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Oh, yeah, a warning to anyone who likes a plot in their erotica. You won't
find one here. This is a sex story and as such has just enough plot to
advance the sex along. I'm not creative enough to write an actual story
with some sex mixed in. By no means is this a criticism of those who can.
I'm just acknowledging one of my limitations.

Thanks to all the authors who spend so much of their time and effort to
bring these stories to us all. Your efforts are much appreciated.

A special thanks to the following authors, some active, some apparently no
longer writing but still deserving of thanks - Ghoulardi, KMB, Voodoojoe,
TRL, Whisper and Carnage Jackson. I can only hope that one day I will be
half as good as you guys.

And more thanks to ErosTek, Professor Moriarty and JT Langdon. I like your
collective vision of the Charmed sisters and framed this story along
similar lines. Hope no one minds. And now the story...

A Glamorous Man (MFF, oral, anal, voy, cons)
by TSSA's Newest Perv ([email protected])

Phoebe was undressing on her bed, already down to her matching bra and

"So how do we do this?"

At the foot of the bed Paige was setting up the Halliwell's camcorder on the
tripod. Looking up at her older sister she responded, "It's your fantasy. How
do you want to do this?"

Phoebe turned to the nude male standing to her left and looked up and down
his body. He stood just under six feet tall and had short dark hair with
brown eyes. He also possessed a nice toned figure with muscular, but not
overly muscled, arms, a broad chest, six-pack abs (very important in Phoebe's
eyes) and most importantly a beautiful, thick, long, and rapidly hardening
cock. Surprisingly, his pubic region was completely bald. Not a hair was to
be found above or below his mostly erect penis. Even his balls appeared
clean-shaven. Phoebe appreciated the attention to detail and was even more
eager to get her mouth around this beautiful piece of meat.

"Well, I guess the naughty masseuse thing is out. Let's skip the role playing
and just get to the good stuff."

"Good stuff?" mocked Paige.

"Fucking, alright? You may begin to service me now," this with a royal wave
of her hand to her soon-to-be lover.

As he moved towards her Phoebe stopped him and said, "Wait. What am I
supposed to call you?"

"How about Lars?"

"Lars? Do you look even remotely like a Lars?" Lars grinned and shrugged
at that.

"No. Besides we're not doing the massage thing."

"Alright, call me Paul."


"Why not? It's a perfectly good name."

Meanwhile Paige was growing impatient, "Oh for crying out loud would you
just call him Paul already and get started. We don't have all day you know.
Phoebe, Paul. Paul, Phoebe. Are you happy now?"

Phoebe just glared at her younger sibling before turning back to Paul and
asking, "How do you want to start?"

"Why don't you get on your stomach and we'll start with a little massage

"Okay Lars."

"Paul!!" from both other occupants of the room.

Phoebe, who had continued to undress and was completely nude by now, nodded
and began to roll over but not before giving the camera a quick beaver shot
that made Paige's mouth water. Getting up on her knees with her ass in the
air, Phoebe began to rock slightly back and forth, her clean-shaven twat in
perfect focus. Even as she lowered her body to the bed she kept her legs
spread so that Paige could zoom in on her glistening snatch. Something the
faux redhead was happy to do.

Paul had also been happily watching Phoebe expose herself to the camera and
he now moved toward her nude body. Placing one hand on her left leg he began
to move his hands on Phoebe's body, up her thigh and over her buttock onto
her lower back then back down the right side to her knee. Bringing his hand
back up to the gorgeous ass before him (as any sane straight man in his
position would do) Paul stopped and gave Phoebe's right cheek a gentle
squeeze. Phoebe had elevated her upper body on her elbows and was turned
slightly so she could watch the progress. Paul now had both hands on her
butt and was rhythmically squeezing her cheeks, pulling them apart in the
process. This gave Paige, and her camera, and even better view of Phoebe's
vulva and now her asshole as well. A sight that the anally oriented younger
girl could never get enough of. Already Paige was wishing she could ditch
the camera and dive in between her older sister's legs, but she had agreed
to play director for the day and was determined to let Phoebe have her fun
without interference. At least not so soon.

Paul had continued to massage Phoebe's butt and Paige realized she had almost
missed an opportunity for a close-up. Quickly zooming in it became obvious
that the middle Halliwell was growing increasingly aroused, as evidenced by
the moisture already appearing between her legs. After checking with Paige
that she had indeed caught the display on camera Paul changed from using his
whole hand to just using his fingertips on Phoebe's body, and he now began to
move further away from the amazing ass that both he and Paige were lusting
for big time. Up the prone form's back, returning down and over the buttocks
then back up, each time going just a little bit further, he worked his way
down Phoebe's left leg. When he reached her ankle he changed his stroke
again, this time pressing firmly down on her satin soft skin. Moving up the
leg slowly he passed over the left cheek, still maintaining pressure, before
moving to the right side and starting the trip down that leg. This process
was repeated several times. When he felt that he had gotten Phoebe relaxed
enough he went back to massaging her ass, but with more pressure than
previously. After the first few minutes Phoebe had lowered her upper body
to the bed and rested her head on her arms. She signaled her approval
periodically by moaning quietly whenever he did something she particularly

Placing one hand on each leg Paul moved down by increments while he
squeezed the flesh beneath his hands. Upper thighs, squeeze, move down a
hands-breadth, repeating until he reached her ankles. He spent some time
massaging both ankles and calves before moving onto the bottoms of Phoebe's
feet. Experimenting with different pressures Paul quickly found how much
pressure to apply that wouldn't result in a high-pitched squeal and having
the offended foot yanked from his grasp only to quickly be shoved back at
his body as punishment. He also settled for massaging one foot at a time,
using mostly his thumbs, placing one thumb next to the other on the soles
of his ticklish victims foot and applying pressure then rotating them in
opposite directions. When Phoebe began to wriggle her ass in pleasure Paul
decided that there had been enough massaging for now, even though he hadn't
even touched her shoulders yet. Figuring that there was time for that later
if she decided he mentally shrugged his shoulders and moved on to some real

Replacing his hands with his tongue Paul began the journey back up Phoebe's
leg to her lightly tanned ass. Dragging his tongue up her body, but skipping
the back of her knee so he wouldn't get kicked again, he arrived at his
destination. Not wanting to move too quickly Paul sat up again and placed
both hands on Phoebe's rump and began to briefly massage the globes again.
This time he changed tactics and angled his strokes in and down towards her
overheated groin. When Phoebe felt the first brush of his fingers against
her inner thigh she moaned approvingly. Encouraged by this Paul began zeroing
in on Phoebe's center. At first he stroked her just below her snatch, then
he moved ever so slightly up until his pinkies were making a bare minimum of
contact between her legs. More moans meant more contact and now Paul had
abandoned all pretense and was actively rubbing Phoebe's pussy.

Seeing Paul make contact Paige mumbled "Finally. 'Bout damn time." She was
growing impatient with the prelude and wanted the pair on the bed to move on
to the first act. Of course this was not an altruistic act on her part. Paige
figured the sooner the first act began the sooner it would end, and maybe the
sooner she could make her appearance on the stage. To thunderous applause no

Paul was using his left hand to rub along Phoebe's slit now while the other
was being used to squeeze her magnificent ass again. Phoebe was helping by
widely spreading her legs to ease his access. Not too widely of course.
Wouldn't want to appear sluttish. Prue used to do that during their
encounters. Phoebe or Piper would move in for some carpet munching and Prue
would throw her legs so far apart you would swear she was trying to split
herself in half. Not that either sister complained of course, but accusations
of slut were readily hurled at the eldest Halliwell. This led to counter
charges and counter-counter charges of whom of the three was the biggest slut
until all ended up in one bedroom or another where the challenges could be
met and a massive lez-fest would begin. Nothing was ever settled by this, but
then that was never the point. The Halliwell clan would come together, and
frequently cum together, their bond would be strengthened, and sexual
gratification would be had by all. What else was necessary?

Phoebe's brief reminiscence was ended as Paul touched her clit for the first
time of the afternoon. Emitting a low hiss at the contact Phoebe looked over
her shoulder towards the fully focused man giving her so much pleasure.
Seeing this Paige turned the camera briefly away from the action on the bed
to capture the look of lust in Phoebe's eyes. The subject of the camera lens
sensed Paige focusing on her but simply looked straight at the camera before
letting out another hiss as Paul again touched her clitoris. Once again Paige
turned the camera lens to the action taking place on the bed. Paul was
rubbing his middle finger harder along Phoebe's labia, occasionally slipping
the digit between her outer folds only to bring it back out again only to
swipe it against the groaning woman's engorged clit. Picking up the pace Paul
curled his middle and index fingers on the down stroke and slipped them into
Phoebe's pussy where the raven-haired beauty instantly clamped down on them,
but only for a moment. Phoebe had excellent control over her groin muscles,
something that her many male lovers praised her for over the years, and Paul
would find this out first hand in short order. Releasing her grip she let
Paul pull his fingers out so he could slip them back in again. Again Phoebe
contracted her pussy muscles briefly trapping the invading fingers inside
her. This time Paul twisted his wrist slightly moving the trapped fingers in
a clockwise motion. Phoebe grunted her approval as she released him again.
Again Paul slid his fingers back into the hot flesh of Phoebe's twat, but
this time he rotated them counterclockwise as he entered and clockwise as he
pulled them out. Without the expected clamping from Phoebe they slid out
quickly and he was free to repeat the process for the next several minutes.
Paul briefly considered searching for Phoebe's g-spot but since she was still
on her stomach and his hand was palm up he abandoned the idea. It would be
too awkward to try this palm down given his position on her right side and
though he was experienced at finding a woman's g-spot even he doubted he
could find it using the backs of his fingers or knuckles. Instead he used the
thumb from his free hand to begin stimulating Phoebe's asshole, circling the
ring slowly and applying some light pressure periodically. This new tactic
elicited a soft "Oh, yeah" from Phoebe, and another low moan from Paige. This
continued for a few minutes more before Paul decided he had relied on his
hands long enough and it was time to bring his tongue into play. He stopped
playing with Phoebe's backdoor just long enough to lean over and tease it
quickly with the tip of his tongue. The subject of the tease had just been
getting ready to voice her disapproval when she felt him make the initial
contact. Instead of a complaint he received a long "mmmm" instead.

Paul now settled in for some dedicated salad tossing and Phoebe returned to
her previous position with her head down on her arms. At first he continued
to finger her tight pussy but as he got more involved in his tongue work he
let his fingers wander to a stop, still embedded in her sopping wet cunt.
After a period of inaction Phoebe noticed the lack of stimulation and bounced
her hips on the bed a little to return his attention to her pussy. Paul got
the message, but not the one Phoebe had intended. Instead of resuming where
he had left off Paul changed approach yet again. Removing both his hand from
Phoebe's twat and his tongue from her asshole he pressed his face further
down between his lover's legs and started to lick her inner labia. Wanting
to facilitate this new development Phoebe quickly grabbed a pillow and shoved
it under her stomach, raising her hips off the bed a little more and giving
Paul easier access to her sweet snatch.

It was now simpler for Paul to reach Phoebe's pussy, but he was still
cognizant of Paige and the camera recording every second of the afternoon's
events, and Paige had not been idle during all this. She had removed the
camera from the tripod again and had started to move around the pair on the
bed, selecting the best angle from which to record. As Paul had begun rimming
Phoebe Paige was at the bottom left of the bed capturing the action. When
Phoebe had started to moan the youngest sibling moved up to the head of the
bed and focused again on her sister's face. Phoebe was morphing between looks
of intense pleasure and a huge smile, her eyes closed tightly all the while
as she concentrated on the sensations from her nether regions. When she drew
Paul's attention back to her pussy she drew Paige back with him, the camera
once again absorbing the explicit activities taking place.

The return of the camera meant a return to his original method of
cunnilingus. Instead of just jamming his face in between the toned legs
surrounding him as he had when Paige was recording Phoebe's reactions Paul
continued to go at the cream-filled treat from above, meaning he could only
use the side of his tongue while dining at the Y. Not the most satisfying
method for either participant but there would be other opportunities to
improve on this performance later. Besides the goal here was to heighten
Phoebe's arousal, not bring her to orgasm just yet.

This was all fine with Phoebe. She had enjoyed the massage immensely and the
subsequent stimulation of her pussy and ass by fingers and tongue even more
but she was ready to be a more active participant in this event. She started
to roll over causing Paul to stop what he was doing and look at her
questioningly. When he realized her intentions he thought she wanted him to
dive in and get her off after all, but Phoebe stopped him.

"No. It's my turn now. Why don't you bring that beautiful piece of man-meat
up here so I can get a closer look."

Paul just gave her a sour look but Paige's head popped out from behind the
camera, "Man-meat? Could you be more corny?"

"Hey no editorializing from the help." To Paul, "Get your cock up here so I
can suck it!"

"That's better."

"Shush you!"

Paul did as he was told and moved to the head of the bed so Phoebe could
reach his cock. Mindful of the camera that was trying to capture this event
for posterity, or late evening wank sessions for the sisters, he placed his
right arm along the top of the headboard and put his right knee up on the
bed. Phoebe also kept the camera in mind and slid over a little so she could
better reach him, but she stayed mostly on her back with her legs, once again
spread because she was now fingering herself, facing the camera and Paige who
had returned to her original position at the foot of the bed.

Phoebe took a good look at the penis dangling just a few inches in front of
her. Paul was fully hard already and he hadn't even been touched.

Casting an appraising eye toward the cock she was about to enjoy she asked,
"That's really nice. How big is that? Eight inches?"

Paul shrugged and answered, "How should I know. I never measured the thing."

Turning to Paige Phoebe said, "What do you think? Eight inches, right?"

"Seems about right to me. Did you want bigger?"

"Um, yeah, maybe. Next time though."

She turned back to Paul to see a surprised look on his face. "Oh, baby, I'm
just teasing. This is more than fine, seriously."

"Well if it's not don't blame me. I have no control over the size. It sort
of comes with the package."

"No control over the size? Is that right?"

"You know what I mean!"

Not bothering to respond Phoebe placed her hand on him for the first time,
gently stroking his shaft up and down, occasionally rubbing her thumb across
his glans. Paul groaned at the contact, his erect dick soaking up every
sensation as Phoebe continued her light stroking.

Seeking to soothe any remaining ruffled feathers Phoebe remarked as if to no
one, "I can't wait to get this inside me. It's so thick. And now that it's
fully erect I think it's bigger than I first thought. Yes, I'm sure of it.
It's got to be at least nine inches."

With that she placed a small kiss on the head of his cock and looked up at
his face. Knowing he was being placated, but willing to go along with it he
replied, "You better hope not, because sooner or later it's going in your

'Ooh, a challenge' Phoebe thought, but she gave no reply. Paige on the other
hand let out a weak groan as her knees almost buckled. She couldn't decide
what she wanted more, to see Paul's cock sliding in and out of Phoebe's ass,
or to take her sister's place and experience the ass-fucking first hand. It
had been hard enough watching the analingus without horning in on the action,
this was almost too much to take.

Phoebe paid no attention to her sister, she was quite familiar with Paige's
reaction to anything relating to anal sex, but Paul cast a quick glance over
to the redhead to see if she was all right. Seeing she was only suffering
from extreme horniness he turned his attention back to Phoebe just in time to
se her swallow the first few inches of his cock. This time the groan was not
weak and was not from Paige. Pleased at so immediate a response Phoebe
repeated the action getting a little farther down than her first attempt. All
kidding aside Paul's cock was more than large enough to please Phoebe and was
possibly much larger than she would be able to swallow fully. Phoebe was a
champion sword swallower, but she was also on the petite side and getting
that entire thing down her throat was going to be a real challenge,
especially in her awkward position. Well Phoebe liked a good challenge, and
Paul's expression of bliss made her want to give him something special for
their first time together so she determined she would get the whole thing
down her throat until her nose was pressing against his pubic bone.

With a firm goal in mind Phoebe got down to the business of giving head. She
used her right hand to cup Paul's balls and to provide a little support to
the shaft, but not interfere with her task, or the camera. If she was in a
better position she probably would have gone with the standard method of
stroking the shaft in time with the bobbing of her head as she sucked the
engorged flesh into her mouth, the strokes increasing the friction and heat
along the shaft. But she was not in a good position; she had to use her left
hand to support her body so she could do this at all. This did not stop
Phoebe, or even slow her down that much. Since her hands were unavailable she
would have to rely on her mouth to do almost all the work, and it's not as if
this would be the first time Phoebe had given head that way. It took longer
sometimes, but the pleasure seemed to increase dramatically with the
additional time and none of Phoebe's boyfriends had ever complained.

