by K T Morrison
Still Carly whispered. Sean groaned. He said, “What are you whispering about?”
He gave her so much leeway but he hated feeling left out.
Carly kept whispering, finishing what she had to say. Then she was backing off the couch, extending her hand, holding Hollis’s for a moment, the two of them squeezing each other then letting go.
She came to the lounge chair, straightening her skirt as she went. Her stocking feet made no sound. She put her hands on the armrests on either side of him, getting close.
He asked her again, “What were you whispering?”
She said, “I want something beautiful, and I wanted to make sure it was okay with Hollis before I do it.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see.”
She rose to stand above him, extended her hand to him now. He gave it to her, felt the warmth of her flesh in his grasp. He stood, looking in her eyes, the light behind him making her pupils shine. She took a step back, and he took a step forward. Hollis rose too, and Carly extended her other hand to him.
Now she was almost giddy, acting shy but committed to what she’d started.
She walked backward, leading them down the hall to the bedroom, one of their hands in each of hers. At the bedroom door she let them go, turned and entered. They followed.
At the foot of the bed she turned again. She said, “Sean, come stand at the side of the bed.”
Hollis came in to stand next to her, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked.
Carly watched him for a moment, standing right next to him, seeing his beautiful black muscle revealed in the open halves of his shirt. She ran her fingertips over the hard muscle of his stomach, biting her lower lip.
She looked again to Sean, said, “Now you. Take your clothes off…”
Sean was reluctant to undress in front of them. Carly had given her instruction and then left him to do it.
Now her hands were inside Hollis’s open shirt as he pulled it off and down his arms. She caressed his chest, his shoulders. Her fingernails drew lines down his muscular arms.
Hollis pulled her in for a kiss, her body pressed against his, he stooped so their lips could meet and Carly went on her toes. While they made out, Hollis drew down the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Now Carly was in her shirt and sweater, the shirttails hanging down to hide her panties—if she wore them—and just the black straps holding up the pinched tops of her black knitted leggings. It was the most unexpectedly sexy thing he’d ever seen. He groaned, found the strength to remove his shirt at least. He tossed it aside and put a knee on the bed.
Carly caught him. “Your pants, too. And then get up on the bed, sit up in the pillows.”
“What are you going to do?”
She smiled. “You’ll see.”
They resumed kissing and Hollis’s fingers gathered her shirt and sweater, slowly lifted them. Carly see-sawed, her body rubbing against his as her tops were lifted; she raised her arms over her head and Hollis pulled them free and tossed them away. Carly’s lustrous hair swayed and danced on her bare back. She hadn’t worn a bra. She hadn’t worn panties. Now she was there in a garter and stockings and nothing else.
He asked her, “Didn’t you wear panties to the restaurant?”
Hollis answered. “No, she didn’t.”
Sean groaned again, felt a knot tightening at his core, an internal struggle as he tried to comprehend his wife. She was kissing Hollis’s chest, her hands together at his waist and undoing his belt. It wasn’t long before the zipper was down and the pants fell to the floor. Hollis hadn’t worn underwear either. His cock pointed downward but was swollen, enormous. Carly rubbed her stomach against it, kissed his chest and cupped his testicles in one hand, milking his manhood with the other. Hollis kissed the top of her head.
Now Carly was backing away, leading Hollis to follow, this time not by the hand but by the penis. She brought him to the bed, climbed up, let his cock go and it tapped against his thigh. She rolled to get on all fours, walking like a cat up the bed to meet Sean at the pillows. She looked down and showed disappointment.
“You’re supposed to have your pants off.”
He said, “Why do I have to have my pants off?”
Hollis got on the bed, coming behind Carly on his knees. She said, “Take your pants off, Sean.”
“Why?”
“Just do it, please. It’s special…”
“What is it?” There was a timid sound to his voice.
She said, “Are you shy? Are you embarrassed for Hollis to see your penis?”
