Cherry Blossoms

by KT Morrison

“Don’t leave.”

  “No, I’m not leaving,” he said.

  Rocco and Nia lowered so they were kneeling, kissing the whole way down, eyes closed, hands rubbing and touching. Rocco’s size had swollen. Sickeningly large and wrinkled, loose skin and webbing arcing from his shaft to his balls.

  “Turn,” he said to Nia.

  She met his eyes, turned, kept them, looking over her shoulder as she showed her rump to him. His hand went across her narrow back, almost as broad, and he guided her forward. Her hair hung down and grazed the deck as she got on to her hands and knees, her sex exposed to Rocco.

  “You like to watch?” he said to Geoff. He was on one knee, lined up behind his wife, one hand stroking that thing he had.

  Geoff didn't answer, stood now with both hands covering his genitals.

  “Come here,” Rocco said.

  Nia warned him, “Rocco, don’t...”

  “He likes to watch,” he said. “I‘m showing him,” irritation in his voice.

  Geoff stepped to the side so he could see between Nia’s legs. She was so pretty, her body so beautiful, even shamefully bent on the deck like this for another man. Dino turned away, looking out over the lake.

  “This what you want to see?” he said, taking his cock and rolling the big sagging foreskin, dragging his enormous glans in the space between Nia’s anus and her sex. Nia’s toes curled.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “You like this?”

  “Yeah,” he said.

  Nia said, “Rocco, please...”

  “Want to watch it close?”

  “I am,” Geoff said, not showing Rocco the reaction he wanted.

  He slipped the head of his cock into Nia. Used his middle fingers to guide it into her, pushing down so it wouldn’t slip up her crack. Nia gasped a high sound of pain.

  “She’s okay,” Rocco said. “She likes it. She likes this cock. She likes it deep.”

  “I know,” Geoff said.

  A hand held his arm and he looked to see Dino, eyes averted, pulling Geoff towards him. He went with it, guided to walk to Nia’s front where her hands were spread out on the deck. Dino didn’t say anything but he held a hand out like an usher, showing him a free seat in front of his wife. Guiding him to get down.

  Rocco slid deeper, his hands spread across her bent over cheeks, watching his own manhood slip inside her pussy. Nia gasped and raised her head, saw her husband, and he got on his knees in front of her.

  “Ah...you, ah, okay...baby?” she asked him.

  “I’m fine, you okay?”

  “He feels good, Geoff.”

  “Okay,” he told her, but her eyes were closed. He ran his hands through her hair, scratched her scalp behind her ears. “You look amazing,” he said.

  “Oh, mm, thank you, Geoff, oh...”

  He inched closer, got his knees under her head and ran his hands over her back. Her hand gripped his cock. It had faded. And Rocco’s performance had wilted it further, but feeling her hand on him brought an ache under his balls and it stiffened quickly.

  Rocco had his cock wet from her and he slipped it in and out now, making her rock with his movements. Nia's head worked its way to his belly, her face turned to the side in the crease where his hip met his thigh. “Watch your nose, baby,” he reminded her.

  “I know,” she gasped as she was thrust into, knocking her body against him.

  “He's not hurting you, is he?”

  “God, no, Geoff, he feels...so fucking good.”

  “You're so obsessed with me hurting her,” Rocco grunted behind her, facing him. His hairy thighs were spread on either side of Nia’s smooth bronze-skinned legs, his hairy chest and belly shining as he gave her his monster. Sweat gleamed on his rippling dragon-drawn arms as he held her rump, pushed and pulled it towards his movements.

  “Oh,” Geoff gasped, looked down to see his tip inside Nia’s mouth. Her lips pouted and squeezed around the end of him, rocking against him with her lover's thrusts.

  He said, “I care about her...”

  “You like it? Like her getting hurt? You like her limping around your shitty little house after she's been with me? You get off on that? Off on seeing her used by a real man?”

  “Fuck off,” he said.

  “Like seeing her get punched til her nose breaks?”

  Nia lifted off him, “Hey,” she said, “stop.”

  She climbed Geoff’s belly with her forearms and he helped her up. “Stop,” she said again, twisting to look at him.

  “Don't worry,” Geoff laughed. “He can't get to me. He can’t...don't worry.”

