Through Artemisia's Window Ch. 02

Every time her lover withdrew the full length of his dick from her clinching sphincter, raising his whole torso, Artemisia's face was visible. Her head was propped up on some pillows so she could watch her lover's dick plowing in and out of her. But at the moment, her eyes did not seem to be focused on the thick cock sliding in and out of her. Instead, they seemed to be focused though her window and directly at Rachel. It was totally dark in her room, Rachel knew she couldn't be seen. Yet Artemisia's eyes were unmistakably on her. She had a wicked smile on her face that was gradually changing into a look of the sweetest, most intense torture. Artemisia's lips were also moving, seemingly repeating the same thing over and over again, but Rachel couldn't quite make it out. Artemisia turned her stare from Rachel and looked up into her lover's eyes, then repeated her phrase louder:

"Fuck my ass, baby! Pound me! Yes, fuck my ass!"

Her lover then really started slamming into her, grunting and growling with his efforts.

"I'm gonna squirt, baby, oh God I'm gonna squirt! Aaaaaggghhhhh!!!!!!

Rachel could not believe her ears or her eyes as she witnessed for the first time the unmistakable signs of a woman's ejaculation. The wet sounds of their hips crashing together increased and little droplets rained down all over their crotches. His pubic hair was soaked and matted to his body as he continued his brutal assault on her tender anus. Then he screamed as well, joining Artemisia in her orgasm. His thrusts slowed but became more powerful, more forceful full body lunges, slamming his dick into her using his entire body weight. That was it, a second orgasm tore through Rachel, more powerful than the first. It was so powerful she couldn't breathe, cutting off oxygen to her brain such that she almost passed out. She was screaming out, too, just as was Artemisia. One final lunge from Marcel and he lifted his head back and roared out his orgasm, joining the women in chorus.

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Marcel looked down at Artemisia, leaving his still hard, throbbing dick lodged inside her ass. They had just shared a blindingly intense orgasm, and they could hear soft moans and shudders coming through the window, the unmistakable sound of a third party still coming down off of her own wildly intense orgasm. He saw Artemisia cover her mouth to stifle a giggle. There was no pretense anymore. He knew and she knew he knew. And he knew that she knew that he knew.

Marcel gently lifted her legs which had to be getting stiff and turned her body over, still lodged in her ass, so that they were able to spoon and he could lie down next to her. He pulled back her hair to whisper in her ear.

That was amazing, sweetie. I loved it. But in the morning, you have to let me in on what the hell is going on. Promise?"

"I promise," was all she could say before drifting off to sleep. He was not one minute behind her -- they were both too drained to even get up and turn off the light.

[end of Ch. 02 -- to be continued!]