Filled - Part 2. . .
c.2001, Miriam M. Wynn
Another few weeks had passed and he knew that she continued to see David. He continued to play tennis with David, off and on.
On Saturday he came home from a day at work. He had warned Marya earlier that week that he’d be working long hours and possibly for the weekend. On unlocking the door, he found the house in near darkness but could make out the scent of alcohol and the disarray of a meal and some drinks. He thought he saw a coat in the shadows, in a lump on the floor by the coffee table.
He set his briefcase down, and remained silent. Shutting and locking the door quietly behind him, he listened. He heard muffled noises.
Then, the clarity of Marya’s voice.
“I know it frightens you, darling, but I’ll only do what I do because I know you really like it. Alright?”
A muffled response.
“I won’t hurt you. Everything I do to you will feel good.” Her voice was indulgent. Timothy heard her moving, bare feet on floor. Cabinets opened and closed. The only light in the apartment glowed from the edges of the bedroom door, mostly closed, but not all the way.
This time Timothy stood outside his own door.
“Mmmmph!” He heard a sound of shock and then listened. Something sounded wet.
“Like it when I lick you there, don’t you?” Marya murmured.
Timothy touched his finger to the door and it moved an inch. He saw a leg, face down, tethered with a white slender rope to the far corner of the slatted footboard. He heard the snuffling of breathing. David was gagged.
“Mmmm, you dirty boy, you taste so sweet, you bathed everywhere just like I told you to, didn’t you?”
The muffled response was short and encouraging.
“Mmm, every dirty nook and cranny.” Low moans. Timothy heard her licking, and tried to imagine where her tongue explored.
David tried to speak again. She apparently understood him easily around the gag. After a few more garbled noises, she answered.
“He’s at work today, working late and all week, don’t worry.”
Timothy made out the sound of a light slap, brief, but it didn’t sound like a hand on flesh.
“I’ve got a surprise for you honey.”
Followed by moans. Timothy pushed the door open all the way. The hinges did not give him away. Before him, Marya knelt naked on the bed. The mattress was stripped of everything but the fitted sheet. David was tied loosely to the four corners of the frame, and Marya had her fingers within the crack of his ass, lubricating him. She looked up. Her eyes brightened when she saw Timothy, but otherwise she ignored him, continuing.
Her finger slid around and around David’s puckered anus. It then slid in. David tensed.
“Baby, we talked about this. Loosen up.”
He obeyed her. “That’s a good boy.” She sighed appreciatively as her finger made it’s way in to the first knuckle, then the next. When it was in to the hilt she stopped, and kissed the rise of David’s ass. She then eased her finger out. David’s low noises of arousal and pleasure echoed around the room as she slowly pulled herself out, his ass pointed to the air, at her mercy.
She reached to her side. A collection of toys was piled on the edge of the bed. She chose a slender dildo. She sucked on one end of it, and traced it along the edge of David’s ass.
“Ready baby?”
He gave a shaky sound of affirmative. She teased his anus with the tip of the dildo, and then began to push it in. David gave a low, echoing grunt of a sigh, but accepted it. She fucked him with it, slowly. Timothy stood in the doorway, watching, eyes caught on her movements, on how she delighted in watching David’s ass rise and fall to the push and pull of her toy. Her breasts were not small, but not full enough to swing as she moved; nipples pointing up and out, a breast pressed against her arm as she turned toward her prone lover, concentrating.
Timothy saw David’s sex, flashing for a moment as the man rose and fell against the bed. It was large and hard, the sac of his scrotum plump and reddened with arousal, bouncing with his movements. His ass worked beneath the tip of the dildo, receiving.
Marya then pulled the toy out, and reached for a black strap on dildo very similar to the one he had seen in the video. She put it on.
“David,” she said. He lifted his head, blindfolded and turning to her voice.
“I’m going to ungag you. And then I’m going to untie you. But you are not allowed to remove the blindfold. Do you hear me?”
He nodded, nostrils flaring, breathing hard. She proceeded to do what she promised. When he was untied, he remained on his stomach, waiting for her command.
“Get on your knees. And turn this way.”
