by Matthew Lee
I could do nothing except watch as that huge head made contact, covering my wife's vaginal opening completely; pulling in the surrounding flesh as he slowly sank the first inch into her. Her loud moan filled the surrounding forest. Gideon placed his giant hands around her waist and held her in place. Amy's gaze was glued to her own pussy, watching her lips expand and stretch wide to accommodate Gideon's hard penis. Her labia flowered, welcoming his intrusion. He pulled back a little and his shaft gleamed and glistened with my wife's juices, positioned himself for a better angle, then once more began sliding his iron hard cock into my wife.
Amy growled and pushed her hips towards him.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!”
Gideon was methodical and relentless. Amy was too small to handle a penis that size but he was forcing her to anyway and her body was rapidly adapting. She twisted and raised her hips, helping him get the whole thing inside her. It took a minute or two but eventually they succeeded and I had to face a disastrous truth; another man was fucking my wife.
I was in shock. All four of them began working together to fuck Amy on Gideon's cock. She adjusted to his size a little and he was able to saw the whole length and girth in and out of her on every thrust. Soon the cry of her orgasm filled the forest. Brian and John played with her big tits and pinched her sensitive nipples and Gideon's merciless pounding hips quickly drove her into a second climax. I was a wreck.
Gideon took Amy from Brian and John. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and her weight meant nothing to him. This man was as strong as a bear. He fucked her standing up for a bit and then lifted her off his dick and turned her away from him, placing her on her hands and knees on the forest floor. His penis glittered in the firelight. Gideon moved behind my wife and pushed his big cock back up inside her tight cunt.
Brian came around to her face and knelt, offering her his stiff penis. He wasn't circumcised and was covered with veins. Amy hesitated only a second; two men? She'd never done anything like this before in her life. She reached her lips out for his dick and he leaned in. Her lips found his throbbing head and enveloped it, wrapping tight, hot, and wet around his glans. Brian groaned and then he held her and pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. John came over to stand by me. Together we watched these two men handle my wife.
“This must be killing you,” he chuckled.
I raised an eyebrow at him. Dumbass.
“Don't take it too hard,” he continued. “Gideon has led many married women astray. He's got a power over them. We all knew from the minute we saw you all next door he'd be fucking your woman. Sure as night turns into day. Now here we are.”
Thankfully he shut up. The shock was wearing off and tectonic plates were shifting inside my head. I was able to view the raw sex in front of me with less hurt. In some ways it was incredibly sexy. Amy looked like the hottest porn star I'd ever witnessed and somehow, because I knew her and had an intimate connection to her, the sex was way more erotic. I was still suffering serious emotional turmoil but a small and very male piece of my brain had begun processing the spectacle in front of me. I am highly visual and it was impossible to ignore the sights and sounds on display.
Brian started breathing faster and I heard him tell Amy to swallow his cum when he gave it to her. She moaned and nodded yes, pushing her lips farther down his shaft and bobbing her head faster. Brian hollered as he erupted, spraying her tongue and tonsils.
“Give it to her!” John encouraged. I glanced down at John's dick, which was about the same size as mine, and watched him playing with it as Amy swallowed Brian's sperm. When Brian finished John slapped me on the back.
“My turn,” he taunted. “If she still has the energy after we all get finished with her, you can maybe get some too.” He moved to take Brian's place and Amy welcomed his penis into her mouth without question.
John was not the experienced cocksman Brian and Gideon clearly were. He held Amy too tight and fucked her mouth too hard. She coughed and gagged several times until Gideon told him to calm the fuck down, which he did, but what surprised me most was Amy's reaction; she didn't mind at all. She hadn't struggled or tried to make him stop. She hadn't pulled away one bit. In fact, I saw her lean into it and heard her moan. Gideon was working her pussy unceasingly and John was hard-fucking her mouth and she loved it. John lasted no time and soon held her head and shot down her throat. Amy gulped and swallowed and gulped and swallowed.
