Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 2 SeXStoRY

It was a minute after a stranger was done introducing me into an alternative lifestyle. I fell asl**p, wasted after the thorough introduction. I slept soundly through the night until the following day. The next morning, I attempted to get off bed to go to work, but my body was extremely sore. My rectum was really sore. Eventually, by mid-morning, I slowly managed to get on my feet, go to the bathroom, take a shower, and prepare and go to work. I took it easy during the day at the project. I spent the day mostly walking around the water plant and construction site. I avoided sitting as much as possible. By the end of the day, I felt much better. Nonetheless, I went straight to my room and laid back for the rest of the evening. Ever since mystery guy walked out the door the evening before, I could only think of him. I would have invited him for another beer. But I felt my ass was still too sensitive. While exciting, my breaking may have been a little too rough. However, I would not have changed any of it. Actually, I was looking forward to experience it again. The next day, I felt much better. My rear muscles were more relaxed and the sensitiveness was minimal. Another busy day went by under the intense sun at the project. After work, I decided to spend a couple of hours at the beach, and lay back. My plan was to continue enjoying Culebra Island’s endless summer and maybe get lucky again. Sporting my only beach trunks and sunglasses, I took my bottle of water and dragged my beach chair back to my usual spot. The friendly couple from Baltimore was there. Gwenn and Hank were just lying back on a towel over the sand; sl**ping and relaxing under the ocean breeze and Caribbean sun. A few minutes after my arrival, she woke up, sat up, looked around and spotted me. Her face lit up a wide smile and joyfully waved at me. My heart jolted when I noticed she was that excited to seeing me. I happily waved back. Remembering when I met the couple earlier that week at the resort bar, I noticed Gwenn was actually quite funny and looked very nice for her age, which by her tales, I calculated she could almost double my age. She was wearing a scantly, but sexy 2-piece black bikini. Even though she was showing a wee-little bit of extra padding on her body, Gwenn sported luscious lumps and curves in all the right places, including an exceptionally and beautifully round ass. She reminded me of an athlete or fit individual who had strayed away from her workout routine for while. However, my favorite feature was Gwenn’s sweet face and perverted smile framed by her naturally-curly, black hair. Gwen just kept staring at me with predatory, green eyes. Her savoir fair was undeniable. She looked at her… companion? …Hank, making sure he was still asl**p, and then turned her wicked stare back at me. That was when I remembered… hers were the sneaking eyes prowling through my door while the stranger was having his way with me two nights ago. My eyes widened as immediate reaction; then, I could not help but to look down to the sand in embarrassment. After realizing that run was of no use and that there was nowhere hide, I breathed deeply and looked back at her. I could tell she knew what I had just realized. She laughed silently with half her face gracefully covered with her right hand and a whole bunch of black curls. She began to mocking me with exaggerated, lewd imitations and a few obscene, yet disturbingly sexy gestures, which included tongue, fingers and all face contortions possibly conceivable. I could only watch her, with blushed face, in a perplexing mix of annoyance, delight and amazement. The delicious attraction I was experiencing overcame anything else. She kept looking at me with her hypnotic smile. Her charm was overwhelming. I could not help but smile back at her. Her sweet smile, exotic contours on the sand, sun-tanned skin, her pitch-black, curly hair, long-lashed green eyes continued picking my brain apart. My mind was racing and my bulge, slowly building. When she was through with her silly act, she blew me a kiss, winked at me, and finally went back to lay her sexy body face down on the sand. She seemed to have fallen asl**p short after. I kept staring at the smooth waves come and gone. After several minutes, I had calmed down and the little angel on my right shoulder finally showed up and knocked out the little devil on the opposite shoulder… for the time being. I could not stop thinking about Gwenn, but I did not want to be improper to the couple. True, she was blatantly teasing me. Nonetheless, Hank seemed to be such nice guy and it felt incorrect to stare at his woman the way I knew I was doing. Hank was a grayish bearded, tall – way taller than me; I am 6 feet tall – black guy, probably about 50 years old. He had crew-cut hair, hazel eyes and a handsome smile. He sported a huge belly, which made sense after seeing more than 15 empty beer bottles on the counter in front of him the night I met them at the bar. He seemed like a seasoned traveler and a well educated person. He had a few interesting tales and could talk pretty much about anything. I remember looking into his sage eyes and calm demeanor, and my mind drifted for a second or two. I recall at some point of our conversation wandering about all the placed this guy may have been. How did he learn all he knows? Where else has he traveled? He had a strong posture. Military? He knew a lot about sports; even a few ports celebrities. Was he an athlete? I thought he may have been a football player. Was he hung? …but that is when I snapped out of it. It turned out that he was a college professor. Actually, they were both college professors from a community college in Baltimore on a little escapade. And yes, he had been a football player during his college years. Anyhow, I was tired and I did not want to keep looking at them sl**p do I left the beach and went back to my room. I took a shower and lay back on my bed to watch TV. As usual, I had my banana and yogurt for dinner and after two episodes of Law and Order, I was ready to call it a day. I looked at the door. Once again, the door was not fully closed. What was it with the freaking door? I thought about calling the front desk for them to send someone to come and see if there was something wrong with it. But I never called. And I felt just too lazy to go close it. But was it laziness really? It seemed like in the end, the little devil got his sweet revenge on the angel. The former was sitting merrily on my shoulder; the later I never saw again that night. Twenty minutes into the third straight