Martin Jones - Black captain

The beautiful black girl reacted immediately to the additional stimuli, grateful for the attention of his fingers at her hungering cunt which helped take her mind off the torture she was enduring farther back from this suddenly sex-knowledgeable young white man… knowledgeable up to a point, that is, she sighed. His fingers strained at the moaning woman's genital flesh, insinuating themselves into the glistening confines of her softly moistening cuntal flesh. In a quick motion, he spread the soft cushions of her cuntal lips and slid his outstretched middle finger easily up into the already wet and sticky inner softness.

At the same time that he arched upward into her straining rear hole with his lust-bloated cock, he slid another finger up into her moisture-filled cunt and with his thumb began tickling the gentle folds that surrounded it. He knew that despite her pain, she would not be able to ignore the effects of his lewd playing with the tiny sensation-filled bud of her clitoris.

And gratifying pleasure did seep outward through Eflo's nakedly besieged loins as Douglas' finger continued to slide expertly between the hair-fringed lips of her excitedly tingling cunt wriggling obscenely in her hotly moistened wanton slit.

"Oooohhh, yessssss!" she groaned, a completely different wail than the first cries of pain. Her arousal became obvious to the feverishly straining ambassador as he continued to fuck her hard, slithering his ramrod prick inside the deep acquiescing asshole of the wriggling black woman.

"Do you like it now?" he called. "Say you like it up the ass baby! Say it!"

Eflo, half-crazy with the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure murmured noncommittally, "Ooooooohhhhhh!"

Douglas leered as though she had spoken in a language they both understood, "Great!" and his teeth tightly clenched, his fingers slaving away like white claws at the raw pulsating black flesh of Eflo's clitoris and cunt, he ground his lust-swollen fucking cock into her, feeling his own lustfully-driving hardness pounding into her craving asshole.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" he cried himself, feeling his own roiling cum starting to swell in his balls. "Are you ready to cum, Eflo?" he gasped. "Are you cumming soon?"

"Soon, my darling," she groaned, wriggling helplessly beneath him. "Very soon, baby!" At which point, Prudence, who had been standing silently in the doorway, enraged to the point of not being able to move or think clearly, let out a blood-curdling scream and tore into the bedroom.

"He's not your darling or your baby or anything else!" she screamed. "He's mine! Mine! Mine!" Then she turned on her new husband, flailing at him blindly, and screaming a torrent of words he never knew she knew! "You Goddamned bastard you! You rotten, fucking bastard! You son of a bitch! How could you do this! How could you do this to me?"

Tears were spurting bountifully from the tiny blonde's big blue eyes. Her wrapper and her flimsy pink nightgown fell away from her generous tits, revealing the softly jiggling mounds of milky white flesh with their dark rose tips. Her husband's guilt inflamed his own temper, and he wrenched her arm cruelly, flinging her brutally onto the bed beside Eflo, who tried but failed to see from her head down position what was going on…

"Just lie down and shut up!" the young ambassador ordered his wife. In the heat of his frustration, he was thinking none too clearly. "You Goddamn virgin, you! We're going to finish this off, and who knows, maybe you can learn something while we're at it! Hold her down, Eflo!"

The startled Eflo, wondering who the virgin could be, reached for the closest thing available, which was Prudence's milky, uplifted tit.

The poor little blond screamed in humiliation. "Let me go!" she implored vainly, feeling her husband's strong hand grasp viciously at her pale little cunt.

"Shut up!" he shouted again and then thrust two fingers deep inside her already moistened pussy.

"Ooohhhhhh!" the little wife wailed, feeling an insane flicker of desire at having Douglas forcefully enter with his fingers the still warmly tingling hole that so short a time ago the Head of State had been sucking. It was so awful, and yet she supposed she deserted what was happening to her. It was a secret between herself and God how she had really wanted Captain Happy. At least she supposed it was still a secret. Of course, Doug could have seen just as she had seen him! It was possible. She wondered!

Still, it was difficult to imagine that this man here, who had forced her to lie next to the black woman who was holding her down by a brutal grasp on her tender rosy nipple, was her new husband of only a month or so, Ambassador Douglas Harper! Prudence squirmed but dared not try to get up because she felt for sure that this strange woman, Eflo, would pinch off her nipple! Besides, Doug was pulling the electricity out of her inner being with his lascivious probings of her still easily aroused cuntal sheath and, by doing so, was melting some of the jealousy that had welled up inside of her… as well as any desire to leave!

Amazingly, Prudence found herself helplessly succumbing to her husband's probings and felt her whole body responding almost violently to his tickling, teasing attention to her nakedly exposed cunt. And Eflo was now tweaking the nipple of her tit while at the same time tickling gently the full outer swell of the baby-soft mound. Almost involuntarily, the spread-eagled blond found herself trying to understand who this mysterious black woman was, doing Douglas' bidding just as she had done the captain's!

Then slowly Prudence felt her knees pulling themselves up as her whole body responded to the dual manipulation by Eflo and Douglas. She curled herself in a tight, desire-ridden ball on the bed, rocking gently into her husband's hand while at the same time arching her yearning tits into Eflo's strangely rousing embrace.

Violently she fought the building feeling of lust and submission which was making her stay there, and her blood ran cold as she felt what was happening to her, what they were doing to her, what she was allowing to be done! It was insane! Douglas is making love to me with his fingers while he's fucking that black woman up the ass! And all three of us are on the same bed! Oh, God, how can I ever face myself again after all this! How can an ambassador's wife be such a cheap whore?

Muddled and confused, everything whirled in her mind, and she knew deep within her that she would never have the strength to run out on what was happening to her now, never be able to stop the swelling rushes of desire that were shaking her entire being.

"Ooooohhhhhh," she whimpered, no longer caring about tomorrow and how she would feel afterward, no longer thinking about the shame, only the ecstasy, the pleasure that was spreading throughout her helplessly captive body in spite of her feeble protests, obscene and horrible, yet sensually uplifting, taking her out of her former staid existence, out of the boredom of conventionality and protocol. After all, this was life, too!

'In fact, maybe this was really living! I've never in my life felt so alive!' she thought. Her tits ached for more attention.

"Harder," she whispered to the strange beautiful woman who now seemed so warm and alive to her. "Do it harder!" And Eflo in compliance, squeezed more insistently but gently into the soft swells of jiggling flesh as Douglas inches his fingers higher and higher between her whitely jerking thighs.

Pulling out of her pale-fringed pussy a feeling of ecstatic delight akin to different colored party streamers that kept coming and blowing and waving in the wind… it had been a birthday party… her husband's strong hand controlled the extent of her building lust. Oh yes, she was just as excited as when she was a child and it was her birthday!