The Knight and the Acolyte Book 5 Chapter 2 Passion s Avalanche
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Never in a million years could I have imagined being where I was, inches from the face of a petty younger woman, coaching her on deep-throating a cock, her second cock in a row. The first had been my lover Peter's, now her husband Jon's. Never in a million years.
After Peter made a mess of her, I kissed her again, the third passionate kiss of the first woman I had ever really kissed. Amazing. Never in two million years. To think that I had been crying over the prospect of having dinner with these swingers just a couple of hours earlier to suddenly not wanting my kiss with this woman to ever end astounded me. I loved it.
My celebratory musings were interrupted by Jon’s cock pushing against my cheek demanding access to Kristin’s mouth. When I lifted my lips from hers she opened her eyes and smiled before speaking.
"Hello, husband."
"Hello, wife."
"You like watching that?"
"Too sexy for words."
"Good," she said and tilted her head back over the edge of the table and opened wide.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of Jon's cock and directed the head toward Kristin's mouth.
"I'll say he liked it," I said to her, "feel how hard his cock is," winking up at Jon.
Jon slid his cock, thinner but no less gorgeously furious than Peter's, all the way in past Kirstin's throat in one smooth motion. He tilted his face up toward the ceiling and uttered, "Oh Fuck, Kristin."
"Awesome," Suzy said softly from between Kristin's splayed legs across the table where she had moved earlier to lick Peter's cum that had landed on Kristin's tits and stomach. I covered Kristin's small firm breast with my hand, marveling at the length of the stone-hard nipple stubbing into my palm.
I gave the flesh a squeeze then trapped the spike between thumb and index and rolled. Kristin moaned around Jon's cock. Her face was much more relaxed than with Peter. Her throat had grown accustomed. Jon slowly withdrew and just as slowly stroked back in.
Suzy went back down on Kristin's pussy. She pushed her fingers inside and resumed her oral assault. It had an immediate effect. Though Kristin continued to lie still, I could sense her body quicken in response and almost feel her pulse rise under Suzy's relentless attention.
After a long while, she finally began to fully orgasm. Kristin went from passively being used to writhing and arching on the table while she moaned around Jon's cock. It was beautiful. She was so young and beautiful in her ecstasy.
Kristin settled down even though neither Jon nor Suzy let up on her body. I looked up to see Peter step behind Suzy, his cock already plumping toward recovery. He gave her panty covered ass a hard smack. She swung her head around flipping her shiny straight black hair all the way to her opposite shoulder to look at Peter. He smiled at her, then she straightened, smiled at me and pushed her mouth against Kristin again.
Peter twitched his face upward at me, silently but effectively asking if I was okay with it all, with him having a go at Suzy. I nodded, and Peter smacked Suzy's ass a second time, then a third.
My pussy tingled with the sudden realization that Mike and I were the only ones still dressed. The only ones left, and that I was surely going to get fucked by the young Italian stallion and his big pipe straight cock.
Peter kept spanking Suzy who, lifting her face away from Kristin, emitted little yips with each contact. She smiled at me, then twirled about and sank to her knees to take his cock in her mouth before rising a little and cradling it between her enhanced round boobs. Peter's cock was full again, as big as I had ever seen it. I knew he must have taken a "pill".
With another smiling look at me, Peter lifted Suzy to standing and again turned her back to him. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and sinking to his knees dragged them down her legs. She piked to once again push her face into the fold of Kristin's legs. This swinging or whatever this was, was proceeding fast.
Wonderfully fast. I felt my hair gathered behind me into a hand-held ponytail before being lifted roughly by it to my feet. It was the second time Mike took forceful hold of my hair that day but even through the pain, it made my pussy flood. I couldn't remember ever being this wet before. I had a hall pass to be this man's slut and there were absolutely no more tears. Only my pussy was weeping.
A soon as I was on my feet, Mike pulled me back against his hard chest and cupped my breasts with both hands. "I've been thinking about your gorgeous tits all day."