She took hold of David’s hips and directed him. The pair were now both sideways on the bed, in full display for Timothy. She reached for a small bottle of lube, slickened up the dildo. Her hand stroked it. She looked down at her false sex intently. Her eyes rose to meet Timothy’s. Her graceful fingers squeezed the black length. His cock, still in his trousers, answered with a throb. Marya then bent low, and eased it between David’s legs, and against his sex.
“You feel how hard I am, baby?” She murmured, taking hold of his sex from around his side, her fingers slick. He moaned.
“Marya-“
”I want to come inside of you, David, I want to fuck you just like you fuck me, is that so wrong?”
He shook his head but was obviously worried.
“Come on baby, it won’t hurt. I’ll tickle your prostate and make you come so hard you won’t know which way is up.” She sighed this, and he shuddered, as her false cock rubbed against his. She then eased back, and poised before him, took the tip of the dildo to his anus. She held it there for a moment, and in the hush of anticipation, looked up at Timothy just as she pushed in.
“Oh my fucking god!” David cried out, yelling before catching his breath to squeal, but Marya did not let up. She eased further in, and when she had filled him to the hilt, licked her lips, watching Timothy’s hand as it moved to his crotch. She smiled.
“Yes baby, call his name, and tell him just how good it feels.” Marya leaned forward and began to pump into and out of David, while Timothy watched, breathless.
The climax came hard and after she had teased David to no end; the man had gone to pressing his cheek to the bed, grasping the bed with one hand while he squeezed his own sex, grunting as she did him. Eventually, he came, rising up again as she cooed, pleased, working him while his penis shot cream, onto his chest, the bed, his hand.
Shaken, David pressed his face to the bed again, and Marya teased him, easing out as if she would release him, but sliding back in again, one more time. She did this a few times before finally releasing him, and he lay there, thoroughly spent, while she removed the dildo, smiling at Timothy, who’s hand lay on his cock, fully exposed from his pants, still red and unrelieved.
“Mmm, that was good,” she said, lying down next to David to kiss him. He sighed beneath her kisses, then turned away, starting to reach for his blindfold.
“Ah-ah-ahh, I didn’t give permission,” she said. Her voice was stern, and David paused. Her eyes rose to Timothy’s and he put himself back in his pants, and backed away from the door.
“Now you can,” Marya said, her voice smiling after Timothy.
He left the apartment. He wandered in a nearby shopping district, and returned three hours later, unaware of the time. He was hard the minute he entered the door.
In the shadows, he stood waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Candlelight flickered in the bathroom. He walked purposefully, tossing his coat to the floor, undoing his neck tie. He found her sitting in the tub, humming, soaping up her arm, lit candles dotting the bathroom window sill and decorative shelves. The walls breathed with the yellow light.
“Tim!” She greeted him, glancing up in surprise. He didn’t answer. He walked to her, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and brought it to her face. He then took her by the back of the head, gently but firmly, and the look in her eyes, wide and shocked, seemed dark, fathomless, willing.
Her lips wrapped around him. He finally sighed, listening to himself fill the room, looking down to watch her work at him, her lips, her teeth, water glistening on her skin, sloshing over the edge of the tub, her breasts rising to the top of the water, all of her wet, hot, sucking. Her elfin black hair curled, ethereal, around her ears.
It wasn’t enough. He released the pressure on her neck, opened his eyes, breathed.
“Stop.” She stopped. She looked up at him. He stepped back, and lunged.
He had not really made a conscious decision. But being in her mouth was not enough. He took her forcibly from the tub by gripping her just under her arms, ignoring her shocked cry, the yell of his name. She called it once, and said nothing else, her feet slipping on the tile floor. He yanked her up, carried her as if she were a bride, to the bedroom, to the bed, thrust her down, tore off his clothes.
He realized she might construe it as rape. But she did not fight him, and he had no intention of stopping to ask permission. He couldn’t get his shirt off all the way. All that mattered were his pants and shoes and boxers. When he was free he lifted her leg and pushed in, leaning back, watching himself as he entered her. His cock was horrible in its arousal, red and engorged, filled with blood that pumped, pumped, and her eyes, wide, her mouth, gasping, he watched, disbelieving the both of them, as she gripped her breasts and screamed, begged, egged him on, his cock pounding, the room shaking, the two of them making noises together that the two of them had never made before.
