Après Ski

by K T Morrison

  LAWSON’S BODY was smooth and tan. His hips narrow, a cute belly button set high, the trace of abs where his ribs met his stomach. Virtually hairless, he still had a sexy patch of brownish hair that framed the base of his cock in a narrow, trimmed stripe. Two veins pulsed under the skin, running up from his pubis and into his flat stomach. His cock was a pretty thing; not intimidating, though it was uncircumcised, and she had only ever had firsthand experience with that one time in high school. Now he was hard, the foreskin retracted and his rosy glans swelled past it. When it went in her mouth, her brain did a funny somersault. Cam watched, and she knew he did. His eyes a foot away from her as this boyish young man pushed his hard cock past her lips. The glans stroked against her palette and her tongue depressed against the underside of his shaft. He was so hard she felt the shape of his veins against her tongue.

  She performed for Cam and Lawson. Could tell what his penis liked by the way he trembled, or pushed it deeper. Could tell what her husband liked by the squeeze he put on her hanging breasts. Fortunately, they both liked the same thing. They liked when she took him deep and worked slow. So she did. Moaning and humming, letting Lawson thrust it into her, working her neck muscles to gulp him in and suck on his glans as he withdrew.

  Between her legs Ryan sucked on her labia. That was for her. Sucking Lawson’s cock was good, and she enjoyed it, but most of her mind was taken away to what that handsome man did with his mouth. His tongue stroked at her, probed, teased her with shallow depth, then went wide and swathed her. His tongue had her heart racing. Her attention flip-flopped; the things Ryan did making her jump with excitement, and then a new predicament. Lawson was going to come. She could sense it. His thrusting became erratic, and he fought her slow and steady pace; demanded more friction from her mouth. She gave it to him. Her breaths came faster as she sucked and bobbed, and soon she could taste him. Taste his excitement leaking from his hole; pre-come filling her mouth and its musky scent in her nose.

  The idea that she would make another man come drove her wild. Lawson so turned on by her and what they did, he was going to shoot his load in no time. She bobbed faster now, eager to bring him release, wondering if her boyish stud would squirt or dribble.

  CHAPTER NINE

  CAM RAN his hands over her body, felt the hardness of her nipples, watched past her tailbone at the handsome brow of Ryan, eyes closed, doing something with his tongue between his Amberly’s legs.

  Sasha came around the other side, raising up out of the water as well, his erection pointing upright. Amberly continued to suck, her head continued to bob up and down Lawson. Cam looked up, saw the effect his wife had. Lawson’s wet hair slicked back from his boyish face, eyes closed, head tilted up to the sky. He reached under the water and found Amber’s left hand, circled her wrist and pulled it up his body. She ran her nails over his chest and held on to his shoulder. He took that hand now, moved it off of him, holding her wrist until her fingers found Sasha’s erection. She moaned around Lawson’s cock as her fingers gripped another man now. Cam watched her thumb stroke up and down, the pad of her thumb stroking the underside of Sasha’s glans.

  “Yes, oh yes,” Lawson moaned, his hips working forward and back now, thrusting his cock in and out of Amberly’s mouth. Amberly moaned as well, drool spilled over her bottom lip and swung off her chin

  “That’s it, that’s it,” Lawson said, and he gripped the sides of her head, the veins standing out in his narrow arms. He was going to come inside Amberly’s mouth. Amberly knew it, too, could tell his excitement, could probably taste it, Lawson leaking in her mouth right now. She wasn’t lifting off, she wasn’t looking to take it in her hand and finish him that way, she was going to allow Lawson to ejaculate in her mouth. It stiffened Cam like steel. His stomach flipped over, not with nausea but with abrupt and frightening lust. He couldn’t wait, wanted it to happen. Wanted to see his wife please a man that way. Lawson moaned, his grunts turning to groans, then a long, low sound. Amberly’s breath snorted through her nostrils and while her mouth was fucked, his wife nodded her head. She was telling Lawson to do it.

  And then he did.

  Lawson roared out, his head snapped back, then he hunched forward. His hips drove deep and Amberly took it. He ejaculated in her throat and she moaned, her sounds of lust mimicking Lawson’s.

