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Scooby Gang Time	By : Deadman Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22046 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Angel nor the characters from it I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Chapter List
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Author's Note: This story is why I asked about a particular painting on the forums, if you're curious. I even ended up naming the chapter after the painting.
https://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/72921-name-or-post-a-picture-of-an-old-painting-depicting-something-sexually-explicit/
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It all started out so innocently.

Joyce stares so intently at the canvas in front of her.

She wouldn't have thought that things would spiral so quickly, but it was and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She had been waiting for this opportunity to get a hold of this painting pretty much since she was a kid. The first time she'd seen the painting in an art book in the library, something about it just called to her. Ever since then, she'd wanted to see it in person some day. The painting was called The Romans in Their Decadence and for whatever reason she felt connected to it. Joyce was enchanted by the idea of the Romans enjoying themselves with such abandon together... it appealed to her.

It's part of the reason why she got into the idea of owning a gallery in the first place. Because it would give her the opportunity to acquire it, if only for the gallery she worked for and only for a short amount of time. Given how famous the painting was, it would be hard to afford to acquire it without having to sell it on the market fairly quickly. Especially at the size of the gallery she was working with. Yet she couldn't help but want the painting if she could manage it.

When it finally came on the market after so many years, she jumped at the chance to get to it. No matter how much it would end up costing the gallery. Getting it was something of an obsession for her. There wasn't a line she wouldn't cross or a deal she wasn't willing to make. Though amazingly, it didn't take much to acquire the painting. Although the price was somewhat high like she expected, not a lot else was necessary.

The day it came in, she just had to be the first one to take a look at it. She needed to see the painting in all its glory. It did not disappoint. She couldn't help but love the sight of it. At the same time, something about the painting felt... different. Her eyes were drawn to the centre of the painting, one of the main characters in the painting that people often talked about. She was sure that she could avoid being drawn in by the image, but when she actually saw it, she couldn't resist.

It was probably because she'd wanted to see it for so long, but it was still a little weird. For whatever reason, every time she looked at the painting, she would look at the woman in the middle and study her intensely. It got to the point that she would stare at it for hours just for the fun of it. She would stare at it while the people at the gallery were assessing it. She would stare while they were cleaning the painting for the unveiling. Any time she could, she would stare at the painting and the woman in the middle in particular.

As she did, something about the painting started to change. She wasn't entirely sure at first, but it became undeniable what was going on. The woman at the centre of the painting started to look very familiar. It looked like her. First the hair started to change. It went from the traditional brown to a lighter colour, almost blonde like hers did. Then the face started to change. Instead of looking like the other people in the painting, the eyes looked like hers. Like she was staring at herself in the mirror. More than that though, the face started to change to look a lot like her.

It got to the point that other people in the gallery started to notice the change too. Anyone who was looking at the painting with her noticed how similar the woman at the centre of the painting was to Joyce. Then the more direct comments started happening. Other members of the gallery would talk about how beautiful the painting looked now that the person at the centre of it looked like her. Some even suggested that it would be fantastic to see her at the centre of so much attention. And Joyce couldn't exactly disagree. She would stare at that painting and imagine what it would be like to have so much fun. Which made her think that something weird was going on.

She thought about calling her daughter to investigate the painting but Buffy was away visiting universities for next year and she didn’t want to bother her. All of this was probably just in her imagination. Not everything that happened was a magical thing. Even if the comments from other employees started getting very specific. They started talking about what they would do to her if she actually were willing to be part of an orgy. How they would touch her and the ways in which they really wanted to see her naked with a cock in her mouth.

Despite herself, Joyce had to think that it might actually be a lot of fun. It had been so long since she'd ever been with someone. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to really indulge all the feelings she was having thanks to how incredible this painting was. She could feel so satisfied by it all. But the people at the gallery would never actually do something like that, would they? Commenting on it was one thing, but they wouldn't do it if they had the opportunity. That just wouldn't happen. So instead Joyce would have to stick to fantasizing about it. Especially since the big unveiling of the painting was coming up.

Joyce had to focus on the big event, the one that would actually happen, instead of the one she was thinking about more and more. No matter how much she might want to be just like the woman who looks like her in the middle of the painting about an orgy, that wasn't going to happen. She put herself to work on the unveiling of the painting. Which thankfully was going well. Everyone seemed to want to come to the event. She thought that she was the only one who was so interested in this painting, but apparently not. Many people wanted to, which means that it was guaranteed to be a success. Word was that even the Mayor was coming to the unveiling.