He awoke in the middle of the night to her sucking on his flaccid cock. But the more her light, whispering breath caressed it, the more she moved beneath the sheets, the more it woke.
“Marya?”
“Shh,” she hushed him, and she moved around beneath the sheets, licking at him, to pull away. She teased him, and he waited, silent, listening, feeling. She pulled away, then came close. His eyes stared up at the streetlight and moonlight glow on the ceiling. It was hot under the sheets where she moved, out of sight. Sweat formed in the line of his back and he felt the beads begin to slide down to meet the line of his ass.
Then, pressure. Something slick, but not flesh. He held his breath. A slender, round ended object. He felt her tongue licking at his shaven balls, which he kept shaved at her request, as she kept her own sex trimmed. The sensation made him giddy, helpless, and he sighed, relaxed, at just the moment that the object - probably the dildo she had first used on David - began to ease in. His voice caught in his throat.
“I’m going to fill you,” she whispered. Her voice was heavy, sleepy. He knew she promised this in general, forever, not just now, that from now on she would do things to him just as she had to David. He felt himself choking, and shuddered.
“Hush,” she replied, and the dildo pushed, pushed, and her mouth, wet and hot, suddenly consumed his cock so that he yelled, helpless, filled with her toy and pushing into the limits of her mouth, to the back of her throat, taken and taking.
She sucked him like this for what felt like hours, the toy sliding in and out, a pressure that made him drunk, made him question his sanity, made him forget the time, the day, anything but her mouth on him, his sex in her, and the sensation of being filled.
The next weekend he played tennis with David again but it seemed David wasn’t as confident and full of easy camaraderie and bravado as he’d once been. He seemed slightly wary, as if he were too deep into something and upon Timothy entering his line of vision, the smile he’d mustered faltered. He played a bad game, and after it ended, left looking more defeated than a simple game would have required.
“Sit down there, for me, Tim,” Marya said one Saturday evening, standing in the bedroom doorway. He was halfway between changing, the clothes he had worn earlier in the day removed, the t-shirt and pajama bottoms he’d been about to put on lying on the bed ready to be put on.
Marya pointed to the heavy, squat easy chair that filled the left corner of the room, by the reading lamp and table where either would occasionally read. He looked over at it.
“Why?” His hands hung at his sides.
“Because I want you to.” She sounded completely reasonable, in her plaid flannel men’s shirt over the white v-neck t-shirt underneath. She wore shorts and thick thermal socks. It was Autumn. Her face bore no make-up and she was pure then, fresh-faced, a flush to her cheeks and her eyes sparkling.
“Ok,” he said. He moved toward it.
“Help me push it nearer to the bed first, though,” she added, suddenly, and he paused, looked over at her as he made her way past her and the edge of the bed. He nodded, and together they pushed the chair closer to the middle of the bed. She arranged it so that there was a slight slant to it, and plenty of room to walk around it.
“Ok!” She patted her thighs with her hands and watched him. He sat down. She smiled. She then moved to the right to walk-in closet, and disappeared inside it. He heard cabinets opening, closing. She called to him.
“Close your eyes!” He obeyed. “Don’t open them until I say!”
He heard her move into the room. He listened to her feet slide across the wood floor. He felt the air stir in front of him. Then, something rough slid around his naked ankle. Rope.
He leaned forward.
“Stop!” Her voice was commanding, as commanding as it had been with David. He hesitated.
“Please, Tim. Do as I ask.”
He wanted to obey her. But he also wanted to watch her. Watch her tie him down.
“Can I watch?”
A silence. A bit of a sigh from her.
“Yes.” He couldn’t tell if she were pleased or not. When he opened her eyes, he found hers staring into his, once again inscrutable. Dark and planning things he couldn’t possibly guess at.
He kept his eyes on her, watching as she tied a small bit of rope around his ankle and the short wooden stump of the front chair leg, a Scandinavian design that was very square and very simple with a slight angle to it as if it aimed for the stars. It was a chair you couldn’t fall out of.
Both ankles were secured. She had a longer rope, and she bent down out of sight. When she rose up, the same piece of rope seemed to have been looped beneath the chair, each end in a hand. She then secured each end to a wrist. She turned away, moving to the standing chest of drawers by the far wall. Open, close, rummage. She returned with her arms full of the toys he had seen her use on David.
