FFF - Ch77

It was inevitable that Shell would want to use her cock. This isn’t Jane’s favorite role, but she’s not a monster. She was born with her penis; it’s understandable how someone might feel with a brand-new one.

So she’s naked in her room, bent at the waist with her palms on the desk. Her thick, hard cock swings as Shell fucks her from behind. Shell is quiet and dignified about it; there’s only her labored breathing to hear over the metallic creaks from the wall panels. She’s urgent without being rough, guided by the pleasure in her shaft.

There’s no technique to speak of, but it still feels good. Jane has to resist the temptation to jerk herself off, and she says nothing as she feels Shell’s fingertips dig more firmly into her hips. The right thing to do here is to let Shell enjoy her first time.

And Shell’s not the only one; they’re in full view of the camera. Annette hasn’t said anything since their clothes came off.

“I feel something,” Shell says a little shakily, speeding up.

Jane smiles. “Go with it,” she says, then bites her lip. This is nice. It’s too bad Shell’s going to cum soon and it’ll be over. The door opens. Jane looks over, but Shell doesn’t. She’s completely focused on what she’s doing.

Curio enters the room, face unreadable. Jane tries to catch her eye, but Curio gives nothing away.

“That looks fun,” she notes, shedding her clothes. Nude, she stands there, stroking her shaft as she watches Shell’s thrusts grow quicker and shallower. Jane’s watching Curio, and Curio’s watching Shell. Her eyes travel from Shell’s face, locked in an expression of intense concentration, down her narrow, scarred back to her firm buttocks.

Curio looks down at her erection. Jane wishes that Curio would look at her; they aren’t doing this for their health. Letting Shell fuck her is the kind thing to do, but it was supposed to be a distraction for Annette so that Curio could mess with the computers.

“Right, then,” Curio says.

“Hey,” Shell says, feeling Curio behind her.

“Shhh,” Curio whispers in her ear. She cups Shell’s breasts in her hands and enters her.

“Hah!” Shell’s cry is shockingly girlish as she explodes inside Jane, whose body is pushed forward as Curio takes control back there.

Jane grunts, supporting herself on the table and pushing back. Buried in Jane’s pussy, Shell’s cock is still spurting while Curio rhythmically does her from behind with expert technique. Shell’s labored breathing becomes whimpering gasps.

Well, no need to drag things out now. Jane grips her cock and pulls it, squeezing her eyes shut and embracing the feelings. The slapping of Curio’s hips against Shell’s ass and Shell’s noises tickle her eardrums. Jane sighs and gushes onto the floor.