Paige was taking this all in as she operated the camera. In spite of all the
times she and one or the other, and many times both, of her sisters had been
together this was the first time she had seen either of them have sex with a
man, and it was getting her very hot. She focused on Phoebe as the older girl
worked her way further and further down Paul's shaft, twisting her head to
the left as she swallowed then rotating it back to the upright position when
she bottomed out and then continuing to the right as she backed off, the
hollowing of her cheeks indicating the degree of suction she was applying as
Paul's cock slipped out of Phoebe's mouth until just the head was left. As
Phoebe became more comfortable with the blowjob, and her throat more
accustomed to the invasion, she picked up speed, slamming her head down
Paul's shaft, then slowly releasing him. Paige watched carefully, she had
already picked up a few new tricks from her more experienced older sibling.
Now Phoebe was pausing at the bottom of each stroke as she worked to suppress
her gag reflex and get another couple of inches of Paul's cock down her
throat. Once that was accomplished Phoebe threw in a new twist; she would
extend her tongue and waggle it back and forth on the underside of Paul's
dick, lubricating it for her next approach and getting an increasingly vocal
response as a result.

"Oh fuck! Fuck that feels good. Damn, I've never felt anything like this.
Just like that, yeah just like that. Fuck! Fuck!"

Paul certainly wasn't the only one enjoying the blowjob. Phoebe really loved
sucking cock. To her it wasn't just a prelude to sex, it was an end in and of
itself. She could be satisfied just sucking a guy off, so long as she could
get herself off as well. Thinking of which, Phoebe removed her right hand
from Paul's nuts, which she had been gently kneading throughout most of the
blowjob, and brought it down to her pussy so she could begin work on her own
gratification. However she had forgotten to factor Paige into her equation.
The almost forgotten sibling had behaved admirably this far into the
afternoon's revels. Throughout all the massaging and fingering and licking
and sucking and playing with asses she had refrained from insinuating herself
into the action, choosing instead to be a good girl and stay on the sidelines
while Phoebe and Paul had their fun, but there was a limit to everything, and
Paige had reached hers. The fiery redhead (the fire was natural even if the
red hair was not) was on sensory overload. For over an hour now she had
watched Paul and Phoebe engage in foreplay, hearing the sounds of her
sister's pleasure, the squishing as Paul fingered her, the moans and groans
they each made as they reacted to the sensations they were feeling and the
smacking of Phoebe's lips as she worked on deep-throating Paul's cock. And
sight and hearing were not the only senses Paige had to deal with. Filming
required the use of only one hand, so she had allowed her free hand to roam
freely across her body, touching herself at will, sliding her hand under her
t-shirt to squeeze her breasts or caress her stomach, or down into her sweat
pants to diddle her clit or for a little finger fucking of her own. Paige
could also smell the sex in the air every time she breathed, her own juices
adding to the mix, filling the air with pheromones and heightening her
arousal to a fever pitch.

So seeing Phoebe begin to play with her clit was more than Paige could
endure. In Paige's book no one should have to masturbate as long as there
was a willing mouth, pussy and asshole in the form of a goddess, with
perfect breasts, nearby. And Paige was indeed nearby, having crawled up on
the bed and perched between Phoebe's spread legs at the knees. Shoving the
camera at Paul with a hasty "Take this" Paige dropped to the bed and knocked
her sister's hand away, her head diving between Phoebe's outstretched legs
and her tongue slipping into the soaked snatch waiting there. Feeling Paige's
tongue enter her pussy Phoebe moaned loudly, briefly letting the cock she was
sucking drop from her mouth. Finding herself with a free hand the beautiful
witch grabbed her left breast and began pinching the nipple between her thumb
and forefinger, the additional stimulus drawing another loud moan. She locked
eyes with her younger sister then turned her attention back to Paul and his
waiting cock. Instead of resuming the suckfest immediately Phoebe used her
tongue on the underside of Paul's dick and worked her way down to his balls,
sucking first one and then the other into her mouth before letting them drop
back out.

When Paige practically threw the video camera at him Paul became the director
of photography for this amateur production. He was faced with a dilemma. A
delightful dilemma, but a dilemma nonetheless. Should he continue to focus on
the 4-star blowjob he was receiving from Phoebe, ignoring the carpet licking
redhead that had joined them on the bed? Or should he focus on Paige and her
efforts to give her older sister pleasure? Exhibiting wisdom worthy of
Solomon, Paul weighed these two options and decided a healthy dose of both
would be best. Giving Paige a little time to establish her rhythm and tempo
Paul turned the camera back to Phoebe just as she began her journey down his
cock to his balls. Mindful of his proximity to the camera's audio pickup Paul
tried to keep his exclamations down, but despite his best efforts a constant
stream of "Oh God", "Fuck that feels good" and "Yeah, suck 'em. Suck my
balls" emerged from his mouth. Some minutes later Phoebe released his nuts
and began to lick her way back up his cock, intent on completing her blowjob
and inhaling the last remaining inch of his erection that she had yet to

This small respite allowed Paul to regain his senses and to capture some of
the muff diving Paige was doing. Moving the camera into position Paul watched
as Paige used her lips and tongue, and sometimes her teeth, on her lover.
Paige was using both hands to spread Phoebe's labia while she was drilling
her tongue into her pussy and lapping at the juices she found there. At
random intervals Paige would flatten her tongue and lick slowly up Phoebe's
slit, bringing as many of her taste buds into play as she possibly could.
Letting the full length of her tongue pass over Phoebe's clit she would then
flick it lightly with the tip before sucking the bundle of nerves into her
mouth. When she had completed this Paige would sometimes return to drilling
her tongue into Phoebe's twat to pick up the newly created juice waiting
there, or she might immediately repeat her trip up the length of her sister's
slit. Or sometimes Paige would suck one or both of Phoebe's lower lips into
her mouth, pulling them away from her body as far as they would go, allowing
them to slip out of her mouth when she had reached their limit. Sometime
during all of this Phoebe's hips had slipped into constant motion. She was
trying to maximize the contact of her clit with Paige's tongue, going so far
as to abandon her nipple pulling and using her hand to press on the back of
Paige's head in an effort to keep the younger girl from removing her tongue
and lips. However, Paige was not quite ready to focus on getting Phoebe off
just yet. Having spent so much time on the sidelines the redhead was not
ready to return to the bench after such a brief time in the game, even if
she was pitching relief, so to speak. Paige had not had anywhere near her
fill of her sister's delicious juices, so she successfully resisted all
attempts to get her to concentrate on the throbbing nub at the top of
Phoebe's slit and continued to enjoy doing all she could to increase the
flow of pussy juice into her mouth.

Meanwhile Phoebe was back on track working Paul's shaft into her mouth and
down her throat. The generous coating of saliva she had applied before
detouring to his balls had evaporated, so she was working diligently
re-coating his dick as she slid it into her throat. As before she was
rotating her head counter-clockwise then clockwise with a short pause at
the bottom to work her tongue closer to Paul's balls. It took less effort
this time to get nearly seven inches into her mouth, but that left over an
inch still to go. Not much by most measures, but when talking about
deep-throating an inch really was almost as good as a mile. At least that's
the way it felt to Phoebe. She had just about emptied her bag of tricks to
get Paul as far into her as she had. The rotating of her head, the waggling
of her tongue and the frequent pauses to allow her to get passed the gag
reflex had gotten her this far, but there was still that last inch to go.
Phoebe had been in this situation before and she had one last trick to try.
It had worked for her in the past, but the guys she had used it on had not
had the girth Paul had, even when their cocks had been longer. Still she
had to try. Making eye contact with Paul, and incidentally the camera, she
began working as much of Paul's shaft into her mouth as she could before
coming to a pause while she waited to make sure she hadn't constricted her
airway too much and could still breathe comfortably. Once she was assured
she began deliberately trying to swallow just a little more of Paul's dick
with each breath. This succeeded in getting a tad more down, but nowhere
near the amount she needed to finish the job. Again she paused and checked
her breathing. Seven inches of Paul's cock had been almost fully embedded
in her mouth for several minutes and the heat of her mouth combined with
the rhythmic massage of her tongue as she worked him down her throat was
really getting to him now. His balls were just beginning to tighten up
against his body and experience told him that meant he was getting ready
to cum. He could only hope it didn't happen before Phoebe was ready for him,
thereby ruining all her efforts so far. But Phoebe was also experienced and
she knew the signs of a man getting ready to shoot his load even better than
Paul. She had one last shot to get the job done and the time was now. Still
maintaining eye contact with the camera, Paul's eyes were closed and his
face was starting to scrunch up, Phoebe exhaled deeply, emptying her lungs
of as much air as she could. This had the effect of relaxing her throat
muscles completely and allowed the last remaining inch to slide into her
mouth pushing the head right down her throat. As she took her next breath
in Phoebe applied as much suction as she could muster (thoughts of garden
hoses and bowling balls flashed through her mind) until her nose was firmly
pressed against the flesh at the base of Paul's cock. Victorious, Phoebe
maintained her position for as long as the lack of oxygen would allow before
she was forced to let Paul's cock begin to slip back out of her mouth. As
quickly as she could Phoebe repeated the process a second and then a third
time, the last one proving to be the proverbial charm. Paul had nearly fallen
off the bed the first time Phoebe had succeeded in touching her nose to the
skin at the base of his cock, so intense had the pleasure been. Feeling
everything a second time triggered his orgasm and as Phoebe bottomed out on
the third stroke he delivered the first shot of his load directly down her
throat into her stomach. Phoebe stayed in place for another two ropy jets of
cum before releasing most of Paul's cock from her mouth's embrace. She was
quite pleased she had done what she had set out to do, but she also didn't
want Paul's full load to completely bypass her tongue and thereby her taste
buds. Fortunately Paul was delivering a sizeable load and she was able to
take another four squirts onto her tongue where she rolled them around a bit
before opening her mouth to display her treasure to the camera. Closing her
mouth again she made a show of swallowing what was in there then opened it
once more to show the camera her mouth was now empty and she had not missed
a drop.

Paige had been watching the end of Phoebe's blowjob from her place between
her sister's legs. While Phoebe had been concentrating on getting Paul to
climax she had stopped trying to get Paige to finish her off. This had
allowed Paige to indulge her desires and get as much of Phoebe's pussy
cream into her own stomach as the time allowed. Time had run out for her
however. Phoebe's primary duty completed she was now free to concentrate on
her own pleasure and she now turned her full focus to the redhead currently
sucking on her labia. Placing both hands on Paige's head Phoebe made eye
contact with her younger sister.

"Please, I need to cum. Now!!"

Paige briefly removed her mouth from Phoebe's snatch "Fine by me. I'm more
than ready to swallow a big load of your cum anyway."

Satisfied they both now wanted the same thing Phoebe made herself comfortable
and watched as Paige moved back in for the final assault. Abandoning her
prior routine Paige gave Phoebe's slit a few dozen bottom to top full licks,
circling the clit and slashing it with the tip of her tongue each time. As
Phoebe was becoming more aroused Paige spent more time teasing her clit with
each stroke, until she gave up and devoted all her activity to Phoebe's clit.
Phoebe's moans were coming full time now, and her hands were back on Paige's
head, needlessly holding the younger girl in place. Phoebe had also brought
her legs up to cross her ankles behind Paige's neck but that was done more
from the pleasure of Paige's cunnilingus than to lock her into place.

Paige was alternating long sucks of Phoebe's clitoris with quick circular
licks around the nerve center. This would eventually get the job done for
her but Phoebe was tired of waiting and wanted to get this orgasm under her
belt so she could move on to the next round. Besides, she really did need
to cum. She was just about to offer up some helpful orders when two things
happened. The first was Paul returning to the action. Still holding on to
the camera he held it out and away from his body and relied on blind luck
to keep the lens pointed toward the action on the bed. Then kneeling next
to the bed he leaned over and began sucking Phoebe's left nipple, flicking
his tongue over it and taking it and the surrounding flesh as deeply into
his mouth as he could. This distracted Phoebe from delivering whatever
helpful hints she was going to offer up to Paige. Only one thing had been
missing thus far in Phoebe's estimation and that had been the complete lack
of attention anyone had paid to her tits. Even Phoebe hadn't really given
them much thought except for a brief period just after Paige began eating
her out. This was unusual in Phoebe's experience, as most guys, and her
sisters, couldn't get enough of her tits. But then Paul was hardly most
guys. How many guys would delay foreplay, and their own gratification, to
massage a girl's feet? Not many. Whatever the reason it was now of the
past as Paul was making up for the lack of attention as quickly as he

The second thing to happen to forestall Phoebe's budding complaint was the
addition of Paige's fingers, three of them to be exact, to the activity in
Phoebe's snatch. Paige snuck them in when Paul latched on to Phoebe's tit
like a lamprey. She also had switched to a continuous sucking of Phoebe's
clit, her cheeks hollowing and releasing like a baby with a bottle, while
her fingers worked their way in and out of Phoebe's cunt. The combination
of stimuli was pushing Phoebe to the edge of orgasm. She had raised her
upper body on her elbows and her mouth had formed into an oval as she
released what appeared to be an endless "O". An endless O was what Paige
would have given Phoebe if it had been humanly possible but, sadly, it was
not and both would have to settle for a remarkably intense and satisfying
orgasm instead. For well over an hour now the fires of Phoebe's orgasm had
been stoked as she was massaged and licked and fingered almost continuously.
She had been brought to the edge only to back off more than once, sometimes
by her own choice and sometimes not. This time she reached the edge and went
crashing over it when Paige added one last stimulus to the mix, gently
biting Phoebe's clit while flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Phoebe
found her voice as she climaxed screaming her pleasure into the nearest ear.
In this case Paul's.

"Oh good Fucking GOD!!! I'm CUMMMMING!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Even with Phoebe's gentle bellows of pleasure ringing in his ear Paul never
let the nipple he was currently sucking slip from his lips, and Paige, who
was marginally further away, had no problem as she lapped away at the flood
of cum released by Phoebe's orgasm.

As always, the pleasure had to come to end, and Phoebe collapsed back on
the bed, her breathing ragged and her heart beating wildly as she came down
from her climax. Paul finally released her nipple and settled on the bed to
Phoebe's left. Paige, who was already lying mostly on the bed between
Phoebe's legs, continued lapping at her sister's snatch, capturing whatever
stray juices came within tongue's reach, but mostly just maintaining the
intimate touch to prolong the older girl's pleasure as long as possible.
After an orgasm as intense as Phoebe's Paige had found it best to just ride
it through and not stop what she was doing too abruptly. Best for who was
debatable. Paige loved eating her sisters out and getting her to stop was
never easy. But Phoebe knew of a way to do it. Raising her head off the bed
she looked down her body at Paige.

"Come here."

Grinning like the Cheshire cat Paige crawled up Phoebe's body and settled
to her right.

"Kiss me."

Wanting very much to kiss her as well Paige leaned down to meet Phoebe's
lips and the two sisters began to kiss passionately. Paul watched them make
out for several minutes, an indulgent look on his face having replaced the
shit-eating grin he had been wearing since his own intense orgasm just
minutes earlier. Just thinking about it was enough to get him hard again,
and sure enough he could see his dick starting to grow, his erection
pressing against Phoebe's left leg.

Phoebe felt something poking her leg but she was not yet ready to stop what
she was doing with Paige. When the poke was repeated she spared a hand to
swat at the offending... digit? Hand? Stick? She didn't know what was poking
her she just wanted it to stop.


Ouch? That got Phoebe's attention. She reluctantly ended her makeout session
with Paige and looked over to Paul who was rubbing his prick where she had
struck him. Oops!

With a sheepish grin she apologized, "Sorry. Didn't know what was poking me.
Next time you might want to use something a little less sensitive."

"I'll keep that in mind." Paul said, his brow furrowed as he inspected his
member for signs of permanent damage. Phoebe and Paige shared a look that
said plainly as if it had been spoken 'Men can be such babies.'

"If you bring that up here I'll kiss it and make it all better."

The speed with which Paul's frown was replaced with a huge grin could only
have been measured in warp units, and his repositioning to the head of the
bed was only slightly less fast. As promised Phoebe placed a gentle kiss
on the injured area then she angled the once again fully erect penis toward
Paige, offering it up to her sister with a well manicured raised eyebrow.
Never one to turn down an opportunity to suck a cock Paige opened her mouth
and took just the head into it, sucking gently as she circled the head with
her tongue. Looking up to gauge Paul's reaction she saw his eyes closed and
a smile on his lips. Satisfied with that she took a little more into her
throat while trying one of the new tricks she had learned watching Phoebe.
With a few inches secure in her mouth Paige extended her tongue and swiped
it along the underside of Paul's cock.

"Mmm, he likes that." Phoebe offered before adding her own tongue to the
base of Paul's shaft.

