Paul Can't Hold Back!

Too late, my cock is spasms sending a jet of cum into Maggie's eyes.

"Yuk!" she said, blinking wildly, then wiping it away with her forearm.

"Don't wast it!" Natasha said, moving closer. "I'll clean it all up for you." And with that, she leaned into Maggie and began to gently lick away the congealing cum from her cheekbone, nose, chin and lips."

I stood up and walked over to the window and stared out of the gardens, berating myself for getting so excited. When I looked back, Maggie was on her back, alone, and I could clearly see between her arched, spread legs the fine down of her pubic hair like fairy-fluff in the lamplight, and beneath it the pink of her gash glistening with a patina of her seeping cum.

I looked for Natasha, saw her over by an antique chest of drawers.

"Try the bottom one," Maggie called to her.

"Are you sure."

"Not really but try in there all the same."

"She stooped to open the bottom drawer and began hurriedly rummaging through its contents. Finally, she stood up with her prize: an enormous dildo set in latex pants.

She came over to the bed and quickly stepped into her into the new garment. She had to stretch the material to make it pass over her hips. After a few adjustments, she stood proudly at the foot of the bed, the dildo swaying outrageously before her.

"It's been a while," Natasha said while looking down curiously at the unwieldy contraption jutting from her hips.

The anticipation of seeing Maggie fucked by Natasha has me well on the way to a full erection. Was it too late to perform my manly duty? Natasha was already kneeling on the bed, positioning herself between Maggie's parted legs.