First Wife Club

by Sterling, Rex

  My cock throbbed inside her, already teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her pussy pulsed in short microbursts while her muscles undulated over my cock like the ripple of a wave with a raging torrent seething just below the surface. In that moment, nothing mattered in the world but her and time slowed. I edged my hips higher and thrust deep, penetrating her as deeply as I could until my tip squeezed into the tightest recess of her warm, pulsing pussy.

  “Don’t hold back,” the goddess said from somewhere in the distance. “Let your bodies do as they please. Give in to the pleasure.”

  I broke the kiss just long enough to meet Brooke’s gaze, then grunted, climaxing inside her. A gushing geyser of hot cum blasted from my balls and fired directly into her fertile womb. Uncontrollable jets of cum launched from my cock, spurting again and again, as I let out a soul-deep moan and my cock spasmed thick strings of sticky jizz directly into her cervix.

  Brooke’s eyes rolled back in her head and she thrust out her tits, mashing them against my chest while she let out an airy, high-pitched moan. Her pussy spasmed and her voice lilted in time with her cresting orgasm. She continued grinding her hips, fucking me deeper while she leaned in and found my waiting lips.

  My orgasm faded, but my hardness didn’t. I pulled her down tight on my cock and filled my hand with her creamy breast flesh. Our tongues met and lashed together, fevered and hot. My body responded, and I drove in deep, fucking her faster, savoring the sound of her moans inside my mouth.

  Brooke tightened her legs around my waist and moved her hips forward and backward, grinding my cock, driving it deep while she ran fingers through my hair and probed my mouth with her tongue.

  The friction from her pussy sliding up and down my cock intensified, growing hotter with every passing moment. I edged my hips high off the cushion, lifting her off the pillow while I rammed her again and again.

  Our skin slapped and grew slick with the sheen of our perspiration. Brooke’s lust never faltered or dimmed. She was insatiable. Her lust was a bonfire that threatened to consume everything in its path. She pressed her forehead against mine and gazed deep into my eyes. “Put your baby in me,” she whispered. “Come inside me.”

  I grunted and came again, filling her with hot jets of sticky semen as if it hadn’t already happened once. I released spurt after spurt, filling her with what felt like a quart of my potent seed. I grunted, my head flashing red, while I gazed into her eyes. “You are mine,” I whispered, and she nodded.

  “I’m yours,” she said. “Forever.” She shuddered and gasped, tightening her grip on my neck as she dug her fingers into my flesh and buried her tongue in my ear. “I’m coming so fucking hard,” she whispered.

  Like a man possessed, I continued pounding, fucking her with an inexhaustible supply of energy. My cock never softening, my desire never waning. It was like Viagra times a thousand with no end in sight. I lost myself in her eyes and time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except coming inside Brooke. The way her pussy gripped my cock and the rich feeling of her body settling on my lap made me come alive like nothing before. Her tits, slippery with sweat, glided across my bare chest. Her nipples, thick and hard, raked my skin and dug in with each thrust.

  I explored every inch of Brooke’s body, my orgasms ebbing and flowing as I came again and again. Somewhere in the distance came the droning buzz of an insect that seemed as natural as Brooke’s naked body writhing atop mine. I had needed no one like I needed her. Her love consumed me and I drank her in, savoring every second.

  Something shifted between us, and a visceral connection snapped into place. I felt her energy, and I knew her emotion — lust and love mingled together in a hazy stew of never ending need. Her love was so palpable I could taste it on my lips and she gasped, lurching on my lap as her eyes rolled back into her head, caught in another climax.

  The bond between us was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I knew her presence like I knew where to find my arm or leg — she was part of me. She was mine, body and soul, and that felt as right and true as my next breath. Likewise, I belonged to her like no other woman. We were one entity sharing two souls, and the feeling left me euphoric.

  Brooke gazed deep into my eyes, and I knew she understood. It was an innate bond — no words necessary. There was no hiding my emotion from her. She had the key and the lock, but so did I, and the word love seemed inadequate. Our bond went beyond a religious experience to one so personal it defied human explanation.

  She kissed me again, swirling her tongue in my mouth, and I grunted, coming again and filling her with my seed. I lost track of where the orgasms began and ended. Her entire being was orgasmic and I couldn’t get enough. Time itself seemed slippery and a concept not worth worrying about. It simply was, and we were together, forever, bonded for eternity.

  At some point, the shapes and colors behind Brooke came into focus and she remained impaled on my cock, kissing me softly while my hands wandered over her big, soft tits and firm, supple ass. We were soaked with sweat, our bodies completely drained. But the bond remained as true and strong as it was during the orgasmic haze of our bonding ritual.

  “It’s done,” Sawyer said, barely above a whisper from somewhere beside us. “They tattoos are incredible.”

  I was exhausted, sapped of energy, yet not to the point of collapse. Rather, it was the good kind of tired one experienced after a hard workout. Then there was the bond — ever present and comforting, like a warm blanket on a chilly autumn night. “You feel that too?” I asked, gazing into her eyes.

  “Yes,” she said. “It’s amazing.” Tears of joy welled in her eyes.

