Attacked in jail

Chapter 6 – THREE-WAY SESSION.

See one different face of life. Happiness in the hardest conditions. Eight beggars who live happily together. You can read my trilogy in two languages: in Spanish, Luces de la Tierra in luces-delatierra.blogspot.com or in English, Lights of the Earth in lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com

It was gold that we could feel in the terrace of the 21st century where Belinda and I were sitting waiting for Harry. The weather was capricious and it seemed like it had suddenly returned to September. She looked at me and said.

-Hope he comes; it seems to me that now both of us need him just as much as he needs us. Would you mind that we both have sex with him often now?

-Both of us together or separately, my love. It would be perfect for us three.

-I am so horny I could squirt here and now. I am remembering how everything aroused me yesterday and I cannot wait to see much more. I would like to see you doing everything you’ve told me you do with him. Hope you don’t think wrong of me now.

-Of course I want you to see me doing everything, Belinda, and I won’t think wrong of you. I love you so much. Look, here he is.

It was obvious Harry had been fighting with himself whether to come or not. He respected us both too much and his greatest fear now was separating us. But he shrugged his shoulder and kissed us both, first Belinda’s lips, then me on the cheek. Finally he sat down with us and called the waiter. Belinda and I were having coffee and he ordered a new coffee for him.

-I’m glad to see you again, but… -he didn’t know how to go on, but Belinda, straight as ever, shot him a question.

-Harry, tell us the truth. You love one of us or both, isn’t it?

-It’s true, Belinda, when I was fucking Mike before you I realized that all the time I have known Mike had finally reached that point where my heart would sooner or later be reached. But then I looked at you and knew that I had also fallen in love with you. I was desperate and had to leave you. I was thinking about it at home when Mike’s phone call came and he told me something that does not make any sense. You two are so beautiful together that I should never be a stain in your love. It has been a beautiful dream so far, Mike, but now I should leave you alone with your hot girl. I had to come and tell you all this. Be happy together; I must leave you.

And he was about to stand up and go but Belinda would not allow him to leave us.

-Sit down, Harry, and listen to me now. Has the thought ever crossed your mind of how we both need you? If you leave Mike now, sooner or later he will be with other boys for of course he will always have my permission to have sex with anyone he fancies. But he will inevitably have the need to be dominated now. Think that a stranger might not give him the same pleasure and he might go mad and hurt him, but that would never be a need for him if you continue to be his master. You showed me yesterday that you know him very well and would never hurt him. All you give him is pleasure. And as for me… well, I’ve never been a faithful woman. I knew from very young I would need more than one man for my needs, not only sexual needs. I know Mike understands me and wants me the way I am. And it is heaven to have sex with you too, with my husband’s master. We don’t love you yet, Harry, but we have been talking and that possibility may soon come true. But now you have a slave and lover in Mike, who is devoted to you; don’t let him down. And his wife needs, she desperately needs to be your lover too. So please don’t leave us now, Harry. We need you, and love or not, we could become a threesome.

-And what can I do now?

-Drive us both crazy again and have a so-called three-way session. You will not order me but you can tell me what you want me to do with my husband or with you. And I would like to see everything you often do to him, I mean everything, Harry, don’t be shy. I think the three of us have the need to lose all our inhibitions and get used to become three. And if you still feel lonesome after the session you will come to our house and sleep with us. Have you prepared a session, Harry?

-I have. Oh, Belinda, are you sure about all this?

-I am.

-Ok, then you may come to my house now. You still don’t know it, Belinda.

-Sir –I told him-, yesterday you did not call me H-A-RR-Y’s slave or H-A-RR-Y’s toilet. Please do it today.

-All in good time, Mike. As far as we are in this terrace your only name of course will be Mike. Then I will be changing your names as far as the session progresses. Well, I hope it is fun again for both of you. You may come to my house now.

He was for a good while showing Belinda the house I had known yesterday, everything but the basement now and he suddenly asked if we would like a new coffee. We answered it would be perfect and went to the kitchen then. As he was preparing coffee and my wife was sitting down, he told me.

-Well, M-I-K-E. You see? Here I can call you M-I-K-E. First thing you have to do is make me hard so you will strip here. Your clothes will be in the kitchen all the time we are on the basement. I will take my clothes off down there and Belinda can do as she prefers. So strip, M-I-K-E, it’s an order.

Belinda could notice how happy I had become that he was already ordering me about before her. So I did strip completely and I sat naked to have my coffee.

