The Demure Divorcee

The room felt very strange to Katelyn. But everything had felt strange since she'd walked out on her husband.

She was in the guest bedroom of her best friend from college, Emily. She had stayed in the hotel as long as she could. But just as the money was about to run out, she'd gotten a call out of the blue from Emily, who'd asked if she needed a place to stay. And she'd been so grateful she couldn't even make a pretense of refusing.

Now she was sitting in a strange bedroom, staring at the wall, wondering for the millionth time if she'd made a mistake. She hadn't even touched the two bags that Emily's husband Hank had dragged out of her hotel room, out to her car and the up the winding front steps and into the house. She felt like unpacking them would make it too real.

There was a light knock at the door and Emily poked her face in. Katelyn felt a slight bit of reality come back at the sight of the familiar visage that always seem on the brink of a naughty grin.

"Hey, want to join me on the deck for a drink or three?"

"Um, I guess."

She passively followed Emily out. Emily stopped at Hank's office — he was busy over his laptop — and told him they'd be outside. And then they went out into the warm evening and took up two lawn chairs. Emily handed her a glass of wine and the two women sat in the growing darkness.

For a while, they just casually chatted about work, life, gossip about friends. Emily didn't press the issue, but Katelyn knew they were going to inevitably come to her marital situation. As the wine settled in, however, her trepidation about the divorce grew into anticipation to the point where she was waiting for Emily to bring it up. It had been a couple of months now and she hadn't really had the chance to talk about it to a friend, woman to woman. Emily picked up on this. And after their second glass, spoke with a delicate voice.

"So ... "

"Yeah."

"I know I shouldn't say this. Because friends are always saying, ‘Yeah, you go girl' to someone who's contemplating a divorce. I really always hope that things will work out. But in your case ..."

"Yes?"

"In your case ... holy shit, Katelyn, what took you so long?"

Katelyn couldn't speak for a moment. And then she burst out laughing. And then the laughter turned to tears. Emily came over and gave her hug and kissed her forehead. But for a long time, Katelyn couldn't really speak. It was as if all the pent-up emotions of two months had come gushing out at once.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"No, no, no. It's OK. I know ... well, I don't really know ... but I can guess how hard this all is on you."

"But you think I'm doing the right thing?"

Emily looked at her for a moment and then nodded. "Absolutely. Doug is ... he's a piece of shit. I thought so when you married him. I've thought so for eight years. And now I'm finally glad I don't have to pretend otherwise."

"You're right," said Katelyn, sitting back on the chair. "I knew it. I knew it even I was walking down the aisle."

"So ..."

"Well ... it was my upbringing. I was always told I had to save myself for marriage. ‘Save yourself for marriage', ‘your chastity is scared', ‘no man will want a fallen woman'. But even though all that stuff was drilled into me from a very young age ... I just couldn't stick to it. I eventually slept with a man. And then he dumped me. And then another. And he dumped me. And then I slept with Doug. And when he said we should get married, I was relieved. I thought I was finally saved from a life of ignominy."

Emily touched her hand.

"I knew it was a huge mistake. But then it was my parents again, ‘No man will want a divorcee'. But when I turned thirty, it was like something changed in me. I started getting more assertive about what I wanted. And that really pissed him off. And then I realized that I desperately wanted kids and desperately did not want them to be his kids. Not that he wanted them anyway. He'd been stringing me along for years on the kids thing before I realized he didn't want any. And ... well, he barely ever wanted to do ... you know, the thing that makes kids."

Emily looked at her in shock.

"Really?"

"Really. That was one of the worst parts. It made me feel so ugly and unattractive. I guess it was a way of keeping me down, making me think no other man would want me. But that was what broke the camel's back. I would try to make myself look sexy and be all seductive. But he wasn't interested. I felt so humiliated when he would reject me that I stopped even trying.

"Then one day, I'm walking down the street and some construction workers start cat-calling me. And ... I mean, I didn't like it, obviously. They shouldn't be doing that to women. But it was like a revelation. I suddenly realized that I wasn't unattractive. That there were men who would want me. And that there was no reason to stay in that rotten marriage."

"Glad to hear that. You are ... quite attractive. I've always thought so. Hank has said so many times."

Katelyn blushed a little bit. She'd always envied Emily's look — tall, slender, sleek and with an ass to die for. And she knew that Emily, at least in college, had been a little bit bisexual. To hear a genuine complement from Emily made her feel better.

"So that night, he went out to the bar. And I packed up my things and left. I was terrified. But I made myself do it. He called me to scream at me until I blocked his number. And my lawyer got a restraining order. But ... this is really burning up what little money I had. And my parents have said they won't support me through this. So ..."

"You're more than welcome to stay here until you're back on your feet," said Emily, patting her hand. "It'll be like back in college!"

Katelyn smiled and brushed away a tear. Emily gave her hand another pat and then went back into the house. When she returned, she had a bottle of sparkling wine.

"OK, now this deserves something a little more special."

"Emily! This isn't something to celebrate!" Katelyn said with a laugh.

"Sure it is! You just got rid of 200 pounds of ugly fat and my best friend is my roommate again. That's definitely something to celebrate."

The night went on and the alcohol began to get to the two women. Their conversation was becoming more intimate and more interspersed with laughter and giggling. For the first time since she'd dashed out of the house with nothing but two suitcases, Katelyn was feeling happy.

"Cheers again," said Emily. "To being free of that lump."

"He wasn't that bad," said Katelyn. "I did love him."

"I'm not sure why," said Emily. "I always wondered what you saw in him when you first hooked up with him. It wasn't like he was rich or funny or anything."

Katelyn nodded. "That's true. And ..."

She blushed and then whispered, "And the sex was ... it was never good."

Emily feigned shock and put her hand to her mouth.

"I mean it wasn't awful. It was better than nothing, I guess. But even my previous boyfriends were better and ... they were no great shakes."

Emily looked up at the office window, where she could see the shadow of Hank working at his desk.

"That's not a complaint I can make," she said. "Hank is just ..."

She turned back to Katelyn and gave a wink and an OK sign.

"Really," said Katelyn, blushing.

"Oh, yes. It's fucking amazing fucking," she said and they burst into drunken giggles again.

Katelyn knew that Emily had been around. Had been round a lot. It had always been an odd contrast in their friendship — Katelyn's demureness against Emily's promiscuity. When they'd been roommates, Katelyn had lost track of the number of men Emily had spent the night with.

"I wouldn't think. Well ... he's just ..."

"Oh, you'd be surprised. First of all, he's ..."

She looked around and lowered her voice.

"He's very big. Like ridiculously endowed."

Katelyn laughed and put her hand to her mouth. But for the first time in weeks, she felt something stir inside her.

"And he knows how to use it. And ... well, it turns out ..."

She looked up again at the window, then leaned over to Katelyn and whispered.

"It was always great. From the very beginning. But not long after we hooked up, I discovered something about our Mr. Hank. He's into control. Taking control. And giving control. And he's really into being controlled by me. Orgasm denial, edging, all that. We have ... a lot of fun with that. It's gotten to the point where I can make him cum on command."

"No you can't," said Katelyn with a slight laugh.

"Well, I mean I can't just scream, "Hank, cum!" and make him spurt all over the place. But if it's been a while and I build him up and give him a nice long tease ... get him right to edge ... " she ended the sentence with another wink.

"I don't believe that."

"Well," said Emily. "You get me in the right mood and maybe I'll prove it to you."

"And he likes that?"

"He loves it. You know how men have to sometimes hold back so that they don't finish before their woman does?"

"Well, I've heard of that. Doug never did that."

Emily frowned. "What a piece of shit. Well, thanks to our ... rapport ... Hank doesn't have to even do that sometimes. If I've got him in the right place mentally, he can go as hard and as fast as he wants, be right on the brink, but not finish until I tell him to. It's like a 20-minute orgasm for him."

Katelyn blushed again, both at the image and at Emily's crude description.

Their conversation shifted back to more mundane things. And after a while, Hank came outside with a beer to join them. They chatted casually. But Katelyn suddenly felt a little intimidated by him, thinking about what Emily had said. She'd never known a man who was well-endowed or even rumored to be. She'd never known a man who was an expert cocksman or even rumored to be. She found herself acting like a schoolgirl with a crush: laughing at everything he said, hesitant to talk to him but constantly aware of his virile presence. And it turned her on even more to know that he was completely oblivious to what she was thinking about.

The alcohol had her mind going in all kinds of naughty directions. She found herself occasionally glancing at his crotch when he wasn't looking to see if Emily's boasts were real. After they went inside, she watched the two of them casually cleaning up and envisioned Hank pounding Emily through climax after climax. She shuddered slightly as another unfamiliar thrill of arousal went through her.

———

It was a few nights later that they were sitting around the living room, having another idle chat interspersed with some drinks. They were just beginning to feel the effects when Emily gave Katelyn a sly wink that said, "watch this".

"I'm really happy that Katelyn is going to be living with us for a while," Emily said to Hank. "She's been one of my best friends for years and years."

Hank nodded. "Treat our home like yours."

"I've always thought she was really pretty, too. Don't you think so?" she asked, leaning over and touching his crotch.

Hank jumped at the touch. He made eye contact with Emily who stared him down. He looked back at Katelyn and slowly looked her up and down. Katelyn became very aware of how short her skirt was and hot tight her shirt was. As she watched, Emily began moving her hands over her husband's pants. He nodded.

