by KT Morrison
“That’s it, Moric,” she said.
He pushed in but it was too thick again, just mashing into her, pulling her cheeks and the flesh of her thighs tight, all of it moving towards the pressure in her hole. But he was slippery, and she was slippery, too, and then it just started easing into her.
“Oh, boy,” she said and she tensed up, her eyebrows climbing up high as it sunk inside her anus.
“Shit, that’s so tight,” Moric said. He let go of his cock, both hands gripping her waist from behind and he started to thrust it into her. Slow at first, her cheeks moving with his girth.
She leaned back, said, “Oh, yes,” and she kissed him over her shoulder. His hands came up and went over her petite, little breasts, rolling her rock hard nipples between his first two fingers.
Chloe’s hands went down the back of her own thighs and pulled her flesh, held herself open, giving Moric more access and letting her Matty get a good look at how she could take it.
“I can’t believe you can take that, baby.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, her lips still on Moric’s.
Moric’s smooth, shiny tool was going in and out of her, not deep but he was getting that thick bulging middle into her. He was plunging and her hips were grinding.
Matt was moving, leaning forward and crawling before he even questioned whether he should. He kissed her belly just below her button and she jumped, “Oh, Matty,” she gasped and she looked down. He kissed lower and lower until he could feel the wet heat between her legs, feel the soft supple flesh of her mound. He dove his tongue in between, pushing it apart, tasting her hot copper folds.
“Oh, my God,” she cried out, her hands scratched at his scalp and grabbed his hair. Moric’s thrusting helped build a rhythm and he used it, driving his tongue into her hole then sliding up to tickle her swollen button with the tip of his tongue then quickly mash it before he was slipping and diving again. They had her going out of her mind.
“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” she was yelping and Moric had to put a hand over her mouth before she brought their parents down. He heard Moric shushing her. She pulled Matt’s head into her heat, gripping his hair so tight his face had twisted in pain. But she was close and he knew this was going to be big, he could feel the shudder in her, the quiver of her belly and her thighs trembling around his ears. She was squeaking above him, her breathy sounds stifled by his brother’s giant hand.
Matt loved it. Loved the pleasure that they were giving her. He loved her high pitched pleasure-sounds, loved the squirm of her body on the edge of losing control. He wanted to do this forever, taste her on his tongue, know that it was driving her mad, know that she was going to explode soon and know that they were going to give his little girl an orgasm she’d never forget. He didn’t care that his stepbrother’s huge cock was buried in her, didn’t care that he could smell his step-brother’s balls, smell Chloe’s insides on his shining cock, didn’t care that his tongue was right now where that hairy manhood had just been. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his Chloe. He wanted this for her. The feel of her under his tongue, the taste of her excitement, there could be nothing wrong with that. Everything about this was right.
Then she went off. She buckled like she’d been punched in the stomach, her knees shot up to her chest and her thighs clamped down so hard on the sides of his head his ears rang. He felt her flesh trembling under his tongue, could feel her body rocking with tremors as wave after wave washed over her. He didn’t let up, drove his tongue into her clit when she was ticklish like she did with his tip when he came. Moric didn’t stop either, still pounding into her tiny hole.
Chloe squirmed away from them and he stopped and he pulled her off of Moric, Moric still grabbing at her and trying to thrust inside of her.
“Oh, my God,” she said as Moric slapped at her cheek, making her jiggle again. His cock was out of her, laying across his hip now. Chloe had to wipe her eyes, she had tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, my God,” she said again, she was sweating, her face shiny and flushed.
He held her close, her eyes were glassy, her swollen lips held agape, he couldn’t help but laugh at her. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” she said, “yeah, wow, yeah.” She turned and climbed over Moric. Matt was hurt. He watched her little body work up his, her hands on his muscles. But she turned and called him, “Matty,” she said.
She wagged her hips at him. She was on all fours over Moric, her hand now scooped around his fat cock and she was showing Matt what she wanted.