  “Guys, if you don’t mind, I’m going to snap some pictures of your tatts,” Sawyer said. “It will be easier for you to see them.”

  “Okay,” Brooke said, never taking her eyes off me. She grinned and kissed me. “You really love me.”

  “Did you think I was lying?” I asked.

  She laughed, and her big tits jiggled against my chest. “No, but it’s so strange to know — like without a doubt that it’s true. You love me. End of story.”

  “It’s comforting,” I said.

  “Beyond,” she said and let go of a deep, contented breath. She gazed over her shoulder at Sawyer. “Thank you.”

  Sawyer smiled and tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. “It was my pleasure.” She glanced between us nervously. “Did we… you know… have a threesome?”

  “Not this time,” I said. “But the goddess had some strange things to say.”

  “After she assessed Brooke, she came up behind me and pressed her… I mean your body against mine and whispered in my ear something about it being time to strengthen the bloodline.”

  Sawyer’s eyes widened with surprise. “She said that?”

  Brooke frowned. “Should we be concerned?”

  “No… yes… I… I don’t know,” Sawyer said. “I’ve never heard her say that to anyone. I’ll have to ask my dad what it means.”

  “Okay.” I turned back to Brooke. “You ready to survey the damage? I can only imagine how much cum is down there.”

  Brooke nodded. “I suppose, but don’t go too far away. This bond thing is a little off-putting.”

  “I’ve heard that before,” Sawyer said. “You guys will get used to that.”

  Brooke crawled off my lap and my cock slipped free, still hard despite the hours I spent inside her. The biggest shock of all was the lack of cum I expected to find dripping from Brooke or soaking into the pillow beneath us.

  “Where did it all go?” Brooke asked.

  “The goddess used a lot for energy,” Sawyer said. “But about half soaked into you,” she said.

  “Am I pregnant?” Brooke asked.

  Sawyer shrugged. “That’s up to the goddess. Did she say anything about making you pregnant?”

  “She said we would have strong, healthy children,” Brooke said.

  Sawyer chuckled. “It sounds like you might be pregnant. Wait a few days, and take a
pregnancy test.”

  “Should I get back on the pill?” Brooke asked.

  “Why?” I asked. “You want babies, right? We’re married, so let’s make babies.”

  “Yes, I want babies,” she said, smiling at me nervously. “You don’t care?”

  I laughed and shook my head. “After what we just went through, what do you think?”

  “I guess I don’t have to ask,” she said. “I know you don’t care.”

  “That bond is a blessing and a curse,” Sawyer said. “It takes all the fun out head games.”

  After snapping some pictures, Sawyer sat on her knees beside us. She hadn’t bothered putting on any clothes. At this point, it hardly mattered. The three of us had shared an experience so intimate, mere nudity was nothing.

  “Check this shit out,” Sawyer said. “Brooke, this one is yours.”

  The tattoo depicted an abstract of my face centered on her back, meshed into a flowing pattern of swirling shapes and geometric designs. Gold and green dominated, but every color in the rainbow was represented.

  “That’s beautiful,” Brooke said, smiling. “I felt nothing. Don’t I have to cover it or something to prevent infection?”

  “The goddess takes care of all that,” Sawyer said. “I don’t know how, but she does.” She flipped to the next picture of the tattoo on my back.

  It was similar in design to Brooke’s, with an abstract image of Brooke’s beautiful face flowing into swirls of curved patterns and geometric shapes. Red flowed from her long mane of beautiful hair, but gold and green dominated the background. Unlike Brooke’s tattoo, my tattoo was smaller, with her face closer to the bottom of my shoulder blades than the center of my back.

  “That’s breathtaking,” I said.

  “It really is,” Sawyer said. “The goddess outdid herself. Now you just have four more women to fall in love with.”

  “Three more,” Brooke said. “Sam is next.”

  “Correct,” I said. “How long do we have to wait until I can bond with Sam?”

  “Let’s give your body a week to recover,” Sawyer said. “Then we’ll do it all over again.” She smiled at us. “You guys okay?”

  Brooke grinned. “I’m more than okay. But I could use some of that water.”

  “Yep,” Sawyer said. “I’ll bring over a few bottles. You guys are staying in the guest room tonight. It is your wedding night after all.”

  “Except in the inverse,” I said. “Normally, you consummate your marriage on your wedding night. I think we’re both looking forward to some sleep.”

  “Sleep,” Brooke said nodding.

  Sawyer laughed and came back with three waters. “I hear the tattoos make you super horny for a while afterward.”

  I took the bottle of water from Sawyer and popped it open. “I’m starving,” I said. “And we need a shower.”

  “Agreed,” Brooke said and gazed over at Sawyer. “You’re sure you don’t mind if we stay?”

  “As long as you don’t mind keeping me company,” Sawyer said. “I never feel like being alone afterward.”

  Brooke glanced at me and back at Sawyer. “We’re on board with wherever the wind takes us.” She smiled at me. “Right, baby?”

  I hoisted my water bottle and grinned. “Right. Now who’s up for some pizza? My treat.”

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