by K T Morrison
“No, you’re not, Renny,” she whispered.
“I am. I’m going to fuck you till you come all over my huge cock.”
“Don’t say that,” she whispered, shivering again. The hand on her stomach worked in slow circles and his hips pumped that big hot thing against her bare skin.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t remember your name tomorrow …”
“Ah, fuck, Renny,” she sighed, feeling her knees go watery.
Those hot plump lips of his suckled gently on her neck and she felt the coarseness of his beard on her sensitive skin. The hand under her shirt had encircled her, coming around to the front and tracing the edge of her panty’s waistband.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered.
“Dare what?”
“Touch me there …”
“Touch you where?” he said, his fingers grazing back and forth dead center on the band right above her sex.
She whispered, “There …”
“Say it for me,” he said.
“My pussy,” she whispered as lightly as she could and his fingers slipped under the fabric and through her pubic hair. Her tummy tightened to an iron column and when he stroked his fingers through her labia she heard how wet she was.
“Don’t” she said firmly, whipping around, his hand coming out of her panties and his cock getting pulled down. When she turned it sprang and bounced between them. “I told you not to,” she said a little more loudly and she could hear the trembling in her own voice; on the edge of tears again.
But Renny kissed her on the mouth.
Hands pulling the front of her shirt up her stomach, he worked his lips over hers and she pressed the top of her buttocks against the lip of the counter, her hands going to rest on his chest. Now he had that cock under her shirt and pressing against her front.
She pulled from his kiss with the sound of wet suction.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
His hands swept over the reindeer, his thumbs finding her hardened nipples which pressed the fabric out.
“Oh God,” she sighed, head falling back and looking up to the ceiling.
He kissed the point of her chin and slowly her eyes lowered until they met his. They sparkled on the under curve, light bouncing off their shiny counter top. He held his mouth in an arrogant smirk.
“Fuck, Renny, we can’t,” she said.
In response he pressed his cock against her, his hips pushing her into the counter. His cock was so hot and so huge. She felt it from her panty line almost up to her breasts. He humped it against her softly and steadily making her groan. He lowered his mouth again and she watched the plump lips part, felt them take a hold on her neck, gripping and sucking on that space in the triangle of her jaw and the long tendon that ran to her collarbone. Fingers tucked into her panties and tugged them down, rolling them inside out.
She put her hands over his to stop him. She looked away, then back into his eyes.
She asked him “Do you have a condom?”
“Mmn-mnh,” he said, shaking his head no, and running his tongue down her neck.
“We can’t … we can’t …”
His hands cupped her bottom and he lifted her to sit on the counter, him between her legs, his cock hard as steel and upright between them.
“We can’t,” she whispered again as he took her T-shirt and ran it up her body. She lifted her arms and let him pull it off her. He attacked her breasts with his hot mouth, sucking and plucking at her hardened buds and she ran her hands though his hair while he did, groaning and frowning.
“Don’t … hey, don’t …” she said as he worked her panties down her thighs, stepping back with them, and she got a good look at his arousal as it thrust up from between his legs, his tight jeans pulled down mid-thigh. He tossed her panties on the floor.
With his foot he dragged over a short box-step she used to reach the higher shelves, and got himself on it, his face level with hers and kissed her again. She let her nails run up under his shirt and rake over his skin. He had a good physique, he was thin but fit and his stomach felt ridged with muscle. She gave him her tongue and he took it and now she felt the underside of his cock running between her labia and she made a soft crying sound into his mouth.
His hips drew back and she could feel the tip of him getting close, then it was nestled in the cup of her hot wet membranes, that huge cock head wanting to breach her.
“Don’t come inside me, okay?”
“You’re so fucking wet, Natty,” he said, looking in her eyes.
“Promise me you won’t …”
He groaned and closed his eyes as he pushed himself into her.
“Oh God,” she gulped, feeling her opening stretch wide to accommodate him.
He drew it back and pushed again, going deeper. “Oh, ah,” she cried, a bolt of surprising pleasure shooting up her insides. It hurt. It felt like nothing ever before. She wanted it so bad, wanted it deeper. “Yes, more,” she gasped, digging her nails into his back. Renny drew back and plunged forward and she hollered.
“Fuck, Natalie, you’re so, mm, tight,” he grunted.
“You’re big, oh shit, you’re really fucking big,” she panted breathily.
He filled her up, filled her deep and spread parts of her that had never felt a man. It owned her. His cock owned her. Everything she had, all faculties focused on the huge thing imbedded in her body. It gave her pain, it gave her pleasure …
CHAPTER 17
NELSON
T here were a lot of items he had to be careful not to knock when he passed into the dark vestibule. Tall Victorian table with spindly legs, glass things of Natalie’s placed on it for decoration, the tall table lamp with the Tiffany shade that could bump against the wall. On the right-hand side there was a cabinet they bought at an antique store up north and it had six of Natalie’s grandmother’s teacups on saucers on its top shelf that were prone to rattling. But he stuck to the left side, careful not to make a sound, creeping through the dark to find Renny with his wife. Watched as his old housemate lifted her shirt up from behind and put his bare cock against her back. Watched as he whispered in her ear, saw that he offended her as he so easily did and she whisked around to face him.