L&O episode, I a saw a shadow through the door gap. I noticed those familiar green eyes just like ones from two nights ago. My heart skipped a beat, but I managed to keep my cool. I only smiled. The door opened slowly. I instinctively put the remote control aside. Gwenn stepped into the room and completely shut the door behind her. It was obvious that she had just stepped out from the shower. Her dripping-wet curly hair cascaded around her fresh face and cat-like eyes, and over her shoulders. She only wore a minuscule black, microfiber tanga and a fairly thin white cotton camisole. By the time she walked from her room to mine, her drenched hair had made her camisole wet enough allowed for her generously full, firm, round, perky, and yet-natural breasts, featuring a couple of succulent dark-pink, very happy nipples, to be printed and clearly and deliciously visible. Gwenn walked towards me, dropped a huge flower-stamped beach bag on the floor, next to the bed, and climbed on the bed. I did not move, her eyes ordered me not to; and I was happy to oblige. Other than my boxer-clad crotch, which looked already like a tent, the rest of my body was static. Using the same impulse to get on the bed, she propelled her left leg over my body and set herself on top of me. As her warm and soft crotch conveniently landed on mine, she flowed with the motion to lean forward, nearing her face to mine. She squeezed and sprawled her heavy, beautiful breasts against my bare torso. Her yummy nipples pierced my chest. An instant later, we were kissing. Hank’s face sprung up in my mind. My conscience was betraying me. Hank was such a cool dude, and here I was in the brink of fucking his woman. What if he learned? How would he react? He was a nice guy, but what did I know about him? What did I know about these two people? He was a definitely big guy. Damn, how jealous would he get if he caught us? Was he violent? He was a football player! My sense of guilt… no my sense of preservation built an urge to push her away from me. But, I felt how wet Gwenn already was. Her fleshy pelvis and thighs rested on my hips. My bulge and loins felt the energy exuding from her moisten, hot and tender womanhood. My boxers were already damped. My body shivered at the feeling of her. When I saw her beautiful face nearing and her sweet lips met mine, I closed my eyes and let myself loose. Screw Hank. I put my arms around her, pulling her body against mine. The mix of our mouths felt like having a symphony in my head. Her warm lips and tongue melted unto mine. A mane of exotic curly hair fell and covered all over my face and head. In passionate rhythm, our sweaty crotches rubbed and grinded through the thin fabrics of our undies. We kissed deeply. Minutes into our lust fest, Gwenn reached below with her hand and pulled my boxers aside. My cock jumped out and immediately began navigating the broth between her legs, looking for the way to follow the channels traced by the contours and crevices of her flesh. My cock was so hard, I did not have to use my hands to push aside her slobbering panties and push my way into her. Her head curled back; her back arched. I pressed my eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling of her inner-flesh warmth and wetness engulfing my manhood. I was solid. She sat back, letting my hard dick penetrate her strip-line trimmed, hot, wet pussy as deep as possible. The rest of her body set down on my lap. I felt all her plush inner-leg curves molding against my pelvis and her fleshy ass settling down on my hamstrings. She sat straight up with her face looking at the ceiling. She spent delicious time grinding and rocking her slippery pelvis against mine; savoring my hard cock impaling soft inner flesh. My hands instinctively reached up to her chest and started untying the wet camisole bottons, but after second one, I just pulled apart the rest of the buttons, ripping the camisole apart and throwing it away, and exposing her bobbing, round tits. Immediately I reached to them. My palms delicately pressed and squeezed on her bulbous pom-pom-like appendages; my finger tips felt how swollen and hard her nipples were. Gwenn shut her eyes while her face alternated sensual expressions and shapes. She sweetly compressed her wet lips into a thin line, partially sticking out her tongue, leaving its tip exposed; then, opened her mouth to gasp for air; then, grinded her teeth; to a simple grin of pleasure. She exquisitely moaned as the rest of her body revolved, danced around and adjusted to mine. She rode my cock masterfully. She pulled me up, making me sit straight up on the bed with her still bouncing on my lap. She threw her arms over my shoulders and around my neck, burying my face against her chest and my temples between her bulging breasts. Her fingers were tense; her nails stabbed me on my back. Her strong arms pressed my face so hard against her amazing chest mounds that I could barely breathe. It took all my strength to provide my head with enough space to bring my face to slide to her left breast and begin sucking and licking it while my other hand caressed, squeezed, teased, pinched and pried the other. Our bodies connected with primal heat and passion. Her sweated torso rubbed mine. Her wet pussy slid up and down wrapped around my cock like a well-oiled machine. After a while, she pushed me back again and continued riding me like a rodeo cow girl. My hands never lost contact with her bumping breasts. I kept pumping her round tits and pinching her pink nipples as her body rocked back and forth. Our pelvises continued grinded hard. I finally dropped my hands down to her hips to support and make sure she kept up with her fabulous effort. Gwen’s amazing green eyes glimmered and her wide smile was filled with lust. We were breathing heavily with outstanding pleasure. After several minutes, she pulled me back up again, and threw her arms around my neck, trapping my head again. Her body bounced hard on me. I threw my arms around her waist to help her strokes. She was showing some signs of gasping and tiring, but she would not give up. My head was dizzy. I felt I was close to cum. Her intensity was increasing and her moans were now more segmented and louder. Her body movement shifted; her pelvis was rocking back and forth at incredible speed. Regardless of her pussy strip line and my short pubic trim, there was no friction between our sweat-and-fluid coated crotches. Accelerated rhythmical, funny, sexy, wet sounds along with breaths of exhaustion governed the room. Our embrace was tight. Eventually, her deep breathing turned into moaning. Her laments reached a higher