Gideon stopped and withdrew his long beefy shank from Amy's insides. He stood.
“I'm taking her to my tent,” he announced to all of us. “Don't fucking bother us.”
He helped my wife to her feet and led her to his tent. As he opened the flap she cast an aroused but guilty look my way. I tried to think of something to say, but what? At this point any protest I made would be too little too late. He motioned her inside and she quickly complied, dropping to the floor and rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs as he stepped inside and dropped the flap. The last view I had of my wife was Gideon kneeling between her thighs, his erect cock pointed directly at her tiny slit.
Just like that she was gone. John and Brian pulled shorts and boots back on and announced they were headed for a moonlight swim. I fell into an empty chair, bewildered. What the fuck do I do now?
There was no point in returning to my tent as long as Amy was in his. The sounds of John and Brian making their way to the lake diminished and soon the camp was silent except for the low crackling and occasional pop of the fire. I heard a feminine giggle from Gideon's tent followed by kissing. Then I heard my wife gasp. I wondered if that massive head had just nudged her labia. I heard a deep, rumbling voice mutter “take it all” and then Amy moaned. The walls of the tent began to gently sway.
Then something strange and unexpected happened. To my shock and confusion, my penis began to grow. Here in my lonely private moment, with no one around to taunt or tease or judge me, a deeply buried excitement slowly rose to the surface. In no time I was uncomfortably stiff in my pants. I turned an ear towards the lake and thought I heard John and Brian splashing in the distance, so I undid my shorts and withdrew my stiff and pulsing penis. How could I possibly be turned on at a time like this? Another man was at that very moment moving inside my wife and yet I had an erection? I did not understand this at all.
Inside the tent Amy cried out. Gideon had made her orgasm yet again. How was he able to make her do that? It lasted a long time and Gideon kept fucking her all the way through it. Eventually the walls stopped moving and I heard muffled whispers. What were they saying? Curiosity got the best of me and I crawled right up to the canvas wall.
“How do you make it do that?” I heard Amy ask, breathless.
“I clench a muscle at the base of my cock. You like it?”
“God yes. I feel the whole length and width expand and stretch my pussy. Are you forcing more blood into it?”
“Yeah.”
“You fill my pussy, Gideon. I've never had a cock as big as yours. I love how you feel inside me like this.”
“Me too Baby.”
I heard rustling and bodies moving.
“Amy, are you on birth control? I'm going to cum inside you.”
“No, but don't worry about it. Don't pull out. I'd love to feel that gorgeous beast explode inside me. I want it.”
Those were hard words for me to hear. They hurt, but for reasons unknown to me they did not make me angry. In fact, they made me hard to the point I began leaking pre-cum from the slit in my dick. My balls were tingling with sexual tension and I wrapped my hand around my penis and tugged a few times. It felt amazing. I realized in spite of everything that had happened to me and the sick feeling in my stomach, I could cum easily. Gideon was fucking my beautiful wife just inches away and I was close to orgasm because of it.
More kissing sounds drifted through the wall and I heard Gideon's hips begin to move again. My imagination supplied all the detail I needed; I saw his fat tub
e of flesh, slick with my wife's arousal, piston in and out of her tight pussy.
Her moans began at once, followed by his deep, barrel-chested growling. I was sure he was driving his dick as deep as he could on every thrust. The sounds of slapping flesh assaulted my ears. I was dazed and nauseous, worried what all this meant, fearful I had lost Amy, and deeply and profoundly aroused. Confusion spun my head around.
Inside the tent Gideon sucked a bushel of air.
“Here it comes girl! Oh fuck! You are so tight!”
Amy whimpered and then urged him on. “Give it to me you fucking bastard! Fuck me! Shoot your cum inside me!”
My hand started moving up and down my penis without me even thinking about it. The tingling spread up from my balls and I almost came too quickly. I slowed down. I perversely wanted to cum at the same time Gideon filled my wife. The flesh-slapping sped up.