Feeling two tongues on his rod for the first time Paul's eyes shot open and
he shouted out "OH FUCK!!!"

Paige giggled as she removed her lips briefly from his dick and said, "He
likes that even more."

The two shared Paul's cock for a while, sometimes both working his shaft,
sometimes one sucking him while the other played with his balls with either
tongue or hand. Occasionally they would pause to share a kiss and use only
their hands to keep him happy.

In time Phoebe began to feel she was ready to do something different. Looking
up to the man kneeling above her she gave his pole a little tug and asked
"You ready to do something else with this?"

Paul looked curiously at his prick as he tried to imagine what else he could
use it for. Seeing the look of confusion on his face Phoebe sighed and
clarified, "Are you ready to fuck now?"

Comprehension dawned and with a blush coloring his face he responded, "Sure.
How about you? Are you ready?"

Before Phoebe could even respond Paige shouted out "I'll check!"

Resuming the position she had abandoned earlier Paige spread Phoebe's lips
and used her tongue to check her sister's degree of readiness. Seeing, or
tasting to be precise, that Phoebe was wet, but not wet enough in Paige's
judgment; the redhead began using her tongue to increase the level of
wetness in Phoebe's folds. However this time she was not using her tongue
as a collection device, she was using it to deliver saliva and spread it
around, as well as to stimulate the production of Phoebe's own natural

That was the plan anyway. When Paige caught herself capturing and swallowing
the juices Phoebe was manufacturing she forced herself to stop, pulling away
to pronounce Phoebe ready for the next phase.

Still kneeling on the bed Paul maneuvered into place between Phoebe's knees
then pulled up short to ask, "How do you want to start?"

"Mish is fine to start, then let's just play it by ear as we go along."

Nodding agreement Paul handed the camera back to Paige to let her resume
taping the action. That the camera was still in his hand didn't really
surprise Paul, the strap on those things was pretty secure making them easy
to hang on to. What would surprise him would be to find out that through
all that had just happened he had succeeded in keeping things in focus. That
and the fact that he had somehow managed to keep from clocking the others in
the head with the damn thing. There was nothing he could do about the focus
issue now. When they watched the playback they could see how well things went
and take it from there. Maybe they'd even have to redo some things, like
Phoebe's blowjob. Maybe more than once. That thought brought a huge smile to
his face.

Coming back to the present Paul grabbed a pillow and motioned Phoebe to lift
her ass off the bed a little as he positioned it under her. He wanted to make
sure that she was raised enough to allow the camera a good view now that the
main event was about to begin. Taking his dick in hand Paul closed in on
Phoebe's pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down Phoebe's slit a few
times, getting some of her moisture on him where he spread it around with his
thumb. He also grazed her clit lightly with ridge of the head, the two
extremely sensitive body parts sending pleasureful signals to both their
brains. Sensing the time was right Paul moved back to Phoebe's opening and
began to slip the head inside her. The reaction was immediate as Phoebe
sharply inhaled and Paul let out a moan, the heat and wetness from her cunt
sending waves of pleasure through him. Pausing with just the head in to give
Phoebe time to adjust to the penetration he caught her eye looking for the
signal to continue. But he forgot this was Phoebe he was dealing with and
looking for subtle signals from her was pointless. Subtlety was most
definitely not her style.

Phoebe proved this by smacking him on the ass with her hand and chiding,
"C'mon! Get on with it! I'm not a newbie here!"

Choking down a retort about Phoebe's voluminous experience, and thereby
saving him from more slaps to sensitive areas, Paul resumed slowly sliding
his dick into Phoebe's hot, wet, pussy. A little more than halfway in
something told him he should begin to pull out, so he did, eliciting a low
moan from the good witch beneath him. He pulled back until just the head
was left then reversed course and began the journey back in. Getting a
little more in this time he stuck with his game plan and once again began
to pull out. After about a dozen strokes Paul was almost completely in and
he felt it was time to start fucking in earnest. Lowering himself to a
prone position above Phoebe he let his weight rest mostly on his forearms
and knees.

Phoebe signaled her approval of the change with a simple "Good."

Paul and Phoebe now started some serious fucking, the long slow strokes
replaced by fast medium strokes. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh and
the squishing sounds of a wet pussy filled the room and Paige moved around
the bed finding the best angles from which to record the scene. The two
participants were making Paige's job easy for her. When she wanted to
record the explicit action she knelt on the center of the bed near the foot
and moved the camera forward so she could see Paul's cock as it sank into
Phoebe's snatch, then capture Phoebe's inner lips as they clung to Paul's
shaft on the upstroke. When she wanted to record Phoebe's reactions she
filmed from the left side of the bed, Paul unknowingly cooperating by
turning his head to slightly to the right where Paige could record his
facial expressions, even the goofy ones. Needless to say Paige spent most
of her time at the foot of the bed. The first time Phoebe felt Paul was
rushing towards his climax Phoebe used her feet to apply pressure to his
butt, effectively getting him to slow down some. The next time she removed
her hands from his ass where they had been since she had spanked him and
grabbed his chin to pull him in for a kiss. This successfully distracted
him for a couple of minutes as he had to concentrate on not slamming their
heads together and that took his focus away from his cock briefly, but when
he hit a particularly sensitive spot in her pussy Phoebe found her own
attention being drawn away from the kissing and focusing on having her
second orgasm of the day. Now she wanted him to speed up. Phoebe just
hoped that she would come before he did, there were many more positions she
wanted to run through before this little Halliwell adventure played itself
out and it wouldn't do at all if she wore Paul out too quickly.

Now instead simple words and sounds of praise Phoebe began to encourage Paul
to pick up his pace, "Faster. Harder. FASTER!!"

Whether Paul heard her was irrelevant. Like a prize thoroughbred he sensed
the finish line was close and he needed no additional coaxing to run his
little heart out. Only for this particular stallion the prize was going to
be much more enjoyable than a smelly wreath and a bucket of oats.

Free from Phoebe's restraints Paul began to slam into her with short
increasingly rapid strokes. Paige could tell that both Phoebe and Paul were
getting ready to cum and she was momentarily undecided about what to focus
on. When Phoebe came Paige wanted to be focused on her face, but if Paul
also came she didn't want to miss it in case he pulled out to shoot his load
on Phoebe's body. Paul's facial contortions were unimportant to Paige. She
figured once you'd seen one guy close his eyes and scrunch up his face with
his mouth hanging open as he came you'd seen them all. Fortunately she
realized she didn't have to make a choice. By stepping back from the bed
just a little and shifting slightly to her left she could get both targets
into frame and quickly select which one to zoom in on when necessary.

The choice presented itself when Phoebe began to scream out her second
climax, "Good, Good, God!! Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Fuck me! I'm cummMMMING!!!"
This was emphasized by her fists slamming into Paul's body as Phoebe's back
arched lifting her off the bed slightly. Even the tight curling of Phoebe's
toes as her orgasm hit was being caught on tape.

Paul was hurtling towards his own reward when Phoebe came, loudly, underneath
him. And the subsequent clenching and unclenching of her pussy muscles as she
rode the wave of her orgasm threatened to undo him. He was close, so close,
but he wasn't pushed over the edge to his own orgasm, much to Phoebe's
delight. When Phoebe regained her senses Paul began to move again inside her
but she pushed him off and motioned to Paige with her hand once more.

"Come here."

Paige set the camera on the tripod and moved swiftly up the bed and into
Phoebe's open arms.

Phoebe gave her younger sister a look of total love and devotion and said,
"Thank you. This has been even better than I imagined."

"It ain't over yet sis." She looked at the clock on Phoebe's nightstand which
read 4:11 pm. Paige saw with some surprise that more than two hours had
passed since they had started.

Turning back to her sister she said, "We still have nearly three hours left."

Phoebe considered this news, "Three hours. That should be enough, but if it's
anything like the last two I'm going to have to come up with something really
spectacular as a way of thanks."

"A kiss is always a good way to start."

Phoebe pulled Paige to her and began kissing her only to have the redhead put
a hand up to block her, "I didn't mean on the mouth."

"Vixen" Phoebe laughed and began to tickle her fair-skinned sister on any
exposed flesh that presented itself to her.

"Hey! No fair. You're not ticklish!" Paige protested.

"And you're wearing waaaay too many clothes!" came the retort.

Both girls stuck their tongues out at each other, but laid off with the

Paul watched this transaction with an incredulous look. "I give you the best
orgasm you've ever had and you thank her?" he complained.

Phoebe looked at him and replied "First off it wasn't the best ever..."
Paige's tongue now made an appearance in his direction " wasn't even the
best one I've had today..."

"Ooh, harsh."

"... and second if it weren't for her you wouldn't even be here!"

"She's got you there dude."

Paul opened his mouth then quickly shut it as he realized that Phoebe was
indeed right. Technically. He also correctly concluded that he was never
going to win so he cheerily surrendered. He looked back to Phoebe then cast
a meaningful glance down to his still hard prick then back up to Phoebe
again. But Phoebe was sated for the moment and she leaned over to her sister
and whispered something in Paige's ear that Paul could not catch. 'Uh oh',
he thought, 'this can't be good'.

Paige's Cheshire grin reappeared and she nodded eagerly to whatever Phoebe
was whispering.

"Okay, but you have to take the camera.", she said to her older sister.

"Nah. Just leave it on the tripod. I'll zoom in and out if I have to.
Remember where it is and we'll be fine."

With this Phoebe got off the bed and moved down to the camcorder and tripod.

This left Paige and Paul alone on the bed. "Sounds like a plan. Speaking
of... lie down on you back.", this last part was to Paul who looked down at
the bed then back up to Paige, a grin mirroring her own coming to his face
as he realized what she had in mind, thinking to himself, 'Oh. Maybe it can
be good!' Quickly getting up from the bed Paige whipped her t-shirt and
sweatpants off, going from clothed to nude in under five seconds. Paul wasn't
the only one capable of warp speed when presented with an opportunity for

As Paige's perfect tits came into view Phoebe let out a wolf whistle complete
with a cartoonish "hubba, hubba." Paige acknowledged the compliment by
striking a pose, placing her right hand behind her head and looking up and
slightly to the left and throwing her shoulders back to emphasize her very
sizeable chest. Breaking the pose with a laugh Paige then climbed back on to
the bed and moved towards Paul who was laying in the center of the bed with
his hands clasped behind his head and his ankles crossed looking for all the
world like he was without a care in the world. Of course the eight inch
erection he was still sporting sort of ruined the picture, but then, he
wasn't there to be photographed.

Still kneeling on the bed Paige settled back so that she was resting on her
calves. She took Paul's cock in her right hand and gently began to stroke it
bringing a smile to his face.

"Okay, so here's the plan. I'm going to ride this large, and might I add
really well formed, cock of yours until I cum. You may cum before me, with
me, or after me. I don't care which. However, if you do cum before me and
you don't stay hard long enough to finish me off I will take this beautiful
cock and rip it off your body and throw it out the window. Am I understood?"

The deceptively mild and matter-of-fact way in which the redhead delivered
her threat was classic Paige, but Paul was not fool enough to think she
wouldn't follow through on it. He looked down at Paige's hand still wrapped
around his cock and felt her give it a meaningful squeeze accompanied by a
charming smile. He nodded his agreement, afraid that if he spoke his voice
would crack like a teenager's.

"Good. Then we can begin."

Kneeling over Paul Paige took his cock in her mouth and proceeded to coax
him back to full hardness with a sloppy wet blowjob. The felatio also served
to take Paul's mind off Paige's playful threat of bodily harm. After only a
few minutes of sucking Paige judged Paul ready and straddled his body, facing
the headboard. Lifting herself up just enough Paige lined Paul's dick up with
her opening and began lowering herself onto it. Both Paige and Paul moaned as
she settled on his cock, the sensory overload briefly overwhelming them.
Pausing as she bottomed out Paige remained still with her eyes closed,
allowing her pussy to grow accustomed to Paul's presence inside her. Paige
felt as if she could feel every centimeter of Paul's unit where it touched
the ridged walls of her pussy. She felt fuller than she could ever remember
feeling before, but chalked it up to the sheer eroticism of fucking a guy
while her sister videotaped it. As soon as she was ready Paige began to move
up and down Paul's shaft. Her opening strokes were routine, medium in speed
and length, designed to increase the heat and lubrication of her pussy in
preparation of the faster, harder strokes still to come.

Phoebe was zooming in on the pair on the bed, moving in until only Paige's
ass and twat and Paul's cock and a small portion of his upper thighs were in
frame. She watched as Paige bounced up and down on Paul without speaking,
concentrating on her sister's pussy lips as they molded themselves to his
shaft, pulling away from her body each time his penis exited her. Once again
the only sounds in the room were those of flesh meeting flesh and pussy
juices being squished as they were displaced by a cock. After several minutes
of this Paige began to add some spin to her movements. Placing both hands on
Paul's chest to increase her leverage she came to a stop at the bottom of her
next stroke. Instead of lifting back up immediately Paige started to saw her
hips back and forth, pressing her clit into Paul's body as she went. She
would do this a few times then pull off his cock most of the way before
reversing direction and slamming back down only to repeat the sawing motion.
Several more minutes passed this way and both Paige and Paul were starting
to feel their pleasure mount. Not content to leave it there Paige added
another new twist on her next stroke. When she reached bottom she began to
move her pussy forward along Paul's body as she had been for the last few
minutes. However, this time Paige shifted to her right a couple inches before
sliding her hips back towards his feet. Once she was as far back as she was
going to get Paige shifted to her left until she was again centered over Paul
then continued on another two inches before once again changing direction and
sliding her hips forward and completing the maneuver. Paige took it slowly at
first and to Phoebe's eyes it looked like her sister was using Paul's dick
like a pen to draw a small square on his body. After the first few
repetitions Paige began to pick up speed and the square quickly morphed into
a tight circle with Paul's cock at the center. Paige was now rotating her
hips around his dick and she grabbed Paul's hand's from where they were
lightly resting on her thighs and jammed them onto her tits, clasping her own
hands on top of them, the two of them squeezing both her breasts as hard as
she could withstand.

Paige was moving at a feverish pace on top of Paul. The motion of her body
as it moved around his cock forced the erect penis into contact with every
inch of her vagina to her very intense pleasure. In fact it was almost too
intense, the heat of Paul's dick increasing with every stroke and the
friction of Paige's clit as it rubbed against Paul's body at multiple points
moving the young witch closer and closer to orgasm with each passing moment.
That she certainly did not want to happen just yet, she wanted to draw out
her pleasure as long as possible. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, even
someone as experienced at sex as Paige could occasionally encounter technical
difficulties, and at the speed Paige was moving her hips it was almost
inevitable. She zigged when she should have zagged and her tight little
circle tried to become a pentagram, something that anatomy simply would not
allow. So Paige came to a crashing halt with Paul's cock still safely
attached to his body. Paige paused to catch her breath which had become
increasingly ragged from her exertions and to wipe away some of the sweat
that was forming on her chest and forehead. Paul also had to bring his
breathing under control and he looked at the redheaded beauty still
straddling him.

"That was amazing! I'm going to have to remember that one for the future."

Paige leaned down and gave him a light kiss on the lips, pulling back and
saying, "If you liked that you're gonna love what's next!"

Returning to her upright position Paige placed her hands back on Paul's
chest, smiling as Paul placed his hands on her own chest. Paige knew from
experience that he was getting the better of that particular deal but she
did not begrudge him the advantage.

When Paige began moving on Paul's cock again she repositioned her hands onto
the bed on either side of him. This had the intended effect of raising her
ass just a bit and allowed Phoebe to get a much better picture of Paige's
snatch as it slid up and down Paul's thick rod. Things continued like this
for another five minutes or so before Paige started to modify her movements
yet again. However this time Paige was going to work vertically instead of
horizontally. She began with a familiar motion, moving her hips backwards
several inches. Since she was still leaning forward she didn't really move
straight backwards, it was more like she was lifting off Paul's penis, the
front of her vagina pressing against his shaft as she lifted. This changed
the angle of Paul's cock where it entered her cunt. If straight up was high
noon Paige moved back until Paul's prick was pointing to 2 pm on the dial.
Now as Paige continued to lift herself off Paul's body, she moved back
forward in the process, until she reached the top of her stroke with the
penis trapped inside her once again pointing at noon. Starting her downstroke
this time she inched forward forcing Paul's member to point at 10 am until
she bottomed out and began rotating her hips back so she could start over.
Once again she was forming a circle with her hips, but this one maximized
the contact of cock and pussy along their entire length. Her first few times
like this involved pausing at several points along the way, allowing her to
practice the stroke while establishing a rhythm without breaking anything
fragile along the way. Paige took it slowly for the first two or three
minutes then she began to pick up some speed. Another benefit of this
particular method for Paige, she was getting great contact along her g-spot
from the head of Paul's cock on every downstroke, making up for the relative
lack of clitoral stimulation, and the faster she went the better it felt.