pitch tone with each breath. Her eyes and mouth were opened wide, as if all the oxygen around her was depleted. My mind was racing at her primal sounds. I was about to come. I wanted to come. But I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, bit my lips and squeezed my sphincter tight in a dire effort to hold it in. I had to hear her come first. Suddenly, she jolted. Another jolt a second later. Half a second, and another jolt. And then another. Each spasm was faster and stronger, until her body became a living earthquake as she let out an elongated guttural cry; her face howling at the roof. That was my queue. I let go; arched my head and neck back; clenched her waist; relaxed my sphincter; and my balls exploded, sending a jet-stream of passion inside her. After an entire minute of exorcising convulsion, her body collapsed on me; her face, next to mine. Her wild hair, slick with sweat, covered half of my face. Our bodies did not move for other than the spasms we experienced every few seconds and the deep inhaling of air we took to regain our breaths. After several minutes, her head, covered by an insane mane of unruly hair, slowly lifted. Through it, I could see her sparkling green eyes and a devilish grin. I was almost scared. She regained the top position, leaned forward and kissed me. Her flowing pussy melted on my semi-limp cock. I barely cupped her breasts before she grabbed my forearms and took them above my head. I was impressed of how much fire she still carried after such an intense session. I was still regaining my energy; however, by the strength of her grip on my arms and the sinister smile hiding under the shadow of her wicked hair locks, I knew she had already recovered. I had not noticed but a she kissed me, she may have reached into her bag and retrieved a set of handcuffs. Before I knew it, she had tied my wrists to the rack at the head of the bed. Instinctively, I pulled my arms; I tried to free myself, but it was already too late. From being utterly excited, I quickly became totally scared. In the realization that I was being restricted by a woman I did not know much about, I could look at her with a puzzled look. "You are mine", she said swiftly squinting her cat-like eyes. "But don’t worry sweetie, you will enjoy it". With all honesty, I thought that what she was saying was quite creepy at the moment. But any discomfort only lasted until she leaned forward again and continued kissing me. After a while, her wrestling tongue in my mouth melted away any worries I may have had aided by. Once she was done brainwashing me, Gwenn, with a sinister grin, slowly slid her body back towards to the base of the bed without breaking eye contact with me. She positioned herself in all four, her knees bent and spread to both sides of her body, and her face between my legs, which she calmly opened wide. I did not offer any resistance. Her hair was blocking some of the view, but I felt her intentions. Her moist lips and tongue softly kissed and licked my flaccid dick. A few minutes into her sweet service, it evolved into a sound blow job. My cock grew quickly. When she had me solid again, Gwenn surprised me by shifting her maneuver. In a sudden but firm movement, she dug her hands under my two legs, grabbed them at the back of my knees and opened them. She kept her face between them. The caressing of her wild hair between my legs added to the excitement. Her wet lips and tongue tasted my groin line very slowly while she gently massaged my balls. She alternated on sucking on my skin with kissing and licking it; sometimes lightly, sometimes hard. I quickly grew fond of her plucking my tender flesh between the groin and my balls with her vacuumed lips. It sent such strong shivers of pleasure to my brain. She traversed her lovely mouth from one side of my pelvis to the other, and then back. She also paid attention to my inner thighs, hamstrings and even my tummy, but always avoiding my ever eager genitals. I really wanted to feel of her wet, soft lips on and around the swollen head of my dick, and along my hard shaft. I was growing desperate, but she kept skipping on them. Her taunting was getting difficult to stand, especially with my hands bound, which restricted my movements and reactions. For interminable minutes, she teased my pubic peripherals, not allowing her mouth getting near my cock or sack. Eventually, Gwenn stopped at my popping perineum, which she sucked and plucked aggressively while beginning to swiftly jerk my cock with one hand, and my balls with the other. I wanted to feel her lips on my manhood, but at least she was sharing some needed attention on my yearning parts. I exhaled in relief. I looked down at her and I wanted caressed her head; let her amazing hair massage my hands and flow through my fingers. But any attempt to reach at her resulted in tug back above my head as my hands were still handcuffed to the head of the bed. I was dizzy again when I felt her tongue finally reaching my ball for the first time in a long time. I did not think my cock could get any harder. She continued to stroking it gently as she savored my hard balls. She licked my balls up, down, sideways and around. Then, she engulfed them in in her wet mouth. The stroking of my shaft increased. Her lips and tongue came back to work on my perineum again, but it was a brief stop; following act, she grabbed my legs again by the back of the knees of my already-very-open-and-very-welcoming legs, slowly lift them and ran her mouth south. Another shiver bolted down my spine. My nipples tingled with the pleasure of expectation. I moaned long and softly. The touch of her moist, slippery tongue running along my desire-burning ass crack overwhelmed my brain with delight. Up and down, slowly. Up and down, quickly. She would alternate pressure intensities at random; then, narrow her range of motion in harmonic oscillation until homing in on my throbbing hole. My body involuntarily danced at her sweet rhythm. With her hands now pressing, massing and pulled them apart my tender cheeks, Gwenn slowly licked my ass. I instinctively kept my legs raised and apart she could work her twisted magic on me. She continued licking my hole with round motions; then, really fast tongue-flickering waves. Her strong hands released my cheeks and went back to grasp my hamstrings, pushing my knees almost to my chest, surrendering my entire ass to her snout’s will. Her tongue suddenly tensed and probed my hole. The tip of her tongue swiftly intruded my ass looking to reach deep inside as much as possible. She licked and flickered inside my rear tunnel looking to reach as far and