"Yes she is. Very pretty."

"Do you know what Kat was telling me earlier?" Emily said, gently touching a sizable bulge in his pants. Hank shook his head and shifted uncomfortably.

"She was telling me that her needle-dicked soon-to-be-ex-husband almost never wanted to have sex with her."

Katelyn blushed furiously. She was somewhat annoyed that Emily had divulged this information. But that quickly disappeared when she noticed Hank's reaction — or rather that of his cock. It slowly straightened out down his leg, creating a bulge far longer than Katelyn could ever have imagined. Surely he wasn't that big, was he? Emily grinned at Katelyn and began stroking her fingers up and down the thick concealed sausage.

"Can you imagine that? Can you imagine any man passing on such an attractive woman? Night after night? Can you imagine her lying in bed, wanting sex. Needing sex. And not getting it because her husband can't be bothered?"

"No," said Hank heavily. "No, I can't."

"Getting so frustrated she has to pleasure herself? Just aching for a man to come in and take her."

Hank shook his head.

"All that loveliness. Just wasted. Why I don't think she's had it for a least a few months."

Katelyn jumped again. Hank looked her up and down again.

"That's one way you've never disappointed me. Any time I've wanted sex, all I had to do was ask. And you don't stop until I'm sated."

She grinned at Katelyn again and continued her fondling, now taking long slow hard strokes down the length of his cock. The brazenness of it shocked Katelyn.

"It takes a lot to sate me, you know. When I want it, I really want it. And you can go as long as I want you to, can't you?"

He nodded again. She continued stroking him for a while. The silence in the room became thunderous.

"Katelyn's never had it that good. And after all this time, all this neglect ... just think about how tight she must be."

Katelyn gasped in astonishment. And Hank's cock swelled. Emily shifted her grip and was now openly masturbating him through his pants.

"I mean, she'd be tight anyway. She's maybe 5' 3". And short women are smaller down there. I mean that's just logical. But almost no sex? And with such a modest endowment even when she did get it? Just imagine."

She grinned at Katelyn and then shocked her with her next words.

"Just imagine what it would be like for that big penis of yours to open up that tight little pussy."

Hank's eyes were almost glazed over with arousal. And Katelyn, despite her embarrassment, realized that she was becoming aroused too. Her nipples were hardening against her bra. And her vagina was getting wet. Her breath began to come deeper and deeper. She looked down at the tremendous bulge in his pants. Just the thought of Hank plunging that ... thing ... into her scared her a little, making her want to cross her legs to protect her delicate pussy. But it aroused her too.

Emily kept squeezing her husband's mighty penis through his pants, stroking it harder and faster.

"You'd have to be careful with her being so tight. You wouldn't to hurt her, would you? Go in really slow and easy. Let her get used to your size before really giving it to her. But in the end, I'm sure she would love it. The way you stretch a woman out. The way you touch all of those sensitive spots, no matter how deep."

Hank's breathing got deeper and his cock swelled again, trying to rip through the fabric of his pants.

"I bet she's never had an orgasm from fucking. And I bet you could fix that."

Katelyn gasped in astonishment at the words. It was true. The only orgasms she'd ever had were the product of her own fingers. She'd sometimes wondered often if vaginal orgasms were just a myth. She locked eyes with Hank and he looked her slowly up and down, groping her curvaceous body with his eyes. His look seems to promise sex. Without thinking, she parted her legs.

"Ohh, look. She's giving us a little peek!" said Emily. "I can just see her panties. Can you, Hank?"

"Yes."

"Just a little. They're white. She must be a good girl to wear white panties. It's how she was raised: to be a good girl who wears white panties. Just think of what it would be like to take such a good girl, to really take her. Or maybe they're white but really sexy. I bet she'd love to wear something truly sexy. She's always crossed me as one of those good girls who could become a really really bad girl if she wanted to."

Katelyn blushed again. The panties she was wearing were very sensible and plain. But seeing the effect they were having on Hank made her feel like she was wearing the raciest sluttiest thong imaginable.

"Is there anything else you want to show my husband?" asked Emily. "Any other hint of the beautiful neglected woman who is living right under his roof?"

Katelyn didn't think. She reached up and pulled up her shirt, revealing her soft belly. Hank watched her every movement with an undisguised lust she'd never seen before. And she kept going until she had to tug it over one heavy bra cup. Like the panties, the bra was very sensible — a plain white underwire full coverage bra. But Hank's reaction — a powerful throb of his cock and a dazed look on his face — made it feel like she was wearing the sexiest bra on the planet.

"Wow. She is so busty. It's so rare to see such a short girl who's so busty. I bet those are at least 34 C's."

"36C," said Katelyn, then blushed again. She couldn't believe she'd told Hank her bra size.

"Wow." Emily pulled one of Hank's hands up to her breast. He began eagerly groping and kneading it.

"He loves my tits. Absolutely loves them. And I'm only a 32B. He'd go crazy over yours."

She turned back to Hank, stroking his cock harder and harder.

"Can you imagine that magnificent bust wasted on her husband? Tits that spectacular deserve a big cock. One like yours. Big cocks and big tits are just made for each other, don't you think?"

She stroked Hank harder, driving him toward climax.

"A woman that hot ... she doesn't deserve a few lame pumps every few months. She deserves to be fucked by a big cock until she doesn't know what month she's in. She's earned it by being so hot and so sexy. Don't you agree?"

Hank nodded. He was starting to pant with exertion.

"And just think of the dilemma you would face if you took her. Do you cum deep inside her? Let her feel those big spurts deeper than any man has ever been? Hank always cums a lot. He'd really fill you up. The way you deserve to be filled up."

Katelyn almost moaned at the thought of it, but bit it off. She'd never told Emily but her favorite part of sex was being cummed in. The way a man would clutch her, push as deep as he could. The way his cock would swell, throb and then melt. The feel of semen deep inside her. The thought of those millions upon millions of sperm seeking out her egg. It was all she could do not to masturbate right in front of them.

"A body like that ... you're supposed to fill up the way nature intended. She has got those fertile baby-making hips. I bet she'd pregnant really easily."

Katelyn finally let out a slight moan in response. Emily grinned like a cheshire cat at the sound.

"Or maybe you should pull out and cum on those magnificent tits? They're big, but you cum so much you'd be sure to do justice to them."

Katelyn resolve not to touch herself was weakening by the second. Just the anticipation had her on the brink of orgasm. One finger up her tight skirt and against her damp panties would have set her off.

Emily let go of her husband's throbbing penis. She grinned wickedly at Katelyn and then leaned into him.

"Now," whispered Emily. "Cum for me."

Hank's face turned red with exertion. His cock swelled massively in his pants, the head bulging out well down his thigh. And then, to Katelyn's shock, he grunted and began to cum. His cock throbbed against the confinement of his pants and a large wetness appeared and began spreading. Small spurts of white cum bubbled up through the saturated cloth. And he kept going — eight or nine spurts at least. Emily just watched giddily, her eyes occasionally flicking to take in Katelyn, who was taking deep excited breaths. Finally, he gasped aloud and slumped back onto the couch.

And then Katelyn climaxed. Without even touching herself, she came. It wasn't anything mind-shattering, just a slow pleasurable release that started in her clit and diffused through her body. But was definitely real. It was the first orgasm she'd had in weeks. And the first one on months that made her truly happy, not racked with shame over having to masturbate because her husband didn't want her.

It was quiet for a long long moment, the silence only punctuated by the deep breaths of Katelyn and Hank. And then Katelyn spoke.

"That. Was. Incredible."

"Wasn't it?" said Emily giddily. "It took us a lot of work to get there but ... he loves it. And I love it.

Katelyn pulled down her shirt and crossed her legs again. The tension seemed to diffuse but it didn't quite go away. Something had changed between the three of them.

"Hank, why don't you go clean up? I'll join you later on."

He stood up. For a moment, his cum-soaked pants were right in front of Katelyn, head-high. She had the absurd vision of herself leaning forward and licking the cum off his pants. But then he turned and walked off toward the bathroom.

"Told you," said Emily. "I really should have bet you money on that."

"I can't believe that." She paused. "Were you ... about what you said ..."

Emily laughed. "It's just play. Mostly. I know when he notices women. And he's been noticing you for years. I often tease him with fantasies about other women. And with you right here ..."

She laughed again.

"I've never pushed it this far. But it was fun. I hope I didn't freak you out."

Katelyn thought about how aroused she'd been.

"No, I'm good. It was ... fun."

"Good. I wouldn't have kept it up if I'd thought it was making you uncomfortable. I'm glad my instincts were on."

"No. Well, yes. Well, I mean. It did make me uncomfortable but ... in a good way."

Emily laughed. "You wouldn't mind it it happened again, then? Not right away, of course. But some night ... when the mood is right."

Katelyn giggled. "No, I wouldn't mind. That was ... I really liked watching that. As long as you two are OK with it."

"Oh, I can guarantee he's OK with it. In fact, he'd be OK with actually going through with it for real."

Katelyn's eyes widened and her legs closed again. She blushed furiously. Emily grinned seeing her reaction.

"And you?" said Katelyn. "You wouldn't ... I mean ... really ... "

Emily raised an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't really want Hank to ... " she dropped her voice to a whisper, "have sex with me."