-I’m not sure we could be a threesome –Harry said-, but at least I know which ones are the desires of this hot man here and I’ll try to make him happy. And I hope I can make you happy too, Belinda. But don’t talk of threesomes now, please. We shall see how things are working for us three.

-Ok, Harry –my wife said.

We were for ten more minutes drinking our coffees and at last knowing he would have to face it sooner or later, Harry said that we could go down to the basement. He and my wife went down the stairs in their clothes; I went down in my nudity as a good slave should.

Once we reached again that wonderful place of pleasure, his basement, he said he would strip now, with my wife’s permission.

-Of course, Harry, this is your house. And I also desire to see you naked again.

So in just three minutes my master was again naked as the day he was born. And then Belinda said it was her turn now for of course she would be naked too. My master and I had two big boners watching that hot girl taking all her clothes off again till at last the three of us were naked. She sat on a chair nearby and started to finger fuck herself as I saw Harry putting on his black boxing gloves. He had explained to me yesterday he liked boxing in the jail gym and that’s why he had a pair of brown boxes there; but here at home he had a black pair. Then looking at me, he asked me.

-What’s my name now, slave?

-Your name is Master H-A-RR-Y, Sir.

-Good, and what is your name?

-I am H-A-RR-Y’s slave, Sir.

-Hope you like watching this, Belinda.

And with no more words he punched my face. I saw my wife was wild with arousal and I asked Harry to please be punching me for minutes, in no hurry, I would withstand as many blows as he wanted to give me. He said he did not want to disfigure my beautiful face and he would punch me many more times but in other places. So he started a long time of punching me, not in a single spot but changing the places in my whole naked body. He punched my chest, my arms, my legs, even my feet, which was something new, punched me balls a couple of times as I smiled and told him thank you, Sir, and I shot my first load that day. Next he punched my dick and made me turn to start a slow punching of my ass. It was getting red, but he told me then.

-The punishment of your ass will continue. It is something new. I will do it just once and you will tell me if I should go on or not.

Then he took his belt and unexpectedly started to flog my ass with it. That new sensation made me scream in pain, yes, but also in pleasure and of course I told him to go on. I felt wonderfully knowing he has started a new painful game before my wife, already knowing my resilience and my desire to please Belinda in every possible way. But that was not the only thing he did. Never stopping to whip me with his belt, he now started to pull my hair. I was already growing a beard and he started pulling the hair on it and at every tug I answered thank you, Sir. So it was a combined painful game. He pulled every part of my body I had hair on while he lashed my ass with his belt. I never cried and was grateful to him that he was making me show my wife how resilient I could be. Always in the same order, but doubling it, he pulled the hair in my head twice, then my armpit hair but now in both my pits, and then my ass till he finally tugged twice at my pubic hair. I thanked him profusely as I watched my wife’s countenance and knew she was about to squirt, and she told me “I love you, Mike”. Harry still had to belt me three more times and he finally stopped, asking me.

-Are you happy now, H-A-RR-Y’s slave?

-Very happy, thank you, Sir.

-Now you should take care of your wonderful wife again. I would like to see you fucking one more time. Later we will continue with H-A-RR-Y’s slave’s tasks. Approach Belinda and fuck your wife, if she has nothing to object.

-I want to fuck with my husband again before you, Harry.

-Put on this condom, Mike. You must understand that I will only call you Mike when you’re having sex with your wife.

-Thank you, Sir.

-Now make her happy, Mike.

So I approached her and first gave her a long passionate kiss, telling her I love you and started to touch everything in her perfect body. And I finally made up my mind to fuck her again, but first I pressed my cock against her jungle of pubic hair and played with it affectionately till with a single shove I penetrated her cunt again. I started a changing rhythm, first slowly, then faster and harder and I was not aware that she had been gesturing Harry to approach her and telepathically told him she wanted to be sandwiched again between her two men and now it was his turn to fuck her ass for the first time. So I suddenly saw Harry’s cock impaling my wife’s ass, so close to my dick again, and he looked at me and began kissing my mouth. Thus we proceeded, with both our dicks pleasing Belinda again, now the other way round from yesterday and Harry kissed me, kissed her and thanked us both. We all three were moaning, again a three-headed creature, and we could have gone on at that pace for hours. It was more than twenty minutes I think when I felt Belinda was squirting, staining my dick with her fluids and that made me erupt next. Even so we waited for Harry to reach his climax and he did not take long. Bathing my wife’s ass for the first time, moaning and yelling, he thanked us both again and finally pushed his cock out from Belinda’s ass.