Almost as soon as Paige began her latest variation on his cock, Paul knew
that it would be the one that did him in. In mere seconds he was back to
the point he had been at before Paige's mechanical failure. He didn't know
precisely how long he would be able to stave off his orgasm, but he wasn't
confident in his ability to delay it long enough. Somehow he didn't think
his usual methods would work this time, he just wasn't used to the intensity
of pleasure he had been getting while fucking Phoebe and Paige and putting
together that week's grocery list was not going to be distraction enough.
Not with a beautiful, sex-crazed, goddess riding him like some prized bull,
and from the look of rapture on Paige's face it was apparent she was in no
rush to end the ride anytime soon. Paul would just have to hope that Paige
was kidding when she threatened him with bodily harm if he should climax
and not get her off as well. She must be kidding, she couldn't really intend
to rip Paul's cock off and toss it out the window just because he failed to
please her. After all he had grown quite fond of it, especially every time
he felt a wave of pleasure shoot through him as Paige's pussy rubbed against
his shaft.

Of course Paige was only kidding about that. The afternoon was only half
over and a fully attached cock figured prominently in Paige's plans for the
remainder of the day. Not to mention Paul's. And Paul was also mistaken about
how close Paige was to orgasm herself. Paige had been riding Paul for nearly
fifteen minutes now and his unit had been probing her g-spot for a good
portion of that time. Paige didn't climax from g-spot stimulation as easily,
or messily, as Phoebe, but she could get off on it, as she was getting ready
to prove. Picking up speed until she reached maximum safe velocity Paige's
eyes closed and her mouth opened, meaningless sounds escaping as she closed
in on nirvana.

Paul wasn't doing any better himself. His eyes remained open along with his
mouth, but he wasn't saying anything dramatically more intelligible than his
female counterpart. He was simply hanging on for dear life, desperately
trying to hold off his climax until Paige reached hers. He was succeeding in
spite of the odds until he caught sight of movement at the foot of the bed.
Phoebe had recovered from her earlier encounters and was ready to play again.
To show that she was ready she moved out from behind the camera tripod and
caught Paul's eye. Lifting her left foot and placing it on the bed Phoebe
took her left hand and spread her pussy open for Paul to see. Taking her
right hand Phoebe worked one, then another and then a third finger into her
snatch, working them in and out, fingers and pussy getting increasingly
wetter with each stroke. After only a few seconds of this Phoebe pulled her
fingers out of her dripping twat and made a big show of bringing them to her
mouth where she slowly sucked them clean of her juices one at a time.

Paige was oblivious to the erotic display taking place behind her, but then
the redhead was pretty oblivious to anything but the dick inside her by that
point. All Paige cared about was continuing the assault on her g-spot, her
orgasm just moments away. Paul, however, was a different story. He was
totally aware of Phoebe's x-rated show at the foot of the bed and it was
having an immediate impact on him. Watching the raven haired witch lick her
juices from her fingers was the last straw that broke the dam holding back
his orgasm. As Paige was dropping down his shaft Paul's hips surged up to
meet her, his cum shooting out of his cock and painting the walls of her

Paul's cock swelled as his orgasm struck. That and his sudden lurch upward
provided Paige with that last little push, triggering the redhead's own
climax. Their groin's slapped together one last time as Paige came and her
hips stopped moving, only the muscles of her pussy contracting and releasing
as she rode out her orgasm. Paul didn't care that Paige had come to a
standstill on top of him. He was still driving his hips up into her pussy
with each spasm of his dick, sparing no thoughts for anything but his own

Phoebe was the only one moving as the two lovers came down from their
post-coital bliss. She had been watching the developments on the bed like a
hawk, ready to pounce if Paige let Paul cum inside her as the two had planned
earlier. Seeing that this was indeed what had transpired Phoebe was on the
bed and behind her sister in a flash. Pushing at Paul to get out from under
Paige she got down on the bed on her back and wriggled underneath the redhead
until she had her mouth positioned just beneath her sister's snatch. Rug
munching Paige was a favorite pastime of Phoebe's, but going down on her when
she had a fresh creampie was a new experience and she was dying to try it.
Grabbing Paige's ass in both hands Phoebe pulled her younger sister's gooey
twat onto her face and began drilling her tongue into it. Each lick of
Phoebe's tongue brought new tasty treats into her mouth and earned the sister
witch a moan of encouragement from Paige.

Paul was prone on the bed, his body doing a convincing impression of a bowl
of Jell-O, when Phoebe began slapping his legs and yelling at him to get off
the bed. Fearful that he had somehow failed to get Paige off and his
punishment was about to be enacted Paul scurried off the bed and moved away
from the two girls. When he saw why Phoebe was all excited his face split in
a huge grin. This was going to be hot. He quickly moved to the camera and
checked the focus, ensuring that the activity on the bed was being recorded
properly. Paul needn't have worried about that. Either by design or chance
the camera lens was pointed perfectly at the sisters, each drag of Phoebe's
tongue through Paige's folds caught for posterity. And Halliwell family

Paige fell face forward on the bed when Paul got up, leaving her ass proudly
pointing to the ceiling and providing ample room for Phoebe to slip into
place behind her. When Phoebe grabbed Paige's ass the redhead was aware
enough to respond, spreading her knees further apart to allow her pussy to
come down an adequate amount to where Phoebe's tongue could get to it with
greater ease. Using a pillow to support her head Phoebe could now reach it
and she wasted no more time, extending her tongue and lapping at the combined
juices already beginning to drip from Paige's snatch.

Paul watched Phoebe work from the foot of the bed. He was easily able to
see every swipe of Phoebe's tongue through Paige's twat. He watched as gobs
of his cum dripped out of Paige onto Phoebe's tongue only to disappear
immediately as they were swallowed and she went back to the source for more.
This continued until there was no more evidence of his orgasm remaining for
Phoebe to devour. However this did not prevent Phoebe from continuing to
lick Paige out. Some slight traces of Paige's own lubrication still remained
and Phoebe was not going to stop until she had completely cleaned her younger
sister out.

Paige had been moaning softly the entire time Phoebe was eating her. She
should have been way too tired to respond to the short haired girl's
ministrations, but Phoebe was unintentionally paying some much needed
attention to Paige's still engorged clit. Phoebe was using very long swipes
of her tongue to collect her sister's fluids and deliver them to her open
mouth. Most of these swipes brushed briefly - and sometimes not so briefly -
but always roughly, right over Paige's clit. And the redhead was loving every
second of it. So when Phoebe slowed down and showed signs of stopping Paige

"No." moan "Don't." moan, moan "Stop."

Not sure if she had heard correctly Phoebe responded in between licks, "What
was that sweetie? I couldn't hear you."

"Licking." moan, moan, moan "Keep on." moan, moan "Eating."

"You want me to keep on doing this?" Phoebe took an especially long lick of
Paige's pussy, flicking her tongue on her clit at the end.

"Ahhhhrrrrrrrr. YES!"



Knowing she had pushed the teasing far enough Phoebe returned to her task
before her dear, lovable, quick tempered sister turned violent. Considering
how best to proceed Phoebe decided to concentrate on Paige's clit, concluding
correctly that the younger witch was sufficiently primed and now just wanted
to reach liftoff. Phoebe settled in to her current mission, choosing a tried
and true approach to getting Paige off. Using the tip of her tongue she began
tracing letters on Paige's bud, knowing from experience that the concentrated
attack would be the quickest way to do this.

While Phoebe was showing off her skills at cunnilingus Paul was thinking
about his own next move. Watching Phoebe eat Paige's cream-filled cunt had
gotten him rock hard and ready to fuck again. Seeing Phoebe on her back on
the bed with her knees raised slightly he considered climbing back in the
saddle for some more fun with her. Realizing that might interfere with what
she was doing to Paige he opted against that particular course of action.
Phoebe's mouth and Paige's pussy were also no man's land for the time being
and Paige didn't look like she was in the mood to give him a blowjob. She
was more likely to bite his dick in half if he foolishly tried to get her
to suck him. That left Paige's ass. Tempting, very tempting, but he quickly
ruled that out as well for the same reasons as the others. Damn. He really
didn't want to stand there and just masturbate. There were two positively
gorgeous women mere inches away and he couldn't find some way to make
himself part of the action? Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Wait. He couldn't
fuck either of the girl's, or get a blowjob from them, but that didn't mean
he had nothing to offer. His tongue still worked and from the way Phoebe
was vigorously playing with herself while she went to town on Paige it was
a safe bet that she wouldn't mind something other than her own hand down

No sooner had the idea presented itself than Paul was crawling into position
between Phoebe's thighs. Capturing her hand in his he gently removed it from
her snatch and quickly replaced it with his tongue. When Phoebe placed the
free hand on the back of his head and pressed his face into her wet pussy he
knew that he had made the right choice. Of course he was having some
difficulty breathing as a result, but compared to the ambrosia that was
pouring from Phoebe's twat oxygen was overrated.

Paige was in absolute heaven, at least her definition of heaven. No one was
better at eating her pussy than Phoebe, the dark haired girl knowing exactly
how and when and where Paige needed to be licked. Phoebe wielded her talented
tongue like a precision instrument, a precise lick here, an exact suck there.
However, sometimes finesse went out the window only to be replaced with a
more blunt approach. Like a sledgehammer. And that was what Phoebe was using
on Paige at the moment. The gentle tracing of letters with the tip of her
tongue had been replaced with a constant sucking of Paige's clit. Paige was
climbing towards another climax and Phoebe was determined to get her there
as quickly as she could. For the sake of Paige's pleasure of course. And if
Phoebe's mouth was flooded by Paige's cum as a result, well that was just a
bonus. A really, really, big bonus.

Phoebe was briefly distracted when Paul began assaulting her own pussy with
his tongue, but years of working as an advice columnist had taught Phoebe
how to multitask. She was able to relegate the barrage of sensations from
her pussy to the back of her mind. She was able to enjoy the pleasure she
was receiving without being drawn away from her primary mission, that of
literally sucking the orgasm right out of Paige.

This was a good thing for the redhead as she was getting closer and closer
to liftoff, becoming increasingly vocal as she did.

"Oh God Phoebe! Yeah, right there. Just like that. Suck it. Suck it. OH GOD
I love you! MMMM, yeah! Suck it. Suck. FUCK!!!! GOD I'M UNNNNHHHHHHH!!!"

With one last suck Paige came all over her sister's face, the excess juices
running down either side of Phoebe's mouth. When the last ripple of her
orgasm passed Paige collapsed face down onto the bed and struggled to bring
her breathing under control. Phoebe quickly moved up to lie down next to
her sister, draping her arm across Paige's shoulders, whispering sweet
nothings into her ear.

Paul had stopped eating Phoebe when Paige's orgasm began, not wanting to be
in the way of either girl until things ran their course. When Phoebe lay
down beside Paige he began lightly stroking both girls along their calf.
Paige moved to kick his hand off her leg, but Phoebe lifted her head to look
at him. The head she received from him had served to stoke her sexual fire
and she was in desperate need of relief. From the rigidity of his cock it
appeared Paul was also in some need. Phoebe rolled onto her back and spread
her legs, lifting her knees toward her chest.

"Fuck me."

Needing no additional prompting Paul climbed up the bed and mounted the
raven haired girl.

Phoebe closed her eyes as Paul entered her, and when she reopened them she
said, "Fuck me hard. Make me cum."

Paul gave no response other than to start fucking. He began with a few slow
strokes to make sure both he and Phoebe were well lubricated but a stern look
from her and it was off to the races. Going from zero to sixty may not have
been Paul's preference but it was sure making Phoebe happy. Watching Paige
ride Paul all the way to happy land had gotten her horny, again, but eating
his cum as it dripped out of her sister's pussy had taken her from a simmer
straight to boiling.

Paul was pistoning in and out of Phoebe's overheated twat, their eyes locked
and sweat beginning to form on their foreheads. Phoebe wanted nothing more
than to be fucked hard and cum and Paul was perfectly happy to comply. But
no one said the sex had to be routine, or what passed for routine in the
Halliwell manor. Taking his cue from Paige, Paul began to swivel his hips
as he rammed into the small form beneath him.

Phoebe's eyes stayed locked with Paul's as he began to put some english on
his stroke. She grunted in time with his hips as they met hers, "Unnhh...
Unnhh... Unnhh... Like... Unnhh... That... Unnhh..."

They continued fucking that way for a short while longer when Phoebe felt
the low down tickle that signaled the beginning of another orgasm, but even
with the pounding she was getting from Paul it was going to be some time
before she came. However, Phoebe was not without her own repertoire of sexual
tricks, many of them intended to increase her own pleasure. The young witch
had learned early on that it was sometimes necessary to take control of her
own orgasm if she wanted a truly satisfactory experience. And most men were
fine with that, they couldn't care less who was doing what to whom so long
as they came.

Phoebe tapped Paul on the arm and said "Get up. On your knees."

Paul responded slowly, not sure exactly what she wanted him to do, and he
also didn't want to break his rhythm. Phoebe reassured him that she wanted
him to change position, "It's okay, just get up on your knees, I'll come
with you."

Mentally shrugging Paul got into the requested position and Phoebe moved with
him as promised. Her neck and shoulders remained on the bed but her ass had
lifted off the bed as she raised her groin to stay level with Paul's cock.
Paul could have supported her by grabbing her under the thighs or by her ass,
but that was not what Phoebe had in mind. She bent her legs at the knees,
placing her feet flat on the bed. When she was secure in this new position
Paul began to move within her once again, but Phoebe had one last instruction
for him.

"Take short medium speed strokes straight in and out. I want to show you

It was Paul's turn to start grunting from exertion and he kept his reply
short and to the point, "'Kay."

Phoebe's hips were free from any impediment now and she took instant
advantage of this. While Paul pumped his cock in and out Phoebe began to
pivot her pelvis up and down on his shaft. The motion was very similar to the
one Paige had used earlier while riding him but it had the added benefit of
both lovers being able to move in concert. Phoebe quickly built up speed and
Paul had to shorten his strokes even more for fear that he would slip
completely out of her, she was moving so fast. Gradually he came to a virtual
standstill and let Phoebe do all the work, the perspiration glistening on her
face and chest indicative of just how hard she really was working to get
herself off. With Paul not moving Phoebe was able to maximize the contact of
her clit with his body and she rapidly crossed the remaining distance to her
orgasm. In between grunts she forced out notification of her pending climax,
"Unnhh... Unnhh... Gonna Cum!! Unnhh... Unnhh... Cum!! Unnhh...

Phoebe's knees tightened around Paul's hips, pulling him in tightly to her
body and her hands reached up to clasp behind his neck pulling him down with
her to the bed to kiss her. They remained kissing throughout her climax and
even after she dropped her legs from their stranglehold around Paul's waist
the lover's continued to make out passionately. Phoebe took advantage of her
position beneath Paul to run her hands over his back and shoulders and rubbed
her heels up and down the back of his legs. She was enjoying her afterglow
and was not ready to let him out of her embrace just yet.

However Paul was not enjoying the post-coital time out as much as Phoebe for
the simple reason that he had not cum. Phoebe had gotten her rocks off, but
Paul's rocks still stubbornly remained, very much not off. He was also
beginning to understand what it felt like to have blue balls and he could
safely say he did not like it. He was deeply embedded in Phoebe's cunt and
with her body in almost constant motion underneath him his cock was still
getting some direct stimulation from the muscles of her vagina. Some
stimulation was not nearly enough, so he began moving his hips again, hoping
she would let him complete the job he had started.

Phoebe was, of course, still aware of the eight inches of meat nestled inside
her. She could feel the heat emanating from Paul's penis and could almost
swear that she felt it throbbing, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Her
caresses began to slow down just as she felt Paul begin to fuck her again.
Desiring a change of position she stopped him before he picked up a full head
of steam.

Paul was dismayed when Phoebe put up a hand to stop him. He briefly thought
she was going to deny him his gratification and began to protest, "Hey! What
about...", the words dying on his lips when he understood her intent.

Phoebe scrambled out from under Paul and motioned for him to lie down with
his head at the foot of the bed. She paused briefly to check on Paige who
had not moved for nearly twenty minutes.

Phoebe leaned over Paige and softly called her name. "Paige. Paige." No
response. "Paige. Are you sleeping?"

"Go away! Paige has left the building" came the somewhat grumpy reply.

Phoebe giggled then gave her sister a little swat on her ass, "Owww!" Phoebe
giggled again, addressing her prostrate sister one last time, "Okay, but
don't let her wander too far. Remind her she still has one hole that hasn't
been filled today!"

