by K T Morrison
This time without asking, Carly lay her palm on Hollis’s muscular neck and slowly their lips came together in a soft kiss. Hollis looked in her eyes, stroked his hand up and down her waist, and then they kissed again, this time longer, more protracted. Their heads twisted against one another their mouths locked in place, Hollis’s hand running along her rib cage and Carly’s thumb stroking his jawline.
It was time to go again. Time to plant more seed inside her. Sean’s own heart rate raised, he felt his elbows riding up and down on his rib cage as he breathed heavily watching his wife prepare to have sex with another man again.
Their kiss broke, and Carly’s hand traveled Hollis’s body. Her own eyes tracked its movement, looking as it moved over the round globe of his shoulder, cupping then the swoop of his muscular chest, the pad of her little thumb running a circle over his dark nipple. Then lower it went, and Sean had to adjust himself. He sat up to see. He was behind her, his pale little wife between the two men. And he wanted to watch what she did.
Now all three of them watched her hand as it smoothed over the hard ridges of his midsection, then up to his hipbone reaching around and caressing the globe of his buttock. His huge penis drooped straight to the side, the tip somewhere in the bedsheets. And now Carly’s hand came over his thigh, turning to a claw and running her nails over the muscles there. She saw how his manhood hung, watched it now, gauging its size again, surely. It was a magnificent thing and his wife seemed to respond to that.
Now the decision was made that she would touch it, and her hand stopped wasting time stroking on his thigh, dragging her nails into his pubic hair and then spreading the grip to circle around his hanging half-flaccid member. She picked it up out of the sheets and squeezed it, fondled it, held its weight in her palm, her eyes watching. She let it drape over her wrist and fondled his testicles. They’d read together that doing that could stimulate sperm production. Carly spent a few minutes holding them, caressing them, running her thumb and index finger over their sagging shape. They would hang, they would clench, and Carly enjoyed touching them.
She whispered to him without looking over, eyes on Hollis’s testicles in her grip: “Our little baby is in here somewhere, Sean.”
Hollis’s cock grew in size, sticking out from his body now but still hanging into the bedding. When she hefted it again it was much larger, much thicker. She began to stroke him, going underhanded, gripping it and holding it pointing to the ceiling. Hollis rolled to his back and Carly never let go, sitting up now and hovering over his stomach.
She put her mouth on it again, this time with no warning. He’d already come. He wasn’t so sensitive. Though Sean thought, gauging his hardness, that using her mouth on him was irrelevant—the man had already attained an erection. But Carly got on her knees now, her butt pointed toward Sean, and he rested his hand on the small of her back as her head began to bob up and down. Sean watched Hollis now as his eyes closed and he lay his head back in the pillow. His own big hand came to rest on Carly’s shoulder as she worked her mouth over his huge organ.
Carly raised herself on her knees and threw one leg over Hollis’s hips. Now Hollis’s eyes opened, and he held his two hands up to steady her.
Sean said, “What are you doing?”
Without looking to Sean, she said to Hollis, “Is it okay for me to be on top?”
Hollis said, “You want to be on top?”
Carly nodded.
Hollis gave her no response, but his hands touched her tummy, slipping upward to cup her pert little breasts. Now Carly leaned back, twisting to put a hand behind her, finding Hollis’s erection, stroking it up and down a few times and then guiding it toward her entry. Sean watched her face as she wriggled her hips, her hand behind her, fixing this man inside her entry. She made uncomfortable faces, eyes rolled to the ceiling, still biting her lower lip. Then she rested both hands together on Hollis’s chest and Sean watched her mouth gradually wind open as she sat herself down, impaling her insides on their donor’s weapon.
“Oh… Oh wow, oh wow, that’s big,” she said.
Hollis’s hands explored her body while she sat with him sinking deeper inside her. She swiveled her hips and closed her eyes, head hanging forward.
Hollis said, “You feel so good…”
“Tell me more,” she whispered.
