by KT Morrison
“Then you’re going to fuck me,” she said, and she looked to Pete, made sure he heard her say it.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he said, his voice low and serious.
Whew. That made her tingle.
It was so big in her hand. She had small hands to begin with but his cock was enormous. Couldn’t believe that this had fit inside her. It was like she was stroking her tall can of Lady Shave Gel. With the lid on. The head of his cock was as broad as her thumb. The hard feel of it in her slippery grip was making her ache between her legs. This dreadfully sexual object in her hand made her tingle. She wanted to explore it, trace every vein and wrinkle on it with her touch. He was circumcised, his scar running jagged and brown a third of the way down his shaft. The end of his shaft glistened bright and taut. Her fingers feathered his tip. She let them slip along the edges, drawing little designs on his sensitive head. She traced around his hole, tickled it, then down his channel, running along his underside to his balls and back up again.
“Oh, Jess,” he said. He flexed his rump, his hips lifting off the seat, and a shining bead emerged from him. She held his cock upright, midway, she squeezed him and more streamed from it, rolling over the bell of his head and running down and over her thumb. She was going to work this thing. She was going to torture him. Give him a handjob he would always remember.
Jess was watching Pete watching. She could see him past her fist wrapped around Tyler’s penis, sitting in his La-Z-boy like he was watching TV. He was quiet and blank but she knew he was on fire inside. She was going to put on a show for him tonight. She wondered how she looked together with Tyler to him. The two of them naked on the family couch, her little hand wrapped around another man’s impressive sex organ. Watching herself jerk him off, waiting for this other man to ejaculate for her.
What was he thinking? What did he think of the size of this thing in her hand? He had to be intimidated by it. Jess was. She couldn’t believe this was going to go inside her. If it hadn’t already been in her she would be thinking about backing out right now. Was Pete worried? Tyler was so much bigger, so much sexier. But that was what Pete wanted. She didn’t know if she should feel grateful or worried. She had a husband who was going to let this Amazing Sex God make love to her. But then: what kind of man would allow that? How did Pete’s mind work that he was all right with this?
Tyler’s flat, hard belly danced for her while she stroked him. It turned her on like crazy. Feeling his big slippery size between her fingers then watching those abs twist and flex from all the pleasure she was giving him. She started to feel very wet. When she brought her hand up high and gave that big glans some quick light strokes, his rock hard belly would suck in, the six pack abs pushing their sharp ridges up against his tight skin.
She used her hand to keep him at the very edge. She loved watching the tension sizzle through his muscles. He wanted to come but it was all up to her hand. He wanted to show her his seed and she wanted to see it, but only when she said it was time. He’d closed his eyes, his brow was furrowed and it was like he was willing it to happen without her. But she was in control. Every time she felt him at the brink she would plunge her hand down to his very thick base, watch his penis flex, struggle to shoot his semen, then fade. Then she was back up and down it, and she had him quivering.
She bullied him like that for a long while. Did it until she was the one who couldn’t stand it anymore. She wanted him to come. She wanted to see it burst from him, know that she had done well for him.
She crossed a leg under her and sat on it. Tyler’s hand still caressed her back, still explored her, venturing down to touch the plump flesh of her buttocks and around to the front, his palm going over her left breast. She took his cock in two hands and gripped it tightly. She stroked them up and down him, doing it firmly. She said, “Come for me.”
His eyes closed and he bit his lower lip and nodded. She had him sweating. She added a little more spit, dropped into the hole in his glans and then swiftly spread with one quick hand, her other one gripping his big sack, feeling how large his balls were. She felt her wetness on her own ankle. She was so turned on right now. She stroked him faster and faster, using only one hand, the other one gripping him tightly at the base. “Make this big dick come for me,” she whispered to him, “show it to me.”
“Shit, girl, I had no idea...you were so...dirty—”
His knees jumped as he came, and his body buckled. He grunted and snorted as it shot out of him. She kept stroking him, running her hand over his bursting glans, twisting it. He shot stream after stream of his, thick, young seed up over his chest and across that beautiful stomach.