Emily laughed, picked up her win glass and head to the kitchen.

"Well, that is an interesting question, isn't it?"

———

Katelyn was still a little dazed when she went to bed that night. She had never done anything like that before. Not even close. Even a year earlier, she would have died of shame from the dirty talk alone, least of all the perversion of watching a woman masturbate her husband. But today ... she was good with it. She was happy about it. She giggled to herself as she lay in bed, thinking about how crazy and funny and sexy it had been. It was the first time in her life something connected with sex had brought her pure joy.

She had almost drifted off to sleep when she became aware of sounds coming from Hank and Emily's bedroom next door. She came back to consciousness and listened.

They were fucking.

The bed was squeaking and bumping against the wall. She could hear Emily moaning in satisfaction. And occasionally, she'd her a low-pitched grunt from Hank. She quickly realized the sounds were for her benefit. She thought it likely that Emily and Hank had sex since she'd moved in, but she'd never heard so much of a peep. Tonight, they were letting her hear them and Emily was giving full voice to her satisfaction.

Once again, his was something that previously would have horrified her. On the rare occasions something like this had happened before, she'd put pillows over her ears to keep from hearing. But this time ... she listened eagerly, enjoying the auditory voyeurism. Her hands crept into her panties. She was still wet and aroused from the activities earlier that night. And it only took a minute for her to bring herself to a nice relaxing climax. But just when she thought her night as over, the sounds in the room got even louder.

"Yes, that's it!" cried Emily. "Right there. Keep going, you big stud! Make me cum again!"

Katelyn began rubbing her clit again, working toward a second climax as the wild sounds got louder and more persistent. She'd never masturbated herself to more than one orgasm at a time but the scenario was simply too arousing for her to ignore. Emily seemed to be cumming continuously, vocally spurring on her talented endowed lover. Katelyn's free hand began playing with her perky breasts, driving her faster and faster toward another climax. She'd never had anything like what Emily was getting. And the image that filled her head — Emily's slender body bent over while Hank plowed his big cock into her over and over — aroused her more deeply than she'd ever been.

For a delicious time, she played with herself while listening to their loud and aggressive fucking. It just seemed to go on and on. She quickly found herself on the brink of orgasm but held back, wanting to share it with her friends. Then Emily said something that pushed Katelyn right over the edge.

"Now cum inside me! Fill me up! Knock me up!"

There was a loud hard thrust and then she heard Hank grunting like an animal. Over and over again, he thrust and grunted, filling Emily's convulsing pussy with rope after rope of potent semen. Over and over again, Emily cried out as he swelled and exploded in her. And Katelyn's long-delayed orgasm crashed down on her, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body. It was like a knockout punch. She suddenly found herself very tired. Within minutes, she was sleeping more soundly than she had in years.

———

Within a month, Emily and Hank's house felt like home to Katelyn. She was sharing some of the errands and expenses, taking her turn preparing dinner, spending relaxing evenings with them. She felt like she'd been there for years. And, finally feeling like she was somewhere safe, she felt unburdened. It was like she'd been carrying a gigantic weight for so long she'd forgotten it was there. And now that she'd laid it aside, she almost felt like she was floating.

Of course, there was also the sex thing.

Katelyn wasn't sure what was happening to her. Her stay at her friend's house was, on the one hand, utterly normal. But on the other hand, it was like she'd taken a detour in unimaginable perversion. At least a few times a week, after they'd had dinner, they'd go into the living room and Emily would tease and edge Hank until he exploded in his pants, usually describing vivid scenarios of him having sex with Katelyn or with both of them. And at least a few times a week, she'd hear them fucking like animals and masturbate to the sounds. She'd cum multiple times listening to them but especially hard when she heard Emily urge him to impregnate her and he responded by doing exactly that. She was even dreaming about sex; frequently dreaming of watching her friends go at it or being taken by Hank. And, at least once or twice, she'd dreamed about kissing and fondling Emily, a thought that was both shocking to her and thrilling on some level.

Hank had yet to lay a finger on her. When they were alone, the subject of sex never came up. He was a complete gentlemen, acting like their teasing sessions weren't happening and addressing her in the most polite and respectful tones. But she felt deliciously vulnerable around him. It was like being in a cage with a panther. She felt like, at some point, the facade of normalcy would just shatter, revealing the animal lust underneath. At some point, he would just stop in mid-sentence and take her over the nearest convenient object. She didn't know when. But she felt like it was inevitable. And every moment between them, no matter how mundane, was laced with that growing loud undercurrent of sexual tension.

Being with Emily was as easy as ever. But there too, she would occasionally feel a sexual tension. They talked easier than ever and sometimes talked about sex. But only in the most abstract terms. Emily's boasting and teasing and innuendo were confined entirely to their sessions with Hank. Yet even there, she felt that vulnerability. As though Emily might suddenly call out to Hank and tell him to take Katelyn right in front of her.

It was about two weeks into their routine, that Katelyn became more active in their sessions.

"What if you just came into her work one day?" Emily asked one night while stroking her husband's obscenely tented pants. "Katelyn sometimes gets really bored at work. You could just go in and have her. Imagine the scene. Everyone sees you walk into her office. They hear the door close. And lock. A few minutes pass. And they hear her moaning. And then they hear you pounding her on the desk. They hear her cry out about how big you are and about how hard she's cumming. They hear you cum inside her. And then you leave."

Katelyn blushed furiously. Part of her wanted to hide under the couch, she was so embarrassed by the scenario Emily was painting. But the larger part was tremendously aroused by the idea.

"And the rest of the day, all her coworkers are in awe of her. They'll see her glowing with happiness. They know your cum is leaking out of her pussy. Maybe word gets back to her husband about how some horse-hung guy just casually gave his wife the fuck of her life in front of everyone. ‘Did you ever make her scream like that?' they'd ask. He'd try to pretend he had. But everyone would know he didn't."

"I don't think that would be quite their reaction," said Katelyn, giggling. But the scenario was making her more aroused than ever. Her pussy was soaked, her ovaries aching. And for the first time, she gave in. She spread her legs, letting her skirt slide up her thighs until her white cotton panties were exposed. And then she reached down and began stroking her hard little clit though the material.

"Ooh, look at that!" crowed Emily, stroking her husband's penis even harder. "I think she likes the idea."

Katelyn's other hand crept up her belly, found her heavy right breast and began fondling it through her shirt and bra.

"Yes, I think she'd like that. She'd definitely like it if you came to her work and ... then came intp her at work. And then it could go on. You'd pop in when she least expected it and take her again. Or maybe take her first thing in the morning so that she was wreck by the time she got to work. Hanks always wakes up with a huge erection. Just imagine him going in and waking you up with it, fucking you through climax after climax until you can't take it anymore and tell him to cum inside you."

Katelyn's fondling of her clit and breast became more frantic.

"And she'd show up to work reeking of sex and bleary-eyed. And everyone would know what had happened that morning."

Katelyn blushed again. But she also moaned. She was hurrying toward a climax.

"Then you could go to her work later that day. And all her co-workers would hear her begging you to stop because she just couldn't take any more. But you'd keep going until she was absolutely exhausted."

Katelyn cried out as she went over the falls. She rubbed her clit frantically as she came hard. And through the haze of pleasure she heard Emily command Hank to cum. Not that he need the help: the site of his wife's beautiful friend's orgasms already had him firing spurt after spurt into his pants. Katelyn opened her eyes to see his massive cock straining against his pants, which were covered in the biggest load of cum she'd seen from him. And she came again.

"He wants me," she thought. "He wants me so bad. He's married to such a gorgeous woman and he still wants me."

She'd never felt so sexy or so beautiful than she did at that moment. She came for the third time in under a minute.

For a time, the only sound in the room again was the loud breathing of Katelyn and Hank. Slowly, they recovered their wits.

"Wow," said Katelyn. "That was ..." She laid back on the couch with a deep contented sigh.

"I'm glad you liked it," said Emily.

This time, instead of sending her husband off, she just had him stay there in his cum-soaked pants. They turned the TV on and watched a few shows. Katelyn became aware that Emily was touching her husband's cum-covered crotch and Hank was getting hard again. At the end of the evening, Hank got up to go to their room. He walked past Katelyn slowly and let her take in the obscene sight of his pants, his erection straining so hard agains the wet material that she could clearly make out the massive head and long shaft.

"He wants to put that inside me," she thought.

"And I think I want him to put that inside me."

She shuddered as Hank walked away.

———

They were now having their little sessions three or four times a week. Emily would masturbate her husband. Katelyn would take care of herself. And Emily would spin wild scenarios for them. It was like they were having sex by proxy through Emily.

And Emily was nothing if not imaginative. She would spin wild tales of the Katelyn and Hank fucking in the back seat of the car while she drove them through a busy street. Or Hank stumbling into the wrong room late at night and taking Katelyn, thinking she was his wife and Katelyn eagerly letting him do so. She described Katelyn showing up to court, disheveled, glowing with happiness, reeking of sex, her panties filled with Hank's cum — and Katelyn's husband having to just sit there quietly through the humiliation. And all of these with frequent reminders of Hank's size, stamina and virility; and Katelyn's beauty, innocence and tightness.