Now the big day had arrived. All her hard work was about to pay off. Hopefully it would not only boost sales at the gallery generally, but someone would make a bid on the painting itself. That would make everything worth it. As it turns out, the rumours were true. The Mayor Richard Wilkins did in fact show up for the big event. He even suggested he might make a bid on the painting itself. Though up until this point, he had mostly just looked at it.

Here she was, standing a few feet away as the Mayor stood enjoying the painting in front of him. Part of her thought that she should just go right up to him and ask what it would take to get him to make a bid. If anyone could afford the painting, it was him. She might as well just go for it if she wanted it to happen.

Joyce made her way over to the painting which had so enticed her for so long, to the one person who might be able to take it off her hands.

“It's a beautiful painting, isn't it?” Joyce tried to suggest without showing her hand to the powerful politician.

“Absolutely, even better the second time.” Mayor Wilkins says rather absent mindedly.

That has Joyce giving him a curious look, “What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing. It's just... the painting has been here before. Did you know that?” explains Mayor Wilkins.

Joyce is intrigued by this, “Was it?”

“Yes, about 50 years ago, another curator happened to acquire the painting. There's a few pictures of it in the city archives.” continues Mayor Wilkins.

The answer seems to satisfy Joyce, “Ah, that makes sense. If I had known that, I might have wanted some of them for the unveiling.”

“Well perhaps I can bring them to you some day so that you can display them.” suggests Mayor Wilkins.

Joyce sighs at this, “Hopefully it will be around long enough for you to do that.”

Mayor Wilkins gives Joyce a curious look.

“Really? Why's that?” questions the mayor of Sunnydale.

The slayer's mother looks at Richard Wilkins for a moment, trying to gauge how much she should reveal, “Well... not to reveal my hand or anything, but it cost a fair amount for us to get a hold of the painting. We're hoping that we'll be able to recoup our losses in the near future. If not, the gallery could be in a lot of trouble.”

“That would be a shame. I've rather enjoyed this little gallery. I don't come here often, but when I do it's always a good time.” says Richard.

“Yeah, but you could always help with that.” Joyce pushes her luck just a little bit.

“How's that?” wonders Richard.

“You are the mayor after all. I can imagine you have your fair share of... assets.” suggests Joyce.

Richard lets out a small laugh at that, “I suppose I do.”

“I'm sure if you wanted to, you could take the painting off our hands. Maybe put it up in City Hall somewhere, or at the local museum or something.” Joyce tries to imply to the mayor.

Mayor Wilkins glances over at Joyce for a moment, “That's true, however... I think it would be difficult to justify such an expense to the city council. At least not without some sort of... incentive.”

A silence passes between the mayor and the gallery curator at the question. This is something that Joyce had figured out thanks to all the years working here. The higher donors usually wanted something for their trouble. It was just a question of whether they could give it to them.

“What kind of... incentive were you thinking?” Joyce asks rather bluntly.

“How familiar are you with the history of this painting Ms Summers?” pushes back Mayor Wilkins at the question, obviously leading somewhere.

“Fairly well. I've read almost everything about it.” responds Joyce, trying to go along with things.

“Then you're familiar with the curse associated with this painting?”

Joyce looks at the painting before saying anything, “I've... heard a few things. According to legend, the painting curses the owner of the painting with bad luck.”

“And the only way to escape the curse?” questions Mayor Wilkins.

Again Joyce answers the question, “Well, supposedly the only way to escape the curse is for the owner to engage in the activity depicted in the painting. To truly become the person at the centre of the action.”

“So the legend goes, and I can't help but notice something rather curious about the painting.” offers Wilkins.

“What's that?”

“The woman at the centre of the painting tonight... bares a striking resemblance to you. Which is exactly what the curse says would happen to the owner.” explains Mayor Wilkins.

His words have Joyce looking over at Richard, “Are you suggesting...?”

“Are you up for it? You wouldn't want to find yourself on the receiving end of the curse, would you?” questions Mayor Wilkins.

