Shared By The Soldiers (9 page)

25

AMY

J
ason’s tongue finds its way into my slick crease almost immediately, and I fucking SCREAM and jerk my head back so hard my neck hurts. He has grabbed the backside of my thighs now, just below my ass, and he is pulling me into him as he drives his tongue deep inside me. I can feel his mouth wide open, his upper lip grinding at my stiff clit, his tongue feeling thick and hot inside me as it curls and rolls, licks and swirls.

“Oh, shit,” I whisper, my eyelids fluttering as I see flashes of sunlight enter my line of sight. I feel weak suddenly, like I am losing consciousness, but I know I am not. I am just lost to the world, to everything but the divine sensation of this soldier’s strong arms on my thighs, his hot tongue exploring my depths, his—

—and suddenly I feel another pair of hands on me, this time from behind. It is Parker, I realize, and he has clambered onto the armchair and has grabbed my breasts from behind. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, just like I did when he brought me to that first orgasm from behind as I faced the camera to kick off the evening for my husband.

Parker pulls my bra up over my tits, releasing the globes of my breasts, and I cry out again as I feel Jason’s tongue curl upward inside me, its stiff tip touching the sensitive inner wall of my vagina, sending ripples of ecstasy through me as I feel Parker’s fingers on my bare nipples.

My nipples are stiff and tight like little pebbles, and suddenly I realize my entire body is stiff, every muscle taut and alert, my clit throbbing under the pressure of Jason’s upper lip, my cunt pouring out its secretions in response to the tongue inside me. I am shivering and shaking, moaning and grunting, panting, whimpering, writhing, flailing. These two soldiers are working my body harder now, and I can feel my feet leave the floor as Jason lifts me while he tongue-fucks me deeper and deeper even as Parker pulls and slaps my tits, licks my face from behind, bites my ear, pinches my nipples now . . .

. . . and in my ecstasy I turn to the camera again, but my eyes are watering and I can barely see. I open my mouth for moment as I feel my body heaving under the grip of these two men, and I try to smile at the camera, smile for my Chris. I blink away the tears as I try to look at him and see if he is going to come again, come as I come, come with me, his wife. But I cannot focus, and the smile leaves my face and is replaced by the contorted expression of a woman about to be brought to her second thundering orgasm of the day.

26

CHRIS

I
blow my goddamn load like a geyser as I stare at what’s happening to my Amy on the screen in front of me. Even before she came she was moaning so loudly I had to let go of my cock and turn the volume down a bit. My cock was hard like a post, but I didn’t think I would come again so soon. Still, this is a day of new experiences, new domains, new discoveries. We are both discovering new things about ourselves, our bodies, our minds, aren’t we?

I am breathing heavily, my cock still hard even though my cum is flowing down my clenched fist, dripping down to my balls. I keep jerking myself off, somehow extending my orgasm as I watch Amy thrash her way through a shockingly primal orgasm of her own.

She is completely suspended up off the floor right now, being held almost horizontal between the two soldiers, her back arched up as her body twitches like someone being electrocuted. Jason is holding her up from under her ass and lower back as he tongue-fucks her with fury and desperation, the sound of his slurping and licking coming through the speakers in a strangely clear way. Amy’s bare legs are haphazardly draped over Jason’s broad shoulders, and they are kicking out wildly as Parker holds her from behind, supporting her with his hard chest as his hands claw at her tits that are turning red from his pinches and slaps.

Amy is mumbling and drooling, and there are tears pouring down her face. I know she tried to turn to the camera and focus on me, smile for me, pose for me, but she just couldn’t do it. Of course, she didn’t need to. This view of her is what I needed, and I cannot look away, I just CANNOT look away. Oh, Amy, you little animal of mine, you she-beast of sex. Two orgasms and you haven’t even been fucked yet! Oh, GOD, you haven’t even been fucked yet!

I am almost outside myself as I think this last thought. I am actually EXHILARATED that Amy hasn’t even taken these men’s cocks inside her yet! I am actually SHAKING with the knowledge that in a short while my cock will be hard again, Amy will be ready again, and these men I sent over, these Marines I dispatched to my own goddamn house, these soldiers with whom I am sharing my wife . . . yes, these soldiers with whom I am sharing my wife will be ready to TRULY share her.

