by K T Morrison
When she was done, she was panting. Sean wanted to bring his hands together and applaud for them, but he didn’t want to attract attention to himself and spoil the moment.
Carly panted. “Oh wow, oh my gosh, what was that, what was that?…”
Hollis lowered and kissed her shoulder. She cooed and squirmed underneath him, smiling broadly. “That was incredible,” she said.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“A little,” she said. “But not enough to make me want to stop.”
Hollis chuckled, a deep baritone rumble in his chest. Sean watched Carly’s stocking feet stroke at the man’s muscular thighs and haunches. When her eyes fluttered open, she writhed underneath him to lay on her back. With her hands, she pushed on the man’s lean, muscular body; he fell on his side and onto his back.
Carly was on him in an instant, lips kissing at his chest and sternum. Sean watched her hands grip his balls then come up and stroke his cock. She found the condom. It was one of his condoms, and while they weren’t the tightest fit on him, the rolled edge pinched a deep line into Hollis’s erect girth, strangling his huge size.
Carly’s nails fumbled with the latex, tearing it; a split shot through it, the man’s dark meat bulging through the latex now. With alternating hands, she scrolled rapidly up his shaft and flung it away where it made a sticky sound somewhere on the floor.
Then the hurt was back as Carly took Hollis in her mouth.
She used both hands, stroking, her mouth bobbing up and down in unison, her grip swirling and squeezing.
Hollis was instantly at the edge. His head shot back, and he made a deep groan. His knees raised, one of his hands caressed the back of Carly’s head.
“That’s it, that’s it,” he said.
Again: this was not procreation. This was pleasure. But not his wife’s pleasure—the man’s pleasure.
He wanted to interject, but sat there stunned, still hugging his legs. His mouth fell open as he watched his wife work.
When Hollis was close, she pulled back to watch. Two frail hands struggled with the man’s girth, both stroking up and down, her eyes lowered and watching with eager lust to see his eruption.
At the first spurt she made a gasping, almost joyous sound. Then her mouth was over it, plunging the huge cock head against her palate while one hand still stroked.
Hollis roared and bucked, being careful not to hurt her, still palming the back of her head. His body twisted in the sheets, and every muscle stood out against his sweat-shined skin as he continued to ejaculate in Carly’s mouth.
When it was done, and Hollis remained still again but breathed heavy, Carly kept his erection squeezed with her lips. Sean watched the muscles of her neck work as she swallowed. Slowly, she drew her lips up his shaft and suckled the very tip of him. A pearl appeared in the cup of the man’s urethra and she suckled that too. Then she collapsed in his lap, her face hugging his thigh. His cock fell to the side then worked downward to hang between his legs right at her nose.
“Wow,” she sighed and licked her lips.
Sean said, “What was that?”
She didn’t answer, breathing heavy, eyes open but glossy looking.
He said again: “What was that?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“That wasn’t procreation. What was it?”
She shrugged one shoulder, still not looking at him. She said, “Intimacy, I guess.”
“Intimacy wasn’t in the paperwork,” he said.
She whispered, “Are you mad?”
“Yes and no,” he said which was pretty accurate.
“Don’t be mad,” she said.
“I don’t want to be.”
Hollis stroked the side of her head now, pulling the hair back from her face, looking down his body at her laying in his lap. His thumb caressed the top of her ear.
She said, “Intimacy is good. Intimacy is good for the conception.”
“Is it?”
“That’s why you’re here. You’re part of it too.”
“I am” he said, nodding. “I am.”
“Do you see it now?”
“I do.”
“I know I’m pregnant, Sean. I know it,” her hand came down and rested below her navel and above the garter’s trim. “But the intimacy is… I don’t know, the icing on the cake. It makes me feel good, and that produces hormones that will feed the pregnancy, Sean.”
Hollis said, “Kiss her. Kiss your wife.”