That has Joyce thinking deeply about this. She'd only just recently found out about the idea of magic and vampires and other creatures like demons. After what happened with Pat and the mask she brought home, she wasn't sure she could rule out the idea that this curse might actually be real. It just never occurred to her to think about that until now. Joyce had become so obsessed with the idea that it never occurred to her that it would actually happen. Now here was the opportunity presenting itself. Like the curse was being fulfilled.

“How would we even make that work?” Joyce can't help but ask.

Wilkins smiles at the idea.

“Well, we have a whole room full of people. Let's ask them.” suggests Mayor Wilkins, who turns to the rest of the room.

“Uh, wait...” tries Joyce but is interrupted.

The mayor of Sunnydale starts tapping his ring against his glass of champagne and it rings out over the room. Other people who are looking at different paintings are quick to turn around. Some of the people in rooms beyond the main one where Joyce and the mayor are also move just inside the open doorways.

“If I could have everyone's attention? Thank you very much for coming. As mayor, it's incredibly good to come to an event like this and see that our town still supports the arts. I do my best to help where I can but it's you all who actually make it work.” declares Mayor Wilkins to the gathering crowd.

He turns to Joyce.

“However, the person we have to thank more than anything for tonight is this woman right here. Ms Joyce Summers. She has single handedly spearheaded this whole evening. For that she deserves to be rewarded. Can we give her a round of applause?” suggests Mayor Wilkins.

What he says makes the crowd clap. This has Joyce blushing at all the attention.

“To that end, I want to make an announcement. I want to ensure the future prosperity of this wonderful gallery. I know you've all been very generous with your time and pocket books tonight. However, from what I understand we haven't quite met the gallery's financial goals. So in order to help them along, Ms Summers and I have come to an arrangement. She has generously agreed to perform certain... activities for any donor who is willing to make a donation of more than a thousand dollars to the gallery.” explains Mayor Wilkins.

“Mr Mayor...” Joyce attempts to interrupt unsuccessfully.

“And I have decided to match any donation, doubling the amount for the gallery.” adds Mayor Wilkins.

His offer makes Joyce stop objecting, obviously knowing exactly what that would do for her gallery. She starts to look around at the group of people in mostly tuxedos and a few dresses for the night.

“Further more, if we do reach the goal, I have pledged to purchase the painting that was unveiled tonight. Known as The Romans in their Decadence.” continues Mayor Wilkins, turning to Joyce, “Isn't that right Ms Summers?”

Joyce stares at the Mayor of Sunnydale for a long moment, realizing this isn't a funny joke that he's playing, she turns to the crowd of people, “That's right. I'm... the mayor just agreed to all of this and in the spirit of that, I'm happy to be of service to anyone who makes a sizable donation.”

“All right then, let's get this started. Who wants to make the first bid?” Mayor Wilkins asks the now curious crowd.

One of the men in the gallery speaks up, “Depends on what we're bidding on.”

Mayor Wilkins turns to Joyce, “That's up to the curator.”

Joyce takes a moment to consider it.

“My clothes. The first bid is on who wants my clothes off the most.” declares Joyce as bluntly as she can.

“There you have it folks. Who wants to bid on the lovely Ms Summers' clothes?” Richard Wilkins questions the audience.

Someone calls out from the crowd, “A thousand dollars.”

“We have a thousand dollars, do we have fifteen hundred? Fifteen hundred?” Wilkins begins the auction.

Another voice speaks up, “Fifteen hundred.”

“Now we have fifteen hundred. Do we have two thousand?” pushes the Mayor.

The question isn't unanswered for long, “Two thousand.”

Before Wilkins can add to it, someone breaks in, “Five thousand.”

“Very nice, do we have...” Mayor Wilkins attempts before being cut off.

“Ten thousand dollars.” a female voice speaks up from the crowd.

With that, the crowd seems to break out in sounds of shock.

“We have 10 thousand dollars. Do we even need to ask for other bids?” asks the Mayor of the gallery attendants.

His question is followed by mostly silence by the crowd. As a result, a woman comes out with a man next to her, both looking very well dressed.

“I guess that means we win?” the dark haired woman asks more rhetorically than anything.

Mayor Wilkins smiles at the woman and her husband, “So it would seem, wouldn't you say Ms Summers?”

Joyce looks at the mayor for a second before turning her attention to the woman and her husband, “If they have the money, sure.”

