by Allie Castro
Kyle kissed Heather’s lower back, kissed her ass, sitting back on his heels, fingering her, kissing her ass cheeks.
When Will was close to coming, Kyle interrupted, “You two sixty-nine.”
Heather sighed, rose up, wiped spilling drool from her lower lip with the back of her wrist. She looked over her shoulder at Kyle who drew a circle in the air like helicopter blades. He said, “You on the bottom, Will—lay down on your back, put your head toward me.”
Heather panted, her hanging breasts swaying back and forth, Will slipping down, then doing an awkward break-dance move, rolling around on his tailbone, Heather lifting a knee so he could get his head underneath her. She squeezed his balls, and he cried out then kissed the inside of her thigh. With his eyes rolled up, he could see Kyle’s huge dick above him. Kyle squeezed Heather’s ass, massaged her lower back.
“Sixty-nine, you guys,” Kyle said.
Heather sucked him. He kissed his way higher up her thigh, and Kyle guided Heather’s knees to go wider, lowering her pussy near Will’s mouth. He suckled on her, could feel her hot coppery wetness. She’d been fucked here by another man. Another man’s huge pole had reamed his girlfriend’s tight little opening. Fissures invisible to the eye had been stretched, his poor girl’s sex membranes never pushed to the limit like this before. His tongue worked in and out, and he sucked on her slipperiness. Heather pleasured him with her mouth, her hand on his balls. They’d sixty-nined once before in their life—that was in the first year of college when things had got wild between them. All those hormones racing in their first year of college together. But it had been a long time since they’d engaged in such kinky play. Heather was a quick learner, jumping right back in and knowing what to do. Probably eager to perform for her well-hung lover. But Will was reaping the benefits, and that he would enjoy.
He closed his thighs around her ears to stop her from going too fast. Didn’t want to come just yet. Then Kyle’s knees were inching closer, coming near his temples. He opened his eyes, and in the gap of light between Heather’s haunch and Kyle’s body, he could see now that huge penis pushing toward him. The dorsal side stroked along Heather’s opening, the glans pushing downward toward his mouth. He accepted it, took Kyle in his mouth again, sucked on the huge cock head.
“That’s it, Will,” Kyle said, then curling over Heather’s back. Kyle said to Heather, “Tell him to suck my balls.”
“Oh shit,” Heather gasped, aroused. She jerked Will furiously suddenly, like she’d been revved up, her sex motor finding a brand-new gear. “Oh shit,” she gasped again, somehow turned on by the idea of her boyfriend sucking her lover’s hanging sack. Will had to close his legs again to prevent her speedy hand from making him come too soon.
Heather said, “Suck his balls, Will...”
“While I fuck you,” Kyle whispered near Heather’s ear. Heather groaned again, a long feline sound that made Will’s stomach tighten. He closed his legs completely so she wouldn’t make him spill over just yet.
“Suck his balls,” she panted, gyrating, “suck his big balls while he fucks me, baby...”
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With the belly of Kyle’s huge cock resting on his palm, Will guided that plump cock head into Heather’s opening just inches above his face. Heather’s mouth was between his legs, her breath coming quick across the wetness on his scrotum. He eased his penis out of her grasp, pinched it between hip and thigh. Heather’s nails dug into his legs as Kyle slowly pushed back inside her. She let out a guttural sound—one of eagerness and satisfaction. Right above his face, Will watched another man’s wide meaty pole disappear inside the pink almond slit of his girlfriend’s opening. She took him deep, and Kyle’s hanging testicles dragged from Will’s hairline down his forehead, resting on the bridge of his nose and in the cup of one eye. He craned his neck, sought them with his lips. Kyle waited, inches deep inside Heather, and Will pulled one of them into his mouth, feeling the skin drag on his lips, then the large testicle shape ballooning into his mouth.
“That’s it,” Kyle urged. “Good, Will.”
Heather asked, “Is he doing it?”
“He’s sucking my balls,” Kyle said, easing into her deeper, curled almost on top of her.
Heather made another lustful sound; did she like her boyfriend doing this? Everything was unknown. Nothing was right. Yet everything was right.
