The Christmas Exhibition (22 page)

             
Jill's eyes were over my shoulder.

             
I lanced my tongue free from her clit, and began to crank my neck to check behind us when her palm pressed hard on my head again. I surrendered to her sex, burying my lips above hers, rubbing my nose on her shaven pubes and ravishing her insides with my fingers.

             
Her stare was fixed on the door.

             
My heart pounded.

             
My cock ached.

             
I leaned slowly forward, losing her clit from my tongue's reach, and layered her abdomen in a succession of kisses.

             
Jill's eyes found their mark on mine. Her breasts heaved as she breathed. Her hands were locked on my skull, carefully restraining me from looking around.

             
I was almost certain even before I flicked my eyes to the mirror. Standing at the door, leaning on the frame, watching as I orally devoured and worshipped my girlfriend, was the man she had kissed only half an hour or so before. Smiling, and without realising I too had spotted him, was Sean.

             
I prepared to break away from her. To throw her legs shut. To shroud her indecency. And to swivel around to face him. To confront him. To war with him.

             
Something in Jill's eyes said it all. I was to continue pleasuring her. She wanted the upper hand on him. As if she felt she
needed
it.

             
“Oh God,” Jill said, pushing my head down from her belly.

             
Perhaps my cock would be staying in my trousers after all.

             
“Eat me.”

             
I heard the slightest hint of exhalation from the door as I descended on Jill's pussy, withdrawing my fingers and sucking her juices from each digit. She drew up her right leg, blocking my view of the mirror. I looked to her face. She was watching Sean at the door, running her tongue over her lips. Her hand came to my forehead, obscuring my vision and leading me to the lips of her pussy.

             
“Yes,” she whispered, as her labia succumbed to my lust.

             
I couldn't believe what was happening. What could Sean see? I didn't want him to glimpse my girlfriend's pussy. It was
mine
. Exclusively mine. I clamped my mouth to her cunt, positioned my fingers on her clit and unleashed furious hell on her lips, tonguing and probing until I could taste her nectar juices. She was leaking, cascading flows of current into my eager orifice.

             
Jill's moans were escalating. I wondered what would happen if somebody was to walk through the reception and overheard her. Would Sean conceal her secret tryst? Would he exploit her? Would he humiliate her? I contemplated dragging her skirt back down over her groin and pulling her to her feet, ending our frolics. I wished for the motivation. For the strength. For the right.

             
I was frozen on my knees before her, worshipping her pussy. Proud on one hand that I was the one she had chosen. Agitated on the other that he was watching.

             
Jill's body frizzled upon the beginnings of one of her shakes. Her pussy kissed my lips, embracing my tongue. I licked the length of her, circling her clit and closing it whole. I grabbed the thigh of her right leg and pulled her closer. Her flesh fell to the side of my face, grazing my stubble. I peered over her skin, to the mirror.

             
Sean had his fat cock in his hand, wanking it casually out of his fly.

             
The nerve!

             
Jill's palm pushed gently at my forehead, returning me to her luscious sex. “Oh my God,” she said, her volume escaping her clenched teeth.

             
I heard Sean pull at his foreskin.

             
Jill's eyes were blazing with delirious, crazed lust, staring at Sean. To his midriff. To his groin. To his cock.

             
I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and tongued deep inside her.

             
“Fuck!” she cried, shaking the desk with her buttocks.

             
Her first ejaculate littered across my tonsils.

             
There was a footstep from behind.

             
“Shit!” Jill's front teeth bit at her lip as she watched him, mesmerized by his member.

             
I swallowed her wonderful love juice, and nestled my face within the confines of her crotchless panties.

             
Jill's hands reached under her miniskirt. Her thumbs found the waistband of her underwear, and yanked her panties down her thighs.

             
Another footstep.

             
Jill pushed me momentarily away from her pussy. She drew her boots together as the red lace descended her long legs.

             
I heard Sean breathe, deeper and faster. His foreskin slapped back and forth on his fat cock.

             
Jill dropped her panties to the floor, spread her legs wide and exposed her shaven pussy for a split-second to his eyes. She grabbed the back of my head and hauled me down to her once more.

             
I lapped at her cooling juices, eager for more as her skin shivered in the cold temperature, then threw my fingers inside her.

             
“Come,” she said, fighting the temptation to release herself to the rising grunts within her throat.

             
My ears reddened.

             
“Come closer.” Jill's eyes were on Sean. Her panting, breathless state for his stare. For his wanking. For his fat, erect cock. “It's okay... Sean.”

             
The proverbial cat was out of the bag. He knew that I knew he was there. It was time to embrace his exposure, or run. I closed my eyes, allowing the alcohol in my system to swim against my instincts. My morals juxtaposed between outright, maddening jealousy and curious, sickening desire. My heart lurched in my chest. Bile boiled in my liver. Anxiety deployed in my abdomen. I
wanted
to see what would happen next, what perverse action my girlfriend would dare to perform while I pleasured her pussy. I drove my fingers deeper, eliciting a defining moan from her mouth.

             
“Come on,” Jill wheezed.