“No…”
“Don’t be, Sean. It’s beautiful. Your penis is amazing. You’re my husband and you’re perfect. So perfect. Don’t be ashamed to show it to us.”
He straightened his legs, but was reluctant. She was eager to get started, and couldn’t wait for him; now extended a hand, slipped it under the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged downward. His hands came to stop her.
She said, “Don’t be shy, Sean. You’re not as big as him, I know. But it’s still a beautiful thing you’ve got.”
Something in her words made him mad, something else guided his hands to move away and let her pull his pants down. She slid the cotton down his thighs, he lifted his butt up off the bed with his heels. She pulled his sweatpants off and threw them away. His cock was as hard as it could be. It was out for everyone to see. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of it, it’s just that it didn’t look anything like what the man that was giving her their baby had. What he had between his legs was so different and the effect Hollis’s had on Carly was pronounced. Carly didn’t care, smiled when she saw his erection, and he caressed her arms.
“What’s happening?” he asked her.
Still on all fours, she got over top so their faces were almost touching. She whispered, “I wanted to make sure it was okay with Hollis and he said it is. I want to put you in my mouth, okay?”
He swallowed audibly. “Okay.”
“I’m going to put you in my mouth and Hollis is going to take me. I want you to come inside my body at the same time he does.”
Sean reeled, it felt like there was nothing behind him; he was going to fall off the edge of a cliff. He felt at once ashamed and unworthy but also simultaneously loved completely and understood. He squeezed her arms tight as if to prevent himself from falling off that cliff. His heart pounded and his vision was blurry but he could see her beautiful face smiling at his. She loved his reaction.
“Okay?” she whispered.
“Okay,” he said, and she was already moving, her lips pressing and kissing on his collarbone, suckling on his skin down his chest. As her kisses moved lower, her hand stroked his erection. He didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to be reminded of the size difference in scale with her pretty hand. So he looked to the ceiling.
It was heaven feeling her warm velvety mouth encompass him fully. The soft sucking sounds, and her head bobbing. Slowly his eyes tracked down and he could see Hollis preparing himself behind Carly. He’d been stroking his erection, and it was tremendous now. He laid it over her bent over rump, the thing black and intimidating against her pale softness. Carly swayed her hips, felt his hard heavy thing gliding over her. It was up to her tailbone. That’s how deep he would go. The likelihood of conception had to be a hundred percent with the man’s size and capability. He had the largest delivery system a man could have.
Sean groaned, raised a forearm across his eye—still he wanted to look. He raised it to his brow, squinted and watched as Hollis drew his hips back and let the big round helmet nestle in Carly’s folds. He guided himself into her, doing it slow, the crackling sounds of his penetration loud in the room. Carly blurted air around his penis in her mouth. She moaned, and Sean could see her thighs flexing, her rump pushing back, eager for the man’s penetration.
And then it was happening: Carly’s mouth bobbing on his erection, one of her hands squeezing and tugging on his testicles. Hollis’s big han
ds wrapped her narrow waist, and he fucked her carefully. Each whomp of his hips brought the slightest jiggle to Carly’s flesh. Hollis was being gentle, careful not to hurt his tender wife. It was somehow a heartwarming and beautiful moment. He even met Hollis’s gaze a few times. The two men conjoined with this beautiful woman, the two of them providing her with a product, providing her with the nurturing care she would need, each of them serving different roles but doing it with the same wonderful intent.
His vision grew hazy, and he caressed his wife’s neck and shoulders while she sucked him. She seemed to be good with her mouth now; or at least good at anticipating her husband’s arousal. When he would get too close, she would slow and stop squeezing his testicles. The whole time she was taking her lover from behind she was timing their mutual eruption. She wanted it to be simultaneous.
