Joanna and Her Lovers Ch. 03

The film certainly had my attention, even though I had a beautiful naked woman sitting next to me, but I was suddenly distracted by a pressure against my flies. Joanna was fiddling with me - and, when I glanced at her, I saw she was doing something similar to Jeremy on the other side.

"Give me a hand, Toby," she said. "I can't get your zip undone properly from here. You too, Jeremy," she added. "Let's get the monster out."

I have an admission to make. One of my many inhibitions about participating in the upcoming orgy had been to do with penis size. I consider myself averagely 'hung', but I was no match at all for the gargantuan proportions of the man currently being fellated in the film. And, when I glanced to my right again, I began to understand Jeremy's continuing attraction for Joanna. Despite his bulk and his baldness, his prick, even seen in the half-light from the movie screen, looked huge. I was clearly the junior partner in that department.

Joanna probably intuited the reason for my hesitation. She took Jeremy's cock in her hand and began to massage it. Then she turned to me.

"Don't be shy, Toby!" she said. (She had to raise her voice to be heard over the clatter from the projector.) "I want to play with your prick! Get it out for me, there's a good boy. Take your trousers off!"

There was no alternative. (There hadn't been one for a long time really, of course - ever since we'd come into the room; ever since Joanna had undressed, in fact.) I undid my buttons and unzipped myself, then dragged my trousers and underpants down to somewhere around mid-thigh. I felt a little foolish to be sitting there like that, literally 'with my pants down', but I forgot about it almost immediately when Joanna took my already erect cock in her left hand and started to do to me what she was doing to Jeremy with her right.

"That's better," said Joanna with a giggle. "And - look! - now I'm in stereo!"

She nodded from one prick to the other to make her point, as she wanked us both gently. Beginning to relax, I threw an arm across her shoulders and reached down to tweak a nipple. I felt Jeremy's arm snake in around her waist.

Meanwhile, back on the screen, the man and woman had changed places. She was now sprawled on the couch, with her legs wide apart - she'd lost some clothing in the interval, I noticed. The man was kneeling, with his face buried between her thighs. The camera cut to a long close-up of his tongue, working juicily in her cunt. (I wondered if his moustache gave her extra pleasure.)

"Hugo! How are you?" called Joanna gaily, still masturbating Jeremy and me. "You look a bit lonely over there. I'm sorry I've only got two hands. But there might be a way you can join in."

He took the hint and came across to us. Then he knelt and abruptly burrowed in between Joanna's thighs, reminding me somehow of a small, scruff-eared terrier going after a cornered rat - and, of course, of the rugby scrum-half he'd been at Oxford. Joanna responded by jostling for more space. She spread her legs, and, when I'd shifted along to accommodate her, she hooked one leg over my knee and the other over Jeremy's. With her cunt now fully exposed, Hugo could delve in deeper and Joanna giggled and gasped her appreciation in return.

By now the man and woman, both completely naked, had begun to fuck. They were lying on their sides, with him behind her. Her upper leg was raised. (The position looked uncomfortable - unsustainable, in fact.) Having established their relative positions, the camera zoomed in on the cock going in and out of the moist sheath of the huge onscreen vagina. It went on for a long time, that endless pistoning.

I was in a sexual daze. You have to remember that I'd drunk a lot as well. I wasn't in any way 'myself'. (Or was I, perhaps, at that moment, more 'myself' than I'd ever been before?) There was suddenly among us, I realised, a sense of community. It surprised me, but I felt thoroughly at home.

Joanna was wriggling excitedly against me in response to Hugo's tongue - and perhaps, in some small measure, to the sensations I was exciting in her nipple. She became vocal. For a while, she'd simply been breathing hard, producing similar noises to those emanating from the speakers beside the screen. But now she let loose a stream of almost-nonsense words - in response, perhaps, to an increasing tempo in Hugo's licking.

"Why do they call it cunnilingus?" she gurgled. "Such an ugly word. Clit - clit-licking! That's what it is. Ooh, lovely!"

"Or slippering" she said. "Because it's slippery. Slippery-gooey-sliding. Or slippery-smoothing. Slippery-smothering. Slippery-smoothly going down. Slippery-lickery-going-on-forever!

"Electric soap with butterflies!" she shouted suddenly, then laughed.

