Desi porn story of a young trainee masseur: 3
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Threesome bisexual story: The woman suddenly thrust up, her body arching, and then she held still, her breathing harsh, and her finger fierce in Prem’s hair…
Her pussy literally gushing out her joy, the ultimate culmination of her sexual satiation… smearing the boy’s mouth, nose and chin with her powerfully odoriferous orgasmic juices, almost drowning the teen in her deluge!
“Aahhhhhhhhhh…” she finally let out a long, strangled sigh before slumping back, gasping for air, her hands still holding Prem’s face pressed firmly in her pussy.
Almost immediately the man pulled at Prem’s penis, literally tugging him off her by his cock… forcing the Prem to scramble up…
“Get off the bed!” he commanded releasing Prem’s penis, literally shoving him off the bed, his voice thick with lust, almost choked.
The man was panting as he hurriedly climbed in, taking Prem’s place between the woman’s parted thighs — his fascinatingly tiny, barely four inches of slim dick erect, weirdly curved, his pubes shaved clean.
And without much ado lay atop of her, entering her… letting out a satisfied sigh as he sank in.
The woman lay silent… her eyes fixed on Prem as he stood by the foot of the bed, looking down at the mating couple… still stunned (and outraged) at being so abruptly, and unceremoniously, tugged off her… fuming as he watched the man begin to fuck his wife.
Suddenly remembering the sniggers and derisive snorts of the boys, back at the parlour – the man was indeed a creep, and weird as fuck – no wonder they didn’t want to come!
Wondering whether the man simply enjoyed watching another guy go at his wife, deriving some sort of sick pleasure out of it…
Or, maybe, he was unable to satisfy her with his obviously inadequate equipment, and lack of skill, and therefore needed someone else to pleasure her, make her come… before he fucked her, and got his rocks off?!
Then why not get a straight escort?
Probably because Jimmy was right – the guy was a closet gay – and unable (for whatever reason) to live his dream, simply derived joy from watching another naked male go down on his wife while he groped and fondled his genitals…
And since a straight guy would probably not allow him to play with their man-parts, he engaged gay escorts!
And what was he supposed to do, huh? Just stand there and watch him labour between his wife’s thighs?!
Suddenly wondering what the condoms were meant for… what purpose they served? The guy was actually fucking his wife without putting on one, so why place a whole packet on the nightstand?!
Could it be a subtle message? A silent hint? Did the man want Prem to… um… could it really mean… ???
Standing there with his erect cock throbbing painfully, and watching the man hump his wife — grunting with each thrust… his surprisingly full and firm buttocks rising and falling between her spread thighs…
Their body rocked by his frenzied hunching — Prem felt bitter… felt cheated, and used!
Livid as he silently watched those large, fleshy mounds bounce and jiggle, the cheeks parting each time the ass rose as the man pulled out… offering Prem fleeting glimpses of his tiny little crinkled opening hidden within the deep cleft… pushing out each time… pouting… seeming to wink at him!
The sight also aroused him, made him outrageously horny — after all, the man had literally tugged him off the woman just when he was dreaming of fucking her — and suddenly Prem’s resentment turn to rage… his rage birthing a desire for vengeance…
Well, teenage is the time for rebellion and revolt… retribution and retaliation… one just doesn’t give in meekly!
Picking up the bottle Prem slathered his raging cock with the oil, (and no, he wouldn’t wear a condom!), quickly climbing back in bed, kneeling between the man’s parted legs…
Noticing the slight smile on the lady’s face as he looked down… Her eyes twinkling as she watched him get into position behind her husband…
She obviously knew what Prem was planning, and seemed to approve of it… Her smile, that twinkle in her eyes, making it evident – there was neither confusion there, nor consternation!
Prem positioned himself… keenly observing the sway of his hips, watching his buttocks lift high and then slam down… Watching the cheeks part and then tighten with each hunching… getting a hang of the man’s rhythm…
With his heart slamming, and his pulse racing, his lust enflamed young mind in tumult with all the varied emotions jostling around.
There was trepidation, and a good measure of fear… there was determination, enwraped in incertitude… and there was a healthy dose of vengeful rage!
He knew he’d have only one chance at it – one single chance at breaching the man’s orifice and entering him.
He’d have just one single thrust at ramming in before the man realised and reacted, and he knew if he failed in his first attempt, if he faltered, the man could snap him into pieces like a twig!
But busy grunting away as he huffed and puffed over his wife, the man remained unaware of the happenings behind him, didn’t even seem conscious as Prem quickly moved in closer, his cock in a firm grip…
The flexing shaft aligned, the tip poised perfectly…
And as the ass lifted high one more time, the cheeks parting, the clenched mouth pushing out… Prem slammed down and thrust in!
The man’s ass instinctively seemed to jerk away, the cheeks tightening… and then swayed high, the hole pouting out as Prem’s cock head rammed, tearing right in!
Was it simply the oil? Was it the suddeness? Or, was the tight anal ring dilated enough in sexual pleasure?
Whatever it might be, Prem was in – the man’s sphincter stretching wide and then snapping shut as soon as the boy’s cockhead popped in!
“AAAHHHH!!!” the man’s head snapped back as he screamed with the shock, and obviously, the pain… his ass jerking and wiggling in an attempt to escape, dislodge Prem’s relentless cock boring into him…
But alas, he was restricted in his efforts, his movements, by his wife as she quickly raised both her legs, knees bent…
Her thighs pressing against his hips on either side, holding him in place… and both her arms wrapping around his shoulders in a tight hug!
Before the man could recover from the shock, the suddenness… force his wife’s legs apart and roll off her… throw the teen off his back… Prem pulled back a little, and steadying his hips rammed in with all his might…
His thick teen phallus ripping deeper into the stiflingly tight flesh sleeve, his rabid cock pushing the membranes aside and slithering higher into the amazingly velvety depths of the man’s rectum… sinking in over halfway!
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And instantly Prem felt the agitated innards grip him in a vice, the undulating linings clenching down one moment, and then seeming to relent, creating a weird suction that tugged at his cock with a force that was spine-tinglingly unbearable!
Once the initial shock of his ravishment wore off…
Once the reality of his situation sank in, the man groaned, “Kya… ah, kya kar rahaa hain tu, bhenchod?!” peheli baar Angrezi chhod Hindi me poochaa.
“Aapka gaand chod raha hoon, sir!” Prem grunted without pausing, relentless in his effort to shove in the last remaining inches of his fat cock into the man’s ass.
“Aaaaaah…” the man cried out, struggling to raise himself, free himself and move away – but his wife, with all her limbs, still held him in her loving embrace… and with Prem bearing down on him, he was trapped!
To be continued…