deep as she could. My hips would rock involuntarily. I could not contain my muscles. The sensation of her wet tongue teasing my ass was unbearably good. I wanted to jack off at the pleasure of Gwenn’s mouth on my ass, but I the binding on my writs denied me my self-gratification, and most probably my quick, impassive, and now I understand, unnecessary culmination. The restriction made it worst, which was for the better. Her claws pierced my hamstrings. Her face ripped apart my ass crack. Her anxious, warring snout battled my skin as if the mad woman attempted to enter her own body into mine. She muttered wild, muffled sounds like a wild a****l devouring its prey. When she was done eating my ass, she slowly retrieved her face from my ass. My anal invade suddenly halted. It felt sore and wet. My face was drenched in sweat. My head collapsed back, but my hip was still raised with my knees up and wide open to the sides of my chest. I was gasping for air. My pulsing rectum was gasping for something else. Gwenn’s face hovered over my crotch for a few seconds; studying, deciding what she would dine next. After she regained her breath, she brought her lips to my fully swollen balls and began to kiss them; I remember them being very sensitive at that point. She licked and played with them for a few moments. Then, she began moving her wet lips north. She ran her wicked tongue up my hard dick until reaching the tip, which she kissed. Cupping and gently squeezing my balls, she opened her watery mouth wrapped my cock with it, sliding her lips all along the solid shaft until stopping at the base. She threw her left hand up to my head, and her middle finger reached my salivating mouth. I took it in and sucked until it was dripping; all that time, keeping my cock up to her throat. The pleasure was overwhelming. Even more so, when she retrieved her finger from her mouth and placed it softly on top of my quivering asshole. She did not, however, push it in right away. In flicking and circling motion, she began to rub my throbbing button. At the same time she kept massaging my balls with the other hand and sucking my dick. Then, on one f***eful suction, she pushed in my cock all the way into her mouth, grabber my swollen balls gently but firmly, and pushed her finger deep into my ass. I moaned loudly, my arms tensed, still restrained over my head, my legs trembled and inevitably, I opened my eyes wide and formed a big, silly “O” face. Gwenn’s head was perfectly placed between my legs. My cock was throat-deep into her overflowing mouth and her fiddle finger was making sweet love to me, when suddenly, I thought I heard the bizarre sound of a door opening. Trying to get back into my senses from my mind-bending experience, I in fact noticed that the door of my room had indeed been abruptly opened. To my wakening surprise, a familiar, huge silhouette appeared at the door frame. All calm, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He made sure to lock it before walking towards us and the light of the room confirmed my biggest fear. It was Hank. I freaked out. I tried to free myself from the handcuffs by wildly pulling my hands and arms, but to no avail. He had a serious look, but when he passed by her, he just spanked hers ass once, then let the hand slide along her back up to her head where it went through her hair. Gwenn barely noticed him. I looked at her for a second; she looked at him briefly with a lusty look and continued sucking my cock. Had I been standing up on my feet, my jaw would have dislodged from my head and fall to the ground. I stopped my futile fight to get myself free. I was trapped inside a room, handcuffed, entirely naked to a bed with a totally crazy bitch sucking my cock and finger-fucking my ass, while her small-medium-size-bear boyfriend, wearing an "I Love Culebra" t-shirt, “Happy Face” boxers and leather sandals, informally observed us. I closed my eyes, clinched my teeth and waited for his massive hand to form a punch and slam it down hard on my face. I was resigned. Gwenn kept pumping my dick deep in her throat and she had now inserted two fingers in my ass. Was that her sick way of letting me know I was doubly fucked? Interestingly enough, and regardless of my immediate predicament, she had managed to keep me very hard, even though I knew for the last minute that the next seconds could very well be my lasts. Hank broke the ice. "So this is what you've been up to, huh? ... you, whore!". Worried, I opened my eyes trying to think what I could possibly do to stop him from hurting her. Nonetheless, to further my surprise, Hank was not clenching a fist or raising his arm in v******e. In fact, he had already removed his t-shirt and taken off his boxers, exposing an enormous cock hanging limp in front of my face. I open my eyes even wider. I was in awe by the sight. It was still only limp and it already looked huge! Then, I looked at him. He was definitely and totally focused on me. I sheepishly asked. "Are you talking to her?" "Oh!" He replied with a devilish grin. "I already know she's a whore in bed, my dear boy. But I just discovered that you are one too!" From the somber and seriousness aura covering Hank when he entered the room, his face and voice had suddenly switched to a disturbingly sensual mode. Bending and forwarding one knee first; then the other, he climbed on the bed, getting close enough for him, holding the shaft his huge penis between his fingers, to swing and hit my face, nose and forehead with its fat head. "Don't worry my boy” he said with a Don Cornelius-like voice tone. “I can see she's having a great time. And I know you are as well. And believe me, I'm not the jealous type. Just relax and enjoy it. Let's all have a good time" I finally began sinking in what he meant. I could not deny that his shaven, monster cock looked appetizing. In addition, he was actually a pretty handsome and cool guy. And Gwenn had definitely had made a remarkable job at keeping me hard and around even after being scared shitless like I had been a minute before. Even at that moment, she kept servicing dutifully my manhood while inserting a third finger. Still, mixed feelings invaded me. I had never engaged in this kind of multiple-joy experience before. But given the situation, neither one of my guests were giving me much of a choice. What could I do or say? So with resolve, I relaxed, turned my face towards his impressive, vein-protruding manhood, and opened my mouth in acceptance of Hank's huge cock. Hank directed his still semi-flaccid cock into my cunt-mouth with one of his huge hands and grabbed the back of my head with the other. In a