“Take it!” he yelled. “Oh holy fuck! AAAA! Here it is! Unh! AAAAA!”
My sperm shot up and out at the exact moment Gideon's did. Their slapping bodies drove me higher and with each jet that left my body I knew one was leaving his and flooding Amy’s. It may have been the most powerful orgasm of my life. I was stunned by the power of it. The knowledge that Gideon was inseminating my wife at that very moment was powerfully erotic for me. My hips jerked and my back arched. I heard Amy climax again, her cry smothered by the bulk of Gideon's huge body. Hot sperm ran down my knuckles.
Everything went quiet except for the heavy breathing coming from the tent.
John's playful yell of delight drifted up from the lake followed by a loud splash. The forest was still. Soon more kissing sounds reached my ears and I bent closer.
“You're still hard,” I heard Amy breathe.
“Yeah, you're still fucking gorgeous.”
“No! Don't pull it out. Leave it in. You feel so good in there. I've never felt anything like it. Your cock makes my pussy sigh.”
Gideon laughed and Amy joined him. I heard then snuggle and kiss some more and then their voices dropped too low for me to hear. Time passed. Eventually Amy spoke. “I have to check on him you know. I can't just leave him out there.”
“That's cool, go ahead, but you're going to spend the night with me. Let him know that's how it's got to be.”
“Okay.”
Rustling fabrics told me she was getting ready to open the tent and come out. I took two quick steps to the chair and plopped down but I didn't have time to put my shorts back on. Amy would know. A long zipper sounded and then she was there, looking down at me, taking in my deflated penis and cum spattered legs. Surprise flashed across her face quickly replaced by elation. I saw her guilt evaporate in an instant. She wore a giant Harley Davidson T-shirt.
“You got off?” she asked, but it might as well have been a statement.
I nodded, unable to admit it in words.
“Well, well, that sure opens up some possibilities. Baby, I'm so sorry it all happened like that. It was all so fast. I wish we could have talked about it first. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”
I nodded again, looking at my shriveled penis. “Confused. Are we finished? Are you leaving me? Are you with Gideon now? ”
“Oh Baby! No! No Way. I have to admit I am drawn to him. You saw that yourself. I've always laughed at the notion of animal-magnetism but now here it is right in front of me. I felt powerless. I couldn't tell him no.”
She squatted and lifted my dick with her fingertips, swirling a drop of cum that had leaked from the tip.
“I was so afraid you'd be outraged,” she said. “I mean, your reaction when it all first started was pretty surprising. You just kind of stood there and watched them all have me. I guess that's why I went along with it so easily. But when he took me into his tent I worried you'd freak out. But you didn't, did you? Instead of getting mad you got hard.”
She carried the drop to her mouth and sucked it off her finger. From inside the tent we heard Gideon call her name. She stood, awkwardly unsure how to tell me what I already knew.
“Baby?” she began.
I cut her off. “I heard. Is that what you want to do? Stay the night with him?”
She studied my face, trying to guess what my reaction would be. She took a deep breath and decided the best choice was honesty.
“Yes,” she exhaled. “This is all so crazy but I want to see where it goes. Don't worry Honey. I belong to you.”
I knew she was waiting for me to give her my blessing or at least let her know I would be okay, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. We both heard Gideon call her again and she turned her head to look at the tent.
She looked back at me. “Baby?” she asked.
Before I could respond the flap moved and Gideon was standing there; strong and confident and powerful, completely nude, thick legs and barrel chest, his big horse-penis hanging down from its own weight. I looked at the penis that had just been inside Amy.
When I still didn't answer Amy leaned over and kissed the top of my head.
“I'll see you in the morning,” she said, and walked to his tent. They disappeared inside and the zipper came down. A light came on and I saw their silhouettes cast against the wall. Amy removed her T-shirt and Gideon's hands went to her breasts. They kissed and Gideon doused the light.