That got Paige's attention. She hadn't really been sleeping, she had been
floating in a sexual haze, enjoying feelings of peace and contentment,
thinking about nothing in particular and listening to the sounds of Paul and
Phoebe going at it. Until Phoebe hinted at more activity to come. And it was
Paige's absolutely favorite kind of activity too. The sexual kind. With that
thought Paige rolled over and watched as Phoebe moved down the bed a little
and straddled Paul. Then she noticed that the pair were over to the right
side of the bed and the camera was still focused on the center so she decided
to get the camera and once again take up her duties as videographer.

By this time Phoebe was in position with her pussy lined up with Paul's cock.
Although she had just cum moments before the method she had used to get off
had also been stimulating her g-spot and Phoebe wanted more of that. Using
her hand she guided Paul's penis back into her moist cunt. Lowering herself
until he was fully inside her, Phoebe began to adjust her position until she
was exactly how she wanted to be. Paul of course was growing impatient and
he kept trying to get her to move on his prick.

Phoebe kept slapping his hands away, telling him "Let me finish!"

She got into a crouch above him, her feet again flat on the bed. Paul saw
what she was doing and began to put his hands on her hips to help balance her
but she slapped at his hands again.

"No hands. Just lay there."

She began to bounce slowly on Paul's cock, concentrating on the feeling of
him as he slid in and out of her twat. Cock and twat, that was the only point
at which their bodies were currently in contact. It wasn't the best position
for accomplishing Phoebe's ultimate goal, but it was one she found
tremendously erotic and that was more important to her at the moment.

Paul was in complete agreement about the eroticism of the moment. He was
intensely focused on the sensations he was getting from his dick. Without any
other part of his body touching Phoebe he could concentrate solely on what
was happening to his penis, watching as Phoebe's pussy kept adjusting to his
girth as she traveled along his shaft, listening to the wet squishy sounds as
her fluids were displaced as he filled her. He also smelled the sex wafting
in the air, but given what had been going on in Phoebe's bedroom for well
over three hours now it was impossible to distinguish who or what was
responsible for creating the aroma. Where Paul disagreed with Phoebe's
assessment was in the potential for reaching climax this way. Even though
Phoebe was moving slowly the combination of heat and friction would
eventually be enough to cause him to blow his load. And if it wasn't he
could always flip her over on to her back and resume pounding until he came.

But Phoebe had something else in mind. She had already been on the receiving
end of three orgasms that afternoon, and she realized she held the cards for
at least one, and maybe a couple, more before her playtime came to an end.
She had watched Paige ride Paul, manipulating his cock and maximizing the
contact with her g-spot, resulting in a mind-blowing climax for the redheaded
witch. Now Phoebe wanted in on that action. The elder sister loved having her
g-spot stimulated and she had once casually remarked to Paige that probing
her g-spot was a sure way to get her to squirt. The way her younger sibling's
eyes had lit upon hearing that little tidbit made Phoebe believe the redhead
would like to experience this up close. Very close.

Paige would certainly have agreed with Phoebe if she had known the line of
thought her big sister was following, but for the moment she remained unaware
of the dark haired girl's intentions. Paige had reclaimed the camcorder from
its tripod only to find both tape and battery close to running out. Quickly
grabbing the spares from Phoebe's dresser Paige snapped them into place and
resumed recording her playmates. She started taping just as Phoebe was
slapping Paul's hands as he tried to get her to begin to move on his dick.
The youngest Halliwell watched from the foot of the bed as Phoebe squatted
over Paul, using only her legs to move slowly up and down on his member.
Paige was impressed with Phoebe's control and balance. Her position was tough
enough to maintain on a flat, stable surface, but trying to balance on a soft
bed while in constant motion raised the degree of difficulty fivefold in
Paige's opinion. Maybe this was what her older sister was referring to
whenever she gave Paige her best Xena-like look and bragged of her bedroom
talents, "I have many skills."

Wanting a better look Paige climbed up on the bed a little, placing her right
knee near Paul's head and leaning forward with the camera, zooming in on
Phoebe's pussy as it slid up and down his slick cock. She hadn't realized it
as she did this, but she was now straddling Paul's face and with very little
effort he was able to slip his tongue between her folds, causing her to
inhale sharply and lurch forward slightly. This set up a ripple effect that
upset Phoebe's balance and, hands flailing, she fell backwards, catching
herself at last with her hands on the bed behind her, Paul still deeply
seated inside her. With Phoebe now in the cowgirl position Paige was treated
to the most explicit display of the day as she watched Paul's cock once again
begin its journey in and out of her sister's dripping wet snatch.

Phoebe could tell from the look of extreme lust on Paige's beautiful face
that her newest position was a winner, so she continued riding Paul that way
for some time, careful to keep an eye out for signs that her lover was close
to popping. And Paul was close. Just not close enough. His attention was
divided between Phoebe at his crotch and Paige bathing his tongue with her
pussy juices, especially whenever Paige would react as he hit a particularly
sensitive spot and mash her snatch down onto his face effectively cutting off
his oxygen supply. That really got his notice.

Phoebe let Paige, and the camera, get a good long look at her as she rode
Paul at a trot. Knowing that she was displayed so overtly for her sister,
and anyone else lucky enough to see the tape, just added to the already high
level of excitement she was experiencing. In a burst of inspiration Phoebe
raised her hips high enough to let Paul slip momentarily out of her, exposing
her open vagina to the camera lens. Paige groaned audibly and lunged down
quickly sliding her tongue as deeply in her sister's twat as she could reach.
Phoebe let the redhead snack on her box for a minute or so before pushing
Paige off and resettling herself on Paul's dick where she resumed her up and
down motion. Paige backed off only slightly, waiting to see if Phoebe would
repeat the action and give her a chance at another taste test, and Phoebe did
not disappoint. She fucked Paul for a short while then again pushed off with
her legs bringing her wide open pussy up for Paige's scrutiny. Paige
performed an intimate inspection of her sister's cunt using the only means
available to her, quickly gathering up as much of Phoebe's creamy lubrication
with her tongue as she could and swallowing it down. Unfortunately most of
this was missed by the camera as Paige, in her mad dash to become one with
Phoebe's snatch, ended up completely blocking the lens with her head. When
Phoebe pushed her back this time she realized her mistake but, with a shrug
of the shoulders, accepted the loss stoically, reasoning that anyone else in
her place would have shown an equal loss of control.

After performing the graphic display twice Phoebe lowered herself onto Paul's
penis and got down to the serious business of getting herself off. Paige
would have plenty of opportunity in the very near future to quench her carpet
licking desires, but first Phoebe had a few desires of her own that needed
indulging. She settled with her knees flat on the bed this time but resumed
her prior posture leaning back with her hands on the bed behind her. This
gave her less room to move than before but it also gave her more control over
Paul's cock as it slid in and out of her pussy. With very subtle movements of
her hips Phoebe was able to maximize the amount of time the head of his dick
rubbed against her g-spot, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to

Phoebe may have thought Paige should be willing to show some restraint but
the redhead had other thoughts. When Phoebe adopted a more minimalist
approach to riding Paul's cock Paige saw a potential opportunity. She lifted
her right hand up and made a 'come here' gesture with her index and middle
fingers. Phoebe saw the gesticulation and nodded, a huge grin plastered on
her face. Paige waited until Phoebe's eyes closed briefly as the raven haired
girl experienced a moment of intense pleasure then leaned forward and wrapped
her lips around her sister's clit, giving it a healthy suck.

Phoebe's eyes snapped open and she inhaled sharply when she felt Paige suckle
the bundle of nerves. Her thoughts of a slow methodical build towards climax
flew out the window as she shifted into overdrive. Keeping her strokes short
Phoebe doubled her pace on Paul's dick, Paige's lips still firmly attached to
her clit.

Phoebe wasn't the only one getting steady jolts of pleasure from a dexterous
tongue. Paul had been working Paige's cunt since she had sat on his face for
a better camera angle. While Phoebe kept repositioning and posing for the
camera he had kept up a steady beat on Paige's snatch, and the redhead had
rewarded him with a constant flow of pussy cream, the taste and scent of her
arousal almost making him forget about the girl straddling his waist and
playing his organ like a virtuoso. Concentrating intently Paul used his
tongue to separate Paige's inner lips and probe deeply inside her,
encouraging even more of her juices to spill into his open mouth. Paul pulled
and sucked on Paige's lips, releasing them to curl back in to her body only
to capture them between his teeth and repeat the process all over again. He
then spent time simply licking the entire length of Paige's slit, his rough
tongue sending quakes of pleasure through Paige's groin as
it collected any new juices that had formed.

So now it was going to be a race to see who would cum first. Paul had been
denied the longest but Phoebe had already steered most of the action to her
advantage and now had the added benefit of dual stimulation to her pussy.
This made Paige the long shot in this three person competition, seeing how
she had been such a late entry. Not that it really mattered. In this race
crossing the finish line was far more important than what order they came

Phoebe was huffing and puffing full time now. Her strokes had become
increasingly frenzied as her orgasm drew nearer. Paige had stopped trying
to hang on to Phoebe's clitoris, opting instead to keep her tongue extended
and let Phoebe do the work of dragging her pleasure bud up and down the
slick muscle. But Phoebe barely noticed Paige's tongue anymore. It was nice
to have the extra stimulation, but the dark haired girl was focusing tightly
on the head of Paul's cock as she ground her vagina against it, keeping her
g-spot in constant contact with it. Any second now and she would be screaming
in orgasm. Any second.

And then it was happening. Phoebe threw back her head and shrieked in
pleasure as she crested the wave of her latest climax, her body lifting off
Paul's dick and the floodgates opening.


Through a combination of design, great timing and more than a little luck
both Paige and the camera were in perfect position as Phoebe came. Paige had
backed off a couple of inches when Phoebe lifted off Paul's body and with the
camera in her left hand and held off to the side she had somehow kept it
mostly centered on the coupling taking place on the bed. The added distance
made it possible for the camcorder to capture the blast of fluid as it
squirted out of Phoebe's twat and splattered Paige's face, most of it going
into the redheads open mouth while a good amount hit her cheeks and nose then
ran down her chin before dripping onto Paul's torso and continuing down onto
the already soaked bed sheets.

Even Paige was aware of just how lucky she was at that precise moment. A few
seconds later and she might have moved too far away to capture any of the
flying pussy juice, or her eyes might have been closed in pleasure as Paul
gave her clit a little nibble, or she might simply have blinked, causing her
to miss the single most erotic sexual event she had ever experienced. So,
yes, the redhead was fully aware of her good fortune as she opened her mouth
widely to swallow down every drop of Phoebe's liquefied orgasm that she could
reach, wisely keeping her mouth open as her sister's quivering body delivered
a second, weaker, shot onto her extended tongue.

No sooner had Paige swallowed the very tangible results of Phoebe's orgasm
than she began producing some of her own. Paul's diligent work with his lips
and tongue, along with the immense excitement generated by seeing one of her
biggest fantasies play out before her very eyes, had brought Paige to the
brink and one final swipe of his tongue followed by a gentle nibble and suck
of her clit served to push her over the edge. Paige fell headlong into her
climax, her body trembling as pleasure washed over her and she collapsed on
top of Paul.

For more than forty-five minutes, since Phoebe had entreated him to fuck her,
and fuck her hard, Paul had kept up his end of the bargain and then some. He
had brought Phoebe to a shuddering climax not once but twice, and had tossed
one off for Paige as well. And throughout it all he had not complained once.
Not once. All he required for his efforts was to get off himself. Not much
considering how much pleasure he had doled out to the swooning females
sharing the bed with him. Sure he had come close several times, quite close
in fact, but each time, just as he was beginning to feel this was the time,
something interrupted him. If it wasn't Phoebe wanting to change position,
it was Paige smothering his face with her pussy, or Phoebe hopping off his
cock only to hop back on again moments later, or, in the latest development,
hopping off to paint Paige's face with her cum and then collapsing back onto
the bed between his legs leaving him dangling in more ways than one.

Just as Paul was about to take matters into his own hands, so to speak,
Phoebe struggled up from her prone position. After the intensity of her last
orgasm climbing back on top of Paul was the last thing Phoebe wanted to do,
sleep being number one on her list for the moment, but she knew that she had
left him hanging and that wasn't her style. No one had ever accused Phoebe
Halliwell of satisfying her own needs without seeing to her partner's and
they weren't going to start today.

With an air of martyrdom surrounding her Phoebe once again straddled Paul's
waist and took his shaft in her hands. She briefly considered finishing him
off with a hand-job but the thought of letting such a perfect erection go to
waste bothered her. It may not have been what Grams had in mind when she used
to trot out the old chestnut "Waste not, want not" but that didn't make the
saying any less appropriate to the situation. Giggling a little at the
thought Phoebe popped Paul's dick back into her beaver and, for the umpteenth
time that day, started to move up and down on it. This time was different
however. This time Phoebe was concentrating on Paul's pleasure, hoping to
give him as powerful an orgasm as he had given her.

Paige felt Phoebe move back into place over Paul and lifted her head from
where it lay on his abdomen to watch as his cock disappeared into her snatch.
She rolled off Paul and lay on her right side next to the copulating pair,
camcorder still in her left hand, almost as if it was a permanent part of her
appendage. Paige's abandonment of her comfortable spot draped over Paul's
body meant Phoebe could lean forward and prop herself up with her hands on
his chest, which gave her more room to move. She increased the speed of her
strokes, the heat rapidly building in her pussy with each pump of her hips.
She took Paul's hands and pressed them to her tits, but he had another target
in mind and moved them down to her waist.

Paul didn't want to ignore Phoebe's tits - not that anyone could really
ignore Phoebe's tits, they were kind of hard to miss - but he was going to
make sure that this time she finished the job she had started even if he had
to lift her up bodily and slam her up and down on his prick. Placing his
hands on Phoebe's waist to prevent her from abandoning her post Paul went
from being a passive participant to an active one. He began to move in
opposition to Phoebe, raising his hips from the bed as she came down and
lowering them as she lifted off, meeting her in the middle with enough force
to shake the entire bed.

Phoebe was an experienced lover so Paul's sudden involvement came as no
surprise to her, in fact she had anticipated it and was ready to shorten
her strokes when it came, preventing him from slipping out of her on her
upstroke, but also increasing the speed yet again. Things were moving so
fast now that it would be impossible for either participant to keep the
pace up for long, but that wasn't going to be a problem for Paul. He
finally felt the first signs of an impending orgasm as the muscles in his
lower back began to clench. A couple more pumps and it was all over as his
balls tightened and his climax arrived at long last, the first rope of cum
shooting out of his dick to coat Phoebe's inner walls.

Phoebe was prepared for Paul's orgasm, the signs apparent on his face in
the moments before it arrived. What she was not prepared for was the arrival
of another orgasm for herself, the coming of which was forecast by similar
signs on her face and a surprised exclamation.

"Oh My Fucking GOD!"

Unquestionably smaller than any of her previous climaxes that afternoon,
but nonetheless pleasant for its size. Phoebe's pussy muscles clamped onto
Paul's manhood just as he started to shoot his load inside her and they
completed their energetic screwing with a few more synchronized pumps before
coming to a complete stop.

Paul went limp underneath her and Phoebe started laughing uncontrollably,
falling forward onto his chest and turning to look at Paige, who was staring
back in amazement.

"Did you..." Phoebe nodded twice, still laughing wildly, "...did he?",
another nod.

Paige harrumphed and rolled onto her back and waited for Phoebe's laughter
to die down. She didn't really begrudge her sister an ounce of her pleasure,
the day's events had after all been a gift from Paige to Phoebe, she just
felt a little shortchanged in the climax department. Oh well, it's not like
she couldn't do something to change that, she just needed to wait for
Phoebe's cackling to stop. Which it did in short order and now all members
of the threesome were laying quietly, recovering some of their strength.

Unlike her last climax this one left Phoebe strangely energized. Her laughing
fit over, she sat up and glanced at the clock and saw that they still had
some time left before other commitments called them away. Now the problem was
to decide what to do next. Turning away from the clock Phoebe took a quick
peek at Paige and saw the redhead regarding her. The sister witches locked
eyes and mirroring smiles emerged on their faces as they shared a look of
love and total devotion. Then the moment was over and a look far more typical
for the Halliwell's appeared. A look of lust. Paige watched Phoebe's face
transform, reflecting her own desires, and suddenly she knew of a perfect way
to add another tick next to her name on the climax scoreboard.

Keeping her eyes locked with her older sister's Paige commanded "Sit on my
face and tell me that you love me.", just barely able to repress singing
along with the Monty Python tune playing in her head.

Phoebe's smoldering look intensified and in a flash she was astride Paige
and facing the head of the bed, her sopping wet pussy pressed against Paige's
mouth, crying out for all to hear "I love you I love you I love you..."

