Après Ski

by K T Morrison

  “Ow, careful,” she moaned, but she nodded just the same; ready for more.

  Ryan’s rump tilted up again, the end of his cock slipping out and nestling in her folds once more, glistening from her insides, showing the meager depth he’d penetrated.

  Cam wanted to ask her if she was okay, decided not to—wanted for her to have this moment all to herself. There was a connection there between her and this man she danced with all night and he didn’t want to stomp on it. Of course she was all right, she was no wilting flower, if she wasn’t all right she would let them know. So he stayed out of it, buttoned his lips though they wanted to speak and involve himself in this.

  Now she nodded to Ryan again, and her toes pointed, her feet coming together crossing over the crest of Ryan’s buttocks.

  Ryan pushed himself in again, curling his hips and sliding that huge thing up into his wife. Each inch he penetrated her produced a higher whine. Now her eyes squinted, light glinting off her pupils under her narrowed lashes. She nodded. She wanted more. Ryan gave it to her, continuing his thrust and sliding deeper than he had before. She gasped and moaned an eager cry. Her hands turned to claws and her nails dug into his narrow waist. Cam watched that huge thing plunge deeper and deeper.

  “Yes, yes, deeper,” Amberly hummed, tapping at his rump with her bowed feet. Ryan did it, sunk himself in till his balls rested on her tightly stretched pink ring.

  RYAN’S COCK was tearing her up. She’d never had her insides pushed apart so completely. Sasha’s had felt bigger than Cam. Cam was the same size as any other guy she’d ever been with—though that wasn’t many. Ryan was on a whole different level.

  It hurt at first, her opening straining to accept his girth. As he plunged deeper inside her that was washed away by a joyous swell. Any slight tearing pain she felt was squashed by the enjoyment she felt from this salacious tryst. Then he sunk deeper, that enormous glans she could barely get her mouth around pushing like a hard lump through her belly. Past where Cam would penetrate, past where Sasha’s had penetrated. That fist of hard swollen man meat, gulping through her insides, stroking her membranes, pushing into parts of her that had never been touched. She squeezed her thighs to his sides, dug her heels into his ass. She was impaled. She was gored. She was completely and unequivocally owned by his column of hard masculine steel.

  “Oh God,” she sighed, “oh God, it’s big …” Nonsensical, stupid, the dumbest thing she could say but right now her mind was on autonomous action. All her faculties focused on the hard horn that had buried itself deep inside her body and stretched her canal so tight it strained not to tear. She ran her nails at his sides, scratched at his flesh, like somehow a pressure release for the pain she felt, transferring the energy of what he did between her legs and raking it across his skin.

  Then he was pulling out, withdrawing, his hips engaged in the reverse pumping action. And though she knew he would return, the absence of him so deep made her frown and whimper. He responded, pushing back, thrusting himself until that club pushed deep again.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” she said running her nails up to the middle of his back, hugging herself to him. She wanted to hold on to him, squeeze him tight and just have him pound that thing in and out of her. She never knew it could feel so good.

  “Fuck me,” she told him. “Do it, fuck me.”

  She bucked against him, bouncing her hips into his. Ryan withdrew, going down on one elbow, the spread out fingers of his hand easing through her hair and cupping the back of her head. He gripped her tightly then, that hand forming a fist and seizing her by her long wet locks. It clutched her and froze her gaze on his. They locked eyes, and Ryan’s gaze narrowed in serious concentration. His jaw set firm, his lips thin and serious, he plunged in so deep it hurt. She grunted, clamped her teeth down on both her lips pulled into her mouth. She nodded, and encouraged now, he withdrew and plunged again. She nodded, whispered, “Quicker.” She could take it, she wanted him to know she could take it. His thrusts began in steady machine piston movement. Plunging deep, pulling out with stark suction, the flanged head of his huge cock head swirling her juices in whirlpools in its wake. Then plunging deep again. She cried out, thinking it was very likely that she would call his name out when she came.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CAM FOCUSED on the way his wife’s hands clawed at Ryan’s muscular back. He watched his wife rake her nails across his glistening tanned skin, watched them move in circles, watched them turn to claws and dig into him when he pushed himself a little too deep. Amberly seemed to like that though, and she dug her nails in simply out of painful surprise.

