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By the time Brent knocks on the door of our mini-suite I have carefully set both him and Mary up with different, but compatible instructions. I have just discussed Brent with Mary, bringing up conversations we have had in the past where we speculated on the concept of 3-way sex. Our talks had just been foreplay, at the “someday we should consider doing this” stage. I’ve suggested to Mary that Brent might be a candidate, and told her that tonight we could look him over to talk about his suitability for some possible fun time in the future. This is not what I’ve told Brent, and Mary is in for a surprise.
I let Brent into the room, and as he goes across the room to where Mary sits on the couch, I re-introduce them. “Brent, I believe you briefly met my lovely wife Mary before, and Mary, I know you remember meeting Brent.”
Mary struggles to a standing position as Brent reaches her, lifting her arms for a welcoming hug and cheek kiss. “Didn’t you say Mary, that you thought he had a good package?”
Mary blushed redly as Brent embraced her, his arms going high and low around her torso. He bent forward to kiss her as I went on, “Mary, in return Brent confessed today that he thought of you as a hot, sexy looking slut, ripe for a good, hard fuck!”
Mary’s eyes went wide in surprise, even before Brent pulled her hard against himself, his mouth going to hers. He kissed her full on the mouth, his right hand coming up her back to hold the back of her head, even as his left hand pressed low into the small of her back, keeping her groin against his. I had noticed as Brent went by me that he already had a hard-on, and I knew that Mary was feeling it pressing against her lower belly. Mary was rigid in his grasp, completely caught by surprise. She tried to say something in a shocked, or perhaps outraged tone, but the sound was muffled by the pressure of Brent’s lips against hers. Her visible eye focused on me, a frown creasing her forehead. I did not, as she perhaps expected, come to her rescue, just smiled at her.
Brent of course, had been told that Mary was ready, if not willing for sex with him, and how she needed truly brutal fucking to get off. We had discussed our mutual issues with our wives, and he understood I was on the verge of getting rid of Mary for good. He also held still, waiting to see if Mary was reacting as he expected. Mary tried to grab Brent with her hands, to push him back as she twisted her head out of the kiss. Mary protested loudly “No! Stop, let go of me!” She called out to me “Gary! Help me!”
Mary flinched from my response. “Do it Brent, teach my bitch a lesson.”
As I had told him to, Brent tightened his grip on the back of her head, pulling Mary’s hair hard enough to cause her to yelp “Ouch!”
Brent turned Mary’s face to her and forced another rough kiss while still holding her body hard against his.
As I had expected, Mary could not give in to her body’s sex drive. I saw her shudder a little as her ever-present sex drive tried to take over, and she seemed to melt against Brent for a moment before she began struggling. I saw her jaw clench, and knew that she was resisting his tongue that was trying to get into her mouth, working against her lips. Brent’s mouth came off Mary’s, his grip on her head turning her face aside as his mouth went to her neck, biting hard at the soft flesh of the curve between her back and shoulder.
Mary went rigid in surprise and pain, then struggled harder. Mary looked at me over escort şişli Brent’s shoulder, her eyes wide as she yelled “Owwww! No, stop! Please Gary, make him stop, he’s hurting me!”
Mary did not get the reply she hoped for just my harsh encouragement to Brent; “Make it hurt, give my bitch what it takes!”
I watched with rapt attention when Brent grunted in assent and kept going. He turned the two of them a little, and I could see his left hand with his fingers clenched deeply into her soft ass, his fingers sunk almost out of sight in her slacks. Brent lifted his lips from the very bruised bite marks on Mary’s neck and kissed her mouth again, grinding his groin against her while kneading her ass during the minute long kiss. When he broke the kiss they both gasped for air and he let go of her ass and pushed her back a half step. He let go of her hair also and then quickly slapped her, a fast open-handed hit to her left cheek that became a harder back-hand blow to her right cheek. Even as she reacted to the assault he drove a short stroke punch to her torso, hitting her dead center between and just below her big tits.
‘Slap’ of Brent’s palm against her cheek.
“Owwuch!” of shocked pain from Mary.
