by Jason Lenov
A smug smile crawled across Carter’s lips. “Easy?” he growled. He started to chuckle then shook his head. “You didn’t ask me over here for easy, sweetheart,” he said.
Anger and lust and confusion rolled inside Jack. He gasped when Carter’s hand came up between Emily’s legs as he palmed her pussy then squeezed it.
Emily winced. Her toes curled and turned in.
Carter’s long tongue rolled out of his mouth and he licked her cheek, still grinning. “You don’t want easy. You want it as hard and as rough as I can give it. Isn’t that right? Isn’t it?” he demanded.
Emily’s eyes shot to Jack’s. Was that fear in there? It was. Not fear of Carter, however.
Jack’s stomach hollowed as he realized what was staring at him.
Emily wasn’t scared of Carter. She was scared of herself. Scared of this dark need she had to be dominated. Scared of what it would do to her once she finally gave in.
Jack had plied it all apart and now could see the tender core of it. Emily wanted to know this part of herself now more than ever.
“Fuck,” Carter growled. “You’re already wet.” He lifted his hand and whipped it up and down through the air, as if trying to shake off the sopping wetness of Emily’s cunt. He looked over his shoulder at Jack. “You see this? Her pussy’s drenched.”
Jack marvelled at how a man like Carter might know a word so big.
Carter pressed his fingers against Emily’s lips then pushed in. Invaded her innocent face with his digits. “There,” he said. “Taste yourself.” Emily’s disgust seemed to amuse him because he grinned again.
Jack’s eyes remained fixed on Emily’s lips. He watched as her disgust twisted. As she closed her mouth around Carter’s fingers and, staring straight at Jack, began sucking them, her tongue flicking inside her mouth as she collected her own slick.
Carter laughed again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said. “You just want to be treated like a dirty little whore, don’t you? All that outrage was you just playing, wasn’t it? That what you want? To be told you’re a slut?”
Again Emily glanced at Jack. With Carter’s fingers still in her mouth, she nodded.
Jack shuddered with the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt.
Carter reached for his belt and yanked it open. His jeans fell to his ankles. Reaching into his briefs, he hauled out a radiator hose of a cock. It swung in slow circles, the cudgel of a head swishing through the air and drawing Emily’s eyes to it.
They opened wide, darting along the length of the half-stiff shaft, then settling on the bulbous head that was starting to turn red.
Carter licked her neck. “Come on sweetheart. Let’s see what your mouth looks like stuffed full of dick.” Wrapping her hair in a gentle fist he pulled her lower.
Emily winced but didn’t protest. Even when he pulled his fingers out of her mouth she didn’t complain or object. She sank to her knees, obedient and willing, eyeing Carter’s prodigious cock with a feverish excitement.
Jack balled his fists and stepped to the side where he could see Emily’s profile. He stared at Carter’s imposing frame towering over his wife. Then he looked back at innocent Emily who looked famished for the stiffening muscle.
With one hand still in her hair, Carter lifted his slab with the other and brought the tip to her lips. “Hey,” he grunted, gripping her hair a little tighter. “Eyes up here.”
Emily’s eyes fluttered up to meet his. Her lips trembled as they parted. She glanced at Jack.
Carter rolled up onto the balls of his feet and pressed the head of his cock past her lips. Settling back down he pushed the first four inches in.
Emily’s eyes bulged as the tip touched the back of her throat. She lifted her hands and pressed them against his thighs.
Carter swatted them away. “None of that,” he grunted. “You’re mine now. You’ll take what’s given to you,” he said. Placing his other hand on her face, he groaned as he worked more of his muscle into her neck.
Jack stared at his flesh disappearing into Emily’s mouth. It was filthy. The most vulgar thing he’d ever seen. But he was there. He was still there.
Emily had three quarters of a cock in her mouth and he was still Jack. The same Jack he’d always been. Except now the fear that had gripped him for the last twenty years was nowhere to be seen. An incredible lightness of being filled him, causing his fists to release.