  Sometimes they kissed, sometimes Amberly thrust her head back into the pillows, her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping with Ryan’s deep thrusts. Her body pinned underneath him, she rocked under his syncopation. Sometimes she would try to mimic his thrusts, but mostly it looked like she was just along for the ride.

  Though he was lean, he was tall, and seeing Amberly’s petite body underneath him made him look even larger. Made Amberly look like his play toy. She’d hooked her ankles around his waist, like she held on for dear life, like she was gripping herself to a runaway horse and she had no saddle.

  Ryan kept his thrusting at a steady, purposeful pace, and now with one hand clutching a grip on the hair behind her head, his other explored her body, cupping a breast and squeezing one of her nipples between the pad of his thumb and his first knuckle, stroking down and grabbing the back of her thigh, spreading her legs wider. The wet suction sound as he pummeled her privates came clearer.

  Amberly’s head began to rock from side to side, her chin pointed to the ceiling, she moaned, “That’s it, that’s it, you fuck so good, fuck, you fuck so fucking good, mm, that’s it …”

  Cam licked his lips, his neck was stiff, sore, and his eyes came up in a jittering hesitation. His cock ached to be touched, his cock ached to be inside his wife. He looked and saw Lawson kneeling on the right side of him then, stroking himself and watching the scene. Sasha sat on his heels on his left-hand side, and he held and kneaded his balls while he watched. His cock was throbbing and upright, eager for its next opportunity.

  Now Cam rubbed the back of his neck with both hands, eyes bulging out of his head and seeing this in rampant technicolor reality. This had been a fantasy only an hour ago. Now it was real live lust, and it was mountainous compared to the hillock of his fantasy. He hated it and loved it. Loved to see that look of joy and erotic satisfaction on Amberly’s face and simultaneously hated that he wasn’t the one doing it for her. It was good just to see her get it though, wasn’t it?

  As her squeaking gasps came quicker and quicker, his eyes returned and found her hands held up above her head, Ryan’s big masculine grip around both her wrists crossing them over and pinning them up in the pillows. She’d hooked her knees up higher, and he was fucking her so hard the headboard banged against the wall and Amberly’s feet bobbed over his back.

  “I’m going to come, I’m going to come, and come …” Amberly gasped in tight constricted whispers, over and over and over. Then a sharp hitching of breath—dry air whisked into her lungs and she held her breath and bit her lips.

  Her squeaks resumed now. Then her squeaks became cries as something huge built between them. Ryan growled and bit her neck and she bared her teeth. Cam gripped his own cock. One stroke and he would’ve been finished so instead he gripped it tight and held on for dear life as he watched the most insanely erotic thing he’d ever seen his entire life.

  ARMS PINNED ABOVE HER HEAD, her breasts bounced and jounced and spun in circles; her nipples clenched to hard aching stones. Between her legs Ryan’s already huge cock felt suddenly gargantuan. Like as hard as he was, but swollen now to even grander proportion. As he shoved it in and out of her, she swore she felt every ridge and every vein, felt the swelling cable on its underside; felt the ripple through her membranes of the hard coronal ring. Something else: increased slipperiness, her own mixed with his. Making his pa
ssage, as tight as it was, feel like oil and silk. His own sexual excitement was streaming from his cock and flowing in gushing eddies through the wrinkles of her canal. The thought of it thrust her head farther back in the sheets and she cried out. Yes, she cried out his name.

  “Ryan!” She shouted it then clamped her teeth shut and snarled. She never knew sex could feel this good, never knew that she could be so completely claimed by a man. She was absolutely immobile underneath him, her feet bounced and spun in circles, his hipbones thrust into the back of her thighs, his immense size pushed itself with great force up inside her body, she even felt the tapping of his scrotum against her anus.

