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And then not just a prick pumping her lovingly shaved vagina, but a tongue that could only be Kath's licking her clitoris and a thumb slowly easing itself into her anus. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Lin cried before Kath's tongue thrust itself into her mouth while her hand shaped itself so that it could ease into her vagina as Tone transferred his prick to Lin's arse.

Lin loved sex. It was the one time that her usual world of ruthless competition and pitiless one-upmanship could be forgotten and she could surrender herself to pure unmediated ecstasy. No drug had the same effect (beyond the extent to which it enhanced the sex act). Sex was all Lin needed. Fucking. Fisting. Buggering. Sweating copiously on your partner. Not knowing and not caring who was fucking you and who you were fucking. When your back and your front was a sheen of perspiration blended with that of whoever you were fucking. And Kath and Tone were the perfect fuck partners. Unselfish. Uninhibited. Uncomplicated. And they never gave up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No fucking let up at all.

Time passed when Lin was making love as it should be. Not measured in minutes or hours, but climaxes, orgasms and moments of absolute pleasure.

Until the time came when Tone had no more spunk to give, Kath's tongue was red and raw, and Lin's cunt had lost its lubrication and was feeling sore.

The three of them collapsed together on the bed, with the lamps still shining but the window open and the glimpsed view into other apartments from across the road. A car drove by slowly in the way that was only ever noticeable well after midnight.

Lin looked around her.

"Where's Col?" she asked.

"That Schwarzenegger guy you came in with?" said Tone.

"Yeah, him."

"I dunno," said Kath. "He must have left after I jumped in. I'd tried to get some conversation out of him, but it was a fucking waste of time. The guy was crushed!"

"I bet he was," said Tone, half-sympathetically. "It wasn't his fault he was lacking in the dick department..."

"I don't fucking care," said Lin. "All I wanted was a fuck and he couldn't even do that!"

"He tried his best, Lin," pleaded Kath.

"I fucking expect more from a man," said Lin. "I want a man to be able to do what a man is supposed to do. What other fucking point is there? If you want a fuck, a man should be able to give you a fuck. And Col couldn't do it. His prick was a fucking joke!"

"You've got high standards, Lin," said Kath.

"You're fucking right I have," said Lin. "And just like when I'm at work, when I want something I fucking want it now and I want it fucking good!"