"Paul."
"Why not? It's a perfectly good name."
Meanwhile Paige was growing impatient, "Oh for crying out loud would you just call him Paul already and get started. We don't have all day you know. Phoebe, Paul. Paul, Phoebe. Are you happy now?"
Phoebe just glared at her younger sibling before turning back to Paul and asking, "How do you want to start?"
"Why don't you get on your stomach and we'll start with a little massage anyway."
"Okay Lars." "Paul!!" from both other occupants of the room.
Phoebe, who had continued to undress and was completely nude by now, nodded and began to roll over but not before giving the camera a quick beaver shot that made Paige's mouth water. Getting up on her knees with her ass in the air, Phoebe began to rock slightly back and forth, her clean-shaven twat in perfect focus. Even as she lowered her body to the bed she kept her legs spread so that Paige could zoom in on her glistening snatch. Something the faux redhead was happy to do.
Paul had also been happily watching Phoebe expose herself to the camera and he now moved toward her nude body. Placing one hand on her left leg he began to move his hands on Phoebe's body, up her thigh and over her buttock onto her lower back then back down the right side to her knee. Bringing his hand back up to the gorgeous ass before him (as any sane straight man in his position would do) Paul stopped and gave Phoebe's right cheek a gentle squeeze. Phoebe had elevated her upper body on her elbows and was turned slightly so she could watch the progress. Paul now had both hands on her butt and was rhythmically squeezing her cheeks, pulling them apart in the process. This gave Paige, and her camera, an even better view of Phoebe's vulva and now her asshole as well. A sight that the anally oriented younger girl could never get enough of. Already Paige was wishing she could ditch the camera and dive in between her older sister's legs, but she had agreed to play director for the day and was determined to let Phoebe have her fun without interference. At least not so soon.
Paul had continued to massage Phoebe's butt and Paige realized she had almost missed an opportunity for a close-up. Quickly zooming in it became obvious that the middle Halliwell was growing increasingly aroused, as evidenced by the moisture already appearing between her legs. After checking with Paige that she had indeed caught the display on camera Paul changed from using his whole hand to just using his fingertips on Phoebe's body, and he now began to move further away from the amazing ass that both he and Paige were lusting for big time. Up the prone form's back, returning down and over the buttocks then back up, each time going just a little bit further, he worked his way down Phoebe's left leg. When he reached her ankle he changed his stroke again, this time pressing firmly down on her satin soft skin. Moving up the leg slowly he passed over the left cheek, still maintaining pressure, before moving to the right side and starting the trip down that leg. This process was repeated several times. When he felt that he had gotten Phoebe relaxed enough he went back to massaging her ass, but with more pressure than previously. After the first few minutes Phoebe had lowered her upper body to the bed and rested her head on her arms. She signaled her approval periodically by moaning quietly whenever he did something she particularly liked.
Placing one hand on each leg Paul moved down by increments while he squeezed the flesh beneath his hands. Upper thighs, squeeze, move down a hands-breadth, repeating until he reached her ankles. He spent some time massaging both ankles and calves before moving onto the bottoms of Phoebe's feet. Experimenting with different pressures Paul quickly found how much pressure to apply that wouldn't result in a high-pitched squeal and having the offended foot yanked from his grasp only to quickly be shoved back at his body as punishment. He also settled for massaging one foot at a time, using mostly his thumbs, placing one thumb next to the other on the soles of his ticklish victim's foot and applying pressure then rotating them in opposite directions. When Phoebe began to wriggle her ass in pleasure Paul decided that there had been enough massaging for now, even though he hadn't even touched her shoulders yet. Figuring that there was time for that later if she decided he mentally shrugged his shoulders and moved on to some real foreplay.
Replacing his hands with his tongue Paul began the journey back up Phoebe's leg to her lightly tanned ass. Dragging his tongue up her body, but skipping the back of her knee so he wouldn't get kicked again, he arrived at his destination. Not wanting to move too quickly Paul sat up and placed both hands on Phoebe's rump and began to briefly massage the globes again. This time he changed tactics and angled his strokes in and down towards her overheated groin. When Phoebe felt the first brush of his fingers against her inner thigh she moaned approvingly. Encouraged by this Paul began zeroing in on Phoebe's center. At first he stroked her just below her snatch then he moved ever so slightly up until his pinkies were making a bare minimum of contact between her legs. More moans meant more contact and now Paul had abandoned all pretense and was actively rubbing Phoebe's pussy.
Seeing Paul make contact Paige mumbled "Finally. 'Bout damn time." She was growing impatient with the prelude and wanted the pair on the bed to move on to the first act. Of course this was not an altruistic act on her part. Paige figured the sooner the first act began the sooner it would end, and maybe the sooner she could make her appearance on the stage. To thunderous applause no doubt.
Paul was using his left hand to rub along Phoebe's slit now while the other was being used to squeeze her magnificent ass again. Phoebe was helping by widely spreading her legs to ease his access. Not too widely of course. Wouldn't want to appear sluttish. Prue used to do that during their encounters. Phoebe or Piper would move in for some carpet munching and Prue would throw her legs so far apart you would swear she was trying to split herself in half. Not that either sister complained of course, but accusations of slut were readily hurled at the eldest Halliwell. This led to counter charges and counter-counter charges of whom of the three was the biggest slut until all ended up in one bedroom or another where the challenges could be met and a massive lez-fest would begin. Nothing was ever settled by this, but then that was never the point. The Halliwell clan would come together, and frequently cum together, their bond would be strengthened, and sexual gratification would be had by all. What else was necessary?
