and making the hole stretch elastically open. She could feel the fleshy arrowhead starting to pulse… its foreskin drawn sharply back as Michael fucked his prick urgently into her tight and heated pussy.
Jean clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails pressing painfully into the muscular flesh. Michael grew even more passionate as they scored his skin and then raked frenziedly down his back. He violently pushed the rest of his prick into her cunt — cramming her, thrusting his fiery weapon into her softness, until his crotch rubbed against hers: their pubic hairs mingled together.
His temple was throbbing, a hot and insatiable redness welling up in his eyes. Michael stretched his hands down to Jean's thighs again and tugged the woman's panties up… taking the waistband and drawing the elastic top ruthlessly higher and higher.
She began to sob, arching her body up as if she couldn't get enough of his prick. He quickly pulled her silky briefs over the cheeks of her bottom, feeling their taut vee-front rubbing sexily against the base of his prick; the tightly stretched pants feeling like a constant caress on the tender underside of his penis.
He slipped his hands up the sides of Jean's body, glorying in the soft fleshiness of her skin. His elbows helped him to prop his chest away from her breasts and Michael let his fingers descent onto the beauties, slowly rolling them about his wife's body, making them assume a variety of titivating shapes.
They were squashed sexily together, the pliable globes rubbed against their twins in a breathtaking embrace; causing a deep and inviting valley to appear between them…
Then he relaxed the pressure and let them swing gently back into their normal position, keeping his hands softly on the nipples. He next drew them as far away from each other as they would stretch — holding Jean's titties apart and flattening them with his palms.
Finally, in rhythm with his fucking of her cunt, Michael imprisoned his wife's nipples between the forefingers and thumbs of both hands and pinched them cruelly upwards.
This caused her breasts to distend, taking on a pear-like appearance. Michael jiggled the nipples, moving them up and down… to the left and to the right, staring down, fascinated, as Jean's snowy peaks wobbled freely under his treatment.
He was screwing her viciously now: his prick coursing in and out of her juicy little cunt with hard, manic strokes. The slit was made even tighter than usual by the constraining pressure of the woman's panties; they prevented her thighs from opening too much and thus ensured that Jean's quim-lips fastened very securely indeed around Michael's cock.
When he had first entered her, Michael thought that he could only last a few minutes before shooting his spunk. But now, becoming aware that Monique was watching their every movement, he found the stamina to restrain himself.
It seemed banal, but he was determined to show the girl that he wasn't a five-minute-man! He wanted Monique to see that he was capable of giving Jean a far longer (and far more intense) pleasuring than she had! A further inspiration occurred to him:
Why not encourage Monique to come closer and allow him to fondle her at the same time?
Michael glanced at the girl. She lay on her side, facing them, her eyes bright and unblinking as they stared at the fucking couple.
He released one of Jean's breasts and reached out his hand to her. Monique slowly moved nearer. She trembled as Michael's fingers came to rest on her hip, but offered no resistance to him when his hand started to stroke the flesh and nudge her body closer to them.
Within a few moments Monique's bottom was within easy reach of his hand. He let it slip around the girl's waist and, forcing her to keep looking into his eyes, he rubbed his fingers down the sleek slopes of her arse.
They gently explored the luscious cheeks, now rubbing, now pinching… Michael, on an inspired impulse, worked his other hand beneath his wife's buttocks and started to give her the same treatment.
A feeling of intense power surged through him as he felt the two female bottoms. Monique's naked and completely bare; Jean's covered scantily by her tiny bikini briefs.
Greedily, his fingers travelled over the four soft hemispheres, fondling and sinking lusciously into the beautiful feminine arses.
They were his slaves! His hand-maidens! His to do whatever he liked with! Michael felt a shudder of pure ecstasy tingle through his body. They really were, he told himself, gleefully. Both Jean and Monique: their bodies eager to do his bidding! Moving willingly in whichever pose he directed!
Well, supposing he exercised his power over them a little more… He worked his fingers between the curvy slopes of Monique's bottom, pushing the cheeks apart and feeling for the precious hole of her arse — the brown secrets of which he'd glimpsed earlier…
Understanding what he was trying to do, Monique obediently stuck her buttocks out, making the globes open for him. Michael rubbed the pads of his fingers up and down the deep valley — feeling them pass over the raised bump of the girl's rear orifice.
While the hand which cupped Jean's bottom contented itself with a steady kneading, he slowly pushed the forefinger of his left hand into Monique's ripe young arsehole. She squirmed deliciously, offering a token resistance to this outrageous liberty. But, obviously, her desires had been aroused to such an extent by Jean's earlier ministrations — as well as by her first sight of a man and women fucking — that Monique soon relaxed her body completely and durance by the constant pressure of Monique's finger against the ultra-sensitive underside.
He could feel the floodgates opening. Against his will, Michael felt an overwhelming tickling beginning to well up in his cock — the spunk crying out frantically for release — bubbling up in his testicles and demanding to start that long, intense streaking action into Jean's cunt.
His fingers tore at Jean's panties, scrabbling them aside until he could feel Monique's hand. Insanely, he tore the girl's fingers away and — gripping her wrist tightly — brought them to his mouth.
Instantly, the very moment that Monique's forefinger passed between his lips and Michael tasted the rich juices of Jean's arse, he started to erupt…
The intensity of his orgasm frightened him: he couldn't remember ever experiencing so prolonged and furious a climax. His cream spurted and spurted… until Michael felt that it would never die away to a trickle.
But it wasn't merely the physical sensation of coming which filled him with such awe. The violent upheaval extended to his mind as well — making him giddy and weak. His brain sizzled as if the cells had been short- circuited. His mind felt totally inadequate to contain the sudden ecstasy which now possessed his being…
Michael scarcely knew where he was or what he was doing: his hands were full of soft, rounded female flesh; sensuous, warm skin that pleaded with him to shape it, twist it, hurt it…
All around him he felt the luscious curves, like satin blankets — warming him, caressing him… until he was completely enveloped, smothered by an all-consuming surfeitude of girlish intimacy.
Frantically, he wrung every last drop of semen from his roaring prick. The spasm was finally coming to an end, but he still felt strangely unsatisfied. His cock was as stiff as ever and gave not the slightest indication that it was going to lose its potency — even though he had yielded up such a large quantity of spunk.
He withdrew it slowly from Jean's cunt. And as the head pulled free of his wife's clinging lips, Michael realised that he was fully equipped to fuck Monique without waiting to regain his vigour.
But there was no need for haste now. The initial urgency had passed, leaving him with a more sensual desire to pet and fondle the two girls. To caress them slowly and leisurely; watching them squirm and plead with him for the final satisfaction of his prick in their cunts.
This drowsy, quietly-erotic feeling gave way gradually to an even more pleasant reverie. The fantasy grew and took shape in his mind that it would be wonderfully exciting if Jean and Monique actually assumed the roles of his fearful slaves! If they openly subjected themselves to his domination… pretending with him that he held the power of life and death over their bodies.
Michael pictured himself as an omnipotent Persian king — a mighty warrior, a ruthless man whose every whim must be instantly obeyed! And here, lying beside him on the royal bed, were two of his most delectable concubines… Jean and Monique!
But the girls had to be briefed as to what was expected of them. Before Michael could slip into his part completely and temporarily lose his drab identity, Jean and Monique would have to understand fully their own roles in the fantasy.
He opened his eyes at last and rolled carefully off Jean's body, feeling his prick sticking rigidly up in front of him — the sleek wet shaft pulsing gently.
