by Raven Merlot
Connor smiled at John. “You going to be good?”
John nodded in obedience.
“Good. Just watch. Watch in silence while these guys fuck Stephanie. It’s going to make you so hard.”
John took a deep breath and obliged the order. He watched in discomfort…but felt his cock growing slowly but surely, engorging with blood. Standing fully at attention, wishing that could be him.
Dennis unhooked Stephanie’s bra and Matthew went to town on her big married titties. He squeezed them both together and took turns sucking her nipples. Her nipples were hard, fully erect and throbbing. The idea of all these men wanting to fuck her body—a few years past her prime, so she always thought—was flattering. All the more flattering when she realized they had no qualm, shame, or even the slightest bit of respect for her as an older woman.
They just wanted to fuck pussy tonight.
Stephanie groaned as Dennis pulled her panties down her legs just so he could reach up and feel her bare pussy.
Dennis was the most impatient for sure and didn’t wait to be asked. He wanted this old broad’s married pussy to cure his raging boner. He spread her asscheeks, looked over her shy little butthole, and then found her tight slit. Within seconds, his nine-inch cock was ramming into her cunt from behind.
“OHHHH!” Stephanie bellowed in a deep voice, arching her back and just feeding more tit to Matthew who was more of a breast man anyway. She loved the sensation of being nipple sucked and pussy fucked at the same time, in two different directions. The amazing feeling of being sandwiched by two superior men was intoxicating. She loved the feeling of their swaying bodies, the scent of their clean bodies just barely breaking a sweat. Their soft voices revving up and becoming more course as they surrendered to animal instincts.
“Oh, God,” Matthew grunted, pinching her nipples and making Stephanie squeal with each pinch. “I need to get my dick wet.”
“Occupied, jerkoff,” Dennis said, still hard-fucking his bitch from behind.
“Ohhh man, you’re killing me,” Matthew said, wanting her tits so bad but having no room to plunge.
“Got any ideas, Scott?” Connor asked the third man with a smile.
“Well…” the shy guy said. “You could always take her from behind while she sucks off the other guy. Classic Eifel Tower maneuver.”
“Damn, you’re quite the expert,” Connor said with a chuckle. “You heard him, boys. Matthew, pull her by the hair and make her suck you.”
“Ohhhh, yeah!” Stephanie said, her hair being yanked forward and into a bending position.
Dennis stayed put, deep in her wet pussy but let her slowly take a doggy style position.
John grew harder and shook his head as he watched his wife get decimated in two holes.
“Mmmmmph!” Stephanie muttered as Matthew rudely shoved his eight-inch dick into Stephanie’s mouth. Matthew wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted from married whores. Something about Stephanie’s cute face just made him think cock guzzling housewife. He smacked against her inner cheek with his cock, holding her head by the scalp to get the full effect. He didn’t just want a blowjob, he wanted to throat fuck her. He wanted to treat her petite little mouth like a second pussy. He pounded her hole harder, gaining in speed and still holding the back of her head tight.
Meanwhile, Dennis was still smacking his hips against her ass, loving the sound of his balls going in so deep. Since Matthew was hair pulling in front, Dennis decided to spank her ass while he fucked her doggy.
“AAAHH!” Stephanie cried to the roof, losing all control and shutting her eyes.
“Take my cock,” Dennis said, smacking her ass again.
“YES!” she said, spitting Matthew out.
“Take it like a bitch!”
“Ahhh gawd!” Stephanie screamed, right before Matthew shoved his cock back where it belonged.
Connor enjoyed quizzing John and Scott while the carnage was happening. He especially enjoyed titillating the shy guy while tormenting John at the same time. He pulled the gag from John’s mouth.
“Why don’t you get in there and fuck her too?”
“Well, there’s not really room for me.”
“You got to make room,” Connor said, eyeing John and grinning. “Treat John’s wife like the whore she is. Make room wherever you want. Grab a body part and start fucking. Isn’t that right, John?”
