by K T Morrison
When he pictured this evening he’d thought of Carly on her back with her legs open, their donor, already with an erection, would get in place and pump a few times until the deed was done. This spectacle tonight was becoming what he would have predicted was his worst nightmare, but instead his heart was pounding, strong and energetic, his fingertips tingled, his scalp prickled with electricity. And within him a jealous blade had slipped into his heart, but instead of harming him, killing him, it had somehow poked into his pleasure center.
When Carly reached her small hand to hold Hollis’s bare erection Sean moaned audibly and moved a hand to cover his mouth.
Carly studied it up close and in the light, first holding it in one hand, her grip loose, second hand joining, the thing longer than her two hands together. Then her fingertips slowly began to explore, grazing up and down, dancing over the raised edges, the cable underside, the thick veins, the swollen coronal ridge, the slippery point of her index finger swirling around the very tip, making Hollis groan. He leaned back, softly chuckling, saying again, “Careful, Carly.”
“I know,” she whispered, her eyes still on this totem. She took her palm and pressed it to the big thing’s belly, pushing it flat against Hollis’s hard stomach.
Now Carly’s gaze turned to Sean, and he saw her awed expression, saw that she still breathed heavy from the pleasure that this man just delivered her. It wasn’t often that he saw her motor revving like this, and never in such a high gear. He loved to see this look in her eyes. She struggled with something to say to him, like she was trying to include him, but didn’t know how. She took her right hand, stroked down Hollis’s shaft, her fingers forming a loose claw on his hanging testicles. At her touch they pulled up into a tight wrinkled bag. She looked back to Sean and said, “Our baby is in there somewhere, Sean.”
“I know,” he said, and leaned forward and rested his hand on her pale smooth back.
Then she was gone, returning to her donor, giving his equipment the attention now. She was tentative, hesitant, but he could still see that she was wracked with an eagerness. She wanted to put her mouth on it, but was unsure. She gripped it loosely in the middle, didn’t stroke it; he imagined she feared being scolded by Hollis. Still holding it in an upright angle she brought her lips to it and gave it a timid little kiss on its hole.
“That’s good,” Hollis whispered in a low grumble.
“Okay,” she whispered in return. Now her tongue darted out, coming to a point and drawing along the lines of his big swollen glans. Dipping up and down on the underside, pressing into the tip, then growing more bold, tongue getting wider and stroking up and down the shaft.
“Oh, careful,” Hollis reminded her. “That feels too good.”
That made Sean’s wife happy. She was so unsure, and to hear such encouragement brought her some happiness. Sean was glad to see it, he wanted her tension away. Although he didn’t think it could ever leave him.
She looked up at Hollis now and asked: “Can I put it in my mouth?”
Hollis cupped her head with one big hand and stroked his thumb along her cheekbone. “You can, just… be careful.”
“I will,” she said, and without further hesitation, she lowered her head to it, parted her lips, and Sean watched as it sunk inside her mouth, her jaw opening wide as it could to accept it.
Hollis gripped her head now in one hand, his eyes closing, and he kept reminding her: “Careful… careful …”
“Mm-hmm,” Carly hummed around Hollis’s cock. She let it get a little deeper and Hollis hissed with pleasure.
Slowly, Carly drew her head back, her lips coming to a pouting point at the tip of Hollis’s huge cock, leaving the end-third shining wet. She kissed it again, and smiled and bit her lower lip, her eyelids fluttering then she looked to Hollis for approval.
“That’s enough,” he said. “For now. I think we need to do this …”
The point of her canine pinched her lower lip until her smile spread wide and she said in a squeaky gasp: “Okay.”
Then she was moving, sitting on her butt and scooting herself to lay back on the bed, her head on the pillow. She kept her knees together, but was more free with her body now, her arms out to the side, her breasts exposed to Hollis.