She was clearly becoming incoherent as she neared her orgasm - as her mind deserted sense for feeling.

Although she'd been grasping my cock, for a while now she hadn't - unsurprisingly - been concentrating on her masturbation of me. My prick was simply in her hand. She squeezed it only intermittently and sometimes roughly. Suddenly, however, she let me go. She leaned forward as far as she could (given her current position) and placed both hands (she'd obviously relinquished Jeremy's cock as well) firmly on Hugo's head, pressing his mouth ever more tightly against her centre.

Then she came. I can't describe her orgasm exactly. But she arched away from Hugo even as she pressed him more tightly against herself. Her head fell back, mouth open, and a sort of crepitation started in her throat. Then she heaved an enormous sigh - then crowed delightedly.

"That was wonderful!" she said in a normal voice. "Thank you, darling."

And, as soon as Hugo surfaced, she took his face between her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Your lips are all wet," she said, when they finally parted. "Don't I taste sexy! Isn't it nice!"

*****

The film, of course, was still going on and, having achieved her orgasm, Joanna now returned her attention to the screen.

"Look!" she said. "My favourite part's coming up! It's so funny!"

The man and the woman were still fucking, but they'd shifted their positions. Now the woman was lying on her back, with the man above her, bracing himself on his hands and screwing her mightily. I was amazed at his stamina. I had no idea how anyone could go on so long without either coming or wilting, but this man seemed set to continue all night. I concluded that this ability was the primary qualification for a male porn star.

At that moment, however, another man walked into shot. He was clearly meant to be the woman's husband, newly returned from the office. (He held a briefcase in his hand just to prove the point.) So the scene was set, again, for outrage: hard-working German hubby comes home to find his treasured hausfrau being fucked by another man.

The couple on the sofa stopped moving as soon as they saw him, with the man still embedded in the woman's cunt. They were frozen in mid-screw. Both stared at the newcomer. He stared at them. Then the woman (maybe Helga?) made what were clearly formal introductions: "Hans, this is Volker. Volker, this is Hans, my husband," or something similar. And the two men solemnly shook hands.

"Isn't that wonderful?" laughed Joanna. "Don't you wish it would happen in real life? Hello darling, did you have a good day at the office? This is Bill, my lover. We've been fucking for hours. Would you like to join us?"

And, on the screen, Hans put his briefcase down, unzipped himself and companionably inserted his cock into Helga's welcoming mouth - as Volker went back to fucking her.

"It's priceless!" said Joanna. "It ought to happen all the time!"

*****

The film went on for a while longer and the three people on the screen went through the predictable changes. Volker fucked Helga for some time while she sucked Hans, then the two men changed ends, with Hans now screwing his wife, while she fellated Volker. Before the grand finale, each man took a turn at buggering the woman. Then Volker pulled out of her arse and shot semen across her back, and Hans, a few moments later, ejaculated onto her face.

I say those changes were predictable, and now they are for me - in the light of my subsequent experience of porn. But that night, of course, they were a revelation. I was amazed that such things could happen publicly on-screen, even though I was, at that very moment, participating in a somewhat similar event.

When the film came to an end and the last few feet were whipping round the spool, I asked Joanna where she bought her dirty movies.

"At the TV studio," she told me. "A lot of people like it in my business. And when you're constantly importing legitimate footage as we are, it's easy to slip a bit of the other in too. I'll get you some if you'd like that. Would you?"

I swallowed and said yes. The experience had been so damned powerful, I couldn't resist.

"And soon we're going to make our own pornography," announced Joanna. "But I just have to pop out for a minute. Be good while I'm gone, gentlemen."

*****

She was away rather longer than a minute and I wondered if she was renewing her acquaintance with the mirror and the thin glass tube. When she eventually came back in, I think we were all relieved. It isn't an entirely comfortable feeling to be left sitting waiting with your penis hanging out amongst a group of men, however drunk you are.

We'd been sitting in the dark, apart from the light that came in through the open doorway. She left it that way and, I have to admit, I was grateful. I thought what was about to happen would be somehow more acceptable under the cloak of semi-darkness.

Joanna had brought a small bottle with her. "It's oil," she said. "It helps things slide in and out, you know. I suppose you could call it a 'marital aid'. - Not that we're married, of course."

She put the bottle down and went to Hugo first. She kissed him. "Fuck or suck?"she asked, politely.

