Allison pulled me up from between her legs, gently. She was so tall, it was like being brought up a ladder. Climbing a tree. I was happy to ascend those heights. Being with Allison was different than what I’d ever experienced. There was so much more of her, and I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by it.
The athletic blonde kissed me and reached right for my dick. Of course, she found it achingly, incredibly hard. She gave me a wicked grin.
“Figured he’d be ready for more,” she said, flipping me onto my back.
Allison held up my cock like she was displaying a fish she’d caught. She glanced down at it in wonder.
“Fuck that’s thick,” she said. She dandled it in her hands a little, like it was a candle she was thinking about purchasing.
Allison sat up slightly, aiming herself at my cock. She wiggled her hips, sexily, before settling down. Her body slowly spread around my hardness. Her lips pursed. Eyes focused.
“Oh FUCK. That’s THICK!” she said, as she speared herself.
“You’ve got this, girl!” Cassie cheered, “Take it all.”
“Oh… uhn. Ah!” Emily said. Whatever words she wanted to say were muffled by the couch.
“Come on, Paul, do it! Stuff that pussy!” Mike said. I glanced over, stunned. After all it was his wife that I was filling. Instead, he grinned and gave me a thumb’s up.
I was curious how Allison would react to that, but she was too focused on filling herself to notice her husband’s encouragement. Or anything, really. She lifted herself up, then settled back down. Seeing her incredible body shift to accept my shaft was something unexpectedly wonderful.
“Fuck,” she said, as I felt her bottom finally kiss my balls. “Give me a sec. Her pussy twitched, like it was testing at my dick. Feeling its way around, slowly getting used to this new invader.
Allison leaned forward and kissed me. She started to drag her body back and forth. I felt her pussy lips spread against my pubis and I could tell she was using it to stimulate her clit.
“Not used to being, uhn, filled like this,” Allison said, “Stretched. Kinda hurts. Feels fucking awesome.”
I could only nod my agreement. Allison’s pussy squeezed me at every centimeter, from the ridge of my cockhead to the root. She wasn’t even humping, not in a way that would lead me to release. She rocked against me slightly, ramping herself up.
“Fuck this feels good,” Allison said.
Her hand was on my chest, and I could see the little gold representation of her vows to another man, winking at me through my dark chest hair. My own circlet shone bright against the pink of her distended nipple. I tweaked the sensitive flesh and Allison stiffened.
A long, low, animal sound ripped out of her. Like nothing I’d ever heard. A growl mixed with a groan, punctuated be a squeak. Allison’s head dropped. Her light blonde hair tickled against my chest. She held stiff. Nails digging into my stomach.
When she looked back up, she was laughing.
“Nipplegasm,” she said, “Nice!”
I half expected her to offer me a fist bump. Instead, she started slowly sliding on my dick again.
The dining room table squeaked in protest as Mike railed into Cassie. His long, thin dick drove back and forth like he was trying to saw her in half. She held onto him, as before, like her life depended on it. Head completely buried in his chest, body sliding back and forth with every thrust.
She whispered in his ear. “Oh yes. Yeah. You’ve got this. Got me. Oh! So big. That’s it.”
Mike streamed out his own counterpoint. “Cassie. Summers. Oh God. Can’t believe. Fucking. I’m fucking Cassie. Oh my God you’re so fucking beautiful.”
If the blonde woman heard him, if the words even reached her ears, she made no notice.
I don’t know why I kept looking at Cassie and Mike first. I think seeing my wife supplicant to someone else was both too awful and incredible at the same time. As if I was savoring the sorrow of it.
SLAP!
That got my attention. Jack’s hand had popped against my wife’s backside. Her tiny cheek was pink where he’d clapped her. My wife groaned, hands gripping the cushions for dear life. Her eyes went big as spotlights. Her mouth fell open with a wail.
“Oh. FUCK!”
“You like that, little girl?” Jack asked. He gripped her ass tight, steering her back and forth on his cock.
“Yuh… Yes. Oh fuck. So good. Don’t stop. Oh pleeeease.”
The sounds of my wife’s pleasure were so familiar, her little mewls and gasps. It was odd to hear her make them without me. And, at the same time, this whole other side of her was coming out, too. Emily didn’t talk dirty. Yet here she was, rambling to Jack like she did it all the time.
It was like seeing a movie I knew so well, but the actors were playing different parts. And the plot kept shifting. All of it exactly as it should be yet completely changed.
“That’s my girl,” Jack said, “Give me that married pussy. All of it. Give it up.”
As if hearing his command, Emily’s body went taut. Her face shifted into a silent scream. She tried to reach back, to hold Jack in place, but he didn’t pause. Another concussive blast ripped through my innocent wife. A third.
“Ah… AHHHHHH!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh.” Emily let out a long, sorrowful moan. Like the disconsolate howl of a lonely wolf.
Finally, her head drooped, and she fell limp. Surrendering to the uncompromising pleasure. Yielding to the inevitable loss of control as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. Like every wall she’d ever built inside herself was broken down by a deluge of dopamine.
“That’s a good girl,” Jack said, stroking her flank. “I knew you had it in you.”
“Uh… Uh huh… Oh,” Emily said, enduring the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Jack stayed his pace, controlling her body. Like fucking a ragdoll. Shivers raced through Emily. Arm twitching. Leg kicking. Like tiny seizures leaping from muscle to muscle.
“Yeah! Keep it cumming, girl!” Cassie shouted out. “Take that cock like a champ!”
I was ripped back to my own body. Watching my wife go off had switched me right on. Where before I’d been fine, now Allison’s pussy felt far too tight. Too good. The sparks of building pleasure raced up my shaft. My face twisted with the strain of reaching my peak while also trying to hold myself back.
I said her name like a strangled prayer. “Allison. Sorry.”