About half the time she would let her husband finish and soak his pants in a prodigious load. And half the time she'd bring him right to the brink and then stop. She'd then send him off to do something and, when he stood up, the massive tent in his pants would be right in Katelyn's face. He'd stand still for a while, as though daring her to touch it, before moving off.

On one night, she'd made him sit down and watch a movie with them, occasionally stroking him to make sure he was still hard. That night, their sex session had sounded wilder than ever with Hank blasting two big loads into his wife's pussy as she urged him to get her pregnant. Katelyn rubbed herself to another three climaxes listening to them, the last so intense that she immediately drifted off into sleep and woke up three hours later with her hand still in her panties.

Katelyn was finding this was more than just perverted fun and games. She felt better about herself than she had ... ever. She was walking and talking and working with a confidence she'd never felt before. She was evan able to find a little money to update her wardrobe to emphasize her looks more. Nothing cheap or slutty; just a few fashionable items that flattered, rather than concealed, her body.

As before, nothing was happening outside of these little fantasy sessions. But the tension between Katlyn and Hank was now almost unbearable. She was constantly wet around him. And she could tell that he was always at least semi-hard around her. Once, they were sitting at the table, just chatting about work. And then he got up, exposing a tremendous tent in his pants. He lingered for a while, enjoying her gaze, before going into the kitchen. And the entire time, he spoke to her like there was nothing at all unusual going on.

She found herself making an effort to be sexy around the house, wearing short skirts or low-cut tops. She bought a couple of bras that emphasize her bustline. And she would occasionally miss a button on her blouse so that Hank could see little hints of her bra. The effect on him was noticeable. He never said anything, never did anything, never even openly leered. But she could feel his gaze on her when she would bend over a table in her tight skirt, showing off her round bottom. Or when she would say was tired and stretch her arms up, pushing her generous bust outward until it strained the material. It seemed to her that, on days when she had been teasing him a little, the load he produced during Emily's masturbation session was bigger or the sound of his fucking even more aggressive.

She was now masturbating every night before going to bed and every morning when she woke up. Anytime she was alone in the house, the slightest noise would have her thinking that Hank had come home to take her. Even work was no longer an escape. She would be working hard, getting things done. And suddenly her thoughts would fill with Emily's fantasy and she would be overwhelmed by both fear that Hank would come to her work one day and arousal at the thought that he would.

Then one day, she looked up to find him in the lobby. Her jaw dropped and her panties were instantly wet. He strode over to her office and she trembled, her mind bursting with possibility. She was terrified; she was exhilarated; she was ashamed; she was turned on; she was all at once and it paralyzed her. Even her hand didn't move, holding the pen in mid-stroke.

He stood over her desk, looking at the for a long moment. She felt naked under his gaze. She was searingly aware that from his angle, he could see down her shirt and get a good look at her full bust and lacy white bra. She glanced down and saw his semi-hard cock bulging out against his pants. She wasn't sure what he was going to do to her. She wasn't sure if she could resist him.

They held the moment for what felt like many minutes. And then he dropped a key onto the desk with a loud clatter.

"Emily and I have to go on business trip this weekend," he said. "We thought you might want to use our car."

She couldn't say a word.

"It is a bit bigger than yours. If you need to do some shopping, it has a lot more room. I'm sure you can appreciate the importance of size in that context."

She almost came from his words. She glanced down again and then up at his eyes. She leaned over a little bit, giving him a better look at her ripe cleavage. He pretended he hadn't noticed; just stood there, posed as though he could leap on her at any moment. And then he turned and walked out. When she finally came to her senses, she had to go to the bathroom and rub her clit furiously until she came twice.

When she finally had her wits about her, she realized she was disappointed that were going away but also relieved to have a weekend to herself. The non-stop tension was getting to her. And having a weekend to let the tension ease off and get her head on straight sounded like a boon.

Dinner that night was rife with tension. On the surface, their talk was casual and relaxed. But underneath it, it was a powder keg. When they finally retired to the living room, Katelyn sat back on the couch, anticipating another teasing session. For a while, nothing happened. They simply watched TV. But toward the end of he show, she heard Emily speak in her bossy voice.

"You know, they say when a man is away from his woman, his sperm count goes way up."

Katelyn jumped. The sudden switch of the conversation to sex was almost jarring.

"Some think it's because he might want to impregnate other women. Some think it's so that when he gets back, he can overwhelm the seed that any other man has put into her.

"I once went on a business trip for two weeks. When I came back ... we spent the entire day in bed. He came so much inside me I thought it would come out of my ears. He was an endless fountain that day. We had to change the sheets afterward, they were so soaked. If I hadn't been on the pill, he probably would have put triplets in me."

Katelyn's mind was filled with the image of Hank ravishing Emily like a starving man. And then cumming so much in her that it leaked out of her like a faucet.

"I wonder if it would be the same with you. If he were away for a few days and then came back. You've seen how much he cums when I'm just stroking him. Men cum a lot more from sex than they do from masturbation. That's well known. And they cum more when they're with someone who turns them on as much as you turn him on. And they cum more when their woman is fertile. Now add to that the thrill of taking another man's wife?"

Katelyn was beyond pretense at this point. She was rubbing her pussy through her pants, which felt viciously tight against her flesh. And her other hand was squeezing her breasts. She was getting close to ovulation and was feeling it this month — the easy arousal, the swell of her breasts until they almost overflowed her 36C bra, the constant wetness.

"Who knows? Maybe we can find out. Maybe when we get back, I'll finally let him have you. Let him fill you up. Let him drive you to orgasm after orgasm. Let him cum inside you until it overflows that tight little pussy of yours."

Katelyn noticed Emily wasn't stroking Hank this time, even though his rock hard erection was bulging obscenely against his pants. Emily noticed the gaze.

"I'll let him wait. Let it build up. And then, when we get back, I'll have to make a decision. Do I let him pump all that potent seed into me? Or do I finally let him pump it into you?"

Katelyn moaned as she came. Both visions were in her head simultaneously and she oscillated between them, not sure if she wanted to hear Hank fucking his wife again or finally give into him.

Emily stood up and took Hank by the hand. She blew a kiss to Katelyn.

"Have a lovely weekend."

———

By Monday morning, Katelyn was in a near frantic state. All weekend, she'd been thinking about Katelyn's words. Surely, this was just more teasing and play. But the tension that had been building for so long felt too real to deny. She lost track of how many times she'd masturbated, sometimes thinking about Hank taking Emily, sometimes thinking about him taking her, sometimes thinking about Emily taking her. All her plans for the weekend went to hell from the distraction.

She had kept encountering things that weekend that aroused her. On Saturday, she had gone to do laundry and saw a pair of Emily's panties that appeared to have a large quantity of semen encrusted in the crotch. On Sunday, she went into their bathroom to find something and spied a box of Magnum XL condoms in the trash, most of them still in their golden wrappers. She steadfastly avoided their bedroom but could feel its presence any time she walked by and couldn't help but think about what had been going on in there of late.

Emily had said they would be back Monday night and Katelyn woke up that morning fit to be tied. A part of her wanted to flee the house, to not be there when they came back so that nothing would happen. But the larger part — that dormant part that the last few weeks had woken — made her stay.

She spent the morning doing a few errands around the house, walking around in a T-shirt and panties like it was her own place. She was feeling quite sexy, which she often did around the midpoint in her cycle. She hadn't given in to the need to masturbate that morning but her arousal was lingering in her consciousness like a thick fog. The feel of the shirt against her braless tits and the snug pull of the panties against her clit kept her at that level.

By noon, she was ready to give in to her need. She decided to take care of a few last things and then go back to her room and enjoy a nice slow session. She'd just finished her last errand of loading up the washer when she heard a sound at the door. She whirled around. And then gasped at the site that greeted her.

Hank was standing there silently. There was not a stitch of clothing on his body. She tried not to look down but her eyes betrayed her. She gasped again at the sight of his rock-hard penis jutting out. Even seeing it through his pants had not done it justice. It was absurd: at least nine inches long and more than two across, undergirded by two fat balls. Seeing it shot her lingering arousal up several notches.

"That's for me," she thought. "That big thing is hard because of me."

She felt very vulnerable in her thin T-shirt and tight panties. For a moment, she could see herself through his eyes: a curvaceous barely dressed blonde, a thin gray shirt clinging to her braless 36C tits, a pair of white bikini panties emphasizing her curvaceous hips, narrow waist and full ass. Her hair up in a bun, emphasizing her face. He had been pacing the cage for weeks, drinking in her form. And now she was the most naked, the most sexy he had ever seen her. She knew that Emily must have been teasing him all weekend — all week, really. There was no way he could resist her. And she shuddered when she realized there was no way she could deny him.

Neither of them said a word. The silence was deafening. And then he stepped toward her, his big cock bobbing in the air. She gasped. He kept advancing on her. She backed up until her pantied ass was against the washing machine. He reached an arm out and touched her face. Despite the aggression in his eyes and the swiftness of his approach, his touch was gentle, almost a caress. He closed the distance and his cock touched her belly. She jumped at the feeling. But then, on instinct, she tipped her face up to him and he kissed her.

