by K T Morrison
Now her hand closed around his cock and she groaned another “Oh, my God, oh no,” and stroked it and coddled it. Her hand wouldn’t close around it. “You’re a monster,” she said as he made a loud sucking noise below her ear.
Moose rose up then, on his knees and patting her thigh, “Turn around,” he said.
“Around?”
Teague handed Moose a square prophylactic package, and he tore it open. “Around,” Moose said, “on your elbows and knees.”
“Like animals?” Mary said, but not offended—excited.
“She’s game, Kingsway, she’s game,” a brother said and nudged him from behind. “How can one guy get so lucky?”
Someone else said, “It’s not luck—he’s a Kingsway.”
Mary waited, complying and getting on her knees and elbows, and watching Moose stretch a rubber onto his monstrous erection. She sucked her lower lip and tented her brows nervously.
Moose angled her sideways on the bed, guiding her with his huge hands on her hips. Mary’s beautiful breasts swayed, but now Jack could fully see the thing Moose was going to put inside her. His knees dipped, but he righted himself and clenched his jaw. The condom only rolled down half its length, and the rubber stretched to a tense shine by his girth. Moose gripped it and stroked the huge head through Mary’s bush and she made a hungry moan.
She sighed, “Remember, go slow, I like it sl—”
Moose sunk it inside her and she cried out. Pain and curious pleasure—her back bowed, and she turned her chin up. He pulled it out and pushed it in again, and it brought that sound from her once more.
“Oh, God, it’s so big, oh, mm, slow…”
All the muscles in Moose’s arms and shoulders bulged and flexed, and he rolled his stomach in and out, his hips pushing and pulling in contracted lines.
“Oh, wow, oh, mm, that’s, oh, God, like that…”
Moose planted a hand across the center of her upper back and gave her more of what she wanted.
“That’s so good, God, you’re good, oh, so big, mm, let’s do it face to… mm, face, ah, I want to touch, oh, touch your, mm, bod-body…”
Teague watched, sitting close, eyes lusty. He said, “Moose’s girl won’t let him. Dog style only with other girls…”
“Oh, mm, oh, what a bitch,” Mary panted.
Moose laughed and caressed her back.
“Faster, oh, a little faster…”
Mary guided Moose, telling him what she wanted and the other members of the Quad studied her as she was fucked like she was a fascinating specimen. She guided Moose to a fast pace she liked, her breath coming quick and loud and her hands gathered up satin and clenched it, “Like that, oh,” she begged, “don’t stop, oh, it’s going to happen again, oh, please, yes, yes, yes…”
She suddenly shrieked and bucked and Moose let his grip go, stopped his stroke.
“Oh, don’t you stop,” she yelled, “don’t stop, don’t stop, keep going,” she reached behind and swatted at his hip. Moose looked startled, grabbed her narrow waist and began pounding into her again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, “oh, faster, mm, not deep, mm, yes, like that, yeah, don’t stop…”
Jack watched her, his hands coming up to press at his temples. She was a wildcat, her shrieks and passionate cries were overload on his ears. His penis spewed excitement and he could feel it trickling down his leg. Mary was too much. Some of the men had to sit down on the floor, she made them lightheaded. One on the right was masturbating under his robe. Teague and Royce watched with eyes wide and disbelieving. Moose would do whatever Mary asked.
“Faster! Faster!” she shrieked.
Moose pounded her harder.
“Deep! Deep!”
The bed bounced and rattled, shaking the two men sitting and watching, rocking them from side-to-side, Mary’s beautiful flesh swayed and jostled, Moose’s thrusts sending tremors that rippled through her taut softness. Moose bulged with muscle, shone with sweat, veins rose in his arms and neck.
“Faster! Ah, deep! Deeper!”
“Shit!” Moose grunted, watching between them where his cock split Mary in two.
Royce looked, as well, said, “His condom broke!”
Mary shouted, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
Moose still fucked hard against her, squeezed her waist, and his eyes looked to the other two in a pleading What do I do? expression.