  “Yeah, I can,” Rocco said. “You don’t even know. I could. I could get you good.”

  “Don’t you dare...” Nia hissed now and wrenched round, her face twisted fiercely.

  Dino said, “Rocco...” and Geoff looked over his shoulder to see Dino watching his brother with grave warning.

  “Stop,” Nia said again and she pushed with her knees toward Geoff and he cradled her, helping her slide off Rocco. He hugged her to him and Rocco slumped back on his heels.

  Geoff said, “She just wants to have fun, Rocco. Why do you have to ruin it for her? Ruin it for everyone?”

  Rocco stared him in the eye, the corners of his mouth bowing down, his brow coming low.

  Dino said, “He’s right. Just be fuckin cool.”

  NIA

  Rocco couldn't share. She knew that about him. It wasn't a surprise. He wanted to ruin it. He wanted no one else to have her.

  “Stop,” she said again.

  Her back was kept to Rocco. Both on their knees she kissed Geoff, leaning on him, her hands holding his arms.

  “Dino,” she said then, needing his strength. “Dino, baby, come,” she said, encouraging him with a waving hand. “Please, Dino,” she said. He was looming over them, standing while they were all on their knees. Sun shining on his beautiful skin. He came to her, down on one knee next to where she was, next to Geoff.

  “Baby, lay with me,” she told him, still keeping her back to Rocco. Geoff's hands rubbed her belly, let her go as Dino helped her to lay on her side on the hot deck. Laying next to her old lover, their eyes stared deep into one another. Knowing so much about each other, but not knowing what this was they were doing today. Both lost and bewildered by what was happening. Not even sure if this was good or bad. She knew though—she knew deep down this was what she wanted. What she'd always wanted. She wanted it all. Wanted everything for herself.

  “Kiss me,” she said, her hand stroking up his muscular arm, up the curve of his solid shoulder. They kissed, their mouths working together so well, the two of them learned to kiss with one another. Dino felt so good. “Baby,” she whispered, pulling and looking in his eyes again. He smiled, and it meant the world.

  Geoff was there then. Always the good guy. Always the thoughtful one. Bringing her a cushion he’d found on the chair perched on the penthouse. He slipped it under her head, and she scooted back so Dino could join her on its soft warm surface. She closed her eyes and she kissed the boy she first fell in love with. Those big strong hands of his explored her body, up her side and over her breasts. He made her heart beat fast. His skin was hot and oily to the touch. Like that sunny day they'd made love on a Mediterranean beach when they were young. She explored him, up and down his chest and his belly. One hand stayed between his legs, hefting and playing with his cock, feeling it grow under her fingers.

  “Nia, I’d never, I swear.” It was Rocco at her ear, his body heat against her back now, two Dragonieri men on either side of her.

  “What?” she gasped, her heart rate rising.

  “Nia, I'd never say anything. I swear. I wouldn't do that to you. I love you.” The weight of his heavy hand pressed the narrow of her waist.

  “Oh Rocco, I love you too,” she said, turning to him, her hand coming over her head to caress the side of his face. His lips kissed at her cheekbone.

  Thick fingers gripped her above her knee and spread her leg
s. A breeze parted her thighs and she got a chill through her damp creases. Dino touched her pussy and she reeled—a cry escaped her. Rocco held her legs apart and Dino slid those perfect fingers through her sopping flesh. This was her dream. Her fantasy. And her husband watched.

  “Ah, someone, ah...fuck me,” she cried, her face turning, eyes closed, but her vision lighting up orange with the bright of the sun. She turned to Geoff, hoped he watched, hoped he saw the gift of ecstasy he gave her. Saw the look on her face brought by his greatest gift he'd ever given her.

  “Oh please,” she sighed, a smile bringing up the corners of her mouth. The tip of Rocco's cock pressed her, mashing her flesh as his thick end sought to part her.

  “That's it,” she moaned

  His big fist pressed her inner thighs, bumping as he lined up that weapon. She needed it.

  Still Dino's hands played her, retreating, spreading her hood and pressing on her swollen clit. She saw sparks.

  “You’re more beautiful than ever,” Dino said, looking in her eyes.

  “Fuck,” she grunted as Rocco's big size went high in her belly again. He slipped deep, straining her sensitive membranes, feeling like she was tearing. With the practice she'd had with her large lovers she knew she wouldn't. Knew she could take them.