The woman shifts to her husband, “Honey, get me my cheque book.”

She hands him her purse and starts making her way over to Joyce. Her husband rummages through his wife's bag. He finds the cheque book and walks over to join her near Joyce.

“I'm Lana by the way, and this is Mark.” explains the woman apparently named Lana.

It makes the gallery owner curious, “So, did you make the bid for yourself or...”

“Oh don't worry, this is mostly for my husband. Though we have our little games.” interrupts Lana, moving to hand the cheque to the mayor, who accepts it.

Lana moves in behind Joyce, right up so she can lean over the other woman's shoulder.

“I like to watch my man with other women. There's just something about it which turns me on, especially with a woman as hot as you.” says Lana with a bit of a whisper but a loud one so other people can hear.

That has Joyce shivering with excitement at the idea. Something which is added to by Lana's hands on the back of Joyce's dress. Lana takes hold of the zipper between the shoulder blades of Joyce's dress and very slowly pulls it down, opening up the back of it. Almost teasing both Joyce and the rest of the room.

“And I know more than a few of the women here like to see their men with other women too.” explains Lana, “Because I've been that other woman for more than one.

As Joyce's dress starts to come undone, Mark moves in on the gallery owner's left side. It makes Joyce look at him with a smile, getting one back but obviously having desire in his eyes while hers is more nervous.

“Well, if that's in fact the case, how about we move this along? Don't you think Ms Summers?” asks Mayor Wilkins from her right side.

“What did you have in mind?” questions Joyce as she looks back slightly to try and see what Lana is doing.

Mayor Wilkins grins at that but turns to the crowd, “For whoever puts together a ten thousand dollar donation to the gallery will get a chance to have whatever fun they want with Ms Summers. And as mentioned before, I will happily match the total amount made, doubling the donations.”

“I can live with that.” responds Joyce, seeing the number of people in the room who pretty much immediately reached for their wallet or purse.

“That's so hot.” Lana mentions from behind Joyce, leading to her speeding up the unzipping of the gallery curator's dress.

It isn't long before the zipper reaches its end, making Lana bring her hands up to Joyce's shoulders. She brushes the shoulder straps of Joyce's dress off her shoulders and almost immediately the dress falls off the slayer's mother's body and pools at her feet. Her body is on display to everyone in the room given that she wasn't wearing a bra with the dress. The only thing covering her at all is her panties. She can't help but feel exposed given the circumstances she's in but part of her can't help but love the feeling of all the eyes on her. Just like the woman who she'd stared at in the painting that seemed to have become her. That makes her look behind her at the painting on display.

“It really is beautiful, isn't it?” Joyce comments, mostly at the painting.

“Quite beautiful... just like the gallery's curator.” comments Mayor Wilkins.

His words have Joyce returning her attention to the mayor of Sunnydale, who is looking at her with a smile. As they look at each other, it becomes clear that a number of the evening's attendees are now getting up close so they can hand over cheques to Mayor Wilkins. Joyce's focus is shifted again when hands are grabbing her tits. She looks down to see Lana's hands coming from behind right before they start massaging her. How she's being played with has Joyce gasping from Lana's touch.

“I love a more mature woman's tits. They're just so much fun to play with.” Lana says casually but then adds, “But my husband has something for you to play with.”

Joyce again shifts focus to Mark who has been enjoying the show between her and his wife. He's smiling at her and the sound of a zipper unzipping below has Joyce looking down to see his fly is open. It has Joyce licking her lips at the idea of what's about to happen.

Lana gives another loud whisper to Joyce in her ear, “Put your hand in his pants.”

Taking a moment before complying, Joyce brings her hand up to Mark's crotch and slides her hand into his pants. She can feel the obvious hardness of his cock. Recognizing that she needed to go deeper than just to his underwear, Joyce pushes past it and touches his cock directly. Her touch makes him groan when she starts to rub it through the barrier of his pants. There's a power in the situation she's in. Having her hand on a cock always made her feel powerful in some way, though she hadn't felt one in such a long time.

At the same time, doing it with so many more people in the room was entirely new to her. Like they balanced out the power she felt from a hand on her first cock in a long time was offset by knowing how many of them she was going to have in her hands, and other things, very soon. She hadn't done anything like this since her college years. But even then it wasn't with more than two guys and they were trying to not draw attention to themselves. Usually in a dark corner of a club or in the bedroom of a frat house. Not in a place where they might be seen.