fraction of a second, the golf ball-sized gland was already meeting resistance at my throat. Nonetheless, he kept pushing. My instincts ordered my hands to open my airway only to be reminded of my restriction. Inevitably, I began gagging and my eyes started to well up while Gwenn continued savoring my balls and fingering my rectum dutifully. I could do nothing to alleviate the fact that the former college-football player was totally raping my face other than to relax with the aid of Gwenn’s service. At least, his low voice moaning was a good signal that he was enjoying it, and for my safety’s sake, he was happy with me. Oh yeah, I could definitely feel him growing happily inside my mouth. After a few minutes, He was fully, or close to fully, erected. By then, I had assimilated that unnaturally long penis into my throat. I still felt a little gagging, but I had relaxed enough to be able to widen my larynx muscles as much as I could and time my breathing. Also, I produced as much saliva froth as I could, because it helped sliding that aberrant thing sliding in and out. And I pretty much had an idea what was eventually coming, so I better had that damn thing well-lubed. All of the sudden, Gwenn stopped her sweet fingering and the licking and the savoring. Following act she, removed her fingers from my ass. I felt a hollow and sadness as I felt her getting out of the bed. However, Hank never stopped impaling my face. He even had begun rubbing my chest, almost as if trying to ease my disappointment. But then, I heard an odd noise; tinkering noise. It sounded like me looking into my back pack; a lady looking into her purse. The bag. The bag Gwenn took the handcuffs from. I remembered she had come into my room barely wearing anything but carrying a huge beach bag. She had dropped it next to the bed right before jumping on me. I worried for a moment. What could she possibly be looking into that bag? What is she planning now? Was she all about safety? Maybe she was looking for a condom. I tried to look, but Hank’s huge frame and monster cock impede my sight. But I thought it was all futile. I mean, unless she somehow fit a truck pneumatic in that freaking bag, it was not going to work. It was difficult to make out what she was scheming without sight, but by the plastic crumpling, stomping, quick muscle movements, light clanking and zipping, it seemed to me she was done with us. For a moment I feared she was done with me and was dressing up to get out. She was going to leave me alone to be ****d by a small SUV. But then, I noticed he turned to her and asked her “Are you ready?” “I sure am!” she said in excitement. “And he is too!” As I felt her climbing back up on the bed and taking a place again between my legs, Hank gently retrieved his humongous dick from my mouth and moved a little to the side to allow me to look at Gwenn. She was totally naked except for a black belt covering most of her genitals. However, my eyes widened in panic when I saw her massaging black rubber cock protruding from the front of her leather belt. It was not as big as Hank’s cock, but it pretty much surpassed my male standards-issued gift. A condom covered the phallic prosthetic and she was rubbing a glistening substance all over it. It looked like some sort of gel or ointment, but it didn’t smell like anything I could recognize. It didn’t smell at all. “I’ve been saving this little surprise for months to play with someone as special as you, Manny.” She said with such a genuinely cute and happy voice, but somehow it contrasted with her intensely insane look in her eyes. “We’re so glad we found you… I’m so happy I found you”. Again, I tug my hands for freedom, to no avail. I looked around only to see Hank and Gwenn’s lusty looks on my. I was their prey. I was trapped and my body was at their mercy. It was for their pleasure to take. Seeing me being speechless and with jaw still hanging after seeing her about to return me the fucking favor, literally, Hank, once again stuffed all his immense package into my mouth. As I continued bobbing my head around Hank’s delicious penis, Gwenn, once again, grabbed my legs by the back of my knees pushing them to the sides of my chest, opening my entire pelvis, elevating and spreading my ass cheeks, and exposing my stretched ass crack and already widening hole. Expectation began to build about the way she was going to use her surprise on me. Then, the chilly, cool touch of her two fingers on the rim of my sphincter took me by shock. It felt so nice to feel whatever she was applying to her toy on my sore, burning hole. It truly felt refreshing and even tantalizing. I liked it. At that moment I thought that regardless of their wacky or depraved looks, Hank and Gwenn hadn’t done anything I regret. Even thought I still was a bit more worried by the fact of being restrained a couple of people I didn’t know that well, all they had done so far had been very interesting and it seemed like they both knew well what they were doing. I have to accept that I was kind of exited, even if a little bit fearful, the first moment I saw Hank’s elephant-like dong. Servicing him orally at his will like that; and looking the whole crotch up close and absorbing the scents of it; all of this happening in front of his girlfriend, who was such a sexy fiend, was becoming quite an enticing experience. After considering briefly that two days before I sexual perspective totally different from what I was experiencing at that moment, I decided to let go. I had to admit I was really getting the kick of it. Regardless of the fact that Hank was already so erect that less than half of his cock was left out of my mouth while it still reach the deepest reach of my throat, I could see that I was pleasuring him. He didn’t seem to mind; he probably expected. Now I can tell, he was driven and getting off from the fact that he was dominating a total stranger into his selfish desire. I was his bitch, and I was having fun being it. I guess he was honest about him wanting to all of us have fun. Hank reached again for my chest again. I may not have hidden at all how much I enjoy chest rubbing. He started delightfully pinching my hard nipples. “Don’t worry sweetie, you will enjoy this” Gwenn was spreading her magical ointment inside my rectum. “Trust me, you’ll like so much what I’m going to do to you with this strap-on that you will not care for future girlfriends who do not sport it” Somehow, I believed her. Her careful touch inside me as she tried reaching as deep as she could felt so revitalizing and good. I certainly felt more at ease. Even though they basically had me trapped and restrained