-Do you want to continue to be H-A-RR-Y’s slave?

-Of course, Sir.

-Then now you will please my entire body. You can start by rimming me again for a good while though not to take me to g-spot. But wait, I have to piss first.

In a position in which my wife could perfectly see what his husband was drinking, he stuck his cock again in my mouth and not quite inside, he gave me a new hot and long stream. Belinda said she was enjoying everything and was finger fucking herself so strong that she would soon squirt. That she told us.

-Now, slave, time for rimming.

Knowing that my wife was taking pleasure in everything, no sooner I started rimming he farted in my mouth again with a loud enough noise so she could perfectly know what my master was doing. But contrary to his habitual custom, he farted ten more times while I was rimming him, savouring as usual the juices from his ass, and the smell of farts gave it a better taste. I licked and licked with no hesitation till he asked me to stop. Now I should give him a new blowjob, he told me.

Every time I could gulp down my master’s dick, I was in heaven, but I started again at his balls, something Belinda still had not seen. I was a long while savouring them till I became ready to give his shaft the usual slave treatment that he liked so much. Sensuously tasting his head, full of pre-cum, I was for a while till I swallowed it complete and slowly took pleasure to his prime sexual organ.

-Yes, my love, go on like that. Give pleasure to your master’s cock –I heard Belinda shouting till she told me she was squirting again-. I love you, Mike –she told me again.

With Belinda’s arousal it was easy to continue to drive Harry crazy in the short time I needed now to make him shoot a new load in my mouth. Then he pulled his dick out, raised me and kissed me. Now he informed my wife.

-All of the things my slave does, Belinda, what comes now is what he likes most. I don’t have a strong smell now in them, but he likes them with whatever smell. I was gonna have a shower when you phoned me last night and though I thought it would be madness, I decided not to have a shower just in case. So my pits are not too sweaty but they are ripe enough. Show your wife how you like this smell, H-A-RR-Y’s slave. Lick them and jack off as you always do when you are in my pits.

-Yes, Sir.

Taking my hand to my cock again I was ready to revel in his man scent again as I started licking his right pit, for he had raised his right arm.

-I will soon squirt again, my love –Belinda told me-. It is not enough to know you enjoy his smell as you have so often told me. But different it is to watch my husband’s cock really hard as you are pumping it, reveling in Harry’s perfume, and about to burst. I don’t know if I have already told you that I love you, Mike –she smiled-. But this is so perfect. Oh, you know I am not a woman for a single man and you have always respected that in me. I am happier now knowing you are not a man for a single partner either. You enjoy both girls and boys and even enjoy being someone’s slave. So the situation is perfect for us two. Now we only have to convince Harry that we need him.

-Yes, my love. I agree with you that this situation is perfect for our love and it will be a greater love every day if we have Harry with us.

I said all this as I finished licking his right pit and it was I who raised his left arm now and started working in his left pit.

-Be there all the time you need to cum, slave –my master told me.

-Yes, Sir.

I think then I started my longest time licking his pit. Knowing that Belinda, instead of reproaching me anything, was encouraging me, wildly aroused and stating why it would be so perfect for our love to always have Harry, made me be even more careful in remaining longer in my master’s pit, pleasing it with my saliva. He enjoyed not also my aroused face as I slurped, but also the sensation of having a tongue working his pleasure in that sensitive spot. I was happier and calmer than ever. With my hard work, or easy work, I was achieving the prodigy of making us three more united to the others, and I took my time to slowly enjoy the very masculinity of that man that had made me crazy so many times and I would forever need, especially in that smell. After licking for almost half an hour I knew I had to sooner or later finish because some more things would come later that my wife had not yet seen, so I finally made up my mind, or say made up my cock, to blast my best load.

-Come here and kiss me, Mike –Belinda told me-. I need to show you my love and I also want to taste some of Harry’s smell in your lips.

My master was moved and almost crying every time he saw us kissing. After a long kiss, he called me to him again and he explained to my wife.

-This really was an ordeal for him the first day I made him lick them in jail. But he surprised me by saying that he wanted to show me his devotion and he has really learnt to enjoy that smell. So you know what comes now, H-A-RR-Y’s slave. Time to lick my feet.

-Right away, Sir.

I started licking his left foot then as I was savagely beating my meet and I heard Harry explaining to my wife.

-Your husband soon learnt to love this smell. See how he jerks himself off and enjoys.