Will took the other testicle now, too big for them both to go together, he alternated, and Kyle gradually began to fuck Heather. Will watched above him, taking any opportunity to suck one of Kyle’s balls into his mouth again. He licked, watched. The balls swung. The huge penis pounded. Heather gasped and squealed, wiggled her hips as she was fucked doggy-style above him.
He lay like that, ashamed and embarrassed, effortlessly humiliated by another man. But completely in love with it. Submitting to it. Surrendering to jealousy and shame. Sexualizing it. His sack tightened, the urge to ejaculate coming on strong. He squeezed his legs together, Heather’s breath enough to send off his rockets right now. He closed his legs, and Heather hugged them as another man fucked her good.
Again she was crying out. God! Your Dick! So fucking big! Fuck me, Kyle! Kyle! Oh fuck, Kyle… If there had been any doubt in their friends’ minds over what was happening in Will and Heather’s tent, it was now confirmed that their dear friend Heather was fucking another man. They would know why. Yeah, Kyle was hot, but this had all been kicked off when they played a funny little prank putting Kyle’s oversized dick in Heather’s hand while she wore a blindfold.
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For almost an hour, Kyle fucked Heather. Fast, slow, hard, sometimes even soft. There were times when they coupled like romantic lovers. Their mouths locked, Kyle over top of her, Heather’s ankles intertwined behind Kyle’s ass. She complimented Kyle endlessly. Told him how amazing his dick was, told him frequently how good he made her feel. He did her doggy-style, missionary, even had her on her stomach once, flat, her butt turned up, one leg shot out to the side. Will had made out with her then. Kissed her mouth while Kyle fucked her. Wondered if their friends could even sleep through this. Heather’s cries were wild and loud. Tomorrow’s trouble of explaining this to them was thin and watery compared to the ecstasy he felt in the immediate reality. He had to keep his dick away from Heather. One touch and he would be off. His stomach ached, his balls felt like expanded balloons ready to burst. He wanted to come so bad. But knew when he did, the shame would be overwhelming. So, instead he watched, kept himself from spilling over as best he could, pleasured Heather when he had a chance.
Heather climbed on top of Kyle. Got over him now, Kyle up with his head on Will’s pillow. Heather straddled him, reached behind, gripped his cock and angled it inside her, palming him, squeezing his balls as he went deep. She fucked him that way. Kyle prostrate and immobile—walking dildos, the girls had called guys. That’s what Kyle was now, a living breathing big ass dildo for his girlfriend to hump. And Heather bounced on his pleasure until she came.
She came twice like that. Will had been keeping count. Eight times total now. Maybe even nine, but he was being reserved. There was one orgasm that might’ve been two, but he counted it only as one. It was just one long one. Heather had never had sex like this before. He was happy for her while his heart and his stomach hurt like crazy.
He got behind her, kissed her back, working down to her tailbone. She rolled her hips forward, arched her back, humped Kyle, swinging from side to side while she did. He worked down lower, his tongue slipping her crack, seeking to do something wild. He kissed around her anus, teasing at her sphincter while Kyle’s huge cock filled her up. He kissed where they met, kissed where she was stretched. When he poked his tongue into her tight little back hole, Heather burst off again. She cried out, moaned, bucked, pushed back for more pleasure on her anus.
He claimed that orgasm. That one was his.
But now the urge was too much, the case of blue balls he had greater than any in his life. If he didn’t come in minutes,
he could cause serious damage; he balled a fist and pressed it into his stomach, careful not to touch his penis. “Fuck,” he grunted, snorting.
As Heather recovered from yet another orgasm—number nine for sure—she looked over her shoulder. Her hair hung in wet tangles. She had sweated her hair to dampness. Kyle’s hair clung to his forehead, his beard glistened with sweat. Both their bodies were hot and sticky. The tent had gone humid from lusty exhalation. He was sure if he touched the inside walls they would be slick with dew. The room was thick with the smell of Heather’s worn out pussy.
“You okay?” she said, the question coming in two breathy gasps.
“Stomach hurts,” he said.
