This is the final instalment of the tale. Readers are recommended to familiarise with Parts 1 and 2.
With Penny spread across my lap, helpless to my whim, and Tim buggering Kate so hard it was a wonder his cock didn't break off, I very nearly dumped a wad of hot seed over Penny's spine there and then. The expansive bloodshot head twitched nervously, the thick shaft trembling, the merest stimulation threatening to set it off.
Gratefully my hands were otherwise engaged, one set of fingers busily working Penny's nipples in time to her frenzied breathing, compressing and rolling, the others positioned as one would hold a ten-pin bowling ball.
"Oh shit Bill, you're gonna make me cum," she exhaled.
"Don't you fucking dare," I barked. "Not till I say."
"No…sir," she replied humbly.
My smile broadened and a tingle reverberated through my groin. To see this previously sassy, confident and authoritative woman reduced to a shambling apologist conferred on me such a buzz. I daren't look at my cock, let alone touch it. Instead, all my efforts were concentrated on Penny, thick thumb tight against her sphincter, whilst two fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy. At the same time, I extended and squeezed the swollen teats on her breasts like a dairy farmer milking a prize cow.
Alas, precum continued to seep from the eye at an alarming rate and the jerking intensified, so much so that, unless evasive action was taken, I was surely about to shoot.
Ejecting the greasy digits from her holes and finally releasing the pressure on her clit and sphincter, I was able to administer some preventative aid to my engorged cock, pinching firmly at the shaft just below the bulbous head. Breathing evenly, thinking neutral thoughts, thankfully the moment passed.
However, Tim's latest move threatened to push me back over the edge. Taking a firm grip on Kate's shoulder, his other hand wandered across the bed covers like a spider scuttling for shelter. Fumbling at the drawer, it eased open and he fished inside, emerging triumphantly with the hugest dildo I'd ever set eyes upon. A foot long at least, it was the girth that was the most impressive: as thick as my wrist, tapering to a bulbous strawberry shaped helmet. Thick ridged veins ran its impressive length as Tim held it in his fist like a trophy.
In slow motion his arm arced round, moving the monster between Kate's face and the camera lens, momentarily obscuring her pretty features. As his lover realised what was afoot, those pretty features turned to shock.
"Oh Tim, Tim, Tim," I whispered. "You are one helluva guy."
Penny's glance aside, her little nose scrunched in disdain, was met with a cessation of the pleasure to her cunt, followed by a sharp crack of the palm to her already tender butt. However, by now accustomed to the pain, the resultant reaction was little more than a grunt.
I smiled inwardly, estimating what would gain a more positive reaction. Hands locked around her waist, I lifted until she sat upright on my thighs facing towards the screen, my erection prodding her back and depositing a dewy blob of precum.
Immediately she went to turn away, haunted by the vision of Tim pleasuring Kate with every hard thrust into her ravaged sphincter, whilst the thick rubber head of the dildo ran the length of her labia.
Raising a hand, I turned her chin frontward, forcing her to watch. "You are one sick fucker," she spat, before rising on her haunches and slamming back hard, impaling that soft, wet cunt on my thick cock.
Breathing deeply, I rose to meet the descent, thrusting upwards and ramming deep into her cervix. She cried in sheer pleasure as my shaft worked in and out with vigour. God knows how I managed to hold back.
Up on the screen, after what seemed like an eternity of teasing her outer labia, Tim finally pressed the monstrous dildo into Kate's pussy lips, eliciting a squeal of pleasure as the pinkness enveloped the fat head, then the shaft. Perfectly framed for the camera, Penny and I watched in awe as inch by thick inch the thing disappeared up inside Kate.
I grinned, imagining the dildo pushing against Tim's rampaging cock, just a thin membrane of tissue between the two.
As the dildo met an evidently sensitive clit, Kate howled her pleasure, tits jiggling like water-filled balloons. "Fuck meeeeeeeee," she moaned.
This side of the screen, Penny was as animated, if not more so, bouncing up and down on my concrete hard shaft, wailing deafeningly. Cuntjuice ran in rivulets down my shaft, pooling in the thick halo of pubic hair. In and out I thrust, each stroke bringing the potential earth-shattering orgasm closer. As I moulded her breasts firmly with a strong pair of hands, Penny aped Kate's actions.
Stealing a glance over her shoulder, I observed Tim eagerly pistoning the dildo in and out of Kate's cunt, matching the rhythm of his strokes from the rear. Only breathlessness stopped Kate from wailing like a banshee, her holes dilated and scarlet with pain, rag doll body at the mercy of the highly inventive Tim.
With a release that seemed to shake the room, he came hard in her arse, cum swilling around the tunnel and flooding her bowels. The dildo exiting her cunt, she came in a gush, her gasp marking a release, face contorting and eyes rolling back in her head. Tim slowed to a stop, his wrist obviously sore with effort, taking his lover in his arms, the pair flopping in a heap.