I had then an impossible to describe feeling but that I will try to describe: I felt in that moment like a slave at auction. My master was explaining my virtues to my wife; he was showing me off, telling her why I was a good slave for him, what things I used to do and enjoy; how I did those things. But that sensation was arousing for me. I was pleasing my master and at the same time Belinda was finally able to see all her husband had told her he used to do but she had never seen. I changed to his right foot. He had even some rot in two of his nails that I scratched and ate. My wife kept on masturbating wildly and from time to time telling me again I love you. I think Harry then became persuaded that it was all being great fun for Belinda. I was for five more minutes in his not too stinking foot till I blasted a new load. Then he told me.

-Now, M-I-K-E, I am gonna fuck you again. But Belinda will be given more fun by her husband. You will lick her cunt till she squirts again as I fuck you. You will do it now when your mouth is still clean and before swallowing excrements. So start pleasing your wife again, slave, that’s an order.

So I approached my wife’s pussy and soon my tongue was moving inside her, moving like a pendulum in all the extension of her cunt, stopping sensuously at her clit and licking her wet vagina again. My master told me now.

-Every time you’re making love to that wonderful girl, your wife, you are only Mike, understood? And I am only Harry. So what are our names now?

-My name now is Mike, Sir and your name of course is Harry. Thank you for allowing me to please my wife again, Harry.

After a couple of minutes I felt my master’s shaft plunging my burning crack again and slamming me ferociously but of course I had nothing to object now whenever my master was shagging me. Belinda had already seen how my master fucked me but it was arousing for her seeing how her husband was used to that dick and clenched his ass muscles to convey more pleasure to him as I drove her inner spots crazy, carefully working her pleasure in every place in her pussy as if it were the first time I was savouring it. We continued at this pace for a quarter of an hour till Belinda squirted again, now in my mouth, allowing me to taste a new sample of her fluid which she told me was flowing because of me. Then Harry, still fucking me, said he was gonna try to make my wife squirt again if she agreed. Of course she said she agreed.

Now Harry, still fucking me, moved his tongue into my wife’s pussy and started to please her. The combined pleasure of fucking the husband and pleasing the wife’s cunt at the same time was driving him crazy, so much so that he said he would soon bathe my ass with his cum and knowing this, Belinda compliantly spilled a new river in Harry’s mouth. He drank happily for longer than a minute till, still drinking, he shot his load in my ass and I also busted a new load. Another orgasm for us three; it was heaven.

-And now, slave, the moment has come for your wife to see how pig my slave can be. Now your name is H-A-RR-Y’s toilet. I will start by pissing you again. So tell me, slave, what is your name now?

-My name is H-A-RR-Y’s toilet, Sir.

Belinda told me she was eager to see me fulfilling my toilet functions. She said this when my mouth was once again in my master’s cock ready to drink a new stream of his. I relished again in the taste of that wonderful yellow product, fresh from my master’s bladder. He was pissing me at some distance so Belinda could see again what my master was feeding me. Finally he stopped and my master told me to open my mouth for he was gonna spit for a good while.

-Come on, my love, show me happily and proudly how you enjoy being Harry’s toilet –Belinda shouted at me.

-I entreat you to be a long while spitting in my mouth now, Master H-A-RR-Y, Sir.

And he started. He cleared his throat first with a loud noise so Belinda was more aware of what a good toilet her husband was. Then he started a constant drizzle of small gobs that fell into my mouth and I swallowed expertly with a wide smile, and said.

-Everything from you is delicious, Master H-A-RR-Y, Sir.

And so he kept on spitting for more than five minutes and I never got tired and showed my wife how my mouth was slowly turning into a pond, getting progressively full with my master’s dirt and I swallowed and swallowed his water from the throat always smiling. Never had my master spat so much, sometimes more phlegm, and I was sated. After more than five minutes I heard my master again.

-And now, H-A-RR-Y’s toilet, keep your toilet mouth open. Not every day I have snot but my nose is loaded today and you will eat whatever comes out of both my nostrils.

I wanted to show my wife that I was also a proud handkerchief for my master. And he suddenly deluged me with his viscous yellow gelatin and I gulped down a long amount of snot coming down to my mouth, first from his left nostril and then with no pause from his right nostril.

-You have seen, Belinda, how well he swallows everything. The moment has come for you to finally see how your husband, my slave, eats my shit. Come here, H-A-RR-Y’s toilet. In this position she will be able to see what you are swallowing and smell it. Start licking my ass.