Hollis said, “You’re beautiful.”
“More,” she whispered, hips rolling.
“You’re so tight it hurts…”
“Does it hurt you?”
“Just tight… feels good… does it hurt you?…”
She moaned, then said, “No, it feels … really good.”
Hollis glanced briefly to Sean, wary, then turning back to watch Carly’s scrunched-up face, he said, “You’ve got the tightest, most perfect pussy…”
“Oh,” she gasped, and Sean watched as the swiveling of her hips grew more intense. Her hands turned to claws again, her nails pushing into the hard muscle of Hollis’s chest.
Hollis said, “I’ve never felt one so tight.”
“Oh, ah … yeah?” she squeaked, her hips bucking.
“And I couldn’t imagine a girl more beautiful…”
“Oh, mm … yeah?” she squeaked again, falling forward, hands planting on either side of Hollis’s neck and bunching up fistfuls of pillows.
She humped him. She did it ferociously, body bucking and writhing, hips swiveling and bouncing. Hollis reached up and cupped her hanging breasts and it made her cry out. She clamped a hand quickly overtop of one of his and squeezed it, pressed it so he would grip her tighter.
“Oh God,” she gasped, bouncing harder. Hollis responded, his own hips thrusting up from the bed, Sean watching the long muscle of his thigh as it flexed.
They went on like that for a long while, and Sean knew it would happen, was desperate for it to happen again. And it did. Carly suddenly stopping, her thighs clenching against Hollis’s waist, tossing her head back, long blonde hair swishing against skin; she gulped and then croaked, held her breath for a long while, and every bit of her trembled. The muscles of her legs quivered visibly, her arms shook. She was coming again.
Both Sean and Hollis watched her as she rode it out. They let her enjoy it, and then as she drew in a loud ragged breath of air, Hollis bucked her off him and she fell in the sheets between him and Sean.
She opened her legs to receive him again even though her eyes were closed. But instead he took her hips and rolled her onto her stomach. Acting quickly, now he gripped her at the waist and hoisted her up onto her knees, her face dragging across the sheets. He gripped his cock and stroked his tip up and down her glistening sex.
“Yes, oh yes,” Carly gasped, and he plunged himself inside her again. She cried out a harsh, brittle sound and Sean’s heart jumped in his chest. He grabbed her shoulder, and she covered her hand over his and squeezed it as she was fucked; this big man holding her in place and pounding his massive weapon in and out of her. His wife dug her nails into him, leaving more ragged skin-torn lines on him. He’d collected quite a few this evening.
Hollis pounded and pounded, and Carly’s hair spun around, her head whipping up and down, then burying her face in the sheets. He pushed her down, his big hand spread on the small of her back, easing her forward so she lay flat on her stomach. She kicked her legs weakly and Hollis grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wider and laying himself over top of her, his cock still buried inside her. He pounded her like that, his weight on her back forcing the air from her lungs and she gurgled and heaved for breath, saliva sputtering from her plump lips.
“Oh God, Sean, oh my God,” she panted.
Sean gently shushed her and stroked her hair, running his thumb over the shape of her ear.
Between them, his own cock throbbed ferociously. This was far more powerful than he ever even imagined. This was even wilder than the first time. And the first time had shocked him. Was this the way he wanted his baby to be conceived?—his wife on all fours, pushed down in the
sheets pinned below this huge man as he thrust his enormous cock in and out of her.
Is this the way a baby should be made?
Sean stroked his wife again, looking to Hollis whose face was twisted with focus, driving into his wife, his muscles twitching and gleaming. Sean said, “Hey …” Intending to suggest that this was maybe too much.
But Hollis said, “I’m going to … mm, come.”
Sean realized that’s what it was about. Hollis had to be induced into projecting his seed inside her. If this is what it took, then this is what they would need to do.
He said, “Okay.” Letting it go.
Now Hollis’s grip hauled Carly back up onto her knees, his weak little wife going along with it, propped up on her knees and elbows now as this big man fucked her hard.
