Discovering Threesomes · Part 2 (2/2)
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Her face twisted horribly with each painful jab, her teeth tightly clenched as her lips parted in a half-cry of soul-rending anguish. She tried to lift her arms, to fight back, anything to force this devastating assault on her anus to stop. Bit it was hopeless. Her feeble blows only glanced off the giant Negro's thick hide. She was impaled helplessly beneath him, and he wasn't about to pull his huge rod out of her now. He was savoring every magic second of this wanton ravishment of this naked young beauty.
Eleanor tried to tighten the strong muscles of her rectum, hoping upon hope that she could force the painful intruder from her forbidden orifice, but her on-and-off clenching only seemed to add fuel to the raging savage lust the big man was feeling. As the muscular walls of her anal passage squeezed against the impaling length of his dark cock, he slammed into her with renewed excitement, burying himself deeper and deeper in the wretched brunettes housewife's asshole.
The taut band of muscle around the normally tiny opening were stretched beyound endurance to accomodate the ravaging log-like pole of his cock, clasping like over-stretched elastic the hard, thick shaft of his manhood, tightly massaging every long hard inch of its fantastic length.
Her nostrils unconsciously flared at the salacious scent of their sweating bodies grinding together in the hot, stuffy room. Ther sweat of her own body was running freely with the musky wetness of this man. A whiff of pungent sharpness caught her attention. The smell of her own vaginal secretions was mingling with the tangy, acid scent of the balck manaa'as wildly pistoning cock. This incredibly lurid scene; the overpowering numbness of the grass; the indescribable saliciousness of being ravished like this, being used and manhandled by a complete stranger right before the eyes of her best friend and another man. These all coupled together, slowly bringing on a change deep in her body.
Almost indiscernible at first, it was nearly impossible to feel anything exceptt the constant intense pain. But something was happening to her, something was changing. "She's starting to dig it now, Ray boy! Let her have it good! Really throw it to her!" screamed Cheryl, up on the bed on her knees now. Her eyes glistened hypnotically just a foot from the painfully stretched nether ring of Eleanor's ravaged anal hole. Her eyes were wide and glazed as she puffed another joint and watched this fantastic performance right in front of her face. Eleanor felt an involuntary movement beginning that was not of her own doing. Her hips began to arch upward toward the giant black.
The bruised, battered walls of her rectal passage began to contract involuntarily as the sheer perverted wickedness of what she was doing began to rattle through her drugged mind. Her naked torso was coming to life, rolling and squirming from side to side, starting a slow deliberate rhythm as she slowly ground back up against his loins, impaled painfully with the whole long shaft of his black cock rammed up her quivering asshole.
Slowly, undetectably at first, the pain of this brutal, viscious attack was gradually subsiding, In its place the unfamiliar waves of wanton pleasure began to fan out from her battered rectom, rippling up through her belly, coming to rest in the bulging peaks fo her young tits, which were smashed beneath her upturned legs. Her toes curled tightly against the bottoms of her feet, opening and closing in perfect harmony with his long, slow thrusts that seemed to be coming out of her mouth. His cock slipped easily in and out of her tight, constrictive tunnel now, lubricated with the oozing seminal flow from the enormous, throbbing head of his savage rod of steel-hard flesh. "Oooohh. Aaaawww!
Oh, God! OH, God!" Her hands were on his mammoth black shoulders, her nails raking his tough flesh and leaving long wakes of red as she dug visciouly through his skin. A whirling melange of thought-pictures raced the screen of her mind, jumbled and confusing images of familiar faces in slow-motion, like a movie runnig on the wrong speed, slowed by the stupefying powers of the marijuana she had comsumed. She thought of her husband John – of what it would be like to be with him now, away from this frightening nightmare. Oh how much she wanted him to come and save her from this horrible degredation.
But other thoughts, other feelings, other sensations were bouncing around in her head, too. She recalled the many long, empty nights with John, those endless, agonizing nights when only a few moments of unbridled passion would have fulfilled the gnawing pain in her loins. Those nights, those countless nights, when she'd cried herself to sleep, clutching her belly to keep from screaming in anguish. Holding her stomach to quench the insistent pain in her loins, the recurring, all-consuming pain that John could have eliminated so easily…but didn't. Suddenly, something snapped deep inside her.
The pain was gone, completely kicked aside by the growing, savage animal passion that had stealthily slipped from her loins and taken control of her naked body. "Oh, God…it's so good! It's so good! Oh, shit, fuck me! Fuck my ass so hard!" A long, deep moan growled from her lips, her body arched hard against his pelvis. His long, thick cock rammed deep inside her asshole. She screamed again, wordless, gasping cries as a torrent of her own juices flooded from her ravenouly hungry pussy and drained down the narrow furrows of her buttocks, streaming in a white, warm wave over the huge black shaft imbedded deep in her rectum.