  Now her eyebrows rose high and her eyelids fluttered. It was all too much, it was all so fucking crazy. How did she end up like this? How did this come to pass? This was simultaneously the worst thing that could happen and the most best-est, joyous thing she’d ever experienced. She knew Cam watched, she knew that Cam would see her dirty, pink sex spread wide and hugging on to this other man’s huge cock, clinging to it for dear life. Just like she’d watched Cass’s insides cling to Cassidy.

  Now her stomach fluttered, and her knees hitched higher, making her feet bounce while they spun in circles.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh Ryan,” she chanted. And Ryan knew what was coming—he forced her hands even higher, her breasts clapping excitedly with his intensified thrusts. He had it going triple time, and she swore she felt that knotty head of his cock up behind her diaphragm.

  “Oh fuck,” she blurted, and now it was happening; she curled her toes, and a storm broke across the coast, a veritable caisson of unimaginable destruction blasting its lid and lighting up the stormy sky in sizzling phosphorescent streams. She bucked and arched her back, twisted underneath him as the most incredible orgasm tore through her; somewhere behind her navel the eye of the incredible storm.

  She squeezed him with her thighs, hard enough that he grunted and groaned in her ear. If she had held his hands she would’ve crushed his fingers between hers. Instead she formed tight fists as hard as lead balls, her feet arched until they cranked.

  She cried out his name again, “Ryan, oh fuck, oh Ryan!” And now she couldn’t breathe. She had exhaled past the point where it be possible for her to ever inhale again. Her life was about to end, extinguished like this, being fucked into breathless oblivion.

  FISTS TIGHT AND SHAKING, arms seized by a tremor, Amberly was delivered a massive orgasm by another man while Cam watched. Watched the blades of her leg muscles flex and squirm as she squeezed this man between her knees, saw her toes point and arch, heard them click as they tightened. She twisted underneath him, arching her back and struggling against the grip he held her with.

  Her face pinched in a bared-teeth snarl, a vein rose in her brow and her face went purple. A creaking groan emanated from inside her throat. She twisted more, back arching and while she gripped him, his cock still impaled inside her, twisted at the waist until her shoulder pressed the mattress and she lay on her side.

  Her eyes fluttered, and he saw a wild, desperate look there; then a thundering inhale, a shaky indrawn horse-like sound—Ryan’s punishing orgasm had pushed the life out of her, and it sought to return once more. She inhaled the words, “Oh my God, oh my God,” and Ryan let her hands go. She covered her face and Cam watched as Ryan’s hips resumed pumping his cock into her.

  Ryan said, “You’re so fucking hot, you come like a demon …”

  Amberly dragged her hands down her face pulling her eyelids down looking at him with wild eyes. “You fuck ... you fuck like a demon, oh God ... You’re still going ...”

  Ryan curled his hips, looking in her eyes, veins standing out in his arms and on his neck too. He grunted, bared his teeth at her.

  Cam looked down between Ryan’s legs, saw where they were connected still, saw where his huge cock spread his wife. Watched those balls of his rise and pull up into his body, they sagged again, pulled up high again. Amberly gasped. Her mouth fell and her eyes rolled up in the sockets as she moaned. Ryan continued to hump and grunt, and Cam knew that he was ejaculating deep inside his wife.

  Now Ryan’s breaths came in sudden freight train sounds. Amberly struggled to lock her eyes on his gaze, her mouth drawn and her fingers still pressed into her cheeks. She tried to rationalize what just happened. Tried in her mind to make it okay.

  Then Ryan took her wrists again, cleared her hands from her face, kissed her neck and Amberly closed her eyes to him. She let him kiss her, tilted her chin and bared her neck to him. He bit at her flesh, bit his way to her lips and kissed her. She kissed him back, moaning while their bodies still writhed against one another.