The exact opposite of her current circumstances. Here she is on total display in a very brightly lit room filled with people looking on. Some closer than others but all of them eager to get involved. Even their wives are pretty much devouring her with their eyes. Watching her with her hand in a married man's pants giving him a hidden hand job right in front of his wife. It made her feel so incredibly sexy and yet vulnerable.

“Take it out.” insists Lana while her groping of Joyce's tits change to teasing her nipples with her fingers.

Joyce doesn't argue with the woman who seems to have a strange hold over her in this moment. She stops rubbing Mark's cock long enough to pull it out from his pants. It springs free from its confines and Joyce can't help but look down at the rather large member she's been stroking for the past few minutes. She smiles at the sight of it.

“Looks good, doesn't it?” Lana asks while going back to groping Joyce's tits.

“Mhmm.” is all Joyce can respond to this, clearly enjoying the sight of it and stroking the cock again.

“Almost makes you want to put your mouth on it, doesn't it?” pushes Lana to the gallery owner.

“Definitely.” responds Joyce, licking her lips at the thought.

“Get down on your knees like the whore of Rome that you are.” instructs Lana.

The only real response Joyce gives is to try and look back at Lana for a moment though it's difficult to do that from their current position. Lana lets go of Joyce's tits as the gallery owner slowly bends her knees in front of everyone. She gets down on one knee first but then on the other. From this position, she can see Mark's cock up close but not as personal as she was probably about to get. Her suspicions are confirmed when she feels a woman's hand on the back of her head.

Lana turns Joyce's head to look directly at her husband's cock before stating the obvious, “Put it in your mouth.”

At the seemingly powerful woman's words, Joyce looks up at the first guy she's done anything sexual with in a long time and opens her mouth. She then leans forward and quickly wraps her lips around his cock. Just the fact that she has a new cock in her mouth for the first time in forever makes Joyce moan at the feeling.

“Mmm, seems like she needs a good cock.” comments Lana.

“Well she got one, I just hope she hasn't lost a step since her last one.” says Mark, groaning at the feeling of Joyce's lips.

To prove her skills, Joyce starts to swallow the cock as much as she can. She gets about half way down his cock before beginning to use her tongue on the underside of the rather large member. It makes him grunt at adding her tongue. Joyce doesn't stop there, going deeper on the cock and gets about three quarters of the way down before starting to pull back but quickly going down again. The gallery owner begins sucking off the wealthy and well endowed patron of her gallery. Slow at first but gaining more confidence has her increasing speed of the blowjob.

As she gets more bold, Lana takes more control of the situation. Her hand grips Joyce's hair more firmly so she can make the older woman on her knees go deeper on her husband's cock. It has Joyce going further than she normally would at this point in her usual blowjob routine. She does her best to keep up with whatever Lana wants her to do. Whether it's letting Mark's cock as into her throat as she can manage, or shifting her head left and right while going down on him. This goes on for a while before being interrupted by someone speaking up.

“All right, I think that's everyone.” declares the mayor from not far away.

That has Joyce stopping the blowjob and looking towards him.

“Everyone?” questions Joyce, her voice a little strained because of her throat having been busy.

“Everyone here has paid at least ten thousand dollars. By donation or they've bought a painting for at least ten grand in order to participate in our... fun.” explains Mayor Wilkins.

Joyce looks around at the various patrons of her gallery with a smile, “Wow, thank you. I... I don't know how I'm going to thank you.”

One of them walks right up and pulls his cock out, “I know exactly how you're going to thank me.”

“Right...” is all Joyce says to that.

He puts his hand on her head and guides her forward. Joyce is quick to open her mouth and allows his cock to slide right in. She does her best to suck the new guy off, apparently doing enough to make the guy groan. At the same time, someone takes hold of Joyce's left wrist and brings it up to where Mark's cock is. Joyce gets the idea and takes hold of his cock, stroking him as best she can while still sucking off the new guy. This becomes a little more difficult when another hand grabs Joyce's right wrist and brings it up to another cock. She starts giving him a hand job too, jerking off two guys while giving another one a blowjob.