Fuck.
So many emotions were swirling around inside me it was impossible to define what I was feeling exactly. The truth is I was feeling all of them at the same time. One would assert itself and for a moment I experienced that feeling, but then it was gone and replaced by another. After a minute or two of just sitting there paralyzed I heard Amy slurp and I knew his cock was in her mouth and lust rose to the surface and my penis twitched. Before I was able to move next to the tent again John and Brian returned. They stood at the edge of the clearing, surveying the scene and quickly figured out what had happened.
“Zipper's down Dude,” John said. “Go home. Gideon will give her back to you in the morning. We're gonna crash.”
What choice did I have really?
I pulled on my shorts and sandals, bid them goodnight, and returned to the tent I had been sharing with Amy.
I fell asleep fast but woke after only a couple hours. The excitement had drained away. In fact, all other emotions had drained away except for jealousy and anxiety, and those two had me tied in a knot. Should I march back over there and demand she come back with me? Was she waiting for me to do that? What if she said no?
I remembered her eyes when Gideon had called her back to the tent; she definitely wanted to spend more time with him. No, we were well past me making demands like a jealous husband. The damage was done; he'd fucked her already and virtually with my consent. No point in locking the barn door after the horse has been stolen.
But just lying here until she returned to me seemed impossible. No way was I falling back asleep again. Maybe another orgasm would help?
I closed my eyes and tried to fantasize. Normally all I had to do was remember Amy sucking my dick and I'd get there fast, but not this time. As soon as my eyes closed I saw Amy on all fours, a cock in her mouth and Gideon behind her, pounding away at her little pussy.
I opened my eyes.
I closed them and tried again.
I saw Amy's full lips wrapped around Gideon's shaft, her tongue sneaking out to slather his huge balls.
I opened my eyes.
My penis was hard.
No way was I jacking off to Gideon taking my woman.
I unzipped my mummy bag intending to take a piss. The night was still warm so I slipped on just my sandals, ignoring my shorts. Nobody would be prowling the woods at this hour. I stepped out into the darkness and walked away from our camp, finding a perfect spot next to a huge pine. I took care of business.
Amy's moan was so low I almost missed it. The moon had risen and while it wasn't full, it still provided enough light for me to move silently. I crept towards the sound and soon heard it again, louder now because I was closer.
They had spread a blanket out under the stars. Amy was on her back and Gideon had her legs over his shoulders and bent back towards her breasts. Her hands tenderly held his face as they kissed. He moved in and out of her now with a practiced ease. Gone were the awkward movements of new love; his huge hands held her waist and her vulnerable position allowed him to bury every mighty inch on every stroke. He was so far up inside her he had to be inside her womb. They moved like they had known each other their entire lives, but a hunger guided them; she wanted him as deep as she could take him, he wanted to utterly conquer and own her.
My penis began to rise instantly. Hating myself a little, I took it in hand and stroked. They were kissing when she climaxed on his huge cock. When he came inside her, she'd wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deep. I shot when he did, again, and I confess once again it was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. I did not understand what was driving me but the proof was impossible to refute; I loved watching my wife fucked by a big, hard cock. They cuddled, staring up at the stars. Amy wrapped her fingers around his penis, just to hold it. I watched them talking, unable to hear their words. He rose to an elbow just to gaze down at her beauty.
Now I was drowsy. My orgasm had drained me in every way. I returned to my tent and fell asleep, not waking until nude Amy slipped into my bag with me. The tent held a faint glow of pre-dawn. She looked so good my heart ached. Sex with Gideon left her glowing and a beautiful mess. I reached for her pussy but she stopped my hand, whispering how tender she was. She moved and the next moment I felt her hot mouth close around my penis. I came quickly and she gulped it down.
She crawled back up my chest and we snuggled inside my bag. After several silent minutes, I spoke.
