He Fucks My Ass and I Pound Her Pussy

Title: “A Tantalizing Threesome: He Fucks My Ass and I Pound Her Pussy”

The room was charged with an electric tension, a palpable desire that hung bulky in the air. I lay there on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. Beside me, she was a vision of raging lust – thick, ebony curves, slick skin gleaming in the dim light, eyes darkened with want. He stood over us, his impressive manhood standing at attention, a obscene grin plastered across his face.

It began with innocuous touch – a brush of skin against skin, a lingering gaze. But it did not last. Hands explored, grabbed, groped, stoking the fires of our ardor. Tongues plundered, deep and dirty, spilling forbidden words of unbridled lust. Clothes were peeled away, barrier by tantalizing barrier, until we were bared before each other, our nakedness a beacon of our burning need.

And then, blissful Chaos. Lips met skin in a mad frenzy, hands roamed, greedy and avaricious. He, our master of ceremonies, laid atop her, his thick cock sliding between her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She bucked against him, desperate for his cock to impale her, but he held himself in check, relishing her whimpers of frustration. I, in the meantime, was feasting on her breasts, my lips and tongue and teeth claiming each dusky nipple in turn, eliciting throaty moans from her lips.

With a growl, he hilted himself inside her, stretching her, filling her so utterly and completely. She cried out, her voice a symphony of pleasure and pain, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. He began to move, his thrusts furious and greedy, his balls slapping against her ass. I watched, transfixed, as her tunnel clenched around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

But I was not sidelined for long. As he pounded into her, his eyes flicked to me, his lips curling in a filthy smirk. “Her ass, pretty boy,” he grunted, nodding towards her rear entrance. “I want to watch you open up that perfect little hole.”

My mouth went dry at the prospect. I had never been one for ass play, but the sight of her, pliant and wanton, helpless under his onslaught, ignited a fire in me I could not deny. I knelt behind her, my face level with her ass, and admired the tight ring of her anus. With a tentative tongue, I licked at her hole, relishing her shuddering moan.

I continued my attentions, rimming her with gusto, spurred on by her increasingly vocal responses. I worked a finger inside her, then two, scissoring and stretching, preparing her for what was to come. When I deemed her ready, I poised myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her hole.

With a thrust of my hips, I breached her, her tight ring clenching and unclenching around me. Slowly, gradually, I buried myself inside her, until I was hilted, unforgivingly deep. She shrieked at the intrusion, her body clamping down on my cock like a vice. But I paid her no heed, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of her ass gripping me like a velvet glove.

Together, we set a rhythm, our bodies slapping against hers in a wild, mindless cadence. He reached behind, his hand finding her clit, rubbing rough circles around the sensitive nub. Her cries reached a fever pitch, her body quivering and twitching, teetering on the edge of a monumental climax.

And then, with a scream that shook the rafters, she came, her body spasming violently, her ass clenching around my cock like a fist. I was undone at the sensation, my own orgasm ripping through me, my seed spilling deep inside her, marking her, claiming her, in the most primal way possible.

He, of course, was not to be left behind. With a roar, he exploded inside her, his cock pulsing as he pumped her full of his cum. She shone with the evidence of our lust, glistening and gllistening in the harsh light.

In the aftermath, we lay entangled, a mess of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. I pulled her close, nuzzling into her neck, planting soft kisses on her damp skin. He spooned behind me, his hand resting possessively on my hip. There was no speech, no need for words. Our bodies had spoken a language far more profound, far more intimate.

And so we fell into a sated slumber, our inhibitions stripped away, our desires laid bare. The night, we knew, was young. And we had only just begun our explorations.