Après Ski

by K T Morrison

  With one hand holding both her wrists, Lawson’s other hand smoothed over her hip, down her haunch then in between her thighs, opening her legs. He pushed on her hip to lay her rump flat on the bed, her hand still pinned behind her, him bouncing on the bed to get himself between her legs.

  But Cam couldn’t wait any longer. Seeing Amberly like that, torso twisted, mouth being fucked, now her legs open, her reddened pussy bared to him, messy and wet, another man’s evidence seeping through her folds, he shot up on the bed. He put a hand on Lawson’s shoulder as he got on his knees between Amberly’s legs and twisted them aside, Lawson looking toward him and Cam shaking his head no.

  He looked at his wife now, her legs open to whoever wanted to put their cock in her, and he groaned with terrible and frightening lust. Then he was over top of her, lowering his weight on her body, finding her hot seam with the tip of his cock and sliding all the way to his balls in one slick wet stroke, grunting uncontrollably under her damp hair.

  WHILE SASHA RAN his cock in and out of her mouth—the thing now as hard as steel, veins rising up on its surface, feeling them on her pallet—another man put his cock inside her and she hooked her knees around their waist. Could tell by the feel of that familiar penis that it was her husband. That was Cam’s penis inside her; the one she’d known since she was nineteen. She hummed a soft soothing sound for him around Sasha’s cock, squeezed him with her thighs while someone kept her wrists locked behind her. She wanted to lay like this with her legs open and let them do whatever they wanted to her. You asked her last week if she would ever consider something like this she would think it was ridiculous.

  Sasha continued his thrusts, and she swabbed her tongue along his underside, tasted his salty lubricant streaming from him now, knowing he was close and wanting it for some reason. Another thing she never knew that she would want but here it was: she wanted the stranger to come in her mouth. She tasted Lawson and now she wanted this one. Maybe later tonight she would have Ryan’s in her mouth as well.

  “Oh God,” she blurted as Sasha fucked her mouth faster and faster. And between her legs her husband began to pump wildly. Not looking to pleasure her at all but just looking to fill her up with his seed. And that was exciting too. Just fill her up, get off, and let the next guy have his turn. They could take turns fucking her pussy all night—what a horrible thought—come tomorrow though this would never be mentioned. So for now she would open her legs and take it.

  Now she was being hoisted, turned on her side, Cam rolling onto a hip with his cock still inside her, gripping her waist, and she threw a leg over his hip. A body bounced behind her, pushing her hands away and moving close. She felt the hardness behind her, the tip poking into the soft cheeks of her ass, and she gasped around Sasha. He held her tighter, locked her head in place, still running it in and out of her mouth, streaming freely now.

  Lawson, behind her, she was sure of it, dug a thumb into one ass cheek and lifted it and she felt his slippery tip running along her crease. Cam still fucked her but he held himself deep and steady until Lawson could catch up.

  Then it was happening; while her husband was inside her pussy, that boyish stranger she’d seen on the slopes yesterday pushed his tip against her seam until he found the weakness of her anus, sunk into it, bounced closer on a hip then ran himself inside her. Two cocks in her body at once. She held her breath and let Sasha keep taking her mouth.

  CAM HELD her ass open for Lawson, but he watched above him, his wife’s face so close to him, another man’s penis thrusting in and out of her mouth, his big testicles jiggling. Amberly’s breath came hot and heavy, air rushing in and out of her nostrils like a horse. Her face had gone red, pinched between Sasha’s hands. Sasha’s cock slipping in and out of her mouth gleamed with liquid light, white lines zipping along its raised saliva-slick edges.

  Cam held his cock still inside her, wanting to watch but knowing that if he watched and thrust right now, too, he would lose it inside her. Though when he stayed still like that, he felt Lawson in her anus, thrusting up inside her, the bottom of his cock rubbing along the bottom of his own. He tightened his stomach muscles and watched.

  Sasha came in her mouth.

  She coughed and blurted splatters of pearly white that shot down his shaft and drooled over her lips and onto the pillow. He cupped her face, withdrew his spurting cock and pressed it on the corner of her lip, shooting straight liquid white lines that slapped over her cheek and into her ear hole.