When Carter drew his cock from Emily’s throat it was coated in saliva and clear bile she’d gagged up.
Emily sucked in a massive breath.
For a moment Jack thought she was about to put an end to it all. Push Carter away, stand up and scream at him to leave. Lust roared into his groin when she let her tongue flop out instead and glared at Carter. She seemed almost disgusted with what she was about to do, but unable to resist. “Is that what you want? You fucking misogynist pig!” she spat.
Carter let out a hearty laugh.
“You want to fuck my face?” She lifted a hand and slapped his thigh.
Jack’s eyes went wide. It seemed that Emily was working through something herself.
“Yeah, you’ve got my number, baby. Now take it like a good little whore.” Before Emily could react he stuffed his fat pole down her throat again and started jutting his hips. Fucking her face.
Emily stared up at him.
Jack couldn’t be sure if that was disgust or remorse or delight in her eyes but she looked as beautiful as he’d ever seen her. His sweet little thing acting like a filthy slut made his nuts come up tight between his legs.
Carter started moving her head back and forth. Using her face like a vagina, standing perfectly still as he drew his human flesh light back and forth along his girth. When his cock started to flex, Jack gasped.
When he drew it out, covered in fluid, Jack clutched his chest. Holding Emily’s head back he rubbed the underside of the tip with his finger.
Emily glared but her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her lips stretched open, ready to receive what was coming.
A thick lash of Carter’s spunk erupted from the head of his cock. It sailed in an arc through the air before landing in a disgusting diagonal line across Emily’s forehead, down over her nose, onto her tongue.
She kept her eyes on his, her mouth wide open as he emptied himself into it.
Jack stared in wonder at the wicked sight, his cock as hard as he’d ever felt it.
Carter finished with a grunt. He shook the end of his still-stiff prick, sending the last flecks of his sperm into Emily’s mouth.
Jack couldn’t believe it was over. After everything they’d been through the last few days to have it culminate like this? Disappointment welled through him.
Then Carter stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt off over his head. “Alright bitch. Up on the bed on your knees.”
Jack nearly cried out in pleasure.
Chapter Twelve
Emily knew she should be disgusted. She knew that, according to her gender and station in life, she should be incredibly offended by what Carter had done to her. Her body told a different story.
Her pussy was so slick she felt like she’d peed herself. Except it was sticky. The thought that her body was reacting this way, lubricating itself for Carter’s entrance, was as offensive and depraved as having her mouth used.
But try as she might to cling to that idea, she could not. Deep inside her belly an ache had begun. A furious, tickling ache that demanded attention.
Then there was the way Jack was staring at her. He’d never looked at her like that. She had all of his attention. Every last ounce of it. It made her nipples stiff just watching him.
It was for that reason that, instead of telling Carter to piss off and putting an end to all this, she scrambled up onto the bed as he’d ordered. She wanted to glare at him, show her defiance and disgust for what she was about to let him do. Except she couldn’t peel her eyes away from Jack.
Jack looked like his eyes might pop out of h
is head. They darted back and forth between hers and the curve of her ass that was accentuated by the way she was arching her back. For him. And…maybe a little bit for Carter.
This caused her to shudder.
It was still a mystery to her why she’d decided to indulge Jack’s strange fantasy. It was confusing how conveniently it paired with her own. Her mind wandered back, recapturing the feeling in the store when Carter had first told her she had nice legs. She was supposed to be outraged by that, for gosh sake's. Not aroused.
Why was she so aroused?
There was no time to ponder the question. Carter was climbing onto the bed. His big club of a dick in his hand, not even a tiny bit deflated for having creamed all over her face. Which reminded her that she still wore his mark across her cheek.
Disgusting. Depraved. And…somehow delicious?
