Conflagration

by Matthew Lee

  The connecting door to the garage opened as the big door outside began a trip back down and his and her voices drifted down the hall to me. They laughed and had fun, relaxed and playful. I heard Chris ask where I was and Tiffany said I was out on a date and wouldn't be home until after midnight.

  “That's not enough time,” Chris joked. I heard clothing rustle and then silence and then lips smack. Footsteps echoed down the hall until their feet hit the bedroom carpet.

  “Give me a second,” Tiff asked, heading for the bathroom. At the last second she glanced at my hiding place. I knew she could not see me but I looked her right in the eyes. She was nervous and excited.

  As soon as the bathroom door closed Chris began to undress. His shoes came off and then his socks and shirt. down came his pants, which he dropped in a pile on top of his shoes. He stood up and hooked his thumbs and down came his underwear,

  He was rock hard and already huge. I remembered him from the shower that night but he seemed bigger. He casually stroked it a few times and faced the bathroom door. Wouldn't Tiffany be surprised? His muscles seemed bigger too. Maybe Tiff wasn't the only one hitting the gym a little harder.

  I heard the bathroom light and fan turn off and the door open. Tiff stepped out and her eyes landed on him and quickly darted down to his erect cock where they stayed. She rolled both lips into her mouth. Her eyes came up and traveled his body and face and then dropped back down to his erect cock.

  “Is that for me?” she asked.

  He nodded once.

  “You're a God,” she admitted.

  “No, I'm just a man. The only mythological creature in this room is you; you're a Goddess.”

  Corny. Pure cheese. But wow did it ever work some magic on Tiff. The signs were subtle but she melted. She was his for the taking. She lifted a foot and slipped the strap off her heel and then did the same for the other foot. She lost five inches in height. Chris stepped closer and Tiff told him to stop.

  “I want to remember this moment,” she breathed, again running her eyes all over him.

  Chris stopped and awkwardly waited. His cock seemed to be harder and thicker than before. Finally, he could stand no more and stepped up to Tiffany. He unbuttoned her rose colored blouse and her hands drifted down to his shaft. There was plenty of room for both with cock left over. His cock was a security blanket and she dreaded letting go. She had to let go when he removed her top and she did so reluctantly.

  He stalked her, slow confident steps as he circled. She stood trembling in her own bedroom. He came up behind her and I held my breath as he kissed the nape of my wife's neck. As he moved closer he eased his shaft between her thighs until the head extended a few inches in front. His deft fingers flipped her bra clasp and the cups separated slightly from the globes. Gentle fingertips slid the straps down her arms as soft kisses all over her skin raised goose bumps. The bra landed at her feet.

  He leaned back to look at the ruby skirt that hugged her round ass and I understood the look of appreciation on his face.

  “You are a Goddess,” he breathed. He slid his hands down her back and over her butt. He cupped each cheek and lifted and separated. Tiffany gasped. His thighs flexed. Tiffany groaned. He released her ass cheeks and moved his hands back up her body until they snaked around in front and cupped her big warm tits. He pulled her body back against his and his legs flexed again and I heard all the air leave my wife's lungs. He drove her crazy. With their bodies pressed together he again kissed her neck and shoulders. My wife rocked her hips. Panic blasted my brain. Was he inside her already?

  No. He dipped his hips and pulled his penis back and then thrust forward. Two or three inches of large shiny wet cock jutted out in front, mashing my wife's labia and rubbing across her clit. I was stunned. Her juices had him shiny from the head to halfway down the shaft. She wore no panties. Out in public in a skirt that short I'd assumed she had. Her bare pussy was pressed directly against his cock flesh. He worked it while he stood behind her, back and forth across her pussy and clitoris, driving her crazy, making her feel her own emptiness and long to be filled.

  He turned her to face him and she looked slightly drunk. She was more aroused than I'd ever seen her and having a hard time containing it. Her eyes rolled around unfocused. Her jaw worked. Her legs shook. Her hands were fists at her sides. When he looked down at his glistening cock she followed his eyes and moaned.

  “That's you all over me,” he said.

