Consider it Done, Indeed (part 2)
Continued from Part 1
Mike stepped a little closer. “You’re so fucking hot. I want to fucking eat you alive.”
“Sexy girl,” grunted Kevin. “Fuckin sexy girl!” he almost snarled at her. He kept having to let go of himself, let it bob in front of him as he gasped. This was the hottest he had been in a very long time, and he had never seen Staci this aroused. He wondered to himself which one of them was more eager for Mike to fuck her. They all had something to look forward to.
Mike crawled onto the bed with her, hand on her thighs again, feeling how wet they had gotten from her oozing. She kissed him passionately and reached for his prick, but he stopped her again, guided her hand to let her cup his balls instead. Broke the kiss to lick and suck across her tits and nipples again, then, groaning, brought up the head of his cock up to rub against the slick, rubbery bumps of her erect nipples. Watching that got her squirming and working her hips again, and after he spit on her right tit and smeared the saliva around with his thick head she spit on the other before he had the chance, then spit on his prick as he rubbed it across her, making him gasp in appreciation. She could see it pulsing with his hammering heartbeat.
“Please. My mouth. Just for a second. Let me taste. Please.” Hearing her beg made his eyes half close, he shuddered slightly. He didn’t answer, wasn’t making eye contact. Panting a little harder.
“Please,” she purred, feeling it working on him. “Feed it to me. Just a couple of times. I want to taste you. I want to feel you stretch my cheeks.”
“That’s still in your future, little one. You’re going to do something else for me right now.”
She looked at him expectantly, torso heaving.
“You’re going to cum,” he whispered against her belly as he dragged his lips lower and lower.
Kevin stood biting his lip as Mike’s head pushed up into Staci’s crotch, listening to his moans and slurping and watching Staci instantly lock herself into the rhythm of his head, mouth and eyes wide, watching what he was doing to her with the increasing tension visible on her face, looking as if something she were seeing were making her angrier and angrier, lips curling, her breathing turning to shudders. Mike’s head was incessantly moving, changing position and orientation, as if the pussy he was kissing was her mouth. He brought a hand up to slip his fingers inside her as he stopped sucking, pulled back to tease her with his tongue as he gently, slowly started to probe her with his index and middle fingers together.
She let her head drop back, her breathing almost with no pattern at all, little more than hitched, shuddered gasps, eyes fluttering closed, body moving so strongly now, pushing herself against him hard, hips coming off the bed.
“That’s it baby. Cum all over him. Let it go right in his face.” Kevin had to stop touching himself again, the sight of his convulsing wife and her agonized facial expression was just too much. Finally she did let go, her strangled groan ceasing, holding her breath, her hips suddenly starting to jerk hard, her head throwing back and a series of deep, soulful gasps were forced out of her as her whole body started to be involved in the convulsions. Mikes muffled moans pitched up as she wet in his mouth and all over his fingers. She grunted forcefully as she twitched and shivered all over until it finally subsided, whining repeatedly as she raised her head to look at him again, eyes heavy-lidded and exhausted.
But Mike still didn’t stop, he didn’t even look up at her. He was completely focused on her pussy, still kissing it and playing with it with his fingers, panting against her, probing her with his tongue. After a few minutes she was starting to tense again, raising her head up to watch, opening her legs wider to see. Hand falling on top of his head now, closing into a fist full of his hair. Mouth becoming a sneer, breathing getting faster.
Kevin climbed up next to her, and she looked over at him with almost inhuman eyes, nothing there but hunger, everything else was stripped away. She reached for him and he lifted his hips so she could get hold of his cock. She squeezed almost too hard and Kevin winced. He saw the briefest flash of gratification wash over her at that. He gripped her jaw with one hand, turning her a bit to the side and she went with the movement, opening her mouth to lick her lips at him again.
“Does that feel good, huh? Is he eating you good? Did you wet his face? Huh?”
She didn’t answer, but the grunt she forced out at him was fierce and urgent and she squeezed him again, went lower to cup and rub his balls. He just lowered himself to kiss her and she moaned into his mouth as she felt two of her body’s orifices with wet, probing tongues inside. Just the realization of it bloomed inside her like a mushroom cloud, and she exploded inside her head and writhed and cried out under her two lovers until she finally fell still, hitching and sobbing softly, face slack and eyes closed. Kevin kissed her face tenderly, and she made a tiny affectionate moan in response, didn’t move otherwise. Mike finally drew his face back more than two inches from her to catch some gulping breaths. “Fuck. This girl gets wet. Cums so hard, too. God what a sexy little…” He was licking her off his fingers, wiping it from his face to lick off his fingers, too. He went back to her thighs, licking the milky secretions from them, too. She was making a quiet keening noise as he cleaned her like that.