He looked up to see the man with one hand on his wife’s head and the other cupped behind his own as he rested on the pillows. His legs splayed wide, Carly curled between them, the man’s big penis resting right next to her face.
Carly was into it right away. She smiled, lifted her cheek off Hollis’s lap. She put a hand out, and Sean went to his hands and knees, crawled over the man’s leg. Carly hugged an arm around his back, and he kissed her on the mouth. She was salty, she smelled like bleach, and her lips were slippery. But she was his beautiful wife, and he loved her.
They kissed for a long time, and he took her mouth like he hadn’t done ever; with a hunger, with a passion that had been missing in the relationship. Both of them too timid to dig deep and find what was inside them. Here it was laid out for them and it was beautiful. So in the lap of their donor, his huge sex organ resting under their chins, Sean kissed his wife and caressed her neck until all three of them were laughing.
15
An oblong of warm light drawn through the dark from the bathroom was an invitation. They were in there without him.
It was past midnight. They’d gone in there while he slept, but they left the door open. It was a welcoming portal. The dark blue of the room, twinkling lights of the city past the Lexan beyond; then this warm passage from dark to light. An offering. There for him to take if he wanted.
Totally naked, he rose from the bed, came to stand in the open doorway to the bathroom. His wife and Hollis were together again.
Come morning, their contracted time would be over. Copulation was to fill this window of time and they’d fulfilled it. Even now, the two of them rising in the middle of the night and coming in here to get work done.
He was already hard, standing now on the tile floor by the counter getting closer to the shower stall. Hollis and Carly were in there, the windows fogged but he could see their blurry shapes. He could see Hollis’s large black body, a pale arm wrapped around the narrow small of his back. Then between him and the tiled wall, he could see the pale form of his wife.
The two of them were kissing, caressing each other.
He watched from the sink, settling himself back to rest his bare ass on the marble—then instantly changing his mind.
Intimacy.
He wasn’t a spectator.
He wasn’t a participant, but he wasn’t a spectator.
He was an intimate partner.
With a smile, he crossed to put his hand on the chrome handle of the glass shower wall. He opened it, stepped into the steamy cubicle. He was well-received.
Their kiss broke, and Carly smiled and made eye contact with him. Hollis smiled too, glancing over his shoulder. Then they were kissing again.
Water hissed around them, splashing off their skin, Sean got close to share the spray. He wet his hands, ran his hair back off his face, just inches away from his wife and their naked donor. He rested his hand on Hollis’s back, rubbed him with affection. Carly and Hollis smiled while they kissed.
Now Sean leaned on the tile, put his back against it like Carly, watched them more closely. They sucked at each other’s mouths, making low, happy sounds, stopping and smiling, regarding each other before continuing again. Hollis’s hands were large on her chest; he plucked at her nipples, held them in the V between thumb and forefinger and rolled their pearly shapes. Carly’s knees began to stroke against the outside of Hollis’s thighs, and now Sean could see Hollis’s erection. Huge, engorged, but hanging down between them. The dorsal side pressed upward against the
cleft of Carly’s mound. She humped it against her slickness.
Now she was wet and eager, they began. She climbed his body, her skin passing slickly over his with their wetness. He braced her back against the tile wall and cupped her bottom with his big black hands.
Sean got close, caressed Carly’s arm while she kissed Hollis.
He felt her body, stroked her thigh and squeezed her knee where it wrapped Hollis’s waist. Then he reached down below, found Hollis’s hanging cock. He hefted it, angled it upward; with the tip of his finger, and still holding the man’s erection, he found his wife’s wet opening and eased the huge cock head into place. He cradled the underside and Hollis urged his hips forward. His cock slid over Sean’s palm and deep inside Carly.
Now Sean smiled and watched her face as it stretched with ecstasy.
He took a bottle of shampoo and squirted a measure into his palm. Scrubbed his hands together, ran them under the hot water and washed his face.