  Sasha lowered now, his cock flexing, him pressing it with the thumb on the top side and every time he roared, another bright white dash burst out of him and landed on Amberly’s face. Up her cheek, into her hair, over her brow. Amberly pressed her lips together and pouted them, curled them outward into soft pillows so he could run the underside of his cock back and forth over them. Then he pushed it back in her mouth and Amberly took it greedily.

  He’d never seen anything like it. Could never even imagine it was possible—not from his Amberly. Not from his innocent wife. She seemed to know all the tricks; was it innate, had she been the high school whore, and he never knew? Or did she just always have this in her? She was so good at it, had she always wanted it?

  His eyes traveled over her shoulder, saw Lawson watching too, the sight urging him to thrust frenziedly into her bottom, bouncing her stomach against his own. Then Lawson’s face transformed, turning red and snarling, gripping her arm above her elbow and crushing her flesh, shoving his cock deep inside her ass and hissing. He bounced her a few times, and Cam could feel his cock flexing against his own through the thin membrane that separated them. Lawson was coming inside her too.

  And that was it, he could not last another second, he arched his back grabbed a hold of her narrow waist and pushed his thumbs in her belly, gripping her hard to brace her against the fury that was coming.

  It was hard, and fast, and angry, but it didn’t last long.

  THE TWO COCKS inside her body didn’t stretch her as tight as Ryan alone. She rode them, let herself succumb to their thrusts, parted her legs, Cam holding her ass cheek and Lawson lifting her knee. Cam had held his still while Lawson pounded her hard, stabbed deep and held and she felt his cock sending out his balls’ warm contents in pulsing streams inside her colon.

  Then abruptly, it was Cam’s turn to pound into her. She knew he watched her face while he did, knew he saw Sasha come all over her, watched her take his leaking cock back in her mouth and swallow the remaining pulses. She felt Sasha’s heartbeat in his softening member, could feel its throbbing hardness begin to soften. It was slippery with saliva and semen.

  A groan escaped and she let it, wanted Cam to hear it—could tell from his familiar actions he was very close. He grunted and stiffened too, on cue, shook against her. Cock thrust up and rigid, buried deep as his would go, she could feel it flexing and pulsing—yet another man coming inside her tonight. And that was a relief—it felt so good and natural for her husband to come inside her and she hoped the flanged end of his cock head had plunged out all the stranger’s semen—though Ryan had shot his seed far deeper than Cam could ever reach.

  Lawson’s teeth dragged on her skin again, his bite running along and pressing against her flesh, from shoulder to elbow while he withdrew his cock from her anus. It let loose with a flatulent sound, slick with gurgling, and she didn’t like the feel of his fluids leaking from back there.

  Cam groaned at the feel of the man running his cock along his; she could feel the two of them rubbing against each other inside her and it made her toes flex. She moaned for them, writhed between them and pushed her stomach against her husband’s. It was received with a sigh and a groan, Cam wriggling against her, too, drawing in a long breath and kissing at her collar, his cock moving in and out of her with over-lubricated ease.

  Her wrist was taken, someone holding her and guiding her hand away. Her fingers wrapped a huge hard column of man steel and she knew Ryan was ready again. She stroked him while her husband hugged her, his co
ck going soft inside her.

  Sasha collapsed back in the pillows, breathing heavy and she could see him from the corner of her eye, slumping, chin touching his chest as he slid his back along the headboard.

  “Was that good?” she whispered to Cam while her hand jerked Ryan, sitting next to her with his legs open.

  Cam nodded and groaned sleepily.

  “Don’t you fall asleep, baby,” she said to him, and now she cupped Ryan’s balls, coddled them gently.

  Cam chuckled, moaned into her neck, went to kiss her but thought better of it, seeing the slippery shine on her lips and cheek.

  She said, “We’re not done here yet,” and she darted her eyeballs toward her hand. They both turned to look; saw Ryan next to them, her hand stroking up his shaft, his huge cock coming up to his sternum the way he sat hunched.