‘Thwack’ as the back of his hand hits her face.
“Ahhhhhh…” from Mary, interrupted by the fist to her chest.
‘Thud’ of Brent’s knuckles against her sternum.
“Huhhh… Gkkgkkh” from Mary, her breath being knocked out, leaving her struggling to breathe.
Mary was knocked back by the punch and dropped onto the couch, landing heavily. Brent’s hands went to his waist, opening his belt, then his pants, and yanking down his zipper. Mary had barely come to a jiggling stop on the couch when Brent pushed his pants and boxer shorts down. He stepped out of the dropped pants as he moved between her sprawled legs.
The first thing Brent had said to Mary had been “Hello.” When he crossed the room to reach her the second was “Suck it!” as his erect cock sprang up in front of her face.
I moved closer, watching Brent hold the top of Mary’s head with one hand and the shaft of his cock with the other. He rubbed his swollen glans across her lips, smearing her lipstick on her cheek and leaving a glistening smear of gooey pre-cum.
Mary barely had the air to gasp “No, stop, don’t ..” her protest silenced when Brent pushed the head of his cock into her open mouth.
Brent gave Mary no time to react, moving his right hand to join his left in holding the top of her head and pulling her towards his groin. Brent had believed me, trusting that Mary’s submissive nature would keep her from daring to bite him.
Mary was forced to lean forward, the angle tilting her head back a bit as half of, most of, all of Brent’s erection sank into her face. I could hear Mary gulp and gurgle as she was forced to swallow, helping the invading cock push into her throat. Brent’s grip kept Mary’s forehead against his lower belly for a good 15 seconds, saying “Yeah bitch, take it deep!” I knelt down next to Brent and Mary, amazed to see Mary’s mouth gaping so open that her lower lip was protruding under the base of his cock, wetly drooling at the front of Brent’s scrotum.
Mary’s face was darkening as she ran low on air, and when Brent suddenly pulled back to yank his cock out of her throat she gasped for air around his gland that did not fully pull out of her mouth. Brent barely gave Mary time for a single breath and then pushed forward again. This time he pulled back escort taksim as soon as his whole cock was in Mary, starting up a steady rhythm that let her either inhale or exhale on each stroke. My cock ached, tenting the front of my robe, and I yanked open the belt and stripped to start stroking myself while watching.
My masturbating hand moved in time with Brent’s thrusts, his pace getting steadily faster. I had been unsure about watching someone else raping my wife, but was really turned on. This was not the lovemaking, the sharing of intimacy that defined sex between Mary and I. This was violent rape, Brent’s purely selfish use of Mary for his own satisfaction.
He was not at all concerned about making sure her needs were met, he just wanted to get his rocks off. The pure, direct motivation excited me, as if I was the one fucking her face. Face fucking was the right de***********ion, Mary was not giving him a blowjob, he was fucking her.
The way Brent was using Mary did not arouse her. Her arms came up, her hands pushing at his hips to try to fend him off. I could see red lines streaking Brent’s pale skin where Mary’s fingers clawed him. When she clawed too hard Brent winced, muttered “Carefull, Bitch” and shoved his cock in especially hard and fast, his groin smacking her bruised face.
Brent pushed Mary’s head back, cock nearly out of her mouth to look at her face for a moment. Mary gagged her next breath out and clawed his thighs again, trying to push him away. Brent’s reaction was immediate, his right hand coming out of her hair with some trailing torn strands tangled in his fingers. Brent spoke even as his still gripping left hand yanked her head back, turning it to her left. “Cunt, I fucking warned you!”
Brent’s right fist went up and drove down into Mary’s upturned face, smashing her nose with his knuckles. I heard the small crunch despite the thud of his fist striking, Mary’s head jerking in Brent’s grip. His fist moved away to show her visibly broken nose, blood already leaking to her open mouth from both nostrils. Without a pause Brent again had a two-handed grip on hair, the very swollen tip of his cock going between her now bloody lips.