At first Phoebe responded in the same voice she usually reserved for speaking
to baby Wyatt, but Paige's oral manipulation had an almost instantaneous
effect on her and soon she was speaking in a husky voice, going from Looney
Tunes to Kathleen Turner with one pass of the redhead's tongue. Not that
Paige noticed. Hell she wouldn't have noticed if Phoebe had started
channeling Bea Arthur, so intent was she on vacuuming every speck of Paul's
cum out of her sister's beaver.

Paul watched silently from his prone position, seemingly content for the
moment. He could have remained that way indefinitely, until he realized that
the video camera had at last slipped from Paige's grip and lay unattended on
the bed beside her, getting a good long look at the rumpled bed sheets in
front of it. This would never do. The bawdy display taking place had to be
captured on tape. He swiftly got up and moved to recover the camera. Picking
his spot he began recording just as the first glob of his cum started to leak
from Phoebe's cunt only to be gathered up by Paige.

Paige swallowed her prize and returned for more, her tongue now making steady
swipes the entire length of Phoebe's gash. Paul zoomed in until only Phoebe's
glistening slit could be seen in the camera viewer, Paige's tongue making
regular appearances only to be obscured as it slipped between Phoebe's folds
in its quest for buried treasure. This continued until any trace of his load
had been removed from Phoebe's pussy and Paige began to take more time as she
caressed Phoebe's nether lips. The red haired girl seemed to be in no mood to
stop what she was doing. She was luxuriating in Phoebe's flavor and the feel
of the older girl's flesh on her tongue as it slid repeatedly through her
sister's labia. And it looked fucking amazing on camera.

Phoebe's arousal continued to peak as Paige licked and sucked Paul's load
from her, but after three orgasms in such a short period a fourth remained
out of reach for the time being. She didn't let that stop her from enjoying
every instant of Paige's loving attention to her pussy. Phoebe looked down
her body to the woman intimately located between her legs, but Paige had her
eyes closed as she savored every lick.

Now it was the ladies turn to be satisfied with the current state of affairs
and both would have been perfectly happy to leave things as they were, but
time was not with them in this. Phoebe still had one last fantasy to play out
and limited time in which to do it. The same night that Phoebe had declared
a certain fondness for g-spot induced orgasms Paige had confessed to being
able to climax from anal sex. Repeatedly. Phoebe was no stranger to backdoor
sex but viewed it as more of a pleasant diversion intended to add some
variety to her sex life. Or to get some annoyingly persistent clod to shut
up about it. She'd had some good experiences that way and some bad ones, but
she'd never reached an orgasm taking someone in her ass, and ever since
Paige's disclosure Phoebe had wanted to see the redhead demonstrate this
unusual skill first hand. On top of which Phoebe found the thought of
watching her sister get butt-fucked particularly nasty and very, very,

Contemplating all this was getting Phoebe even more excited and her
cunt became slicker as still more lubrication was produced for Paige's
consumption. Before she could get lost in the pleasure she was still
receiving at the end of her sister's tongue Phoebe lifted herself off
Paige's face causing an immediate protest at the interruption.

"Heyyy!! I wasn't finished!"

Phoebe looked down on Paige's face, glistening from her own pussy cream,
and responded "I know sweetie. And you'll get your chance, I promise! But
we're running short on time and there's one last thing I want to do."

"Grumble, grumble. Okay. But you owe me!"

Phoebe bent over and gave her grumpy sister a deep kiss, tasting herself on
Paige's lips in the process. Pulling back she gave her sister a wicked grin
and said "And I know just how to repay you!..." Paige lifted a single eyebrow
and gave Phoebe a skeptical look "...How would you like to get dicked in the

Paige went from cynical to delighted in less than a heartbeat, "Hell yeah!
Now we're getting somewhere!"

Paul was listening to the discussion and his face gained a similarly elated
look when Phoebe suggested it was time for some anal sex. He had teased
Phoebe earlier about sticking his meat in her ass but he wasn't going to
gripe if it ended up being Paige's backdoor he slid into instead. And not
just because Paige might hurt him if he did complain.

Phoebe got on her back on the bed with her head pointing toward the foot and
started directing traffic, "Okay, Paige, honey you get on top of me in a
sixty-nine. Paul you wait until I tell you to and then get behind Paige... Oh
yeah and give me the camera when you do. I'll try to get it all from here."

Resisting the urge to clap his hands and yell 'Break' Paul settled for
nodding at the self-appointed activities director. He kept the camcorder
rolling as Paige got into place on top of Phoebe and immediately went back
to munching her sister's carpet. With Paige's head blocking the view of
anything interesting Paul concentrated on Phoebe. Paige had taken up position
with her knees alongside Phoebe's head and above her shoulders, giving her
older sister complete access to the redhead's lower body. Phoebe coaxed
Paige's knees wider apart effectively lowering the younger witch's snatch
making it more accessible to the girl beneath her.

Pausing briefly when she felt Paige's tongue brush her clitoris, Phoebe
reached up with both hands and, using her index fingers, pulled her sister's
labia apart, exposing the pink, wet, flesh to her scrutiny. Momentarily
distracted by the erotic display Phoebe remained motionless long enough for
Paige to stop what she was doing and protest.

"Lose something back there? I'm not a stop on some damn tour ya know! Quit
yer gaping and get with the program!"

If Phoebe heard Paige she did not immediately react, but Paul definitely
heard the comments and quipped "Looks like Pheeb's isn't the only one

The look Paige shot him was severe enough to convince him to take a step back
and to withhold any additional observations he may have had and focus on his
camerawork. He started zooming in as Paige returned to her muff diving, not
without casting another glare in his general direction, the implied threat to
his manhood evident in the fierce look.

Where Paige's exhortations had failed to get a response from Phoebe, the
feeling of a tongue circling her clitoris seemed to do the trick. Moaning
softly as Paige once again began sucking on her clit Phoebe extended her
tongue and flicked her sister's bud softly, causing a slight shudder in the
larger body above her. Both sisters now settled in for some serious carpet
licking. Phoebe's goal was to stoke Paige's desire, getting the pale skinned
beauty more and more aroused, until she deemed the timing right for Paul to
enter the action.

Any minute now. Yep, any minute. Paul kept on repeating the thought as he
moved around the bed, recording the action. The room was quiet, except for
the sounds of slurping and lips smacking as the paramours feasted on each
others flesh. Both sisters were also moaning almost constantly into each
other's pussy, pausing only to swallow any fresh cream recently deposited
on their tongues. Paige had barely moved her head since lowering it back
to Phoebe's juicy box, so Paul was forced to spend most of his time filming
Phoebe as she tongued her sister's cunt.

Any observer not already familiar with Phoebe's oral style would have noticed
a pattern in the young girl's technique - She favored long, slow, lavish
swipes of her sister's vagina, fitting as much of her tongue as possible
inside, literally bathing it in the physical evidence of Paige's sexual
excitement. Most importantly, Phoebe kept her tongue relaxed. Phoebe had been
with many men who thought that oral sex meant tensing their tongues up and
flicking it furiously against her clit, sort of like a human vibrator, but
that had never worked on her. Sure, it could be an effective way to startle
someone if they were too relaxed, sort of bring them back into the game,
but it was rarely the best way to get someone off. At least in Phoebe's
experience, whether it be giving or receiving. So she kept the pink muscle
flexible and licked as much of Paige's vagina as she could reach, inside and

On the other hand Paige, well Paige did the exact same thing. Unless she was
really excited, in which case she would just latch on to her sister's clit
and virtually suck the orgasm out of her. This was one of the times when
Paige was indulging in a nice, soft session, the passing of her tongue
through Phoebe's folds mirroring as nearly as possible the events occurring
in her own twat. Or not, as the mood struck her. Paige was possibly even
more experienced than Phoebe in the Sapphic arts, and was well schooled when
it came to reading the signals of her lover's arousal. So sometimes she
mimicked Phoebe's actions and sometimes she improvised, lingering a second
longer here when she heard an especially pleased moan from her sister, or
using a tad more pressure there if she got a gasp. After all, part of the
fun of doing a sixty-nine was in distracting your partner and making them
cum first. Kind of like winning the race by coming in last. Just as long as
you didn't distract them so much that they couldn't see you to the finish.
That was not fun.

Any minute now. Of course Paul had been thinking that for close to fifteen
minutes, but he remained optimistic. Besides, Phoebe's tongue working over
Paige's pussy looked amazing on camera, a fact he could attest too by the
eight inches of rebar he was currently sporting. The erotic display he was
witnessing plus the promise of anal sex had Paul as hard as he had been all
day. Not even during the cosmic blowjob from Phoebe that had begun the party
had he been harder. Paul only hoped that it would not go to waste, so lost
in each other were the two women.

Fortunately, Phoebe was well aware that time was passing and that Paul was
waiting. Paige may have been oblivious, but Phoebe was not. She didn't stop
what she was doing, it wasn't the right time to stop, but she did take things
up a notch.

Shifting her focus from collecting Paige's juices with her tongue, while
conveniently causing the production of even more, Phoebe began to concentrate
on her sister's clit. With Paige's opening now unblocked Phoebe brought her
right hand down from where it rested on the redhead's pale ass and began
working her index and middle fingers into the dripping wet cunt above her.
Paige let out a long groan as Phoebe's fingers entered her and started to
saw in and out.

This did not continue anywhere near as long as Paige would have liked, and
after only 3 or 4 repetitions Phoebe removed her fingers from her sister's
box. Not giving the younger girl time to complain, not that she was going to
as that would have meant removing her tongue from Phoebe's snatch, the middle
Halliwell moved her hand up the short distance to Paige's anus and set in
motion her final plan. Circling Paige's rosebud with first her index then her
middle fingers Phoebe used her half-sister's own cream to lubricate the
sphincter. When she had transferred as much of the juices coating her fingers
as she could Phoebe returned to Paige's beaver and slid her fingers back into
the overheated tunnel.

At about the same time Paige succeeded in distracting Phoebe with an
effective combination of lips and tongue, sucking the dark haired girl's
labia into her mouth and running her tongue between them repeatedly. Phoebe
closed her eyes as she inhaled sharply, her fingers forgotten for the moment
in Paige's pussy. This suited Paige just fine as she used the muscles in her
vagina to clamp down on Phoebe's digits, trying to coax them in deeper.

Phoebe didn't remain sidetracked for long though. Paige eventually moved on
to another part of Phoebe's flesh, freeing the older girl to resume lubing
her asshole. As with the first iteration Phoebe covered her fingers with
Paige's cream and then proceeded to wipe them off on her sister's butt.
After doing this several times Phoebe judged Paige ready for the next step.

But first, it was finally time to get Paul re-involved in the proceedings.
Removing her tongue from Paige's twat for the first time in over twenty
minutes Phoebe looked over to Paul and said, "Okay, you need to get that
thing wet. C'mere and fuck her."

Not needing to be told twice Paul moved into position behind Paige. He
dutifully handed the camcorder down to Phoebe as per her earlier instructions
then, not included in any instructions, he bent over and stuck his tongue in
Paige's muff, licking her vulva and working his tongue between her lips,
getting himself a good long taste. Paige let out another lengthy groan of
pleasure as she felt Paul's rougher style work her over.

Rather than being annoyed at Paul's re-scripting Phoebe demonstrated that
she could be a good director and went with the flow, "Good! Now lick her
asshole. Get her good and wet."

Paul heard but did not bother acknowledging the directive, instead moving
his tongue immediately up to Paige's backdoor and covering it with his
saliva. Now Paige was really moaning.

Paul kept up the salad tossing for a couple of minutes, using his tongue to
probe Paige's sphincter, prepping it for the much larger organ that was soon
to follow. He went back to the redhead's pussy once or twice more, Paige's
asshole did not turn him off, but her cunt tasted immeasurably better. Phoebe
let this continue until she was sure Paige was wet enough to accommodate
something a bit larger with little discomfort.

Once again she gave Paul his marching orders, "Alright, fuck her now."

This time Paul did exactly as he was told and he sank his cock into Paige's
steaming box. Paige hadn't stopped moaning and groaning for a while now and
she only got louder as Paul began to fuck her. She quickly upped the volume
again when she felt Phoebe start to slide an index finger into her ass,
spreading the ringed muscle so it could adjust to the intrusion. Phoebe
moved her finger in concert with Paul's cock as it slid in and out of Paige's
twat, feeling the younger girl's butthole relax ever so slightly as it grew
used to its new dimensions. When Phoebe felt that her digit was no longer
being squeezed tight enough to break a blood vessel she added the middle

Paige was ecstatic. This day was quickly becoming one of her best sexual
experiences ever. She had spent a considerable portion of the day with her
tongue deeply embedded in Phoebe's beaver, and an equal amount of time the
other way around, she had been the happy recipient of a gushing load of her
sister's cum, she had enjoyed a couple of good ruttings at the end of a
long, thick, cock, and now she had a pair of fingers probing her ass. Even
Paige would be hard pressed to come up with something to top this, and it
was only going to get better.

With Phoebe's tongue in her pussy, and her tongue in Phoebe's while
simultaneously being fucked by Paul and having two fingers shoved up her ass,
Paige was currently enjoying a bit of everything that had made the day the
huge success it was. The quadruple stimulation only seemed to reinforce the
sensations she was feeling instead of dividing her focus to the point of
distraction. Phoebe's twat tasted sweeter, her tongue felt softer and Paul's
dick and the fingers in her ass felt bigger than normal. That might have had
something to do with the fact that Phoebe had managed to fit a third finger
in Paige's asshole.

Even with the dueling tongues going on between Phoebe and her sister, and
the added distraction of Paul's nutsack periodically slapping into her nose,
the raven haired girl kept her eye on the prize, figuratively speaking. She
kept working her fingers in and out of Paige's ass, stretching the sphincter,
getting it loose enough to accept Paul's manhood with minimal discomfort.
When Phoebe added a third finger and Paige didn't even react the middle witch
knew it was just about time. Of course Paige had been moaning loudly nonstop
for over five minutes now, so Phoebe was unsure of what additional reaction
she could have gotten from the redhead. No matter. Paige had not reacted in
any obvious way, and, to her everlasting credit, she hadn't so much as missed
a stroke of her tongue in Phoebe's snatch all the while she was being triple
teamed at her posterior. Phoebe accepted this as a positive signal that her
younger sister was as prepared as she was going to be for Paul's prick.

Removing her fingers from Paige's butt, Phoebe paused in her carpet licking
long enough to move Paul on to the main event, "You ready there, stud? Cause
Paige is good to go."

Paul glanced at Paige's butt. A grin settled on his face as he saw that Paige
was indeed ready for him and he slipped his rod out of the redhead's tight
pussy. Before sticking his meat in Paige's ass he pushed down on his shaft,
angling the head so it pointed at Phoebe's lips. He could just make out
Phoebe's eyes, peeking out from under his balls, and she gave him a wink
before planting a kiss on the head of his penis.

From Phoebe's lips to Paige's rear, Paul moved his cock into position at the
youngest Halliwell's rosebud and gently began to put pressure on it, causing
the muscle to yield fractionally and grant him some access. For the first
time in minutes Paige stopped everything. Her tongue ceased exploring
Phoebe's folds and she temporarily discontinued moaning her pleasure as she
focused on the sensation of a dick entering her asshole. Paul continued to
push his pole into Paige, the constant force gaining him ground, albeit
slowly. Paige, being something of a pro at anal sex, and considering that
she lived in San Francisco that was saying something, knew not to tense up
as she was being entered. She stayed as relaxed as she could under the
circumstances, but even with her experience, taking a shaft as thick as
Paul's was not easy and she was feeling the burn as he slid into her.

Slow and steady wins the race, and for Paul it also meant success as his
glans slipped passed Paige's sphincter followed quickly by another two inches
of his shaft. Not being a complete newbie to anal sex himself, Paul paused
and allowed Paige to adjust to the presence of his manhood inside her. Paige
had clenched her fists as the widest part of his cock pushed through her
asshole and Paul waited for her to relax before he pressed on. When he saw
her loosen up Paul continued gently pushing his meat inside her until,
finally, he bottomed out. Again Paul paused to let Paige get used to his
eight inches being up her ass. When she returned her tongue to Phoebe's
snatch he figured that she was pretty much adjusted.

Paige wasn't the only one who needed some time to get used to the situation
in her ass, Paul required a few moments also. Paige's alimentary canal was
every bit as hot as her pussy and at least twice as tight, and Paige had a
very, very tight pussy. It was so tight that Paul was almost afraid to move
inside her for fear of hurting her. The lubrication he and Phoebe had
provided at the beginning had been some help, but being mostly saliva and
pussy juice it dried rather quickly. He was either going to need something
industrial strength, or he was going to have to keep reapplying a steady
stream of spit. Pulling out every stroke or two to lick around Paige's anus,
while it sounded like fun, was sure to be a mood buster. Then Paul had an
inspiration. There was another way.

