Chapter 5 #2
Then he pulled out a little and thrust back in, going even deeper, impaling her on his cock, and making her scream as he touched places deep inside her which had never been stimulated before.
A few tears slid from the corners of her eyes as the sheer intensity of the sensations, of being so full of him.
"Fuck... you're so tight..." Leo said groaning. If Meg had had the air to speak, she would have told him it was only because he was so big; she didn't think her pussy could possibly stretch anymore.
Then he started to thrust and what little breath she'd started to regain was lost as she moaned and gasped, writhing as his slick length rubbed every inch of her sheath, his body grinding against her sensitive lips every time he buried himself completely inside of her.
But no matter how good it felt, from the side of the bed, Russ' audible groans and panting breaths, the sound of his hand furiously wanking his dick made it impossible to forget the reality of the situation.
She was a married woman and the man currently buried balls deep in her pussy was not her husband. But her husband was watching her getting fucked.
And fucking was definitely what it was, Leo's hard, rhythmic thrusts battered her pussy in a way she'd never experienced before, a way she'd only thought happened in pornos.
Just like in a porno, he suddenly reared back, hooking her legs into the crooks of his arms, so that her knees were bent over his elbows, spreading her legs even wider than before.
Now he could look down at her as he fucked her, watch his long, thick cock sliding between her pink folds, watch her writhe and clutch at the sheets as she started to orgasm.
Meg cried out as his cock went deep, his body slapping against hers, rubbing against her clit, and ecstasy washed over her.
Her pussy pulsed around his cock, clenching around the hard length that kept driving into her throughout her climax, sending her soaring higher and higher as she screamed and arched, rubbing her body against his.
Still he kept fucking her, like a machine, dominating her with his cock, like he was using it to beat her pussy into submission.
Feeling horribly sensitive all over, Meg whimpered as her orgasm receded, the pleasuring lingering and making her jerk and squirm as Leo kept plowing her pussy.
A noise made her look over at her husband; Russ was sitting in the chair, looking somewhat dazed, his spent cock still in his hand.
He'd obviously cum watching her cream herself all over Leo's cock.
.. but Leo wasn't anywhere near done with her yet.
"That's right beautiful, keep looking at your husband," Leo said, suddenly pulling out of her and flipping her over so that her ass was high in the air.
Her upper arms were trembling too much to hold her up and so her cheek pressed against the sheets as she stared at her husband, looking him right in his astonished blue eyes as Leo mounted her from behind, making her cry out again as this position made it feel like he was going even deeper into her body.
Large hands held her waist in place, holding her up to receive his thrusts, as he started fucking her again. He was so relentless, subjugating her pussy as she moaned and wriggled and felt her orgasm beginning to grow again.
She stared right at Russ as his cock began to grow in his hand again as he watched his wife being fucked doggy style.
"That's it beautiful, take my cock... your hot, little pussy feels so good... you're so wet for me, aren't you beautiful?"
Leo's dirty talk got Meg even hotter and seemed to have the same effect on Russ, whose cock was already growing in his hand again as he began to slowly move his hand up and down the thickening shaft.
"Does it feel good, beautiful?" Leo asked, ramming into her from behind. "Are you enjoying my cock?"
"Yes," Meg whispered, shuddering at even that admission.
"You like my big cock filling up your tight little pussy, don't you sweetheart?"
"Yes... oh yes..."
Russ was now starting to move his hand faster again, the dirty talk getting to him every bit as much as it was Meg.
"Do you like having your husband watching you getting fucked by a bigger cock than his?"
When she didn't answer immediately, Leo's hand lifted from her hip and came down on her ass, spanking her, and making her clench at the stinging swat.
"Yes!"
"You're going to cum on my cock, while your husband watches, aren't you beautiful?"
"Oh God, yes!” Meg screamed, choking on the force of her cry as Leo plowed into her from behind. She closed her eyes against the shocked gaze of her husband, who had never heard her sound like that before, as the most intense orgasm of her life so far hit her like a freight train.