against my will initially, they were actually careful and gentle with me; almost nurturing. And most importantly, their faces told me they were truly enjoying me. I remember thinking that as much as I enjoyed my aggressive breaking at the hands of the stranger two days before, the experience with these two felt more relaxed. A lot had to do, I guess, with the fact that I knew I was not only pleasing one individual, but two really sexy ones. Once I began letting go and enjoying it the experience, I didn’t feel any stress again. I loved submitting to them. I was on my back and Hank and Gwenn were doing pretty much all the work on me. And it all felt really good. My neck felt a little stiff so I laid it back. Hank accommodated two pillows under my head. Then, he leaned forward placing his big gut on my forehead and heavy crotch on my face, and impaled my throat with his long, thick rod. Me unable to move my head back and forth, he assisted my service to him by pumping my face from the top. His cock tasted so good. Gwenn presented the gland of her synthetic dong on my sphincter. It was already pulsing again, but this time around it wasn’t as tight as before. She had made sure to spread it and lube it good. She introduced it carefully and slow, but not too slowly. It was fine, since she had prepared me perfectly for it. She did me gently in the beginning, picking up a pace; setting a rhythm. She massaged my hamstring, legs and torso, warming me up for building me up for the fun part. She also caressed my balls and eventually grabbed my dick and began jerking me off. A minute later, both, Hank and Gwenn were fucking me on from both ends. Both reached a point where they were banging me almost jumping on the bed. I thought for sure it was going to collapse. With my hands tied to the top of the bed, I had no position or intensity control. I was at their mercy. My body and holes were theirs to do as they pleased. All the pumping on my ass, the banging in my throat, the thick smell of passionate bodies in heat, the protrusions impaling my abused orifices, and the displacing of organs, pressuring internal and external glands, fluids and gases shifted inside me, and the created friction on tender tissue surfaces inside and out, overwhelmed me with delight. I was dizzy with pleasure. Hank, as he fucked my face, kept rubbing my chest and pinching and prying my hard nipples. Gwenn, while fucking my ass, spanked my hips and thighs and jerked off my dick tirelessly. Several minutes after they had turned my sweated body into a deranged battlefield of grinding flesh and skin, I was already read to cum. However, this time my mind was so fuzzy assimilating the scent and fog of such a sensual war, I didn’t have much strength or control left. Almost as quick as my urge came, I arched my back, my rectum muscles contracted and exploded. I moaned so loud I was probably heard at the bar. Gwenn’s hand kept pumping my releasing cock, prompting strong bursts of my seed shot onto my chest, face and even Hank’s gut. My body trembled and shivered she drained of my strength. Spasms riddled my sphincter as she slowly retracted her amazing toy. I relaxed my leg, arm and neck muscles and collapsed. I don’t think I passed out, because I felt them disengaging every poker they had from my abused holes; but I was so exhausted I think I lost control of my body temporarily. I did hear them talking about how intense they thought it was our little play was. They wondered if they had been a little too rough on me; if they exceeded it; if they had scared me. But she discarded the thought; she reminded Hank the punishment she had seen me taking a couple of nights before. “I assure you, sweetie, he can take it” she said with all confidence. Hank said he found my face pretty funny when I saw her trap-on and that we looked so hot while she was banging me. He also commented on how cute and well-formed my ass was. She had mentioned it already, but he thought she was exaggerating. Gwenn, in turn, commented that he looked sexy forcing his big dick into my perplexed mouth and forcing me into orally servicing him. And they both coincided that I looked amazing when I came under the overwhelming assault. And she validated his comments on my little, sore rear. She thought the complexion of my butt and legs were so sexy; even almost feminine looking. She was talking about considering inviting home for Halloween as an excuse to try some on skirts on me and stuff. I don’t know; whatever she was saying, for some reason, he was agreeing with the idea. Well, I do not remember much of that conversation and it certainly felt weird and fuzzy. I felt there was a lot of movement too. I think I heard them while they shifted positions. They definitely were moving me around for their next fetish. What I have from that transition was a vague memory. Anyhow, once I began regaining my bearings and catching my breath, I noticed I was laying on my right side almost in fetal position with my head resting on Gwenn’s lap. “Oh my god sweetie, are you alright?” She asked chuckling. It sounded distant thought. “For a moment I thought you fell asl**p” I think the sweet scent of her drenched crotch may have woken me. It was exhilarating. My senses were still trying to adjust. “Are you OK baby? Did you like it?” I nodded by moving my head positively and only said “Uhm” I just wanted to lay there on her lap and rest, so I remained with my eyes closed. A good thing was that she had untied my hands from the bed. The bad part is that they had now handcuffed my hands behind my back. But it didn’t matter much. I had gotten used to being restricted, and at that moment it felt good to be calm with my face so close to her. Her hands were rubbing my head. I reciprocated her by caressing her thigh and waist. Her soft hand touched my face and my lips and her strong finger from her other hand ran through my hair. Strong fingers. Hers were not strong; they were quite soft. Where was Hank? My eyes opened wide; my restricted hands inevitably attempted to freed, but trying was futile. When I looked over my shoulder, he was already right above and behind me. He was kneeling behind me; his big gut pressing all over my left hip and thigh and his crotch dangerously close to my ass, in position and ready to impale it with his mighty skin-lance, to which he was making the final lube applications. The next instant, I felt the beginning of the sudden, yet paused invasion of Hank’s cockzilla up my sore anus; however, he had only allowed the gland of the head in. Regardless, it felt like someone was about to rip my ass apart with a baseball bat. I jolted, clenched my teeth and shut my eyes hard. My fist gabbed tightly to the linens of the bed. On my reaction, Gwenn held me by both of my shoulders, trying to pin me down. Hank’s huge left hand was now covering and grabbing my entire left ass cheek, pulling it away to allow his rod free easier access for his rod into my abused hole while he controlled the rest of my body by holding my left leg and leaning forward his body to excerpt weight on mine. “Easy, easy, my dear boy. Stay calm” He said with his soul-singer voice. “This will only hurt in the beginning, but it will be OK. I think you know that by now, right!