The gallery owner does her best to keep all three of the guys happy for as long as she can. It isn't long before she switches things up a little, turning to the third guy she hasn't sucked off yet. She begins giving him a blowjob too, instead taking the guys she's sucked off's cocks in her hands. Not long afterwards, she goes back to Mark, then the second guy, and back to the third. Keeping them as happy as she can only works for a while though before a fourth guy steps up with his wife too. Between her and Lana, they keep her focused by making sure that Joyce gives their husbands' enough attention.

Even that though isn't serving everyone in the room, when three more guys join in. With seven guys now to take care of, it gets a little much for Joyce but she's managing it. She does this in part with the help of the three women who help her stay focused while obviously enjoying herself. The fact that she's moaning around more than one of the cocks the best indication of that for the crowd of men.

“Damn, she's good at that.” declares one of the guys who's currently being sucked off by Joyce.

His words make another guy chuckle before responding, “Well she better be. We are paying her enough for it.”

Joyce pulls back from the cock currently in her mouth but doesn't move to the next one so she can speak up, “Thank you for that.”

“Although if I'm honest, I didn't just pay for your mouth... nice as it is.” the first guy says, the implications obvious to everyone.

The slayer's mother looks around at the guys and a couple of their wives, smiling at them for a moment, “I suppose that's true. We are a full service gallery, it's only fair that you get the best experience you can have.”

“Let's get to that then.” suggests the second guy.

Joyce slows down her stroking of the cocks in her hands, “How do you want me then?”

Mayor Wilkins jumps in at this point, “Might I suggest... in front of the painting?”

“Ooh, I like that.” Lana says, making Joyce look at her.

“I'm okay with that.” agrees Joyce, slowly getting to her feet.

As she does this, the three guys who were standing between her and the painting move out of the way. It gives the gallery owner a very good view of the painting she'd spent so much time obsessing over. Now she could see herself reflected more fully in the piece of art. The version of her in the painting is also as naked as she is. Joyce slowly walks her way over to the painting and stops just in front of the bench. She stares at the painting for a while until Lana comes up behind her and encourages her.

“Bend over for my man.” orders Lana.

Rather than respond, Joyce just does what is asked of her for the money being paid, bending over. She plants her hands down on the bench, effectively presenting her ass to anyone behind her. From this new position, she doesn't do much more than look up at the painting. Staring at her mirror image who seems to be looking back. Joyce almost doesn't notice when Mark puts his hand on her right hip so that he can step in behind her. Lana reaches out and takes hold of his cock, helping to guide it to the gallery owner's pussy. It isn't long before Joyce can't help but gasp at the feeling of being entered by a man for the first time in a long time.

He pushes in deeper and deeper into her pussy, getting only moans from the woman on the receiving end. Once Mark is fully inside of Joyce's pussy, Lana pulls her hand away to let her husband fuck another woman. Leaning against the bench in front of painting, Joyce looks up at it as she's fucked. She can't help but stare at the woman who looks like her in it. There was just something about it now that makes her feel connected to the painting. Like she is the woman in the painting and yet part of her knew she was not. She was separate from what she was looking at but leaning over like this, feeling how good a man's cock felt inside her pussy as he fucks her made her feel just as incredible as she always imagined the woman in the painting was. More than once she would lie awake at night imagining how good it felt.

Her attention shifts though as something catches the corner of her eye, two somethings actually. Two guys are standing on either side of her face, making Joyce look back and forth between them. Specifically, their cocks which aren't that far from her face. What they want becomes obvious to Joyce and she can't help but want to give it to them. Doing her best to stay focused while Mark fucks her very well, Joyce looks up at the guy on her left, then to her right. She notices that these two are entirely new from the group who was just surrounding her. Joyce tries to turn back to see what's going on with the other guys but is quickly stopped by a hand on her left cheek. It shifts her focus to the cock in her face from the guy on her left. Again she looks up at him for a moment but gets the idea, leaning in enough to open her mouth and start sucking his cock.

Doing her best to suck him off from her current position, Joyce keeps it up for a while until a hand is on her neck at her jaw. She's turned to the right and the cock on that side of her. She sucks him off as best she can but is eventually turned to the left again. It isn't long before she is encouraged to go back and forth between sucking them off. Each time she switches between them, part of her can't help but look up at the painting in the brief moments she has to catch her breath. There was just something about the painting that she couldn't get out of her head.