“Uh huh…” John said, still watching Stephanie stuffed from both ends and gagging.
“Tell Scott he just needs some confidence. Tell him your wife would fuck him in a second, go on.”
“Oh, yeah,” John said nonchalantly. “She’d fuck anybody. Anybody who isn’t me.”
“See?”
Dennis pulled out of Stephanie’s pussy and grabbed her tits, forcing her to leave Matthew and stand up.
“Yeah, I like that pussy, bitch.”
“Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?” Stephanie said, so horny she was panting.
“Now I’m going to let you taste yourself.” Dennis turned Stephanie around by the hips and shoved her down to her knees.
“Goaccckk!” Stephanie said, as Dennis grabbed his pussy-lathered dick and shoved it deep into Stephanie’s mouth, making her taste her own sluthood.
Matthew and Dennis laughed.
“What do you think, John?” Connor said blankly. “There’s too much dick and not enough holes. What can we do to fix that?”
“I don’t know…”
“You better know,” Connor said. “Or else I’m going to let them punish your whore wife even more.”
“Even more?”
“More than she can bear. More than she can deal with…” he said, giving John a strong warning.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Think of a better way all these guys can fuck Stephanie at once. They want her holes filled up. You’re a smart guy. Help them. Be a nice husband and make your wife happy.”
“I don’t know…I shouldn’t…”
“Do it. Or I’m going to make Stephanie cum so hard she’s going to faint.”
“No, don’t do that…”
“Then help me brainstorm, buddy. There’s three of them and one of her.”
John flinched, feeling an orgasmic pang, but fighting it off. “Okay…I can’t believe I'm telling you this…”
“Go on.”
“One of you fuck her pussy, woman on top. The other…” John shut his eyes and exhaled through his nose. “The other take her ass.”
“Good, but you’re still missing one. What about poor Scott here?”
“That’s all the holes she has!” John talked back, much to Connor’s disapproval.
“Just for that…”
“I’m sorry,” John clarified. “Sorry. I mean…uh…two guys double penetrate her…the last guy takes her mouth.”
“Oh, no,” Connor said with a cocky look. “You misunderstood me, cuck boy. I said how are you going to HELP these guys fuck your wife? You see, we pushed the tables away and now we have all this extra space. I was thinking more along the lines of YOU physically helping them to fuck your wife.”
“You mean…?” John smiled.
“Yeah, I think we’re thinking the same thing!” Connor said with a grin. “Let’s untie you and get you ready.”
Untying John took a few minutes, but Stephanie passed the time sucking off both Dennis and Matthew.
Finally, John was free. But before he could strip in celebration, Connor had one more tidbit to pass along.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t make it clear to you, cuck. What I need from you is not another dick. I mean your tiny dick won’t even satisfy your wife compared to these guys. Right?”
“Well…yeah. But…”
“What I need from you is to help balance these guys and make it easier to penetrate her slut body. I need you to get on all fours and act as a sort of uh…how do you say, ‘human furniture?’”
“What?”
“You heard me. Get on the ground. All fours.”
The men watched in amusement as John reluctantly assumed doggy position.
“Bitch, get over there and sit on your husband’s back.”
“Yes, master,” Stephanie said, staring down Connor and getting wet at the idea that she was sluttified in record time.
Stephanie followed orders and sat on her husband. Then, just before she got comfortable, Matthew and Dennis came up and ravaged her holes, just like she knew they would. Matthew took her pussy on one side and Dennis took her ass.
Matthew’s cock had difficulty sliding into Stephanie’s cunt since she was extra tight and so close to cumming. But that was nothing compared to Dennis’ tight squeeze. Her virgin asshole was so tight, Dennis groaned the whole time he was spitting and digging his way in.
“OHH FUCK!” Stephanie screamed, as her body started to ricochet back and forth from two equally heavy power fucks. “Ohhh God, you’re going to kill meeee!”
Her breasts jiggling, her pussy and ass contracting, Stephanie started jumping up and down and hammering on John’s back.
