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Sarah Walker had her eyes half-shut, transported to another world of pure pleasure, leaving all her cares and worries behind her. Chuck was fucking her tight pussy like never before. His dick sawed in and out, stretching her. He had set a rythmn of slow, teasing strokes alternated by quick bursts of pounding. Only adding to the sensation was Chuck's former girlfriend turned FULCRUM agent. Jill's tongue was expertly flicking her clit.
Sarah was an expert in controlling her orgasms, and now, to her secret delight, she felt one building in her so powerfully that she knew she wouldn't be able to control it or tame it in any way, that when it finally crescendoed, she would just have to ride along with it. The power of that building within her gave her a buzz that rolled her eyes to the back of her head. She felt hands on her firm, luscious tits and found that Chuck had found her left tit and was slowly tweaking her nipple, while Jill had found her right tit and was doing the same thing, with a bit more force.
Jill knew full well what this was doing to the CIA agent. With a mischevious look in her eye, and the intention of further prolonging this, she stood and pulled Sarah bodily off Chuck's big dick. There was a soft sucking sound as the two came apart. Sarah moaned loudly but was almost limp at this point. Chuck tried to push Jill aside.
"Now, Chuck..." Jill said, her soft hand wrapping around his sticky, soaked cock and giving it a gentle, teasing glide or two, her knuckles slipping from his mushroom tip down to the base of his shaft in one slick movement. "Now Chuck...be a good boy and wait here for a minute." She ordered.
Quickly, Jill rummaged through her toys and found a vibrating strap-on dildo. Chuck eyed it warily and she laughed at him. "Not for you, silly." Jill admonished, her small tits bouncing slightly as she laughed and adjusted her strap on.
Jill knelt on the floor behind Sarah, who was on her hands and knee's, lost in lust still and gently fingering her clit. Jill laughed at her softly, hit a switch which activated the vibrator, and slowly thrust into her blonde nemesis. Chuck watched as his former girlfriend began fucking Sarah expertly.
Sarah moaned and began to ride the vibrating dildo. It was wider than Chuck's dick, and the vibrations made it a sure fact that she would not be able to fight off her orgasm much longer.
Jill turned her head slightly and motioned to Chuck to join them. In a daze, he wandered over to them. "Come here, Chuckie." Jill ordered affectionately. Chuck stood over Sarah's body, his cock pointed at Jill's mouth. Jill never took her eyes off Chuck's as she leant forward and slowly, teasingly, agonizingly began licking his large shaft, with Sarah's cunt juices just starting to dry on it. Jill relished her position in the middle of this orgasmic delight. She could feel Sarah tensing, riding that high before the shuddering crash in an orgasm. At the same time, the vibrations from the strap on gave Jill something to rub her own clit against, which she was enjoying. Finally, under the skillful guidance of her tongue and ocassionally assisted by one of her hands, Chuck's throbbing man pole was making a lot of precum.
There were sounds in the distance. The air seemed to throb. Vibrations, thudding all around. Several loud reports.
"Exploding!" Chuck announced, sounding slightly confused.
"Mmmm..." Sarah moaned.
"Let it all come out, Chuck." Jill told him.
Chuck looked up. "No, something really is exploding!"
There was another bang and the heavy front door flew off it's hinges. Smoke curled into the room and Chuck smelled something burning.
"Freeze!" a familiar voice growled.
Men in SWAT outfits swooped into the room and lined up all around, assault rifles pointed at Jill. Their masks concealed whatever surprised expressions they may have had at beholding such a scene. However, NSA agent John Casey wore no such mask.
"Bartowski." He growled, eyes widening briefly at the scene in front of him.