Being triple teamed this way reminded her of when she was younger. How she would go to a party and attract so much attention. Usually by more than one guy, more often than not two friends or brothers. Either actually brothers or frat brothers, but it was still really hot to get that much attention. But once or twice they would have a third friend who would interrupt them. Instead of getting nervous and going away, the other guy would join in on the fun. All three of them taking her on at once.

Now here she is, acting like who she used to be in her youth. Feeling all the incredible feelings again of a cock in her pussy and two for her mouth, sucking them as best she can. It made her feel so young. Like she hadn't had a failed marriage and two kids. She was just a college woman having fun. She even felt that way as Mark stops fucking her long enough for someone else to take his place. Joyce can't focus on that too much though as she's too busy gorging on the cocks on either side of her. The gallery owner moans into the guy on the right's cock when she feels another man enter her pussy.

She's fucked like that for a while but it isn't long before another guy takes his place, and then another, and another. At the same time, the guys she's sucking off move back and two new guys take their place. Joyce eagerly sucks them off too while guy after guy fucks her from behind. This goes on for a while, her eyes focused on the image of herself in the painting, seeing it staring back at her. Until after Joyce wasn't even sure how many had gotten a piece of either her pussy and her mouth, possibly both. It's then that someone buries themselves deep into her pussy and keeps it there, a smack to her ass getting her attention. Joyce stops sucking the cock in her mouth long enough to look back at the guy who's wife is standing next to him with a smile.

“You know, I believe we said full service.” the wife suggests.

“What would you like?” Joyce asks even if she suspects she knows the answer.

Another smack to Joyce's ass makes what they want obvious, but is still spoken, “Your ass.”

That makes Joyce wiggle her ass a little for emphasis, “Well, I do say the customer is always right. How do you want me?”

The gallery owner's question has the guy moving onto the floor and lying down underneath the bench. Joyce gets the idea and shifts from leaning over the bench to sitting on it. Doing this gives her the perspective to see that his cock is standing straight up in the air, encouraging her to sit on it. Joyce moves off the end of the bench enough that she's using her arms to hold herself up while she slowly lowers herself down onto the guy's cock. His wife is there to help out as she takes hold of her husband's cock with one hand and her right hand is on Joyce's hip to guide her down. Joyce allows herself to be guided, slowly but more confidently, onto a man's cock. It isn't long before her ass is pressing against the tip of the guy's cock.

She stops there for a moment in anticipation of what was about to happen. For some reason it reminded her of the first time Hank had asked to fuck her in the ass. She hadn't wanted to do it at first. Not because she hadn't ever done it before, her college days having taken care of that, but because of how things usually go when she does. She actually really liked it when guys fucked her in the ass. The problem was when she ends up giving it to guys, it ends up being the only way they want to fuck her. Hank was no different. When she finally did let him fuck her in the ass, he became almost obsessed. It was the only way he ever wanted to have sex.

At least in this case, it probably won't happen this way. Having this many guys fucking her means they can't all just fuck her ass. Fun as that might sound. So when she finally felt the cock enter her ass by lowering herself down those last few inches, she knew this would be so much more fun. Especially as she can't help but let out a moan of ecstasy when it almost slides right in without much resistance. It's followed up by a grunt from the guy below her from the feeling of her ass around his cock. Joyce grips the edge of the bench when her ass cheeks press themselves against his hips.

She enjoys this feeling for a few moments but not for long as a smack to her ass gives her focus enough to start riding the cock in it. Joyce starts slowly at first, lifting herself up using her slightly awkward position of her arms on the bench to lift her up. Though with her less than great upper body strength, it takes extra work. Joyce manages it enough to give him a decent ride. His own hands on either side of her hips gives her a little more help. He takes a firm grip and pushes her up when she's going that way, guiding her down when she needs it. How she's riding gets easier and easier as they go, a solid pace has her letting out a serious moan at the feelings its bringing out of her.

The ride is interrupted eventually as Joyce feels a hand on her stomach. She looks up to see one of the guys who she'd sucked off really close. He's on his knees in front of her with his cock in hand. It makes Joyce slow down the ride enough to focus on him.

“We never said we'd only focus on your ass. You did say full service.” suggest the guy in front of her.

“That's true.” agrees Joyce.