  Her mind reeled, like she was falling back towards a bed of flowers, falling and falling but never landing. She forced her eyes to open, scrambling to see her husband. “Geoff,” she gasped, saw him then, kneeling at their feet and watching with excitement. He smiled and she gave him back one that was even bigger. “I love you, Geoff,” she said.

  He gripped her ankle and his simple touch sent her over the edge. A tremble shook through her belly, made her heave and gasp for breath. “Ah, mm,” she sighed, feeling overwhelmed with exquisite pleasure, arching her back and writhing against her lovers.

  Rocco gripped her arm above her elbow and he peeled her open, folding her slender arm behind her, chest thrust to his brother, her breasts shoved to him. She tilted her chin, Dino kissed her neck, kissed her collar—she ached for more.

  A third mouth came to her, sucking and wet. A gentle loving mouth, seizing her on her taut nipple, pulling and sucking on her. “Mm, Geoff,” she sighed, her eyes rolling around, lost, seeing Dino’s face, seeing Geoff’s thick sandy hair falling over her at her shoulder. He played with her bud in his lips, suspended over her, his arms between her and her two men. Rocco thrust into her, in and out, giving her a little at a time, not controlling, not taking her from her others. Dino kissed her neck again, up her chin, took her lips. His hand stroked her wetness and she gasped into his mouth.

  “Fuck,” she hissed, “make me come, please, God, I want to come...”

  Geoff's hand stroked her belly while he sucked her breasts, plucking her where she was so sensitive. She could feel men touching every bit of her. Her husband's legs over hers, his cock slipping along her inner thigh, Rocco had her back, his hot hairy skin scratching at her with his powerful but restrained movement, his hand pulling her apart, exposing her, his cock spreading her wide. Dino had her front, his kisses had her neck, his hand roamed under Geoff. She had one hand up on Rocco and another hand down low, clumsily stroking Dino's foreskin over his swollen glans.

  She rose and rose, her heart beats pumping flames into a hot air balloon, taking her up higher than she'd ever gone, so high it threatened destruction, still the flames came and she rose to the thinnest of air, her mind growing dim and weak, her heart thudding in her ears, wet subsonic suction, her lungs struggled for air and she swore she would die, but if you had to go...

  GEOFF

  Nia coughed, screamed, and cried when they made her come. Bucked and seized like she was dying. Her body stiffened under them, rigid, twisted one way then the other. It got Geoff laughing. His heart burst for her. She gasped and babbled, her hair thrashed and she beat her fists on them. They didn't stop. They kept her pinned. Forced her orgasm on her. Squeezed every drop out of it if she was ready or not. She cried to stop, cried for them to let her go but their mouths stayed, their hands played and Rocco thrust. She clawed them, begged, pulled her own hair.

  “Okay, okay,” Geoff whispered, coming up to her, holding her shoulder, “okay, baby,” he said.

  She gasped and moaned as they ceased. Her chest heaved, up and down like a dying beast. She glistened in the sun. She had never been more beautiful. Nia had received something she always wanted. She got her wish. He'd granted it.

  “Shh-shh,” he said, his hand soothing the heaving space between her two breasts. “It's okay, Nia, it's okay.”

  “Oh, oh,” she cried over and over. Her hands covered her face, either side of her broken nose. She snorted breath through the space between the two edges of her palms. “Oh God, oh,” she sighed.

  He laughed, kissed the back of her hands. They parted and he touched his lips to hers. Her eyes happy but glassy. He kissed lower. Kissed down her chest, pressed his cheek and ear to her hot belly, flicked his tongue at her belly button. He could feel Dino's organ behind him, against his hair, but he didn't care. He kissed his wife, kissed her body.

  She writhed again, a moan building above him as she came to life once more. Rocco resumed. Pushed himself into her, her tummy swelling forward against Geoff’s face. He kissed lower, found where she was wet, sucked her swollen hood into his mouth, pulled her flesh past his teeth and felt a terrible rumble through her. He could feel Rocco’s cock lurking under him, some subterranean thing pitching in his wife's insides. In and out, he felt it under his tongue, in her body below. He could smell him, smell his maleness, smell his tropical tanning oil, heard the shredding of his hairy cock through his Nia's membranes. But the scent of his wife was strong. That familiar arousal, that wet hot smell synonymous with the love of his life. Dino's thigh bumped his back as he resumed above, kissing her or touching her. Geoff worked her button, pressed it in his lips, bit at it, ran his tongue around it. They brought her close again, brought high gasps out of her, desperate sounds like she would orgasm another time.

