Part 3b
A/N : Yet more smut – can my imagination sink any lower?
Annie felt herself being gently lifted off Gene's lap and laid down next to him on the sofa. She stretched languidly, the aftershocks of her orgasm fading now, leaving only a warm glow pervading her body.
The sofa moved as Gene rose and Annie grumbled quietly at being disturbed She forced her eyes open to see where he was going, only to be greeted by the sight of Sam and Gene standing in the middle of the room, their eyes locked together as they slowly, carefully, undressed each other. Annie held her breath as she watched them, enjoying the slow revelation of skin which glowed in the caressing lamplight. Hands stroked and glided over smooth flesh and soft sighs reached her ears as, item by item, their clothes joined the growing pile on the floor.
Gene's hand cradled Sam's chin, pulling him in for a sensuous, open-mouthed kiss. Sam whimpered and his arms wrapped around Gene's waist, sliding smoothly down over hips and buttocks. Annie watched mesmerised as Gene shivered at Sam's touch, the soft blonde hair on his arms and legs standing on end as he trembled under Sam's hands which were now sweeping back around to run up and down Gene's now fully erect cock
"Sam . . Oh God . . Sam . ." Gene breathed as Sam's fingers wrapped around him and began to pump in a slow, maddening rhythm.
Annie unconsciously allowed her fingers to stroke lightly across her skin, trailing across her breasts and circling her nipples, desire rising inside her as she watched Gene's face soften with ecstasy, his head falling back as he abandoned himself to Sam's touch.
Released from the mind-numbing kiss, Sam kissed his way down Gene's neck and across his chest. He fell to his knees and turned around to look at Annie, beckoning her to join him.
Annie dropped soundlessly from the sofa and crawled over to join Sam, both of them on their knees before Gene who looked down at them with desire-glazed eyes, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Annie's hair, his other hand sliding over Sam's sweat-soaked head, the hair too short to grasp. Sam stared deeply into Annie's eyes, leaning forward to capture her lips with his own, guiding her head forwards and down until their joined mouths met Gene's engorged flesh.
Gene hissed and his hips bucked involuntarily when he felt their tongues sliding together over his sensitive glans, Annie's mouth opening to take him inside, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, while Sam ducked his head and mouthed at the heavy sac between Gene's legs.
Gene thrust harder into Annie's mouth, his senses overwhelming him, his voice hoarse as he fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to see them, to imprint the sight on his memory.
"Fuck . . . Annie! Ah, God, just like that . . .don't stop – please, don't stop. Sam. . . . Christ! Sam!"
His fingers clutched almost painfully into Annie's hair, pulling her closer, forcing her to take more of his length until she was forced to grab hold of his thighs to prevent him from choking her. Sam moved down further, running his tongue along the skin behind Gene's balls while Gene moaned and twitched, inarticulate cries and strangled obscenities falling from his lips as, together, they drove him towards the brink.
"I can't . . . God! Fuck! . . . I'm coming . . . Annie! No! . . "
Annie felt him try to pull her away but hung on determinedly, she desperately wanted to taste him, to feel him come, to know that she had the power to reduce this man to a quivering, begging bundle of nerve-endings. Opening her eyes she stared up at him, watching in awe as he surrendered to the demands of his body. His eyes fluttered closed and his knees buckled as he emptied himself into her mouth with a cry before falling to his knees beside them, his head falling heavily onto Sam's shoulder as his breathing steadied.
Sam' eyes gleamed at Annie over Gene's bowed head.
"Well then," he purred, "that's you and Gene sorted. What about poor, left out little Sammy?"
Gene huffed wearily. "Poor left out Sammy? Yer 'aving a laff aren't yer, yer over-sexed little git!" He pulled himself over to the sofa and sat down heavily. Winking at Annie he gestured her over to him. "Come on Cartwright, you come and sit down 'ere and 'ave a breather. Won't 'urt 'im to wait a bit til we get our breath back."