Kyle nodded, then took Heather by the waist, guided her to lay on her back. He rolled over, letting Heather down carefully next to him. He pushed a pillow underneath her head, got over top of her. He went inside again, Heather’s membranes so loosened up now she could accommodate him easily. He slid inside her deep, kissed her mouth, she caressed his back. Before he began stroking, just giving her two or three inches, he stopped, looked in her eyes. “I’m going to come,” he said.
She nodded, whispered, “You can come inside me. I want you to...”
He kissed her mouth, went deep again, began to roll his hips. Will sat on a hip, clutched a fist over his heart, feeling its pounding beat under his knuckles. Kyle pumped and pumped into her, and as his breaths came quicker, he pushed himself up, his knees going out wide, taking Heather’s knees under his elbows. Now Will could see where Kyle’s huge cock was going inside her. Heather’s stomach heaved in and out. Sweat glistened on her skin. Her breasts rolled around in mesmerizing circles, the tips dotted with the hard humps of her nipples. She hissed, “Yes, oh yes, oh come for me, come...”
Long snorts drew through Kyle’s nostrils as he grew closer and closer to ejaculating.
“Yes, yes, do it,” Heather urged, her voice high and tight and thin, her brow knit and furrowed. “Come inside me,” she demanded.
Kyle pulled back, fucking her still but only giving her the first two inches of his cock, that huge head like a bulb inside her, its coronal ridge flipping her pussy lips in and out, then he roared, bucked and grunted, his stomach pulled in tight and hard, showing off his abs for a moment.
“Mm, ah, fuck,” he grunted, the veins rising up his forearms and into his biceps and across his shoulders.
Heather grunted, crooned, “Oh, I feel it, ah, I can feel it,” arching her back, her long neck craning, chin pointing upward. “God, you’re coming...”
Kyle gripped his dick, angled it higher, the head of his cock pulling out of her but staying between her nested folds. Semen pulsed from his tip and into her pubic hair. He smeared it around in circles, put his cock inside again, pulled out, fell back, his cock swinging to one side, slapping against his thigh and sticking there with Heather’s wet. “Ah, wow, ha, fuck,” he said again, looking at Heather’s open legs, pushing his big hands through his hair to sweep it off his handsome face. He flicked his hands then, and there was a scattering of wet against the sleeping bag’s fabric. “Oh my God,” he gasped, “holy fuck, Heather, you’re so hot...”
“Yeah,” Heather panted, one hand lazily stroking around her own navel, her eyes rolled back in her head with bewilderment. Had she come again?
While Kyle still breathed heavy, he squeezed Heather’s thin knees, and the two guys looked at where she'd been fucked. Her pink slit had been stretched and pulled, worked out to its lifetime limits. And in that seam a white pearl swelled. Proof that Kyle ejaculated inside her. His come swelled from her opening and began to drizzle down toward her anus. Before he knew what he was doing, Will was kissing his way down the inside of his girlfriend’s thigh...
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Lower and lower, working toward her center, Will’s kisses grew long and succulent. He bit the flesh on Heather’s inner thigh until her moans were quavering. He kissed that inner tendon that lined down the inside of her leg and disappeared next to her vulva. The scratch of her pubic hair worked against his nose. His nostrils flooded with the smell of Kyle’s briny load.
He was reluctant now, nibbling at the soft padded flesh near her slit. Heather grabbed handfuls of his hair, Kyle’s big hand closed around the back of his neck, gently massaged him.
And now he kissed her there. Kissed her where another man had defiled her. But was it defiling when there was so much pleasure? This was a threesome. It was three of them together. Two men working to pleasure one woman: Heather. And Heather had been pleasured. And she wanted this; he could feel her excited tension in the way she clutched his hair. Desperate to feel his tongue in that place where another man had been. Another man had claimed her. Claimed her good. The sex they’d had, and the sounds she made, made him think her life had changed in that moment. So he closed his mouth over her opening. Suckled her commissure, the tip of his tongue dipping in the slickness of her opened petals, the hump of his tongue pressing her clitoris. Her thighs quickly closed against his ears. Kyle rubbed his back. Heather pulled his hair. She came again.
