She easily fell back into her sucking and fucking rhythm, tasting her own secretions as she gobbled down Ronald’s fatter tool. From this angle, William’s cock felt good, pressing deep inside, clamped tight by her vaginal muscles. With all this practice, Petra could easily take care of two horny men at the same time. And they appreciated it.
“What a fuck, eh old boy!” Dennison exclaimed as Petra swallowed his rod to the top of her throat.
“Can’t get enough! Love this photography too!” William exclaimed as his cellphone recorded yet another closeup of his cock pounding her juicy slit.
“I want to have her again. Switch with me?” Ronald groaned. “On your side now, Petra. I’ll come in from behind.”
Then the two of them were pumping their swollen members into the naked young lady. William had set aside his phone so he could concentrate on what he needed now. Meanwhile, Ronald grasped Petra’s hips and reached between her legs to finger her sopping pussy. His thrusts from behind became firmer and firmer, leaving Petra moaning loudly around the professor’s cock.
It all came together quickly. With a series of quick little jerks, William exploded into her throat, filling her sucking mouth with jets of his thick cum. She gasped for breath and continued to work his organ until he withdrew and collapsed. In the meantime, Ronald’s fingers had Petra climbing to the top. Her moans turned to little cries, then to a steady wail as her lover continued to fuck hard. Then it was over.
Just as Ronald began to blast into sopping pussy, Petra peaked and screamed out a magnificent orgasm too. It echoed through the bedroom and probably to the neighbouring apartment. William hoped no-one would call the police- it had happened before. Then both of them gradually subsided and lay together, a heaving, soaking mess of Love’s Labour’s Lost. It was time to call it a night.
“So Petra, how do you like acting in Shakespearean plays?” Ronald whispered as he recovered his strength.
“Oh, it’s lots of fun! All three of you performed your roles so well tonight.” Petra enthused.
“You’ll do it again, then?” William wondered.
“Yes, next Friday if you want. Do you have anything planned yet? Another play?
“Hmm…. Yes, The Merchant of Venice. You’ll like that one and it’s on my syllabus,” Ronald noted.
“I hope Mike will be in it with me again.”
“No, in a couple of scenes two women disguise themselves as men to trick their new husbands. Can Emmeline come to perform in it? That’d be good.”
“Probably. She’d like that, I’m sure. But no men?” Petra asked, a bit disappointed.
“Yes, William and I, but photographed very discreetly, in close. He practiced that tonight. Other than our cocks, we’ll remain anonymous,” Dennison teased.
“OK, I’ll ask her. Next Friday night then?… Great!”