  “I want you so badly,” she said, her voice quivering. “I can't stand it. No man has ever made me feel like this. Let me suck it.”

  He hooked his thumbs in the waist of her skirt and slid it over her hips. She stepped out of it and then she was completely naked just like him. My heart ached at her beauty. She looked so vulnerable and gorgeous. Her inner labia protruded slightly. Her nipples had swollen. His large cock pointed right at her belly button like a threat; he was a robber, stealing her purse with a spear aimed at her belly.

  He held her face in both hands and kissed her and the impact of all the dates they shared before tonight became obvious. This was not two strangers hot for each other. That would be too limiting for Tiffany. This was a man and woman that knew each other and had hours and hours of pent-up want seeking a way out. As he kissed her she once again wrapped both hands around his cock. He tangled the fingers of both hands in her hair and slowly forced her head down.

  My wife sank to her knees and opened her mouth. Her eyes closed. Her lips reached for him blindly and made contact on the large head and she steered his shaft into her sucking mouth. Chris sighed.

  My wife orally worshiped his cock. He was too big and stiff to take more than half but what she could take she accepted with adoration. Her cheeks dented as she sucked powerfully on the tip before sliding him to the back of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around inside and occasionally escaped her mouth as she licked along his veins and arteries. She dipped her head and pulled an entire testicle into her mouth where she rolled it around before spitting it out to service the other one. She pulled his dick down until it pointed at the floor and then ran the flat of her tongue from head to base along the top, following an extra thick vein. When a drop of pre-cum welled at the tip, she licked it away.

  He grew even harder. I'd not have thought it possible but he did. Blood surged and his veins stood up like ridges. His head flared and turned deep red. His balls rose until they were tight at the base. The shaft darkened. The sight of his erection left Tiffany weak. She seemed to run out of strength. The sight of his powerful organ left her docile, submissive, and conquered.

  He took her hands and helped her to her feet. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to our bed where he lay her on her back and then moved between her knees. He kissed up her thighs, higher and higher, until his mouth found her soaked slit. In seconds his writhing tongue tore her first climax from her.

  Too sensitive to continue there, he moved his mouth higher, kissing and nibbling her tummy, her ribs, the bottoms of her gorgeous breasts. His hot mouth closed on an erect nipple and her back arched.

  “Ooooohhhh my God! You're killing me, Chris.”

  Her hand found the back of his head and held his mouth there. His tongue rolled and rubbed her nipple mercilessly. Movement farther down their bodies drew my eye.

  His cock was only an inch from her opening. Her hips were unconsciously undulating, seeking contact. Adrenaline surged in my blood. He moved his mouth to her other breast and a long deep moan escaped her when he closed on this new nipple. He moved his mouth up to hers and his cock crept forward. They kissed and the hole of his penis grazed her swollen labia. A strand of pre-cum connected them from lip to tip. The head of his cock nudged her a few random times and then came to rest between her labia. Her hips stopped moving.

  They stopped kissing and gazed into each other's eyes.

  My heart hammered hard enough to break ribs. Stop! He was bare and huge and hard as red steel. My wife was drenched and wanted him desperately, her face a
twisted mask of pure desire. He was poised right outside her body. She breathed shallow and fast.

  “Con-” she gasped, trying desperately to speak.

  He pressed the head of his penis firmly against her pussy lips, mashing them.

  She gasped and tried to speak again.

  “Oh God, condom, Chris,” she barely exhaled.

  “Is that what you want? Is that what you want really? For our first time?”

  Her eyes searched his. She bit her top lip. The moment froze for me and it seemed like forever before she gave him a slight shake of her head.

  “Me either. Put me in you,” he confidently commanded. “I know you want me as much as I want you. Show me. Guide me in.”

  Tiffany reached down. For two seconds she seemed confused and then realized how big he truly was. She sent her second hand to join the first and rubbed him up and down opening her pussy lips. Then she pulled him forward.

  Her head snapped back. “OOOOooohhhh, God!” my wife cried. “Ohhh, God, yes. Fuck!”

  Chris flexed his ass a little and pushed another inch deep.

  “Fuuuuck! Uuunngghh! Do it!” She howled. “Soooooo biiiiiig.”