But Natalie didn’t shy away, stayed where she could be pinned. A perfectly capable woman who he’d seen deal with these types of guys before. When they were younger she had a reputation of being feisty. Dumping drinks on men’s heads, confronting them about their come-ons, unafraid of engaging in logical arguments and looking to embarrass them; where did that Natalie go?—because he didn’t recognize the breathy, eyelash-fluttering girl he saw in his kitchen. But he hated that he liked this girl, too. In fact it may be the disparity that excited him. This wasn’t his Natalie, but this was who his Natalie could become under the advances of the right man.
She asked for a condom like a good girl. Renny didn’t have one. Don’t come inside me, she said. It was all too much again, Nelson’s knees dipping, the muscles of his legs feeling like noodles. It was insane. Natalie was behaving in the complete opposite of her personality. It was a host of things: Renny was very handsome, roguish, irritating, she didn’t like him, and that provided her an excitement—and then there was the size of his arousal. The Natalie that Nelson married was one of great intelligence and character, and despite all that, he was watching her fall prey as every biological floodgate had its valves opened inside her, making her defenseless to a guy like Renny.
And then he entered her.
Lifted her so she sat on the counter, got up on the box step, stroked it up and down against her a few times, drew back and put it inside her. Another man put his penis inside his wife. And her face?—a sight he would never, ever forget. A harrowing expression of pain and ecstasy. Surprise was there, too. She didn’t know what to expect from a guy as large as Renny but she was finding out. And it seemed though she liked it. Her mouth hung open, eyelashes fluttering again, head rocking back; she cried out. Nelson had
to clutch his stomach. It felt like a nest of baby spiders had burst in there and their crazy little legs had them zipping all through his insides now.
In three strokes Renny was able to get himself all the way inside her. His little round butt flexing as he pumped it in and out of her, working it deep. Natalie moaned and cried. Her hands were underneath his T-shirt, looking like her nails were running in circles on Renny’s back.
It was slow, Renny letting Natalie get adjusted to his size. Putting it deep and pulling out, putting it deep again. Not pounding her, being good with her; listening to the little sounds she made. Those were familiar sounds to Nelson, somehow strung with higher tension now than what he was used to. Maybe the size of this larger man or maybe the depravity of the situation.
Renny leaned into her until Natalie’s head rested on the cupboard door. His thrusting made the door rattle. Natalie opened her legs wider. Completely naked on their kitchen counter and fucking another man; her knees were bent, hooked up on his hips, and her feet bobbed with Renny’s movement.
Then both their bodies began writhing, the two of them getting accustomed to each other’s sex, the motions becoming more protracted, Renny’s hands feeling her, touching her back and her waist. He suckled on her neck and Natalie gasped. Now those legs that bobbed at his hips wrapped around him, her ankles crossing over and encouraging him to thrust inside her.
The suckling on her neck traveled higher and Natalie opened her mouth. They kissed, Natalie willingly taking Renny’s tongue. Nelson could see their two pink slippery things running over one another, and now Natalie put her arms around Renny’s neck. The thrusting grew more excited. Enough that when Renny drew back Nelson could see his big round ball sack swinging. The box-step creaked under his feet. His knees rumbled the cupboard doors. Natalie’s head rattled the dishes in the cabinet behind her. Her moans became grunts, her groans became squeaks, their breaths came faster and faster. Natalie’s hands scratched through Renny’s hair.
Their kiss parted and their faces hovered before one another. Natalie’s expression was one of impending. Nelson recognized it. She was going to come.
She hissed, “Oh God, oh my God, faster, oh my God …”
Renny grunted, gave her what she asked for.
“Deeper, fuck, deeper, mm, fuck me deeper,” she cried.
Renny grunted again, the muscles in his arms flexing, his hands bracing her body as he did what she told him. Now the cupboards were really banging, his balls really swinging and slapping. The sound of his cock going into his wife made juicy sounds.
“Fuck, it’s so big, God, it’s so big …”
Renny fucked her triple-time and Natalie let out a long warbling note. He grunted, “Come for me, come for me, Nat …”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” she squeaked and gasped. Her eyes went wide and Renny looked in them, leaning forward and touching his forehead against hers, their heads immobile but their bodies banging against each other.
Natalie covered her mouth with both hands and her face went beet red. She cried out into them, her hands gripping her face tightly, then her head shaking from side to side. Renny thrust himself deep and held it and Nelson watched as the legs that hooked behind Renny’s back trembled and began to shake like she was having a seizure.
CHAPTER 18
NATALIE
T he toes on her right foot cramped painfully and so did her stomach muscles. She blurted air around her fingers clamped over her mouth. Her eyes might pop out of her head. Her scalp tingled, and her eardrums popped. She clamped herself, not letting any of that incredible orgasm escape. But doing that was serious trouble. It felt like her heart skipped beats. It felt like she might black out. And while she didn’t cry out during the orgasm, she might scream from the twisting of her muscles. She grunted into her hands, kicked her right leg, saw her own toes gnarled like she had arthritis. She let out a thundering exhalatory burst, and with Renny’s huge cock still inside her she drew a knee up to her shoulder and squeezed and stretched her muscles with digging fingers.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she sighed. Breathing again helped relax her stomach, and soon she began to recover. Renny kissed her collarbone and her shoulder, and she felt herself stretched still; his huge thing deep inside her and spreading her wide.
