Hers was an exercise in futility.
I stood up and walked to my boyfriend, shackling him to a wrought iron dining chair beside Diane.
Then I left them.
“You wait there, bitch. You too, cuckold. I’m going to fuck a real man.”
I shut the bedroom door, then dived onto our king sized bed, rolling onto my back watching Steve towel himself dry. An empty med blister pack beside the bed confirmed he’d followed my instructions; a glance at his massive cock evidenced the pill worked.
“There’s a rope in the wardrobe. Bring it here.”
I hopped up and swung the rope over a large hook above our bed, inserting each of my hands through an end loop, gripping the sisal tight to take my weight.
“Lie underneath me and let that lovely, enormous cock be upstanding.”
Steve was obedient, and I loved that. I was a switch, probably more S than D, but after power fingering his wife to the edge, I wanted her husband at his best.
I squatted above Steve’s enormous cock, lining my pussy up, pausing when I heard incessant whining from the living room. I nodded to the bedroom door.
“Bring them in here.”
Steve trotted off to fetch his wife and my boyfriend, returning within a minute.
“You two stand at opposing corners in silence. Any movement or sound and I’ll throw you out, understood?”
They nodded, both thrilled to spectate my fucking.
“Back on the bed, with your cock standing to attention, Steve. Forget your pathetic wife and pay no attention to my whimpering, small cock boyfriend.”
I straddled Steve, using the rope to control my descent onto his shaft. When I reached his massive glans, I dipped its smooth head betwixt my labia, drooling lady cream all over it as if polishing him.
He gasped when I tensed my pussy, clenching the top inch of his enormous cock before sliding down it, lubricating as I went. At half mast, I stopped, squeezed his cock several times with my soft tissue pussy walls, smiled, then turned to my detainees, ensuring their eyes focused on my cunt.
“Are you ready to invade my cunt, Steve?”
“You’re fucking tight, Hannah.”
“Tighter than Diane?”
“Much tighter than my wife.”
Diane gasped, and I ignored the sneaky hand that wrung desperately between her thighs. There was only so much orgasm denial I would willingly inflict on a friend.
When I slid my pussy down the full length of Steve’s massive shaft, my pink cathedral rejoiced, celebrating its much wider and longer visitor. My reproductive organs moved inside as I ground my mons into his pubic bone, riding the blue veiny flesh monster until I clamped his shaft with my tight seal at its base.
My legs powered an ascension up his cock, and the rope controlled my descent. I managed my shafting on the biggest cock I’d fucked in years. When I locked eyes with my boyfriend, his were aflame, transfixed by my cunt as it rose and fell on Steve’s superior cock.
I grinned, nodding, so Steve knew I was about to cum, shooting the same greedy glance at Diane, who salivated madly while masturbating.
I rocked back and forth on Steve’s giant cock while he was lost in space, thrashing around the bed, gripping my duvet, desperate to hold his cum back until I orgasmed with him.
Steve’s cock felt primal inside me, activating my feminine hard-wiring and its overwhelming desire for pregnancy. My eyes dared him to send his swimmers and find the ripe egg tucked safely in my ovaries to spark a life that we would share.
When I exploded in orgasmic delight, he did too, and I felt an ocean of sperm squirt again and again, flooding my womb. The heat, and his cock twitching and jerking inside me, sent my body crazy. Overwhelming hormones took over, and I screamed desperately, begging.
“Oh fuck, Steve, please make me pregnant.”
I don’t know why I said it, because I was on the pill and there was no chance, but I felt something carnal about Steve’s cock. His eyes spoke of a forbidden desire, and I knew we’d gone too far even before his wife prised me off his shaft.
Diane desperately flipped me onto my back, systematically licking her husband’s cum from around my labia, forcing my knees wide apart, while Steve continued kissed me, lying by my side.
“It’s my fucking cum, Hannah, and you’d better be on the pill.”
“I am babe, I’m sorry that happened. I got carried away.”
Diane puckered her lips, then inserted them inside my hole, sucking hard as if vacuuming her husband’s seed from inside my pussy. I bucked in delight on the end of her tongue, my eyes still locked with Steve’s, shaking my head politely.
I don’t want you. I don’t want Jason either.
He’d caught feelings and Diane knew it. I hadn’t, but the moment had carried me away.
I pulled her head tighter into my pussy, helping Diane reclaim as much of her husband’s seed as would comfort her. She desperately needed to take him back, but I knew we’d already destroyed a marriage and my relationship.
Jason sensed something was awry and stepped behind Diane, fucking her with all his might. When he bathed her womb with his seed, he probably thought her sobs were an orgasm, but I knew better.
We collapsed on the bed, each afraid to speak or move, and slept with the exhaustion of post group sex and its draining, contradictory, powerful emotions that ally with such fun.
I woke in the early hours of the morning, extracting myself from intertwining bodies, careful not to wake anyone.
I took a coffee shot and stood naked in front of the panorama windows that looked on to the Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre twin towers. Occasional lightning cast brilliant shards and shadows in the desolation of a stormy night while I contemplated my life.
Jason had opened a door to release his taboo and, in doing so, I ventured through and found many more. I had ascended with new vigour.
I had to find myself.
I snuck out of our apartment before dawn with a holdall, dressed in jeans and a T, embarking on my adventure, leaving a note signed, Cum Bandit.
Koh Lipe, here I come.
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