It made her shudder. She’d liked the taste of his sperm. He hadn’t showered after a hard days work in the sun. He’d reeked of musky sweat. But when the first hot shot of his emission had kissed her tongue she couldn’t help but guzzle it down.
None of that tart, acrid sting that Jack’s semen had. It tasted…sweet.
Carter’s rough palm slapping her ass made her yelp. Craning her neck to look over her shoulder she shot daggers in his direction. Even wriggled a little when he grabbed her waist, like she was trying to get away.
Jack’s bulge was enormous. His stare drilled through her and only heightened her own arousal.
When Carter’s cock touched her soaked center lips, she tightened and tried to pull away. “Wait,” she said, breathless. “You’re not going to wear a condom?”
Carter looked at her with a dead stare. “I don’t do plastic. It’s choking the oceans.”
For some reason Emily hadn’t even considered this. Surely Jack would object? To have another man’s bare cock inside his wife’s pussy was so…it seemed too intimate. Didn’t it?
Once again there was no time for contemplation. Carter, cock in hand, pressed against the tension of her constricted Kegels. He raised a hand and slapped her ass again.
The sharp burst of pain loosened her up.
Carter threw his head back as he drove his fat cock into her cunt with a low groan.
Emily’s mouth fell open at the way he stretched her. She’d never felt so tight. His cock slid through her lips, rubbed against her walls in a way that made her feel virgin again. As it snaked inside her she could feel the outline of the gnarly vein against her soft pink flesh.
She mewled as he stuffed that thick thing into her. When she felt the tip of his prick come to what she thought was the end of her sex, she reached a hand back and touched his pelvis. “That’s it,” she grunted. “That’s all I can take.” She glanced over her shoulder to see a grin spread across his lips.
Carter twisted her hips. He drew his cock out of her a bit.
Emily sighed with relief. She arched her back a little more as her eyes fell to Carter disappearing inside her, daring him to try and pack the rest in. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Jack had yanked his cock out of his pants and was jerking himself off. Absolutely filthy.
“You’ve got a lot to learn,” Carter grunted. With a final, powerful thrust, he stabbed the remaining two inches of himself deep into her canal.
Emily’s toes curled and she sucked in three short breaths. No one had ever touched her there. She didn’t even know that place inside herself existed. And the pleasure that lanced up her spine, tickling the base of her brain, was unlike any she’d ever felt.
Carter started to fuck. Fuck. There was no other word for it. Not “make love” or “have sex.” He pounded his cock into her sex, her tits shaking with each thrust.
Emily slipped into a place inside her mind she’d never known, either. It was a quiet place filled with pleasure. Unthinkable pleasure. She was being used. Her body no more than a receptacle, an avenue for Carter to reach his pleasure through. It was that that made the first contraction of a climax clench between her legs.
Emily the soccer mom who made sandwiches for her husband every morning was being fucked like a whore.
She heard herself scream though didn’t feel herself making the sound. It was as if she were outside her own body, looking down from above to see this pig of a man having his way with her.
And there was Jack. Watching and stroking his dick like he was trying to rub the skin off. Why was that so hot?
Through the orgasm there came a whisper. A vile, evil thing that gripped her heart. You remembered to take your birth control, right Emily? It brought another wave of climax surging over her.
That this strange man who was about to unload inside her belly unprotected, had the potential of planting his seed inside her body, making her swell with life, was the most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever known. She screamed again.
Carter roared behind her.
The walls seemed to come crashing down around Emily. Her vision tunnelled, mind narrowing in on the single point inside it that was causing ecstasy to gush through her entire body.
What would it be like to carry Carter’s child?
The room rearranged itself. Sucked out of her dark place, she was Emily again. The Emily she’d been for the last twenty years and longer. Except this Emily had another man’s dick inside her. This Emily could feel his sperm running in rivulets down her leg, staining the sheets of her marital bed. This Emily’s husband was on the verge of his own climax watching his wife be defiled.
Carter lunged into her deepest part again and held himself there.