"Suck first, fuck later," said Hugo. So Joanna knelt down in front of him and took his penis out. Then she turned to me and grinned.

"I told you we were going to make pornography," she said - and she accepted Hugo's prick between her parted lips.

*****

In the normal course of events, I doubt if I'd remember everything that happened. That night was special, however. I remember it all.

Well, I think I do. After all, it was my first orgy. And, even more significantly, it was an orgy with Joanna. She'd put me through an emotional mill at Oxford - with exhilarating ups and devastating downs. Now, once again, I was on her roller coaster - entering territory I'd never known existed. So, yes, I believe I remember everything. It's as if I recall every grunt and moan. Probably I don't - it was far too long ago. But my memory is full of it. Full of the night the three of us fucked Joanna.

*****

Hugo had her first. That seemed only fair, given that he'd been the one to tongue her to orgasm earlier. She lay down on her back on the chaise and Hugo, having stripped off, stuck his prick in her. That doesn't seem like much, perhaps, but it struck me hard - the fact, that is, that I was standing, watching Hugo fuck her.

There's something special about group sex. It isn't just the sex - it's the fact that people are observing. It's the fact that the watcher is being watched as well. It's very like pornography - and I was beginning to understand porn's attraction for Joanna - in that a private moment is shared with non-participants. It has the same deep shock - to a novice like me, at least.

But group sex is more than that. Pornography is one-sided. One watches, nothing more. Here, each one of us was both exhibitionist and voyeur. The feedback loop was complete. We were all complicit.

OK, enough of the philosophy. I can't explain what I felt that night anyway. Not properly. It goes beyond words. But it was, as you'd expect, overwhelmingly exciting. Exciting and - to use Hugo's term - dirty in the extreme. Sex of any kind may not be dirty in reality (whatever reality is), but I felt very dirty being there with them. And I revelled in it. I was free to be filthy! My heart was pounding. The blood buzzed in my ears.

Joanna lay there as Hugo fucked her, looking excited but relaxed. She looked up at us - at Jeremy and me - and smiled delightedly. In fact, she was constantly smiling. Her body juddered with every thrust Hugo made - I remember the way her breasts jiggled - and she grunted in time. She looked and sounded, in short, completely happy.

After a little while, with Hugo showing no signs of flagging, she beckoned to Jeremy. He seemed to know what she wanted without being told. He brought his cock close to her mouth, and she took it in one hand and then steered the head in between her lips. And that, although I'd already seen it in the film, was sexy! Joanna sucking a cock while another man fucked her was probably the most excitingly perverse thing I'd seen up to that point.

Then it was my turn. Jeremy glanced my way and raised his eyebrows: a silent invitation. I nodded, so he stepped back and I came forward to offer my cock to Joanna. She reached up for me and took me in her hand, then guided me to her lips, kissed it, then took my cockhead in. She sucked. Her mouth was wet. And warm - I remember the warmth especially. And her tongue was ... slippery.

We hadn't done much oral sex at Oxford, she and I. (Perhaps she had with others - I didn't know.) So this, for me, was another revelation. Her tongue sought out my glans and flickered over it - and her lips tightened round my helmet, gently bruising my knob end's bump and giving me shocks of pleasure.

I might well have come in her mouth. It would have been easy. And I know that, if I had, she'd only have laughed delightedly. But I wanted to fuck her hard, so I held myself back. I was almost relieved when, a little later, Jeremy changed places with Hugo and I could give up my station at her head.

Jeremy clearly had a similar desire to my own. He plunged his cock straight into her, upped the tempo and fucked Joanna hard. (I was about to type 'brutally' there - and perhaps that was really the case.) There was certainly a ferocity about us now - about all four of us, that is. Because Joanna was grimacing - was it from pain or pleasure? — and when she released Hugo's cock from her mouth, she screamed what I can only call a stream of filth.

"Fuck me, you fucking bastard. Fuck my fucking cunt! Right up me, go on, do it! Fuck me stupid, you dirty prick!"

I saw that Jeremy — huge Jeremy — was sweating. Drops fell from his brow onto her breasts and belly. But he kept on slamming into her. And the more he slammed, the more Joanna swore, shouted and groaned.

And then she came. Her face contorted, her body twisted under him, and she came enormously. She was red-faced now, and the blush spread down to her chest. She glowed with it.