  Lawson crumpled then, folding over top of her, his hands weakening on her skull, dropping and stroking her hair. His cock flopped out of her mouth and semen still sputtered. Amberly’s eyes closed, and she arched her back again from what Ryan did, gasping out to the night, head coming back and mouth falling open. Cam watched Lawson’s semen spill over her lip.

  The magnitude of that moment was cherished, the incredibly dirty thing he just watched her do held like a pinpoint in his mind, seeing his wife in a complete and sexual certainty that he couldn’t imagine. Seeing her intimacy shared with other men, he rode a swell within him, surfing on it, and then she was taken from him.

  Ryan kissed his way up her tailbone, his face wet, his chin and mouth showing a shine from Amberly. His hands worked up her back, under her arms and guided her to stand. They stood up together in the tub like they had on the dance floor, her back to his chest. Only now they were naked. Sasha ran his hand up the front of her thigh. Lawson watched and thumped down heavily on the bench next to Cam, splashing up water between them.

  Ryan’s hand worked up her belly, cupped her breast, his other one coming up her chest and tilting her chin. She looked up and over her shoulder at him and he kissed her. They were beautiful together. Very tall, lean and muscular Ryan with his blonde wavy hair pushed back from his face, his sharp jaw tilted down, his pouted lips on Amberly’s pouted lips.

  Her nipples were hard brown quarters on her creamy bosom. Her stomach rolled in and out with her excited breath, her ribs pushing out against her tight skin. At her hip, pointing up and out, was Ryan’s enormous cock, pressed against her thigh and the small of her back. He watched his wife’s hand reach around, her wrist bump against its hardness, and her fingertips finding it, wrapping its girth. She shifted to the side so she could stroke him and Cam couldn’t believe how large his cock was—it made Amberly’s hand look tiny.

  THE TASTE of Lawson’s semen still washed in her mouth. More bleach than salt, that familiar taste she recognized yet distinctly different from her husband’s. And the idea that she was such a bad girl that she could tell two men apart by the taste of their semen had her heart racing.

  A man she barely knew had ejaculated inside her mouth. She had done that—had provoked him to such a joyous eruption. Lawson’s slippery, slick fluids curled in viscous streams under the sides of her tongue as her mouth fell open, Ryan’s hand coming down now between her legs.

  They were pleasing each other with their hands. He ran the tip of his middle finger up and down her slippery folds, her own excitement producing enough fluid to make his touch like silk. And in her hand, his prominent arousal. More than prominent. Gargantuan. By far the biggest penis she had ever seen; let alone hold in her hand. Ryan was tall, a big guy with big hands. But he wasn’t some burly monster, he had a certain elegance. But the thing between his legs was distinctly masculine. Large, oversized, hard as steel in her grip. She could feel his urgent sexuality pulsing under her fingers. She stroked him, let her fingers feel every part of him, the pads running along his underside tickling up to the point where his shaft became cloven with the two halves of the glans’ underside. She swirled the point of a finger around the puckered hole. It made him groan into her kiss. She sucked on his tongue, wondered if he could taste the other man as she did. It didn’t deter Ryan, and he took her tongue hungrily. She stroked him harder, gasped then into his mouth as his large finger probed deeper inside her, parting her petals and seeking her interior.

  Her husband watched her, though her eyes were closed she knew he sat before her and watched the badness she did. Her hips worked against Ryan’s hand, her undulating seeking to accept his finger deeper. She ache
d for him. Ached for another man. Wondered what it would be like to be taken by this tall, good-looking, and well hung stranger. Her husband would watch her do it.

  More hands touching her now, making her stomach flutter and her legs shake. She pulled from the kiss as Lawson cupped her breast, and she saw another hand, Sasha’s hand, sweeping from the other side and stroking up her thigh to touch her hipbone.

  It was more than her husband who was watching. Four men were going to fuck her tonight, each of them taking their turn, driving her wild with passion as the other three watched. Watched this sexy and dirty little whore spread her legs; getting used and using them—taking their hard poles inside her body and jacking on them until she came over and over again for her own satisfaction.

  And performing for them would serve as a satisfaction in its own right. It was nice to be seen; it was nice to be reduced for one night at least to nothing but a sexual being. Five of them tonight would engage in the basest acts of libertine exploration. One thing was for sure; one of them had to fuck her right now, or she was going to lose her mind.