Spurred on by the sight of her orgasm, the Negro pumped into her anew, spreading the buttocks-cheeks of her naked, unprotected ass with his fingers to allow his giant prick even deeper entry to her forbidden, tightly-clasping tunnel. He pulled the immense shaft all the way out, leaving just the distended, pulsing tip to keep the tiny hole open. Then he rammed straight down, sinking deeper and deeper until his kinky-haired pelvis smashed against her naked, upturned ass. He could feel her struggling to get her legs wider, to suck his gigantic cudgel deeper into her belly, to swallow him up in the intense, raging inferno of her loins. Eleanor was now aware of nothing around her.
The room could have been filled with all her friends, all her relatives, and it wouldn't have mattered now. Suddenly she was lost in the animal raptures of pure, undiluted, savage passion, simple and primative. She imagined herself a helpless love-captive of this towering African above her, his to do anything with that he desired. Every muscle, every nerve in her trembling body was attuned to his rythmic, plundering thrusts that seemed deeper and deeper with every powerful lunge. She had become just an extension of his strong, black loins, just another instrument of the burning, savage lust now about to explode from his sperm-swollen balls.
He reached between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and the cushioning pillow, lifting her even higher, tilting her painfully upward so that the rapid, potent thrusts were straight down into her asshole.
She was insane with salacious desires! She had no control at all over her body. It was responding on its own, humping and writhing as the Negro bored mercilessly down into the tight, hairless tunnel of her rectum. And then it began to spurt! The heated lava-like flow shooting like liquid flames deep up into her bowels, blasting up into her belly, ripping through her hungry, receptive body in never-ending spurts. Over and over again the white flow erupted from the throbbing, blood-swollen head of the huge, black shaft, filling the cavernous hollow of her insides and draining over the tightly-sucking muscular ring of her anus, streaming in a warm flood down both sides of her creviced bottom.
It trickled in twin streams down her upturned back and down oover the hungry lips of her vagina, soothing the lust-inflamed passage with an oozing, viscous balm. When every precious drop had been milked from his thick, pumping penis, when every hot spurt had been sucked down into her belly where it mingled luridly with the sperm of the other man, he gave one last, gasping lunge, and pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her still tightly clenching anal grip, collapsing, exhausted, on the bed beside her. She knew she should feel worse than ever before in her life… that she should be crying pitifully from this horrible, filthy act of perversion she'd been forced to endure.
She knew she should feel abused and humiliated, lying prostrate at the bottom-most pit of wanton depravity, but she didn't. She felt nothing except the fullnes of her sperm-laden belly, the warm glow of satisfaction that had eluded her all these years. She couldn't help it. She would have been lying to pretend otherwise. She glanced through the slits of her blood-veined eyes and caught a glimpse of Cheryl, laughing and giggling like a teenager, pulling the other Negro down onto her squirming, tempting nakedness. Her tiny fingers gripped around the hardening shaft of his black prick.
She closed her eyes and drifted away…drifted as if in space, floating languidly through the hazy shadows of the long night.
THE REMARKABLE MASSEUSE
Late Thursday afternoon I helped my husband get ready for a long- deserved hunting trip. He had been working especially hard and needed to unwind tramping through the fields and sitting in duck blinds. I made a big thermos of hot coffee for him and packed a picnic basket full of sandwiches, fruit and homemade brownies. Friday morning, when I awakened, it was pouring rain. Raining harder than it had in a long time. I knew I was in for a long weekend. I decided to make the best of it. I went to my dance class, and then over to the gymn for a morning of strenuous workout. On my way home, I stopped at the video store and picked up some movies.
I rented a couple of film classics and a couple of love stories that I could watch and cry my eyes out. I also picked up an X-rated film about two women making love. This was a first for me. With the movies and a novel, I thought I would be able to make it through the weekend without being too bored. When I arrived home, it was still raining, so I put one of the movies in the machine. One of the games I play with myself when I rent movies is not to look at the labels. Just grab a movie from the stack and pop it in the recorder. I settled down on the couch to see what my first pick was. Well, it was a doozie! The first movie was the X-rated one about two women making love.
I watched, intently experiencing every second of this movie. The things these women were doing were very interesting. I could see why my husband had such strong fatasies on this subject. I was really beginning to appreciate why he got so turned-on over the mere mention of two women making out. I decided since it was such a long weekend, I would explore further. Several weeks before I had met a girl at the gymn who said she gave massages for $20 an hour. I felt that was a very reasonable price and asked for her card. When I finished watching the movie, I searched for the masseuse's card and gave her a call. We set up an appointment for Saturday morning at 10.
It rained hard all of Friday night, and it was still pouring when I awakened on Saturday morning. I took a long shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs immaculately and made sure that my shaved pussy did not have one stray strand. I set about to build a fire in the fireplace, as that is where I wanted my massage – in the living room right next to the fireplace. Not only was it raining cats and dogs, it was cold as well.
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Promptly at 10 am, my personal masseuse arrived with her portable table. We chatted while she set up her table and got everything ready. She told me that I could go and undress. I went to my bedroom and took off everything. I put on a terrycloth robe and purposely didn't tie the sash as I knew it would be coming off soon. I am a little over 40 and have kept my body in fantasic shape. I am quite small and rarely weigh over 113 pounds. My husband is a fanatic for a shaved pussy, so I keep it well shaved and glistening by rubbing it daily with baby oil. My masseuse told me I could get on the table now, and I removed my robe, stretched my lean body and climbed up on the table.