“Ma-“
”No talking.” She looked at him firmly. She then removed her outer shirt, and took off her socks. She threw her clothes, and his, into the hamper in the walk-in closet. She then took up a rubber ball instrument. As she approached him with it, adjustable wings held by the fingers of each hand, he realized what it was.
“Just like David,” he murmured, forgetting. She gave a full, wet little smile. He knew she was anticipating doing all the things she’d done to David, to Timothy.
She placed the gag on him. His mouth filled with the rubber ball, which had some give, so it didn’t hurt. It tasted fresh, and he realized, in afterthought, that it had been a different color. The one she’d used on David had been dark red. This one was black.
Silenced, he stared at her. She stood in front of him and pulled off the t-shirt. Then the cotton shorts. Beneath them she wore feminine, casual lingerie. She walked past him to the phone on the other side of the bed. She picked it up and dialed. He watched. On the other end, someone spoke.
“Hi, it’s me. Come over. Yes, now.” She hung up, and looked at him. He began to fear who she had called. Her face had a glow, an expectant brilliance to it. She gave him a secretive smile.
While she waited, she sat down on the bed, then rolled onto her stomach. He had a full view of her on it, her legs spread, her flesh poised, nubile, fresh and smelling faintly of her crisp and lightly citrus perfume. Her bare toes wiggled, and her left leg lowered. She was within touching distance. Her shin landed on the edge of the chair arm, and her ankle hit his wrist. He raised his fingers, finding that the rope could slide forward and backwards, but that was it - he didn’t have the distance to raise or lower them. His thumb brushed the bone of her ankle, and she gigged, rolled over, looked over her spread body, raising herself up on her elbows to look at him.
She said nothing. Eventually, the doorbell rang. She got up slowly, and walked slowly out, so that he could see every inch of her. Prolonging the torture. He knew who was at the door.
He strained to hear the clicks of the door unlocking, opening. Feet shuffling. Low voices, muffled. Door shutting, more clicks. Sound of a man’s shoes. Then her, at the bedroom door, eyes entirely aroused, and behind her as she stepped in, David.
David wore khaki slacks, a white undershirt, and a button-up shirt over it. He looked at Marya. She smiled, licked her lips, and stepped back, waiting. She didn’t even have to say it, but she did.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, wetly, and David began undressing.
He took off his shoes first. The overshirt. He pulled the white undershirt out of the pants and tossed it to the floor. He unbuckled his brown leather belt. Marya watched, wide-eyed. She then turned and walked a few steps, and sat on the arm of Timothy’s chair. His fingers brushed the flesh of her bottom.
David was down to his briefs, now. He was hard, and Timothy’s eyes watched the strain of the man’s cock, closer than he’d ever seen it before, and approaching. David looked at him, and his expression was a cross between understanding and neutrality. He would do whatever Marya asked.
“I want him to see every inch of you,” she murmured, and she knelt. Her small hands tugged on the band of David’s briefs, pulling them off. He stepped out of them, his penis springing from the fabric. His scent, of soap and skin and mild cologne, filled the space between all three. The cap of his sex drew Timothy’s eyes. It rubbed against Marya’s chest through her bra. She smiled, pulled the edge of the bra down. She then drew the penis to her, and before Timothy’s chair, rubbed the tip slowly across her hardened nipple. Timothy held his breath around the gag.
David’s hands hung at his sides, but his fingers squeezed the air as Marya’s tongue flickered out. She teased him, as she had Timothy under the covers. She looked up at him, then, sideways, to Timothy. The look on her face was unrepentant. She enjoyed making him watch.
“Watch me, Tim,” she whispered, and her lips parted. Her mouth took David in, one hand wrapped around the stalk of his sex, her other kneading slowly at her breast. David moaned, his hips working lightly as she sucked at him. Timothy, unable to do anything but watch, watched, his eyebrows furrowing, his body burning up at the sight of his lover’s mouth wrapped around another man’s cock mere inches away.
She eventually pulled away from David. He then took her by the waist and put her on the bed. His sex was well lubricated and hers had apparently been working on its own; after David eased her panties and bra off, her smell filled the room to mingle with his.
Timothy watched, a couple of feet away, as David sat beside her, easing away her leg so that she was fully exposed.
