Vanessa lay there, being fucked by the two of them . . . their cocks pumping in and out. The orgasm reached the ledge and hung there. Both sets of her fingers tensed; the one gripping the table's edge, the other pressing into Bill's ass.

"Oh yea, you dirty slut," Jason groaned, his rhythm deteriorating further . . . his hips stuttering . . . twitching, as he struggled to hold back just a . . . few . . . more . . . minutes.

The orgasm leaned way over the ledge; teasing . . . promising. Her muscles tensed . . . her back started arching off the...