Then the next thing, Hollis and he were working together. The eye contact was back, the two of them very serious about what they were doing. Sean lay on his back with his legs out like a frog, his wife’s head bobbing and rolling in his lap. Her huge black lover taking her from behind, trying to put his seed deep inside her. Both of them began to make grimaces, baring their teeth, their brows lowered. Sean matched Hollis’s breaths, both of them heaving lusty sounds.
They timed it right.
Hollis went first, squeezing Carly’s narrow waist tight, his big strong fingers pinching her soft flesh, Carly crying out around Sean’s cock. Hollis roared and thrusted deep. Sean erupted in his wife’s mouth. Carly moaned, the airy sound closing off as she sealed her lips around his erection. He ejaculated in her mouth, filled her up until she was snorting. Hollis was withdrawing and thrusting again, roaring and grunting each time. Then Carly was down on her elbows, her face off his cock, her cheek on the inside of his thigh. He saw her pouty lips hanging open, semen spilling onto his thigh. She moaned and gasped and Sean was sure she was also having an orgasm. He stroked her hair and watched her.
14
It was almost three in the morning when Hollis woke Sean up by rummaging around the room. It was the sound of the zippers on his suitcase being jingled. Sean roused, looked around the dark room, could see Hollis crouched down on the floor lit by the pale twinkling lights of the city.
Carly still lay on the bed, in the middle, face down and naked. She still wore her garter and stockings.
Now Hollis was at the side of the bed, he whispered to Sean, “Do you have condoms?”
Still groggy, out of it, Sean said, “Condoms?… Yeah, in the drawer.” He pointed weakly at the nightstand table.
Hollis opened it quietly, rooted around until he felt what he was looking for. In his other hand he held a tube; Sean gathered that’s what he had retrieved from his luggage.
He asked, “What’s happening?”
Hollis didn’t answer, instead walking around the foot of the bed to resume his spot on the other side of Carly. Sean was on his side now, caressing the small of Carly’s back. Her skin was warm where he laid his hand and he wondered if there was something growing now.
Carly made soft little groans in place of snores. Now Sean could see Hollis on his back, his shape black against the white of the sheets. The skyscraper lights traced the curves of his muscles in a pale blue. The guy was erect.
Taking his cock in one hand, he held it upright toward the ceiling. He had the condom packet open and put a rubber over the tip, struggling to stretch it over his size.
Carly was stirring. Her face was flattened against the pillow, her lips pouting. She frowned squinting at him. “What time is it?” she asked him.
“Almost three,” he said, watching Hollis again, and rubbing her back.
Carly grunted, closed her eyes like she would go back to sleep. Sean drummed his fingers on her shoulder blade.
“What…?” she mumbled.
Hollis was up, on his knees now straddling Carly’s thighs.
That woke her up; her eyebrows raised and her eyelashes fluttered. Her head lifted from the pillow looking to see over her shoulder what was happening.
“Shh,” Sean soothed her.
“What’s going on?”
Now Hollis was over her back on all fours. Big hands on either side of her shoulders, the tip of his latex covered cock tapped at her tailbone.
Hollis said, “I want you to relax for me.”
Carly struggled to come awake. Her eyes fluttered again, and she rounded her eyes. “What? Relax?…”
She lifted up on her elbows, Hollis rested a huge black hand in the center of her back.
“Stay like that,” he urged her.
She listened to this guy they barely knew—though he’d been vetted by the clinic and the administration—allowed him to take control even in the bedroom. Even when their conception was already assured.
The hand he placed on her back slipped lower, fingers dragging, plucking at the edge of her garter belt. He said, “You have such a beautiful body.”
Carly squirmed, the man’s words having an effect. “I do?”
“You are unbelievable,” he said, his hand going lower, caressing over her butt cheek. He dug a thumb in it, then his other hand was there. The big man on his knees now, both his large hands on her pale white buttocks. With his thumbs, he peeled her apart like an orange. Exposed her anus, tugging high enough that her pussy would show.
“So perfect,” he said.
Now he reached out, took the small tube he’d held in his hand from off his pillow. He squirted something into a palm, rubbed his two hands together and stroked over the condom.