  SASHA’S HAND worked up her thigh and touched her hipbone, putting a flutter in Amberly’s stomach. His fingertips ran the crease down to her pubic pad, and she spread her legs. He touched her then. Cam watched another man finger his wife. Ryan had made her wet, made her sex full and excited and Sasha parted her plump lips with his middle finger. Cam saw it disappear inside her.

  Amberly groaned and her legs quivered. Her knees buckled, and she dipped, but Ryan supported her. She gasped around his kiss but his fingertips pushed her jaw, keeping her in place. Their mouths worked over one another again and occasionally Amberly would stop so she could gasp.

  Sasha watched her face as he fingered her. His finger plunged in and out and soon wet sucking sounds came from between her legs. She began to chant and gasp around Ryan’s lips. Oh God, oh yes, humming and biting her lips, then kissing Ryan again, taking his tongue, giving him hers …

  Cam watched her stomach heave in and out, going round, sucking in and revealing the muscle. He watched a tremor pass through her thighs, saw her squeeze Ryan’s huge cock hard, her other hand held at her shoulder drop down, her nails digging into Sasha’s muscular forearm. Then Sasha made her come.

  Cam watched his wife as she pulled from Ryan’s kiss, bit her lips, spat them out with a loud gasp; her nails ran down Sasha’s forearm and gripped his wrist, urging his thrusting finger deeper. He gave it to her, shoving it deep and wriggling. Amberly shook her hips and ground against his shaking hand. And then she cried out, collapsing in Ryan’s arms. He gripped her, hooking his forearms under her armpits as her legs gave way.

  Sasha’s slippery hand opened and cupped her tummy, ran up to hold a breast. They let her down, into the water, gasping and heaving for breath.

  SHE DIDN’T WANT to be let down. Behind her, Ryan’s big hands hooked underneath her arms, cradling her; Sasha loomed over her, his fingers withdrawn now, his hand caressing over her navel.

  The orgasm he brought her by inserting his fingers had been mild, not an intense, zipping thing, but one that temporarily blotted her consciousness just the same. Her eardrums washed with the maritime sound of her heartbeat’s surge—but it would be temporary and she was nowhere near satisfied.

  Through narrowed wet vision, she saw Cam still sitting where she’d last seen him, his face drawn but excited, his eyes wide with awe but still cursed with some element of hesitation. He’d just watched the woman he loved having an orgasm brought to her by another man. Another man had manipulated between her legs until she came; the whole while she held another man’s huge erection and her mouth still held the taste of a completely different man’s sexual product.

  The soaring excitement she felt seemed to plateau for a moment as her eyes focused and she saw her husband clearly. She stared at him and showed him an expression that mimicked the very same hesitation that he felt.

  This was crazy.

  It was crazy, but boy had he been right—it was out of this world insane excitement. She wanted to say to him: Let’s get lost in it. Just let it all go and see where it takes us, Cam. This was your idea. This was all your idea. And as if reading her mind, that man with whom she shared the greatest connection slowly nodded his chin up and down in a straight and steady line.

  A smile pulled her mouth to one side, and it crinkled her eyes. She made a snarly face at him, and her comically vain attempt at a wink. Then she was moving, getting her feet underneath her onto the fiberglass floor of the hot tub and turning, finding herself facing Ryan’s chiseled midsection, the end of his very big cock poking up out of the hot bubbling water.

  She looked up at him, met his eyes and gave him a smile, too. While she held his gaze, she let her mouth fall open and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock then plunged her mouth over top of it. The head of his penis was enormous, more than a mouthful, and it forced her jaw downward. She sunk herself deeply on it, and the pleasure she gave him with her mouth sent him backward, and she followed, locked onto him, her hands coming around and up the backs of his thighs, her nails raking his perfect rump. She bobbed along with him and when he sat on the edge of the tub she raised up out of the water, bent at the waist and crouched over his lap.