“Don’t you dare stop!” Mary cried, sensing the big man slowing, “don’t!” Now her body bucked against him harder than he thrusted, and she mewled and cried with wild pleasure. Moose jolted, grunted, roared, folded over her back and pushed himself into her as deep as he would go and Mary grabbed the man’s hand and moved it to clutch her breast, her hand over top of his.
The two of them panted and heaved, and Mary’s face was hidden in her hair and the satin. No one said a thing for a long while, a whole room of men just watching two lovers in position and breathing heavy.
At long last, Mary sighed, “Okay…”
Moose pushed himself up like he was exhausted. He pulled his massive manhood out of her and the tattered remains of the rubber dangled around his balls. A thick white goop belched from her opening and drizzled to the bedding.
Teague touched her shoulder. “Mary, his condom…” His tone was reverential.
“It’s okay,” she whispered into the bed. “I think it’s okay…”
21
While Mary gathered herself, and the three men who had fucked her watched with concern, Jack was mesmerized by the sight of his woman. Specifically, that tangled thatch of thorns between her legs; that frightening woman’s place. It wasn’t so scary now; it wasn’t so foreboding. It was a place of pleasure; for Mary and also for him. Or any other man she allowed. With her rump up in the air, he watched that steady drip of pearls, Moose’s man seed, collect then fall from her bush. Two days ago he would have murdered all four of them at the mere notion of this event he’d witnessed, now he wanted to join them. His heart rate was steadied, but it pounded him with force.
Royce climbed up naked next to her, caressed her back and ass and guided her to her knees. “You are all right?”
She licked her lips, smiled, met his gaze then ran her raven hair back from her face. “Peachy,” she said.
The brethren made sounds of approval and a few tried to get a round of applause going again.
“We take care of Kappa girls,” Royce said, “what do you need? What does a girl do now? A douche? Do you do douche? Does that work?”
Mary said, “I chose my day carefully. Condoms are needed, but I keep track of my days. Kappa girls are smart girls.”
Royce squeezed her shoulders, said, “Oh, Mary, you are to die for. No wonder Jack wanted you all to himself. Thank God the man came to his senses.”
“Jack knows the way the world works. He’s the smartest and strongest man I know.”
Royce’s hands moved down to cup and heft her breasts. He said, “Well, what are you doing later, sweetheart? Let’s blow off for the night, hit the town.” Teague bounced his eyebrows in eager agreement.
“I’m afraid I’m with my man tonight. I have a date with Jack I’ve been looking forward to all week.”
The surrounding men chuckled knowingly and one hand on his back pushed him a step forward.
“He’s a lucky old dog,” Royce said, letting the softness of her bosom down. “We’re going to have to get you out to the Hamptons.”
“I’d love to.”
“It gets wild,” he said, narrowing his eyes on her, “but something tells me you’ll teach us all a thing or two.”
“Hang onto your socks, boys.”
Royce backed off the bed, shaking his head and smiling in admiration and Mary didn’t look away. At the foot of the bed, he turned to face the crowd, his long, half-hard member dangling downward. To the gathered brethren, he said, “Gentlemen, that almost concludes the afternoon’s schedule and I’m glad you were all able to attend.”
The brethren chuckled and nodded, the ones still able to stand stomped and shuffled their feet.
“There is however one more matter to deal with…”
Now he glanced over his shoulder at Teague who nodded solemnly. Moose did as well, backing off the side of the bed and moving behind the bed. His huge penis bounced between his thighs. At shelving on the back wall he brought down an ornate box carved in mahogany. The crowd shuffled and groaned, brothers helped the sitting to stand and all of them were back on their feet, though many’s posture was stooped to hide painful erections. Moose returned to the bed with the box held at his waist between both hands. Mary watched, curious of the box but her eyes lowered to the menacing manhood hanging below. She reached up to grip it, wrapping her hand, and the weight of her arm stretched it downward.