Carly’s whispered to Sean, “What’s he doing?”
“I don’t know…”
Carly did nothing to inquire further; lay there submissive, trusting the man they’d invited to their bedroom. Now his hands were back, and he ran the underside of four fingers up between her thighs, then through the crack of her bottom. He massaged her asshole, and Carly sang a low note. Sean watched her hips rise up, exposing herself fuller to this examination.
Sean was hard again. Stiff as a spear, the tip of his cock poking into the bedding. He freed it, but kept it covered with sheets before Carly told him to.
Now Hollis guided his cock down the seam of her ass and Carly inhaled deeply and held it. Her eyes were wide and unblinking as she anticipated what he would do.
As Hollis pushed himself into her, Sean watched her black stocking feet come up and her arches curled. She protested sounds of complaint and gathered up sheets in her fists. Her once wide open face pinched closed.
He whispered, “You okay?”
She puffed her cheeks like she was going to blow out a candle; but she nodded yes.
“You’re okay?”
She nodded again.
Sean watched, saw the great difficulty Hollis had getting inside her now. It dawned on him…
“Where is he putting it?”
Carly didn’t answer, just shook her head no this time.
“He’s not putting it where he should?…”
Now she nodded yes.
“Is that okay?”
She nodded yes again.
He squeezed and rubbed her arm and Hollis sank himself deeper. Sean was sure it wasn’t her vagina he was entering. And it occurred to him, sleepy cobwebs clearing from his vision: a condom? Why would he want a condom?
This was not procreation…
Sean sat up, hips even with Hollis’s now. He could see the man’s black hands silhouetted against his wife’s pale flesh. His thumbs separated her cheeks and his enormous penis was pushing into her anus.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s okay.”
Sean’s eyes were glued to where the man’s organ penetrated his wife. He said, “That’s not for procreation.”
Hollis said, “No, it’s for Carly…”
Sean sat back on his heels. Bewildered. Carly hadn’t said no. Had felt him putting that thing in her bottom hole and hadn’t squirmed away or told him not to do it.
Now the man str
oked it in and out of her. Just a bit, just a few inches slipping in and out of her ass. Hollis leaned forward, guided Carly’s hand down to her side. She was bewildered too, eyes closed, face still pinched. Once Hollis guided her hand underneath her, she knew what the man wanted.
Sean watched below Hollis’s cock and could see her glossy clear-coated fingernails slipping over her sex. Carly fingered herself and stroked over her button while this big man took her ass.
Sean put a hand over his heart. It was fluttering under his palm. This was not in the agreement. This was not in the paperwork. This wasn’t procreation—this wasn’t anything. What the hell was it?
He leaned back farther on his heels, put his hands out behind him to support his weight. His cock stuck straight up from his lap, glistening with his own pre-come. He started to smile and then chuckle. His beautiful wife, his introverted and shy sexually inexperienced wife, lay face down and naked wearing only stockings, her heels kicked up, her ass being penetrated by another man’s huge organ. And she fingered herself. Brought herself pleasure. This wasn’t procreation. This was just that: pleasure.
He laughed hard enough his shoulders shook. He should be mad but he was the opposite. With the soles of his feet down on the bed, he leaned forward and hugged his legs; chin sitting on his knees he watched this beautiful sight. Watched as this other man delivered bizarre, almost degrading pleasure to the most wonderful person Sean knew. Watched her take that big thing and watched her fingers mash down on her pleasure stripe.
Slowly her mouth fell open and her gasps puffed across her pillow. He watched her pouted lips begin to open and close the closer she came to her orgasm.
When she finally did, she kicked her heels up higher and squirmed underneath him. Hollis let his cock withdraw from her, and the condom shone with her wet. Carly drew her knees up as best she could, but Hollis was still between them. She arched her back as she drew out her pleasure, her fingers rubbing in hard fast circles over her sex.
