Mark finds more strength (I knew he was lying!)

Sasha’s hips thrust forward again and again, rhythmically driving me further into pain-tipped pleasure. I realize that as savage a fucking as it feels, she’s actually going much softer on me than Mark did for her. Of course, that makes sense as Mark might put me in the hospital if he ever fucks me the way he just did Sasha. Still, I can feel each thrust into me push me up just a bit, my head sliding up neatly into Mark’s lap.

“Ah! Eh, eep!” My soft whimpers and moans manage to embarrass me even through the sexual haze my mind is in. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I can’t cover my face with them. So instead I lean my face into Mark’s thigh to try and hide my face and muffle my embarrassing squeaky whimpering. Sasha gives me no mercy though, and keeps pounding into my sore pussy.

Suddenly Mark’s hand is on my cheek and, gently but firmly, pushes my face away from his thigh and towards his hardening cock. He lifts me up so he can readjust his legs to not be in the way, then lays my head onto the bed between his legs while his cock rests on my face. He rubs it against my soft cheek, its warmth making me blush more as I bite my lip to try and keep my soft squeaking mewling to a minimum.

As she keeps fucking me methodically, I feel Sasha run her hands slowly up my body, pausing for a moment over my breasts to give them a quick groping before continuing on up to my neck. She gently wraps her fingers around my throat, just beneath my chin so she can also control where my face is. She says between grunts, “hmm, don’t you want to, hmm, thank Mark for all his, hmm, hard work today?”

Mark’s cock is still lightly damp, but it’s already drying up from its previous wetting. Despite its frequent use today, he’s managed to keep it surprisingly clean. I think he must have wiped himself down at least once when I wasn’t looking. Regardless, he’s quickly hardening up again as he rubs himself against my cheek. His hands come down and gently grasp both of my ears, softly rubbing and massaging the cartilage between his fingers. It feels strangely and wonderfully intimate.

“Thasha, ah, Mark, hme! … Love you!” I blurt out my confession weakly between my gasps and moans, and tighten my eyes shut shyly. With my eyes shut I can only hear Sasha chuckle, and feel the shaking through our phallic connection. Her hand on my throat presses upward, pushing my chin up so I look more towards Mark. His cock slowly slides up across my cheek until only his tip is still touching me, which he slowly traces over from my cheek to my trembling, whimpering lips.

“Be gentle with her…” Sasha doesn’t seem to see the irony of her words as she keeps pounding into my tight and sore pussy, sending wave after wave of merciless pleasure to dominate my senses until my whole body feels like jello.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” The continued fucking keeps me unable to fully process what this short conversation means, but it doesn’t matter as it becomes obvious as he presses forward, his cock sliding into my mouth.

It’s only at this point that I finally realize Mark’s hands and legs are free. I knew he was lying! I don’t know exactly when he did it, but at some point he managed to un-cuff himself and free the bindings from his legs. I moan indignantly into his cock, but it is quickly joined and overridden by more basic and primal moans as Sasha continues her ****. Her hand around my neck begins to slide up and down slightly, almost as though she were trying to jerk off my neck.

I’m not really mad at Mark, but I am becoming concerned as his cock keeps sliding further into my mouth, filling it up completely with its girth until it reaches the back of my throat. Being on my back with my head tilted back, my throat is a straight shot down to my esophagus. I’m nervous, but I trust Sasha and Mark to take care of me. I try my best to roll my tongue around his large obstruction in my mouth, but its girth makes it difficult. Stopping at my throat, Mark begins to rock his hips, not going any deeper, just slowly face fucking me as his hands continue to rub and massage my ears.

For a split moment I feel another round of identity dissonance. I was a large man, taller than Mark by a little, and yet here I am being spit-roasted by Sasha and Mark with my hands bound behind me because Sasha decided to be kinky… no. No, I refuse to feel weird about this. I find some strength left in my legs and wrap them around Sasha’s waist to help pull her into me with each thrust. I can’t do anything equivalent for Mark, but I moan, lick, and suck, as best I can as his cock slowly pistons into my mouth. As strange as this all is, I’m happy. I love Sasha. I really like Mark, even if I have the occasional uncharitable thoughts about him. I might even love him. Either way, I’m right where I should be, between my two lovers.