“You make me dirty, Tyler,” she said. His face clenched as she kept working it, squeezing and stroking, short white pulses still splashing from him. She rubbed the heel of her foot tucked under her against her wet sex, felt herself on the verge of coming as well.
“Oh, my gosh, you’re so hot,” she said to him, her hand easing on him. She looked at the lines of semen across his hard body, his handsome face staring at her, dreamy and sleepy, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. She traced a fingertip through his hot seed, drew lines along his muscles, spread the blobs around, connecting one line to the next. Her eyes darted to Pete. She wanted to make sure he saw this. This was for him. She wanted him to see her as dirty with her boy toy. As dirty as she could be with him sometimes. Rob him of some of their intimacy. Let him see her share her dirtiness with another man. His face was drawn and cold. He looked like a corpse sat up in his chair. She smiled at him, her fingers still playing with Tyler’s semen. She saw him swallow.
“I always thought you were a real goody-goody. I had no idea,” Tyler said and laughed.
Jess laughed too and she lowered her lips to his chest and kissed his skin. Kissed him right next to a hot splash of semen. Make her husband sweat. She asked him, “Do you think I’m bad?”
Tyler held his palm against her cheek, he said, “Yeah, I do.”
“We're just getting started.”
She stood up, felt his eyes move over her naked body above him. She had one hand out, her fingers spread wide, dirtied with strings of his semen, she held her other hand cupped underneath it to catch any drips. “I think I’ll go grab us a tea towel,” she said. She walked out of the room, conscious of her gait, letting her hips sway, knowing that Tyler and Pete were watching her bare ass as she walked into the kitchen.
Pete didn’t know what to do or say right now. It was just Tyler and Pete alone in the room. Tyler was still laying back on the couch, that huge cock up on his belly, come all over his stomach. He was looking around but not over at Pete. He and Jess had agreed that he wouldn’t say anything while she had sex with Tyler. If they managed to make it happen at all, they would add—now here they were, actually doing it. He’d wanted to say a lot while he watched his wife jerk off that kid’s big tool. He wished Jess would have said dirty things to him. But they’d decided that she shouldn’t do that either. It might freak Tyler out. And ultimately this was about Jess, and for Jess. She should just enjoy it and Pete should count himself lucky he gets to sit and watch his beautiful wife have sex with this stud.
He wasn’t that big a fan of Tyler’s but really Jess couldn’t have found a more perfect specimen for this arrangement. She might have picked some other guy from around town who was their age but he was starting to realize that that would be nowhere as exciting as seeing her with a young, handsome, endowed boy. It was a little scary to think his wife was hot enough to pull this dimepiece. If she could get this guy to fuck her twice, bring her flowers and wine, what was she doing with a balding old fool like Pete?
Jess came strutting into the room holding a few tea towels, putting on a sexy walk for them. She looked more confident and happy than he’d remembered seeing her in a long time, walking on her toes like she was wearing high heels—showing off her legs to Tyler. She kneeled next to Tyler on the couch and she kissed his lips, he bent his head back for her a
nd closed his eyes. She ran a clean dry towel over him, mopping up his wet spots. She watched her hand work, and Tyler flexed for her, his stomach muscles rippled as she dried him.
“Your body is so incredible,” she told him.
Tyler said, “So is yours, Jess,” and his hand came around and smoothed down her back, his big hand spreading across her rump. He drew her to him, gazing into her eyes, and she parted her lips, put them over his. Pete watched them kiss again. Twisting and rolling, sucking tongues and biting lips. Jess’s hand had a towel wrapped around the kid’s cock and she was stroking it, drying it, going down between his legs and rubbing his balls. Tyler had never gone soft. He came, then faded a bit, but Pete could see his swollen glans, taut and shining, bulging out the end of Jess’ towel-covered grip.
Tyler put a hand on either side of her waist and he lifted Jess up like she was nothing. She folded her long legs up and Tyler brought her over top of him, straddling his hips. They kissed like that for a long while, Jess stroking his cock hidden in between them. Tyler’s hands smoothed over her back, crested her cheeks and spread them, showing her glistening wet sex to Pete, showing him how hot he was making his wife. That’s it, kid, make my girl scream.
