Thick lips tenderly but persistently caressed the tops of the juicy hemispheres, the tongues of men crushed and stroked large olives over the pink halos of saggy breasts, and the nipples swollen with excitement quivered with pleasure from the sharp pricks when the teeth of the merciless predators touched them. Step by inch, every inch of the female body took this devil's baton of submission, and now, following the white belly, passionately sagging in waves under the black palms, Elena's pubis rose towards the fingers penetrating through the thin curly hair. The young woman's thighs tensed as the palms of one or the other of the men fell over the bosom overgrown with sparse hair and her breathing stopped in anticipation when strong fingers parted her greedy labia. Now every time these uninvited guests penetrated her married pussy with a sharp push, Elena uttered a drawn-out moan of gratitude, and then vibrated to the beat of the sweet pain tearing her clitoris swollen from caresses.
Slowly but inevitably, the young woman accepted and merged into one with her fate to be a slave to two masters and with fierce delight submitted to this devilish magic. Yes, it was sorcery, enveloping in the triumph of vicious impunity and burning with a cry of insane desire, which tore open the young woman's womb and pushed her womb to enjoy streams of thick sticky semen.
-"Show us how you can take Joseph's cock again?" Bisoye whispered. And she growled like a lioness, answering this question with a raised pubis and shamelessly spreading her legs.
-"Show me how you let Bisoye suck your breast," Joseph's lips pressed to her ear. And she raised her white chest with her palm and clasping the Nigerian by the neck tried to fill his opened mouth with all the volume of this luxurious flesh.
-"You'll come home. How will you meet your husband?" With a predatory and depraved smile, Elena suddenly depicted on her face sinless naivety and immaculate purity, affectionately hugging one of the men, and tenderly kissing him on the lips, touching cheek to cheek to her imaginary spouse. A masterpiece of hypocrisy gave birth to a respectable housewife and defender of family values.
This morning formed a new union. Time passed quickly. And only after frankly vulgar caresses and licking by Elena of the black scrotums of her new owners, all three suddenly discovered that the morning had completely come into its own. They had to dress hastily, but for breakfast they each left for their own apartments.
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Mary was woken up by the sound of a horn, a car driving past the motel. For some time she lay without opening her eyes, and consciousness slowly returned her to reality. The events of the past day and night were reflected on the cheeks of the red-haired woman with a bright blush and she did not dare to get out of bed. Finally, her eyelids fluttered and she sighed in relief. There was nothing in the room that reminded her of a guest who had left, but the crumpled bra on the floor and dried semen stains on the sheets implied inexorably that everything that had happened to her was not a play of erotic dreams. Leaning on her elbow, Mary picked up white panties from the floor and brought them to her face. The pungent specific smell left no chance to deny that on this bed she was mercilessly fucked and this was a logical continuation of her actions, ranging from casual acquaintance and intimate frankness with the Farmer and ending with regular pills on the eve of a secret trip to motel.
Sinking down on the pillow, Mary tried to cast aside the picture of memories of the past night and over and over again mentally tormented herself with reproaches and insulting epithets addressed to herself as an unfaithful wife. But there was no sincerity in these dialogues, and these hypocritical attempts at self-flagellation only revealed that obvious fact, the feelings of guilt or remorse were irrevocably extinguished. On the contrary, returning in memory to the events that had taken place, her body responded with a pleasant pain in the joints of the legs with which she grabbed the young bull, and her nipples began to tighten again in the memory of the lips that tormented her breasts.
Her hands slid over her mature but sexual body and she again responded to the echo of the experienced sensations. The only faint pain she tried to push away, and which reminded her of the most acute sensation she had ever experienced, was the pain that erupted from her clenched buttocks. For some time, the last drops of sincere shame allowed her to resist these memories, but even these drops evaporated when a confession burst out of her chest spontaneously into the echoing silence of an empty room, "Mary, don't lie to yourself. You got fucked in the ass and you were crying with pleasure! You were afraid and at the same time waiting for this event. Not Joseph but Bisoye fucked your ass, and the ecstasy of debauchery overshadowed the moments of the first pain. You made it!"
Frightened by her own thoughts and feeling a new wave of sexual excitement rolling through her body, Mary rose abruptly and, throwing the sheet back, dropped her legs to the floor. For several minutes she sat in silence with her eyes closed, clearly and shamelessly feeling the desire to spread her legs and take the cock of another black male. But when Joseph appeared in her fantasies after that, she instinctively felt how this giant spreads her buttocks with the thick phallus of a stallion, and how her asshole obediently awaits his invasion. In those seconds, she clearly realized that the loss of virginity by her ass had become for her the fetish that will now accompany her all her life. Now the thrill was pushing her to the edge, and running away from inevitability, the woman abruptly got up and swiftly went into the shower. The cold water should have sobered her up.