At the same time, Penny squealed and spurted all over the tip of my cock, the motion causing an opposite and equal reaction, a wave of spunk jetting like a hydrant, flooding her womb. The last thing I remembered was Penny falling back with me as the futon rose to greet us.
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Awakening to a chorus of birdsong, I tentatively opened a gluey eye, then the other, before fully appreciating where I was and what had gone before. The night's sleep heavily sprinkled with erotic dreams, none had quite matched that I'd actually witnessed, or indeed partaken of. The culmination of 25 years of fantasy had been realised in one incredible night and I shook my head in disbelief, before becoming aware of the weight concentrated upon my chest.
Stretched the length of the futon with me, Penny laid above, face buried in the forest of hair at my chest. A little too much movement on my part and her eyelids opened. The realisation quickly dawning, a scowl appeared on her face and she was quick to throw herself off, reaching for the pile of discarded clothes.
"Don't say…don't do anything," she warned, a palm held up in protest. "Just give me the tape and I'll send you the cheque."
Rising, I rubbed a stubbly cheek. "I can't do that."
She eyed me suspiciously.
"Gotta edit and transfer to DVD."
Penny nodded slowly, before displaying the impatience for which she was renowned. "How long is this editing going to take?"
"A day or two tops."
Wagging her finger she warned: "Don't fuck me around Bill."
Face clouded as she breezed past, the side panel door slid open, a welcome waft of spring morning rushing into the tepid air of a van that was hung thickly with the aroma of sweat and sex. Twigs snapped underfoot as she headed busily into a thicket, the distant sound of a stream of piss bringing a smile to my lips. Resisting the temptation to follow, I was struck by an even better idea and was not to be disappointed.
Reactivating the link to the bedroom, I grinned at the sight. These two were insatiable. Oh how I was going to miss them when the assignment ended. And sadly the end was frustratingly close.
Her slender back to the camera, Kate sat bolt upright, knees bent either side of Tim's middle, backside moving easily against her lover's morning glory. Hands raised, Tim cupped and squeezed her breasts. Both panted as orgasms ranged close.
Suddenly the side door slid back and Penny stepped inside, shivering as she did so. A blacker look than the one she'd departed with greeted the scene on the screen. "Turn that off," she barked, just as Kate was overcome by the most monumental orgasm, shrieking and collapsing forward into Tim's strong arms. "Turn it off now," Penny ordered.
The degree of vitriol took me quite by surprise.
However the moment was diffused as Tim jinked, Kate rolling aside and out of frame as he reached for the bedside phone.
Suddenly Penny's mobile vibrated. Heaving a deep breath she flipped it open, stepping once more from the van. Luckily I was able to follow the conversation via Tim's onscreen words though Penny's became muted the further away she moved. Yet Penny's exit did have one advantage: I was able to focus on Kate as she climbed into the shower, the action recorded for posterity.
"So how was your trip?" enquired Tim.
"I've had better," Penny replied curtly. "You miss me?"
The irony in her voice was evident.
"Of course," he lied, "though I have been damned busy at the office."
"Awwwwww, work been getting on top of you," she observed, demonstrating a spark of wit.
"You could say that," he smiled, forming his own take on the words.
"Maybe that secretary of yours needs to share the load a little more," she shot back, causing me to laugh out loud.
As she disappeared from hearing range, my attention turned to Kate, partly visible as she showered. Lather clung to her shapely breasts as tiny fingers worked the undersides. Reaching gingerly to her pubic mound and arse, she softly emitted a sucking-in of air as the caustic foam found her stretched and ravaged crevices. Stepping under the sprinkle, water cascaded from the shower head, displacing the layer of soap and leaving her body bare.
One ear on the world outside the van, approaching footsteps prompted me to kill the connection, smiling at the thought of digesting it all later – over and over and over. In fact there was enough hot footage amassing to keep me in wank material for years to come.
Penny sat down in silence, a silence that prevailed for an hour before Tim and Kate vacated the house, Penny's cue to head up the path. I followed to retrieve the equipment, the assignment seemingly complete. Yet it couldn't seem less complete and something troubled me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, call it the experience of years, but something wasn't quite right.
A plan quickly evolved in my head and, hastening upstairs I removed the camera in the bathroom, electing to leave the one in the bedroom. Though I did ensure to move it to a new pitch and all that Penny observed was my exit with one camera – a perfectly normal scenario.
"The tape, Bill…as soon as…" rang out her parting shot.
I nodded.
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My office was silent, the editing having taken longer than envisaged owing to a propensity to keep reaching for my cock. It was nightfall before the DVD was ready. I really, really didn't want to let it go but the £2,500 Penny was paying would help to keep the bank manager happy a little while longer.
Penny left a chase-up at around eight p.m., followed by two more during the next hour. However, I headed off home, leaving the messages unanswered and with the evidence undelivered. My mind was racing with theories.
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