouciance of new lovers. He leaned forward and my tongue explored his as Talia reached up to trace the outline of our conjoined faces with her fingertips. Talia’s slender legs sought to wrap around him and draw him in closer and deeper. My own fingers held her pubic mound or slid around her vulva. As he intensified his ceaseless rhythm, I found her clitoris still exposed beneath its hood and I began a rhythm of my own. Soon she was trembling and convulsing, clutching at sanity. And so, as we worked her from above and below, she came, hard and quick, right there under my hand. Mercifully, my