It was like a cloud had burst, like the panther that had been pacing the cage for days had suddenly lept upon his prey. Hank's first kisses were tender but they quickly became hard and ferocious, harder than anyone had ever kissed her. And she melted beneath the assault, her legs going weak. In the back of her mind, she knew she should resist him, should push him away. The teasing had been fun but nothing was supposed to come of it. She was still technically married! But the intensity of the kissing and the feel of his hands on her body made resistance impossible. No man had ever approached her with such naked sexual hunger. And she reveled in every second of it.

He pushed her up on the washing machine and began aggressively groping every inch of her body, pulling at her clothing, grinding his cock into her mons and belly. She moaned in response. Suddenly, every nerve in her body was on fire. It had been so long. Her breasts began to ache with need. She grabbed his hand, pulling it up onto her left one. He growled as his big hand encircled the firm globe. He pulled her down from the washing machine and turned her around. Then he circled his arms around her and claimed both of her overflowing 36C's. He began kneading them roughly as he ground his massive cock against her ass.

She almost collapsed from arousal. She had never been treated like this. Her previous lovers had treated her breasts like radio dials, attracted to them but unsure what to do with them. Hank knew exactly what he wanted from her. All she could do was stand there and let him grope, squeeze and caress every inch of them. And the grinding of his cock against her ass made it all the more intense. She was being taken for the first time in her life.

After an endless time, he turned her around again and pulled her shirt off. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her bare breasts, swollen even bigger by her pending ovulation. And then he dove in. She could do nothing but lie back and enjoy it as he assaulted her breasts, kissing, biting and licking them. No man had ever worshipped her body like this and she was reveling in it. Her nipples were hard and tender, her juices flowing, making her panties damp. She could even feel the first stirrings of orgasm deep inside her — and he hadn't even touched her pussy yet!

Then she gasped again as he pressed his big cock against her mons. He used one hand to push it down and she felt the huge head slide between her legs and over her soaked vulva. Even through her panties, it felt amazing. In no time, she was writhing and moaning underneath him, working quickly toward the climax that had been lingering since that morning. And then she came for him, a long restless orgasm that started in her nipples and clit and worked its way deep into her belly. He kept grinding against her as she came, drawing it out, letting the fire burn in her for a deliciously long time. And then it faded. They stood still, their panting breath the only noise in the room.

But Hank was just getting started. Moving a bit back from her, he grabbed her panties and pulled hard. The thin straps, worn and frayed from years of washing, snapped instantly, sounding like a gunshot in the small silent room. And it was that feeling — her panties giving way and the sudden feel of air on her wet pussy — that resigned Katelyn to her fate. Whether she wanted it or not, this bull stud was going to take her right now, right here on the washing machine. There was no denying him with that fire in his eyes. And she wanted to be taken; needed to be taken. This aggression and dominance was exactly what had been missing from her life. She was ready: physically, emotionally and mentally.

She gasped as his thick head touched her soaked vulva. He felt immense. She tried to relax her body so that she could accommodate him. But he didn't push into her.

"Look at me," he said quietly. They were the first words either had spoken and they broke the silence like thunder.

She looked into his eyes. He held her gaze for a moment. And then he relished the look of surrender as he pushed forward. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as her vulva parted impossibly wide for him. None of the men she'd been with had been anywhere near as hung as this. She would have thought her instinct was to push him away. But instead, she instinctively spread her legs wider to accommodate him, put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in close.

"You're so big," she gasped.

"You're so tight," he replied as he pushed his cock even deeper.

Despite his size, it felt fantastic. She had never been so wet or so ready for a man before. She moaned as he stretched out her pussy, his colossal head pushing deeper and deeper into her. Emily had been right; every little thing in the fantasies she'd spun for them was coming true. He was touching all of her sensitive spots, quickly pushing her arousal level up. She writhed and moaned on the washing machine as he worked his big cock into her. And the entire time, he kept her eyes locked on his, savoring every bit of her submission. And just when she thought his cock would never end, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt his belly against hers.

"Oh, my, you are enormous," she gasped.

She looked down and watched him slowly withdraw almost the entire nine inches from her, letting her see just how deep he was. And then she watched in disbelief as he slowly sank the entire length back into her.

"I knew you'd be able take it all," he said. "From the first moment I met you."

"Have you wanted me all this time?" she moaned.

"I've wanted you since I first me you," he said, beginning to slowly stroke into her. She gasped again at the feeling. Within minutes, he was sliding his big member in and out of her, each thrust going deeper than she thought would be possible. And she was rapidly getting frantic. There was no escape, no respite from the stimulation. Every inch of her pussy was being stimulated at once. He was so thick, he was grinding her clit on the downstrokes. And so long, he was touching sensitive spots so deep she'd never known they were there.

"You're going to make me cum," she said. "I've never cum from sex."

"Then cum now," he said. "Cum for me."

She whimpered as the first orgasm seared through her body like a hot bolt of lightning, seeming to come from everywhere along her pussy, from deep inside all the way out to her clit. She'd never felt anything like it but it was pure ecstasy. What made it all the more intense was the certain knowledge that it was her first, that more like it were coming. She knew, instinctively, from the way Hank was plowing into her, that he wasn't even remotely done with her. He wasn't stopping or slowing down; he was continuing at the same relentless pace as though she weren't even cumming. He was going to fuck her through orgasm after orgasm all afternoon, if he could.

He pulled her close for another intense kiss. Then he laid her back. Using one hand to stabilize her precarious position on the washer, he used the other to explore every inch of her body. He caressed her big breasts, which jiggled with every deep thrust. He ran his hand over every part of her belly. He finally settled both hands on her hips, holding her down as he slowly worked his cock into her over and over again.

Katelyn could only lie there and enjoy it. She felt a second orgasm building in her — more slowly this time with Hank's more relaxed pace. She closed her eyes and let it build and build until she was almost frantic. And then a particularly hard deep thrust sent her over and she had a long delicious descent from the height.

He stopped for a moment, pulled her up and kissed her again. For a good minute or two, they kissed each other — this time gently and hesitatingly. He stopped and waited until she opened her eyes and looked into his. And then he roughly turned her around and bent her over the washer. Before she could even think, he plunged his cock back into the depths of her pussy.

Katelyn gasped aloud. He felt even bigger from this angle. The slow fuck was giving way to something much harder and more primal. And his cock was pressing hardest against her most sensitive area. She moaned and burbled as her body prepared for another big climax. He fucked and fucked and fucked as the climax built. And then it broke like a tidal wave.

She cried out as her orgasm erupted, so intense it was almost painful.

"You're making me cum so hard," she managed to gasp. "I love the way you fuck me."

She felt his thrusts change, working deeper and harder. She heard his breath start coming in gasps. She felt his grip on her ass tighten. And she realized he was very close to cumming. At long last, he was going to fill her the way Emily had described so many times in such lurid detail. Her excitement level began to slowly rise again to meet his. She was ready to give in, to take the massive load that he was building up. But a faint whisper of common sense floated through her orgasmic haze.

"I'm not on birth control," she managed to gasp.

"I know," he said.

"I'm ovulating," she said.

"I know," he replied. His casual response only heightened her excitement.

"Are you going to cum in me?"

He didn't answer but his deepening thrusts told her he was.

"Are you going to get me pregnant?"

No answer. He didn't need to give one. She came again, with a moan of pleasure that was almost a sob. Of course, he was going to knock her up. That's what bull studs did, wasn't it? That's why he had her bent over the washing machine, fucking her from behind like a stud servicing a mare in heat. After fucking her so expertly giving her so much pleasure, he deserved to take her egg. She felt his cock throb deep inside her, ready to unleash a big load of potent sperm into her vulnerable womb, ready to impregnate her.

"Tell me to cum in you," he growled. "Tell me to knock you up."

She shook her head. "I can't."

"Tell me to cum in you," he repeated. "Tell me to knock you up."

She moaned, again intensely aware of the big penis deep inside her and what it was about to do. Emily's training meant she could control the moment. But she felt something give in. She needed this as much as he did.

"Cum," she sobbed.

"Say it again."

"Cum in me."

"Again."

"Cum inside me. Breed me. Knock me up with that big cock."

Hank's grip tightened on her fertile baby-making hips and he pushed as deep as he could. She realized she was about to experience the intense hard insemination she'd been listening to for weeks. His cock swelled inside her and they held that precipice for one golden moment.

And then they both went over the falls. Hank began to spurt long thick ropes of semen deep in her unprotected vagina. Katelyn's jaw dropped again — she'd never been able to feel a man cumming in her like this. And the sensation brought her fading climax back with a vengeance, making her cum so hard tears came out of her eyes. Some deep part of her knew how wrong this was — to let her friend's husband risk knocking her up like this. But that wrongness made it all the more arousing. The animalism of the moment made the world shake. The sound of their fucking got squishy and sloppy as his prodigious load began to leak out. But he kept going, pumping the long cruelly-teased buildup into her fecund womb. Finally, he made one last deep thrust and then slumped against her.

Katelyn couldn't even speak. She was content to just lie bent over the washing machine, basking in the afterglow. It had been months since she'd had sex. And years since she'd had anything but indifferent sex. She enjoyed every sensation — her sore but contended pussy, Hank's thick cum leaking out of her and running down her legs. Her heart rate and breathing slowly returning to normal. The sweaty stickiness of her body.

She should have been panicked over what had just happened. She should have been hysterical that she might have just gotten pregnant. But there was no panic or fear, just a calm contended happiness she hadn't felt for a long long time.