“ Oh, Lord, how many people already knew a guy had had his way with me already, I remember thinking. But I couldn’t really think about that at that time. I needed to focus on how to deal with the searing pain I was experiencing on my hyper-extended sphincter. We both lay still for a long moment. He shifted slowly, his heavy hands holding my body into position at the same time as he caressed and rubbed me. “You know, Manny, you have a very nice ass. Very perky and well formed” “Very tight too! When I was fingering you were so tense!” added Gwenn with another chuckle. “I truly enjoyed so much munching it, Manny. Really, I was telling Hank I couldn’t believe how such a beautiful-looking ass like yours have not been fucked before” “I was also telling him how much it seemed to hurt you and how much you squealed when that guy fucked the other day, but also how much you were enjoying it. I thought your face was unbelievably amazing” I just kept my eyes shut, tried not to move much and kept holding on to Gwenn. Even thought I know they were trying to help me through the strain and make me feel look about my “looks”, at the time I didn’t found amusing what they were saying about my silly ass. However, I have to admit that hearing Gwenn’s tender voice and having my face against her warm and soft skin felt soothing, and helped me deal with the pain. Eventually, I managed to relax my rear muscles. My ass had warmed up pretty good already. Gwenn had done an excellent job stretching it with her generous strap-on dildo, although Hanks colossal prick was a definitely thicker and way longer. She smiled and put her soft hand on my face. “Ready sweetie?” she asked reassuringly. I nodded positively and she signaled Hank to proceed. Hank’s upper body shifted back as he slowly pushed his pelvis forward. The next instant, his entire body leaned forward and from there, he allowed his weight to do the rest of the work. I felt al his massive erection plowed up all through my ass, displacing away rectum tissue in all directions almost to tear tension. All the air escaped my lungs; my mouth opened, but a sound not much more like louder than a muffled exhale came out; my eyes almost popped out of my face; and again, my hands strongly clenched the linens in fists. The pulses of pain immediately crashed into my brain. It hurt. It really hurt. Hank stopped at the end of the initial push and let it sit there unmovable. Regardless, the pain caused me to let roll out a tear. We did not move until after a couple of minutes, when hank, recoiled his virile reptile-like appendage. It gently crawled out only to begin slowly creeping in back again immediately after. For the next two minutes, I took deep breaths as if by doing that all my body could accommodate all the invading f***e. Gwenn lovingly rubbed and caressed my face with her soft hands while Hank slowly repeated the same measured motion. Slowly and progressively, he increased the range and intensity of the movements. And ten minutes later of me shrieking and gasping; of him stopping, re-shifting body weight, position and speed, caressing, rubbing, pulling, prying and controlling, and moaning; and of Gwenn laughing; Hank was full-fledge fucking my ass with his humongous cock. With his belly spread all over my left and exposed side and supported with one hand on my left hip and the other between my lower left thigh and knee, he pushed in and pulled out his thick rod into and out from my already assimilated, weathered and stretched hole. His long shaft and all around my hole glistened with lube. The wet, bubbly sounds coming from the friction of flesh flowing in and out of my tender, stretched body and the blasting of his spanks were very sexy. My left cheek was red with the mark of his huge hand. It was branded on my skin. While a bit painful, the sting of his heavy hand, along with his continuous moaning, was increasingly arousing. Hank had been right. After a while, the spearing of his cock into my ass did not hurt much anymore. To the contrary, I was enjoying it. I was relaxed. The punishment into my ass had become an internal massage. The spanks was the like a tasteful spice on a delicious meal. The body sounds and our moans were the hypnotic background music. Most of my senses were in sync with the lascivious and delightful environment but one. I stuck out my tongue and moisten my lips. Following act, I turned my face to the fleshy thigh my head was resting it and began kissing it. The kissing turned into licking, which turned into slobbering. Gwenn’s reaction to my sudden attention on her tender skin reflected almost immediately on her hand’s movements on my face and hair. Her caresses turned more intense; what at some point was head-rubbing became hair-grabbing. Noticing how difficult it was for me to move my face to her pleasure, she shifted her position and began directing my head, leading my face in one direction with each stroke of my wicked tongue. Where as she was initially sitting with a knee up and her other leg’s thigh served as a pillow for me, she had carefully lifted my head and shoulders to dig out her leg from under my head to a position where both legs flanking my head. Gwenn had totally laying on her back, with her legs now converging in “V” shape and funneling my face to her glorious heaven. I didn’t need my eyes; her legs, her ferocious hair-grabbing hand, my nose, my tongue and shear lust led the path the origin of her magnificent scent Even Hank, as busy as he was behind me, observing her desire and my effort, supported my objective. While arduously drilling my ass, he grabbed my hips and easily raised my pelvis, position me bent over on my sufficiently spread-open knees (I could not support being on all four because my hands were still handcuffed behind my back). The new position allowed my head to rest between Gwenn’s legs, and still conveniently placing my banged up rear to the high of his sweaty, dutiful crotch. Seeing that everybody was happy, he then continued enjoying his f***eful back and forth motion. I