14
Matt stood up, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants and underwear. Chloe had got herself over Moric’s hips, looking behind her, sitting upright, guiding that huge thing into her pussy. She got the tip in and Moric did the rest, driving it through, lifting her legs right up off the couch.
She cried out and he slapped her ass cheek again, a bright loud flesh-on-flesh sound. Matt was hard as a rock. He’d leaked all over his underwear. His cock was like steel between his thumb and forefinger, slippery from his own semen, and he got down behind Chloe and she leaned forward, kissed Moric while Matt found his way. He got his tip at her tight rosebud. He could see that wide thing of Moric’s pushing her labia far apart. He pressed into her and she moaned. He had never felt anything so tight, so good, ever. “Oh, Chloe,” he sighed as he slid deep inside her hot hole. He could feel the hard underside of Moric’s big cock under his own, so big inside her pussy that it was encroaching into Matt’s territory.
“Oh, Matt, I love you,” she said.
“I love you too, baby,” he said as he started gently moving it in and out of her. Moric started now, too, taking over the rhythm, setting the pace and Matt started following along, thrusting when he did, pulling out when he did. He could see his Chloe’s profile, her eyes clenched closed, her mouth forming a silent scream. A thin, dry crackling sound bubbled over her vocal cords as Matt and Moric stretched her womanhood farther than she’d ever gone. She was doing it and she was loving it, loving both of them inside her thrusting in unison, both of their cocks stroking against each other, her sensitive membranes pinched between. Matt couldn’t believe how good it felt, couldn’t believe how little he cared that she was being shared. Didn’t care that the other man was more muscular or had a dreamy cock; all he cared about was if Chloe was enjoying it. And she definitely was. He grabbed her wrist and folded her arm up behind her like a chicken wing, pressed it into her lower back, pushing her into Moric and letting him drive himself deeper inside her anus.
“Oh, shit, Chloe, you’re so fucking bad.”
“Am I your little slut?” she panted.
“Yeah, baby, you’re my dirty slut,” he said, he could see sweat dripping off his nose onto her pale creamy back.
“Fuck me harder,” she said.
“Oh, God,” he said. He was still wearing his button-down and a bird’s eye sweater. He had to get it off.
He pushed himself deep into her, all the way, and he raised himself to lift his clothes up and off. He saw a shadow cast on the circular staircase from the light in the main hall. His mom’s shadow coming down the rounded wall, then her legs as they stepped down the stairs.
“It’s Mom,” he hissed, and everyone froze.
Chloe flattened herself onto Moric’s chest and Moric slumped deeper into the couch.
“Shit,” he said.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Chloe said, he could see her eyes wet and trembling.
There was no space for Matt. Nowhere for him to hide. Mom was turning and he was paralyzed—stuck in place with nowhere to go. He was so glad he had his shirt and sweater on.
“Oh, hi, Matt,” she said, moving on and opening the pantry door.
Chloe was scared for her life underneath him. He could feel her anus tightening up on him, feel her insides sliding on his shaft, swallowing his glans. She felt so incredible.
“Hi, Mom,” he said. She paused, her hand on the door to the pantry.
“What are you doing?�
� she asked him.
“Just waiting for Chloe to get back, we’re playing a game,” he thumbed over his shoulder at the paused screen behind him. First person shooter, enemy soldier in a crosshair.
“Where’s Chloe?”
“I think she went to have a cigarette.”
“Oh,” she said, then, “Where’s Moric?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know,” he said.
“Mm-hmm. Watch out for her.”
“Watch out for Chloe?” he asked, worried that he was going to come into his girlfriend’s ass while he had eye contact with his mom. It was close. So close. One more twitch from Chloe and he would launch it up into her.
“Keep an eye on those two. Just keep her close, okay?”
“Yeah, mom.”
“And take your sweater off, you’re all shiny,” she said as she went into the little closet where she kept her canned goods.
