THE MASK, part 2 "JoAnna," Mistress said, stepping from behind me. She was only wearing a plain white slip, sheer hose and white heels. "You shouldn't be frightened of our guest; you've met him before. As I remember, darling, you liked him very much!" The masked figure released me, stood up and bowed in an exaggerated, almost comical fashion. He was, except for the mask, completely naked. Relatively tall and well proportioned, he appeared to be no older than thirty- five. Beneath his flat, tanned stomach his flaccid cock was dark pink against a nest of almost blond pubic hair. Mistress stepped beside him, took his penis in her hand and held it out for my inspection. "Doesn't this look familiar, darling?"
"Yes," she said, "it's Patrick. I've invited him to play with us again." The masked figure moved back a step or two from me and slightly to one side. Mistress continued holding his cock. As I watched, fascinated by the contrast between her pale, red tipped fingers and the darker hue of his flesh, his penis came to life, lengthening and stiffening in her hand. "Isn't it lovely, JoAnna?" Mistress slowly dropped to her knees in front of the masked figure. Looking directly at me, her eyes wide and sparkling, she began stroking Patrick's cock. "God! I just love the way he feels!" She leaned into him and held his penis against her cheek. "So hard, so soft all at the same time." Still looking at me, she pulled the organ toward her parted lips. Her pink tongue lightly caressed the tip of his cock. "Do you remember how good it tasted, darling?" She smiled at me, then turned her head and swallowed as much of his cock as she could.
I strained to breathe. Emotions raced through me like wild animals fleeing a fire: shock, fear, anger, hurt, amazement, excitement and, finally, pride. Pride that my Mistress could seduce such a handsome lover. Her eyes now closed, Mistress continued to gently suck on Patrick's cock, one hand on his shaft and the other cupping his balls. Now I felt another emotion: jealousy. I wanted to be in her place, on my knees, with his cock in my mouth. My own penis rose beneath my panties.
With apparent reluctance, Mistress released Patrick's penis, then turned to smile at me. "Darling, Patrick is going to fuck me now and I want you to watch. I want you to see his dick slide into me." She pulled away from her masked lover, then lowered herself to the carpeted floor. Now on her hands and knees, her body parallel to my feet, her face to my right, she looked up at me. "Am I close enough, JoAnna? I want you to have the best possible view." She looked magnificent; her body taut beneath the unadorned slip, her thighs and calves all graceful curves in nylon. I wanted her. I imagined the tight, wet grip of her cunt. It would be agony having to watch someone else take her. "While Patrick fucks me I'm going to tell you how it feels, darling; I'm going to share every sensation, every emotion, with you."
Mistress glanced up at the masked figure and he quickly stepped around her. His cock, now fully erect, bobbled as he moved. Kneeling behind her, he lifted her slip, exposing the twin, white globes of her ass. "I can't wait," she said to me, her eyes half-closed. "The anticipation is cold fire. My nipples are hard; my mouth is dry." Mistress shifted her body, spreading her legs slightly farther apart. Patrick moved closer to her, caressed the bare flesh of her thighs and ass. Mistress shivered as his hand slipped between her legs. "I'm so wet. I wish you could feel me, darling; I'm a river." One of his fingers slipped into her. "Oh, God, he's teasing me; his touch is so light." Mistress shook her head, then smiled at me. "Now he's touching my clit," her head came up, her eyes closed. "Teasing me again, spreading fire down my legs, to my tits." Patrick moved still closer to her. Now his thighs touched hers. He leaned backwards. His cock looked bigger, looked huge. He grasped himself with one hand and began moving toward her again. Mistress stiffened, anticipating what was coming next. She looked steadily at me, biting her lower lip, her face frozen in concentration. "His cock is touching me now, darling. He's using the tip, running it across my cunt lips." She pushed her ass back suddenly, trying to force him to enter her. Patrick just as quickly pulled away. "Please, oh, please Patrick. Don't tease me anymore. Give me your cock. Please, give it to me now." Ignoring her plea, he reached forward, began stroking her back. His hands slid around her sides until he was clutching her breasts. "I want him so bad!" her eyes, looking up at me, where wide and tinged with sadness. "He's pinching my nipples. It hurts," she shivered again, "but I love it."
He penetrated her with sudden, shocking force, his hips striking her ass so hard that her pale flesh rippled beneath the assault. Mistress screamed and fell forward, her arms collapsing beneath her. "He's so deep," she moaned, "so big." Patrick did not move. "No one has ever filled me up the way he does." Her words knocked the breath out of me. "It's like no one has ever fucked me before." Her voice was soft, airy, half moan. I shrank against the back of the chair, trying to ignore the knot of pain in my stomach. "Oh, darling, if you had a cock like this I'd be your slave." Her ass shook as she pushed back against her lover. "With you sex was always," she paused, "adequate. I didn't mind it; sometimes I even enjoyed it." Patrick at last pulled away from her. I could just see the glistening shaft of his now massive cock between their thighs. He pistoned into her; she moaned again. "But with him it's so different. So consuming." Her lover began fucking her with a steady, forceful rhythm. "Oh, Jesus, I wish you could feel this, feel what his cock is like inside me. Hard, huge; it fills me completely. Not just my cunt. All of me, every inch of me." Her head shook. "Oh, God, he owns me." She looked away from me, dropped her head to the carpet.
I listened to their breathing, the soft slapping of their bodies coming together. There was a slight sheen of sweat spreading over his chest and shoulders. The odor of her cunt filled my nostrils. I wanted desperately to be released, to join them, to be them. Beneath the swirls of my cotton dress I was stone. My own dick, smaller than his, oozed in sympathy with the lovers at my feet.
"I'm going to come soon," Mistress said between soft whimpers. "He's going to make me come." Her face peered at me from beneath cascading hair. "I never came with you, darling." I was stunned; she couldn't be telling the truth. "I'm sorry. I wanted to; I tried very hard to come." Patrick quickened his pace. "I used to think it was my fault," her voice sounded far away, "until I met Patrick." She pushed her ass hard against him. "That first time. I wish I could tell you, make you understand, darling; it was like being reborn."
She looked away. I watched his hard, tanned body drive into hers. She began calling his name. I almost didn't recognize her voice. She said his name louder, more frequently. Now she was almost shrieking. He was pulling further out of her now before driving back into her. "Make me yours, Patrick," Mistress whispered, her voice childlike. "Make me yours again, Patrick, please!" She was shaking violently now. "Oh, yes, yes, Patrick, yes, lover, yes!" Her head twisted toward me. I could only see one eye and part of her mouth. "Patrick, I'm yours, just yours, only yours!" I closed my eyes. I could no longer bear to look at her. I was crying. She seemed so far away from me. I felt totally, utterly lost. Despite the pain, because of the pain, I had to look at her again. She was still looking at me. "I'm coming, JoAnna! Patrick's making me come now!" She screamed his name again. Her body jerked. Patrick pushed hard against her, his upper body curling over her back, the lower edge of the hideous mask touching her neck. His name became a plaintive mantra for her, the single word tumbling from her lips repeatedly as rapidly as she could mouth it.
The image of their suddenly stilled bodies, their merged flesh, the smell of their completed coupling, scalded me, searing away all thought. Beneath the pale pink, cotton dress Mistress had purchased for me and ordered me to wear, inside my pale blue, lace-trimmed panties, my cock erupted. The orgasm pushed me into near unconsciousness. It was only later I learned that I, too, had screamed Patrick's name again and again and again and again, my voice harmonizing with hers in the fading afternoon light.

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