The rather lengthy pause as Paul considered his next move had actually worked
to both individuals benefit. Paul had figured out how to ease his passage in
Paige's rear end while Paige had been afforded more time to adjust to the
existence of his dick in her ass. When Paul began to withdraw his penis Paige
tensed briefly then forced herself to relax. The friction as he removed his
shaft burned, but it was not unbearable to her. Paige just hoped she loosened
up quickly or the pain might outweigh the pleasure she always got when being

Paul pulled all the way out to both Paige and Phoebe's surprise. Phoebe got
another shock when Paul once again angled his cock and pressed the head
against her lips.


This time Phoebe was on the receiving end of a directive. She opened her
mouth and Paul slid his dick in as far as he could, which wasn't nearly far
enough due to their respective positions.

"Get it good and wet." Another instruction.

Phoebe understood immediately what he wanted and she tilted her head back so
Paul could work more of his meat into her mouth where she slathered as much
of it as she could with her tongue. It felt odd to her at first, because her
head was upside down in relation to Paul's shaft and her tongue was rubbing
against the top of it instead of the bottom as it usually would, but she
ignored the feeling and soon wasn't even aware of the difference.

When Phoebe released his penis Paul positioned it back at Paige's butt and
once again worked the glans inside her. It was marginally easier this time,
whether do to the increased lubrication or Paige's body adjusting to his
intrusions he did not know. Probably a combination of both. Paige still
felt a slight burn as Paul entered her, but it was no worse than before,
and she could feel herself relaxing as he sank into her, so she wasn't
overly concerned. Like the first time Paul paused when he bottomed out,
but this time it was only for a second before he began his departure. Also
like the first time Paul pulled completely out and pushed his prick towards
Phoebe's waiting mouth. Using her tongue she oiled up his cock with her
saliva and set him loose when she had covered every available inch. For a
third time Paul pushed into Paige's asshole and for a third time he sank
his shaft until his pelvis was pressed against her butt cheeks, then he
reversed his stroke and pulled out bringing his manhood to Phoebe's mouth.
This time instead of staying motionless while Phoebe did all the work Paul
pumped his cock gently in her mouth, feeling her tongue molding itself to
the top of his shaft as she began to suck him while he fucked her face.

Not wanting to get lost in a blowjob Paul moved back to Paige and started to
enter her for the fourth time. This time he found it much easier than any
previous attempt and he was able to complete a full stroke without any signs
of displeasure from Paige. He pulled out at the top of the stroke but did not
move down to Phoebe as he had each time before. Instead he waited a second
and immediately reentered Paige's asshole. When he bottomed out he got a
reaction from Paige, but not the one he had half expected.

"Enough fucking around already! Now fuck ME!"

So he did.

Paul began a steady motion in and out of Paige's ass. He could still feel
her clamping down on his shaft as he pushed in and closing up behind him as
he pulled out, but with each successive stroke Paige loosened up a bit more
and his passage became easier.

Paige was also getting into it more with each stroke. She had reattached
her tongue to Phoebe's pussy some time back, stopping for only a moment to
encourage Paul to be less tentative, and now she was starting to moan again
as he plowed into her. Only this time it wasn't a constant wail as it had
been, it was more of cry of pleasure every time she exhaled, which just
happened to be in time with Paul's downward plunging.

"Unnnhhh. Unnnhhh. Unnnhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! YAAAAHHHH!"

Phoebe noticed the rhythm of Paige's cries and she giggled lightly. She also
noticed that in spite of her cries of pleasure Paige never stopped swirling
her tongue around in Phoebe's twat collecting every last trace of juice she
could find. How did she do that? Phoebe didn't know the answer but she was
impressed with her baby sister nonetheless. And if baby sis could do it so
could Phoebe. With that thought in mind Phoebe reapplied her own tongue to
Paige's snatch, gathering the fluids that had amassed while she had helped
prep Paul.

If Paul had noticed Paige's rhythm he did not let on. What he did notice was
the change in nature and volume of the moans, from small grunts of pleasure
to louder yowls. Paige really liked being fucked in the ass, and she wasn't
afraid to show it. However, Paul didn't think that his current position was
going to be satisfactory in the long run. Paige was enjoying it no doubt, but
Paul thought that it was probably too tame for the fiery redhead. He was
confident that Paige would want to be really pounded once the preliminaries
were over.

So Paul made what would be his final position change for the afternoon's, and
now well into the evening, extravaganza. He got off his knees and onto his
feet on the bed, crouching over Paige and grabbing hold of her hips, thereby
increasing his leverage dramatically. Now he could pound. And pound. And

Phoebe watched as Paul readjusted himself one last time. Since he had handed
the camera off to her she had held it out to her left side with the lens
pointed back along her outstretched arm and angled slightly upward. She did
not know if she was capturing everything this way, or if it would be properly
framed, but she wasn't overly concerned. She knew they had taped more than
enough activity that afternoon, and it wasn't like they were going to be
showing the tape to friends and neighbors for a friendly critique. She
checked the viewer quickly when Paul assumed his crouch above Paige and was
satisfied that it was recording the latest events properly. Lucky she did
because things were about to move into overdrive.

Relying on his arms to support his weight on Paige's body Paul was free to
slam his dick into her asshole as hard as he wanted. More importantly he was
free to do it as hard as Paige wanted. Trusting that she would let him know
if he was drilling her too hard Paul went to town, banging his pelvis into
her butt cheeks over and over and over again, the whole bed beginning to
creak and the headboard knocking into the wall as a result. Where many girls
would start to creep forward in an unconscious effort to get away, if only a
little, Paige went the exact opposite, rocking back as Paul plunged downward,
increasing the intensity of each smack of their bodies and, for her, the
pleasure. Plus, creeping away had the negative side effect of removing
Paige's tongue from Phoebe's box and the youngest witch could never condone

The increase in Paul's speed was matched with an increase in the production
of Paige's pussy juices as the redhead's arousal went through the roof.
Phoebe would never again doubt Paige's assertions about how much she loved
being ass-fucked. She was witnessing, and tasting, the evidence herself.
Fortunately for the dark haired girl Paige did not create more fluids than
Phoebe could handle, although it was touch and go for a short while. Phoebe
had to work on the runoff flowing down both Paige's thighs before she
finally caught up and could focus her attentions on her sister's muff once

Paul was having his own trouble keeping up the pace he had set. He was
literally going as fast as he could and he was a little worried about what
would happen if he made a mistake and came down at the wrong angle. Best
case scenario he pulled out too far and on the down stroke he slid along
Paige's back or down her thigh. No problem there. The rhythm would be
broken but that could always be recaptured. Worst case scenario he and
Paige weren't lined up properly as he thrust downward and he ended up
bending his dick in a place where it simply wasn't meant to bend. Ouch!
And he had seen it happen too. Not pretty. Or, real worst case scenario,
he bent it so badly the thing actually broke. Could that happen? Paul
didn't want to find out, and as luck would have it he didn't have to worry
about it much longer.

Paul had been right when he reasoned that Paige would prefer her ass-fucking
long and very hard. He was also right when he assumed she would let him know
if it got to be too much for her. And in the many years Paige had been active
anally she had never found a time when it got to be too much for her. This
time would prove to be no exception.

The increase to full throttle meant that it was getting tougher for Paige
to time her cries to coincide with her breathing, her breaths were coming
faster and shallower as she struggled to take in enough oxygen to feed the
demanding cells of her body. She did keep her cries in sync with Paul's
strokes, and as he topped out, so did Paige, and she just naturally fell
into the rhythm of breathing out as she moaned in pleasure.


One of the reasons Paige had never found anyone who could pound her ass
harder than she could withstand might be because it never lasted very long.
Paige loved anal sex. Not just loved it, she LOVED it. But she didn't indulge
in it very often, especially since becoming a witch. She had to be in the
right mood, and the right place, and she needed plenty of time to warm up for
it. Anal sex was always for Paige's pleasure, never her partner's. Until
today, anyway. Today it was for all three participants, but Paige had still
needed the time to prepare.

Because Paige loved anal sex so much, and because she saved it for just the
right occasions, the fixated redhead found it very easy to achieve orgasm
while doing it. This was usually the point at which Paige stopped trying to
explain her obsession with anal sex, when it threatened to turn into a whole
chicken/egg deal. Did Paige orgasm easily because she loved anal sex so much,
or did she love anal sex so much because she reached orgasm so easily from
it? The fact was, it didn't matter which was true. Paige loved being
butt-fucked and it made her cum. Nothing else counted. And Paige was getting
close to demonstrating that very fact.

Paul had been pounding his heart out for five or six minutes now and was
just beginning to worry about whether he could maintain his pace when he
felt, and heard, Paige's climax begin.


He slowed up instantly and pulled his cock out of Paige's ass, catching his
breath and wiping off some of the sweat that was pouring off his body. Phoebe
caught his dick in her mouth and started to clean him with her tongue while
he put one knee down on the bed so he could rest for a few seconds.

A few seconds was all he got as Paige came down quickly from her orgasmic
delight, "Don't stop now! C'mon! I wanna be fucked!!"

Well, she had said she could cum repeatedly. Paul resumed his position and
slipped right in to Paige's gaping asshole. She was still a snug fit, but
nowhere near the vice-like grip she had been earlier. In spite of the
relative looseness, Paul held no doubts that Paige's ass was tight enough
for him to reach a climax of his own. So he set out to prove it.

Paul didn't try to reach the same velocity in his strokes as he had earlier,
but he did set a demanding pace. Paige didn't seem to mind the slower speed,
indicating her approval with short grunts and a few "good" 's or "like
that"'s thrown in. For the first couple of minutes she didn't even moan and
she hadn't returned her tongue to Phoebe's cunt since her orgasm began, but
this didn't mean she was taking pleasure in the sex any less than before, it
just meant she was concentrating harder on what was going on at her backdoor.

Phoebe had returned her tongue to its duties in Paige's muff after her brief
detour to swallow Paul's cock. The flow of juices had subsided after Paige
had her orgasm, but there was still more than enough left over for Phoebe to
soak her taste buds in and the stream was beginning to pick up.

Paul's steady rhythm and Phoebe's magical tongue were beginning to have
the desired effect on Paige as she built toward her second anally induced
climax. Phoebe had already noticed the increased lubrication dripping from
her sister's pussy and Paige had picked up her moaning where she left off
previously, again timing her cries to coincide with Paul's downward thrusts.
The only difference was that this time she had turned to look back over her
left shoulder at Paul as he pumped away. With sweat coating her body in a
light sheen and her hair plastered to her forehead Paige locked eyes with
Paul and rocked back harder than ever as he slammed his cock home, the
resultant slaps of flesh threatening to drown out her cries of passion.

Paul noticed the sweat covering Paige's body and causing her hair to stick
to her head and he observed how loudly she was crying out as she thrust her
hips back to meet his, but what he noted most of all was the look of total
lust in her eyes as she looked back at him. He could see her desire for
more, an almost tangible craving for him to fuck her ass harder, and he was
beginning to feel the same way. Reaching deep inside he called on the last
reserves of his strength, finding the energy somehow to increase his rate
and carry Paige into the throes of another orgasm.


This time Paul powered straight through Paige's climax without stopping or
even pausing for a break. He did have to slow down some as Paige's muscles
clenched around his shaft, but that only lasted for a short time and then
he was freed to continue plowing away. In virtually no time at all he was
back up to full speed, his hips crashing into Paige and his balls smacking
into her twat. Unless Phoebe had her tongue back in Paige's vagina, in
which case he was hitting her nose as often as not.

As Paul returned to full speed so did Paige. She was in the zone and
orgasms could come to her practically nonstop. It was all up to Paul now,
all dependent on his stamina. Stamina that was waning, and waning fast.
Paige's third orgasm struck with very little advance warning, the only way
Paul even realized it was happening was from a brief tightening of Paige's
muscles around his shaft and the silly smile that settled on her face. At
first he thought Paige was doing it deliberately in an attempt to help him
to his own climax, but when it happened again and he saw the grin widen as
Paige's eyes closed he knew it for what it was.

Intentionally or not, the increase in friction provided by the constriction
of Paige's asshole around his cock pushed him over the edge into an orgasm
at long last. Without any thought he pulled out of Paige and announced his


Paige whipped around and lay flat on the bed with her head alongside
Phoebe's, their feet pointed in opposite directions and her mouth open and
her tongue waving like a bird's. Phoebe saw what her sister had in mind and
opened hers as well, the two of them resembling a pair of nestlings waiting
to be fed by their mother. Paul aimed his cock at the open mouths beneath
him just as his orgasm struck and the first rope of cum shot out of him,
striking Paige on the bridge of the nose and continuing on to finish on
Phoebe's outstretched tongue. The second shot caught Paige's tongue and
left cheek and he moved closer to the girls so he could direct his third
shot straight into Phoebe's mouth and the fourth into Paige's. A final,
weaker shot ended up on Phoebe's chin and she used her finger to gather it
up and feed it to Paige. Paige repaid Phoebe by collecting the spunk on
her nose and splitting it with her sister.

Pushing his way in between the two women Paul collapsed onto the bed and
rolled over on his back. He watched as the sisters kissed each other gently,
swapping a little bit of his cum back and forth until one or the other
swallowed it down. When their supply was depleted they searched for more,
their eyes falling on his well-used penis, followed quickly by their eager
little mouths.

Neither Phoebe nor Paige were seriously trying to revive Paul for more
cavorting, they were rewarding him for a job well done more than anything.
And with not one but two talented tongues washing his shaft and balls Paul
felt quite rewarded.

Paige and Phoebe continued sucking and licking Paul until both felt confident
that they had covered every square centimeter of his penis many times over.
At last they too fell back on the bed, exhaustion finally catching up to
them. They lay like that for an indeterminate period of time before Phoebe
lifted her head and glanced at the clock on her nightstand.


Paige lifted her head at Phoebe's sound of displeasure, "What? What is it?"

Phoebe jerked her head at the clock in answer before picking up the camcorder
and turning it off. A sly grin appeared on her face as she thought about the
contents of the tape in the device. Shaking her head she put those thoughts
to the side, there would be plenty of time for that later.

For some reason it was only when Paige saw the time that she stopped to think
of all the other demands her body required of her and this reminded her of
several things she had not attended to in quite a few hours.

"I gotta pee."

Phoebe's thoughts were running along similar lines, "I'm hungry. Anybody
else hungry?"

Paige got sidetracked, "Ooh, yeah. Me too! You got anything to eat up here

Phoebe shook her head no. Undeterred Paige got off the bed and started to
pad over to the bedroom door, muttering softly "I bet we have some leftover
Pizza in the fridge. Maybe some Chinese. Ooh and ice cream. And a shower.
Definitely need a shower."

Phoebe joined her sister as the redhead reached the door and began to open

"Hold it."

The door came to a sudden stop and Paige stumbled back as her hand slipped
off the doorknob. Phoebe turned to look back at Paul who was now standing
at the end of the bed still fully nude, and still at nearly full staff,
even after almost five hours of constant fucking.

Paige didn't catch on at first to what had happened and spent a few seconds
trying to force the door to open further allowing them to exit the room,
"Damn things stuck".

When Phoebe grabbed her arm Paige finally turned to look at her older sister,
the pitch haired girl gesturing with her head to the figure in the middle of
the room. Now Paige looked over to Paul, his hands moving from their splayed
position in front of his body to come to a rest on his hips and his foot
beginning to tap impatiently on the area rug by Phoebe's bed.

Paige grinned widely at the sight and asked "Yesssss?", drawing the word
out as she placed her own hands on her hips, mirroring Paul's posture.

Paul responded with a raised eyebrow then asked "Haven't you forgotten

Paige paused as if considering, then answered, "No... I don't think so.

Glancing at Phoebe the redhead continued, "I'm hungry, I'll meet you
downstairs." Then proceeded to orb herself out of the room. The blue and
white lights had barely begun to dissolve before both remaining occupants
began yelling for the youngest Halliwell, "PAIGE!" "PAIGE! You get your
sweet ass back here this instant young lady!" this last in a rather
unlady-like basso profundo.

The room filled with blue and white light again as Paige reversed the orb
and settled back in the room.

"Oh for cryin' out loud. Can't a girl get some food around this place without
people yelling at her all the time?"

"Forget that and change me back. C'mon, fun times over, let's get with the

Paige relented, "Oh alright spoilsport. I thought we could have some more
fun after dinner."