Her eyes never left my body. While I was out of the room, she had warmed the lotions and oils she was to use by the fireplace. The towels were also warming. What a wonderful massage this was going to be! The masseuse began by covering me with a towel and going to the end of the table to begin work on my feet. Many pressure spots in your feet tell you what is going on with the rest of your body. When she hit a spot that was sore, I asked what part of my body that related to. She told me that was my reproductive organs. They were in need. I have always had a very active sex life with my husband. We make love at least once a day.
Since he was gone, I had to use my vibrator several times, but it just isn't the same without your lover. I told her that I was highly active sexually and that my darling was on a hunting trip and wouldn't return until late Sunday. I also said, "I guess my reproductive organs will have to stay sore until Sunday night." She replied with a sly grin, "We'll see." My masseuse and I covered a variety of topics while she was working on my feet and lower legs. The video recorder was right next to the table and the tape was in the "eject" mode so you could see what the name of the tape was. Being a very alert lady, her eyes scanned the room.
They settled on the video machine, and she made a comment about the movie that was in the slot. I was rather embarrassed and told her that I had gotten the X-rated tape as a surprise when my husband came home. She asked me how I felt about two women making love, and I told her that after viewing the movie yesterday, I was becoming more open-minded about such things, especially during the absence of my lover.
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At that point, she was working on my thighs and her fingers would come all the way up to the top of my legs, expertly I must say, and dart back down my legs. I just laid back and started to enjoy this whole experience. Her fingers would come up my legs more rapidly and genlty pass my clit. I was beginning to get turned-on and I was getting slightly wet. Oh, this was heaven and I wanted more. I began to moan slightly, and she took the cue and placed her fingers expertly around my hooded pearl. The constant motion was more than I could stand and I had a huge orgasm right on the table.
With her fingers popping in and out of my vagina and playing with my clit, she began to move slowly up my belly with her other hand. The excitement was running through my veins. I couldn't wait to tell my husband I had taken this bold step. Before I knew it, I four rocking orgasms. This was utter bliss! She continued to move up my body withe her other hand until she was gently massaging my right breast. The she carefully laid herself at the end of the table and put both hands on my breasts. She began to lick me furiously while she massaged my nipples. I was absolutely going out of my mind. I reached down and began to play with her erect nipples.
Her breasts were quite large, with nipples that stuck out rock hard. I loved playing with them. I can't tell you how many orgasms I had at this point, because they just kept rushing down the pike. She slid up my body and planted a full-on kiss on my lips. I could taste my own pussy juices. She began to tongue me and writhe on top on my body. She then swung herself around on me in a 69 position so that I could lick her free-flowing pussy and enjoy the same sensation she was. I lapped away greedily, savoring every second of this new form of lovemaking. We were both writhing, licking, sucking and kissing. I licked her and she had a tremendous orgasm.
She came so hard and furiously I thought the room would explode. Just then, the front door opened, and I heard my husband's voice. He was home a day and a half early. I was too entrenched in my lovemaking to be able to leap up and at the same time I remembered how much he loved to fantasize about me with another woman. He came into the room to find two women, without a stitch on, sucking and kissing. The room smelled strongly of pussy juices. What a sight we must have been to my poor rain-drenched husband.
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He muttered something about don't let me disturb you and the roads were so rain-soaked he wasn't able to hunt, so he came on home. He was taking off his wet jacket and boots and I looked over at him dreamily and said, "Why don't you join us, darling? You can collect your birthday present." It didn't take much prodding, and my husband dove in. We were still in the 69 position with me on top. He began to lick at my cum-soaked pussy and fondle my masseuse's breasts. The fire was roaring and so were all three of us. I rolled over on all fours and put my ass up in the air. My masseuse straddled my back and thrust her breasts in my husband's face.
He took his thick, long cock and thrust it into my sweet, little cunt while he kissed away at her breasts. He shot a load that lasted longer than any he had shot before. I could tell that this was his big moment and we were both in ecstacy. I told my husband it was his turn now and to lay down on the table. He did so willingly. The massuese began to work with expert fingers all along his upper leg. His cock was standing at attention once again. I climbed up on the table and straddled his face so that he could lick some more. She began to slide her mouth up and down his cock. I wish that I could have seen my husband's face, but unfortunateley, I was sitting on it.
After a short time, he came again, and again, and again. I had really been missing something; something I was never going to miss again. With me still sitting on my husband's face, the masseuse moved up and began to kiss me and play with my breasts. We were both writhing up against each other, our bodiws swaying in motion. She lowered herself down on my husband's once-again erect member. We were rocking and rolling. Simultaneously, we all had the biggest orgasm that I can ever remember experiencing. When I got off the table and looked at my darling, he was laying there with a big grin and pussy juices all over his face. We both sang "Happy Birthday" to him.
He was really glad that he was home. Our masseuse gave us both an oil massage and then quietly let herself out the door. We both agreed that a massage was a "must" in our household expenses and that we would have one at least once a month or more. If you could see how lightly my sweetie walks around the house and how much he loves me, you would consider giving your man the same kind of birthday present.
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