So I smile and wipe my hands and cock and balls with a towel. Then I sit back and try to catch my breath as I watch Amy let out a long, heaving sigh as Parker and Jason gently lift her over the armrest of the chair and place her in the cushioned seat. She curls up like a child, looking naked and small in the presence of these gigantic men, but I can see from her expression that she feels completely safe, profoundly satisfied, totally in that trancelike state that I am in as well.

Parker grunts and sits down on the couch again. He is completely naked, and his thick cock bounces comically as his ass hits the seat. But although he is quite hard, he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. He has already blasted one monster load all over my wife, and he seems content to wait until she’s ready again, until she calls for him again, until I send him to her again. Good man, Parker. Good man.

But now I see Jason stand up straight after making sure Amy is secure in the armchair. His erection looks painful in those pants, and I can tell from the way he’s looking down at my naked wife all curled up in that armchair that he’s very close to maybe pulling out his cock and asking her to suck him. Jason hasn’t come yet, I realize, and for sure he must have been sitting outside imagining what was going on in here. Certainly, Jason has the discipline and self-control of a US Marine, and he will not move forward unless invited. But at the same time it almost seems unfair to make him wait.

I almost laugh at myself as I stare at the scene. I feel like the director of a movie or something. I can tell Jason to move forward, to undress, to bring his cock close to my wife, to ask her to suck him, fondle his balls, jerk him off, ease the pain of his arousal. I look at Amy again, but her eyes are closed now even though there is a smile on her face. I wonder if she is still coming down from the high of that raging orgasm, and I decide that maybe I need to make sure Jason holds off for a moment before disturbing her. If the experience was so intense for me, how must it have been for her! She must have been overwhelmed at being stretched out like that between these two men! She needs a moment, doesn’t she? A moment to herself? So Jason needs to step back, and if he can’t control himself, maybe he needs to just jerk himself off. That might be best anyway, so he can be ready to go again when everyone else is.

Now I see Jason start to undo his belt, and I take a breath and lean forward, prepared to speak into the microphone, ask him to give my wife a minute. But then I see Amy open her eyes, glance at Jason once, look into the camera for a moment, and then smile at me, nod, and wink.

I almost laugh out loud. And now I relax, lean back in my chair, and spread my legs to give my balls some breathing room. Because it’s clear that Amy knows exactly what’s happening, what needs to happen, what Jason needs to have happen . . . .

But mostly, I think with a slight shake of the head and a smile of excited disbelief . . . it’s what SHE needs to have happen.

27

AMY

I
watch through my tear-crusted eyes as Jason, this beautiful Marine, unbuckles his belt and pushes his tight khaki pants down over his muscular hips. His erection looks painfully constrained in all those clothes, and I feel my heartrate start to speed up again as he pushes his pants all the way down, steps out of them, and stands back up to full height.

His cock looks ENORMOUS inside his tight white underwear, and I shift in my curled-up position as I prepare to lean over the armrest and face him. Jason must be close to coming, I think. Poor Marine. Everyone else has come and it’s just him. Well, like they say, no man gets left behind, right?

I almost laugh at myself as I feel a sensation of pure elation. This is arousing, intense, and wild, sure—but most of all, it is FUN! Oh, my God is it fun!

I am smiling wide now as I struggle to change positions on the soft, cushioned armchair. The armchair is facing the camera full-on, and so I prop my elbows on the armrest and bend over, sticking my ass up and out, giving my Chris a profile view of my entire body. I glance at him once, and I feel that elation again when I see my dear husband, the love of my life, sitting there with his magnificent cock and balls on full display, his legs spread out, his long, muscular body looking relaxed and beautiful. I look at his face and we make eye contact, and I can see the smile in his eyes even before it breaks on his face. He is having fun too, I realize. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? When we’re done and Chris and I have some time to reflect on what went down here today, then perhaps we will have to deal with flashes of doubt and insecurity, guilt and anger. But right now it’s just fun. It’s just fun.

So I turn back to Jason, almost amused at the way his cock is impatiently flexing in his underwear as he takes the time to pick up his clean trousers and fold them along the creases just like he was taught to do. There is a tight smile on his face as he slowly walks over to a wooden chair, his muscular ass looking brilliantly well-defined in the afternoon sunlight. He drapes his trousers over the backrest and then turns back to me, his erection looking even bigger as he walks towards me with calculated slowness. I am smiling wide now, because I can see from his expression that he is playing, teasing, having fun. No doubt just a minute ago he would have left those pants crumpled on the floor, trampled underfoot as he pushed his cock into my mouth, unable to control himself when he thought I was passing out or needed some time to recover. But now that he knows I am ready for him, he’s playing the game, joining the fun, dancing the dance.