And, amazingly, Jeremy hadn't come. He must have been close, but when Joanna's orgasm had finished, he simply stopped. And withdrew his cock from her. And stepped up — urgent — to her mouth. And forced it in. Joanna was willing to take it, but, at that moment, I feel sure, Jeremy wouldn't have taken no, whether she was willing or not. He thrust himself in between her lips and, seconds later, came.

He'd ejaculated inside her mouth, but the spunk spilled over. Joanna's lips and chin were coated. And as Jeremy stood back, she smiled, with obvious satisfaction at a job well done.

She looked up at me: "Toby," she said. "You haven't had me yet. Come here and fuck me now. Give me everything you've got!"

*****

My cock was already hard — it had been for ages. I went to the end of the chaise and lowered myself over her, and she took my cock in her hand and guided it in. Her cunt was so wet, I entered almost without friction. I glided in.

And she gasped when I pushed inside her. It had crossed my mind that, after Jeremy's enormous tool, my more modest member would be a disappointment. But Joanna gave every sign of renewed excitement — of extreme pleasure, in fact. (But was this another hint of artifice, I wondered later. Did Joanna know men so well that she knew our secret fears — and how to reassure us?)

I began to hit my rhythm and looked into her face. She stared back at me, wide-eyed, and her hips moved under mine.

This was different from her fuck with Jeremy. She wasn't swearing now. The fierceness had gone. (I thought about this later — how the orgy had gone through so many phases; so many changes of intensity and feeling.)

Despite my earlier intention to fuck her hard, I was having her quite slowly. I was enjoying the warmth of her body — of her smooth skin against mine.

Joanna relaxed into it. She smiled up at me and murmured occasional encouragement as I screwed her. Her lips were still shiny from Jeremy's sperm.

I felt my own sperm rising. I was getting close to coming. But then Joanna said: "Toby?" and I stopped in mid-stroke.

She gave me a mischievous grin. "Toby," she said again. "Would you like your favourite now?"

I nodded — a little sheepishly, I fancy — and pulled my cock out. She asked Hugo to pass her the bottle and, when he handed it to her, she uncapped it carefully, poured oil on her fingers and turned over onto her front. I saw her hand reach back and her fingers probe between her buttocks. She massaged the oil efficiently into her arse.

Jeremy was grinning. "I'd like to try that when Toby's finished," he told her.

Joanna hooted her derision. "You!" she said, with a throaty laugh. "I'm not having you up my bum. With a cock the size of yours, I wouldn't be able to sit down for week if I let you bugger me.

"But Toby," she added, "is perfect. It's horses for courses, darling."

And we all joined in the laughter, even Jeremy.

When she'd prepared herself to her satisfaction, Joanna handed the oil bottle to me. I poured some into my palm and slathered it liberally onto my cock. We were back in our old routine, I realised, remembering the many occasions at Oxford when I'd buggered her in my room.

I put the bottle down on the floor and Joanna raised her hips, presenting her bottom to me. I straddled the chaise longue (Hugo had been right; it was definitely convenient for fucking), grasped her hips and pushed into the hole. I got in first time, then put my hands on her shoulders and forced her down, with all my weight on top of her. The manoeuvre was effortless. We were a team!

And then I began to feel the exultancy of buggery. The first time we'd done this, I'd been excessively gentle; over-cautious. But during the months we'd had anal sex at Oxford, we'd grown to trust each other. I knew what she liked and I knew when I could let myself go. So now I began to fuck her arsehole slowly, but soon became fiercer. And Joanna was with me all the way. She shuddered under me and gasped and moaned. I felt her excitement; her abandon. Her back was slick with sweat against my chest. Her scent was heavy in my nostrils. And when I came, I had probably the most powerful orgasm of my life.

I read a novel once in which the writer described his coming as 'like pulling a rusty nail'. I wish the phrase were mine. It was exact.

I hadn't had sex for a while, you see, and this orgasm was almost painful as a result. The spunk came up slowly but, when it did come, it ripped out of me like that nail. The intensity was exquisite. And it seemed to go on and on. My sperm pumped into her arse, it seemed, forever.

When the moment had finally passed, I leaned forward and kissed the nape of Joanna's neck. She turned her head a little and I saw her smile, basking in the afterglow.