Of course, all I can do to express this is use my jelly legs to hold Sasha, and try to tense my pussy for her… shit, it’s a dildo. She can’t feel that. I whimper sadly at the realization, but keep clenching anyways. Sasha doesn’t seem to mind either way, somehow increasing her pace even more as she fucks me harder. The **** of her thrusts slides me slight up, impaling my face further onto Mark’s cock as he continues to thrust. He accidentally pushes harshly against the back of my throat, and I rapidly have to make a decision. I do my very best to loosen my throat muscles as much as possible, and his cock slides past my uvula and into my throat. For a split moment he pauses in his thrusts, probably surprised by the new sensation, before he starts to pull out. Unfortunately that triggers my gag reflex, which I had only barely managed to suppress. My whole throat spasms and contracts as I **** on his cock, and he quickly pulls out to let me breathe, cough and gasp.

“Shit are you okay?” Mark sounds concerned, but his dick clearly enjoyed the brief moment of being inside my tight throat as it is still rock hard. Sasha also pauses in her thrusts, letting me catch my breath.

After a few more coughs, I manage to speak. “Yeah. I jutht wathn’t ready. You can… keep going. I mean, I think I can, um… hold my breath? Or… uh…” I feel tongue tied and flustered, unsure how to say what I want.

Sasha chuckles and strokes my cheek, running her thumb over my lips to gently silence me. “I think you mean, ‘please Mark, fuck my throat.’ Is that what you want?”

Damnit Sasha! My face is melting now, and Sasha slowly begins to rock her hips into me again. Her hand on my chin pushes my face back up, until I’m again looking at his hard cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and give in to Sasha’s aura of sexiness. “P-pleathe Mark… my… my throat…” I mumble the last part, but slowly open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out to leave no doubt about my request.

I hear Mark laugh softly, then feel his cock rub slowly across my tongue before sliding back inside my mouth. Sasha holds herself back, keeping her thrusts slow to let Mark be more careful. He reaches the back of my throat again, but this time he very intentionally pushes past it. I do my best to relax, trying not to gag. I fail, gagging, but after a moment of discomfort as my throat tries to shove the obstruction out, I’m able to relax again. He slowly pushes deeper, occasionally having to stop as another gag causes my throat to ripple and clench around him.

“Holy fuck, look at her throat…” Sasha sounds amazed, her hand once more massaging my neck. It feels like it has bulged a bit, the whole of feeling stretched to make room for Mark’s girth. Still, it can’t be that far in, I’m sure it just feels… I open my eyes as some flesh softly touches my nose. Holy fuck is right, that’s his ball sack. I’m… I’m actually deep throating him. The realization cause me to gag again, but he clearly has faith now in my ability to **** down my reflex as he just holds himself deep inside me, enjoying the sensation of my throat massaging his cock.

By some kind of unspoken agreement, both Sasha and Mark seem to decide it’s time to take things to the next level. Still going slowly, they synchronize their motion and pull partially out of both ends of me, before slowly pushing back in. My eyes water with the strain of keeping my gagging in check, but I persevere as my body is rocked by their phallic penetrations. They keep increasing their pace, fucking my pussy and face faster and faster. I manage to keep breathing in time with their thrusts for a bit, but soon I can’t keep up, and begin to miss opportunities to breathe around the suffocating cock in my mouth.

My whole body feels wave after wave of painful pleasure shooting through me from Sasha’s ravaging of my pussy, and now even my throat is beginning to feel good in a strange, tingling sort of way that works wonderfully in tandem with Sasha’s fucking. I can’t handle it anymore, and my back arches, pushing my head back into the mattress and my ass harder into Sasha’s strap on. I can’t really breathe anymore, but fortunately Mark can’t handle my spasming body anymore and hilts himself in me, his balls smothering my nose and eyes as they tense up. I can feel his hot seed shoot down into my throat, already past my taste buds so I don’t have to worry about its flavor. He softens quickly, sliding out of my throat but remaining inside my mouth. As all three of us catch our breath, I slowly lick and suck his cock, mostly just because it’s in my mouth.

Sasha slides both hands behind my back and pulls me up. Mark’s cock slides from my mouth as she pulls me into her lap, the strap on still lodged inside of me. I whimper a bit as my still very sore and sensitive pussy is pressured from inside, but otherwise don’t complain as Sasha pulls me in for a deep kiss.

She breaks it off and whispers softly, “I love you.”

Mark joins us, hugging Sasha and sandwiching me between them… which **** me to contend with a simple reality. “I love you too… but we all need a shower.” I hear and feel Mark snort with a suppressed laugh, as Sasha looks confused before realizing how much sweat, not to mention other fluids, we had slowly covered ourselves in. It wasn’t too bad yet, since it was all still fresh… but we were probably only five or ten minutes away from smelling like dead fish.

Sasha smiles while sighing, “… girls only bath?”

“Why can’t I join?”

“The tub is too small.”

“We can make it work.”

“… fine.”

I can’t help but giggle at them. A few minutes later, Mark is proven correct. It’s a tight fit, but we can make it work.