  Chris tightened the muscles of his body and hunched his hips. Inch after inch sank into her scalding fleshy folds, wrapping his erection in hot wet flesh. Her tight steaming tunnel enveloped and surrounded him.

  When he moaned my wife lost her mind.

  “You like that, Lover? Do I make you feel good? Fuck me, Chris! Oh Christ! You like being inside me? Push it in. I need you in me. Push it all the way in, Lover. I've wanted you for so long PUSH IT IN AAAAAaaaahhh!”

  Chris drove it deep. Chris drove his enormous, unprotected, cum-drooling cock into my wife until he reached the end of her. She jerked and for a half second he worried he'd hurt her but she grabbed his face and yelled at him to fuck her hard.

  He took both her wrists and pinned her arms to the bed over her head, accentuating her tits. He placed his feet inside her ankles and forced her legs wider, as wide as they would go, leaving her pinned and helpless beneath him. He rose up over her and withdrew his long wide shaft and then plunged the beast all the way back into her.

  “AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa! Fuuuuuck!” my wife screamed. He did it again. She tossed her head side to side, grit her teeth, and took every inch.

  After four or five thrusts he ripped an orgasm from her, surprising them both, sending her body into writhing convulsions. He was relentless. He'd pull back until just the head rested inside and then he'd drive that cock balls-deep into her. He kept her pinned and fucked her deeply.

  She came again right away. He'd slowed down and moved his body closer and they kissed when it hit. He kept his lips pressed to hers and I heard her muffled cry of pleasure. His cock killed her. He pulled it all the way out and leaned way back on his heels, releasing her wrists. His soaking wet dick towered straight up, throbbing and pulsing, shiny and taut. Free at last Tiffany threw herself at the instrument of her destruction, licking and kissing every inch. He laughed with true joy.

  My wife moved up the bed and rolled over onto all fours, offering him her unfaithful cunt in a head-down, ass-up position. What man can resist that? Chris moved behind her and aimed his steely cock as Tiff reached under searching for his balls. They filled her hand. He took handfuls of her long black hair and pulled hard enough to hurt her, which she loved. Soon he slammed that big dick home again.

  My view of his assault was perfect. I had the angle to witness her pussy forced into a large circle to accommodate his girth. I'd never seen her get this wet and slurping and sloshing sounds filled our bedroom. Chris grabbed my pillow and positioned it under her hips and forced her down to the bed. Now cushioned, he attacked her tight cunt like an animal. When she climaxed again he pulled her head back far enough I worried for her neck. She loved it. His rough treatment only made her orgasm harder and deeper and longer.

  When she came down from it she lay there quivering and gasping for breath. He pushed his cock all the way in and held himself still. She was stuffed to overflowing with hard dick. My wife was Jell-O. He kissed her ears and neck and shoulders, keeping his iron rod deeply planted. Tiffany turned her head and her look of pure joy and contentment shook me.

  Finally, he withdrew his monster completely and leaned against our headboard. His erection fell back against his stomach and reached beyond his belly button.

  Tiffany's pussy gapped open, closing slowly. She searched for him over her shoulder and then turned and crawled onto his lap, straddling him. Her hand slipped down to guide his bare erection inside her again. My wife rode him slowly, her eyes squeezed shut from the intensity of that large penis buried in her guts. Her tits were right in his face and he suckled on them, alternating between the two, her nipples bright with his saliva. She wrapped both arms around his head.

  “I want this every day,” she gasped.

  When she leaned forward her pussy distended. At the moment his balls were pressed against her labia but then she lifted slightly and I observed how much his thick cock overpowered her little hole. She stretched in every direction to take him. It looked painful and uncomfortable to me but by the sounds she made I knew I was dead wrong.

  She put her hands on his shoulders and began to lift and drop more rapidly. He remained fascinated with her tits and let her fuck herself on his meat until she gasped in disbelief.

  “Oh my God, Sweetie, I think you're going to make me cum again. I fucking love your cock. I had no idea it would feel this good.”

  I admit her pet name for him made me jealous.

