by K T Morrison
The judge pulled her close to him by her hips, hands hooking where they met her thigh and impaling her deeply on him. Her legs bobbed loosely over his hips. Madison ran her nails up and down the back of her thigh. She was watching Lynn, then looked to the judge and laughed, “I think she’s going to come again.”
Lovelace nodded, a confident look on his face, being told something he already knew. He arched his back, drove himself in and out of Lynn, a bulging knot slipping up and down on her belly. His cock so large and hard, at this angle it pushed against her outer wall. Madison noticed, then ran her hand in circles over Lynn’s tummy, trying to pat at the knot like she was playing whack-a-mole.
Lovelace looked incredible, and Lynn’s eyes fluttered open, her head tilting toward her lover. Darren was charged with jealousy again, knowing already the pleasure she received from him but somehow the pain renewed seeing what she was seeing. The judge was sweating, masculine and broad chested, lean, his veins bulging, his muscles jumping, his midsection tight and hard. He looked down his nose at Lynn with mastery. Knowing entirely what he was doing to her. Knowing that he would make her come again.
Darren was stabbed again as he watched Lynn’s hands reach down and drape over the grip the judge had on her. Her hands small and weak compared to his. She caressed him while he fucked her.
Then Madison was leaning forward, her rump up in the air, her chin dipped low like a cat at a bowl. She began to kiss Lynn around her ears and her neck. Lynn moaned and put her head back again. Madison sucked on her nipples, Lynn’s mouth fell open and she gasped, and gasped. The judge fucked her hard, pounding and driving, pace getting quicker, Madison’s hand slipping down Lynn’s belly, finding her clit, taking two fingers and mashing Lynn’s button in circles, her hand buzzing as quickly as she had buzzed her own.
Skyler matched the judge’s pace, her hand whipping up and down Darren’s cock, the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt zipping through his body. Faster and faster she went, keeping speed with this man who was fucking his wife. Fucking her like she had never been fucked before. There was no way anyone had done this for his wife ever in her past. There was no one who could do this to her. And if he could she would never leave him, would she?
Darren watched Lynn’s chest heave and buckle, head rocking from side to side, she was gasping, her brow furrowing; whatever was coming was dangerous and Lynn was afraid of it. She was whispering “No, no, no,” but neither of her performers stopped. They got quicker instead.
And then she was crying out, “Oh, no, oh, no, God,” her hands turned to claws and her nails dragged ragged lines down the judge’s hands. Then her hips were bucking and thrusting, and she began wailing. Tossing her hair around, her face pinching up in a tight twist.
“Ah, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, no,” she yelled, and then her body curved backward, rigid like she were in a seizure, spine twisted as though her frame were being wrenched by high-power torque.
She began to come. Literally sending arcing sprinkles up the judge’s stomach, sprinkling backward over herself, pattering on her gym-toned belly. Madison cheered gleefully, rolling away and clapping her hands again, giving the judge and Lynn her greatest applause.
“She did it,” Madison exclaimed, “she did it again!”
When Lynn came, when Darren saw that tinkling glitter in the sunlight, his bright morning neighborhood lighting up his wife’s disgusting evidence, he ejaculated, too. Skyler’s hand doing wonderful things to him, gripping him and circling around his head.
She whispered, “Look at her, Darren. Look at your wife take that cock ... she loves that cock ... he’s getting into parts of her that are still a virgin ...” and then they both watched a long white dash leap up in the air from the tip of his cock.
Skyler cooed in his ear, encouraging him, blowing air across his auricle. “That’s it,” she whispered, “that’s it, shoot your little load for me.” She stroked and squeezed, and it kept coming, leaping up from him, slapping over her knuckles, over the chair, his thighs, her spread legs. And when he shook with pleasure, when her touch was too much, she slowed, eased her stroking, gently caressing and cradling his penis.
Even the judge was smiling, his thrusts slowing. He scrubbed his hand over his belly getting himself good and wet from the product his wife had spewed all over her him. He gathered it up, leaned over Lynn and slipped his fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them, sucked off the sexual excitement she shot all over her well-endowed lover.