Sean watched her face up close as she came again. Whatever Hollis did, it worked for her and he could tell that she was coming.
And then so was Hollis; roaring out loud and proud, gripping her hips hard, thrusting himself deep inside, holding, drawing back, doing it again and again, drawing back and driving himself deep and holding, Carly wailing, her hand clutched Sean’s wrist hard enough to hurt him, her nails digging into his flesh.
She gasped, “He’s coming. Oh, he’s coming again.”
Sean used his other hand to pry her grip before she drew blood.
10
When Sean awoke again, it must have been two or three in the morning, he figured. Knew that he’d been asleep for longer than a nap. His eyes opened—surprised to find himself face-to-face with his wife who was also awake. Her eyes were open, too, and her mouth agape. She looked to be in some distress. Stomach cramps, something internal…
It was all very groggy, him still partially sleep, and it would be a few moments before he remembered the situation.
“Carly,” he said, and he put a hand on her shoulder. He felt her rocking.
There was a time on their honeymoon where Carly’s system disagreed with the local water. She spent a night with fierce stomach cramps. That was her face right now.
A hand moved to her body, smoothing down to her tummy, caressing her over her navel. There was movement there, a rocking again. That hand pulled the sheets down and he saw that her legs were parted. One knee slightly bent toward him the other open and pointed to the ceiling, her legs parted. On her thigh lay an object, black against her skin.
“What’s…?”
It was all coming back to him now, each heartbeat bringing him to the present. Their donor. His testicles laying on her leg. The rocking?—Hollis had her from behind.
“Oh, Carly…” he said, not able to hide a certain hurt. This was, of course, to be expected—just, when he had so much concern for her well-being, to find the truth to be that she was receiving another man couldn’t help but hurt him.
She was still naked, the sheets pulled back now, her pale skin glowing from the moonlight that came in the apartment’s Lexan windows. At her waist he saw fingertips gripping her tightly. A black hand holding her steady while she was fucked. Each thrust into her made her gasp, and even though he was awake, she seemed to still wish to be quiet. So it was a squeaky sort of moan, and her gasping breath fluttered his eyelashes.
He caressed her cheek now, admiring her face. She was so close to him, looking in each other’s eyes, though hers were glassy. It was as if he was the one inside her right now—he could imagine that it was him looking to inject his genetic material inside her. He could imagine, for the moment, that it was him bringing this wrought expression from her. His arousal was prompt and proud; the tip of his penis straining against the front of his pajama pants. As he watched her he hiked them down, somehow embarrassed by his own excitement; he got them to his knees, down to his ankles, doing it without Carly even realizing. Slowly, as he watched her face, his hand came to grip himself. He found it slippery, the pre-come already seeping from him.
He stroked himself while he watched another man fuck her right in front of him. He watched every bit of her, every tendon as it pushed against her skin, the way her mouth opened and closed as she received Hollis’s thrusts. Everything about it was startlingly beautiful. But then she caught him. Her eyes lowered, saw the movement of his hand, realized that he was masturbating in front of her. She didn’t like the idea of him masturbating, even before tonight.
“No,” she breathed softly. “No, Sean, don’t…”
As Hollis continued steadily thrusting himself inside her from behind, Carly’s hands touched his stomach, down between his legs and the idea that she might touch him had his heart racing. But she didn’t, instead her two hands seeking his wrists and holding him steady, stopping him from stroking himself.
She whispered, “Not in the bed… not in the bed, Sean…”
Was she afraid his seed would somehow find its way between her legs? It was unlikely, but he understood. So he let himself be held, her hands gently circling his wrists—feeling the movements of her body as this other man continued to fuck her.
His cock pulsed clear lubricant, running down his shaft like a stream, dripping onto the sheets and beading up in his pubic hair. His balls ached fiercely. He died for her touch right now.
