(For backstory, read 'All I could do was watch' pt 1)
Even though I had just spent the last twenty minutes listening to John and Tara ravishing my girlfriend, I wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted me when I turned to face them.
John and Tara sat at opposite ends of the living room sofa, with Mary's naked, sweaty body stretched out between them. Tara's face was buried in Mary's ass. The dark-haired woman slurped loudly and made appreciative little vocalizations as her tongue danced in and around Mary's asshole. My girlfriend's mouth was full of John's cock, and she let out muffled, throaty moans around it as she bucked her round ass against Tara's face. The tableau was obscenely erotic. John wore the self-satisfied smirk of a debauched monarch being serviced by two especially talented members of his harem.
Sensing that she was being observed, Mary lifted her face from John's dick and met my gaze. Her eyeliner was streaked down her face, mingled with tears and perspiration. Her mouth lolled open stupidly; strands of saliva and precum ran from her lips to the head and shaft of John's cock. Mary's eyes reflected hardly any recognition of me. She appeared completely high on hormones and endorphins. Behind her, Tara did something with her tongue and Mary shuddered and whimpered without breaking eye contact with me.
"Let's go to the bedroom," said John, pushing my girlfriend gently but authoritatively off the couch and onto the carpeted floor. Tara nestled against him and prodded Mary with her foot. "Go on slut," she instructed. "Go wait for us in bed."
As Mary stumbled off to comply, John took the opportunity to check in with me. He wanted to make sure that I was still enjoying myself and wasn't about to bolt for the door or get belligerent. I reassured him that while it was a lot to process and I was feeling literally nauseous from jealousy, it was worth it to see how much Mary was enjoying being treated like a sex worker that the couple had rented for the night.
"That's good," John replied as he rose from the sofa and drew Tara to her feet. "Because I'm about to go rearrange your girl's guts and blast her face with my cum, and I wanted to see if you had a problem with that."
"Just to be clear," he added as the three of us made our way down the hall, "if you did have problem with it, I'd still fuck Mary until she can't walk a straight line, I'd just tell you to get the fuck out of our house before I did so." He said this with a smile and Tara giggled and swatted his arm with a shocked expression, which I took to mean that the threat was made in jest. But with a thrill of shame I realized that even if he hadn't been joking, I would still do whatever he told me to. It was like he had Mary and me both under a spell.
We walked into the couple's bedroom to find Mary sprawled naked on top of the white comforter, her hand working busily between her thighs. As Tara and John took up positions on either side of her, she leered up at them while continuing to stroke herself.
"What took you so long," she moaned.
In reply, John grabbed her ankles and tugged Mary's body down toward the foot of the bed, while Tara climbed onto the bed and straddled Mary's face. As Tara lowered herself down onto Mary's waiting mouth, John unrolled a condom onto his erection and positioned himself between my girlfriend's outstretched legs. As he penetrated her, Mary's cry was stifled by Tara's pussy.
Tara leaned forward until her face was inches away from the point where John's body entered Mary's. Her tongue ran alternately across John's shaft and Mary's clit, which elicited groans of pleasure from each of them in turn. The three fell into a rhythm, each striving to bring the others to orgasm. Soon they resembled a single, straining organism, a tangle of interlocking body parts and wet noises.
Tara was the first of the trio to cum. She bore down against Mary's face and let out a hoarse cry as she whipped her long, brown hair about her face. When she rolled off to reach for the glass of water on her nightstand, I could see her juices glistening on Mary's face.
Witnessing his partner's climax spurred John to new heights of arousal, and he slammed into my girlfriend with redoubled vigor. Each thrust was punctuated by a yelp from Mary and the slap of flesh on flesh as their hips met. Tara watched the action greedily, a feral gleam in her eye as she cheered John on.
"That's it baby," she urged. "Get that pussy! Take it, it's yours! Beat it up!"
At that, Mary's entire body stiffened and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Then she started to convulse. She howled as she rode the cock inside her to a thrashing orgasm.
I felt like I was about to explode. It was all too much to take in. Overstimulated, my heart pounding, I squeezed my hard cock through my jeans and gasped at the sensation.
"Uh-uh, bad boy!" Tara had noticed my gesture and was glaring at me with disapproval that seemed entirely unfeigned. "No touching, remember? Not even yourself. Although it looks like you don't even need any touching."
This last part was said with a mocking laugh, and I realized that she was referring to the fact that so my trousers were stained with so much precum that it looked like I had wet my pants. Cheeks aflame with embarrassment, I jerked my hand away from my crotch with an unintelligible apology.
John smiled at the exchange. "That's a shame, bud," he teased. "I was about to tag you in, see if you wanted to join the party, but since you can't follow instructions, I guess I'm going to have to keep this hot little slut of yours all to myself."
He pulled Mary up off the bed and spun her around so that her back was to him. She still seemed drugged, her senses completely overwhelmed by relentless sensation. Tara promptly forgot all about me and returned her attention to her new playmate. With a mischievous smile, she laid down and opened her legs.
"Ready for another round, baby?" Mary grinned and nodded her head.
John entered her battered pussy from behind, and her face contorted in mingled discomfort and ecstasy. As he began pumping his hips, Tara reached up to play with Mary's nipples and clitoris.
"You like this, baby," Tara cooed. "You want to leave your dumb boyfriend and stay with us? You want to be our little whore and get to cum every single day? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Afterward, Mary swore to me that she'd had no idea what Tara had said to her; she was too preoccupied with what John's cock was doing to her to make sense of the words. But in the moment, she nodded even more emphatically and repeated, "uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh" through slack lips.
"You gonna cum again slut?" John panted as he pushed against her hips again and again. "You gonna cum real big for me? You gonna cum all over my dick?"
"Yeah!" Mary exclaimed. "Yeah! Yeah! Ohhhh I'm close...I'm close...I'm — ohhh shiiitttt! Ahh! Ahh!" And once again, her body shook from head to toe as she came.
John withdrew his still-erect penis and stepped back to catch his breath. Mary sank to the floor like a marionette with cut strings and sat there panting. Tara, clearly having caught her second wind, leapt off the bed and crouched down next to Mary.
"Mmm, I want to lick your cum off of John's cock, baby," she purred, and leaned forward to accept the hard member that John had positioned in front of her face. As Tara bobbed her head back and forth, she placed her hand on the nape of Mary's neck and drew her forward until their faces were at the same level. Tara took her mouth from John's dick and kissed Mary deeply.
"Finish him off, baby," she said.
Mary took over Tara's oral ministrations, her hands reaching around John's ass to pull him toward her. It didn't take long. He was on the verge of cumming already, and when Mary hollowed her cheeks in a maneuver I was all too familiar with, he threw his head back with a strangled roar.
"Fuck!" Frantic now, all composure abandoned, John yanked Mary's face back by the hair and took hold of his wet, twitching cock. "Here it comes, you fucking whore," he growled, right before jets of hot, viscous fluid struck Mary squarely in the face.
As John and Tara collapsed into each other's arms, Mary looked over at me with an exhausted, satisfied smile.