by Raven Merlot
Stephanie pouted as Connor scooted over and started eating Christa’s pussy with the same ferocious tongue.
“Mmmm!” Christa cried in agony as Connor intensified pressure on her clit.
“Hold her, Stephanie. She’s your best friend. Hold her head and her arm back. Help me eat her pussy out.”
“I don’t want to do that,” Stephanie said.
“Yes, you do. Don’t you want me and John to experience this pleasure? Why deprive us of what we all want?”
“I guess…” Stephanie said, cooperating and holding Christa, easing her into back into a comfortable place.
“Mmmm!” Christa exclaimed, her pussy starting to spill and splatter all over Connor’s mouth and tongue.
“Talk to Christa, John. Tell her what you want.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell her to cum. Give her permission to cum.”
John didn’t like the idea…at first. But as he began mouthing the worlds, the erotic sensation grew. “Christa…cum. I want to see you cum.”
“Mmm-hmm!” Christa groaned, “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, like that,” she said, as Connor licked and sucked her clit at the same time. She bit down on her lip as Connor began fingering her pussy at the same time as he tongued her hot button.
“Ohhh yeah, right there, right there—ohhhh!”
John squirmed in the chair and made a squinting face.
“What do you feel, John?” Stephanie asked.
Connor’s mouth was full of Christa’s pussy so he couldn’t ask the question himself.
John had no choice but to answer his wife.
“I can’t touch myself. But I want to.”
“Does it hurt?” Stephanie asked.
“A little bit. It’s really tight around my balls and scrotum.”
“Is your cock hard?”
“Yes…it’s restricted…but I still feel it growing. It stings…hurts slightly.”
“Ohhh shit!” Christa said, watching Connor tongue her clit hard and take a big dripping handful from her cunt. “Ohh yeah, please don’t stop…”
“Mmmmrrr?” Connor hummed through her throbbing pussy.
“Oh God…” John mumbled, his cock growing strong but stunted. All he could do was suffer.
“You like that?” Christa muttered, looking at John wild-eyed as her pussy spasmed.
“Yes…” John said quietly.
“Mmmm, I want to put my cock in you,” Connor demanded. “Right now.”
“Yes!” Christa begged. “Put your cock in me.”
Connor wanted her pussy so bad he forgot Stephanie was still holding Christa and rudely climbed into position, crunching Stephanie under Christa’s body.
“Ack!” Stephanie said. “I’m still here, guys!”
Connor ignored her, focusing only on how good it felt to penetrate Christa in front of John. He fucked her pussy long and hard, in and out, all the while bouncing both Christa and Stephanie.
Stephanie was annoyed at first, but gradually became fascinated at the sensation of being fucked indirectly—being used as a mattress while Connor fucked her best friend.
“Ohhh God!” Christa screamed, as Connor’s length went even deeper into her pussyhole. She bounced all over Stephanie’s bare tits, drenching her leg with pussy juices. Stephanie was jealous…but already close to cumming herself. She loved the feeling of Connor fucking another woman while on top of her.
“Mmmmm!” Connor grunted hard and loud, his cock only growing bigger. He smelled Stephanie’s wet cunt and remembered how much he desired her—perhaps even more than Christa. He pulled out of Christa’s snatch and flopped her over, just so he could fuck Stephanie’s jealous hole.
“Yes!” Stephanie blubbered, taking his cock and dropping her mouth open with orgasmic release. “Yesss! Oh God, fuck me, Connor!”
Connor fucked Stephanie’s hole twice as hard as he did with Christa, but took the time to grab Christa’s tits while his body quaked the bed.
John stared in amazement, his dick as hard as Connor’s—if slightly bent out of shape. But he couldn’t touch himself. He was held prisoner in this chastity belt, feeling only a small aching pain in his taint. It seemed to grow and spread all over his body. A strange feeling he had never experienced.
Watching his wife get fucked in such a sick and perverted way left him breathless. He couldn’t even speak but watched intently as Connor fucked Stephanie’s cunt faster than he had ever seen a man move.
“Ohhh fuck!” Stephanie screamed, watching her own pussy get stuffed by a superior cock.
“John, come closer to the bed,” Connor ordered.
John shook his head.
“Do it. Trust me. I need you to see this.”
John’s stomach was fluttering and his throat ached. He feared what was coming next but damned if he wasn’t horny as hell—the hardest he had ever been in his life!
John obeyed and dragged the chair closer so that he could get an even closer view of the action.