“Goddamn it, ease up!” John said…but it was too late. All the weight caused John to go careening flat on his stomach and onto the floor.
For just a moment, Stephanie and John shared a moment of intimacy again as they stared into each other’s eyes—still lovingly even through thick and thin (literally!).
“Hey honey,” John said.
She smiled back at him…
But John’s moment was interrupted by Matthew falling on top of him. Matthew grabbed Stephanie and forced her to ride his cock. But just as he did, Dennis joined the fun and penetrated Stephanie’s ass from behind.
“Ohhhh shit!” Stephanie cried out, double stuffed with two thick cocks and feeling like her pussy was about to split.
“Now’s your chance, kid,” Connor said, pointing to Stephanie’s dropping mouth.
Scott couldn’t resist the chance to finally connect with his crush—namely by guiding his cock into her smiling, drooling mouth.
“Hey Scott,” Stephanie said with a sweet smile. “So you really like me?”
“I do. I love you,” Scott said, looking into Stephanie’s eyes lovingly as she deep throated his seven-inch cock. He wasn’t the biggest, but he was still bigger than John.
Stephanie was even sweet enough to giggle and blush while she sucked Scott’s cock. When she spit his cock out and slurped it all back up again, she found the time to communicate with soulful glances. I like you too, she seemed to say with her eyes, especially when she swallowed and sucked the shy boy’s balls.
Being completely stretched out by three cocks left Stephanie shrieking like a bitch in heat. But she wasn’t the only bitch ready to cum in that moment.
Just then, John, who was being crushed by Stephanie and three other hard banging dicks, was reaching his own climax. The idea of all these guys fucking him and fucking her—or in this case using his worthless body as furniture to make his wife cum—was too much. John’s dick was already rock hard and red, ready to cum in his pants with just a few more smacks from those crashing bodies.
“Ohhhh, John!” Stephanie hollered in the grip of a hard, juicy orgasm. Filled with cock in every hole, her pussy started squirting all over everybody—the two studs and even John below. “Ohhh, John, they’re making me cum!”
“Me too!” John said with a pained expression. All he could see or hear was dicks fucking his wife’s wet, dripping snatch. When he looked up and over he could just barely see his wife’s spit leaking down out of her mouth and onto a young firm cock. Every sense was being tickled no matter how hard he fought to resist, or to at least look away.
“OHH YEEES! OHHH SHIT! OH FUCK! THEY’RE MAKING ME CUUUM!”
Stephanie screamed and orgasmed so hard she cried. Her tears flowed as her whorish voice cracked and grunted, trying desperately to breathe in between cum quakes. That wonderful feeling of blissful orgasm, where a whore feels like she might piss or shit herself because every last hole is fucking numb from overworking.
John and Stephanie both came hard in the same moment. Stephanie squirted more cum all over John and John jizzed in his own pants.
Scott didn’t have much stamina, not with his “one true love” throwing up all over his cock. He came first and shot a big load all over her beautiful face.
Matthew fucked her pussy hard and rough and just at the moment of jizzing, pulled out and came all over her pubic mound, leaving a trail of white hot cream on her bush.
Dennis just barely pulled out of Stephanie’s tight asshole in the nick of time, unloading his nuts on her lower back and the top of her asscheeks.
With bodies lying all the floor and deep guttural noises sounding off, Connor smiled at John and presented him with the cure to what ails his unhappiness. Gangbangs.
“It’s all for you, boss,” Connor said. “I told you that you would like it. Now it’s your turn. Finish Stephanie off and cum inside her.”
John made a wincing made and looked into Connor’s eyes, every bit as in love with him as he was her.
“No. Connor…you’ve done so much for me,” he said. “I’m really going to miss you.”
“Me too, buddy.”
“So I insist…you go and cum in my wife one last time. For old time’s sake. One final gift to my best friend.”
“Well…if you insist,” Connor said, taking his clothes off and ready to jump into that gaping snatch.
Stephanie smiled, still crying from a monster cum, but also crying from tears of saying goodbye.