  Now she was intimate with that male part of him that had put a naughty tingle in her belly since he’d pressed it against her on the dance floor. Ryan sat back on the lip of the tub and put his hands out behind him, enjoying the way she admired it, eyes narrow and sultry, one cheek pulled up in a mirthful sneer. He sucked his stomach in, the hard ridges of his razor-cut abdomen flexing and rippling in the dim light. It brought his cock up to flop against his stomach, the tip of it pressing into his hard belly above his navel. Her hands went up the insides of his thighs, her eyes on his, up over his hips and smoothed over his beautiful body.

  Chin dipping down, she lowered herself between his legs, ran the point of her tongue over the round shapes of his sagging testicles, felt her touch make them recoil, his scrotum pulling taut and his balls rising to hug the wide base of his shaft. Puckered lips parted, wrapping slowly around a large oblong shape, pulled it into her mouth and sucking on it. He moaned and smiled, his hand coming down to grip his shaft, pull on it and make his balls bounce a little. She took the other, held it and pulled it gently away from his body. It brought a long sighing moan from him and when he let his cock go she saw he’d produced a long shimmering strand of pre-cum that ran in a quivering strand between his urethra and his muscled belly. She wanted it in her mouth.

  Now her tongue ran up the ridges of his abdomen, the hot shaft of his cock brushing wetly along her cheek. She found his excitement with her tongue, curled it into her mouth while he watched, hooked two fingers around the very base of his shaft and angled his long cock upright. Mouth closing over his plump cock head, she gave his shaft a good stroking squeeze and was rewarded with a mouthful of his clear lubricant. She chuckled around his girth, twisting her head and stroking her hand, looking in his eyes.

  “You’re a bad girl,” she heard whispered next to her. Her Cam, getting close, his hand smoothing over her back. Lawson came around on her left, and from the corner of her eye she could see his erection had returned to full hardness. Another set of hands on her back, running along the narrow of her waist; Sasha lining himself up directly behind her.

  The prospect of what that might mean tightened her further. Every muscle in her core went hard, she even squeezed her canal shut in anticipation. How could Cam watch another man penetrate her?

  CHAPTER TEN

  HIS WIFE MADE love to another man’s cock with her mouth and he’d never seen anything more amazing. Sure, jealousy wound up like a cyclone when she first held it in her hand and ogled it—it was far bigger than his own. Then she was enjoying it, sucking on it, and chuckling, making eye contact with Ryan, and for whatever reason that whirlwind in him went off kilter and just dissipated; fell apart. All that was left was the dirty joy he felt watching her like th
is. Amberly seemed so different these days after the changes she’d made to her body. Gone was the beefy but sexy tomboy he knew, and now she was this lean little tigress whose sexy antics with other men had got him so hard he ached.

  But now the biggest of steps was hastening to take place. A young and handsome man, an executive, one with sparkling and icy eyes, and long, blonde hair, lined up his erection as though he were to imminently penetrate his wife. No permission asked, this man’s focus was entirely on Amberly’s exposed sex, her rump turned up while she fellated another man as her husband watched.

  Did Sasha think she was some slut, some whore? Why wouldn’t he? She wasn’t, but God, the idea that his wonderful, brilliant wife could be mistaken as worthless—just a pink hole where you stick your cock and get off inside her—was thrilling at the most gargantuan level. Yes, this was the biggest step; veritably standing on the edge of a precipice as grand as the Grand Canyon, one leg poised, ready to let your bodyweight tilt forward and see what happens ...

  Sasha gripped Amberly where her hips swooped to a newly narrow waist, lining his cock up, the tip of it so close to touching her most intimate place. His cock was long, longer than his own, and bowed upright like a banana. The glans was narrow and unintimidating, unlike the one she had her mouth over. And Sasha’s body was toned and muscular, his stomach muscles flexing as the head of his cock now stroked up Amberly’s pink and glistening opening—the guy was worthy to fuck her.

  As she felt it, the head of another man’s penis touching her sex, she hissed, her head tossing over her shoulder and looking to Cam. Eyes wild and worried, she asked him a million questions without opening her mouth. Couldn’t even respond to her. Tried to speak, tried to nod, but he just couldn’t communicate permission. It was okay, wasn’t it? Once it happened there was no turning back. Up till now it was just a little playing. Hands on each other, bringing some pleasure. But penetration was intimate and frightening. He wanted to say yes, he could see in her eyes she sought his permission, but his harrowed expression stayed frozen on his face.