by K T Morrison
She pushed on his shoulders, and he stepped back and down off of the box. He stood with his huge cock still sticking up straight between his legs, heaving for breath, leaning back on the island across from her.
She covered herself, suddenly so timid in his gaze. His semen ran between her breasts, curling over the swells of her flesh and dripping onto the kitchen floor.
Sorrow washed over her back like a sick green wave and she choked back a sob. She trundled forward, two steps, three. Reached across the countertop where the roll of paper towels hung under a cabinet and she whisked off a half-dozen sheets. Folded them, bunched them into a ball and began wiping at herself.
Renny took her suddenly, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her so she bent over the island. Then he had her thighs, lifting her, digging his thumbs into the back of her legs and into her rump, pushing her so her chest lay flat on the kitchen island. He spread her cheeks …
CHAPTER 19
NELSON
N elson had to steady himself. He watched from the dark as his old friend fucked his wife. Did nothing to stop it, stood with a painful erection that pushed out his pajamas. Watched from the shadows.
Renny fucked her good. Made her come many times. Each time Natalie made those sounds something squeezed Nelson’s heart tighter. There were times he couldn’t breathe. Renny fucked her till she shook, her breasts bouncing, then telling her he was going to come inside her. All three of them should know that was an impossibility. Yet Renny still taunted her, and Natalie did nothing to stop it. And worst of all?—Nelson remained in the shadows waiting to watch if it would happen. But it was all part of the game; Renny pulling out at the last second and spewing the contents of those huge testicles up Natalie’s stomach.
Then he was frozen, feeling much of the shame that his wife showed. Her sorrowful eyes looking at Renny, looking away, and she slipped off the counter and stumbled to grab paper towels.
But it wasn’t over, Renny grabbing her by the hair, throwing her over the island. Now he had her bent so her rump faced him and he grabbed the globes of her ass and spread it open wide. He kissed her there, thrust his face in her crack, and grabbed suckling mouthfuls of her most intimate flesh.
Natalie squawked. She kicked her legs. Her feet arched, legs bent at the knees, kicking back and forth bootlessly. Not stopping him, not encouraging him, just her body’s reaction to having a stranger spread her ass wide and put his tongue in it.
“Oh my God,” Nelson gasped suddenly and clutched his heart. He didn’t think anything could get worse. But here it was.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Natalie hissed. Now her head came up, eyes closed, mouth agape in a passionate shape. She got on her elbows and spread her legs wider. He couldn’t believe that she would let Renny do this. He was one-hundred-percent sure she wouldn’t let Nelson do it. Her own husband. If he tried this she would definitely push him away and ask him what the fuck was wrong with him. But again, the right guy, the right situation, and his wife became a wholly different woman. A woman he didn’t know but loved to watch.
Natalie rubbed at her chin now, made a wincing face. When Renny had thrown her on the island she’d bounced her chin off the maple countertop and the pain was catching up with her. Her teeth had clicked. Now the hand that rubbed her chin covered her mouth and she snorted through her nose. Her toes wriggled, she breathed and snorted heavily and bucked. She was coming again. Renny made her come by putting his tongue in her anus.
Next to the table there was a chair and he settled his butt against it, let his weight sink onto it despite the creaks and groans it made. The only other option was he was going to fall forward and collapse on the floor. No joke. He was shutting down.
“Oh wow,” he whispered into his hand. He still watched and they still did it.
Now Natalie moaned and Renny slipped lower, like his tongue stroked at her sex. Eyes half-lidded, Natalie lay so her face was on the counter, her hands came down and she grabbed her own ass cheeks, her thin fingers making divots in her soft flesh. She peeled herself wide and Nelson heard her groan: “Do it again. Eat my ass for me …”
This was it, his consciousness blipped and he swayed from side to side. He couldn’t believe this was really her. She was never ever like this. He’d been with her for so long and he’d never seen her this way.
