by Jason Lenov
I feel myself coming with her. Up, up, up we both sail for a brief moment suspended in the bliss of a shared orgasm.
Look at me, Keira. Look into my eyes.
Then we're both coming down. She rides out the rest of her pleasure on my wilting cock. Then she falls off, laughing.
I smile.
"Sex," she giggles.
"And humans," I add.
She puts a hand on my chest. For a moment I'm in heaven. It's the touch I wanted from her. It's the feeling I wanted her to give me. It feels like she still cares. Then it's over.
"Where're you going?" I ask.
"Just to grab my phone. I should tell Jimar that he can stay!"
And then she's gone.
Chapter 15
Keira fucked Damien a few days after she gave him that blow job. We had wild sex for a few days and then the buzz from watching her blow him started to wear off. For both of us. It was like we were coming down from an incredible high and we needed another bit of blow. Just a bit. Just to get back up to where we were.
"Do you want to fuck him?" I asked when we both couldn't sleep one night.
"Only if you want me to."
"You know I do."
Giggle. "What are we waiting for then? Booty call?"
"You think he'll be up for it?" I asked.
"Only one way to find out."
He was up for it. Even though it was almost one in the morning he was over in less than thirty minutes.
"You gonna actually let me fuck you this time?" he asked with a grin as she pulled him into the bedroom.
I hadn't made the mistake of leaving my pants on this time and I was already hard when they stumbled into the room.
Keira giggled and flopped down on the bed, feigning modesty by covering herself with a sheet. She had been modest. Before all this started she'd been kind of a prude. Sex only with the lights off. No nudity at other times. Things like that. This little fantasy changed all that, though. She was opening up.
I wrapped my fist around my cock as I watched Damien pull his out. He let his pants drop to the floor and tugged his shirt off over top his head. His cock was already at attention when he sank down onto the bed and yanked the sheet off.
Keira squealed in delight, squeezed her legs together and put a hand over her pussy and an arm over her breasts.
"Ha ha!" Damien laughed, "Like I'm gonna believe you're that modest. You little slut."
It was the first time I'd heard anyone call Keira a slut and all I wanted was to hear it again.
"Gimme that pussy," Damien growled and that turned me on just as much as hearing him call her a slut.
Damien's back was to me but it gave me a perfect view of Keira's legs. As he pressed his knee between her thighs I watched her pretty, pink flower, already glistening opened up, ready for his muscle.
I started stroking myself at the sight.
Damien grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head to one side.
"Ouch!" Keira cried out. "Hey, a little less rough, okay?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yeah. Right. A slut like you doesn't like it rough?"
My eyes opened wide in horror as I saw Damien's palm fly through the air and smack the side of Keira's breast. Then the other way, slapping her with his knuckles.
"Oh fuck!" Keira cried but this time it wasn't in pain. This time it sounded like she...actually liked it.
"Yeah. You see? That's right."
Smack!
He slapped her other tit.
I didn't know whether to pop out of the closet and stop him or what. Was she actually enjoying this? Did she really like a rough fuck? The answer came when Damien shifted to one side. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy was soaked. I only saw them for a moment but there was no doubt that she was turned on.
That's when Damien spat into his hand, rubbed it over the head of his cock and slammed his fat dick into Keira's gushing cunt.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out as his meat sank deep into her sticky puss. Her splayed legs looked like they were clawing at the air. She was pinned, helpless beneath him and all she could do was writhe.
"Yeah. You see that slut? You like that," Damien growled as he started sawing his mighty cock in and out. "Tell me you like it!" he ordered.
"Oh fuck I love it!" Keira wailed.
"Yeah," Damien barked. "I'll fucking show you what else you like!" He'd popped out of her and spun her onto her stomach before she knew what was happening. He hauled her up by the hips, smacked her firmly across the ass, then pointed his cock just above her snatch. Right at her ass.
Keira clambered up onto her hands, craning her neck to look back. "No, Damien, I'm not really into that," she began to explain.