His heart was pounding. He wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his sweater. Chloe started giggling, feeling nervous, but feeling like they were going to get away with it, too. Her giggling was clamping her anus on him, teasing his tip and he felt himself start to tingle.
“Don’t, Chloe,” he whispered. He ran his hands over the cheeks of her perfect little butt, looked how his dick entered her more gracefully than his brother’s big, arrogant cock.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, running his hands on her skin, loving her sweaty feel under his touch.
“‘Night, Matty,” his mom said, coming out of the pantry with a big can of pumpkin pie filling. She turned the light off in the pantry, closed the door and headed up the stairs, turning just before she would see their clothes thrown around the floor. Matt watched her until her feet had gone up and around and out of sight.
“Oh, my God,” he said, collapsing on Chloe’s back, “that was so close.”
“My heart was racing,” Chloe said.
Moric said, “We would have been so dead. You did good, Matt.”
“Thanks.”
“Sure. Hey, pull out, okay.”
“Okay,” he said, not even thinking to ask why.
He slid himself out of Chloe and she sighed. He sat back on the couch and looked at her impaled on his brother.
“Shit,” he said, and he took his shirt and sweater off, threw it on the floor. Moric was pulling his cock out of Chloe’s pussy, and he let it slap in between her cheeks and he humped it along her crack then right back down low and he plopped the tip in with his fingers and slid himself deep up into her anus again. She gasped, a deep breath inhaled, and held it while he fucked her ass hard. He pounded her and she sucked her lips into her mouth and took it. Moric was driving himself into her with purpose. His big hands came around clamping onto her cheeks, pulling them wide apart, displaying her pink insides to Matt while he fucked her.
“Fuck, Matt, how did you get such a hot girl?” he hissed while he fucked her so fast his balls were slapping against her cheeks. “I’m going to come in her ass,” he growled. Matt didn’t know how to feel about that. But it was another thing he was powerless to stop. Chloe didn’t say a thing to stop him. And after all that had been done tonight what was one more badness?
Chloe encouraged him, “Make that big thing come inside me. Show me how much you’ve got.”
“Rah, rah,” he roared, his head thrusting back into the arm of the couch, his face contorted with what looked like anger, hatred. He was coming into Matt’s girlfriend and she was okay with it. Bouncing on his fat cock, taking his thrusts, moving into them, wanting them. He bucked her and thrust, pushed deep finally and held her in place with his grip as he shot the last of his semen inside her. Chloe loved it, her face turned up to the ceiling as she felt him splashing her insides.
Moric looked drained, and he sank into the couch. “Oh, shit, Chloe, you are incredible. Ah, I can’t believe you.”
“That felt like, wow, that felt like a lot,” she said.
He rubbed her back with his big hand, said, “I told you I was at sea for a long time.”
“Mmm,” Chloe purred and she pulled her rump off him, his fat cock coming out and slapping against his belly. Moric had left his little girl gaping, and his semen poured out of her, dripped on to him. She looked back at Matt and swayed her hips again, “Come on, Matty, I’m not done yet.”
He wasn’t either, still like a rock between his legs. He hopped up and got to his knees behind her. He put his cock head into her anus, not even touching the sides of the hole Moric had left her with. He slid into her, felt her anus take shape again, start to grip him. She was slick with Moric’s semen but it didn’t stop him. He slid in all the way. He pulled her up so that she could lean back against him, kiss his lips. He ran his hands down her tight tummy, down between her legs.
“Do you like my gentle cock?”
“Mm, I do, it doesn’t hurt at all.”
“Does it feel good?” He asked her, finding her swollen button and working it with his fingertips.
“Oh, Matty, you feel the best. I love you, baby.”
He fucked her like that, her writhing her back against his body, his cock inside her slippery, dripping anus, and he brought her to an orgasm with his hand two more times while Moric watched, laying naked in the corner of the couch.
