The Young Wife (30 page)

She still had not come, and it was left to Elizabeth to finish her, as we watched, amazed at the amount of fucking Anne's pretty little bottom-hole could endure. Kneeling behind Anne, Elizabeth settled herself comfortably, then spread the glossy, sweat-sheened cheeks before her with one hand. The other she busied at Anne's open anus, pushing two long fingers in while we gathered closer round her. It was easy for her to add another finger to the ones that spread the springy opening wide, for the semen and lubricant that both men had spilled in her cleft had made Anne's arsehole slicker than moss-covered stone. Elizabeth added a thumb, to make a beak of her fingers, and forced it hard against the slippery, resilient ring. I heard the squealing of Anne spiralling up to the ceiling, then watched the shuddering of her sweat-sheened limbs as she came. Elizabeth released the springy cheek she had been holding to the side, and cupped Anne's frothy cunt in her palm. I saw her hand slip nearly into the flexing bottom of my friend, and turned to Vivian, who trembled uncontrollably beside me.

‘I want you to do that to me,' I said, as I kneeled before her, and turned to put my arse up in the air. All around, the others were pairing up, or joining couples who were already so engaged.

She put her hands up under the flapping pleats of my skirt and took the cool cheeks of my bottom on her palms.

‘I'm going to really fuck you, Jessica,' she whispered breathlessly into my ear. ‘Beautiful, adorable, Jessica.'

The sounds of my friends fucking filled the high-walled room, as I turned my head to look deep into her adoring eyes and smiled triumphantly. Everything I wanted had come to pass.

I rolled the liquid cheeks of my bottom on her warm hands, and spoke softly, so quietly that she had to strain to hear me. ‘I always knew that I would have you in the end.'