Like a father teaching his daughter how to dance, I taught Sofia how to ride a large cock, and like the adoring student she was, she learned quickly from my instruction. Soon, she was hissing in pleasure. Then, she was moaning. I let go of her hand, and she rested it upon her husband’s belly, centering herself so that she could reached back with the other, and penetrate his anus with her fingers. He thrusted reactively, and she gasped, her eyes bulging. She penetrated him again, and again he thrusted, carrying her off the couch, sending a squeal from her peeled-back lips. She shoved her finger in again, and this time she cried out when her fiancé responded, her eyes still wide with the revelation of it, her face now void of the concentrative lines that had etched it, now smooth and open in wonder. As I rode Percian’s face, she rode his cock, and Percian played the willing mule, pleasuring us both until we were writhing in ecstasy.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” I gasped, my complexion glistening with the exertion of loving his mouth. He nodded enthusiastically, and I laughed, and pulled my spit-sheened cock from his mouth. I arranged Sofia beneath him, facing away so that he would not have to see her feminine assets, and then I bent him over atop her, pried open his cheeks, and nestled my shaft into his hairless crack. His anus was bleached and clean, good enough to eat, and I let a glob of spit pool into it before pressing my tip against it, and pushing myself inside.
“Yessss.” He hissed.
“Oh god!” Sofia whined beneath him, his cock growing ever harder inside her. I growled in delight as my shaft was consumed by his smooth bore, the fleshy prison holding me deep, milking me with his clenches. I grabbed him by his narrow hips, pulled back, and thrusted again, and again, and again. His bubble-shaped ass rippled with impacts, his prostate churned as it was punched by my tip, and he seized around me, his boyish body arching lasciviously, nearly feminine in its grace. A twink in every sense of the word, practically a woman from behind, and I treated him like the faggot he was, pounding, plunging, pumping into his little pink shithole, forcing his fat cock deep into his blubbering fiancé. Poor Sofia couldn’t handle his size now that I was dealing the thrusts, and she wailed ceaselessly, her little pussy stretched wide around his girth as it rammed into her. Our impacts sounded throughout the room, the brutal slaps of flesh, the squelching of wetness being forced from Sofia’s dripping cunt, the sucking sound of cocks being pumped into tight holes. I took two grips of Percian’s hair, and I railed into him with a vengeance, needing for some reason to dominate him, needing to hear his pathetic croaks and surrendered whines. He sang a duet with Sofia, their harmonized voices finally rising in a crescendo, their bodies dancing to the writhing samba of orgasm. They came together, his prostate quaking as it pumped thick loads of cum into her womb, her pussy ruining the couch with her fervent release. But I had not come; not yet.
I pulled Percian off his betrothed, and devoured his mouth, dominatingly moving atop his face, watching Sofia from the corner of my eye. Ah, now I realized why I desired to own him so. It was to see the awed look on her face when I conquered yet another man. I rotated sensually atop him, keeping my mouth connected with his as I moved my back to his front. Reaching between my legs, I grasped his wilting cock, and with just a touch, I brought it back to aching hardness. He groaned with need into my mouth, his hands moving along my athletic abdomen, sliding between my thighs to stroke something he was familiar with. I shifted my pelvis down, and pressed his thick head to my readied anus. He was slick with Sofia’s orgasmic nectar, but his girth was great enough to give me the pain I loved so much with anal. I growled into his mouth as the tension built against my aperture, my pelvic floor indenting into my body until it popped free, my resistance breaking, my pulsating rim sliding down his shaft. I shimmied sensually down it, moaning into his mouth as he moaned into mine, savoring every meaty inch of him that speared my tender channel, pressing the pliant inner flesh against the walls of muscle until I was packed with cock to my colon. There, with him all the way inside me, I relaxed on his lap, my pussy drooling on his balls.
“Come, Sofia.” I whispered hoarsely, not even looking at her. She crawled up my legs, gave my cock one suck, and hummed as she drew her lips up, tasting Percian’s anal tang on her tongue. She licked her way reverently up my body, worshipping my navel, my nipples, my collar, then my mouth. She straddled atop me, her pussy loose after Percian had done his damage, but still blushing and leaking for me, the fleshy curtains ripe, the clit engorged and throbbing. I took her by the ass, and guided her all the way down. Her breathing increased as we kissed, then eased into a sigh when I was nestled fully inside her wet sheath. Then, Percian began to fuck us.