could tell he very comfortable in this position better. His thrusts were stronger, the travel of the swing was longer, the smacking of his ball between my butt-cheeks and legs was harder and his sweet moaning was louder. I loved this position better as it allowed him more reach access to his hands on my body. And I also like the feeling of my balls freely dangling back and forth, and the slapping of my dick on my stomach sue to the violent movement Hank excerpted on me. He was doing a great fornicating me from behind and he knew he definitely was nicely taken care of, so from then on, all I would have to do was to focus on eating Gwenn’s molten and dripping snatch, where her insane and desperate hands had buried my face. I felt her right hand pressing the top of my head, pushing it hard against her widening, crimson slit. I even think I heard the nails of her other hand scratching the wall behind the bed, above my head. My head was definitely trapped between her legs. I felt my neck crackling a couple of time, but I continued focusing on my meal. It was a bit difficult to fight her f***eful grip, but I was able to provide me with enough space to lick, kiss and munch away her soft, fleshy and juicy pussy. Fighting her fury of lust, I f***e my tongue out to battle her raging and slobbery crotch. When I was finally successful on finding her solid clit, I started working and playing with it. I deliriously sucked, flickered and teased on it. She began rocking and grinding her pussy on my face really hard. Oh, it was beautiful! At some point I ventured at glanced for a split of a second and managed to observe at us three on the mirror. And the image was amazing. Hank looked so imposing fucking my ass behind me that you can probably say he was using me as a masturbation device. I was just there, handcuffed on my back bent over, letting him get his way with me while I ate his girl’s pussy. Although her swollen clitoris was poking my nose and lips so hard at the moment that it was hard for me to tell if I was eating her or if she was actually fucking my face. But regardless, by the way her skin shivered, her legs clamped my head, her hips contorted and the disturbingly sexy foul-mouth language she ushered, I took that her mind was blowing away. She moaned heavily. My entire snout was sunk down into her overflowing pussy. Then, for an instant, instants after I had begun fucking her pussy with my tongue, she opened wide her knees and raised them almost to her chest at the same time she was pinching and rubbing her nipples, temporarily freeing my head and face. This reaction caused her to lift and expose her heavy ass cheeks flesh. Not wasting an instant, I literally buried my face on her ass crack. I brought my pussy-moisten tongue and lips as deep as I could and began munching, toothless-biting, sucking and tongue-teasing her ass hole for as long as my air reserve permitted. It was difficult given the bit of resistance her fat, giggly butt cheeks, but I have to day that that was a very good part of the fun. After discovering I had an ability to hold my breath I didn’t know I had, I released my head and allowed my face tor e-surface for air. But I know I didn’t have much time. And as I suspected, she yelled “No!” Then, a second later she reached between her legs, grabbed my head by the hair, lifted her pelvis, and once again, buried my face into her ass crack. Thankfully, that second, was enough for me to grab enough air to stick out my tongue and begin drilling her pulsing sphincter. Her scent and taste were exhilarating. I wanted to bring up both hands to handle her luscious curves, folds and crevices. Hell, I already so hard that I just wanted to grab her, turn her around and fuck her amazing ass. But I just couldn’t; damn cuffs! So I just kept working my tongue into fucking her ass as Hank continued fucking mine with his monstrous dick. After a few minutes, her movements became erratic and her moaning considerably louder, even after thinking it was not possible. Still grabbing me by the hair, she pulled my head up and my mouth landed again on her throbbing, hot pussy. I went straight for the kill. From there, I committed my tongue to her clit and never stopped flickering, sucking and tickling on it till the end. As Gwenn increased her intensity, I felt Hanks reaction deepened in the opposite direction, but probably for the same reason. His moaning volume had decreased, but it had turned into a constant, threatening humming. Somehow it seemed to me like the eye of the storm. His hands, which all this time were hovering all over my; caressing and massaging back, and pinching and smacking my hips, thighs and ass cheeks, were now strongly clasping my forehands tied behind my back. The oscillating speed of his pelvis diminished, but I sensed the trembling inside his body charging; building up in him. Suddenly, both Gwenn and Hank’s body stopped and tensed at the same time. I closed my eyes and mentally braced for the blast. A second later, she went off. The uncontrollable trembling and shaking commenced. She let out a guttural howling that shook the room. I could feel her pussy, and even her asshole, pulsing without rhythm. Her pussy cascaded her sweet flow all over my face. The instant after her explosion, Hank roared like I imagine a wild bear would. His grip on my forearms was so strong that it was cutting the bl**d flow to my hands. He pumped his huge cock with such a fast, deep and furious pace on my ass that even though I was already used to the punishment of his meat ripper inside me, the f***e he excerpted was knocking the air out of my lungs again. I swear I heard Gwenn banging against the wall with her free fist. Her right hand pressed my face with a strength that overcame mine. Her strong thighs pressed my head so hard that, had not been for the sweat covering her entire body, they would have ripped my head off. At the same time, I felt the jet-stream of human seed pumping from Hank’s marvelous testicles and flowing though his manhood into my hole. He built up fast in my rectum. Between Gwenn’s breathing-blocking flesh plugs and aggression, and Hank’s severe banging and quick void fill up, I could barely breathe. With their primal instincts steadily receding, their savage sounds turned into panting, and eventually Hank stopped, carefully retrieved his large penis from my rectum and slowly laid back next to us. Gwen extended her legs, closed her eyes, exhaled heavily and went limp. Me… after waiting for a few seconds looking around me, making sure no one else was going to sexually assault me from any unconceivable angle, I collapsed on top of her.