Royce approached, saying, “Beautiful Mary, our newest Kappa girl, and a cherished one at that…” He twisted the latch on the box and opened the lid. The inside was cushioned red velvet and sitting atop was a sparkling tiara in silver and diamonds.
“What is it?” Mary said, still yanking on Moose’s penis, her eyes watching now as Royce removed the tiara, held gracefully between two hands, turning then to set it on her. Mary dipped her head forward, Royce placed it on her head, threading the arms through her thick black hair.
“Mary McConnell, of Jack Kingsway, the Western point of Omega’s Holy Quad, a new woman of the House... the top guard of this fraternity are bestowing early award to the girl that will capture the hearts of all the men and women of our elite society. We of the Quad—and I’m sure brother Kingsway would agree—are naming you Miss Kappa-O 1954. A high honor and done with eager sureness for you are a Kappa-O through and through.”
Mary let Moose’s cock go to touch the tiara in her hair. “What’s a Kappa-O?”
Teague, over her shoulder, said, “Kappa-O is…” And he held up a finger to his lips and made a shushing sound.
“Secret-secret-secret,” Royce said, “and highest of the high.”
Applause began around the room, and soon feet stomped as well. Royce backed away, nodding to the brethren and gesturing his hand out toward her, introducing her to them as Miss Kappa-O 1954, saying, “Yes, men, a standing ovation,” but his voice was thinned in the din of male appreciation.
Moose took Mary’s hand, dwarfing it, and helped her to stand. She rose gracefully, confident yet bashful, a vision of perfection. Her large breasts swayed, her nipples erect still, her long stocking legs came together at the knees and she curtsied, gave them a wave like the young queen, looking much like she did back in their hometown in Iowa when she was the Corn Princess, only now radiating power and dark sexuality. She could make any man in this room kneel and kiss her toes. The applause and stomps grew louder, and her smile widened; she turned to wave and smile to all the brothers not wanting to miss anyone. A hand on Jack’s back pushed him to step forward again, and this time he took two more to stand before Mary and the three other points of the Quad.
Royce smiled, then glared with temporary patience, as though this hooded brother had but a moment to present the reason he stepped forward. Head dipped forward, he yanked away his satin hood, stood straight and smoothed his hair back from his face.
Royce laughed and grabbed Jack’s shoulders and Moose and Teague clapped with enjoyment at this unexpected theatrical reveal. But Mary yelped and jumped and that happiness evaporated, twisted away by shock and shame. Looking frantically around herself, she gathered up the satin on the bed and covered her nudity.
“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Royce said, “Lord Kingsway himself, what an honor for you to be here—I was disheartened when Mary came alone.”
Jack nodded to them. Moose shook his hand and Teague, still on the bed, made respected bowing gestures over and over again, bending at the hips with his hands held up by his head. Tears filled Mary’s eyes and her mouth opened and closed like a fish. He could see the tremble in her hands where they clutched the satin. “Ja-ack…?” she whimpered.
Jack said to Royce, “I know my effect on Mary, and you wouldn’t have met the real girl if she’d known I was here.”
Mary gasped, “You… saw? You… you watched?”
Still speaking to Royce, he said, “But she surprised even me.”
“Oh, God,” she said, crumpling, dipping at the knees as he’d done a dozen times in the last hour watching her sleep with the other men.
Royce clapped him on the upper arms, “Jack, you are an Omega legend and it’s only been a half a day. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do.”
“Thank you,” he said, nodding to them all. “But if you will…” He gestured toward the back of the room where the double doors were. “I’d like some time alone with my Mary…”
Ooohhh, the brothers roared, thinking their dirty thoughts and then breaking out laughing. Royce clapped his hands angrily to get their attention. “Hey! Men, that’s enough. You heard the man; Kingsway is Quad, now get out of here—there’s stag in the den, whiskey in the punch, cards in the parlor, and Watson’s going to the bus stop to pick up some real live strippers from Newark.”