“Ah shit,” he sighed, blinking rapidly, getting his focus back. Easing up out of the chair and squatting down next to the Victorian table. He watched as Renny licked and probed, his tongue making wet sounds in his wife’s ass. Slowly Natalie’s legs kicked, up and down, her feet flexing. Totally naked, totally beautiful. When she didn’t come again, Renny stopped. She moaned with disappointment.
Renny took her knees and shoved her body so she was completely on the island. He took his pants down and stepped his feet out of them. He climbed up with her.
“Mm, what are you doing?” she said, looking over her shoulder as she lay languidly, face down on their island. This was where they prepared food as a couple. When they had family over, they made salads there while his parents and her parents sat at the small kitchen table and talked to them while enjoying a glass of wine. Now his wife was naked there with another man, he fucked her, he made her come, he put his tongue in her anus …
Now he got over top of her on all fours, his hands out on either side of her shoulders, Natalie saying again, “What are you doing?”
With his knees, he prodded the inside of her thighs and she spread them for him, her hands clutched together between her breasts, her stomach flat on the island, her legs spread-eagle.
Renny pushed his cock between her legs …
CHAPTER 20
NATALIE
N o one had ever licked her butthole. No one should. No one would ever do it again. It was disgusting. Renny and his big cock were vile. The act was vile. Last she had a shower was eighteen hours ago. Before work. This handsome hung pig didn’t care. Sticking his tongue right inside her, stroking her labia while he did, thrusting his thumb inside her. Why the fuck did she get off on it? Her insides were squirming and twisting and he made her come.
Now she was asking him what he was doing, coming awake, laying flat on the island, her whole body up there now and not remembering how that happened. Whatever it was, he wanted her legs wider and she complied. The creases between her legs were shocked with a damp chill with her legs apart; Renny’s tongue leaving her wet, plus her own slickness…
Renny gripped her arm, pulling it out from under her and she surrendered that to him as well. Then it was cranked up behind her and the surprise and the pain made her clamor and complain. She writhed under him, her other hand shooting out and knocking over a wooden bowl and sending apples and bananas cocking to the floor, a lone orange galloping into the vestibule.
“Ow, Renny, you asshole,” she hissed, struggling with him, but not rolling over.
“Awake now, Natty?” he said close to her ear and she felt the prodding of his huge tool in between her cheeks. At first she thought he would try and put it in her ass and she clenched her anus, but soon the tip pushed its way into her sopping wet—and noticeably stretched—hole. As he plunged it deep into her and she whisked air into her lungs through clenched teeth, it occurred to her she hadn’t attempted to stop him if it was anal he wanted. Knew it would be painful but made no move to prevent him. Would she let Renny do anything?
In two strokes none of that mattered—all of it forgotten. The angle of entry felt incredible. The act was filthy, the pleasure filthy. She was gasping and crying in seconds, hot on the trail of another orgasm.
Renny bunched her hair in his fist and pulled her head up, her sword chin banging on the maple, her gaze directly through the vestibule to the family room where her husband slept.
She whimpered and complained at the thought—her vision of the family room, TV still on, growing warbled with wet—if Nelson rose from the couch now, came to the kitchen, what would he see? His wife being pounded from behind by the old asshole he us
ed to room with. Her arm twisted behind her, taking his huge cock deep—he’d never think she’d complied. Would never think that of her. And she wouldn’t either but here she was—balls deep. It felt so good. Renny pounded her hard. His cock stroked in and out of her, amped up on Chinese chemicals, hardened to steel, every flared ridge rippling through her membranes. Taking him deeper than deep. Feeling him bump her cervix, up behind her navel. She spread her legs wider.
“Fuck me harder, you fucking animal,” she grunted.
He thrusted deep, and his voice came near her ear, saying, “Take it, you pig, take my cock …”
“Fuck me harder, you piece of shit fucking asshole,” she choked, her heart swelling with base excitement.