He was gentler than I was, but not by much. He pounded into my clenching asshole with long thrusts, bouncing my ass off his crotch, sending the momentum right through me, and into poor Sofia once more. She panted atop me, holding on for dear life as we bucked and heaved, helpless to the raging thrusts being dealt into her abused cunt. One of my hands balled into her blonde hair, and I pulled her head back to hear her sonorous wails of delight, to see the pathetic expression strewn across her face. I sounded my own feminine tones, each one becoming weaker, more subservient as my submissive side was sated to perfection. My legs spread into a wide squat, my back arched against Percian’s chest, and I tried my best to regain my feminine dominance with a deep undulation of my spine, but oh, the faggot in me loved so much to be taken by a big cock! I could do nothing but become that person, that pathetic twink whore who wanted only to have my shit pounded in, to be reamed and defiled and abused until I was nothing but a leaking mess.
My grip in Sofia’s hair loosened, and her head shot forward, her eyes narrowing. She sung her ecstasy through her parted lips as we bounced to Percian’s rhythm, but she was studying me with acute interest, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Cautiously, she took my breasts in her hands, and pinched each of my nipples. I pouted my lip like a blubbering slut, and nodded with a whimper. She twisted her wrists, and my breasts were turned into torqued shadows of mammary fat, the sweet pain sinking into me. I cried out in masochistic glee, and arched my back toward her.
She chewed on her lip, indecision in her eyes. Then she opened her mouth, and whispered, “Tell me you’re a whore.”
“I’m a whore!” I whimpered.
She smiled a small smile. “Tell me you’re my whore.”
My head fell back, my neck bowing to her. “I’m you’re whore.” I croaked in subservient ecstasy.
She gave a delighted squeal, and clamped her thighs around my driving hips, keeping our pelvises locked as Percian ruined my shithole. “Who’s your mistress, whore?”
“You are!”
She twisted harder, the birth of sadism showing behind her blue eyes. “And you’ll do anything I ask?” She sneered.
“Yes!”
She laughed, and loomed her face over mine. She hocked a glob into her mouth, and let a stream of saliva cascade upon my nose and cheeks. Then she dipped her head down, and licked me from my chin to my eye, drawing her tongue slowly across my upturned face. “All mine,” she hissed covetously, “my little Alkandran whore who will do anything I want.”
“Anything you want, Mistress.” I panted, the quaking in my rectum resonating through my body, the precursors of orgasm surging into my vacant pussy, its ruby back wall deformed rigorously by the cock pumping through my ass. Sofia released my breasts, and wrapped her little fingers around my throat. She moaned with my cock deep inside her, pounding, pounding, pounding to the rhythm of Percian’s thrusts, the forgotten man in our trio. In that moment, there was only me and her, and her hands around my neck, squeezing. Her innocent face was cast in a dark expression, her blue eyes nearly unrecognizable. The pressure built in my face as it built in my nethers, my suffocation begetting my climax, my complexion darkening with the need to breathe. She panted excitedly atop me, her wild gaze possessed of me, merciless and cold. I squeaked out through my closed windpipe, riding the building wave within me, staring back at her through my blurred vision. My suffocated exclamations rose higher and higher, my body undulated with deep, violent oscillations, and with Sofia choking the life out of me with her little hands, I came in an explosion of sensation.
Ecstasy lanced from my ass to my cock, my prostate boiling as it shot loads deep into Sofia’s cunt. She screamed atop me, her knuckles whitening in their grasp around my neck, her gaze still filled with the killer’s thrill. Percian burst into my ruined anus, pumping through his orgasm until thick rivulets of spunk leaked from my swollen ring. We descended back into sanity, our bodies heaving with the post-catharsis dopamine rush. I had to peel Sofia’s fingers from my throat, and it took her a moment to shake herself from her character. The sadism dwindled from her expression, replaced with something akin to mortification.
“Oh my god, Elena…” She said, caressing my throat, “…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
I interrupted her with a heated kiss, and she reciprocated it with her newfound brand of lust, her teeth playing dangerously on my lips and tongue. She parted with my lower-lip between her teeth, and I had to give her a firm smack on the ass to prompt her to release me.
“Don’t ever apologize.” I smiled at her.
She grinned back. “So you like it when I’m bad?”
“I love it.”
“I like it too.” She mused, tracing the marks she’d made on my neck, “It makes me feel powerful. It gives me a rush.” She elevated her eyes to mine, “But you were letting me do it to you.”
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