Tyler said, “Condoms are in my jacket.”
“I’ve got some in that box there on the coffee table,” Jess told him. She got herself off his lap and Tyler watched her ass while she did, reached out and touched it as she went to the square teak box on the table. She dragged it over to her making a rattling sound from the lid as it slid on its round brass feet. She lifted the delicate lid off by the small knob on the top and brought out a string of condoms that rolled out like an accordion. His wife had planned ahead—knew where it was going to happen. He wondered if she had condoms stashed somewhere else too, different spots in the house she thought she might need them. They’d have to find them all in the morning before the boys got home. They’ll have to do their own dirty Easter Egg hunt.
He tried to picture Jess buying condoms. Magnums. Fuck, Magnum XL. Which store did she go to? Did someone she knows see her there? Did she wear a disguise? He kind of hoped not. Bit of a thrill to think that someone out there might think Pete had a big one. He’d love to have someone start a rumour like that. No one would ever find out the truth anyway.
Tyler stood up behind her as she tore one of the foil squares open. She sat on the arm of their couch and Tyler presented her with his big, bobbing cock. She squeezed the tip of the condom and rolled it down his shaft with the fingers of her other hand. She looked up at Tyler standing over her, she seemed a little worried, her eyebrows raised in the middle making a little crease in her smooth brow. She'd sucked her lower lip a bit under her front teeth. Jess had been in control up until now. Now she knew that her turn was over. Her stud was in control and he was young and powerful, had a big, thick cock and he was going to fuck her. Probably fuck her hard. It might hurt her. Tyler bent and picked her up again, his hands grabbing her around her little waist. He lifted her to her feet and he turned her around. She knew what he wanted and she lifted one knee up to the seat of the couch, put her elbows on the arm, bent herself for him and showed him her dripping wet entry. Pete couldn't remember ever being more excited, more turned on. He loved this woman. He loved her, and look at her, how aroused she was, how excited and happy her face was. That tension he’d seen had eased and now he could tell she wanted it. Desperately wanted this kid to drive his thing inside her, push her little hole wide apart and make her go wild.
Tyler rubbed her back again, couldn't get enough of his wife's soft smooth tanned skin. He took his cock in one hand and lined it up between Jess’ legs. She looked over her shoulder trying to see his cock, wanting to see him put it in her. He rubbed the tip against her wet mound, up and down, over and over, pushing her pink folds open and it made Jess moan. Then he let it go and eased it inside her, pushing the big head of his cock past the tight ring of her opening. She gasped and her hands clenched into fists. He kept it going, sliding it deep inside her. She let out a breathy sound that caught in her throat.
“Oh, my God, Pete, he’s so big,” she said, breaking her own rule and he wanted to kiss her for it. I’m here, baby, I’m watching and I love you.
“Oh, Pete, it’s hurting me, it’s so thick. Oh, baby, Tyler don’t stop. Fuck me, please, fuck me.” Using her dirty words for him. Pete’s heart pounded in his chest.
Tyler might have liked her saying that to Pete. He seemed bolstered by it, giving Jess a little soft slap on her thigh while he slowly fucked her. Wonder what that must feel like to be so sexually powerful another man's wife would fuck you in front of her husband. What would it feel like to have women tremble under your big cock and your beautiful body? Tyler had Jess’s eyes closed, giving her what looked like incredible pleasure. Her mouth was open, her lips curled over her teeth; she looked amazing.
Pete thought of the sunny morning in June seven years ago, pulling up the drive, bringing home his wife and his newborn son. He walked them in and Jess came straight to the family room, exhausted, and she sat right where she was this moment and cradled Pete Jr. while the sun came in the window and lit them up until they glowed. Pete had sat down in this same chair, feeling overcome, so filled with joy, watching her, weak but resilient, as she rocked their baby hidden away in his pale yellow blanket with the blue teddy bears on it. Now Jess was stretched out over the arm, her little hole that had delivered Pete his boys being stretched wide in a different way. She was still beautiful, he still loved her, in many ways he was overcome by his love for her just like that June morning.