“Please, come inside me, Matty,” she whispered. He’d never felt so excited. No condom, no barrier. To just fuck his girl and not care. Fuck her until he came inside her. He’d never done that with her. He’d never done it with anybody. He felt an incredible erotic surge. He could feel his baby girl’s sweet insides stroking his sensitive glans, bare skin to bare skin, knew he was going to let go inside her. What would that feel like?
“Come inside me, baby, I want it,” she said again.
“Oh, Chloe,” his hands explored her body, felt the ridges of her ribcage, the hard flat expanse of her belly, the little divot of her button. He thrust and thrust, each time an incredible wave going up and over the back of his head, the tip of his dick was vibrating. He ran his hands over her breasts felt how incredibly hard and tight her nipples were. He’d never felt them harder. He ran them back down, felt her warm wet mound, felt her lips puckered and stretched dripping with Moric’s semen running from her behind, he pinched her little girl button and she gasped, she turned and she kissed him, drew his lips into hers and searched for his tongue.
He exploded inside her, he went off like a cherry bomb. He’d never felt anything like it, it was like the top of his head had been blown off. His ears rang, the blood pounded in his neck and he saw white spots.
“Oh, fuck ... me ... Chloe, oh ...” he collapsed back onto the couch, his cock came out of her and sprang up against his belly, still spurting.
He watched with cloudy vision as the love of his life turned, saw his painfully hard erection still bubbling over and she put her lips over him. He was coming inside her mouth and she was swallowing it, her thumb and forefinger squeezing his scrotum. His eyes were half-lidded and he struggled to keep them open, witness this wonderful girl as she took every inch of him into her mouth. His dirty, dirty cock. She locked eyes with him sucking on the thing that had been inside her bottom, had used his stepbrother’s semen as lube. His heart pounded for her. He couldn’t love her more. She was right, he was her guy. It didn’t matter if she touched another cock. She was right to do it. It was fun. It was the greatest night of sex in his life.
She kissed up his chest and he pulled her to him, sucked those big, beautiful, pouted lips into his mouth. He smelled her juices on her, tasted the semen that was on her lips and he loved it. He grabbed her roughly behind the neck, shook her and forced her to look at him.
“I. Fucking. Love. You.”
The happiest look he’d ever seen from her crawled across her face.
Moric said, “All right, you guys are gross.” He got up from the couch, ruffled Chloe’s hair, winked at Matt, and went to gather up his clothes by the pool table. He got dressed and they watched him. “You l
ook good together, but you’re gross,” he said hiking his pants up and then zipping them.
Chloe sat in Matt’s lap while Matt slowly came back to the land of the living. She had her arms around his neck. Moric headed up the stairs, said, “I’m going out to get wasted. See you at dinner tomorrow.”
They both said, “Good night,” at the same time, then he was gone.
Chloe said, “Jinx.”
“You owe me a Pepsi,” Matt said. He put his arms around her and hugged her tight, filled his lungs with her smell. “Was that good, baby?”
“Mm, the fucking body on him.”
“And that cock?”
“That’s an incredible cock he has. You believe I took that?”
“You did good, girl.”
“But, wow, he’s a total asshole. He’s so mean to you.”
“I know—you should have seen him when he was eighteen.”
“But he made me so wet, Matty.”
He ran the back of his fingernails over her pale, smooth back while she hugged herself to him, stared at the paused screen. He said, “Did we just make freak status?”
“I think we did.”
“Maybe you should masturbate while I’m away.”
She laughed into his neck, looked at him, said, “What if I don’t? How crazy will we get next time?”
“Now you’ve got me curious.”
“Maybe I’ll take two big Hungarian sausages.”
Now Matt laughed. “My stepdad? Dominik? My mom would cut your head off, put stuffing in it and serve it for Thanksgiving.”
“Gross, Matt.”
“She would, though.”
Measured Next To Her Ex
1
When the Sexual Performance Clinic opened up in the medical building across the street from Ben Watson’s office he was dubious.
“What the hell is a Sexual Performance Clinic?”
“I don’t know,” Mike said.