“Your turn, your turn,” Kyle whispered, patting him on the ribs. And he got up, so intimidated. Seeing this familiar girl who he’d spent so long with. So many nights in bed together, so many romantic times just the two of them between the sheets. Only now she was changed. He could see it in her eyes. She looked up at him and knew what to expect. Knew what sex with Will was like. But she accepted him, holding out her hands, her legs open, wanting him to put himself inside her.
He fell over her, one quick hunch of his stomach stabbed his small penis up inside her. There was no resistance. He gushed into her. Kyle’s semen flooded around his smaller girth, ran down his testicles. He pushed himself harder, their hip bones grinding. He could barely feel her. Kyle still rubbed his back.
He whispered to Heather, “Can you feel me?”
She groaned, humped against him. “Kind of,” she said and chuckled. Her stomach bounced against his. His balls tugged tight, went up inside his body, began to propel lust through his reproductive systems.
“Fuck,” he grunted, starting to pound into her. Eager to feel any kind of resistance. But she’d been loosened. She would snap back, she would recover, but right now he wasn’t the lover she needed. This was just accommodating her good sport of a boyfriend. Will had been kind enough to allow her pleasure between her legs times-ten, and now she was being a good supportive girlfriend, letting him pump out his meager load inside her. It took five thrusts and then he was crashing his hipbones against hers, growling and grunting, snorting through his nostrils as she caressed his shoulders, ran her fingers through his hair.
She whispered, “That’s it, baby, put it inside me…”
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, collapsed against her.
“I feel you, I do, I can feel you inside me,” she whispered soothingly, but also unconvincingly. If he could barely feel her, she could barely feel him.
Kyle rubbed at his lower back while he still leaked in the shallow depths of his girlfriend’s canal. “There, buddy,” he said, “that’s it, give her all you’ve got...”
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After Will came, he slept. Everything in him was heavy, enervated; he dragged himself off Heather, collapsed next to her. He watched her as she recovered as well, laying on her back, chest going up and down, nipples still hard. She smoothed her hair, chuckled, looked to Kyle. Will’s eyes grew heavy as Kyle sidled up next to her. Heather in the middle, two men sandwiched on either side. She was attentive to Kyle. Touching his neck, her hand between her legs and teasing at herself.
In Heather’s past, at his very best, sex with Will had lasted fifteen minutes, twenty minutes tops. Her first time with another man she’d been propelled to swoon-worthy heights, blasted off into the clouds. Big dick sex that had her orgasming over and over for almost an hour. And when her lover was done, her boyfriend rolled on top of her, stabbed his little prick inside her, gave her a small handful of pumps and popped his cor
k...
Yet somehow, there was a satisfaction in Will seeing Heather so pleasured. Her satisfaction was his satisfaction. He liked to see her taken to the places Kyle took her. There was a stiffness in him, lots of jealousy, but maybe Kyle had been right. Because that sick stabbing feeling he’d felt earlier was lessened. They’d done this thing together. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Girlfriend shared. They would endure.
He laced his fingers through hers, tucked her hand under his cheek, felt himself beginning to nod off.
Kyle kissed Heather…
Part 4
Everafter
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Cold gray dawn snapped him awake. He was alone. Alone in the tent. The river rushed; wind blew in the trees and rustled the leaves. It was a new day. But he was alone.
He eased up on an elbow, looked around the tent. No Kyle. No Heather. Outside there were the sounds of clanking, metal on a pan, that hollow cooking sound, somebody stirring something. No voices though. Just quiet under the songs of nature.
When he pulled back the sleeping bag, he saw the stains from last night. Saw where Kyle’s semen had seeped out of Heather, slipped between her butt cheeks and collected on the flannel of his sleeping bag. But during the night, after he’d slept, Heather had unfurled her sleeping bag. It was laid out now next to him. Instead of closing herself inside it, it would seem she slept on it unzipped and opened, covered with blankets. Her and Kyle. There were new stains. They’d made love again, her and Kyle, and her boyfriend had slept right through it at her side.
A swirling dark snake slunk through his insides, frightening him. He pulled on underwear, shorts and a shirt, slipped his feet into sandals. Tent unzipped, he stepped outside.