Hank picked her up and she felt light as feather as he took her into his arms and kissed her some more. She responded idly, returning the kisses but mostly letting him caress and pleasure her.

Then Hank gently turned her around and slowly bent her over the washing machine again, her belly rubbing against the cum that had leaked out of her. He spent a long moment caressing her ass and hips. She was enjoying this feeling of being worshipped. Hank seemed to love her body so much. But then her eyes went wide as his steel-hard cock touched her sloppy cum-soaked pussy and slid into her again.

"What are you doing?" she gasped as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive size once again.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" he growled.

"But you just came."

"That doesn't mean I'm done with you. I've wanted you too long to just let it go at that."

She couldn't believe what was happening. She knew he'd cum. She could feel his cum running down her thighs. But he was going at her like nothing had happened. Like he'd just paused to catch his breath.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she wondered. But that thought quickly dissolved as her body automatically responded to him. Her hips began to move, her nipples hardened again, her pussy got deeper and tighter, she began to involuntarily moan with each hefty thrust.

It wasn't long before Hank's deep strokes and the perversity of the scene had her frantic again. She was rapidly reaching the point of exhaustion. And Hank was still going. Katelyn dimly realized that, as with Emily, he couldn't cum unless she told him to. That feeling of power in the midst of her powerlessness gave her a second wind. She began to push her hips back against him, taking him even deeper.

She came slowly but intensely, reveling in her sexuality, pushing her hips against him to push his cock as deep as it could go. And still he kept going, pounding her over and over again.

This climax, unlike the earlier ones, didn't drain her though. It seem to breath new life into her. She straightened up and Hank pulled out of her. She turned around and kissed him intensely, reaching down to stroke his cock. It felt enormous in her hands, which couldn't quite encircle its considerable girth.

"How did you get so big?" she giggled.

"Just lucky, I guess."

"Does Emily take it all?"

"Every time."

She kissed him some more and then motioned to the floor. He quickly laid down on the linoleum, his nine inch cum-streaked cock sticking straight up. Katelyn had some misgivings as she looked at. But she wouldn't let her nervousness get to her. She sat astride him and began rubbing her pussy over his length.

"Have you really wanted me since you first met me?"

He ran his hands over her body and she cooed at the touch.

"Yes. I've always thought you were hot. And you've only gotten hotter as you've gotten older."

She pushed back until his head was touching her vulva. She gasped again at its thickness.

"Did you ever think you'd have me?"

He grasped her hips.

"Yes. I knew I was going to have you. I could always feel that about you."

She moved her hips and pushed back. She gasped as his cockhead parted her lips. She slowly sank down, savoring each inch as it pushed up into her tight pussy.

"Oh, that's good. I don't think I could ever get tired of this."

She lowered herself a little bit more and a little bit more until she was finally sitting atop him again, his cock once again stretching her and touching all her sensitive spots. She began to ride him, slowly picking up the pace as she got used to him again.

She'd only fucked cowgirl a few times, and not for many years. She'd forgotten how much she liked it. And with Hank, as with everything, it was dialed up 11. She was in control, riding his big cock, taking it as deep or as shallow as she wanted, wantonly rolling and jerking her hips as her excitement built. But he refused to be passive. His hands were all over her body, rubbing her clit, caressing her hips, squeezing her breasts. For a while, he pulled her face down to his and kissed her savagely while fucking his big cock up into her delighted pussy, giving her a rapid-fire orgasm.

"I'm so yours," she moaned. "You can have me any time you want me."

When the orgasm cleared, she felt that exhilaration again. She now felt in control for the first time that afternoon. She put her hands on his and forced his arms down. She rode him slowly, letting him drink in the sight of her, rolling her hips to maximize her own pleasure like he was just an elaborate sex toy.

What made it extra arousing was the look on his face. He was intensely aroused by her, his eyes roving all over her body from her glowing face to her jiggling breasts to her rolling hips and soft belly. His look told her he could just overpower her if he wanted to: push her back and fuck her to his heart's content. But he was giving in to her, letting her control the moment.

She again felt that throb deep inside her that foretold another climax from Hank. She grinned wickedly down at him.

"Do you want to cum inside me again?" she teased.

A grunt.

"I've read that sometimes cumming inside a woman once isn't enough to get her pregnant. Her immune system might reject the sperm. But cumming in her twice can overwhelm her defenses."

She deepened her thrusts. She moved his hands up to her voluptuous ass. He squeezed the soft flesh.

"Do you want to cum?" she taunted, as she rode him. "Do you want to cum inside me? Do you want to knock me up?"

He nodded.

She put her hands on her belly.

"Look at this belly. My egg is in there, waiting for your sperm. All you have to do is cum and it's yours. Think about my belly getting big with your baby."

She moved her hands back up to her hefty jiggling bust.

"Think of how big these things will get. They say you go up two cup sizes when you're pregnant. I'm a 36C now. Can you imagine me as a 36DD? Can you imagine these that much bigger?"

He moaned.

"Some women get really horny when they're pregnant. I won't have to beg for your cock, will I? Will you still want to fuck me when I'm pregnant? With my big belly and huge tits?"

He nodded. His cock swelled deep inside her.

She stopped and carefully raised herself, letting his long long cock slide out of her. She moaned when the big head finally slid out of her engorged vulva. With a grin, she stood up next to the dryer. She sat up on it, offering him her sloppy, well-fucked pussy one more time.

"Then take me, stud. Cum inside me."

Hank grunted and his cock began twitching in mid-air. In a moment, he was off the floor and in front of her. He again locked eyes with her so he could see the surrender in her face. Then he lined his twitching cock up with her pussy and slid in. And not a moment too soon. The second his massive head cleared her engorged vulva and pushed deep into her vagina, he began spurting, his eyes not leaving hers as he inseminated her.

Katelyn cried out as she came again, hard and deep. The sounds of their fucking got more intense and he continued to plow into her cum-filled pussy. His abundant potent seed began to leak from her straining lips, running in thick rivulets down her thighs. If anything, it felt like was pumping even more semen into her than the first time.

"I'm being bred," she thought. "I'm being bred like an animal. And I love it."

She felt a deep feeling of connection and happiness. This was how sex was supposed to be: powerful and natural, without the artifice of condoms or pills. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in close. They resumed their ferocious kissing, moaning into each other's mouth as they went through the throes of climax.

Finally, it was over. They stayed still for a long moment, their sweaty skin pressed together, their breath coming in gasps. Katelyn felt him start to soften inside her and felt a thrill of triumph. She looked at him with glazed eyes. She'd never felt so intimate with a man before. She felt an absurd need to say that she loved him even though she didn't really feel that way about him.

It took her a long time to realize that she wasn't hearing the exhausted breathing of two people. She was hearing the breathing of three. With a start, she turned and looked to the laundry door. There stood Emily, gloriously naked, her wet fingers still idly stroking between her legs.

"Have you-" began Katelyn. She had to stop and catch another deep breath.

Emily nodded.

"Oh, yes. Since the very beginning. I had hoped it would be good. But I didn't expect it to be this spectacular. I must say, you've got some hidden talent, my girl. It's rare that I can get him hard again right after such an explosive fuck. Just think what it's going to be like once you two really learn each other's bodies?"

Katelyn was too worn out to respond. Emily came over and gave kisses first to her husband and then to Katelyn.

"I spent all week winding him up. And all weekend teasing him right to the point of cumming. And then I bought him home and unleashed him on you. You don't think I was just going to go do some grocery shopping while that was going on?"

"I didn't think ... never mind."

Katelyn took her hand.

"Come to our room. Both of you. Let's really get to know each other."

———

Katelyn felt like she was in a dream as she followed Emily into the bedroom she shared with Hank. Emily took her by the hand and led her over to the king-sized bed. It all felt so unreal; she couldn't believe what had just happened, what she'd just done. Nor could she believe what she was about to do.

She laid down on the bed and Emily laid down next to her. Hank sat on the edge, gazing contentedly at the pair of them, as though unable to decide which was the sexier.

"Do you ... do this often?" Katelyn said, with a slight laugh.

"Actually, no," said Emily. "In fact, until today, I was the only woman he'd been with."

"Really? I would have thought ... with that thing ..."

Emily looked at Hank and smiled. "He was shy when he was younger. You remember we met senior year? He'd gotten close a few times before me, but they were scared of his size. And while he was always happy with me, we'd talked for years about opening things up a little. I was just so happy it was with you."

"Well," said Katelyn, "it does seem a bit selfish for you to not share him."

Emily laughed. "That's what he always says. And I finally was good with it since-"

She looked at Hank. "Should we tell her out little secret?"

Hank said, "Not yet."

"So what do you want to do next?" Emily asked looking at the two of them.

Hank looked at Katelyn significantly, then looked at Emily.

"Oh, so it is my turn to have my way with her?"

Katelyn shook at those words. She has occasionally fantasized about being with another woman. But her upbringing had always made her push those thoughts aside. She didn't know if it was the endorphins, the hormones or just the sheer unreality of the situation that made her say her next words.

"I'd ... kind of like to try that."

Her voice was so quiet and shy that she wasn't sure they'd heard her. And then Emily rolled over to her and touched he face gently.

"Are you sure about that?"

"As sure as I am about anything today."

Emily kissed her cheek gently.

"I'm guessing you've never been with a woman."

