She kissed her with the clear drop from her husband, their tongues now rolling, Mistress pulling away. Her head was near her ear, whispering to my wife, Melanie responding by nodding, she let out a half-laugh, half-cry and began reaching upwards. Her hands met the length, opening and putting both around it, holding the large member, still not covering it entirely.
“Mmm Puella, taste,” Mistress Lace said, my Melanie rising to put her lips around the thick head, a few inches only going in her mouth, taking in more clear fluid. I watched as her tongue slid under the head and around it, running laps and then moving her lips on and over the large head.
“Oh, Puella, that’s it, thats it” I heard Mistress say as she stood and began to ride her riding crop, pushing it between her legs and moving over her pussy.
Melanie rose off her back and allowing Larry to straighten and push it back into her throat, finding immediate resistance. She’d deep throated me just a day ago, that was 4-5 inches shorter and not as thick and that cock now dripped a flow of precum as I watched her try to demonstrate her ability, barely getting half of it inside before going back to giving head.
“Mmm, you’re a good little cock sucker, my Puella, but will you fuck him?” Mistress Lace said. I saw an eager nod “no” from Melanie, I thought it was a no. “Oh, but you’re sweet, innocent little-dick Thomas will never know. I’ve kept all my secrets so far, right Infans Puella?”
There was a slow, reluctant ‘yes’ nod then Mistress asked again, “Tell me, you desire suck a dick. You felt it’s power in your mouth. You want it inside, turning your insides to scrambled pleasure. Don’t you Puella?”
There was a pause and then another slow nod ‘yes’.
“Ah, but not so easy,” she said. “Tell ‘Vir’ (larry) what you want.”
Another pause, then she spoke meekly, “Ahh, Vir, I wa…want your..”
“Puella!” Melanie said sharply. “Ask him to fuck you hard!
“Fuck me HARD!” She exclaimed, her eyes now open as she moved around on her hands and knees. Her head hung down now as she looked back and then forward as if into my eyes and said without prompting. “GODDAMIT FUCK ME HARD!”
“AHHHHhhh” she exclaimed as I saw Larry (Vir) rocked forward into her pussy, her eyes closing and her head collapsing on her arms. Larry reached down and grabbed her hips, still inside her, as it looked like she passed out, her body limp in his mammoth hands.
Mistress moved to the front, giving Vir a ‘hold up’ sign with her hand and then Melanie’s head shook a little, coming to and immediately rising to her hands.
“Harder,” she said meekly, regaining her strength pushing back against him, “I SAID HARDER VIR!”
Vir thrust forward, Melanie’s head dropped as she clasped her hands, her body straight, her hips in his large hands. He drove forward hard, then back, hard then back.
“Uhm, uhm, Mmh, OH!” she exclaimed as he found a spot. Her body shook, breasts bounced, he took fast pull backs, thrust hard and then there was a sinking in before he started again. I admired her strength, the toned muscles on her back pushing and taking the drive of the bigger man’s hips. “Hell-yes MISTRESS! Oh, Oh, Oh.”
My cock was screaming hard and at one point I though I might cum as she looked up, hair messed over her savage face, teeth gritting, his large hands moving to her waist and pulling in deeper. She opened her mouth as she breathed, moaned, cried out. Looking over her shoulder, seeing her man/beast entering her again and again.
“Tell him how much of a man he is, Puella” Mistress Lace said in the midst of the flesh sliding, slapping and smacking. Mistress Lace was playing her like a piano, creating erotic music for my benefit, my wife submitting to cock in front or me. I was eager and anxious to here her.
“You’re so good, Vir, SO FUCKING GOOD!” Melanie said looked back at him, her hair falling to that side, I could see her breasts dangling, her hands now over each forearm. I was SO turned on as she said, “YOU FUCK ME LIKE NO OTHER!”
“Mmmm Puella,” Mistress Lace said walking towards me, grinning from ear to ear at me and the partition separating our worlds. Her hand now buried in her snatch, she bent back a little I could see her rubbing over the swollen walls, inserting fingers.
“Tell him how pathetic her man is, how much more of a man Vir is, TELL HIM!” she screamed at both of us at the same time.
“Mmph, Mmph, Mmph, Your COCK is so big, TWICE. Oh, oh Mmph, YES! YESSS!” She exclaimed as an orgasm snuck in as he was still working to get all of his inches inside her body. “VIR, YOU ARE AHHhhh, AHHhh, AHMAZING! HOLY FUCK!”
He had pushed all the way in and held her, finally there, he had worked her open, doing as little damage as possible, now his hips were smacking her arse as he began to pump and fuck her with relentless rhythm for his pleasure.
“YES! YES! YES! YES!” Melanie cried out climaxing again, improvising on what she knew they wanted to hear, not knowing how much it rocked my senses. “YOU ARE MY MAN, VIR! FUCK ME FOREVER!”
The next few minutes was filled with audible pleasure and pain from the lips of my wife, sending my cock and my sensed into erotic overload. There was scent now, perfume, pheromones, sexual fluids as the smack and sucking noises, echoed in the cellar dungeon.
Her eyes were closed looking ahead, bracing each thrust, her body normalizing the size, her stamina now reaching it’s limits.
“Oh, OH, OH, OH, AH, OH, AHHH, AHHHH,” She exclaimed then scream. “OH VIR I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!”
He pulled her to his hips and held her there as I saw his head kick back.
“YES! I FEEL IT! FILL ME! VIR! FILL ME! You CAME with ME!!!!” Her screams were frantic, her eyes now open looking at Mistress Lace. I saw, her hate, love, fear, desire, pain, pleasure for Mistress all one look, Melanies mouth agape, eyes closed again, a small smile appeared, her head swayed back and forth, her body being pushed slower and slower.
He pulled back a little and thrust again. “Ohhhhhh,” Melanie moaned and her head dropped.
“Be ready to clean Vir, my Puella,” Mistress Lace said and moved towards them.
He pulled out, and it was like taking a dipstick out of a car engine, slow, long and you thought it would never end coming out. I could see it now, glistening with my wife’s juices, as she had dropped to the floor, and turned as soon as it released her body from it’s length.
She spun on the floor and was below it, her lips milking the shaft, caressing the head as she sucked. She pushed her tongue out and to the slit, letting it dribble on to it as her hands moved to the base and pushed out the milky fluid, feeding her.
Melanie then stuffed the softening member into her mouth, getting over half rolled and pushed together before releasing it and then licking around the base. Her scent and flavor had to be covering his shaft and her mouth ingested all of the sexual wetness.
I saw my wife’s destroyed backside, her cunt still open from the penetration, light hitting her hole, his cum leaking out of her and down her leg. She was now on her knees, hands on his thighs, kissing and caressing.