“God, you really do love it, don’t you?” Kevin asked, watching Mike search her for more cum he could lick.
“I can’t get enough of it. I’d lick some more out of her but I need to fuck, my balls hurt. She’s just… I need to fill her up. Is that OK, can I…?”
“Yes,” she spoke up suddenly, starting to sit up. “Fill it up. Breed me.” Biting her lip again as she locked her smoldering eyes on Mike’s.
“I need that mouth first,” he said to her. He got Kevin’s attention and quietly asked, “this is OK with you, too? Cum in her?” Kevin nodded, smiling, and Mike smiled gratefully back. He turned to Staci.
“Get up here on your knees, little girl. It’s time for you to make love to my dick with your hot fucking mouth.” She crawled towards him, licking her lips again, exaggerating the sway in her hips as she approached.
“Fuck you are so fucking fine. Listen here. When it goes in your mouth, it ends with it down your throat. You understand? I will choke you with this dick, and then I’m gonna try to drown you in cum, in the end.”
She just moaned “fuck” long and loud, those pleading eyes like a mind control d**g on him. Kevin drew closer, wanting to see what came next.
“But I think that’s what you want. You want me to splatter your pretty face, don’t you?” he breathed, getting closer to her head and caressing the length of his cock right in front of her face. She knelt watching it and her hand went to her pussy, pushing her fingers inside again. She didn’t talk, only whimpered.
“…But then I won’t be able to cram it all the way up in your fuckin’ guts like I need to. You want that too, don’t you?”
She nodded vigorously, her expression emphasizing her complete agreement.
“But if you can do exactly as I say I think we can all get everything we want. You down?”
She nodded more slowly, licking her lips incessantly now. Eyes locked on his cock.
“Then you’re about to get off this bed and on your fucking knees and you are going to suck this dick. But you are going to do it slow. Sexy. You’re going to make love to this hard motherfucker for me, show me just how much you want it inside you. And you’re going to be looking either in my eyes or at this cock the whole time. Are we clear?” His breathing was ragged saying it to her, shuddering a little to command her like that.
She crawled languidly to him, stretching out her body for him to watch. He was already groaning in anticipation before she even got positioned in front of him, sitting legs folded neatly beneath her, like she had done when Kevin was throating her. She already understood her role, talking to him with her eyes as she did suggestive things with her mouth so close to his aching cock, then breathing on it again for him. His cock visibly craned up harder, pulsing. “Fuck,” he whispered, hips starting to rock a little. Pushing it towards her. She let it touch her lips, push against the edges of her open mouth, but she wouldn’t close around it, just kept looking at him with those flaming eyes and panting deep and heavy right against his cock head. He trembled again, hand reached out for her head but stopped before he actually grabbed her, stood up straighter instead, chest heaving. She looked down at him then, the veiny red thing he was still pushing towards her mouth, and gently took hold of the base of him with her hand, pulled him a little below her mouth and pursed her lips to spit a big blob of her saliva on the wide top of his cock, then started to use her other hand to smear it around and slicken him. She could feel it pulsing in her hand again, and his breath started hitching, he would hold it for a few seconds, then grunt out an exhale, then suck in another breath to hold again. Trembling more, reaching for her only to not touch her again. Muttering “fuck” intermittently to her.
She stroked it with both hands then, lacing her fingers together and squeezing and pulling hard towards his head. He moved with her, his excitement rising, groaning louder, reaching for her more often, starting to look away from her and almost sob to himself. Finally he looked down at her and gasped, “put it in your fucking MOUTH, girl, fuck,” and she was smiling as she smoothly transitioned from stroking him hard to pulling him into her mouth as he had asked. But she didn’t suck hard, didn’t even seal her lips around him. She moved her head smoothly, and caressed him with her tongue, and drooled all over him as she made yummy noises each time he would throb out another thin dribble of pre-cum. Less than five minutes of that had Mike with shaking legs, gasping like he was going to die, trying to form words at her but not really managing much besides “fuck” and “God” and “oh shit”.
