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and reversed their positions.  “Let’s get down to business.”
    As he pulled the soft top of the dress downwards to free her breasts, Lorna pushed the robe off his shoulders and ran her hands over his back.  As he cupped her breasts in his hands and started to nibble on one and then the other, she reached between them and freed me from the folds of the cotton prison that had trapped me but not prevented me from standing proudly erect.
    Her hand closed over me and stroked slowly up and down, firmly but not insistently, as though she instinctively knew that though I craved some attention, coming was not the object.
    I relaxed some of my tension and let her stroke me.
    ***
    B ryce sat back on his heels between Lorna’s spread legs, his left thumb against her clit as he pounded the dildo buried inside her back and forth.  Her head was thrown back against the pillows in ecstasy as she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples as he’d earlier instructed.
    Watching her, he felt a sense of power he hadn’t felt since crossing the finishing line ahead of the taller, more popular, more powerfully-built boy in the final of the Under-16s 100m sprint on School’s Sports Day.  All eyes had been on the other boy—the gold medal had practically had his name on it.  But, although he’d had only the fifth fastest time in the line-up, Bryce had known that if he ran the perfect race he was in with a chance.  The gods had been smiling down on him that day.  Everything, including the best start of his life, had come together perfectly.  Bryce had savoured the moment of stunned silence before the crowd had acknowledged his triumph.
    Nothing in life had come as close.
    Until now.
    Watching Lorna give herself completely over to pleasure made him feel like a maestro: a concert pianist on a Bösendorfer, a gifted violinist on a Stradivarius...giving untold pleasure with the touch of his hands.
    “Suck on your nipples for me, babes.”
    It was the only thing he wanted to do, but couldn’t from his position.
    She complied without question, pushing her left breast upwards and bending her head to take the nipple between her lips.  Not all women could achieve that.  Her breasts were the big, soft yet firm kind that were perfect for the purpose.
    “Now the other one,” he commanded, increasing the thrust of his hand.
    “Don’t stop.”  Ignoring his order, she grasped the sheet on other side of her, lifted her hips off the bed and rotated her hips like she was dancing to a fast paced Soca song until she climaxed with a loud , “Yesssss!”
    “Turn over and let me spank your fat ass for disobeying me,” Bryce threatened and rolled her onto her stomach.
    His tone wasn’t as offensive as that sounded.  The word ‘fat’ was more like the complimentary ‘phat’.
    He threw the wide skirt of her dress up and stroked her ass before slapping me against each side a couple of times.
    You call that a spanking, my man?
    Poor, poor Bryce.  He was hooked and he didn’t even know it.
    He reached the box of Durex Mutual Climax condoms Lorna had on the table and quickly covered me.  Then he positioned himself behind her, raised his arms and clasped his hands behind his head.
    “Now back that ass up and fuck me like your life depended upon it.”
    Lorna reached behind and grasped me as she scooted back until the back of her thighs touched the front of his.
    She leaned forward as she placed me at the gateway to heaven, and slowly impaled herself.  She moved slowly forward and then back again, wiggling her hips to adjust to my size.
    “I said, ‘fuck me like your life depended upon it’!” Bryce reminded her and brought his hand sharply down on her right ass cheek.
    “Sorry, baby,” she apologized and quickened the tempo.
    Bryce tried to play the ‘dan’, tried to think only of his pleasure while she did all the hard work, but within minutes he had her swinging breasts in his hands and was meeting her every backward motion of her