It was Phoebe's turn to lift an eyebrow and with a look at her half-sister
she said, "Haven't you had enough?"

Paige looked at the black haired girl as if she'd grown a tail, "No such
thing as enough when it comes to lesbian sex. Tell me you wouldn't join in
if we continued playing after dinner."

Not deigning to respond, but also not denying the accusation, Phoebe muttered
just loudly enough to be heard, "Slut."

Having been through it all many times before Paige returned the obligatory
response, "Tramp."

Both girls broke out in laughter at the very familiar exchange, Phoebe giving
Paige's rump a slap in the process. Paige let out a very sincere "OUCH!" and
rubbed the abused spot to lessen the sting.

"Watch it, I'm a little sore there you know."

"From what? A little ass reaming? Lightweight."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you take a redwood up your ass and we'll see how
you feel afterwards!"

"You would, would you?"

"Actually yeah, I would. Just thinking about it..."

Phoebe moved behind Paige and bringing her mouth close to the redhead's ear
said, "Tramp."

In a quiet voice Paige responded "Slut", but Phoebe was no longer listening
having bent down to kiss Paige's pale skin around the reddened flesh. Seeing
that things were about to spiral out of control Piper again prompted Paige
to end the spell that had made her appear to be a male all afternoon.

"Yeah yeah yeah. C'mon already. I haven't got all day."

"Actually you do. The spell has an automatic 24 hour expiration built in so
that you won't be stuck that way if I got called away or something."

"That's good to know, but I'm having dinner with Chris tonight to try and
get more information out of him and I'm not showing up looking like this!
We might live in San Francisco but there's a limit to how much I want to

Paige scoffed "Oh please. As if Chris would complain. You telling me he
would object to a chance to walk on the wild side. You ask me I think the
boy smoked more than a little pole back in the future."

Although they currently couldn't see each other both Phoebe and Piper shared
a similar pensive look as they considered their sister's assertion, Chris was
something of a pretty boy and more than a little effeminate. Piper shook the
thought off and again addressed Paige.

"That's not the point. I want to change back. Now stop dawdling and end this
spell or I'll come over there and start wailing on your tender ass!"

This brought Phoebe peeking out from behind said tender ass, "Boy, you really
did turn into a guy! You go girl! Get your macho on!"

Piper ignored Phoebe and looked at Paige waiting for her to begin reciting
the words that would end the glamour spell she was under. Meanwhile Phoebe
stood up behind Paige and, taking advantage of the easy access, wrapped her
arms around the slightly taller girl and began to play with her tits. Paige
closed her eyes and enjoyed the tingling sensation as Phoebe rolled her
nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmm, Pheebs, pull my nipples. Yeah just like that."

Piper waited impatiently for Paige to begin. When nothing was forthcoming
she prompted once more.


"Okay, give me a second." Then, "Okay I think I've got it." reciting,

"The deed is done
We've had our fun
Now take this mister
And return our sister"
Nothing happened.

Piper looked down at her body. A body that was far bigger than her usual
5' 3" frame, lacked even her modest boobs and was still endowed with a flesh
and blood eight inch penis instead of the molded plastic strap-on dildo she
had put on at the beginning of the afternoon. Piper had doubted the necessity
of wearing the strap-on arguing the glamour itself should provide the missing
piece of anatomy but both Phoebe and Paige had disagreed, claiming the dildo
would give the glamour something to work with and, with the right wording,
would never go softer than the underlying plastic. In addition Paige was able
to enchant the magic phallus with extraordinary abilities which allowed Piper
to cum more frequently than the horniest teenager and still deliver very
sizeable loads each time.

Still nothing.

Piper looked up at Paige who was standing there with a puzzled look. Phoebe
had moved out from behind Paige and looked from sister to sister, concern
written on her face. Piper just looked dismayed.

When Paige did not say anything further Piper asked, "Is that it? That's all
you've got?"

"I didn't think I would need anything else!" the redhead defended herself,
continuing to no one in particular "That should have worked!"

Feeling compelled to offer some assistance Phoebe put forward, "Maybe a

"What are you going to do? Vanquish me?"

"Well, we've got to try something."

Paige was muttering to herself now, sorting through various rhymes that would
serve to end the spell she had placed on her sister. Maybe Phoebe was on to
something with that potion idea. Next time they'd cast the spell with a
potion and have the reversal formula already brewed. They could then avoid
anyone being stuck as something longer than they wanted to. Though that was
not going to be any help this time. Still muttering Paige turned and walked
out of the room, and headed to the attic and the Book of Shadows, leaving
her sisters behind.

The two remaining Halliwell's watched Paige leave, Piper releasing the door
before the redhead could bang into it. Phoebe went to the door and closed it
over before turning back to her older sister. Or was that brother?

"Maybe we should get you into some clothes before the privacy spell ends
and we're caught with our pants dow... er, off. I still have some of Cole's
things up in the attic. They might be a bit large on you but they're better
than anything you've got.

Piper was still standing in the room her look of dismay replaced with one of
disbelief. Phoebe moved over to her sister and took her/his hand, intent on
getting the eldest Halliwell into some clothes and then they could all sit
down and work on the problem. As Phoebe approached Piper she couldn't help
but notice all over again just how fine a specimen Paige had conjured up for
them to enjoy, over and over and over.

Piper put up no resistance when Phoebe took her hand and started to lead
her out of the room. They reached the door and Phoebe pulled it open, still
holding onto Piper's hand.


"OUCH!!! Son of a..."

Phoebe spun towards her sister to see a look of surprised pain on Piper's
face, the older witch's hands cradling her cock and stroking the tip. Both
Phoebe and Piper had neglected to account for the additional inches of
clearance Piper needed and the door had landed a solid blow on Piper's
magical, but still very sensitive, male unit. Phoebe crouched in front of
Piper and reached for the still enchanted cock.

"Don't touch it!"

Phoebe grabbed Piper's hands and moved them away, "Quit being such a baby!
Let me see!!"

Piper relented and Phoebe examined the manhood that had given her so much
pleasure all afternoon. As she expected there was not a mark on it, the
flesh as smooth and perfect as when they first started.

"How's it look? Is it bruised?"

"Piper! It's not real. I could bite the thing in half and when the spell
ends there still won't be a mark on your body!"

"Let's not test that theory shall we? Besides it may not leave a mark but
I'd sure feel it and it would HURT LIKE HELL!!"

Phoebe leaned forward and placed a kiss on the very tip of Piper's cock,
"Did you feel that?"


Another kiss and this time a quick swipe of the tongue across the head,
"How 'bout that? Did you feel that?"

A softer "Yes."

How Phoebe opened her mouth and sucked the first few inches of her sister's
dick into her oral cavity. She used her tongue to lubricate what was in
her mouth, spreading her saliva wherever she could reach. Looking up Piper's
body the sister's locked eyes as Phoebe took another couple of inches into
her mouth before releasing the cock from her mouth.

"Do you like that?"


"Want me to continue?"

Not waiting for an answer Phoebe lifted Piper's member back into her mouth
and quickly swallowed about five inches. She cupped Piper's balls with her
left hand and since this time the position she was in let her use both hands
she placed her right hand around the shaft and prepared to stroke in time
with her bobbing head.

"No. Stop."

'Stop?' Did she hear that right? Her mouth still full of cock she peered
up at her sister and asked "Thtop? Di u thay thtop?"

Piper nodded and Phoebe let her cock drop, the coating of saliva glistening
in the room's lights.

Phoebe had a dejected look on her face. She really wanted to give Piper
another blowjob while she had the chance.

"I want to fuck."

Instant smile grown larger as Piper continued, "And bonus, Paige will be
pissed she missed out on one final round."

Phoebe knew Piper wasn't being mean, she was still unhappy that Paige hadn't
been prepared with the correct spell to end the glamour she had cast. Phoebe
knew her younger sister and agreed with Piper that if anything would make
Paige regret not being properly equipped it would be being excluded from some
sisterly loving. Mentally shrugging Phoebe got up and started to move over to
the bed, Piper in tow.

"I'm on top!"

Phoebe stopped and looked back at her sister.

"Hey, I'm not letting you leave me hanging again while you get yours.

Shaking her head Phoebe responded, "You are such a guy. And it was three

The give and take continued even as they got up onto the bed and Piper
thought 'Well if I have to be a guy for the next 18 hours I guess I might as
well make the most of it!' By this time Phoebe was pulling her down for a
kiss, already eager for the next round to begin, and Piper turned her full
attention to her sister, dismissing any lingering worries she had about the
glamour spell for the time being.

Piper took her place laying down on top of Phoebe and reached down to guide
her penis into her sister's opening. She slid a few inches in and stopped,
resisting the inclination to just slam home and start fucking madly. Piper
felt Phoebe's legs wrap around her lower back and try to force her in deeper.
She also felt the muscles of Phoebe's vagina clench around her cock, trying
to draw her in.

When that failed Phoebe let out a small whine "Piiiperrr!"

Piper assumed an innocent look and gave her sister a sweet smile "What?
Something wrong?"

The eldest Halliwell was taking some small pleasure in being the one doing
the teasing for a change. Phoebe bounced on the bed a little in frustration,
succeeding at last in drawing Piper's member deeper into her twat. The middle
witch swiftly tightened her legs around Piper's back so as not to lose this
minuscule gain before flashing her sister a smug grin.

Piper knew of only one way to erase that grin and quickly pressed her lips
to Phoebe's. In a heartbeat the kiss turned passionate as their mouths opened
slightly and their tongues intertwined. Now Piper wanted nothing more than to
be closer to Phoebe so she lowered her body until she was pressing against
the smaller figure beneath her along the entire length of their torsos as
they continued to kiss fervently.

With her ardor fully aroused Piper was no longer interested in teasing her
younger sister. She stopped resisting Phoebe and let her dick slip completely
in the dark haired girl's clean shaven snatch until she was fully seated, the
moist heat almost undoing her. They remained that way until Phoebe broke the
kiss and looked up at Piper, her need readily apparent in her eyes.

This time there was no whining, just a soft, simple "Piper."

With much of her weight now resting on her arms Piper placed her hands on
either side of Phoebe's face, her right thumb gently caressing her sister's
cheek. Leaning in for another kiss, Piper began to move her hips, her shaft
gliding in and out of Phoebe's cunt, every stroke sending a new wave of
ecstasy through their bodies.

Breaking the kiss again Phoebe looked at her sister and in a replay of an
earlier event breathed "I love you I love you I love you." Piper's answer
was another sweet, but this time genuine, smile.

The excitement continued to build and when Piper hit a particularly sensitive
spot Phoebe's eyes closed and she inhaled sharply. When the short haired
girl's eyes reopened she saw Piper gazing at her with a look of wonder on her

"What is it sweetie?"

Piper's look turned shy and she said "It's nothing. I just... I never dreamed
we could be together like this."

Phoebe knew exactly what her sister meant. She and Piper had been lovers
for five years now and while their lovemaking had always been intense and
provided hours - many, many, hours - of pleasure they both knew that there
were some things they could not experience with each other, or with Prue
and now Paige. Until now.

Phoebe felt the penis move inside her, the heat emanating from it, the ridges
of the bulging veins as they rubbed against the walls of her pussy, and as
familiar as the sensations were, this time it was completely different. This
time the penis was Piper's, the heat was the heat of Piper's body, the bliss
Phoebe felt was caused by Piper as she moved within her. It may have been
magically created but that made it no less authentic, and the pleasure they
felt no less real.

So Phoebe was feeling all the same emotions as Piper, and when she answered
her sister she used the same words she had used on many other occasions over
the years, but with a different meaning "Make love to me. Please."

Piper crushed her lips against Phoebe's as their lovemaking took on new
urgency. She extended her strokes for maximum contact along the length of
their respective sexes, slowly picking up speed over time. They kept their
lips together but no longer kissed, the need for air preventing them as
their breath grew increasingly ragged, huffing and groaning into each
others mouths. Phoebe began to cry out as Piper increased speed again, the
pleasure too much to endure in silence.

"Piperrrr! Ohhhh! MAHHHHH!!"

Phoebe's cries cut off and her mouth formed a familiar oval shape, not for
the first time that day, as Piper upped the speed of her strokes one last
time. Phoebe threw her head back onto the pillows and Piper knew that the
middle sister's climax was imminent, and she wasn't going to be alone when
it happened. Keeping up a consistent pace as sweat poured from her body,
Piper looked for any sign from Phoebe to indicate the arrival of her orgasm.
She need not have looked so hard as Phoebe was not the type to be understated
about things like that.

A small shift in Piper's motion or Phoebe's position increased the
stimulation to Phoebe's clit just the right amount and one, two, three
strokes later the younger girl announced her climax like the lady she was.


Piper didn't even notice when Phoebe's heels slammed into her back, she was
too busy concentrating on the feeling of the contractions of the pussy that
engulfed her, the ripples providing the last impetus she needed for her own
climax to arrive, her balls tightening to deliver another load, coating her
sister's insides with her cum.

They came down from their shared orgasm and Piper collapsed on Phoebe's
body. She briefly worried that she was crushing her little sister but when
she saw that Phoebe was having no difficulty breathing or handling her
weight she dismissed the thought. Lifting her head she looked into Phoebe's
eyes and found all the love she felt for both her sisters reflected back at
her. Phoebe may have been the empath in the family but Piper had never had
any trouble telling what the brown eyed beauty was feeling, her expressive
eyes showed her every emotion.

Piper's hands still framed Phoebe's face and she caressed her cheek as she
said "I love you too."

Piper saw the bright smile her words brought to her sisters face before
Phoebe quickly closed what little distance separated them, their lips
pressing together once again as they recommenced kissing.

When they finally parted Piper said "That was freakin' incredible!"

Phoebe giggled and responded "Yeah, I am a pretty good kisser."

It was Piper's turn to giggle and with a little swat on Phoebe's shoulder
she said "Not that silly. Although the kissing was hot. I meant the.. you
know... the sex" this last part in a near whisper.

No matter how many years had passed, or what decadent acts they indulged
in, Piper still remained shy when it came to discussing sex. Phoebe thought
it was adorable and teased her relentlessly for it. Piper was less than four
inches from Phoebe's ear. She would have to have been practically deaf not
to have heard her sister, but still Phoebe asked "The what?"

Piper knew she was being teased and just glared at her sister. Phoebe giggled
at the mock glower but relented from any additional teasing.

Wrapping her arms tightly around Piper she responded "Yeah, that was pretty
intense. Damn I'm good!"

"Wench!" Another playful tap to the shoulder as both girl's giggled then
Phoebe tightened her arms even more around her sister's male sized body,
closing her eyes and sighing with contentment.

Piper lowered her head to rest on Phoebe's shoulder and closed her own eyes
as she soaked in the love practically emanating from the younger girl's body.
She remained this way for some time, oblivious to the minutes passing, all
thought of keeping her appointment with Chris banished from her mind. Piper
knew that the meeting was very important, they needed more information about
their secretive white-lighter, but there would be other opportunities to get
it. Tonight she would spend with her sisters.

A dainty snore interrupted Piper's musings. A snore?

"Pheebs? You're not sleeping are ya?"

"Mmmm, sleepy."

Piper countered, reminding Phoebe of another basic need still to be filled,
"I thought you were hungry?

"Mmmm, hungry."

Seeing she was not going to get any further response from Phoebe Piper
considered leaving the sleeping girl alone and began to extricate herself
from her sister's embrace. Phoebe objected and tightened her arms once more,
this time using her legs to increase her hold on Piper.

Since descending from their orgasmic high Piper had not moved from her
position between Phoebe's legs. This included not removing her enchanted
penis from its home in Phoebe's pussy. Her enchanted, still erect, penis.
Both girl's had been aware that they had not yet uncoupled, but in a
distant, not clamoring for attention, kind of way. Phoebe's shifting of
her legs changed all that.

Phoebe's eyes opened wide and locked with Piper's. She thrust her hips up
forcing Piper to sink a little deeper in her cunt and getting a tiny grunt
from the older girl.

"Mmmm, horny."

Piper saw the change come over her sister, and knowing what was coming next
had time for one last remark, before surrendering herself to the desire in
Phoebe's eyes.

"Oh Crap!"

"Heh, heh!"

* * * * * * * * *

Well, there it is. My first story. As long as the feedback, assuming there
is any, is not overwhelmingly negative I will probably write some others. I
have a few ideas for more stories in the Charmed universe along the same
line as this one and maybe even a Buffy/Charmed crossover. And I have a
story idea or two set in the Buffyverse. Maybe even Alias.

But first I'm working on a series of stories set around Rory of the Gilmore
Girls. 18 years old, attending Yale and still the girl doesn't get any. I
think it's time to change that so I'm working on giving Rory a sex life. And
a depraved one at that.

So that's it for now. Until next time.



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