Phoebe's brief reminiscence was ended as Paul touched her clit for the first time of the afternoon. Emitting a low hiss at the contact Phoebe looked over her shoulder towards the fully focused man giving her so much pleasure. Seeing this Paige turned the camera briefly away from the action on the bed to capture the look of lust in Phoebe's eyes. The subject of the camera lens sensed Paige focusing on her but simply looked straight at the camera before letting out another hiss as Paul again touched her clitoris. Once again Paige turned the camera lens to the action taking place on the bed. Paul was rubbing his middle finger harder along Phoebe's labia, occasionally slipping the digit between her outer folds only to bring it back out again only to swipe it against the groaning woman's engorged clit. Picking up the pace Paul curled his middle and index fingers on the down stroke and slipped them into Phoebe's pussy where the raven-haired beauty instantly clamped down on them, but only for a moment. Phoebe had excellent control over her groin muscles, something that her many male lovers praised her for over the years, and Paul would find this out first hand in short order. Releasing her grip she let Paul pull his fingers out so he could slip them back in again. Again Phoebe contracted her pussy muscles briefly trapping the invading fingers inside her. This time Paul twisted his wrist slightly moving the trapped fingers in a clockwise motion. Phoebe grunted her approval as she released him again. Again Paul slid his fingers back into the hot flesh of Phoebe's twat, but this time he rotated them counterclockwise as he entered and clockwise as he pulled them out. Without the expected clamping from Phoebe they slid out quickly and he was free to repeat the process for the next several minutes. Paul briefly considered searching for Phoebe's g-spot but since she was still on her stomach and his hand was palm up he abandoned the idea. It would be too awkward to reverse his hand and try this palm down given his position on her right side and though he was experienced at finding a woman's g-spot even he doubted he could find it using the backs of his fingers or knuckles. Instead he used the thumb from his free hand to begin stimulating Phoebe's asshole, circling the ring slowly and applying some light pressure periodically. This new tactic elicited a soft "Oh, yeah" from Phoebe, and another low moan from Paige. This continued for a few minutes more before Paul decided he had relied on his hands long enough and it was time to bring his tongue into play. He stopped playing with Phoebe's backdoor just long enough to lean over and tease it quickly with the tip of his tongue. The subject of the tease had just been getting ready to voice her disapproval when she felt him make the initial contact. Instead of a complaint he received a long "mmmm" instead.
Paul now settled in for some dedicated salad tossing and Phoebe returned to her previous position with her head down on her arms. At first he continued to finger her tight pussy but as he got more involved in his tongue work he let his fingers wander to a stop, still embedded in her sopping wet cunt. After a period of inaction Phoebe noticed the lack of stimulation and bounced her hips on the bed a little to return his attention to her pussy. Paul got the message, but not the one Phoebe had intended. Instead of resuming where he had left off Paul changed approach yet again. Removing both his hand from Phoebe's twat and his tongue from her asshole he pressed his face further down between his lover's legs and started to lick her inner labia. Wanting to facilitate this new development Phoebe quickly grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her stomach, raising her hips off the bed a little more and giving Paul easier access to her sweet snatch.
It was now simpler for Paul to reach Phoebe's pussy, but he was still cognizant of Paige and the camera recording every second of the afternoon's events, and Paige had not been idle during all this. She had removed the camera from the tripod again and had started to move around the pair on the bed, selecting the best angle from which to record. As Paul had begun rimming Phoebe Paige was at the bottom left of the bed capturing the action. When Phoebe had started to moan the youngest sibling moved up to the head of the bed and focused again on her sister's face. Phoebe was morphing between looks of intense pleasure and a huge smile, her eyes closed tightly all the while as she concentrated on the sensations from her nether regions. When she drew Paul's attention back to her pussy she drew Paige back with him, the camera once again absorbing the explicit activities taking place.
The return of the camera meant a return to his original method of cunnilingus. Instead of just jamming his face in between the toned legs surrounding him as he had when Paige was recording Phoebe's reactions Paul continued to go at the cream-filled treat from above, meaning he could only use the side of his tongue while dining at the Y. Not the most satisfying method for either participant but there would be other opportunities to improve on this performance later. Besides the goal here was to heighten Phoebe's arousal, not bring her to orgasm just yet.
This was all fine with Phoebe. She had enjoyed the massage immensely and the subsequent stimulation of her pussy and ass by fingers and tongue even more but she was ready to be a more active participant in this event. She started to roll over causing Paul to stop what he was doing and look at her questioningly. When he realized her intentions he thought she wanted him to dive in and get her off after all, but Phoebe stopped him.
"No. It's my turn now. Why don't you bring that beautiful piece of man-meat up here so I can get a closer look."
Paul just gave her a sour look but Paige's head popped out from behind the camera, "Man-meat? Could you be more corny?"