  He moved his hands to her hips and she raised her arms over her head, lifting her hair. She was an ancient nymph, lost in the pleasures of her own body.

  He left it up to her and their mating became faster and more forceful and her boobs jumped and bounced all over the place. Waves rippled through her firm ass. A cone of flesh clung to his cock every time she lifted off him.

  As her breathing became ragged Chris encouraged her.

  “Baby, your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around me. I'm going to fuck you all night.”

  “Promise?” she teased. Then she remembered. “Brother,” she grunted between thrusts.

  Chris laughed. “Next time we fuck at my place. I want to show you to my roommates. Cum for me, Tiffany. I want to watch your face as you cum.”

  Her eyes flared. She clearly loved his idea. Her hips began a front to back instead of an up and down and her face slowly contorted with pleasure. I couldn't imagine what an object that big inside your body felt like but clearly my wife enjoyed it.

  “Oh fuck,” she cried, her hips rocking. “I love it, Chris. I love it, Chris! I love it, Chris! Here it comes! Nooooooow, ooooooooh yeeeeeeeeah!”

  My gaze jumped back and forth between her gorgeous face in the throes of climax and her gushing pussy full of his huge cock. Her body flailed and shook and he held her in his strong grip as she lost control. He watched her orgasm with as much joy as I did. She was beautiful.

  This time he did not wait for her to come back to earth. Instead he scooped her up and laid her back so he was now on top. He worked his hands under her pert little ass and braced her so she could not get away and then began pounding that massive spear into her. I knew where this was headed and waited for Tiff to stop him and tell him to put a condom on, but she didn't.

  Her hands slid down his back to his muscular ass and her nails dug in as she helped to pull him deep on every thrust. Dread began to creep into my racing heart. His cock was a fat piston pumping her pussy. When he stopped once to move his knees closer, his scrotum rested on the bed like a purse full of sand, spreading out under its own weight. Next instant he was back over her moving his cock deep again.

  I heard him draw a sharp breath.

  “You said something earlier about a condom,” he teased. “Do you have one? You want me to stop and put it on?”

  Tiff locked eyes with him and he weighed the choice. She decided quickly.


  “Shh. No, Chris, I really don't.” Her answer thrilled them both.

  He smiled and tilted his head back. Her eyes flashed to my hiding place. She showed concern but it was grossly overshadowed by pure animal want. My wife needed to mate with this man. She wanted his seed inside her.

  She faced him and pulled his lips down to hers. Her legs rose up and circled his waist, her arms circled his neck. He pounded her a little faster.

  “Come in me,” she said, finally surrendering completely. “I want it. I need it. Cum inside me, Chris. I want all of it. I want all of you.”

  Chris buried his face in her hair and flesh on flesh slapping filled our bedroom. He moaned and Tiffany's face lit up. He moaned again, louder and longer and she smiled and closed her eyes. Finally, he moaned a third time and then threw his head back as his balls seized and exploded. He drove his manhood as deep as possible inside my wife and unleashed a torrent. I imagined his cock-head pressed firmly against her cervix and his hot jizz pumping out of the slit and directly into her uterus. His hips jerked with each jet he released and I remembered how much he came under the table that night at the bar. He came a long time, twitching spasmodically as he emptied his testicles.

  Tiffany looked blissful. She held him tight as he convulsed and she eagerly accepted every drop he wanted to give her. She'd captured her man and pleased him greatly and she was happy and content. She held him inside for a long time. When he tried to untangle she whimpered and held him tight and he settled back down on top of her. I noticed she rolled her hips slightly side to side, savoring the full feeling his buried phallus gave her.

  At last she let him go. He raised himself up on strong arms and pulled his long cock out. He flopped next to her and she wormed as close to his muscular body as she could. They spoke softly but I was too far away to hear what they said.

  They stayed like that for half an hour, maybe longer. They talked and laughed and touched each other tenderly. Chris rolled her onto her stomach and raved about her world-class ass and she playfully lifted her hips four inches off the bed. He lightly bit her butt. He dropped next to her and tossed a leg over her legs and they talked some more. Chris kissed her gently all over her shoulder and arm.