“Use a toy,” Marya panted, and he complied. He found a small pink dildo, slender but nubbed, and with one hand parted the lips of her sex. With the other, he drew lines in and around her pussy, the hole slick and sucking lightly at the tip of the dildo as he eased it in. He looked up at Timothy, and a smile, wicked, spread across his face.
Timothy whimpered. David’s smile widened, and he then straddled Marya on the bed. His cock and balls hovered over her as he spread himself down, in a 69 position, Marya’s pussy splayed wide for him to feast on and for Timothy to watch. Timothy heard Marya licking. David’s expression melted, and with determination, he bent his head to her sex. But he was well aware of Timothy and didn’t take his mind away from his plan of torture; with the dildo in his left hand, he teased her hungry hole, holding her still with his right hand gripping her inner thigh from beneath, elbow resting on the bed. With is tongue, he toyed with her clit, his lips occasionally sucking on it.
Her moans of response made Timothy tense - he watched her bucking, listened to her grunt and suckle at David, while David continued to pleasure her.
“Oh yes, you little fuck, suck it, suck it like that!” She commanded, and after quite some time of this he eased away, lower face wet with her. He looked down at her, and she smiled up at him from the bed, as he set away the dildo.
“Mmm, you want more than that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” David replied, his voice gruff.
“Do me from behind,” she said then, and she got down on all fours, as she had before, again sideways.
David knelt, then eased himself into her. She wiggled in response, and he pushed all the way in, then began to pull out. The slow thrust began to give way to a steady slap of hips, as her ass pumped backward to meet him. She reeked of arousal, of juice, of sex, and Timothy saw her breasts bouncing hard, heard the jilting rhythm of her breath, and wanted nothing more than to be David, buried inside of her, fucking hard so that she looked like this, a voluptuous doll of flesh at the end of his hungry cock, wanting more, wanting it forever, wanting it deep and hard and rough.
The force of David’s thrusts had her pushing her face into the bed much as she had done to him the last time Timothy had watched. David gripped her little hips so tightly that he pressed the flesh, and Timothy knew that there would be bruises later. Sweat formed on David’s skin, began to wet Marya’s hair, and still, they fucked on, the bed bouncing beneath their wait. Marya’s teeth flashed, her lips worked, as she grimaced, breathing hard, her eyes catching on Timothy, tied to the chair, and her face melting again and again into pleasure.
David abruptly stopped, and eased out. Panting, Marya looked back at him, pussy expectant. Timothy stared at David’s cock. It was flaming, slick and corded with veins, his balls tightened. The other man took hold of his cock near the tip and leaned over Marya. It was clear where he was going. Marya stilled, holding her breath. As David pushed in to her asshole she began to moan, clutching the sheets. Timothy looked down at his sex. It pushed forcefully against his boxers, and he could see a bit of his flesh peeking through the crack. A wet spot had formed on the cloth.
On the bed, he could see the flesh of Marya pulling with the force of size and suction on David’s cock. David made monstrous noises, straining inside of her, noises that filled Timothy’s ears and mingled with her screams so that it was all he could do to concentrate, to see, the sounds alone were driving him crazy with arousal.
When it was time to come, David pulled out, Marya squatting so that her ass and pussy gaped wide, and her lover spilled his semen into the crack and the hungry nether mouth, the cream dripping, overflowing, oozing into and along her. She reached her hands back and spread herself for him, and with his tip he rubbed the liquids in, painted along her, squeezing the last bits of himself out with a shudder and a sigh, before finally sliding away, to lay down on his side.
Moments passed, and Marya rose and left the room. She returned with a bowl of warm water and a wet cloth. She wiped down David thoroughly, and appeared to have rinsed herself in the bathroom. Her sex gleamed, freshly clean, the dark hairs pointing in a triangle down to her center. She set the bowl and washcloth down out of the way and climbed onto the bed. David leaned against the headboard, waiting.
She smiled and moved to Timothy. “Poor Tim’s been having some trouble,” she murmured, and she knelt down in front of him. He stared down between his legs at her, watching her lips as she licked them, her fingers reaching inside his boxers. His sex speared the air, thick, long, and hard. Her smile grew wider.