With her back pinned to the wall, Hollis stroked himself deep into her. Carly made all sorts of sounds that echoed in the small tile and glass space. Seven shower heads spritzed and sprayed them from all sides now, and the room billowed with steam. It was like sexual heat fuming off of them as they coupled. It was intimate, and it was beautiful.
Carly came. It was quiet, but it was pronounced; coughing, tight hitches of breath gasped with little squeaks of her voice. Her knees jumped higher, and she squeezed Hollis’s waist like a boa constrictor.
Hollis held himself deep inside her and let her squeeze her pleasure…
Hollis withdrew, set her legs on the floor, but she was wobbly. She buckled and rested a hand against a soap dish to support herself. Hollis and Sean shared a laugh.
He came behind his wife, hips back so he wouldn’t touch her with his erection, and kissed her shoulder. He held his lips pressed to her, felt the heaving breath as her ribs expanded and contracted, still suffering from intense sexual pleasure. He rubbed a hand in a circle over her back, and Hollis came to her front, he tilted her chin up and stooped to kiss her. Her hands went between his legs and stroked him. She wanted more. Sean wanted the intimacy. He pressed himself to her back even though he was naked. They sandwiched her. Her two men surrounding her, caressing her and pressing their bodies against hers.
She explored Hollis but she also let a hand drop and stroked the front of Sean’s thigh. She didn’t push him away. The conception was done, and she knew it. Hollis’s seed had fertilized her.
He pressed himself against her harder, let the belly of his erection part her ass cheeks. She liked it, made cooling sounds, and she took turns kissing Hollis’s neck and turning her cheek to allow him to kiss her ear.
Then she was climbing again, putting her legs up around Hollis, his hand supporting her bottom from underneath. Sean did it again: held Hollis’s cock and guided it up inside her. She sagged around the man’s waist, hanging low this time, the penetration deep. She gasped and moaned and swiveled her hips. Sean stroked the back of Hollis’s hands, smoothed between her cheeks and felt where she was penetrated by his cock. He stroked and played with her anus, teased where she was stretched.
Carly was slung low on her donor. Sean took the tip of his penis and slipped it along the seam from tailbone down to her winking little aperture. He prodded and teased, slipped the head inside her. The sound she made raced his heart. It was instant ecstasy. It was instant passion. Her hand turned to a claw on Hollis’s bulging bicep.
She squeezed the man’s muscle as Sean pushed himself deeper inside her. She wailed with painful pleasure. He pushed deeper, withdrew, pushed deeper again. As she hugged herself to Hollis, the hand that had squeezed the man’s bicep slashed downward and grabbed Sean’s hip. It felt like her nails had pierced him. She wasn’t pushing him away. So now he hooked an arm around her tummy and hugged her back against his chest.
Hollis and he worked together, pushing in and out in alternating syncopation. Plunging and pulling, her thin sexual membranes pushed to their limits, clinging to them, and the whole time Carly sang the most beautiful song. Soon they were pounding her, and despite his inexperience he was astounded by his own sexual athleticism. It was sudden and unexpected. He’d never done anything like this in his life and never had even fantasized about it. But here it was happening, and it was glorious.
His orgasm came suddenly. It ripped him apart, and though he should’ve withdrawn, it was too late. He was bubbling over, pulling himself out of her, and stumbling backward. Fountains of semen danced from his tip and he stroked himself furiously, facing the shower spray. Water splashed down his forehead and scattered over his shoulders. He stroked pleasure from his tip, and the whole time Carly’s cries built. Hollis was pounding her now.
When he looked he saw her taking full, long, tip-to-balls strokes, the man’s hands cradling her bottom with her knees wrapped around his waist. Her cries were astounding. He squeezed his cock and urged more pleasure from it.
When it was done, Hollis let her slide her legs down his and set her shaky feet on the tile floor. Only this time she couldn’t stand. She buckled and collapsed, and Hollis held her by the elbows and let her sit her bum on the shower stall floor.