"No."

Emily kissed the other cheek.

"Have you ever wanted to be?"

"A bit. But ... I ... I want to be with you. That I know."

Emily paused face-to-face, reading her friend's eyes. And then she kissed her on the lips. It was very different from Hank's kissing — gentle, unaggressive, unthreatening. She quickly lost herself in it. She became aware of her hands touching Emily's body and Emily's hands touching hers. For a long time, they just explored each other.

"You feel so different," giggled Katelyn. "So curvy and soft."

"Do you like it?"

She nodded with a big grin.

Their kissing and groping gradually became more intense. Emily began kissing her way down Katelyn's body, spending a long time on her ripe firm breasts.

"I like my tits," she said. "Always been happy with them. But there's something a big bust I've always envied. And I always thought yours was spectacular."

Emily continued to move her way down, making Katelyn tremble when she caressed and kissed her belly. But she tightened up as Emily closed in on her pussy.

"No," she moaned.

"What?"

"It's gross."

"I can assure you that I have a better view of the premises than you do and it's not at all gross."

"But no one has ever-"

Emily took her hand. "Do you trust me?"

Katelyn nodded.

"Then trust me. We'll try it out for a minute. I'll ease you into it. And if you don't like it, I'll stop."

Katelyn nodded and lay back. She could at least try it and see what the fuss was all about.

Emily maneuvered between Katelyn's thighs. She thought Katelyn's pussy was beautiful, especially with the lips gorged from the previous sex and Hank's cum still leaking out. She touched between her lips and Katelyn's jumped. She pulled her finger back and showed it to Katelyn. It had a blob of Hank's cum on it. With a grin, she put the finger in her mouth.

"I've always loved the taste of Hank's cum. But it tastes particularly good when it's in you."

"The two great tastes that taste great together," said Hank. All three of them burst out laughing.

"Hank! I am trying to do some seducing here!"

"Sorry."

"Thank you." She turned back to Katelyn. "Now where was I? Oh yes."

Emily began to touch Katelyn's thighs and mons gently, letting her friend get used to the touch. After a while, she felt the tension go out of Katelyn's legs. And then she slowly worked her fingers in toward her pussy. She kissed her thighs and just breathed gently on her vulva.

This wasn't Emily's first time initiating a woman into the ways of Sappho. This time was a little more important since Katelyn was so important to her. But from the first touch of her lips on Katelyn, she could see little excited trembles in her friend's pelvis. She grinned to herself. This was going to go very well.

"Just tell me if I do something you don't like," she said.

"I love everything you're doing so far," replied Katelyn.

Emily slowly built things up, working her fingers over the vulva and clitoris, occasionally gently easing one into her ravished vagina, where she could feel even more of Hank's prodigious load. Her kisses began to trail in toward Katelyn's pussy. She could feel her friend tense up, but it was a good tension, an expectant one. When she finally softly kissed her friend's clit, Katelyn moaned deeply.

"That feels wonderful," she said.

To her astonishment, Katelyn found herself enjoying it. Perhaps it was because she was getting it from another woman, who was a bit more sensitive to what was going on. But the usual roughness and unpleasantness she had associated with it was gone, replaced only by a growing happiness. As Emily began to work over her vulva and clit, she felt that happiness began to center on her pelvis, presaging yet another climax.

"You are really good a this," she said.

"It's been a while," said Emily. "Maybe when you've gotten used to it, I'll let Hank go down on you. He's really good; better than most women actually."

Katelyn opened her eyes slightly and looked over at Hank. He was watching them intently and stroking his rehardening cock.

"Really?"

"As I said, he takes to training really well."

Emily resumed. She wasn't going to go all in the way she might with an experienced partner. But she kissed and licked Katelyn's vulva and clit, gradually building up her climax. Katelyn's breath began to come in sudden gasps. She was close. But she couldn't quite give in.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so close."

"It OK. You don't have to cum your first time. I don't think I did. Just relax and enjoy it."

That seemed to take the pressure off. Katelyn felt the moment approach. And on one particularly lingering pass of Emily's tongue over her clit, Katelyn went over the edge. This wasn't like the intense almost jarring orgasms that Hank had given her. This eased into her slowly, suffusing her entire body with tingling happiness. Slowly, the waves built in intensity and focused on her clit. Until it became so intense she sat up and bent over, shaking like a leaf.

"No, stop stop, it's too much!" she managed to cry out.

Emily stopped and Katelyn flopped back on the bed. The next thing she knew, Emily was kissing her. She idly kissed her back, still a little too exhausted to respond. She could taste herself and Hank on her friend's lips. The sheer perversion of the moment almost made her climax again. Then she lay back again, breathing deeply.

After a while, she became aware that Emily was moving back and forth. She looked up and saw that Emily's eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. For a while, she was confused about what was going on. But then her head cleared enough so that she realized what was happening. She looked down to see Hank had worked his cock deep into his wife's soaked pussy and was now thrusting hard into her depths.

"Again?"

Emily grinned.

"If he hasn't cum for a few days, he can go all night. He's fucked me three or four times in one day. I actually don't know what his limit is because I always wear out before he does."

"Has it been a few days?" whimpered Katelyn.

"I had him save up for almost two weeks for you."

Katelyn moaned and came again, thinking of the pent-up sperm Hank had emptied into her. And how much more must be left. It was again, exactly as Emily had described in their fantasy sessions. Only the reality was even better.

Emily closed her eyes and then cried out as she came. Katelyn watched as Emily's face contorted with the effort, then released as the orgasm passed through her. Emily opened her eyes and grinned.

"I don't usually cum so fast," laughed Emily. "But seeing you two together. And then going down on you. Best foreplay I could imagine."

Hank slowly withdrew his nine inch cock from Emily. They rolled together, kissing and biting and each other until Emily was on top and smoothly mounted him again. Within a minute, they were going at it at the same steady pace, with Emily squeezing her own breasts as her excitement mounted.

Katelyn lay there and watched the scene she'd been hearing for weeks. She was amazed at how smoothly they moved together and anticipated each other's moves. And she was astonished to see just how big Hank's penis was up close and just how deep it must be going in Emily.

"That was all in me," she thought and shuddered.

Hank's breathing was getting deeper and deeper as he arousal shot up. After another orgasm, Emily grinned down at him.

"Do you want to cum?" Emily taunted.

"Yes," grunted Hank.

"Well, that's too bad. You can't cum inside me. Not yet, anyway. You can, if you wish, cum inside ..."

She looked over at Katelyn. Katelyn blushed and her hands went protectively to her pussy. Emily slowly raised herself off of Hank's gorged prick and sat down on the bed.

"What do you say, Katelyn? Can Hank have just one more ride?"

Katelyn's mind was screaming no. But her hands moved aside and her legs parted on their own. She raised her legs up, angling her pussy toward Hank.

He didn't need any more hints. He got on his knees and crawled over until he was atop her. He looked in her eyes and rubbed his enormous head, slick with Emily's juices, over Katelyn's equally slick vulva. She sighed in response.

He kissed her again and then straightened up. Katelyn gasped as his big cock plowed into her once again. Even though she'd already had him twice, she was still surprised at how enormous he felt.

"How do you ever get used to this?" she gasped.

"I don't," laughed Emily. "He feels as big to me now as he did the first time. Every time he enters me, I feel like he's going to break me. Until I get used to him and then it's fantastic, as you well know."

She grinned. "So don't worry. He's not going to ruin you. No matter how many times I make him fuck you, it will always feel this way. It will always be this tight a fit."

Katelyn moaned again at the thought that this wasn't to be a one-time thing. She had more of this to look forward to. She locked eyes with Hank and began rolling her hips, maximizing the pressure his big cock placed on her sensitive spots. In no time, she was moaning and gasping with pleasure. And within a couple of minutes, she seized up as she gave up another orgasm for him. Hank didn't stop but plowed right through it, each press of his cock against her G-spot bringing another intense wave of pleasure.

"I don't know how much more I can take," she said when she finally recovered.

"Don't worry," said Emily. "I'll decide when you've had enough."

"And then you'll make him cum in me again?"

"And they you'll make him cum in you again."

Katelyn couldn't help but think of that. She had thought she'd enjoyed being cummed in before, but being inseminated without any protection was on another level. She began to respond to his deep thrusts again. After a moment, Emily leaned over to Katelyn and whispered.

"I'll tell you our little secret. Do you want to know?"

Katelyn nodded. "Tell me. Please."

"I'm pregnant."

Katelyn's mind exploded at those words. She suddenly remembered listening to them fuck and Emily tell Hank to knock her up. And she almost came at the thought that she'd actually heard him impregnating her.

"Yep. The stud nailed me on the very first try. Can you believe it?"

She felt Hank's strokes deepen in response. Katelyn was suddenly very aware of all the fertile sperm he'd already pumped into her. And the sperm he was about to add to that.

"See, I knew you needed to be fucked. I knew you wanted him to fuck you. And, of course, I knew he was aching to take you. I just wanted to wait until the time was right."

"For what?" she moaned.

"I don't want to be pregnant all alone. I want you to be pregnant with me."

Katelyn could only moan in response. Her ovaries ached with arousal.

"And make no mistake, he's going to knock you up. If not tonight, then tomorrow. Or the night after that. Or the week after that. If he has to fuck you every night for the rest of your life, that's what he'll do."