And then Hollis’s pace came quicker, not aggressive as he had earlier when he pushed her face in the sheets and flattened her little tummy to the bed, but enough to get himself to where he needed to be, suddenly grunting and bucking against her, Carly’s body jumping on the bed as the mass and force of their powerful donor heaved her body. Sean saw those testicles that lay on her thigh climb high, imagined them growing smaller as they flexed their contents inside his wife.
Hollis grunted and groaned as if he also was trying to be quiet—like the two of them had started this little endeavor while Sean slept and had conspired to keep it between them. That notion stabbed at him in a frighteningly lubricious way. His heart jumped at the idea that they would share something between them. Of course, the whole idea for these two days was that they would share a lot between them. A lot as in as many times they could. A lot as in his seminal fluids. Up inside her.
It was too much. His stomach cramped and his balls felt like someone held them in a vice. There was pain in his heart, pain in his stomach, pain between his legs. And his mind tumbled over and over as if it fell down a cliff side.
He scrambled backward out of the bed, stumbled to his feet, his erection never harder in his entire life. He ached to touch it, but he hunched over holding his stomach and stumbling toward the bathroom, pulling up his pajama pants as he went. He heard Carly calling his name but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to be alone…
He found his way through the open door to the bathroom in the dark, hand whisking to the side, finding the switch and turning on the halogens hidden in the ceiling. But when he closed the door it was blocked by two pale hands wrapping around the side.
“Hold up, hold up, Sean,” Carly said in a whisper, pushing the door and coming in and standing with him now completely naked. She looked up to him and kissed him on the chin, one hand slipping down her stomach and clutching herself between her legs, not wanting that valuable seed to stream out of her. She said, “What’s going on?”
Sean said, “Close the door,” as he backed himself to lean against the long marble counter, between their two stainless steel sinks.
She closed the door and locked it, turned to him, hand still clutched between her thighs, saying, “What is it? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he said, “I just got… I don’t know… overwhelmed.”
“I know,” she said. “I know… It’s a lot.” She came to him and pressed her thigh to his and leaned her shoulder against him, the two of them both looking into their empty shower stall.
His heart still pounded, and he felt his pulse in his neck. Between his legs his penis was like a steel bolt and he knew if she were to tap it it would be like solid stone. They stood side-by-side for a long while, Carly clutching a hand between her legs, her head coming to fall against his should
er. When his heart rate slowed, he said, “It really is a lot.”
She said, “Did we wake you?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe. I woke up, and I thought something was wrong with you.”
“We just had another opportunity…” she said quietly. “We were trying to be quiet.”
He said, “Carly would you tell me something…?”
“Tell you what?”
“Would you be truthful with me?”
“Of course,” she said, and she looked to him now, resting her chin on his bony shoulder. Hands switching, her other one going between her legs, the first one coming to scratch at his chest. He could feel the slickness against his neck.
He said, “Do you like it? Like it with Hollis?”
“Like it… Like, you mean…?”
“Having sex,” he said, turning down to look in her eyes.
She didn’t look away, held his gaze, her expression falling to troubled. She said, “Yes. I suppose I do.”
“You like it?”
“Yes,” she said, still watching his eyes. He admired her honesty.
She said, “Is that okay? I guess it hurts you…”
“No,” he said, looking away now. “I think… I like it too.”
“You like that I like it?”
“I guess I do. I didn’t know what to think or what to expect. I guess it makes sense, doesn’t it? I wouldn’t want you not to like it…”
She held his gaze but said nothing.
He said, “He doesn’t hurt you?”
“Hurt me?”
“With his size.”
“Oh,” she said, and now her eyes darted away.
“Does he?”
She looked back and said, “A little, I guess, but… I like it.”
“Oh, wow,” he said, and he had to take a deep breath, leaning forward and putting his hands on his knees.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and rubbed her nails in circles in the center of his back.
“No, it’s not even bad. I don’t know what I’m even feeling. I feel like I should be mad, but everything about this is just so right.”