With her go ahead, he moves in to line himself up with her pussy. She helps him out by stopping her ride entirely. That way he can get close enough to push himself inside the gallery owner's very inviting pussy. She throws her head back and gasps at the feeling of being sandwiched between two cocks. It makes her drop her elbows off the bench and bring her hands forward onto the guy in her pussy's shoulders, only her back against the bench. Both guys are buried deep into her two sides before the guy in her pussy starts to fuck her. As he pulls back from her pussy, it relieves the pressure on her ass and lets the hands on her lower back push her up. It isn't long before they are pushing back into her again and building up a rhythm together.

Joyce can only let it happen and love every minute of the whole thing. It had been forever since she'd ever had a chance to be double penetrated like this. Since before she was married in fact. Now in this position again, she realized how much she missed it. How good it felt to have two guys fucking her at the same time. Not just spit roasted but completely penetrated at both ends. Every part of her was loving that she agreed to all of it. She wouldn't have thought she would. She thought that part of her life was over, yet here she was and that obviously wasn't true.

Things got even more incredible as she feels a hand on her head. It makes her open her eyes to see that there are two guys sitting on the bench to her left and right. The guy on the right is the one with a hand on her head and he turns her head enough to see that his cock is within reach of her mouth. Despite the almost automatic need to moan at the way she's being fucked, she tries to lean forward to suck his cock. He realizes she can't get all the way there with her new position and uses his own leverage to put himself at a high angle so he can slide his cock into her mouth.

Now being fucked in all three of her holes at once just adds to how good this is. Joyce's head is then turned to the left and the guy on that side takes his turn with her mouth. She goes back and forth between the two while two others fuck her. It's almost impossible to know how many guys she'd fucked but things keep up pretty regularly. Someone replaces the guy in her pussy several times while the guys fucking her mouth swap out too. After a while, she's stopped from sucking off two guys when she's encouraged to lift herself up off the cock in her ass.

It's done so she can turn herself over and the guy under her can swap himself out for a new one of her gallery's wealthy patrons. This time she lowers her pussy onto the guy's cock below her, which leaves her ass available for anyone who wants it. At the same time, she reaches out to drape her arms over the seat of the bench. Joyce grips the other end of the bench and that gives her some control over herself as the guy with his cock poking at her ass presses forward and enters her. Again they don't waste any time getting around to fucking her.

From this position, the guys swap out over and over, fucking her for as long as they want. At the same time, Joyce turns her head to rest it against her outstretched arms. This allows any guy sitting on either side of her to fuck her mouth for a while. But it also gives her the option to look straight ahead at the painting in front of her at the same time. Until a guy ends up in between her and the painting, letting him fuck her mouth from all three directions she can manage. Getting it from every angle can't help but push Joyce's buttons closer and closer to going over the edge. Yet at the same time the guys don't let her go over. Each time they get her close, one of them switches out and gives her a chance to cool down just a little.

At least until things get too much even for her with all her experience and she has to really let it out. She goes over the edge, her cries of ecstasy blocked by the fact that she has cock in her mouth. Eventually she does manage to cry out without anything in the way when the guy pulls back in case things go too far and she bites down. That lets her scream out with all her might. When she starts to come down though, the guys don't let up. They enjoy themselves for as long as they want, fucking her in each of her holes at least once. But at some point they decide they've had enough and finally let her come down off however many orgasms she had. The number being so many that she couldn't count them all.

“Looks like we got our money's worth doesn't it?” offers Mark in looking down at Joyce.

“Definitely.” suggests Lana.

Joyce basically collapses in exhaustion at the sheer pleasure of everything she'd been through.

“Not quite yet for me.” offers one of the guys.

“No?” questions Lana.

He just strokes his cock and the implication is obvious as he moves in closer to the gallery owner lying on the ground. Other guys in the room get the idea and similarly stroke their cocks over her. Eventually she looks up to realize what's going on, just letting it happen. They each get a chance to cum on her, a few of them moving out of the way so another guy can take their place and cover her in their cum. It isn't long before all of them are spent and Joyce wipes the cum from her eyes so she can see one last guy standing above her. Mayor Richard Wilkins is standing over her still fully clothed, smiling down.

“Well, I guess we can say that we've satisfied the curse. Wouldn't you Mrs Summers?”

All Joyce does is smile for a moment, “Absolutely.”
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