Sean collapsed next to her, put his butt next to hers and pressed their haunches together. She slumped against him and rested her cheek on his shoulder, her hand coming up and running her nails over the center of his chest. She panted. She was trying to talk but couldn’t. It sounded like she was saying his name, trying to tell him how amazing it was. He just laughed and caressed her upper arm and let her babble.
Right above them, Hollis showered. He soaped himself up and cleaned off his huge cock right over their heads. Then he collapsed too, sitting cross-legged across from them. He held out his hands, and they each took one. Nothing was said, and they looked at one another, eyes darting back and forth and smiling. It was over. It was done. They would go back to bed now and in the morning Hollis would leave them. Nine months from now, Sean would have his baby with Carly. They would raise an amazing son or daughter.
16
Hollis packed his things in the morning sunlight, the room pinched with an awkward silence. Carly wore a robe and sat at the foot of the bed with her bare feet on the floor. Her chin tucked down, she watched the floor. Sean sat at the side of the bed and watched over his shoulder as Hollis packed.
He said, “You got everything?”
“I think I do,” Hollis said. His voice was even, but there was a sadness there that Sean could hear. Their contracted time was at an end. It’d been wild and even fun but in the end it was beautiful and served an amazing purpose.
Hollis took his bag and slung it over his shoulder, he pursed his lips, looked at both of them, turned his palms outward at his hips and held his arms out now like he wanted a hug. Carly was up first, trotting three steps and launching her arms around him. She hugged herself to his chest, he clapped his hands around her back. Sean watched one of her bare feet come up off the floor as she squeezed the man tight. Hollis stroked her back. Nothing was said, but finally Carly pulled back and they looked in each other’s eyes. With a tight and constricted voice Carly said, “Thank you.” Her voice was a squeak away from crying.
Hollis nodded, his jaw set firm. He hugged her one more time and kissed her on her hairline.
Sean rose, came to stand behind his wife and waited for his turn. When Carly stepped away, she had her hands clasped together and gathered on her chest. Her eyes were filled with tears. Hollis extended a hand, and Sean shook it. They gave it three good pumps and let go.
“Sean,” Hollis said with a curt nod.
“Thank you, Hollis,” he said, looking the man right in the eye.
Hollis looked around the room, lips pursed again, face tight. He put his hands in his pockets, said, “I better go.”
“Okay,” Carly said, voice still tight.
He said, “Keep in touch.”
“We will,” Carly said.
Hollis nodded
one more time, hands still in his pockets, then he strode out the bedroom and down the hall. They gathered in the foyer to watch him go. Sean stood in the doorway as the big man walked the hallway to the elevators. Carly stood in the foyer still with her hands together and then she crumpled.
“Hey, hey,” he sighed, and he raced to hold her. “Don’t cry, don’t cry.”
But she did, folding herself against him and they both settled on their knees. She cried into his shoulder. He began to worry, tears filled his own eyes.
“Don’t cry,” he said, wanting to soothe her. “Don’t cry…”
Then she was up, pushing herself gently away from him and hiding her face. He watched as she trotted down the hall and closed herself in the bathroom.
It was fifteen minutes before she emerged again. Her cheeks and nose shone red. But she had a smile for him.
“You okay?” he said. He rose from where he’d been sitting with his back against the wall next to the bathroom door.
She said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s okay…”
“It’s just an emotional time…”
He hugged her again and held her.
Epilogue
It was three months after their two-day conception contract that Sean saw Hollis again, the big man coming off the elevator in the Mandarin Emperor. They almost walked into each other.
“Oh my gosh,” he said, “just the guy I wanted to see.”
Hollis tipped his wide felt hat brim down as the other passengers on the elevator cab wove around them. With his hand on Sean’s shoulder he guided them off to the side where they congregated under the fronds of a palm tree in a square marble planter.
Sean was still excited. “I don’t know if you’re the one I need to thank, but I bet I’m right…”