Sean joined her, also crawling higher up the bed to plant his hip up near her waist, sitting next to her. He sought out her hand, warm now, a little fever burning inside his wife—and he loved to see it, loved to know that she had a sex furnace inside her, however small, and it was being stoked right now. Whatever it took to get that fire going he loved to see the result. Her pale skin was flushed red, her breath came in deep and steady gasps, her pupils wide, her eyes glistening wet, her mouth parted, corners still tugged to the beginning of a smile. And her nipples had scrolled far from her body, condensed into excited buds. He couldn’t see from where he sat, but he imagined her pink flower, that little slit between her legs would be plump and ready, glistening with excitement. Between his own legs, his arousal was astounding. Inside, there was still a small jealous gremlin that urged him to put an end to this. Saying Send him home, put your own seed in her, don’t let another man claim her. But the real Sean wasn’t listening. The real Sean wanted this. Maybe had always wanted this from the moment she scrolled through the profiles of other men but was afraid what it would mean if he admitted it.
Hollis walked on his knees, put his huge hands on Carly’s thin white knees. He smiled, and she smiled, too, wide enough to show off her teeth.
“You ready?”
She nodded rapidly.
Hollis parted her legs, sliding his big thumbs to the inside of her knees, opening them wide. Her white thighs spread, in between them both Sean and Carly saw the implement that would provide them with their baby. His huge hanging manhood, glistening with wet, throbbing with excitement, thick veins coursing through it. This was going to be it now. Sean squeezed Carly’s hand.
“Oh wow,” he heard Carly whisper.
With her legs parted, Hollis eased himself even closer, taking her right knee and easing it up to Carly’s shoulder, and Carly lifted her left leg on her own, fully exposing herself to this man. Hollis hefted his tool, and it plopped over her glistening mound. Sean saw it pink and shining in the moment before it was eclipsed by Hollis’s huge black cock. He slipped it up and down, and Carly moaned and clenched her eyes, dug her head back into the pillow, pointing her chin to the ceiling. That simple movement, that display of desire, shot incredible jealousy and lust through Sean and he wrapped both hands around his wife’s frail digits.
“You ready?” he asked her.
“So ready,” she sighed, and again, that display of desire from her sent an incredible jolt of dirty ecstasy through him. Yet that gremlin was still whispering Don’t let that go in her, look at that thing …
“I know,” he whispered to the gremlin…
Hollis’s hips slipped back and forth, his cock sliding over her sex, drawing back finally until the glans rested in her furled little flower. Now Carly squeezed him, her nails digging into his flesh again.
And then it began; Hollis’s hand slipped over the top of his cock, the pads of his two middle fingers pressing the big corpulent head inside Carly. It slipped past her ring of membranes and Carly’s mouth twisted into a snarl.
He whispered, “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed.
Hollis said, “You’re wet now.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“But you’re so tight,” he added.
“Yes,” Carly agreed, open-mouth smiling
“I’ll be careful,” he said.
Now his hands gripped her hips, Carly drawing both her knees up and spreading herself wide for this man. He pushed himself in, Carly grunting in her throat as he did, but she accepted him. Inch by inch, forward, and slipping back, forward again, deeper this time…
It took a little while, but soon Sean saw Hollis’s cock shining with Carly’s wet, slipping in and out of her now, a few inc
hes gently working back and forth.
Hollis pressed his fingers into her her soft hips, his own face twisting up with pleasure, grunting, “You are really tight.”
Carly grunted again, nodded, eyes still closed.
Hollis began working in earnest. Working toward the sexual expulsion. He watched as his own cock plunged and pulled out of this other man’s wife; not going deep, just in and out halfway, and Sean could see his wife’s tight insides gripping his shaft as he withdrew.
“He’s big,” he said to his Carly.
She squeezed his hand, dug her nails, gasped, “So big,” and her mouth stayed hanging open.
Hollis leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of her, one in between Sean and Carly. Her eyes opened, her gaze point-blank up into this other man’s eyes. They watched each other, eyes darting as Hollis very purposely pushed himself deep inside her.