Renny’s hips made fast wet slapping sounds on her soft bottom. Her flesh shook and quivered from his ferocity. Her poor membranes stretched, pulled, and plunged, gripping against his size and paying the price. She grunted and squirmed now, clamoring under him, suddenly feeling she might tear. His necklaces hung down over her shoulder, a pendant lay on her cheek. Renny thrust too deep then and held it, his cock head hitting her cervix so hard her stomach turned over and she swallowed back a surge of bile. Then a bolt shot through her—deep electric vibration … Renny’s hand, slipping under her hipbone, had grabbed a wad of her stretched out membranes, his thumb finding her clit in it and stroking.
“Oh, fuck me-eeee …” She exhaled so completely her breath hitched, and a return intake of air didn’t come. Stars literally twinkled in her vision and all her girl muscles rippled and gripped that massive cock buried inside her. Legs kicking behind her, her vision swayed left and right like she was on a boat, she chuckled, a tightness gripped her, stroking her with pleasure up from a point in front of her anus, up every muscle in her back, spreading out in a flood from her heart—now she inhaled and the orgasm went on, high octane premium fuel feeding it now.
“Fuck, fuck, keep it there, ah, don’t move,” she gasped, her pussy clamped but sucking and swallowing the world’s most perfect cock. “Oh, ah,” she groaned, squinting, her eyes shut and settling her chin down gently, head falling to the side from the point of pain she found there still.
“Show me your face, Natty, show me that pretty face,” Renny said, using his forefinger to tuck her sweaty hair behind her ear. “I wanted to fuck you for so long.”
She moaned and grunted, her vision dim, seeing the light reflecting off the stainless tap over the sink, feeling Renny withdraw that massive thing, feeling her sex left hanging open, then the head of his cock pushing against her again. Higher, between her sex and her ass, then slipping with wet and pushing into her anus.
“Oh wow, oh,” she sighed.
The crown of his cock, fat and plump and hard, spread her; a high and bright tearing feeling curled her toes.
“Mm, careful,” she grunted.
“Smile for me, Natty, let me see your pretty smile,” he said, his hand tapping against her ass cheeks.
“No,” she said.
“Do it, Natty, show me that beautiful smile when I come …”
With the head of his cock in her ass he masturbated, his hand stroking his own cock and as she realized that was what he did back there she felt him ejaculating. A low grunt from him, a cough, an exultation, his hand jerking himself faster—then hot liquid being pumped into her rectum. Where no one had ever come before.
She grunted and squirmed underneath him, not liking that feeling but not enough to stop him, just wanting him to finish. He flexed his cock a few times, that big head slipping in and out of her tightest hole in fractional inches, then he was empty, pulling that big weapon out and slapping her ass with it.
“Look at that ass, Nat, fuck you’re so hot.”
“Did you just come in my ass?” she said, bringing a hand behind her to cover herself because she knew he was looking at it.
“Fuck, yes,” he said, sticking his cock into her crack and running it up and down. With her fingertips she pushed it away.
“Get off me,” she said.
CHAPTER 21
NELSON
N elson was on his hands and knees, assuming a position like you would see in yoga or a supplicant before a mighty spectacle. His mouth hung open. He’d ejaculated in his pajamas without even touching himself. What he’d witnessed was the most intense erotic experience of his entire life.
On the island in the center of the kitchen his wife lay face down and prostrate. Renny had fucked her into oblivion, rendered her useless. And then he put that thing in her anus and jerked himself to a third completion.
Nelson took another deep breath. He hated both of them. But he also loved one of them endlessly. Without even realizing it, she had just provided him with the greatest sexual arousal he could imagine.
Now Renny was on his knees between her open legs, a hand stroking up and down her thigh and squeezing an ass cheek.
“No, get right off me,” Natalie said, lifting her head up from the counter now.
“I am off you.”
“Get off the island,” she said.
Renny went on all fours over her then took one of his pendants and dangled it in her face saying, “You can’t vote me off. I have the Immunity Idol.”
“Renny, please just get the fuck off me,” she said bringing a hand up to brush away his necklace.
He laughed and hopped down onto the tiles.
“Seriously,” Natalie moaned, sitting up. “This is where we prepare food.” There was a sopping wet flatulent sound from between Natalie’s legs as she got herself upright.