Katelyn gasped at the thought. One night of this was exhausting. To do this every night until she was pregnant? She'd be a shambles within the first week.

Hank deepened his strokes, pushing Katelyn right over the edge. The thought of being impregnated came again the front of her mind and she came again, moaning and writhing underneath him. Something primal stirred in her again: a need to be pregnant, a need to fertilized.

Hank was now plowing her deep, his face red with exertion. He was right on the edge again. But again, he couldn't quite get there without Emily or Katelyn telling him to. Emily grinned wickedly.

"Come on," taunted Emily. "You're supposed to be this bull. You're supposed to be this mighty stud. And yet in 30 years, that horse-cock has only impregnated one little woman."

She lay on her side next to Katelyn and caressed her friend's body. "Look at this fine filly you have here just waiting to be bred. Look at those child-bearing hips, that fertile belly, those big breasts. She was made for babies. She was born to be bred. Bred by a hung stud like you."

Hank's face darkened as he began to fuck Katelyn even harder. Emily looked down at her friend and winked.

"Will you parade us around when we're both pregnant? Let people gaze on our big bellies and know you popped us both? Imagine her going into divorce court with her big pregnant belly. Imagine her laughing and telling them all that of course it wasn't her husband's."

Katelyn moaned at that. Her excitement level was building up again. She knew this was going to be a big one. The excitement of being creampied by Hank while Emily watched and egged them on was simply too much.

"She might not be pregnant. I realize you put a lot of cum into her. And you remember when you had that test? Your sperm count was through the roof. Still ... maybe they all missed. Maybe she got unlucky. Don't you want to be sure? Don't you want to give her just a few hundred million more to make sure you put your baby in her belly?"

Hank growled like an animal and Emily looked down at Katelyn and winked again. Katelyn was in awe of how well Emily had trained him and how disciplined he was. He desperately wanted to cum in her but was holding out for her to tell him. Even as he fucked her through climax after climax, she was ultimately the one in control. That duality — having power over a man who had power over her — made her mind shake.

But she simply couldn't take any more. She had thought she was sexually exhausted before, in the laundry room. Now she was almost delirious. She looked up at Emily, who smiled at her. Then she looked up at Hank, dutifully plowing his big cock into her.

"Cum for me," she gasped. "One last time. Cum inside me."

The reaction was immediate. He pushed as deep as he could, his swollen head against her cervix, almost but not quite deeper than she could handle. His face turned red one last time. And then, with an animalistic howl, his balls emptied for the third time that night. He kept plowing into her and at the bottom of each long deep stroke, he spurted another long thick rope of semen into her already saturated womb, confirming her impregnation with one last decisive insemination. His cum immediately leaked out and ran down her ass onto the bed. Katelyn again reveled in how primitive it felt.

"Now, my lovely," said Emily. "Cum for him. Take his baby."

Katelyn thought her previous climaxes had been powerful, but this one almost made her pass out. Her clitoris, her vagina, her cervix, her entire insides seemed to react as one. She shook and trembled. She cried out and moaned. She couldn't even remember half of it.

And the next thing she knew, she was looking up at her two friends in a delirious happy haze. Hank looked satisfied, if exhausted. Emily was touching her face gently.

"So ... a bit intense that time?"

"Just a bit," she gasped.

Hank let out a long sigh. "For both of us."

"Oh, you're not done, Mister," said Emily.

"Huh?"

Emily pushed him over onto his side. His soft but still formidable cock slid out of Katelyn's exhausted pussy with a loud slurp. She immediately felt even more semen run out of her onto the bed. But her attention was quickly riveted on Emily, who was aggressively stroking her husband's soft cock.

"No, Em! No! I just came! I can't! Not again!"

"Yes you can," she said. "You came three times for her. You can come once for me."

"I can't," he groaned. "I'm spent."

"You are not. I know what you're capable of. And I haven't even begun to empty those balls, big boy."

Hank lay back and groaned. But his cock responded, firming up in Emily's skilled hands until it was hard as a rock again. She went mad, sucking him frantically, stroking every inch that wasn't in her mouth, using her other hand to massage his bloated aching balls. And to Katelyn's shock, within minutes, he was grunting again, back on the verge of climax.

Emily didn't let up. She kept going, taking his thick rod impossibly deep in her mouth, kissing and licking him so sloppily that the room was filled with wet noise. He began thrashing on the bed.

"Please, Em, let me cum!"

"Oh, ho! I thought you didn't want to cum!"

"I need to!"

"Well ... what do you think, Katelyn? Should I let him cum?"

Katelyn couldn't respond. But then she could see that Emily was getting tired as well. She nodded.

"OK, then. I suppose."

She returned her attention to Hank's big prick and after a minute, nodded to Katelyn. For a second, Katelyn couldn't speak. And then she didn't want to, wanted the scene to go on until Hank passed out from arousal. But finally she uttered one word.

"Cum."

Katelyn's eyes almost popped out of her head as Hank came for the second time in ten minutes. Emily opened her mouth just enough so that that Katelyn could see Hank's seed erupting into her mouth. The volley was weaker than the three he'd blasted into her. But it was still more than her ex-husband ever produced. Emily greedily ate it up and then finished by gently kissing and caressing her husband's spent member.

"Good boy," she said. "I knew you could do it."

She crawled up his body and lay onto top of him. Hank wrapped his arms around her and they lay there for a moment. Of all the sights she'd seen that afternoon, Katelyn thought this the most beautiful. The two lovers embracing after all their games and power play.

Hank let go of her an lay back on the bed, letting out a big sigh. He was utterly spent. Emily crawled up and high-fived Katelyn.

"Well, it took two of us but we finally beat him!" she said. Then the two women exploded in giggles.

"Holy shit. I can't believe it. Where does he get it all from?"

Hank spoke up. "It's you two. You're so hot and sexy, I just can't stop."

"Right. Go to sleep, honey," said Emily. She lay down next to him and motioned Katelyn over. Katelyn lay next to her and curled up against her.

They lay there for a timeless time before Katelyn realized she had to go the bathroom. She disentangled herself and walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom. After peeing, she stood in front of the mirror and surveyed her body. She looked tired. There were some marks on her butt where Hank had gripped her. Her pussy was tender and spent. But there was also a glow about her. She'd never imagined sex like this. She expected to feel guilty — after all, she'd engaged in adultery, sodomy, lesbian sex and unprotected sex with a man she wasn't married to. Even now, one of the hundreds of millions of sperm he'd relentlessly pumped into her womb might be burrowing into her egg. But the guilt wasn't there.

"Maybe I'm too tired for it," she murmured.

"Too tired for what?" said Emily. Katelyn turned to see her friend standing there in just a pair of panties. She too had a post-coital glow about her.

"Oh, nothing. Just ... "

"Look," said Emily. "That was all fun but if you want ..."

She held out a small packet. Katelyn recognized it, although she'd never used one before. It was the morning after pill. She contemplated it for a while.

"Do you want me to?"

Emily grinned. "I meant what I said in there. I would love to be pregnant with you. I'd always hoped we'd have children at the same time. And I really am pregnant. Just a few weeks, so we'll see how it goes. But I know your life is crazy now. And even if it weren't ... we're talking about a baby. So ..."

She held out the packet again. Katelyn looked at the little pill packet, thinking about the trouble it might prevent. And then she thought of how she'd felt when Hank's cock had been spurting in her fertile womb, how right it had felt. She looked down at her belly and imagined his sperm swimming up into it, seeking out her egg. And she shook her head.

"No. Let's let nature take its course."

"Are you sure?"

Katelyn giggled. "I can't explain it. It just ... feels right. I've spent my entire life being scared of sex — scared it would ruin me, scared I would go to hell, scared I would get pregnant, scared I wouldn't. I think it's time to live without fear."

"OK, but I'm not talking about being afraid, I'm talking about a big life decision."

"I know. But I want ... I want this. I want nature to take its course. If I'm meant to get pregnant ... well, then I guess I get pregnant. I would love to have his baby. To have ... our baby."

Emily walked over and hugged her. When she pulled away, there were tears in her eyes.

"I love you," she said. "You've been my best friend for so long. When you told me that you'd never had good sex, it broke my heart. And I'm just so happy that we were able to make you happy. No matter what happens."

Katelyn kissed her. "I love you, too. I can't ... thank you enough for today. It was amazing. I never knew ..."

They stood there for a while, holding hands. And then Emily giggled. She cleared her throat and said in mock seriousness: "OK, enough of that."

"Yeah."

"So ... should we see if we can get anything else out of that stud?"

Katelyn grinned. She was completely sexually sated for the first time her life. She was tired. And she was a more than a bit sore. But she was also curious. She was eager to watch Hank take Emily again. And maybe be taken herself one last time, albeit gently. After all, with the three potent loads of semen in her belly, what did a fourth matter?

"I think I could be talked into it."

"Great!" Emily winked at Katelyn, then turned back to the bedroom and shouted. "Hey, you call yourself a stud? You think you're such hot stuff with that ... thing between your legs? There's two sexy chicks in here and you haven't come CLOSE to satisfying them!"

Hank groaned and sat up in the bed, blinking. His tiredness turned into a leer as watched the two women emerge from the bathroom, looking sexier than ever.

Their day was far from over.

THE END