Sean watched the two of them stare into one another, watched as almost every inch slipped inside his wife’s body and her mouth continued to open wider and wider. Then he was back out, back in, thrusting, out and in, getting serious now. A drop of sweat came from Sean’s own nose, dripping on his hand and slipping between his and Carly’s, making them slick.
He pressed her hand tighter between his. She looked beautiful like this.
They went like that for a long while, Hollis drawing out and thrusting deep, not quickly but very purposefully, their eyes still on one another. Then the pace became more urgent. And every time Hollis pushed himself deep, he grunted now. And then Carly responded as well, grunting immediately after his. His low animal sounds, her high feminine gasp… Sean’s eyes grew wider. He hated it, and yet he loved it so much, too.
“That’s it,” he encouraged them, the gremlin clasping both its claws to the sides of its head in disbelief at his acquiescence.
Hollis pounded her now, the headboard beginning to rattle, Sean riding up and down as the mattress bounced on their solid ebony bed. Carly whined, her feet bouncing over Hollis’s round, muscular shoulders. Each thrust brought a desperate cry from her; Sean saw her free hand clutching Hollis’s hard, humped back, feeling his muscles, her hands turning to claws and dragging her nails over his skin as her squeaks became a long eager whine.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she began chanting as she was pounded by this huge man.
Hollis’s grunts became a long grumble, incessant and eager and primal; so close to delivering his biological necessity inside the host.
Carly dug her nails deeper into Sean’s palm and he crushed her hand between his.
“Oh yes, ah, oh yes…”
Hollis’s beautiful body shone in their table lamp’s shine, white wet light zipping over the highlights of his muscle. He pounded and pounded, his groaning and grumbling building to a tremendous roar. Carly thrust her head back into the pillow and cried out. And then Sean knew what was happening. His wife was being delivered the genetic material that would produce their baby.
She cried and moaned, head twisting in the pillow, and Hollis thrust and thrust, dug himself deeply and held it, pinned Carly tightly to the bed, suddenly grabbing her arms and forcing her back.
Sean watched Hollis’s face as it twisted with what looked like anger but he knew it was victory. This was biological vanquishing. He was ensuring his seed to be passed on. The superior seed, the biological apex that deserved to exist. Free of disease, free of failure, free of anomaly. Hollis’s arms shook and trembled and Sean looked to see that he had that enormous thing almost completely inside Carly, his pubic hair hiding her pink parts.
“Oh yes, oh I can feel it, I can feel it, you’re coming, you’re still coming…”
Then Hollis collapsed on her, taking her lips, kissing her passionately, and Carly returned with the same. Her hand whisked away from Sean to encircle Hollis’s broad back, her nails lightly dragging back over his skin.
Sean caressed her shoulder.
9
It was done. He knew it was done. There was no going back now, this huge man had ejaculated deep inside his wife. It was what she wanted. It was what he wanted, too. It was contractually agreed upon. Hollis also wanted this. But something like what he had just witnessed shouldn’t have been so … lubricious. It shouldn’t have been so exciting. Not to him, not to Carly. But denying that it wasn’t was insane. This man had made his wife come with his mouth. His wife had asked if she could put her mouth on his penis. He’d deposited his genetic material inside her. But he did it with energy, and with passion. Sean would never forget the way Carly’s toes curled when she felt this big man come deep inside her. Even now, his mouth was dry as cotton. He wiped at his brow and found himself clammy.
He said, “That’s it?”
Hollis was still inside her. “Yes,” he said.
Carly said to Sean, “He ejaculated.”
“That’s good,” Sean said quietly.
Hollis wiped his mouth on his shoulder, raised himself to look at Carly. He asked her, “You good?”
“Yes,” she said. “I think so.” Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes glassy.
Slowly, Hollis withdrew himself from between her legs. Sean watched as that huge tool came out of her, glimmering with their wet, still not believing that his wife accommodated that.
Carly moaned complaint, her knees squeezing against Hollis’s sides. “Careful,” she said.