The brothers cheered and celebrated, clapping each other, punching arms, slapping backs and filing out of the room. Moose and Royce got their robes back on, Teague said to Mary, “It was an honor, Mary,” but she was frozen with fear and didn’t even hear him.
Royce was tying the rope around his middle, head down, saying, “Jack, you around for a meeting tomorrow?—say 5 P.M.? We’ll do dinner.”
“I’ll be here,” he said, studying Mary who withered under his gaze.
“All right, gang,” Royce said now, addressing the both of them. “Next Friday, pack your things, we’ll all go to Cosgrove Hall, the home we have out in Montauk. It’s not summer, but there’s plenty to do indoors.”
Jack’s eyes never left his girl. He said, “Mary…?”
She turned her chin up, dimpled with fright. She looked from him to Royce, her eyes showing the first dash of hope. She said to him, “We’re free that weekend, Jack.”
Jack said, “We’ll be there, Royce.”
Royce got close to him, said, “Good. It’s a great time. And my Elizabeth has been asking questions about you.”
“We’ll be there.”
“Mary,” he said now, “you’re a woman for the ages.” He took her hand still shrouded in her cowl of satin and kissed it. “Ciao, Bella.”
Moose and Teague stood waiting for them, and the three of them left together.
Mary cowered before him, alone now, just the two of them.
22
Jack stared her down till she was the first to speak.
She said, “How did you know?”
“You told me.”
“My note? But…”
He held up a hand to indicate she was done speaking. “I have my methods, Mary.”
“Jack, please, I know… It’s—”
“No,” he said.
“Jack, you’re my everyth—”
“No, Mary.”
She watched him in silence as he untied the middle of his robe and pulled it off then removed his jacket and tossed it to the bed.
“I’m sorry, Jack. I’m so sorry…”
He could see her knees trembling below the gathered satin. “You disobeyed me, Mary.”
“You were… were…”
“What…? I was what? Wrong?”
“You weren’t seeing clearly…”
“So you went against my wishes?”
“You were, Jack—you were going against your own wishes.”
“You know my wishes better than I?”
She nodded. He came very close to her, could smell her perfume, her sweat, her… sex. He growled next to her ear, “You still went against me.”
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
His hands went over hers and his thumbs pried away the grip she held on the satin sheet. He traced it off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor, stirring up more of her rich Mary fragrance.
She cupped her hands over her breasts.
“Take your hands away.”
She did, and he watched, up close, how the skin of her nipples condensed as they grew away from her body.
He said, “A woman who disobeys her man must be punished. Would you agree?”
“What are you going to do to me?” she whimpered.
He walked around her, looking her over, then sat on the edge of the bare mattress. “Get over my knee,” he said and rolled his sleeves up to the elbow.
“Jack, it’s madness,” she said and there was a glimmer in her eye.
“No more mad than what you made me endure, now get over my knee before my patience runs thin.” He patted his thigh.
“Jack, ha, Ja-hack,” she protested, but his little wildcat was already dipping and moving into place. “I only did it for you,” she said and curled her tummy over his thigh.
He shifted and adjusted, his erection trapped in the confines of his pressed chinos. When his hand made a feathery circle over her bare bottom, she gasped a high and fragile Oh sound and wiggled for him. But it was that power he’d witnessed in her seeking to control him, to reduce him to his knees where he would be expected to kiss her toes. His hand flashed back and struck forward with a snap like electricity—the sound echoed tenfold like a flock of fragile birds around the library’s high ceiling. She yelped and dug her nails into his leg. The flesh of her ass shook and rolled in beautiful waves, encouraging his hand to spank her again and again till it stung like the skin was stretched tight and Mary’s white ass showed red ghost hands of discipline.
“You need a strong man, Mary,” he said.
“I do,” she gasped.
His hand stilled on the curve of her rump and he began to caress it. Soon the pads of his fingers found the heat of her crack, then sunk lower till they were tickled with the tangled pelt of her sopping sex. It wasn’t all Moose’s ejaculate seeping from her, Mary sweated her own womanly lubricant.