Sam pulled a face at Gene's words and sat back on his heels. Annie looked back and forth between them, giggling as she made her way over to curl up next to Gene and Sam's expression turned into a full blown pout. She snuggled into Gene's side and his arm draped casually over her back, fingertips running up and down her ribs making her shiver.
"Annieeeeee . . . "
Sam called her name in a singsong tone, his head lowering as he dropped to all fours and began to slowly crawl towards her.
"Annieeeee . . . . "
She giggled again and snuggled deeper into Gene's arms as if he were a hiding place.
"Annieeeeeeee . . . . ."
Sam had reached the sofa and was nibbling at Annie's toes. She squealed and clambered up onto Gene's lap.
"Children." Came the warning tone. "Play nice or Daddy will have to spank you."
"I want to play nicely," Sam whined with mock petulance, "but Annie won't let me."
Gene's arms wrapped around Annie and he held her firmly in his lap, his fingertips caressing her breasts, sliding gently over her nipples.
"Annie," Gene breathed into her ear, "don't you want to play with Sam?"
The soft whisper of warm breath in her ears and across her neck re-ignited Annie's craving and she mewed softly. Gene turned her so that she sat in his lap, her back leaning against his chest. Running his hands down her body, he insinuated his hands between her thighs and gently spread her open until her legs were hanging down to either side of his own.
"See," Gene growled in her ear, "you do want to play with Sam. You're so wet, Annie. Such a naughty, wet girl."
His fingers stroked across her centre, circling the tiny bundle of nerves that was throbbing and aching to be touched. Annie gasped and writhed as, through half shut eyes, she watched Sam watching her, his cock lengthening and thickening as Gene displayed her to his partner, winding her up to a fever pitch of excitement, making her ready for him.
Sam ran his hands up Annie's legs, running over the smooth skin until he reached her wet centre. Annie's breath was coming in short gasps as two pairs of knowing hands busied themselves stroking her, sliding in and out of her core, flickering across her clit and making her squirm and cry out. She was almost delirious by the time Gene reached under her thighs, sliding her bottom down and opening her legs even wider to allow Sam to kneel between them. She cried out as Sam slowly sank into her body and whimpered as he pulled out, only to power back into her again. Her head fell back against Gene's chest, allowing her lovers to take full control of her body, revelling in the feeling of helpless abandon.
"Look at him, Annie." Gene breathed hotly into Annie's ear. She opened her eyes to see Sam, his head thrown back, the muscles of his stomach corded as he thrust into her.
"He's so beautiful when he's like this," Gene's voice continued, "and so are you." Annie could only mewl and nod.
"I know what you're feeling, Annie," Gene's growl was relentless, "I've felt him like this, inside me, filling me up, making me beg and moan." Annie moaned at the descriptions he was feeding into her head. He body was already overloaded with the sensations Sam was causing and now Gene was filling her mind with such erotic imagery.
Sam was thrusting faster now, sweat pouring down his face and chest, his hands gripping tight onto Gene's thighs to steady himself, chanting Annie's name over and over again. Gene's fingers moved across Annie's stomach, reaching downwards to her clit as his voice droned on in her ears as he described things that Sam had done to him, that he had done to Sam, that they both wanted to do to Annie.
"I bet you can't imagine it, can you Little Girl. Can't imagine Sam on his knees in front of me while I fuck him into the mattress. He so tight and hot, Annie. Are you? Are you tight and wet and warm? I can't wait to find out, 'coz when Sam's done with you, it's my turn."
Gene's fingers fluttered across her clit and Annie felt the warm wave spread out from her stomach as her orgasm overtook her. Her body convulsed and a low, wailing cry leapt from her mouth as she shattered under their touch. Sam felt her inner walls constrict around him and followed her into oblivion with a strangled shout, pouring himself into her body before collapsing forwards to rest his head on her breasts in a stupor.
Gene let them be for a few minutes until their weight began to suffocate him.
"Okay," he decided, "come on then you two – time for bed."
"Boing!" replied Sam wearily
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