“Cum inside me, Connor,” she said, spreading her legs wider and peering into his eyes. “I love you,” she said, tightening her pussy grip and letting all his sperm know they had a home here. She wanted nothing more than to be filled with his fertile cumshot.
“I love you,” he muttered softly, for once breaking character and revealing his true feelings.
“Mmmmmm!” Stephanie groaned, clasping Connor’s hands with her own. Connor pinned her down and began hard thrusting into her soaked pussy. This time there would be no need to withdraw at the last minute. No condoms, no bullshit. This time it would be a hot cumload of full commitment.
“Unngnhhh!” Connor grunted, melting as he gazed into her eyes, knowing she wanted the dirtiest thing of all—to be impregnated with his alpha sperm while her husband watched.
“Have my baby,” Connor whispered. “Have my baby…”
“Give it to me,” Stephanie mumbled. “No protection. Just your bare cock and my ovulating pussy. Fill me up…get me pregnant. I want John to raise your baby like a good cuck. God, I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Connor gave Stephanie and John everything they wanted. He donated a huge wad of free sperm right into her babymaker, all the while taking turns glancing at John and Stephanie, his best friends. There were no more secrets left. Only unconditional love. Only honesty and desire. Only pure detachment from all ownership and only sharing.
Oh yes, and Connor’s baby too. Connor hit that married pussy so hard he gave her twins. And so the legend of Connor Hawkins grew around town, the city, and eventually the state. Connor was a traveling man, a father only in spirit. But hardest working bull you’ve ever seen. He was born to fuck, strut, and teach lessons to lesser cuck men who didn’t appreciate what beauty they already had in their own beds.
Wherever there was a neglected housewife wanting some good dick, Connor would be there, waiting, planning, yearning, and changing lives for the better.
Also by Raven Merlot:
Cuckolded in Couples Counseling 2: With My Husband's Brother
In the past...
The sensation was spine tingling. The feeling of getting caught surged through their bodies…even if they knew it was never going to happen. The adrenaline rush that came from breaking the rules. From not just sinning, but desecrating everything the marriage meant to them both.
He had never had such an uncomfortably hard erection before. The only way to ensure that he felt that hard again, th
e second and third time, was to do it on his lovely wife’s bed.
She loved him or at least said she loved him. Yet he gave her nothing. Every last bit that was inside him went to his mistress. The one he fucked every Thursday afternoon, when his long-suffering wife was working.
They both fucked vigorously, the kind of desperate, gonna-die-tomorrow fucking he had never experienced with his wife. The morally pure wife, the paragon of motherhood and patience.
He felt almost fearless, oblivious to the morality of what they were doing. None of it mattered, all trivia—pointless. Just animals doing what animals do in a godless world, that’s all sex was.
The only thing he feared, the only thing that made him feel alive besides his red cock, was the sound of the front door opening.
“JESUS!” Trey screamed, pushing his mistress over on the bed and grabbing a pillow to cover up. “Julie…” he said weakly, feeling his heart pound in regret. If she caught him, everything was fucked. Things would never go back to the way they were, not after seeing him like this.
“Hey bro,” Rob said, slowly inching his way forward to the doorway. No sense in hiding it. Trey was ass naked, kneeling on the bed and hiding his crotch, while his mistress cowered on the floor.
“Oh God, it’s Rob. My brother.” Trey shook his head in anxiety. Not quite as terrible an ordeal as Julie coming home early and finding him in bed with another woman. But his own brother…
Rob was always the better looking one. Darker hair, darker eyes, slightly taller, and with a younger man’s build. He also had those hawk-like eyes that seemed to be looking through a person’s soul, always one step ahead.
Trey had never spoken openly to Rob about cheating on Julie. They never spoke of it. For all Rob knew, Trey was the perfectly happy married man. Professional. Well to do, only slightly bitter…but nothing drinking on the weekend didn’t fix.
“Hey Rob. This is, uh, Julie’s…”