I spun around in Mike's arms and threw my arms around his neck. "And I've been thinking about your gorgeous cock for the last minute and a half," I teased before giving him a kiss.
"Well, that is something. anyway."
I reached down and felt his cock through his jeans, it felt impossibly thick, angling sideways all the way past his left hip. "Yes, it really is something."
I looked up at the height of him, his dark hair, dark eyes, chiseled face. My pussy surged yet again even before he kissed me. Both of his hands squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled me tightly against him. I ground myself against his bulge as he kissed me and lifted my leg to press my thigh along its sideways length. My vagina released again, so wet I was feeling embarrassed.
It wasn't just the kiss, Peter's was still THE kiss, but this was new, naughty and with a virtual stranger. This was swinging or maybe even an orgy. In either case the beginning of an exciting new adventure.
I broke the kiss. "Where?"
He looked over at the couch nodding toward it.
"I was hoping for a bed."
"Downstairs? Okay, but we can't close the door, group rules."
"There are rules?"
I looked over at Kristin's writhing body, her husband's cock sliding in and out of her throat and Suzy driving her crazy with her tongue and fingers in her vagina. I looked at Peter still on his knees with his face buried between Suzy's ample buttocks. The thought that he might want to fuck her ass occurred to me and I found it strangely exciting.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs I turned to Mike. He flicked his head in the direction of the bedroom to the right and put his hand in the small of my back.
The small room was nearly filled by the king-sized bed. Without turning around I peeled off my skinny jeans, pulled my sweater off over my head carefully working it past my bulky necklace and earrings. I crawled onto the bed and flopped onto my back smiling up at Mike. He stood and looked at me admiringly. My chest heaved. I felt so sexy and excited in my jewelry, my pink lace bra and my thong.
I never loved more than one man at a time and I never loved a man as much as I loved Peter, but there I was, a slut on offer feeling sexy for a different man. It wasn't love, I felt, it was pure sexual excitement.
"My God, you are a gorgeous woman."
My smile radiated bigger with the pleasure of hearing this incredible younger man compliment me. He pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing that gym-honed body.
"Lose the bra."
The front clasp made it easy. Exposed, my soft globes flattened somewhat as they do under their own weight. "Suzy has nice big..."
"But yours are natural, so beautiful, so sexy," Mike said calmly as he began undoing his jeans, "I'm going to take great pleasure in giving you the fucking such beauty deserves."
He bent over and got rid of his jeans and undershorts in one move. There it was, straight as a pipe, blunt-headed, darker, hanging down with its massive weight overcoming the excited hardness.
"Oh shut up and fuck me already."
With one hand he took hold of both ankles and dragged me toward him like I was a mere twig, propped both my legs on one shoulder and slid my thong slowly beyond the length of my legs and tossed it aside.
He dragged me closer to the edge, opened my legs and lowered to his knees.
"No, please no, just fuck me!"
"Oh don't worry, I will, but I'm going to take my time with you, Debra."
When his mouth covered my pussy I gave in, and when his tongue began to stroke the wetness of my opening, without his lips ever breaking their seal, I was completely won over.
My fingers went to his hair and my legs narrowed to squeeze against his coarse day-long stubble as he moved with confidence and authority against the tender skin of what surely had to be the entrance to my soul. Soon I relaxed and my legs fell so wide to either side I could feel my pussy lips blossom open.
He put his fingers inside me, two, then three and pumped in and out a few times. Inside me, yes, it's what I wanted, what I needed more than anything in the world right then. I grew delirious on the pleasure. I gasped when he withdrew. He balled his fingers into a fist and began twisting and rotating his knuckles against me pressing then pressing harder as if he were trying to punch it into me. I was so wet it felt as if I had been oiled. His fist felt amazing, far too big to go in even as I opened wider and braced in an arch wishing it could slip through.
After a moment he reduced the pressure but kept twirling his knuckles back and forth in the slick puddle of my pussy and it was lifting me, lifting my desire, my need. I wanted him inside me. My breathing quickened. My legs began to tremble. When he suddenly put his mouth back on me my muscles strained and bucked as my first orgasm broke to the surface.