I was amazed and really aroused by Mary’s brutal treatment, watching the tears running down her red cheeks. Mary was coughing and choking, raggedly pulling in air when she was not gagging up spit and mucus. It did not take a lot of the face fucking to get Brent to orgasm. Brent gasped down at Mary “Yes, yes, yes! Take it slut, take it all. Take my cum in your belly, take it!’
Brent suddenly groaned loudly, rammed his throbbing cock forcefully down Mary’s throat, and held her in gurgling and shuddering in place as his balls visibly throbbed. Brent twitched a dozen times, and I could see Mary’s throat working as frantically swallowed the pulsing cum that spurted down her throat. She was shoving at his hips, her futile attempts to push him back weakening quickly.
When Brent finished draining his balls into Mary’s belly he let go of her head and staggered back, yanking his drooling cock out of her mouth. Brent sat heavily in one of the chairs facing the couch.
Mary was coughing and choking, runny blood streaked drool, gooey white cum, and sticky strands of mucus coating her chin and staining her blouse, some of it dripping off her heaving chest to the floor. The sight of Mary having trouble coping with Brent’s jizm was my cue. With my left hand frantically jacking my own throbbing cock, escort mecidiyeköy I quickly moved to right in front of Mary. Through her coughing she yelped as my left hand grabbed her hair to roughly yank her head up, tilting her face up at me as I drew back my right arm.
Mary barely had time to whimper “No, not you too!” then closed her eyes at the close view of my oozing cock-head, just before my right fist punched her full in the nose.
I grunted in pain, the blow hard enough to hurt the fingers that felt the second “Crunch” of her nose breaking further. Mary slumped back on the couch, blood spilling across and around her mouth much more. The flowing bright red mixed further with the drool and cum. “Fucking slut bitch, this is what you get for taking another man’s cum!”
For all my anger was deliberate, even somewhat planned, I let the emotions wash over me while climbing onto the couch, feet to either side of Mary’s wide hips where she was slumped back. I gripped her head by the hair at the back and shoved my cock into her mouth. The purple-engorged glans pushed into Mary’s coughing mouth, silencing her by driving across her tongue and into the top of her throat.
Mary choked hard, her pulled forward head keeping her throat at an angle that would not accept the swollen head of my cock. I let go of her head and put my arms up to the wall a foot behind the couch as I lurched forwards. Mary’s head fell back across the upper back of the couch, arching her neck back. My thighs were across her soft breasts, pinning her in place on the couch.
My torso was almost horizontal as my cock went down into Mary’s throat, the tight and already very wet grip hot and rippling on my shaft. Hot blood leaked into the fur above the base of my cock and the scrape of her upper teeth against the flared base did not deter me, my weight and position keeping her mouth and throat full. Already abused, dazed, and now punched twice, Mary’s struggle for air got more frantic, if not strong. Her hands groped at my calves, trying to grip and pull but did not even seem to scratch me much.
My hips bucked, grinding my lower belly against Mary’s face, but it was her throat muscles that stimulated me over the edge. Mary convulsed weakly under me, unable to escape or breathe, her breathing fully blocked. The spasming grip of her throat changed as she tried to vomit, giving me a bit of an acid feeling bite at the pre-cum oozing slit of my very swollen glans. The burn eased when the first incredibly strong bolus of cum pumped from my balls and spurted into her throat.
I had never cum this intensely before, I felt each separate spurt pressurize in my balls before rushing up through my swollen cock and down into Mary’s rippling, milking throat. It was not just the physical sensations, I knew what I was doing to Mary could end her life and the power of that was overwhelming. By the third spurt of sperm Mary was reduced to just shivering under me, the ripples of her forced muscles chaotic and her hands falling from my legs. The last few clenches in my groin were so strong they would have been painful if I were not so aroused, and I did not feel any more sperm pressure moving through my cock.
Mary’s throat was still tight around my very sensitive knob, but there was a sense of slackness from the lack of even twitching that told me she was done. I was gasping for air and could not move back, instead having to twist sideways off her face. I pushed away from the wall as I rolled, my already softening cock pulling out of Mary’s slack, gaping mouth. I managed not to fall over the back of the couch, instead dropping onto the couch next to Mary as the room tilted and spun.
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