The Time of Her Life-Part V

And they stood there, he with his cock plunged all the way down her throat, immobile except of the ever twitching thumb and forefinger of his left hand, rolling the lips of her slit back and forth, massaging her engorged clit between them, she with her mouth opened as wide as she could open it, tears streaming from her eyes with the extreme pressure of barely being able to breathe through her partly clogged nostrils, her throat stretched beyond being stretched, the pain and pressure in her throat countered by the pleasure she received from his twirling fingers, the two of them seemingly motionless.

And then slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull back, slowly withdrawing from her throat, his cock now covered in saliva thickened with the other secretions from deep in her gullet, the thick wetness forming ropes between his cock and her wide open mouth, his organ glistening in the natural light of the afternoon.

As I continued to watch them, he casually reached over to the nighttable, her nighttable, and opened the drawer, where we kept the lube, not taking out her favorite raspberry flavored lube but rather something I'd never seen before, something called Maximus, something thicker, more viscous, much less liquid, and he put the bottle in her right hand. "Open yourself up, and make yourself wet", he told her, "not your pussy, that's sopping wet already. I want you to take your fingers, two fingers, then three fingers, and loosen up your asshole for us. Be a good girl and do that right now."

And I watched as she obeyed his command, pouring a large dollop of the lube into her right hand, bringing her legs way up, reaching down between them and smoothed the lube into her buttcrack, pausing now and then to make sure she covered the whole area. We had never done this, ever, but it seemed like a practiced motion to her. Then she started, first with one finger and then with two, masturbating her asshole, the other hand reaching down to her slit, the middle finger eagerly searching for her clit and finding it, rapidly moving up and down, matching the motions behind her. She started to moan once again, getting off on touching both of her openings at the same time.

"The third finger, slut," he told her, and she wantonly pierced herself with another finger, first bunching them up one on top of the other, then putting them side by side by side, all three in a line, stretching her asshole open wide.

"This is gonna be fun," he said, as he walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed up on it. "We'll make a sandwich of her."