Lovelace said, “You’re a good girl, Lynn.”
Chapter Fifteen
Lovelace continued swiping Lynn’s wetness off him, then feeding her each of his fingers. Lynn’s familiar hands caressing his wrist as she did, Darren looked at her thin wrist, the Cartier watch he bought her for Christmas almost a decade ago now, her wedding ring, her engagement ring; around her neck a thin gold chain. Probably the first jewelry he ever bought her. Back when they were poor and hopeful that was about the greatest symbol he could’ve managed. That simple gold chain was almost a week’s pay for him when they were young. The sacrifice he made was parallel with the enormous love he had for her.
Now those loving lips of hers, the ones he pressed his against after saying ‘I do’ at the Trinity church in the city, standing up before friends and family amidst showers of thrown confetti, were locked around Lovelace’s thick but graceful fingers. She sucked on them sensually like she would a penis.
Lovelace watched with great scrutiny, eyes twinkling, lips curled in a sneering smile denting a chiseled cheek. Sunlight winked off the tips of his early morning stubble. The look he gave Lynn somewhere between a lover and the menace of a budding young sociopath burning ants with a magnifying glass.
Then he ran the pad of his middle finger over his wife’s lips, pressing down their plumpness, flattening them, going around them in a circle as though he were applying lipstick. He whispered to her, “Let’s show Darren.”
Lynn didn’t answer, lay there listlessly as Lovelace got up off the end of the bed. He had his back to Darren.
“Great ass,” Skyler whispered in his ear. “Don’t you think?”
He supposed so, way better than his and they were around the same age. Lovelace showed his age yet he had the beauty and grace and suppleness of a much younger man. His ass cheeks were round and still well-formed, his hips and waist narrow, his back broad.
Madison sat facing the judge, trying to read him, anticipate his desires. He nodded to her, and she went into motion, grabbing Lynn’s closest ankle and pulling it. She got off to the foot of the bed as well, winding Lynn around like she were the hands of a clock, dragging her around in a rough tugging circle until Darren’s wife’s knees bent over the foot of his bed.
He saw that familiar and most intimate part of her after it had been gored by another man. Her familiar mound shone from sweat, from whatever she had expelled from within her when she came. Her mound was reddened, puffy. He’d never seen it shaved so cleanly. The lips that had yawned and brought forth the two greatest treasures in his life, a twenty-two-year-old named Tabitha and a twenty-year-old named Owen, looked as worn as they had when they had presented him with his progeny. Ruffled and stretched, one pulled out longer on the right side, parted in the center, a bright exposing of her hot pink insides.
Now Madison was running her hand up and down Lynn’s thigh, tugging at her knee. “Get those creaky old legs up, you bitch,” she whispered.
She guided the leg up, and Lovelace did the same on the other side. Her legs were lifeless. Madison on one side, Lovelace on the other, Lynn’s knees were brought high, and Lovelace stroked his prominent erection. He wasn’t done; he hadn’t come yet. His tool was raging. Reddened from the pounding he’d given Lynn, the veins wiggled and swirled on it, so hard now its back arched in a slight upward curve. That massive head was swollen, all the bumps and ridges inflated to full volume, a slippery running feed of the judge’s lubricant dripping from the tip.
When they made eye contact, when Darren
fell under the gaze of this frightening predator, Lovelace smiled and it shot a coldness through Darren. Between his legs, Skyler fiddled with his slippery wet penis. It had been brought again to a throbbing hardness. He dipped a look between his legs, saw his pale offering compared to his wife’s lover, saw Skyler’s fingertips tracing all his thin veins and edges, handling it like it was a delicate thing. So much different from what the judge gripped in his big fist.
Then the man turned, showed Darren his back again, obscuring the view that he had of his wife’s twisted and beaten sex. He knew what was coming, and once again his response was not what we would anticipate, not jumping up and throwing the man to the floor, instead he began to thrust his hips, trying to run his erection through Skyler’s hand. She complied and chuckled directly in his ear and he felt the tip of her tongue lick on his earlobe giving him an instant and exciting chill.
She whispered, “Tell him to do it.”