Over her shoulder Emily saw him wave at Jack. “Come here, buddy,” he growled. “Spray it on your whore wife’s face,” he ordered.
This made Emily’s jaw fall open. Disgusting. Surely Jack wouldn’t…
He did. Walking over practically on tiptoes, cock in hand, he pointed the head of his hose at her face as his body bucked. A spurt of his emission came flying out and splattered across Emily’s cheek.
It was dirty. It was lewd. Emily’s pussy clenched around Carter’s still-swollen manhood.
Jack spewed another gush of spunk. It caught her on the forehead and made her realize she was still covered in Carter’s cum.
Shame and humiliation caused her cheeks to flare red. And still she liked it. Wanted more. Wanted it again the next day and the day after that. What had she become?
Carter hauled his cock out of her dripping, stretched pussy. More of him ran from her.
Emily stayed on all fours not knowing what to do next. What did one do next in these situations? What was there to say?
“Shit,” Carter said, exhaling heavily. “Who knew that could be so much fun?”
Jack was in front of her, holding his cock still pointed at her chin.
Carter slapped her ass again.
Emily’s jaw went tight and she glanced back at him trying to look furious. But he had her number. She knew it. He knew the way her stomach hollowed as she watched him put on his pants and tuck that monster inside. He knew how much she craved him.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” Carter said. He grinned at Jack. “Maybe I’ll fuck your wife for lunch.” His chuckle faded as he walked down the steps and out the door.
Then it was just her and Jack and this thing that they’d started. She turned to look at him, his cum running down her cheek. “Was that what you wanted?” It was a ridiculous thing to ask. She was putting this all on him, which wasn’t fair. She was as responsible for this as he was.
She just couldn’t face that yet.
Chapter Thirteen
To compare what he’d just witnessed to certain milestones in life like watching his children born or seeing them graduate would have been obscene and pushed the boundaries of good taste, so Jack didn’t. But standing there with his cock still in hand, staring at Emily who was covered in his and another man’s cum, Jack understood that a profound part of his nature had changed.
A few days ago Emily, though she hadn’t known it, had, through her femin
inity and ignorance of the same, held a tremendous sway over Jack. He lived in fear of it. In fear that she might discover it, come to know what it was and use it for the same thing women have been using it for since we first emerged from a primordial sludge: Control.
He had, as most men do, found ways to cage Emily, to keep her in the dark, so to speak, about this gift she had and how she could use it. Because imagine that a woman as beautiful as her learned that she could think for herself? What would that mean for Jack?
Surely having tasted the forbidden fruit of the attention of the other men, she would become a slave to the feeling? Which is why Jack had done his level best to keep her from discovering her true nature.
But now she had. She’d indulged it. She’d let a rude and arrogant man fuck her in a way Jack never had. The evidence still coated her cheek.
And Jack was still there. He was still himself, though changed, but he was standing. He hadn’t broken down in tears. He was still able to breathe and blink and feel and what surprised him most was that this didn’t even feel that bad. Quite the contrary. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
Emily eyed him with an unsmiling stare. She didn’t look angry but she wasn’t her usual pleasant self.
Jack wondered if he’d offended her by finishing on her face. In the heat of the moment Carter’s suggestion had rung in his ears and it hadn’t even really been his decision. The room seemed to tilt him toward Emily and then it happened. Was she mad? “I’m sorry about…”
Emily shook her head. She rolled over onto her side, then onto her back and scuttled back towards the headboard.
Jack’s eyes went wide. She was a mess. Covered in semen, her makeup running, she looked like a wreck. His cock flexed in his hand. Jack rounded the bed and sat on the edge. He slid his hand over the sheets and touched Emily’s fingers with his. “Did you like that?” he whispered.
A faint smile turned up the corner’s of Emily’s mouth. She tilted her head and touched his cheek with her hand and, for a moment, almost seemed like she felt sorry for him. “I fucking loved it,” she said quietly.