  Cam seemed to blanch at the sight, and while he watched, she flicked the ring of her thumb and forefinger up and down the flared edge of Ryan’s erection. She whispered, “He fucked me so good, Cam. Tell me you’ll let us do it again, please. I want it.”

  FOR THE NEXT hour it was just the two of them: Amberly and Ryan. Cam sat at the foot of the bed and watched; Sasha on the pillows, and Lawson laying on his side, elbow in the mattress, cheek in his palm.

  First Ryan had her get on all fours and while she watched over her shoulder, he talked her through angling her hips properly. Had Amberly with her breasts pushed down in the bedding, her neck bent awkwardly, the curve of her spine looking too extreme; but Amberly was fit and flexible. He slid that big thing inside her, going slow, watching her face as she raised her brows and closed her eyes. She sang a pained and tremulous note. He told her to tilt her pelvis forward, said his cock wouldn’t hit her cervix this way, the underside of his cock would stroke along over top, fill her canal completely without bumping her backstop.

  Amberly let out a quavering sigh, breath chugging, her tummy bouncing, her hands clenched fistfuls of bedding. He rocked it in and out of her like that, hands cupping her bare round haunches, Amberly making the wildest sounds he’d ever heard. No words, only soft feminine singing and moaning that got him hard as a rock again.

  On all fours like that, Ryan controlled her for an hour, buried balls deep, his cock—which had to be ten inches—held deep inside her and barely thrusting. Amberly came six times. He had her sweating, wide-eyed, dizzy; her thighs quivered. When he let her lay down, she seemed comatose, eyes struggling to stay open, her cheeks bursting in excited red. He twisted her hips, pushed a knee up and fucked her sideways doggy, Amberly completely satisfied and enervated on the bed, her breasts bouncing in circles. She whimpered and seemed to orgasm one more time, but her body wasn’t animated; she just accepted it.

  Then Ryan withdrew, walked up her body on his knees and stroked himself. Amberly’s eyes fluttered, saw him, opened her mouth and ran out her tongue. It went flat, the curved end almost touching her chin, her arms outstretched on either side of her, ready to receive whatever happened. Ryan came on her face, and she flinched and bounced her eyelashes, but kept her tongue presented. Hot white dashes stroked across her cheeks and nose, and into her open mouth. Ryan collapsed over top of her on all fours, then took his cock and put it in her still open mouth where she continued to suck from him.

  IT WAS ALL VERY HAZY after Ryan. Whatever he had done had changed her. She never felt anything like that. His cock had pushed into her fully; it was uncomfortable at first, just for her body, her membranes had been warmed up and were ready to accept his size. But the depth and the stretch—the incredible fullness—was just astounding. He owned every inch of her for an hour. Not even thrusting, just claiming her, giving her the slightest bumps; after a while the orgasms came in waves, lapping in regular beats against her shore.

  After that, she was exhausted, her heart rate had been redlined, and she wished she had worn her Fitbit tonight. He lay her back, and she felt like her head had been packed with cotton. He stroked himself, came on her, and she opened her mouth to it.

  Then while she lay like that, Lawson got over top of her and fucked her missionary, pulled out and came on her stomach. She wanted Sasha again, and he got another turn, fucking her on her side from behind then coming on her ass. Cam wiped her face with a warm towel, then he climbed aboard for another missionary fuck, and she locked her arms and legs around him. Poor Cam couldn’t last more than five minutes.

  While she lay dazed on her stomach, someone rubbed her back (she thought it might be Lawson, but she never bothered to look) and she fell asleep for a little while as the men sat on the bed and talked about business.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  A RHOMBUS of yellow morning light crept across the bedroom wall, coming in from a slanted window facing the snowy dawn. It made its way closer to them as they lay in bed, naked and exhausted, passing over a set of polished trapper’s snowshoes affixed to the wall in an X. He watched his beautiful wife breathe.