Renny grabbed her thighs and squeezed them saying, “Not anymore it’s not.”
“You’re disgusting,” she said, shifting her hips, raising a cheek and putting a hand underneath her. When it came back her fingers glistened, a white string dangling between them. She said, “Why did you do that?”
Renny let her legs go, laughing, stepping back and leaning on the counter next to the sink. He rested his elbows down and eyed her slyly, his erect cock still pointing up and at her. He said, “All we just did, that’s what you have a problem with?”
Absently, more to herself than to Renny, and still looking at the sexual evidence on her fingers, she said, “Fucking great.” She slipped off the counter and padded next to him, grabbing a dishcloth draped over the sink and wiping her hand. She returned to the island, got down low to look where she had sat. “Jesus,” she said, and used the towel to clean the spot.
Nelson raised up to sit on his heels, his hands on his thighs. Mouth still hanging open, breaths coming in short, quick but quiet intervals. They were naked in the kitchen together, his wife and old friend, Natalie now pivoting at the waist and wiping her butt with the tea towel.
“Hey, Nat,” Renny said to her and she looked at him. He shook his hips, his huge penis wagging, swinging from side-to-side. She watched it.
“What?” she asked.
He said, “It’s going down. It’s not as hard.”
“Good for you,” she said.
“You helped me. I guess you really do care.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, come on now, Natalie. You fucking loved it.” He took a step to her and she took a step back. She leaned on the island and Renny put his hands on the countertop on either side of her, pinning her there. His cock was pressed to her belly again. He said, “And if you’re a good girl, I bet this big thing has some life in it yet. Get on your hands and knees and I’ll fuck you like a little doggy.”
She slapped him across the face.
The sound of her hand striking his cheek was sharp and loud. Renny bit his lip and his smile grew wide. “You’re so fucking feisty.”
She pushed him away, both hands on his chest.
“What’s with you?” he said, his face serious now. “You’re not really mad at me?”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
“Oh, please. You used me.”
“Excuse me? I used you?”
“You just wanted this,
” he said, grabbing hold of his cock and shaking it at her. “You don’t give a fuck about me.”
“No, I don’t give a fuck about you. And you used me. Just stuck that in me to make it go down.”
“Keep telling yourself that, sunshine,” he said.
Natalie folded in two. Dropped her tea towel, put her hands on her knees and bent over. Nelson saw her back heaving. She was crying.
Renny dropped to a knee, putting a hand on her shoulder saying, “Hey, come on now, Nat. I’m sorry. I really am.”
Natalie squatted, covered her face with her hands. Renny rubbed a hand in a circle over her bare back. Nelson wanted to jump up and hold her as well, but he couldn’t.
“It’s okay if you wanted it,” he said softly. “Trust me, it’s okay.”
Into her hands, Natalie moaned, “I did want it. I wanted it …”
“It’s okay, trust me …”
“Just leave me alone,” she said very serenely, her hands slipping down her face and looking directly at him.
Nelson pushed himself to stand, his whole body aching, careful not to make a sound, but getting desperate knowing where this conversation with Renny would go. Any second now, Natalie would come storming through this vestibule and he didn’t want to be here when she did. He watched still, taking a slow step back.
Natalie stood upright now, Renny coming to join her. He put his arms out to embrace her and she gripped her hand around his neck like she wanted to strangle him. “Don’t,” she said firmly, and pushed herself away.
Nelson took another step back, hearing the saucers jostle. No one noticed. Natalie was bending to pick up the reindeer T-shirt he bought at the market while Renny watched her, standing with his arms folded.
Nelson took another step back, then another. Once in the family room he turned and tiptoed quickly back to the couch, feeling the wet of his ejaculation running cold down his thighs and soaking into his pajama pants. Got himself onto the couch, roughly assumed the position that he’d been in when she left him here to go and fuck his friend. His heart pounded up his neck and he still felt an intense excitement. Like he wanted more. Like he wanted to see Natalie on all fours with Renny fucking her like a little doggy. Why on earth would he want to see that?