Damien laughed.
Smack!
His hand flew across her ass. "Yeah! Good one! Slut like you doesn't like to take it in the ass! Ha!" Then he was pressing the tip of his cock against her ass.
Keira was shaking her head and it looked like she was trying to say "No, no, no, no!" but the words just weren't coming out.
As he pushed the head of his cock in past the tight ring of muscle and into Keira's back hole, her voice came back. Her eyes rolled up in her head. Her mouth dropped open and a low groan rolled out. "Oh fuck, Damien, yeeeesssssss!"
I was transfixed. Mesmerized and terrified at what I was seeing and hearing.
Damien laughed again. "See? You can't fool me! You're the biggest slut I've ever fucked!" He said it with glee. Bracing both hands on her cheeks and spreading them apart, he drove himself balls deep into her ass.
Keira started to ride his cock as if her life depended on it. He grabbed her by the ponytail, got up on his feet and started to fuck. Every few thrusts he'd give her ass a fierce smack, grunting as he rutted into her bowels.
I stared and stroked myself, trying to balance on the razor thin edge of pleasure right before a full orgasm. I wanted to wait until they were done. I wanted to be with Keira. I wanted us to share this night. I didn't want to stumble out of the closet after he left, spent and sleepy.
With one final, guttural grunt, I watched Damien lean forward, choke Keira and dump his whole load into her ass. "Ugh!" he shouted as his nuts went up and down, his cock flexed and pumped spewing seed into Keira's ass.
I stared and stared at him doing it, hoping the moment would never end.
When it did end, it was without any ceremony whatsoever. Damien fucked himself deep into her ass, stroked the base of his cock a few times making sure he got all of himself inside, then stepped back and fell out. His sagging cock was a sloppy mess of freshly fucked spunk.
I expected him to put his clothes on, say goodnight and walk out. I didn't expect what happened next or Keira's reaction to it.
Grabbing her by the hair he yanked her around on the bed, so she was practically facing me. He picked up his cock and offered it to her. "You got someone that can clean this up too?" he asked with a smirk.
Those eyes.
She looked up and straight at me.
I couldn't believe what she was doing! Was she really going to suck the cock that had just been in her ass? That was so filthy! Keira would never do anything like that! Would she?
She was staring at me and it looked like a question. It looked like she was asking me what to do.
Even though I knew she couldn't see me I couldn't resist the urge. I nodded, leaning perilously close to the closet door.
Keira's mouth twisted into the faintest smile. She opened her lips, stuck her tongue out and staring at me with those eyes, began licking every inch of Damien's filthy cock.
"Oh shiiit!" Damien groaned, still holding her by the ponytail. "You are filthy as fuck!"
I watched as Keira cleaned off the whole length of Damien's cock, swallowing all the cum that she licked off. When she was done he let go of her hair, stepped into his pants and pulled them up.
"Hey! Don't I get any?" Keira asked. I couldn't believe this was my Keira! I couldn't believe she was asking for more sex after wh
at she'd just done!
"Huh? Unh-uh. No way. Not after that. Hit me up any time though. I'll fuck that ass!"
With a wave of his hand he was gone, slamming the door behind him.
I actually fell out of the closet this time. I guess I leaned a little too far and I ended up with my face on the floor, my cock still in my hand.
Keira burst into laughter like I'd never heard her laugh before. I started laughing, too because seriously. The whole thing felt like a farce. As our laughter died down, Keira lay down on the bed on her stomach and groaned. "Oh my God he fucked so much cum into my ass! I feel so full!"
My cock was throbbing. I was dying to fuck Keira but my mind was fixated on that cum inside her ass for whatever reason. I crawled up onto the bed, unable to keep from staring at her red, messy ass.
"Oh baby, I'm so full of cum! I don't know if..."
I sat up. I couldn't resist what I was about to do. Maybe she would hate me for it but I had to try. I had to at least see what it looked like. I hauled her up by the hips, the way Damien had.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"I just...can I just...look? I want to see what it looks like."