Connor shoved Christa out of the way, too blinded with pussy lust to even notice how caveman-like he was behaving. But the thought of Stephanie’s building orgasm was getting him so hard he had to up the stakes. He lifted Stephanie’s legs and gently pushed them over so close to her chest that she pushed most of the weight onto her shoulders.
It was a perfect position to let John see an up close and personal view of Stephanie’s soaking wet pussy. From there, he got up to his knees and assumed a squatting position. Pile driving his cock down into Stephanie’s pussy below, Connor made sure to give John a panoramic view of his wife’s stretched labia. He repeatedly stabbed her cunt and withdrew a fountain of pussy juice each time—which John took notice of. His eyes followed the splashes in astonishment. This was his wife being thunder-fucked by the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life. He wasn’t worthy to even lick up the remains.
“Ohhh shit!” Stephanie cried, taking so much cock her body was shaking.
John watched as her breasts bounced and her legs trembled in mad passion.
“Show John your wedding ring!” commanded Connor. “Throw your arm over close to him so he can see it.”
“Oh God!” Stephanie screamed in mid-orgasm. Her pussy pounded with volcanic-like eruptions, but she found enough strength to obey her master. She threw her arm over the bed and onto John’s knee so that he could look her wedding ring while she came.
Stephanie’s pussy contracted and a huge orgasm exploded out from her, just as Connor’s cock withdrew from the deepest spot.
“Come on your husband’s face! Do it!”
“Ohhhh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screamed, as her shaking pussy squirted a stream of white fluid into the air—landing so generously all over John’s face and chest.
“Ohhh Gawwd!” Stephanie bawled, knowing that her cum stream drenched her husband’s face. Even better than she imagined it would feel!
John’s mouth dropped open in shock, especially when he realized Stephanie’s cum stream flooded his wedding ring too.
“Ohhh God, Ohhh God, Ohh God!” Stephanie panted, finally getting on Connor’s nerves.
“Get out of the way,” Connor said, shoving her away to the farthest corner of the bed. He was still hard and sopping wet. He needed another pussy to destroy and Christa was there and spread for him.
He grabbed Christa and fucked her sideways, making sure that John got a full view of just how deep he was penetrating his once untouchable mistress.
“Ohhh, Connor…yes, please fuck me.”
“Tell John your honest opinion,” Connor said with a devilish smile.
“He’s so much bigger than you,” Christa said, nodding and squinting her eyes. “So much better. More of a man than you’ll ever be.”
“I know,” John said, the gut-wrenching feeling still rising. The enormous pressure in his balls and anus still growing.
Connor fucked Christa hard, holding one leg in the air and lying on top of the other. John had never
seen his girlfriend’s pussy so widely spread and so stretched out.
John felt a tremor all over his body, just as he noticed Christa convulsing. She was staring at John while she played with her clit, flicking it with her finger, wanting to experience a clitoral orgasm along with a G-spot orgasm. The two sensations coalesced into a powerful full-body explosion. Her heart rate spiked and she panted so hard she thought she couldn’t breathe.
Just as she was close to coming, Connor decided to pull out and shift her legs backward, making sure that John didn’t feel left out of the celebration.
“Ohhhh God, Connor! I’m cumming too!”
“Cum all over John. Cum on his face.”
“Ohhhh SHIT!” Christa bellowed, her open pussy throbbing and now aimed right at John’s stunned face. “Ohhh, here it comes! Ohhhh, I’m going to squirt! Gonna squirt!”
Just as John opened his mouth to speak, another stream of feminine waterfall burst forth, hosing him down from his hair to his chest to his chastity belt.
John looked on, soaked in the face, but still a semi-clear view of the pussy destruction. Christa was spread out, wet and sweating profusely. She was still gasping for air, still holding her aching pussy for dear life.
But John still hadn’t come and neither had Connor for that matter. Of course John was not into guys, not as much as he was into sharing his toys with guys. So, in Connor’s mind, there was only one reasonable solution.
“Okay, girls, the night’s not over. Duty calls.”
Connor sat up and called both exhausted honeys to action. “Come on, return the favor.”
“Oh God,” Christa whined. “I’m so tired.”
“I can’t…” Stephanie mumbled.
“Don’t be rude. Finish what you started. Do it for John.”
Stephanie and Christa begrudgingly went over to the edge of the bed. Connor lay down towards the center edge, letting the girls take the north and south end. He lay back down with his hands over his head and let them double suck him.
John got the best view in the house, as he was just a foot away from Connor’s massive tool and could see every last detail, from how many inches Connor stood, to even Stephanie and Christa’s spit rolling down the shaft.