  Rocco thrust harder, bucking his hips against her rump and bouncing her against Geoff’s mouth. He rose, kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. He sat then on his knees between her held open legs and watched.

  Rocco held her open still, that wide thing stretching her past what seemed possible for pleasure, looking more like the day he watched his daughter being born. She wriggled between the two Dragonieris. They were beautiful big strong men; her fantasy. They treated her with respect, loving her, being good to her. He rubbed her ankles, up and down feeling her calves and her sun-heated little feet. She came again, a long winding thing, no screams this time just a low wail. Rocco was desperate now, his balls bouncing on his thigh as he pumped with growing ferocity. Nia’s head twisted between them, eyes closed and face happy but mouth open and panting like she was in pain. Her hand stroked Dino again. Dino held her breast and he kissed at her neck.

  Rocco growled, “I'm going to come.”

  “Come for me,” she gasped, “oh come, Rocco...”

  “I'm going to fill you up, fill up that pussy...”

  “Fill it,” she cried, “I want to feel you...”

  Her knee was pulled farther, spreading her wider. Rocco fucked her now to come. Fucked her for himself, for his own pleasure, his own release. He pounded his weapon into her, desperate to eject his pent-up passion. He'd been good for so long, but his balls were going to boil over.

  “C’mon baby, give it to me,” she gasped.

  He grunted, tightened, his back arched and he drove himself deep inside her. Geoff watched. Point blank, front row seat to his wife being defiled by another man. Those huge balls of his climbed up, straddled his shaft. They flexed and released, over and over and he roared as he shot stream after hot stream up into Nia. He pulled out, thrust in again and she yelped. Semen squirted around his shaft, drooled out her folds and dripped between her cheeks. Geoff looked away.

  Rocco thrust and thrust again. Nia’s
leg, below where Rocco gripped her, bobbing with his force. “I feel you, I feel you,” she chanted. She had a hand up again over her shoulder, turned to him, kissing him while her nails scratched at his cheek.

  They lay and kissed like that for a while and Dino slowed, his hand just smoothing around her neck. Nia's lips kissed and sucked at Rocco’s. He looked in her eyes.

  “Oh, aw,” she sighed as he withdrew himself from her. His thing spilled out and slapped her thigh. Her sex had been left open, spread by his size. Pearly seed swelled in the space that slowly closed in his absence. Her legs came together and closed and she rolled to her side, facing Dino.

  “Wait,” Geoff said and he reached back and plucked the clean shirt Dino had brought him from the bench. “Here, Nia,” he said and he eased her legs open. He covered her up with the shirt, didn't want to look again and see what the big man had done to her.

  She smiled at him, her hand blocking the sun, her narrowed eyes watching him. “Thank you, baby,” she said. He worked it through her folds, felt the shirt get heavy with Rocco’s wet being pulled from her. He worked it over and over her, down between her cheeks and back. Tossed the shirt aside and he kissed her below her belly button, wanting to go lower but not in front of these two men.

  Dino got her to sit, the two of them facing each other, looking into each other's eyes. He wondered what Dino thought of his love. His old flame, his fiery Nia. This was what broke them, he was sure of it. This was what had ended them. Dino couldn't handle her. All these years later he seemed to still care for her, but now that he was a lover and not her mate he was growing appreciative. But he'd just watched his own brother fuck her and come inside her.

  He brushed her hair from her injured face. Geoff could see from this angle the puffiness of her upper lip, the swollen profile it took now. His poor girl. She suffered so much. There was something inside her and he hoped what she got today would feed its hunger, keep whatever it was from consuming her. He held her cheeks and rubbed her with his thumbs. They smiled. They were both stunning. Trim and tan and raven haired. They shone in the sun; glossy hair, glimmering bronze skin. They looked like they were meant to be together. Dino couldn't do what Geoff did for her. She needed her husband.