“No,” he whispered back.
She froze her hand on him, stopped her light stroking. “Tell him, Darren. He needs to hear it. I think Lynn would like to hear it, too.”
“Okay,” he said shakily, and now he ran his open palm up the inside of Skyler’s thigh and she purred. He gripped her knee.
“Do it,” he said softly. Madison smiled, her eyes looking up to his now. He repeated, “Do it. Fuck her.”
Lovelace made no acknowledgment of this woman’s husband’s request. He was going to do it, anyway. He lifted a foot and placed it up on the bed next to Lynn’s rump. His balls swung between his open legs. But now Darren had an exposed view of his wife’s eager and turned up sex. Then that penis came into view, the judge pushing it straight down, running it up Lynn’s crack, the tip then swirling and mashing through her slippery pink folds.
Madison squeezed Lynn’s knee, and she said to Lovelace, “Fuck her mom cunt.” And with that the judge bent his knee, dipped his hips, and Darren watched his loving wife’s opening spread wide to accommodate her lover’s tremendous organ. She was loose, and she was primed, and despite that manhood’s girth, it sunk completely inside her in one long steady stroke until his balls rested on her anus.
“Oh, fuck, holy Jesus,” Darren said, his cock swelling to its largest proportion in Skyler’s grip. She giggled again and resumed her stroking.
She whispered, “Your wife is so fucking hot.”
“I know,” he gasped, humping his cock through her hand.
“I love eating her out,” she said.
He groaned, flexed again in her hand and she stroked him eagerly.
Lynn’s knees were up, pressed against her earlobes, looking like she would attempt a somersault. Her rump turned straight up, her lover with both feet on the bed now thrusting up and down like a frog, his huge cock stabbing deep into her body. She began to moan; she began to cry out.
Her feet were visible over his shoulders, and they bobbed with his thrusts. Madison slapped her thighs. Lynn moaned again, she swore, and she encouraged him, saying, “Fuck me, Lovelace, fuck me,” her voice weak yet somehow urgent.
He kept it going, kept up his deep pummeling, drawing up high enough that he and Skyler could see the slippery cloven underside of his big cock head, and then it was plunging deep inside Lynn again, making gushing wet noises as his wife’s glistening sex spread wide for him. He pulled her insides out and then he shoved them back in, back-and-forth, the plate of membrane that ran between her anus and vagina rose and fell with his thrusts. Faster and faster he went, and Skyler whispered, “He’s going to come inside her.”
And though it was something that would drive a normal man into rage, he wanted to see it. He wanted this man to come inside his wife. “He is ... he’s going to, isn’t he?” he gasped and heaved, his chest going in and out as quickly as Lynn’s.
Skyler’s hand jerked faster and faster, and she whispered, “Tell him you want that ... he wants to hear it.”
This time he didn’t hesitate, he said, “Come ... come inside her, come inside my wife,” and he felt himself trickling at the sound of his own words.
Then the judge went deep, his legs flexing and bulging, and they watched as his two big hanging testicles drew up high, one more than the other until they both disappeared inside his body. They sagged and dangled again, pulled high again. Lynn cried out in ecstasy at the feel of her big lover injecting his fluids deep inside her. And Darren was coming, too, spritzing over Skyler’s knuckles as she just swirled the very tip of him. He babbled and groaned and exhaled and watched as the cables and tendons flexed in Lovelace’s huge cock, his balls pulling and sagging, pulling and sagging, spewing every drop they held up and inside the woman Darren had been married to for twenty-five years. And it kept coming from himself, too; semen flopping over Skyler’s hand, making her gasp affirmations in his ear, telling him he was a good boy.
The judge withdrew his weapon, unsheathing it from Darren’s wife, then tapping it on her swollen mound. He put one foot down on the floor then the other.
Madison, no longer taunting, held Lynn’s face, mushing her cheeks with a thumb and her fingers. She said to her, “You did good, Lynny-pooh-pooh,” and she stuck out her tongue, ran it up Lynn’s face then kissed the point of her nose. Lynn didn’t even struggle or squirm, just let it happen. She was out of it again, her body languid and sapped, her muscles noncompliant.