No ordinary orgasm. I wouldn't say I squirted, but as I screamed and groaned my convulsing body surged and flowed. Mike stayed with me, his mouth glued even as I tried to propel my sensitive self away from him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I"m sorry," I whispered even before my orgasm fully passed. I was trying to tear his face away by his hair. I kept lifting, he followed and began to crawl up over me. He stopped to take a nipple into his mouth.
I opened my eyes when his face was over me, shining with my juices. "Sorry? That was amazing Deb."
I kissed him, giggling inside, and pushed my lips hard against his. He pressed too, opening his mouth, dancing his tongue against mine. His hand miraculously at my breast pinching and rolling my nipple in a way that sent sparks to my cunt.
I felt his cock, a free-swinging pole, graze my inner thigh before bumping against my skin beneath my opening, missing its mark. I was so needy, my desire so high, my alarm at the miss so immediate that my hand left his hair to dive down between us to direct his shaft.
My fingers were shocked once again by its size. Even though it had been in my mouth, in my throat just hours earlier, feeling it in my hand down there between my legs, bigger than any cock I ever felt there, bigger, hotter and more alive than any of the toys I had held there, very nearly made me explode again.
In both fear and excitement, I pulled on it. I slid my hand to the drooling slickness of the tip, spread the slime back along the shaft, tightened my grip and pulled again, guided the head to my opening, pulled again and Mike followed, the full force of his body behind the invading ramrod.
I screamed but his shaft kept coming, ripping its way into me, impaling me, stretching me. Abruptly it stopped, mercifully stopped.
I opened my eyes. Mike was looking intently at me. "Okay?"
I forced a smile.
"Pain?"
I closed my eyes in a nod.
"It is a tight squeeze."
"It hurts so good."
"You are so sexy."
My second smile was easy. The pain had vanished in the pause.
Mike raised himself and stood at the edge of the bed hauling me along to him by the tops of my thighs with his forearms. He pulled me further onto his shaft and resumed his push deeper.
I screamed again. More of a loud moan this time, my legs flexing to finally draw myself tightly against him. Complete.
So full, his length was perfect, the push deep against my cervix mildly uncomfortable yet in that, comforting. I can take it, I thought, Oh yes I can take it all, so fuck me, fuck me hard!
Instead, he slowly drew back, my pleading eyes locked on his. He stopped, then slowly driving himself fully into me again he said, "So amazing," before slowly reversing again.
It did feel amazing, The incredible feeling of being fully stretched seemed to surge ahead of his thick cock plowing into me, magically pushing against all of my insides at once, owning my entire body. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to watch it going into me as it took my breath with it. "Pummel me..."
My head fell back against the pillow. The focus behind my closed eyes centered completely on my vagina that was so alive with Mike's big shaft cycling into me. His thrusts continued deeply, forcefully, relentlessly.
Peter would have changed positions by now, rolled me over or gotten me on top, using the break of the transition to bring him back from his orgasmic edge. I usually welcome the break too. Mike just kept pounding steadily as the intensity grew and grew until finally with my heart racing out of control and my breathing labored my body stiffened and flexed as wave after wave of surging orgasm gloriously clenched my entire being.
By the time I opened my eyes the orgasm seemed like a dream ago. Mike was smiling at me covered in a sheen of sweat, still churning into me, more gently but already beginning to dredge another orgasm from the bottom of my well as my undulating tits kept rhythm and the fingers of both my hands gripped the sheets into fists.
It shocked me to see Kristin suddenly appear at the door. She entered and sat on the bed next to me. She was still naked.
"Wondered what all the screaming was about, well actually didn't wonder, sorta knew." She let out a little giggle. Looking down at our union she casually watched along with me as Mike cycled through another few penetrations. She lowered herself prone next to me with her head on my shoulder and placed a hand on my breast. "Quite the cock isn't it? I'm still impressed you got that thing down your throat."