Now he is here, and my smile is gone as I reach for the bulge in his bright white underwear. There is already a wet spot where the tip of his cock has been pushing against the cloth, and I reach down under the wet spot, opening my palm and turning it upwards, caressing the underside of his cock, massaging the outline of his heavy balls.

Jason is groaning now, and he is rubbing my naked shoulders as I play with his constrained cock. I can feel his fingers tighten and release around my shoulders and upper arms, now reaching to my breasts, plucking at my dark pink nipples, which respond immediately.

I am on my knees on the armchair now, and I move forward, pushing my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling down, down, down, until suddenly it springs out, his cock, thick and erect, wet in a way that makes me realize he has been oozing pre-cum into his underwear for a long time now. The shaft is already glistening with stickiness, and I push his underwear down to his thighs, gasping as I get a whiff of his clean, distinct musk as his balls get released from their cloth prison.

I touch his balls with the back of my hand, playing with the skin gently as I listen to Jason’s breathing get deeper and more urgent. His cock is flexing on its own, moving up and down as I clutch at his scrotum, carefully pulling him closer to me.

Now I touch his cock, grasping it slowly, feeling my own breathing get deeper as I sense his heat, his arousal, his need . . . his need for me. Yes, his need for me.

I play with his cock for just a moment, and then I let go and look down at my own hanging tits. Jason is still pinching my nipples, gathering the flesh of my breasts in his hands, pressing hard and releasing, and now I place my own hands under my breasts, lifting the soft globes and spreading them slightly, exposing a narrow pathway of clean white skin between them, a pathway for Jason.

“Come on, Solider,” I whisper, looking down at my splayed-out boobs and then glancing at Jason’s throbbing cock. “Come here, Marine.”

Jason groans with appreciation, and without a moment’s hesitation he slides his cock between my smooth breasts. I gasp at the feeling of his hardness, the sensation of his heat, the wetness of his cock-juice. He starts to titty-fuck me almost immediately, with great vigor, and I look down in fascination at the enormous red head of his cock sliding up and down between my breasts like a goddamn piston.

I can literally see the pre-cum oozing out of his tip, dripping down the sides of his glistening helmet, coating his shaft, lubricating the soft skin between my tits. My mouth is open and I can hear myself sighing as I move up and down on my knees, timing my motion with Jason’s upward thrusts, fucking him with my tits like he is titty-fucking me with his cock.

We move together for several long minutes of exquisite pleasure. The view I have is wonderful, and I know that Chris has a great view as well. I am moaning shamelessly now, feeling my own arousal creep back into my being like it never left, and I move faster, with more urgency. The heat and smell of Jason is getting me hot, and I want to feel his cum explode all over my chest as he shouts in pleasure, howls in delight. I am smiling again, moving with all my strength, lunging forward, down and up, working his cock, bringing him closer, closer, closer . . .

. . . and now I am aware of a weight on the cushion behind me, and I know it is Parker who wants to join in once more. Yes, he wants to join in, but as I feel his hands on my ass, between my legs, rubbing the inside of my thighs from behind, spreading my asscheeks, running his finger up and down my asscrack, now touching my pussy again, spreading my lips . . . yes, as I feel his hands spread me from behind, sense the tip of his hard cock searching for my slit from behind, I know what’s coming.

And so I move faster, pushing my breasts together, increasing the pressure on Jason’s cock, moaning loudly as I look up at him with my mouth open, my tongue hanging out. I can feel Parker’s cock against the opening of my cunt now, and I spread my legs a bit as I move to give him access. I am ready to have a cock up inside me, I think. Oh, yes, I am ready.

Parker is moving behind me too, trying to match his rhythm to mine, to mine and Jason’s. Slowly he finds it, and now his cock is steady against my slick entryway, pushing its way in as I bring Jason closer to orgasm.

It has been so long since I had a big cock in me that I gasp when I feel my pussy-lips stretch. It is almost painful, and I pause for a moment as Parker pushes his way deeper into me. He goes slow, but with clear force, pointed determination, and I can feel him go farther inside me now, deeper, all the way deep, all the way deep and still deeper, deeper, deeper . . .

. . . and Jason is groaning loudly now, going up on his toes as his cock gets closer and closer to my mouth, and from the way he is heaving and grunting I know he is close. So I just let go of my breasts, lower my head, and as I feel Parker push his erection all the way up inside my aching hole, I take Jason’s dripping cock into my mouth.