I instantly obeyed him and started a rimming I wanted long for my wife’s pleasure. That day my master farted me many times, aware that the piggier I became the more Belinda was having fun. We were in a position my wife could perfectly see Harry’s ass and she could perceive the moment he started shitting. She smelled what he shat and saw the first turd coming slowly into my mouth. She saw me clearly chewing that cake and swallowing that meal with security. She told me then.

-I have never been hornier in my life, Mike, my love. To see my husband finally doing what he has so often told me he did is much better than imagining. And you eat so naturally and showing no disgust. That’s the man I fell in love with, the most courageous of husbands. Eat, my love; you can be sure that after now I will spend all my life with you. I’m squirting again.

Seeing my wife squirting one more time and hearing the words she had uttered, Harry finally became convinced that he was improving the image my wife had of me, and now he shat me with confidence five more turds. That nauseating cake could have made any other man stop but I would continue eating even if he fed me that day the most putrid and fetid diarrhea, because I wanted Belinda to squirt endlessly that afternoon. But at one point the shit meal ended for that day. My wife said she would like to see me eating Harry’s shit more often. I nodded.

-Now, H-A-RR-Y’s toilet, it is time to eat my puke. You see, Belinda, your husband enjoys puke more than shit. I sometimes change the order I feed him both substances, but today I have wanted puke to be second in the meal, as a dessert, so you can see how my slave enjoys this substance.

I was again being showed off and I loved it, I simply loved that sensation of feeling my master praising my virtues in front of my wife. I knew well what I had to do and knelt on the floor, my mouth wide open looking up at him, who soon stuck his fingers in his mouth, a clear sign that he was gonna puke me now.

And quickly a white porridge started to stream from his mouth falling into mine, and it soon became a yellowish tinge and again it was driving me crazy and I ate what he had digested as I was ferociously beating off. I had to say, seeing my wife was again about to squirt.

-You can watch now my degradation, my love.

-Degradation? What does the word degradation mean, Mike? Doing what you so much like doing, in front of the man who you like dominating you, in front of your encouraging wife; is that degradation, Mike? I call it courage. So go on enjoying, giving him fun and pleasing me at the same time.

With my wife’s encouragement it became increasingly easier and funnier to swallow more of my master’s puke. All the time I showed them both an aroused and happy face, eating one of my favourite meals, whose taste made me on fire every time I had the chance to ingest it. But when he finished a lot of puke had fallen to the floor, which he deliberately stained and now ordered me to eat it all till the floor was clean. And I wanted to eat like a dog and show my wife that I was also my master’s dog and I was cleaning the floor, taking all that dirt into my stomach. Harry ordered me to bark a little as I was eating and with a lot of aroused woofs I continued eating. Again and before I finished, Belinda told me she was getting a new squirt and just then as I was eating the dregs, I shot a new load.

-I have not wanted to cum now, M-I-K-E. Now you will know why. Well slave, tell me, have we forgotten anything?

-Nothing I can remember, Sir.

-But we have still one more game to play, M-I-K-E and you have promised. Now the time has come for you to fuck your master.

-Ok, Sir. It is true I have promised you and I want you to be one of us now.

-Then you will fuck me before your wife. I think you cannot complain and I have used your three humiliating names and they have been changing throughout the afternoon. But now when you fuck me, you are Mike again and I am only Harry, understood?

-Yes, Harry.

-So now Mike, show your wife how you can enjoy fucking a man in the ass.

I finally plucked up the courage to do that which Harry had desired I should do to him for months. I approached his sexy ass and finally plunged my hard cock in with no remorse. I knew he had been fucked many times before and it would not hurt him, so I was playfully fucking him for minutes. He was crying.

-Forgive me, Mike, you know I love you and you don’t know what this means to me.

The combined pleasure of fucking his velvet ass (I had only fucked my wife’s ass before), of seeing how he cried with emotion and feeling closer to that extraordinary man than I had ever felt before, all this made suddenly my feelings burst and I started weeping to his rhythm, and so we were both crying together when Belinda suddenly asked me.

-What is it you have, Mike?

-You won’t like to know this, my love.

-Of course I will, Mike. Be brave and tell me.

-I’m falling in love with Harry, that’s the matter.

-My love, you don’t know but I have also fallen in love with Harry this afternoon. Have you stopped loving me, Mike?

-No, my love. I love you more than ever. But what are we gonna do now?

-Obviously, Mike –and she also looked at him, who was crying his eyes out- and Harry, we should now become a threesome.

I was trying to understand her words, maybe a new reality for us three now. I kept on sweetly fucking Harry, the man who could become the new vertex in our triangle.