Madison helped her legs down, let them drape over the edge of the bed. She turned, saw the limp wet little thing in Skyler’s hand, and made a curious face. There was a shirt bundled up on the floor and she stooped, tossed it to cover up between Darren’s legs. Skyler began to dry him.
Now Madison sat her rump right next to Lynn who was flat on the bed, legs bent over the edge. She crossed her feet over and clasped her hands in her lap while she waited for the judge to gather himself. He was still stroking and squeezing, getting all of his fluids out of his long shaft, letting them drip onto Lynn’s thigh.
He stood, took a moment as if to collect himself, after a few deep breaths cast his gaze out the windows. What would he see there? It wasn’t scorching hot, it was a Sunday, Darren could hear a lawnmower now. A regular life, a suburban dream being played out past those windows. A life he once knew but didn’t imagine he could return to.
Skyler squeezed his testicles hard, rolled his penis out like a toothpaste tube until it was empty inside the T-shirt, gripped it and scrubbed up and down between his legs. He took a corner of the shirt and dabbed at the blots that he left on the seat cushion. The judge sat down, facing them, their knees close together. He held a hand out, wanting the T-shirt.
Skyler said, “This one is dirty.”
Then Madison was bouncing off the bed, bubbling, “Wait, wait,” running to the closet and snatching something off the floor, returning and handing it to the judge before she sat back down again. He fluffed it out, Darren’s polo shirt, holding it between thumbs and forefingers, then began to clean his cock.
He said to Darren, “Do you think I’ve taken something here?”
Skyler whispered, “Don’t say Yes,” and she giggled.
Darren leaned back, felt her body press against him. He said, “No.”
“I’ve given you something, haven’t I?”
He nodded.
“That’s right, Darren. This is a great gift, far greater than a rare bottle of single malt.”
“I know,” he said weakly.
“I hope you appreciate it.”
“I do,” he said.
Lovelace turned to look down at Lynn who lay on the bed still, said, “It was time, Lynn,” and he reached over and squeezed her knee. “It was time, my dear. I think we’re entering a new stage. I think that there is still much for you to learn, and much for you to enjoy. Much for you to suffer. I think this may just be the start. And, Darren, I’m afraid you’re part of this now, too. What you’ve seen obviously can’t be unseen. And I know entirely that, while you may have resisted it, you enjoyed every bit of what I showed you this morning. Lynn needed to
know that. But Lynn needed to be someone else before you and I could be introduced.” He stood now, scrubbed Darren’s Polo shirt up and down his crotch, his cock flopping and slapping, balls swinging, and then he threw the shirt on the floor. “I have your email. We’ll talk.”
Darren said, “All right. She ... Is she okay?” he said, nodding his chin toward his wife. She lay listlessly on the bed, her arms moving, looking at her own hands like she was in a trance, laying on her back, messy hair strewn about her.
Lovelace regarded her for a moment, said, “Sometimes she takes a little while to come back around.”
Darren’s stomach clenched wondering how many times a session like this had happened. Wondered how many times his wife had snuck out and met this man in a hotel room. He imagined their awful lascivious acts being performed in the better hotels in the city. Not at the judge’s home, not where Lovelace kept his own family. Some den of iniquity perhaps that he managed in the city. Maybe even his own private apartment. He asked Lovelace, “How long has this been going on?”
Lovelace said with a shrug, “She’s always wanted me. I knew it the first time she put her eyes on me. But it wasn’t the time back then. Not when we faced each other in front of a judge. Too complicated. But I knew it would build, I knew there would be a time in our future that we would come together. And I have to say, Darren, your wife is so incredibly beautiful, so incredibly powerful, I couldn’t wait to teach her a great many things. I saw that she wanted them without knowing they existed. I saw an emptiness there.”
“But how long? How long have you been—”
“Fucking? Just a year now. I made her wait for it. I made her exercise for a year before I would put a hand on her. For such a powerful woman I found her very easy to control. Sometimes they’re like that though, sometimes the more powerful they are the more they desire a man to press his thumb down on them.”