Her wide eyes narrowed. She smiled a sly smile. She bit her lower lip. "Oh my God," she whispered. "You are nastier than I am!"
I was already spreading her cheeks. Damien's fat cock had left her hole gaping but it was starting to close. Inside her stretched ass, a pool of fresh spunk churned and swam. Her hole closed and she bucked forward. A thick glob of sperm shot out of her ass with a wet fart. It landed on my throbbing cock and made me shudder. I looked up to see Keira staring at me staring at her.
"Oh K, please, can I? Can I fuck your ass? Can I fuck you the way he did?"
Her eyes narrowed a little more. "I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal," she said softly.
"Anything."
"You can fuck your cum into my ass but..."
"Anything," I whispered.
"You're the one that has to clean it out."
Wink.
I mounted her the same way he had. I pointed my cock at her back hole. I drilled it in, his fluid splurting out around me as I went, as I filled her with my vein. It only took a few thrusts. I came with a shout. All of the exhilaration, all of the tortured anticipation seemed to deflate, leaving my body along with my cum. I was left staring at the sloppy, white mess inside Keira's ass.
"Come on babe. You promised!"
I leaned forward. My cock moved again. The smell of ass and cock and spunk wafted around. I locked my lips onto her back hole and sucked in the first musky slurp.
Chapter 16
The sounds of Keira's sing-song laugh and Jimar and Kivon's baritone chuckles drift down the stairs into my basement office. Jimar has been living with us for two weeks now. Kivon isn't living with us but with how often he's here, it feels like he is. Keira seems to be on a bender of sex with the two black men. It's busy season in accounting so I'm stuck working overtime at home, listening to them laugh and fuck upstairs.
The reason Keira can spend her days doing this is because she lost her job the week after Jimar moved in. She called in sick. Then came in late a few times because she couldn't get enough of his cock in the morning. Her boss got tired of it and told her to shape up. But she couldn't. They let her go on the Friday. It was just an "in-between" jobs job so it's no big deal but at the moment she's not interested in looking for other work so I'm the breadwinner. I've asked Jimar if he can pay some rent while he's here. He was very apologetic but he really has no money with which to help out. I don't mind. He's such a nice guy.
Kivon on the other hand. Kivon, Kivon, Kivon. Kivon likes to drink. Kivon doesn't have much money either but he has enough to come over with a six pack every morning. Then, when he's all out and I'm just getting home he "hits me up" to get him some more.
The first few times I did it out of politeness. He was something of a guest, after all. Then I just started swinging by the liquor store on the way home because it would save me the trip. He's always grateful but I don't really like that it's come to be expected.
I know I have to talk to Keira about all this. I know I have to change everything and set things right. I just don't have the time to do it now. I did talk to her about putting her ring back in. A fantasy is one thing but an actually baby is something completely different. I'm pretty sure she put it in a few nights ago.
I try to focus on the numbers as the sounds from upstairs die down. It probably means they're fucking again which will give me a solid hour to work. That's good. I need the time.
"Hey you!"
The sound of her voice still gives me the shivers sometimes. I look up. She's in her bathrobe, smiling down at me, leaning against the wall. "You want to come join us? It's not as much fun without you, you know?"
I manage a weak smile. "I've really got a ton of work to do."
Keira pouts. "Okay Mr. Responsible!" She spins around.
I don't want her to go. I feel like screaming.
Do something. Say something. Make her stay. She's yours. Make her yours.
"K?"
She spins back around, her eyebrows raised. "What's up?"
I take a breath and pause. Why won't the words come?
Let's take a step back. We need a change. Can we go for dinner? Just the two of us?
"Did you put the ring back in?"
Why? Why does that come out instead?
Keira smiles again. It's the same sly smile she's been giving me for the last two weeks. The same smile she gives the two black men living in our house when she wants to fuck. "What answer would you like baby?" she purrs, stepping towards me and running her fingers through my hair.