  The bed sheet was pulled up to her waist, and she lay facedown, both arms hugging a pillow under her cheek. Expression calm and peaceful—he’d like to call it satisfied—her plump lower lip joggled with the puffs of her soft, sleepy exhales. Her Dominican tan was marked by vague lines of sweat that shone more dully under the growing sunlight and a small groan twisted from him when he thought that it might not be sweat. Amberly got used last night. She wanted every inch of it, but four men absolutely used her up. Every hole she had was reamed out more than once and his loving, insanely talented, beautiful, caring wife took it all and even cried out for more. It was incredible.

  As her eyes fluttered open, he was right there to support her, let her know she was loved. One knuckle stroking her cheek, he said, “Good morning.”

  A warm smile from her appeared in response then faded quickly as she seemed to play back some of the images from the previous night. She shut her eyes to the visions then hid her face from him, burying it in the pillow.

  “You okay?” he asked her, stifling a smile.

  “Mm-mnh,” she grunted and shook her head no, face still buried in her pillow.

  “You’re okay,” he told her and laughed.

  Her eyes appeared now over top of the bunched up pillow, studying him. He smiled and she let him see her now, digging her chin in, pouting and getting comfortable. A frown creased her brow, making her look like she was mad at him but he knew she wasn’t, just feeling a little unsure in the aftermath. With early morning hoarseness, she said, “Well, that was disturbing.”

  He rubbed a thumb to soothe her tense brow, said, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

  She groaned and scrunched her features up, deepening her furrowed brow as she pictured it all over again. She buried her face once more. Into the fabric, she said, “Had what? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh yes you do, Amberly,” he said, caressing her shoulder.

  “Oh my God, Cam,” she moaned now, adding fake muffled sobs.

  “Let me see you,” he said.

  After a moment, she looked up and showed him a timid expression that soared his heart. He leaned forward for a kiss and she arched her neck, tilting up to meet him. They pressed together long and loving, and he sucked on her kiss. When they broke away, she gave him a modest smile. He said, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she said, her eyes getting a little teary, her mouth twisting in myriad emotions.

  “You feel okay?”

  “I feel good,” she said.

  “Not sore?”

  “Down … there?” she said with a wince.

  “Yeah.”

  “A little. I feel it. My butt’s sore.”

  “We went to town on you.”

  “Ca-am,” she scolded him and hid her face again, but before she did, he saw the mirth there.

  “Amberly got used,” he said now, rubbing her back again.

  “Sto-op,” she said into the pillow.

  “There’s semen in your hair, Amberly.”

  “There
is not,” she said.

  “There is,” he said, looking at the flicking lines broken up in her locks.

  She groaned and lifted her head up so he could see her again. “God, I think I’m going to barf,” she moaned.

  “No, you’re not,” he laughed. “It was hot and you know it.”

  “You’re not the one covered in strangers’ sem—”

  “Wait, wait,” he said, whisking back the covers and getting out of bed.

  Hung over the back of the cushioned chair was his Stroud Kestrel fleece and he snatched it up, retrieved his iPhone and returned to the bed.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  Jacket laid over her back, he tugged at it so one bare shoulder was revealed, inched the bed sheet down so a sliver of her tanned waist showed between fleece and bedding. He stepped back and got her in the frame of his phone’s camera.

  “What on earth ...?—Cam …?” she said scoldingly but didn’t move.

  “I want to remember this,” he said.

  “Can you see … stuff in my hair?”

  “Oh yes,” he said lasciviously.

  “Ca-am,” she chided him, still not moving.

  His wife couldn’t look sexier. He’d known her for so long, loved her completely, knew her completely. Trusted her. What he saw last night was a piece of her deepest truth. A piece of his own as well. They shared it.

  “Smile, Amberly,” he said to his scowling wife and she couldn’t help complying.

  “Dude,” she chuckled, eyes moving between his legs, “look how hard you are.”

  He took the picture. “I have the hottest wife in the world,” he said, returning to the bed, and Amberly watched his rock-hard erection bobbing and wagging as he did.

  “Didn’t you get enough last night?” she laughed, still eyeballing his dick sticking straight up as he sat next to her on the bed.