Hollis slowed his withdrawal and all three of them watched as it emerged from inside her. He kept the crown snug inside her and Carly slipped her hands down on either side, resting her thumbs against the sides of his shaft.
“Squeeze it,” he said.
Carly’s right hand formed a circle around the middle of the shaft, pulling it to make sure he was emptied inside her. Then she guided Hollis out of her and clamped both hands over her sex.
Hollis groaned, sat on his haunch, his hand on her knee, smiling at both of them.
Carly’s face looked pained and now she drew both her knees up to her chest, tilting her rump up toward the ceiling.
Sean said, “That was incredible.”
Carly agreed, eyes closed, saying, “Yes, it was. Thank you.”
Hollis said, “My pleasure,” still smiling.
Sean stroked a hand up and down Carly’s thigh. He said to her, “Everything okay?”
“Yes, really yes,” she said more brightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him. She slipped one hand from between her legs, and reached for him and he held it, feeling it wet.
He said sweetly, “We’re going to have a baby.”
She said, “We’re going to have a baby,” her voice a soft whisper, a smile lighting up every part of her face. He leaned over, and her lips met his eagerly. He caressed her cheek now, and bit at her lip.
Sean sat up, squeezing Carly’s knee a few times. He said to Hollis, “You want a drink or anything?” Then to Carly: “Do you want something? Can I get you anything?”
Carly said, “Yes. I would love a drink of water, Sean.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
He left them there, the two of them naked on his bed. When he was out of the bedroom, he had to stop a moment, leaning forward with his head more to the level of his heart before he would pass out. His erection was pounding. He squeezed his own knees, took deep breaths. When he was ready, he stood, but still he leaned his back against the wall outside the door to his bedroom. He could hear them talking in there. Low grumbling Hollis, Carly giggling.
He exhaled, got himself together, went down to the kitchen and got a few bottles of sparkling water. He had just witnessed the most incredibly dirty thing. What would produce their baby should not have been so intense. But he supposed, had he and Carly done it together, naturally, he would hope that would it have been as exciting and passionate as what he’d seen with her and Hollis. The baby being created under circumstances like that—even if it wasn’t him, the father, providing seed—was still a beautiful thing. Carly was right. A baby produced under such human circumst
ances would have that something intangible. As difficult as it was initially, the decision to have Hollis inseminate her was the right one.
When he returned, entering his bedroom with three bottles held against his body by his forearm, he found the two of them still on the bed naked. Hollis had put himself up to sit next to her, his head on the pillows. Carly still had her knees to her chest and her sex pushed up so Hollis’s seed wouldn’t escape. She had her knees together, ankles crossed over one another. She was laughing about something.
Sean got on the bed and passed the bottle to Hollis and he opened it himself. Sean opened one for Carly and handed it to her.
“Thanks, Sean,” she said, and pushed herself a little higher so she could take a drink.
Sean rested a hand on the back of her thigh, tilting her hips toward him to take a look between her legs. She took a long sip of the water, face still sweaty and red, moved her fingers away so he could see. Her sex was engorged, darkened and swollen, and very, very wet. He saw nothing seeping from her, but then with her hand away a bright shining pearl swelled in her folds.
“Uh-oh,” Sean said, and he pushed it back in with his own fingers.
“Mmm,” Carly groaned, appreciating his gesture and also enjoying his touch, swaying her hips and making his fingers stroke her a little. She took another sip of her water, eyes fluttering, wiping at her mouth with the back of her wrist. She turned to Hollis who was also taking a long drink. She said, “Are you ready to go again?”
Sean said, “Go again?”
Carly said, “Yes,” then turning back to Hollis, saying, “I can go again.”
Sean said, “Right now? Shouldn’t you let that… settle?” He nodded his chin to her upturned sex.
She said, “We’re supposed to do this is much as we can.”
“I know,” he said.
Hollis set his almost empty bottle on the night table, leaned back on an elbow and looking to Carly, said, “Yes, I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
“Good,” she said, and she reached a hand to him and patted his cheek.