I don't have time to play games. I want to know the truth. Her touch makes my cock start to harden, though and I can't resist falling into our now familiar routine. "It's...dangerous," I whisper, staring up at her. "You should put it in."
The thoughts crawling through my mind make me harden even more. She looks so beautiful. She looks like she's glowing from all the fucking she's done. "I will," she sighs. "One of these days." She spins around again but this time she has my complete attention and she knows it. She sways her ass a little more as she walks. She knows I'm already eating out of her hand.
I look at the computer. There's so much to do but I can do it later. When the two of them are sleeping in our bed. I get up and follow her up the stairs, mesmerized by her softly swaying hourglass figure.
Suddenly I remember what it is we're going to do up there. What it is I'm going to watch. I'm not going up the stairs to make love to my wife. I'm going up the stairs to watch her get fucked by two big, black bulls. Two big, black bulls who've kind of overrun our lives.
It's still thrilling, I guess. But now it's not that same electric thrill. Now I need more and more debasement each time. I need to see Keira violated like she's never been violated before to catch the same buzz. I need to see cocks stuck into all her holes. I need to see her in pain. It makes me hard to see her cry.
We need to stop.
It's been there, in my mind for the last two weeks. Since a few days after Jimar moved in. This has gone too far. We're in too deep. I feel like if I don't slam on the brakes there'll be no going back. I watch her disappear into the bedroom.
"Hey baby," Jimar purrs from the bed.
It reminds me of what I'm about to see. It reminds me that my wife's pussy is bare and unprotected. I've lost track of how many times I've watched them spew their seed into her cunt. It heightens the buzz. It makes the world hum, thinking that they might be breeding her with their hard cocks.
Just one more time.
It's a risk but I feel like if I can just watch it one more time, if I can just watch them fucking her one more time I'll have had enough. Then, tomorrow, yes tomorrow, I'll talk to her. I'll tell her that it's enough. That we have to stop now. That Jimar and Kivon have to go. For now, I step into the room.
Her robe is on the floor and she's
already on the bed. Already in between the two of them. Jimar's kneeling on the bed and he pulls her towards him. He pulls her up and onto his lap. His cock is stiff and ready. I can't believe the stamina that man has. I can only imagine how strong his seed is.
Keira puts her arms on his shoulders as he lowers her down onto his cock. She gets that same look she always does. Slightly surprised that something that feels that big between her legs is going to go inside her body.
My Keira. My beautiful, blue-eyed, blonde goddess goes wide-eyed as Jimar stuffs more of his dark meat into her soft, pink hole. "Oh fuck!" she breathes as he stretches her and gets to the point. That point. The point where I feel like Keira just can't take any more of him. The point where Keira looks like she believes it too.
Jimar smiles. Like it's his favorite thing in the world, stuffing this little white girl full of big, black dick. Showing her that she can take everything he has to give. Even if it hurts. He pulls her close, smashing the rest of his cock into her sloppy, wet cunt.
"Fuck!" she cries. Like she can't believe it and she wants even more all at the same time.
Usually he starts fucking her right away but not this time. This time he leans back, taking her with him. Kivon's been massaging himself up to stiffness behind Keira and now his cock is hard and he wants in, too.
Keira glances back. They haven't done this before. They've never both been inside her at the same time. Unless one is in her mouth.
"Oh baby, I don't know," Keira guffaws. She sounds nervous. Very nervous. Like she's thinking the same thing I am.
What if I break? What if I split in two?
"You just relax, baby," Jimar comforts her as he rolls her nipple between a finger and a thumb. "You remember you thought you couldn't take my cock?"
Keira nods.
It sends a chill through me, the way she looks at him. So much trust. So much...oh God no. It's not love. It can't be love.
Kivon spits on his cock, then spits on his hand. He gives himself one final rub, then places the head of his cock at Keira's ass hole. The two of them aren't big on making moments special. They just get things done. He shoves his cock into her ass.