             
Reality bred embarrassment, engulfing every pore of my skin.

             
“It's okay.”

             
I tugged gently on her clit with the forefinger and thumb of my other hand.

             
“Come.”

             
I leaned my face over her sex, shielding it from Sean's view.

             
There was no further movement behind me.

             
“Please,” she said.

             
The floor creaked under his foot as he approached. The upper hand was his again. His subordinate – his slut – had pleaded with him. Pleaded with him to bring his fat cock towards her.

             
I was instinctually drawn to cover her up, leaning my head and shoulders further above her groin, masking her moistness in my mauling hands.

             
Jill cried a split-second of relief, then clamped her lower lip under her upper teeth.

             
“Do you like what you see?” she whispered, as the desk rattled under her ass.

             
His bulky shadow was cast over her form, the light behind my left shoulder obscured. “Yeah,” he replied, barely audible.

             
“Come closer,” Jill insisted. “Really, it's okay.”

             
Except that it really wasn't. Jill had offered no consideration nor conscience for my feelings.

             
She shoved her cunt against my fingers, bucking wildly for more inches.

             
Sean stepped by my side. His hand was pulling furiously on his cock, caught in the widest left of my vision.

             
Jill pushed her boots to further extremes, revealing the beautiful, soft and daring insides of her legs. “Mmmmmm,” she said, licking her lips and looking to his member. “Baby, take your fingers out... Let Sean see my pussy.”

             
My moment of choice arrived. Obedience or obstinance. What would I choose? My fingers slacked in her cunt. My forefinger and thumb pinched harder at her clitoris. My elbow arched, sliding over her upper leg to reveal more to my left. To Sean. My right hand eased slowly out from her. Her shaven pussy, lips gaping apart, oozed juices as I left her.

             
His shadow leaned closer. His hand pulled harder at his cock. He was scrutinizing the most precious part of my girlfriend.

             
“Eat me again, baby,” Jill whispered. “Your tongue is so good.”

             
I smothered her sex with my face, licking the length of her lips to her clit. I replaced my hand at her entrance, caressing her juices into her skin.

             
“Keep your fingers out.” Her voice was hoarse. Strained. Stagnant. “They're not enough.”

             
Sean groaned, pursed between timid and timed. He was subtle. Clockwork. Motioning his fat cock in the midst of my sight.

             
Jill's eyes gazed longingly at his girth. Her hips humped her cunt against my mouth. She was face-fucking me, taking my tongue and using it for her penetrative needs.

             
“Feck,” Sean muttered, as he stood on Jill's discarded panties.

             
“Your cock is so...” Jill whimpered as I redoubled my dashing on her labia. “Oh shit... Big and fat.”

             
Sean graced her with the smallest of chuckles. His palm pulled rapidly on his dick.

             
“Masturbate for me,” she said. “Masturbate hard.”

             
I panicked, almost certain I had heard the slightest of stirrings from the corridor. I sealed a parting kiss on her hood, then shushed her.

             
Jill's eyes whipped to mine. Cruelty and control defining her contours.

             
I submitted, serving my tongue to her delicious entrance. I was at once mesmerized by her taste. By her indulgence. By her sordid, spectacular behaviour.

             
“That's it,” she said, watching Sean's cock. “Wank that fucking thing for me. Watch me. Tell me you like what you see.”

             
Sean cleared his throat. He slapped his foreskin. “I like it.”

             
More of her moisture slid between my lips. She was delicious. I was delirious. Spun into a mental menagerie of drunken dizziness.

             
“Come closer,
Sean
.”

             
The room revolved in a magnificent, kaleidoscopic illusion the moment she emphasised his name. I was in a delayed state of abject horror. Forced to confront her shocking behaviour. How much blame could we place upon alcohol? These actions were committed knowingly. Willingly. Crushingly.

             
“Tell me you want me,” Jill said.

             
Sean stood awkwardly, his hand slowing shyly around his cock.

             
“Don't stop...
Either
of you.”

             
My tongue continued in subservient devotion, suppressing my pride and placing Jill's needs in a position several times more important than my own.

             
“Yes,” she whispered. “Do you like watching me get my pussy eaten, Sean?”

             
He was leaning forward, stealing a better view of my mouth mining her insides for fresh juices.

             
She smiled, then glanced to the door.

             
My pupils pilfered the mirror. No one was at the door. Our private filth could continue.

             
“Come closer again,” Jill said quietly. “Touch my calf as you wank yourself.”

             
I could sense an irate frustration growing in his arousal. He wanted to reach out and pry my shoulders from the insides of her legs. My face from her groin. My tongue and lips from her pussy and clit.

             
Sean placed his free hand on her lower leg, apprehensively flicking his eyes to mine. The moment was minuscule. Yet mammoth between us. There was agreement. Understanding. We formed a treaty of trust that there was a border I would not permit him to cross. He was fortunate to function in her presence. He could stifle his anger. His frustration at her tease. He was permitted one touch of her flesh. One area of her skin. He could enjoy the view. But his fun would capitalise on no more.