Now his thumb pressed her chin up and he bit at her throat. She groaned, unable to help it. He bit harder, nibbling his way to the points of her collarbone again and sucking on them. His thrusts returned.
As soon as he did she went off like a muffled thunderclap. Another orgasm.
“Oh, oh,” she blurted, and her arms whipped around Renny’s neck and she squeezed herself against him. This time he didn’t stop, this time he kept going. Easing in and out of her, his pace quickening.
She’d never felt anything like it. She’d never been stretched like this, never been owned like this. There was nowhere to hide from his huge cock, no position or angle would defend against his size. Every thrust claimed her completely. And the worst part: she loved it. She really did love it. There was a difference.
Now she pulled on his shirt, grabbing it from the back, clawing it to his neck, pulling it over his head. He was trim and tight, his skin olive. She’d never seen him without a shirt before, knew he had tattoos, full sleeves on both arms. She saw they went to swirling designs over both shoulders. She scratched at his chest, a dangling silver ring from one of his nipples shimmered in the low light. While he fucked her, she took that silver in her mouth. Renny held her head against his chest, feeding it to her, tangy metal and hot nipple in her mouth, cock fully inside her body. She came again. This time not with tremendous impact, but long and drawn out, then slowing and becoming shuddering, staccato bursts. And as her mind reeled, consciousness tumbling backward she wondered how many more times she would come. It never happened like this before, orgasms coming on like the fluttering of wings.
“Fuck me harder,” she whispered. “Fuck me deep,” she whispered again, her thumb and forefinger pinching at his earlobe.
“Oh fuck, Nat,” he groaned, his hands coming off her waist and planting behind her on either side, flat on the counter. He thundered into her again, pounding her like he had done the first time she came. The cupboards rattled, and she wondered if they had rattled like that the first time. She hadn’t noticed.
“Oh God, oh God, I’m going to come,” she cried again.
“I’m going to come, too, Nat,” he said.
“Shit, I’m coming … faster, faster,” she urged him, kicking her heels into his rump.
And he did, his knees banging off the cupboard, her struggling to keep her focus, pushing away the knowledge that the banging might bring her husband into the kitchen.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry,” she moaned.
“I’m coming,” he said.
Just then she came. She hissed and growled, grabbed fistfuls of his hair behind his ears and he roared from the pain.
“Don’t,” she said, “oh no, don’t …” her voice a pleading groan.
He kept pounding into her.
“Renny, don’t come inside me, please don’t come inside me …”
He grabbed her waist and dug his thumbs into her tummy. He said, “I’m coming, Nat, I’m coming …”
“Don’t come inside me,” she whispered as she looked in his eyes.
They stared into each other, still humping, and Renny said, “I’m to come so deep inside you.”
“Please, Renny, don’t …”
“It’s coming, Natalie, here it comes …”
“Don’t do it …”
“I’m to come so deep in you …”
“Please, Renny, don’t …”
“Tell me you love it …”
“No …”
“My cock, tell me you love it …”
“Oh God, I fucking love this big cock,” she gasped earnestly.
“Beg me not to come …”
“Oh, ah,�
� she groaned, arching her back, exquisite pain and pleasure rippling through her whole body in hot waves from where he stretched her. “Renny, don’t come inside me, I’m begging you …”
“Here it comes, Nat, here it comes … I’m going to fill you up …”
“Ah, please don’t, Renny, please, please, I’m begging you,” she said and she looked away from his eyes, straight up at the ceiling again, her nails scratching at his neck.
He pounded her so hard he had her whole body bouncing. She felt the swollen knot of his cock head dragging in and out of her guts. He groaned, “Here it comes now, here it comes, you ready …?”
“Yes … ah, okay,” she whined.
Then he pulled out and it hurt—his absence hurt. Stretched her so wide the collapsing of her canal was sharp and painful.
“Ahp, oh,” she hissed, and raked her fingernails down his neck.
Between them he was ejaculating. She felt it, hot splashes across her stomach, around her hips and up between her breasts. She thrust her head back and it banged on the cupboard. She looked down to watch. Saw the thick white ropes wiggling up into the air and splashing on her skin.
He didn’t come inside her.
Why hadn’t she stopped him? He told her he would do it and she didn’t slap him across the face. She just asked him over and over not to. How could she submit to this guy?
Renny growled and roared, snorting through his nostrils, his teeth clenched, still shooting ropes up onto her. He dug it into her, pressed that hard base of himself into her stomach, his balls squashed out on either side of his incredibly wide shaft as he continued to ejaculate on to her.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” she gasped, “that was close.”
That was close? You were willing to let it happen.
She put her hand down and stroked him. That’s when the shame hit.
So hot yet again, and when it was over it was like she’d fallen off something very high, and she was living in that moment before impact, realizing how precarious it had all been and how so willing she was to waste it.