It was over.
I pushed Hill over to the side, and he slumped against the couch. His legs were open, and his cock had wilted. It lay across his thigh like a broken piece of wet flesh. Yvonne was still on top of me, but she was to the side, resting on my shoulder and the back of the couch.
Beyond her head, through the twisted web of her hair, I could see the screen. The film was still running. The scene was a shot of Yvonne's crotch. The camera moved in closer, and it seemed to freeze on that image.
Then I saw why.
From between her cunt lips, oozing down the thick shaft of his cock I could see a thick, moving white substance. His cum. The final orgasm for the five of us.
The camera remained fixed upon the crotch as more and more of the white fluid stained the man's balls. Then the image jumped once or twice and was gone.
The film was over.
CHAPTER TWO
The telephone was ringing somewhere in the back of my mind, and I could feel myself groping towards consciousness. My eyes opened and I looked about my room still slightly confused. I remembered last night with Yvonne Hill and her husband. Then I remembered that I had left there and returned to my own apartment.
I sat up, sleep half-blinding my eyes and numbing my awareness. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretched and walked over to the telephone. Naturally, by the time I got there, the ringing stopped.
"Hello!" I said into the receiver.
Nothing.
I cursed quietly and turned back towards the bed.
I lay back in the warmth of the sheets and the softness of the pillow, but I knew sleep would not come again. I was like that. No matter what time I went to sleep, I could never get back to sleep after I had been awakened.
I stared up at the ceiling, feeling sleep receding from my brain. I thought again of Yvonne Hill and her obsequious husband Kenneth Hill. Imagine pimping for your wife. Procuring men for her to fuck. Hill must be a sick man.