The muscles of her back rippled, her lats flexing with each thrust, a glimpse of her ribs pressing out her skin when she inhaled when he got too deep; her breathy gasps as she encouraged her young stud to deliver more pleasure to her, her pale blonde hair swinging, lamp light turning it white where it passed through. He watched the jiggle of her perfect woman-ass as Tyler’s palms spread it wide and his hips thrust against it, the muscle of her thigh, the tendons of her knee as she flexed and gave this kid something to drive against, her pretty feet, so small, her toes splayed out and clenching the carpet. This was the woman he loved. This was who she was. This was natural human copulation, and she was loving it. This was her without Pete, and it was wholly dangerous, but she deserved this gift—deserved to be delivered to a heart-pounding orgasm by a physical specimen that made her dampen her panties.
He’d like to think Jess would return the favour if he found himself with a willing Playmate. Some twenty-year-old vixen who wanted Pete inside her. She might, but that would never be tested. He was not going to attract any buxom young ladies. And if he did he still wasn’t going to rock their world with what he had between his legs if he ever even managed to find the courage to take it out of his pants and show it to them. Besides, he had his Jess. Really, he would take her over any lay with some sexy cutie-pie stripper or whatever. She was ten times the woman. She understood her husband and they worked like a team. She was also goddamn gorgeous.
“Ah, Pete, he feels so good, oh, baby.”
Tyler bit his own lips into his mouth and slammed it into Jess so deep Pete thought he must have hurt her. But Jess bucked against him, let him bury it all the way inside, drive it in to his balls and hold it, probably flexing it inside her. She moaned and tilted her head back, said, “Oh, yes.”
Tyler grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back hard and started pounding again, sending ripples through her flesh. Jess’ fingers dug into the arm of the couch and she cried out into the ceiling, her eyes shut, her face clenched—somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Pete’s scariest thought crept up to the surface, bubbles breaking the liquid tension. How he’d landed her, this girl so out of his league. His fear was great; it was an intersection of unusual circumstances that brought them together and under any other condition that he’d met Jess he would never be with her. They could meet a hundred times in a hundred ways under normal circumstances and
she would smile and pass him by. He really shouldn’t be with her.
He met her on the one day of his life that he’d had confidence. Never had it before. He’d spent two nights studying, foregoing sleep, for his Human Resource Management final. Twenty-eight-year-old Pete back at school looking to get his Master’s. He was running back then and he’d just taken a third place ribbon three days before for a cross-country half marathon. He was walking out of the exam room, half asleep, on cloud nine—he knew, absolutely knew, he had just scored a one-hundred on the final. A combination of endorphins, recovery chemicals, seventy-two hours without sleep, and a glowing satisfaction of acing a test he’d worried about had turned him into someone else. A veritable Frankenstein monster, unthinking, made up of parts that weren’t his own. Then he was presented with a girl so beautiful he’d been stopped in his tracks.
Jess was a mature student too. A twenty-six-year-old coming in from the unfriendly workforce and looking to get her Teacher's License in Ohio, specializing in Early Childhood, a Master of Education program. She was lost in the Human Sciences Department, looking for the Fitness facility. She was wearing a University sweatshirt and black dance leggings. Everything about her told Pete she needed help. Then he did the last thing Pete Mapplethorpe would do. He walked right up to this beautiful girl with her perfect face and her long, silky blonde hair and he said, “You look like you need help,” his voice unusually deep and firm. She told him she was just hired to teach a dance class for the Faculty Staff Fitness Program, she was so late, she’d just come from class, she was lost, she needed this job—the money—so badly...
He knew where she needed to be and he picked up her bag and slung it over his shoulder, told her to follow him and he got her there fast. Not a big deal, really. But she was thankful, her eyes were wet, like she was ready to cry. He was probably in love with her right then and there. Wanted to put his arms around her and be the one to take care of her forever. He told her he wanted to take her to dinner. She said, Yes, she hugged him then darted in to teach her class. It was that fucking easy.