  Their kiss broke, and they looked at one another like they had a secret between them. Cam knew what it was and watched for it; Ryan got up on his hands over top of her again, sweat running in streams down his back. He eased his cock from inside her, pulled it out with a slick gurgling sound. Cam saw the glans pull free from her glistening folds, and in the moment before Amberly shoved her hands down to cover herself then closed her thighs, he saw a swelling pearl in her pink, it drooled in a line toward her anus. Ryan had come inside her.

  THOUGH SHE COVERED her sex from Cam—drawing up her knees and crossing her feet—her husband knew another man had come inside her. She lay back in the pillow and crossed her arms over her chest, saw him watching. She bit her lips, sucked them between her teeth and held them firm.

  Sasha worked up to the pillows, his hard cock bobbing as he came along, throwing his hip on the pillow next to hers and presenting her with his proud arousal. He was fully hard again, his long cock thrusted out of his groomed nest of pubic hair. His very large balls hugged up tight to the shaft. Its lone blind eye pointed straight at her and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Sasha cupped her ear and guided the head of his cock past her lips.

  She sucked it in, swirled her tongue around its shapes, Sasha groaning, getting comfortable and shifting his hip on the pillow. His other hand came underneath her head and gripped her hair. Now he held her head between both hands and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She opened wider, took him deeper. He thrust slowly, but forcefully. Trying to go deeper still.

  She brought a hand up, ran it along the inside of his thigh and felt him tremble. Her fingers went around the tense ball of his two big testicles and ran her nails over them. He groaned, grunted, the hand cupping her ear sliding along her arm and gently holding her wrist. He was sensitive there, ticklish maybe.

  She did it again, ran her nails, felt his bag tighten harder. He thrust himself a little deeper, but it brought his balls into her grip, and she clutched them now and squeezed them. He grunted and flinched and hissed, “Don’t …” and she smiled around his cock. She fondled them now as he continued to push it into her throat. Fondled his balls and teased them with the lightest squeezing. It made him grunt more, and she felt hard tension seize him—so worried she would hurt him. He had big, sensitive balls.

  Her thumb ran over them as she sucked on him, and when she squeezed him tight and he growled—as much as he didn’t like it—he filled her mouth up with streams of pre-come. She moaned to let him know she liked it.

  The hand on her wrist gripped her tighter, tried to ease her scratching and tugging on his testicles. She still kept her thighs together, knees brought up demurely, hiding from her husband her leaking sex—though Cam knew damn well that Ryan had come inside her. It was so obvious, the grunting and the growling and thrusting, and then he was done, pulling away from her and sitting on the bed. What was done was done.

  Sasha passed her wrist behind her back, and she felt another hand take it and pin it behind her against her tailbone. Lawson she figured, searching now underneath her and finding her other wrist, pulling up behind her as well. Teeth biting on her shoulder gave away the stranger’s identity. Lawson liked to bite.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CAM WATCHED with disquiet as Sasha’s stomach muscles rippled, sitting crooked on the pillow
s, thrusting his long cock in and out of Amberly’s mouth; his wife taking it, sucking on it, playing with his balls and teasing him. This was insane.

  Lawson watched, inching closer, coming behind Amberly. Ryan watched as well, sitting back on his heels his slick cock deflated between his legs but still looking huge. He hefted it now and stroked it, not wanting to lose his excitement. Cam watched him, twisting grip on the end of his cock, a shimmering strand of bright semen dangling from the slit. Ryan caught his eye and Cam said, “You shouldn’t come inside her.”

  Ryan didn’t say anything, and though his face stayed expressionless, Cam could see a small measure of guilt there.

  Cam said, “Seriously, she’s not on the pill. You shouldn’t be coming inside her.”

  Ryan gave a slight nod, though there was a smirk there, too, held up a hand in apology.

  Lawson had Amberly’s hands pinned behind her back now and Sasha held both sides of her face again, thrusting his cock in and out of her eager mouth. She hummed and gurgled wet sounds while he did, and Sasha’s face took on serious intent, looking like he meant to hurt someone. Brow pushed low, mouth in his sneer, he watched his dick flash in and out of Amberly’s pink, pouting lips.