It was heat and light, ecstatic bliss that careened through her body and sent her reeling.
Her pussy clenched, spasming around Leo's huge dick, tears actually sliding from the corners of her eyes at the intensity of her orgasmic rapture.
His hands on her hips were the only thing holding her up as he thrust twice more and then planted himself deep inside of her, his fingers tightening as he throbbed.
Wet heat spurted inside of her; he was so big she could feel every jet of cum as it traveled the length of his dick and released into her pussy.
The sensation was shocking, hot, and sent her on another wave of blinding ecstasy, her fingers digging into the bed, trying to pull herself away from the intense sensations as they became almost too much to bear.
But Leo held her fast, his dick fully buried, his groin rubbing against her splayed pussy lips, until her spasming sheath had milked every last drop of cum from him.
Only then did he finally give her bottom a little pat and caress, approvingly, and finally pull out.
Meg practically collapsed without him holding her up, twisting so she fell onto her side rather than her front. It was the side where Russ was still sitting, looking frozen, erect dick in his hand.
With a chuckle, Leo rose from the bed, his thick cock hanging, glossy with her cream, between his legs. She could already feel the copious amount of cum he'd just filled her with starting to leak from her pussy, as if her body couldn't contain it all.
"You look like you still have a bit of a problem there, Russ," Leo said. He gestured to Meg. "You can go ahead and fuck her now."
For a moment she thought her husband might protest—it did seem odd, after all, Leo giving Russ permission to fuck his own wife. Meg almost wished that he hadn't. Her pussy felt ravaged. Sore. Stretched from his huge cock. Already filled to overflowing with his cum.
But then Russ was already climbing onto the bed and... well, he was her husband. The man she should be having sex with. If he wanted to have sex with her after watching her with another man, that was his prerogative, wasn't it? Besides, Leo had told him to.
Russ' dick pushed into her pussy with a squelching noise, and she could feel more of Leo's cum leaking out around the length which was now inside her.
She could truly feel the difference between their cocks now, but it didn't matter.
She was so wet, so swollen and sensitive from the raw fucking Leo had given her, as Russ humped and pumped into her well-used pussy, she ended up cumming again anyway.
His own cry of orgasm quickly followed behind as she shuddered underneath him.
It was only after Russ had fallen atop her, panting, that she looked around and realized Leo had already gone.
She couldn't help but feel disappointed, which only made her feel guilty all over again.
But... Russ did keep making sure they spent time with Leo. Maybe she didn't need to feel disappointed or guilty at all.
The next evening when Russ got home, Meg hid her small disappointment that he'd come alone.
After all, her pussy still didn't feel fully recovered from being fucked by Leo Crisp.
She hadn't even been able to play with herself, not really.
Only the gentlest rubbing, and that hadn't been enough to get her off, although she hadn't really felt a dire need to cum anyway.
Leo had fully satisfied her needs in a way she'd never experienced before.
She'd just wanted to touch her pussy and feel how sore it was, feel the after effects of being fucked by him...
Unfortunately, Russ wanted to touch her pussy when he got home too, and she was definitely too sore for that.
"Ow... please, honey, I'm too sore," she begged. "Can I suck you off instead?"
To her relief, her husband's eyes lit up at the idea. "Yeah but... downstairs."
Too happy she wasn't going to have to have sex with him while her pussy was still recovering, Meg let him take her hand and lead her downstairs into the kitchen.
Her eyes widened as he led her over to almost the exact spot where she'd gotten on her knees for Leo and where Russ had watched her do so.
"Here," he said, tugging her hand down, his voice husky with excitement. "Do it right here."
She felt the urge to roll her eyes, which she pushed away. So her husband was a little obsessed with what she'd done with Leo, that made sense right? Especially since he'd watched the culmination of it.
Getting on her knees, she felt a little thrill of excitement, remembering what she'd done with Leo... and she told herself it was just as exciting when Russ pressed his dick to her lips and began to thrust into her mouth.
But what excited her the most was thinking about Leo.