His lashes fell as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, ponderously, the wet, slick sounds a rhythm of their own against his breathing, the drum of his heartbeat in his ears. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a movement. David loomed behind her, and knelt. Timothy’s eyes watched her lips and tongue on his sex, then rose, to see David fill her again. She sighed in approval, the rhythm of her sucking echoing the slow thrust of David inside of her. Timothy watched David’s groin meet hers from behind, saw the ripple of the man’s muscles as they tightened in his abdomen. He watched David’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and then, found David’s face. It was slack, and his eyes were fixed to Timothy’s cock. This made Timothy harder. Marya cooed in surprise, gagging down onto his cock as she sucked, and David, aroused further, grabbed handfuls of her ass and squeezed. She shrieked, and sucked, and the wet slapping of her sex began to sound.
It went on like this, and Timothy squirmed beneath her. But she pulled away, eyes wicked, and then came the slippery squelch of David’s sex leaving her. She sat down on the bed, and looked at the two of them, hectic and wide eyed. She looked at David, then at Timothy’s sex.
“Suck him,” she said. David stared at her. Timothy’s eyes widened. She nodded, and said it again. “Suck him. Good.”
David looked at Timothy. Timothy began to shake his head, slowly. Then David’s eyes fell to his sex.
Timothy was still shaking his head when David leaned down, braced his left hand on the cushion beside him, and hovered over his sex. Timothy saw his lashes, his lips, the large agile fingers, the curve of his masculine shoulder. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be, and yet, it was.
David’s mouth took him, his mouth working over him. He was just as hot, if not hotter, than Marya. Timothy whimpered, tears coming to his eyes, squirming, but the squirming only worked to make the fellatio feel better. He heard Marya sighing encouraging, her words, but beneath it all his own heavy breathing, the wet sucking sound of his cock in another man’s mouth. It felt delicious.
“Tickle his balls with your fingers,” Marya suggested, offering hints, and David complied, Timothy shrieking around the ball as more pleasure came. “Lick them, lick his balls, and pull on his cock, you know how you like it pulled, work him like you’re going to make come!”
David did as she suggested, his tongue wrapping around Timothy’s balls, sucking, slurping, a spilling heat that drove Timothy mad with pleasure and fear, tied to the chair and unable to prevent the pleasure or to run away.
“Use your teeth. Light. Yesss, just like that!” Marya reclined on the bed, her legs spread, her fingers lightly stroking her sex. Timothy turned his head to her but she only smiled triumphantly, giving him no mercy. He shook, sobbing, but the pleasure came, and his penis found the back of David’s throat again and again as the other man drove down, tongue twirling, teeth lightly scraping, hands sometimes resting on Timothy’s trembling thigh or firmly taking hold of his rampant cock.
“Wait, slow down, don’t let him come.” David paused, then looked up. His eyes held Timothy’s. He then gave him one long, hard, last suck, before releasing him.
Marya moved from the bed. She smiled and nodded with her head to it. David sat down. She then climbed into the chair with Timothy.
“Hold on baby,” she whispered, and Timothy waited, watching. She faced him. Her sex hovered over his and finally, allowed him in. She pushed down over him and he nearly passed out, his head falling back to the edge of the chair back as she enveloped him. She felt tighter than she ever had, and he felt the warmth, the same heat that David had filled minutes before. She worked him, rising up and down, then looked back.
She rode him, slow, cherishing the length of him and oohing as she rose up, gasping again when he filled her on the way down. Eventually she stopped, satisfied, and eased away, smiling at him as she stepped down out of the chair.
“Come on, baby.” She looked at David. He stood, his cock rising again, ready as ever. She smiled at him, then nodded to Timothy. Timothy began to whimper again. She looked at him. “Be a good boy, Tim,” she murmured, and he stilled, watching as she straddled the chair beside his arm.
David stood in front of her. Timothy watched as he slid his sex into her, listened, smelled, felt her foot against his thigh as she leaned back, sighing at the feeling of David inside of her. He pulled out after a few strokes, wet. She then nodded, and he knelt. Marya pulled out of the chair.
David knelt between Tim’s spread thighs. He took up his sex, looked right into Timothy’s eyes, and smiled. His smile was almost as wicked as Marya’s. His cock pressed against Timothy’s anus. The restrained man whimpered.