Finally he dragged it away from her mouth, catching her by the neck as she lunged after it and squatting to kiss her hungrily, pushing his tongue deep into her, tasting his own cock and juices in her mouth. Grunting, he stood for a moment to push it in her mouth again, more forcefully than she had been doing it, but before she could react or put her hands back on his thighs he pulled it away and squatted to kiss her again. His hand went to her crotch and he slipped two fingers into her and fingered her briefly but hard, enough to get her gasping at him.
He stood back up, gasping hard himself, took hold of her head in both his hands. “You might want to take a couple of deep breaths, while you can,” he panted at her, moving his hips to rub his stiff, red penis around on her cheeks and lips. She was opening her mouth for it every time it drew close, like some kind of carnivorous plant seeking a fly buzzing near. Finally, he tipped it past her lips and into her mouth, kept sliding it further and further inside until two thirds of him had disappeared in there. Held himself in there for a moment, then drew it all the way back out for her to lick the end.
He slid it back in again, going deep enough that she convulsed as he tripped her gag reflex. She coughed as he drew it back out, more foamy white saliva covering his cock and her mouth now. He didn’t give her any time to collect herself, thrust it back down her throat again, starting to groan louder as he pushed himself down her gullet.
Soon enough tears were tracking down her cheeks and her spit hung in ropes off her chin and pooled on her thighs, ran down her torso in thick globs. Michael just kept trying to get deeper and deeper in her mouth, and when her nose finally touched his pelvis he smiled with satisfaction. Drew himself back out to let her gasp and cough and spit out some of the massed saliva and precum in her mouth. He knelt down in front of her, lifting her face to his.
“That’s a good girl, sweetheart. You are doing so well. And now I’m going to cum a little bit on you, right in your mouth. Do you want to taste me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes glazed. “Feed me.”
“’Atta girl,” he smiled, then kissed her slimy face deeply but tenderly, afterward putting two of his fingers in her mouth to feel how soft and wet it was in there. Stood back up and the trembling in his legs was apparent in the way his cock seemed to almost vibrate as he pushed it back to her lips.
Three more deep, choking strokes and he was groaning loud, drew it out and let it hang over her. She opened her mouth instinctively wider, stretching her pointy tongue out for him. He heaved and sobbed, not touching himself, as it throbbed over her. After a minute, he whispered “again” and shoved it in her throat three more times, bringing it out to hang over her again, whining now from the pleasure. He delicately grasped the base of his cock and shook it in the air a little, making it throb harder when he let go. “One more,” he whispered again, throating her almost savagely twice before bringing it out with a rising cry, heaving for breath now, and then a burst of watery pre-cum started dribbling steadily out of him into her mouth and on her lips. He gasped and shook himself a little again and his penis stood up harder, and another shower of precum escaped him. His grunts abruptly got deep, low, and his hips thrust forward a bit and a thick rope of white sperm dropped out to gather on her outstretched tongue, followed by two more creamy, dribbling stripes and another heavy sprinkle of precum. She licked her lips while he lost it on her, one hand digging at her pussy, her eyes blazing up at him. She reached for him with her other but he turned it away. “Don’t touch,” he gasped. His cock craned up a couple more times and then he dropped to one knee, still heaving for breath, head hanging low. Sweat dribbled off the ends of his hair.
“Fuck,” Kevin almost lost it watching that, looking from his wife’s messy face to his own cock, watching it throb in front of him, the heat cooking him from inside. His nuts hurt from the need to empty them again. He was almost repelled to see Michael raise his head to Staci and suddenly start to kiss her, licking his own cum and the other mess from around her mouth, but it turned him on even more at the same time. Staci just melted back onto the bed, Michael pressing against her and following, her hand still busy on her pussy. Kevin could tell by the jerky movements of her hips that she was on the brink of another orgasm. Somewhere in there as they tangled together, Staci let out another cry, this one surprised and shrill, and Kevin could see that Michael had just entered her as they mashed together, his hips grinding slowly against her. Staci’s legs wrapped around his hips, illustrating his movements in her as they moved with him. Both her arms wrapped around him, too, her fingernails already sinking into the flesh of his shoulders as she began issuing a wail that grew in pitch and intensity.