She kissed me on the lips, plied my mouth with her tongue, and placed her hand on my breast. She tasted of fresh cum. It was nice. I liked it, but I really wanted to be left alone with Mike to be fucked really hard.
"Ummmmm, I like kissing you and I like your touch, Kristin. So I hope I'm not out of line here, but I'm just getting started with Mike and I'd like to be left alone with him for a while longer.”
Kristin sat up silently looking at me. After a moment I continued.
“I hope you understand but it's my first time with him and I sort of need it that way. I need to be fucked really hard. Is that okay?”
Suddenly my vagina involuntarily contracted and clamped down on Mike.
Kristin looked at Mike, who shrugged and undoubtedly feeling my grip said, "I think that would be good."
Kristin lifted her hand from my breast and placed the palm against Mike's cheek before letting it slide down along his neck to his chest. She got off the bed without a word and went to the door.
Peter appeared in the doorway behind Kristin, then Suzy showed up, and finally Jon. They were all naked.
"What's going on?" Jon asked.
I was unable to talk, having begun to orgasm around Mike's buried cock. It was mild, frustratingly mild but I was still unable to do anything other than try to appear normal. I didn't feel like I was succeeding.
Kristin said, "Debra said she'd like them to be left alone so she can get a good fucking from MIke's big cock." I detected a bit of snideness.
"Did she say 'good' or 'hard'?" Peter asked.
"Hard."
"Oh just shut up, all of you! Harder Mike, please HARDER!"
So Mike, standing at the edge of the high solid bed, one of those with drawers beneath like a lot of condo's have, began to thrust that gorgeous pipe of his into me at an ever-increasing pace, like a steam engine building momentum. With my thighs drawing against his forearms and my calves wrapped around his back, I pulled myself into his attack.
I stopped caring about the others still crowded inside the doorway of the small room. The thought of Peter watching flashed in my mind, but as Mike pounded into me with perfect full strokes I stopped caring. I stopped even being aware.
"Harder," I croaked one last time before another orgasm broke wide open, like a huge avalanche, breaking up and shearing off, rushing down inside me in a jumble of fractured energy as my legs again began to uncontrollably tremble and my body vibrated and shook.
My insides contracted fiercely around MIke's suddenly erratic invasion. His demon inside me throbbed wildly as it staked its claim, soon jerking violently and filling me with glorious cream. My trembling body responded to his unleashed power and the slickness of his semen by reaching a new apogee of pleasure, totally oblivious to everything around me.
Mike's most wonderful final strokes were accompanied by grunts and groans from both of us. He lowered himself onto me, pinning me to the bed. It was soothing to feel his weight securing me, quelling my explosions. His pelvis, done with its flurry of violence, gently guided his sublime shaft in and out carried on a slowing momentum as his hardness slowly began to drain away.
When I opened my eyes I looked over Mike's shoulder toward the door. They were standing together staring back at me with a shared and somewhat comical look of concern.
I sometimes cry, or at least want to cry from pure joy after big orgasms with Peter, but this joy was different. It was the joy of a glorious new beginning. I wanted more, more pleasure, more sensation, I wanted it all. It wasn't just the wine, it was as if something inside me had snapped, as if some boundaries had crumbled away from my soul.
I craved more of those sweet unfamiliar kisses Kristin gave me earlier. I wanted Susan to lap at the cream that would soon spill from me and then share with me the combined flavors in a dirty wet kiss. I wanted to lie on the bed with both women, feel their skin against mine, tits mashing against tits, legs intertwining as we kiss and taste and giggle at the promise and results of limitless sex.
Whatever snapped in me also created an even stronger need for the men, two or even all three of them. I absolutely needed them to fiercely desire me all at once, to use me as they pleased, to spit roast me, to fill all my holes and drench me in cum while the women, my new friends and accomplices, shared them with me, curating for each other the roughest raw sex we ever hoped to handle.
I told them none of that. I could barely speak. I simply smiled wide, throwing my arms up on either side of Mike and flicking my hands inward from the wrists in a generous beckon, I said, "Come. All of you, come join us."
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