Jason fucking SHOUTS in pleasure now, and I start to suck even as I feel Parker’s cock touch a place deep against the back wall of my vagina. Parker holds his cock in there for a moment as I suck and gag on Jason, pull on his balls, roll my tongue over his shaft. Jason must be close to coming, but he has not exploded yet, and so I start to breathe hard through my nose, letting out a wet whimper as I feel Parker start to thrust into me from behind with steady, powerful pumps.

Jason has incredible stamina, it seems, and I am breathing like a goddamn racehorse now, saliva oozing down the sides of my mouth, droplets of liquid flying out of my nose as I exhale violently. Parker is grunting behind me, his strong arms firm on my asscheeks, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he grinds his cock into me, thrusts his hardness up into my dark wetness, fills my need with his need.

We keep going for what seems like several minutes, and my vision is blurring as I close and open my eyes. I focus on Jason’s cock filling my mouth, pounding against my throat, and now I switch focus to revel in the sensation of Parker’s erection ramming into me from behind. The lips of my mouth feel as stretched as the lips of my cunt, and I close my eyes again and focus on the sounds, the smells, the sensations . . .

. . . and in my mind I can visualize these two cocks all the way inside me, one on top, one on the bottom, one from front, one from behind. We are all moving in a strange rhythm that is haphazard and not perfectly timed, but somehow Jason’s cock is still pushing its way in and out of my mouth while Parker’s dick is shoving its way up inside me from behind.

My hands are placed flat down on the armrest in front of me for support, but now I feel Parker’s grip on my ass loosen as he reaches around to pull on my tits, pinch my nipples. His body is pounding against me from behind, and his arm that is encircling me to feel my breasts is supporting me well enough for me to balance. And so I reach out and grasp at Jason’s swinging balls once again, clutching at the warm skin, massaging his erotic folds as I suck and sputter, heave and whimper. Come on, Soldier, I think. Come on now. Come on in to me.

And I don’t know if it is my sudden move to grab Jason’s balls or if he just couldn’t hold on anymore, but I feel his hard body tense up like a board, and he arches his back, pushes his cock hard into my mouth, and fucking UNLEASHES his load, BLASTING his cum down my throat . . .

. . . and somehow I hold on, keep his cock in my mouth, my hand on his balls. I force my throat to stay open as I swallow, and I can feel his semen flood me, invade my senses. Parker has slowed his wild thrusting, but not before RAMMING his cock into me one more time and then just holding his erection inside me, the tip of his cock touching a place far inside my depths.

Jason is clutching at my hair and thrusting into my mouth as I struggle to hold on. Parker is supporting me from behind as Jason pours his cum into me. From my right I can hear Chris muttering and groaning on the computer as he watches me, his wife, his sweet Amy, get double-teamed by these magnificent Marines, shared by these strapping soldiers, taken by these two men.

And it’s all for us, Chris, I think as I watch Jason finally pull his cock out of my mouth and stagger backwards for two steps, his erection looking thick and wet, a long sticky thread of cum still connecting him to my lower lip.

It’s all for you and me, Chris, I think as I open my mouth and gasp for fresh air. With my breath comes the taste of fresh semen, and I glance once more at Jason as he backs away and leans against the wall, his tight undershirt wet with sweat, his naked thighs looking muscular and flexed, his hips and cock still looking gigantic and beautiful.

I did that, I think as I glance at Jason’s face all red and worn. His massive chest is heaving and his neck still looks strained and tense as he mutters something under his breath and looks at my hanging tits once more before managing to smile.

Parker is holding still, with his cock still all the way inside me, his erection still at full-mast. It is a crazy feeling to have his telephone-post of a cock filling me up but yet remaining motionless inside me. It won’t be motionless for long, I know, and even as I think that I feel myself start to move my hips slightly, stick my ass up as I arch my back down.

Parker groans loudly, and I feel his palm against the small of my back, applying pressure as my movement tightens my pussy around his cock. I am still on my hands and knees across the armchair, and Parker is standing behind me. I glance over my shoulder, and I can see that Parker is positioning one knee on the armrest to give him leverage, and so I take a deep breath and prepare.

Yes, I think as I glance over at Chris on the computer screen, my husband who looks painfully hard but happy as hell . . . yes, I need to prepare, because I’m about to get fucked, from behind, on camera, by this powerful Marine who has my husband’s permission to come inside me.