Marya touched David on the arm, and he paused. She moved behind him, then returned. A small bottle of lube was in her hand. She opened it, then took hold of Timothy’s balls, gently lifting them out of the way. She parted his ass cheeks to reveal his anus, puckered and waiting. She squeezed a healthy amount of lube down the crack of his ass, then held him open. David took hold of the tip of his penis, and began to push home.
Timothy closed his eyes. It hurt at first, hurt, but ... beneath it, he felt the entry, the throbbing heat of David as the other man took hold of his hips and pulled him down and forward. He heard Marya speaking, but could make sense of nothing. Suddenly his ankles were free. David took hold of his thighs and lifted them up, open into the air. The passage was suddenly easier. Timothy opened his eyes. David was halfway into him, concentrating, Timothy’s cock furiously aiming for entry between them, sweat on both their bodies. Marya ducked her head. Timothy moaned, and she rose up, abruptly removed his gag.
Free to scream, Timothy screamed, panting, his voice husky and low, and Marya dove again, her mouth on his cock. He whimpered, and David, David’s firm cock pushed onward, until finally, slick, wet, whole, it had found itself all the way in. In the heartbeat of silence, they all took a breath. Then Marya began to suck, hard. Timothy’s head rocked back and forth across the head of the chair, his legs held splayed and wide while David fucked him, speared him, slowly and surely slid into and out of him. Eventually Marya pulled away, and he saw her, saw her eyes, watched her satisfaction as she watched him getting fucked, taken thoroughly by another man.
David’s hips worked, and Timothy, tied down watched as one of the other man’s hands rose, took hold of his sex. He worked him with his hand while with his cock he pumped him. The rhythm set, the men began to shudder with each other, their bodies tangled, and Timothy was filled, his penis pleasured, the world upside down, and his girlfriend watching.
Marya returned, mounted Timothy, his sex buried suddenly inside of her. It was bliss. He watched her breasts heave above him, buried his face in them as she worked herself down again, his asshole filled with David, who then fondled his scrotum, the tender sacs of his balls.
Marya eased away. She pulled on David’s hips and he slowly released Timothy. Timothy gave a half sob, his face red and sweaty, watching while Marya began to clean David thoroughly. She then lubed him again, and returned to her previous position. David stood by the chair. Timothy turned to him, eyes fearful. Marya nodded.
“Suck him, Tim. Just like he sucked you, good and hard and wet.” She worked down over him, and he gasped, and at just that moment David pushed in. Timothy gagged, then worked up saliva, found himself working his tongue around David’s cock. He tasted of flesh, of soap, of skin, of another man. He didn’t taste bad at all, only different, alien - a male body. Timothy closed his eyes and sucked. David sighed, pushed his hand to the back of Timothy’s head. For the first time, Timothy realized how that must feel to Marya, and he shuddered, consumed on both ends. He sucked harder, and David gasped, eyes wide and staring down at him as Timothy did his best to return the favor.
“Inside of me, David, come inside of me!” Marya breathed, panting hard as she paused with Timothy’s sex halfway inside of her.
David pulled his cock slowly from between Timothy’s lips, then walked around the chair. He stood behind Marya. Timothy heard her sigh and watched her face. She screwed it up, looking helpless. He remembered the woman in the video, filled by two men. He felt a pressure coming from somewhere inside of her.
“Fill me,” Marya whispered, and Timothy began to push upward as she pushed downward. He was met by the sensation of David on the other side of her, through her flesh, and the tightness became unbearable, incredible.
“Fuck,” groaned Timothy, his voice shocked, his pleasure growing, his cock swelling inside of her soaking sex as David worked along Timothy’s length from inside of her, filling her asshole.
“Yes, yes!” She screamed, and David’s face appeared, around her shoulder, his eyes on Timothy’s, both of them looking at each other and Marya’s face, her body. She dangled between them, a marionette brought to life by the pumping of two cocks, and screamed, writhing, her body pumping, her sex dripping, her internal mouths sucking at each of them. She seemed to have lost her mind, and they lost theirs with her, the room filled with their groans and grunts and heaving. At the center of it was Marya, filled to the brim with two men, two men fucking one another and her, the small, fused group a three-backed beast of fucking. She screamed until she was hoarse, screamed at the pleasure of her final wish, one of her many inescapable, undeniable desires come true.