As Stephanie and Christa poorly demonstrated their oral skills, much to Connor’s impatient criticism, John was zoning out—lost in his own world of bondage and denied orgasm.
His cock was nonexistent. But the orgasmic feeling seemed to transfer directly into his anus and prostate. He felt an orgasm building but it felt different. He felt Connor’s own ejaculation coming, but entirely in his balls and asshole. He felt this impending cumshot in his nipples, ears, and even his neck. It was an amazing full body orgasm that left him shivering.
When John finally came, not a drop of semen left him. Instead, his brain orgasmed. It was almost an out of body type feeling, one where he seemed to lose consciousness and forget who he was for just a second or two.
He saw Connor cum all right—Connor’s dick exploded with a nasty wad of jizz that looked like the Eifel Tower. But he was too lost in his own body and mind to even register what had happened. He didn’t even care that his wife and mistress were so humiliated at the hands of a ruthless young cock. All that he felt in that moment was relief, peace, and spiritual awakening.
This was exactly what he needed to feel alive again. He shook in his chair and his body jerked from side to side. The gaze in his eyes suggested that he might have fainted. But Connor knew better. He knew he had given John the greatest gift of all.
The privilege to watch, the honor of resigning from all his manhood. He was now a slave to pussy. No longer a confused Dom but a sub whose sole mission in life was to provide sloppy seconds to the women he loved.
Part 6: The Ganging of the Hotwife
John’s chastity belt experience was everything Connor promised it would be. Connor let him take it off later that afternoon, but the long-term plan was to help John grow accustomed to wearing the belt several hours a day. To give him the joy of being owned, at first by a superior man, and then eventually his wife.
Stephanie was happier than she had ever been. She was having more sex with Connor than she had in years, while John was actually being a kind and supportive husband for a change. Who can explain why the cuckold experience humbled John?
Maybe John wanted a firm but loving hand to correct his ill behavior. Maybe he needed to be reminded of just how hot his wife really was. Or maybe it was just resentment of how boring traditional marriage was. Whatever the case, Connor’s philosophy of “All Honesty” seemed to work.
Whereas before John had been keeping secrets and hurting people, now he was absorbing all the pain himself. He was absolved of his sins because of his honesty and his willingness to accept total honesty from those he loved. Honestly, his wife and mistress didn’t find him attractive enough to have sex anymore. But he accepted this. Just because his dick was worthless didn’t mean he would be deprived of all ecstasy. Connor made love to Christa the next night and John himself insisted that he wear the chastity belt again, while being allowed the privilege to watch.
Christa, however, came to a painful realization while Connor was pounding her pussy so hard it hurt.
“How long are we going to do this?”
“However long it turns you on,” Connor answered, slowing down his strokes.
“I wasn’t talking about your dick, I mean…”
“I know what you mean,” Connor said, coming to a complete stop. “My only intent is to make you happy.”
Connor pulled out and sat up, looking into Christa’s hurt eyes.
“I’m in love with you.”
“We’re all in love.”
“No,” she corrected. “You’re not. You’re not in love with me. You’re just…”
“What? What am I just doing? Can’t a man love outside the box?”
“You’re not in love, Connor,” Christa said with a smirk. “You’re in love with yourself.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a man loving himself.”
Christa stared…then smiled, enjoying the pun. “There’s nothing wrong with a girl watching a man love himself either.”
“You’re right,” Connor said, gladly stroking himself for Christa’s pleasure.
“Keep going,” she said, leaning back and relaxing, watching the best damn show in town.
But even after watching Connor jack himself off in prurient interest, Christa still had a point. She felt obligated to have the talk and have it now, even while watching Connor wiping cum off his lower half. She was distracted for sure, but she was also candid.
“I just…think I need more. I’m getting too old to experiment, you know?”
“What are you looking for?”
“For love.”
“I have love for you.”
“See? Right there. I need someone who loves me. Just loves me.”
“And is that person John?”
“No,” she said. “John is not what I want either. I don’t know what I was thinking doing that to him and Stephanie. I got in the middle of a cluster fuck of bad blood and I just didn’t know how to get myself out. Well…you definitely helped get me out.” She smiled. “And for that I’m grateful.”
“I have no regrets,” Connor said. “Meeting you was some of the best times of my life.”
“Mine too.”
“Where will you go?”
“I don’t know. I might just move out of state somewhere. See where the road takes me.”
“I’ll miss you. But I want you to be happy.”
“Yeah…” Christa said with reluctance. “I just have to know, Connor…why are you here?”