Coming out of the shower room and putting on a light sundress, Mary went out onto the terrace. She did not want to go to breakfast and leaning on the railing, she watched the waves, rhythmically rolling on the sandy beach. Joseph's footsteps behind her and the heavy palms that squeezed her shoulders echoed in her heart with delicious music, interrupting the agonizing expectation of which she did not want to admit. After the events that happened to her, her anger at this black giant dissolved and she accepted these hugs with a slight languor. Nevertheless, the upbringing of a respectable woman and female cunning suggested to her different rules of behavior. Demonstratively moving away from the man and displaying indignation on her face, Mary turned away from her lover and stepped across the threshold of her room. Yes, she did not close the door, and this was the trick that did not prevent the man from following her, and which allowed her to continue the show she had begun.
The man's sincere apologies and the woman's sly tears — everything was confused in the deserted motel room. Step by step, Mary allowed Joseph to earn his forgiveness, and only once did she flinch when Bisoye's name sounded. But the danger of exposure has passed by. Mary quickly realized that her night visitor had not betrayed their secrets and this fact resonated in her heart with fanfare of triumph. Responding to the man's insistence, Mary allowed him to hug her, and then her lips dutifully and eagerly witnessed their renewed union. The only thing that Mary did not allow herself was to submit to passion and reciprocate the lust of her lover. The faint pain in her ass reminded her of caution and the man resigned himself to the prospect of waiting for nightfall.
Yesterday morning, their whole company planned a trip around the neighborhood in Joseph's van, but that day Mary's plans changed. Complaining to her lover about fatigue and experienced emotions, she accompanied everyone to the car and when the car disappeared around the bend, she returned to her room. She soon became convinced that daytime sleep was not in her, and after some consideration, the decision to soak up the sun on the beach took priority. Taking a swimsuit and towels from the shelf, the woman left the room and after a few minutes her feet stepped onto the hot sand. Looking around the deserted coast, her gaze stopped on a chaise longue near one of the decorative basalt boulders that adorned this landscape and, throwing towels on the ledge of this stone, she hurried to the water. Affectionate waves and coolness turned out to be the medicine that was required after the experienced emotions, and slight fatigue after two hundred yards of leisurely swimming gave relaxation to the muscles and a pleasant weakness that imperceptibly closed her eyelids to the seeker of acute adventures.
- "Hello. How are you? Can we take a seat on your left?" A man's voice sounded over Mary's head, and forced her to open her eyes. Directly opposite her stood a black couple in which she easily recognized yesterday's neighbors on the beach and this made her flinch. Having become an unwitting witness to their shameless and hot sex last night, and now seeing both in front of her, the white woman was confused and only after a pause could she breathe out a return greeting.
- "Of course, there is more than enough space for everyone. Today is a wonderful day to relax by the ocean." Mary tried to smile and speak calmly, but her heart suddenly fluttered with alarm. She caught herself jealously evaluating the graceful and flexible figure of a young black beauty, who was a couple of inches taller than her and twenty years younger. And this rival comparison was clearly mutual - as could be seen by catching the hot breath of brown eyes on white thighs and breasts. In any case, this awkwardness took a matter of seconds and was soon forgotten.
The neighbors turned out to be a very pleasant and sociable couple. They swam noisily and played naughtily in the water, and returning to the sun loungers and lying in the sun often joked so witty that Mary could not help smiling. Word by word, the white woman was caught up in this unexpected encounter with Gloria and Bill. Although at first she was embarrassed by the significant age difference between her and these young people, this awkwardness quickly disappeared and communication took on a very familiar form. Paradoxically, when we first met in this motel, it turned out that all three live in the same city, and Gloria works at the plaza, adjacent to the one where Mary's company is located.
No one looked at the clock, and only the cool wind from the ocean reminded them that time passes very quickly. The company began to collect things and Mary took off the towels from the stone, intending to wash off the adhering sand from the body and change. Gloria had the same plans, and the two women chatted animatedly to the far end of the beach, where a women's changing room and showers were equipped in an impromptu gazebo.
Entering the dressing room, Mary was a little embarrassed when faced with the need to take off her swimsuit. Unlike Gloria, who quickly undressed and was now smiling ironically standing completely naked near the shower stalls, waiting for an older friend, the red-haired woman took a long time to choose a locker and put things on the shelves. In the end, this trick did not bring success and she had to submit to the circumstances, standing with her back to the black panther. Having finished all the preparations and taking towels with them, both women entered the nearby cabins and noisy jets of water spread over their bodies. After washing off the abundant shampoo from her hair, Mary reached out to touch the towel, but running her hand along the hook did not find it in place.
