Paganini's Tale, Chapter 18

   Her breast hovers like a moon above, silhouetted by the
faintly-lit window. Shadowed phallus approaches, glisten of
juice glimmering on its tip, to touch her nipple. Slowly it
draws away, the precome spinning a one-stranded web between
them.
   Only one of the three can see it: "You're weaving a one-
stranded web," he says, pointing; they both look, laugh.
   "Enough to snare," the man behind the cock says. "They're
coming along so well. Alice is a natural. The way she came with
Danny inside her, the way her lips undulated around my cock.
She was randy indeed.
   "Keeps that cock hard just thinking about it, doesn't it?"
Her voice is low, mellifluous. "Bring it here. I want it
between my cheeks. I'll let you decide which ones."
   "Hmmmm..."
   The other one clears his throat. "Care for two?"
   "Wherever you want..."--her voice stays low--"just don't come
too quickly."
   "Don't I always come on cue?"
   She smiles: her cheeks gleam white in the faint light.
   "You bet. Though sometimes the cue is yours...." and with
that she takes the plump smooth sponge of his cockhead in her
mouth, moaning low and slow. A groan pushes out of her as the
man behind her pushes in to the juice of her cunt. Three
strokes, and he pulls out again. Her mouth moves with the
gyrations of her ass, seeking the hot spear behind her.
   He moves up a notch, pressing against her dark rosebud. She
pulls her mouth away from the shaft in front of her, hissing
"Yesss..."
   He pushes a bit more, and the cunt-slickened head of his cock
slips in. She makes a hard "o" of her mouth, and pushes against
the cockhead in front of her, letting its head pop into her
mouth, and is rewarded with an appreciative groan. With her
mouth she mimics the assfucking she gets. As he pushes deeper
in, and deeper still, she lets in more and more of the cock
into her mouth, her tongue dancing on the ridges and veins as
it slides in. All three groan, in surprising unison.
   Their laugh is unstoppable, and it builds to hysteria as
their laughter tickles the other: the mouth on the cock, the
cock in the ass, the jiggles of body against body, and in their
laughter they all roll different directions, disengaging,
laughing/moaning, laughing some more.
   "Three <much!>" one of them cried, and laughter began anew.
   Then the woman's voice, finally catching her breath:
"nothing's more empty than something recently filled. C'mon,
you two, fill me back up!"
   And then their laughter took on a different tone, rapidly
changing to sighs of pleasure.