Michael’s deep, slow pushing into her had her moaning “oh my God,” and “fuck me” over and over, barely pronouncing the words as she gasped and shuddered beneath his heavy body. She was immobilized, pinned under him, and the hot throbbing thing he pushed into her over and over was the only thing she could be aware of in that moment, his mouth on her neck, growling from the softness of her and the pleasure he was taking in finding out how far he could get in her. He started fucking her harder, pushing her further up the bed with his hips, raising up to rub one hand over her body while he deeply violated her. He roughly squeezed her breasts in his hand, tweaking one nipple sharply and bringing a cry of protest from her. He lowered his mouth to suck where he had hurt her, and her cry turned to more moaning and she brought her hands to his head to cradle him against her. Her face looked like she could cry, her eyes closing more and more often, goosebumps washing over her arms and thighs.
“Does it feel good, baby?” asked Kevin. “Is he filling you up?”
She looked to her husband, beyond words now, but desperately whined to him, her eyes telling him how far gone she was. Her body shuddered each time Mike shoved himself in her, and growling again he raised off her more and gripped her by the neck with one of his hands, the other flat on her chest between her tits, holding her down as his pace quickened, and Kevin could hear him slapping against her now, see Staci’s muscles starting to cord in her arms and torso as she tried helplessly to move with him, but he held her too still. She was looking right into Kevin’s eyes when hers finally rolled shut, her breathing seeming to suspend and her head falling back, mouth opening wide, torso flexing strongly beneath her big new lover and she trembled all over with tension, finally releasing it with a great exhaled cry of “OH FUCK!”, gasping for air in between the sobs she choked out as he continued to pound at her.
She was still breathing raggedly when her eyes finally opened again, dazed and dull, heavy-lidded, and she accepted another hungry kiss from Mike, whose movements hadn’t ceased, he still drew tight against her rhythmically, looking from her face to the place they joined and back again.
He rose all the way up from her then, his cock slipping out to bob between them, shiny with her milky secretions at the base, lowered his head to her pussy to taste her again briefly, then gripped one of her thighs as he backed off the bed, dragging her along with him. She was limp, compliant, her limbs rubber. He flipped her onto her stomach at the edge of the big bed and lowered his head again to kiss and lick up her spine, raising up to slap his cock hard against her bottom a few times, leaving red stripes where he hit her flesh. Her whimpers were muffled by her face in the covers.
Mike turned partially to Kevin. “Do you want to fuck my cum into her, or do you want me to push yours on in? I think we’re both pretty close,” he gasped.
“I need to. God. She looks so…”
“I know… So sexy. We both need to show her.”
“Yeah I want you to do it first. Fill her up.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Mike grunted out with a little laugh. “Be ready to jump in there, OK?” He said, returning his attention to the sweaty, pretty mess limp on the edge of the bed beneath him.
“Are you ready for some more?” he asked, leaning toward her a little.
“No…?” she moaned uncertainly, still muffled in the covers. All three of them laughed again a bit.
“I think you are. I think you’re just about ready for some real pleasure.”
She just whimpered in response.
“You’re just going to have to indulge me,” he said, lifting her hips and encouraging her to put her knees underneath her so she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, face still in the blankets.
He was still rock hard as he angled his hips to get his dick in her again, dipping it slowly in, listening to her start to whine for him immediately, her back hunching in response to the penetration.
“Keep that back down,” he whispered at her, pushing her back down into an arch, and pushing down on her shoulders when she tried to rise up on her arms. “Stay just like that.”
He didn’t go all the way in her, instead gave her about half his length in a steady rhythm, switching his hands to her hips to push down on them, too. Kevin could clearly see her pussy stretched tight around him as he worked it in and out of her, see the milky girl cum all over her down there. Her asshole clenched every time he went in her, and she moaned in time with his movements too.
A few minutes of that steady, restrained fucking and Staci started to get more and more animated, finally got her head off the bed to look back towards the big man mating with her, a mélange of fleeting expressions contorting her face. “Fuck it feels so good like this. Oh my God.” The effort of keeping this pace was showing on Mike’s darkening face and his shuddering breathing. He wasn’t looking at her anymore, focused somewhere off to his left, keeping his movements steady.
“Fuck. I can’t stand it. Fuck me.” She whined, starting to try to push her hips back towards him but his grip on her kept her from moving much. “God, oh God. Oh… Fuck. Please,”
“You feel it hitting that spot inside you, little girl. I want to see you let go again.”
“Fuck,” she answered. “I’m gonna… Shit. Kevin. He’s gonna… “
“Taking it good, sweetheart,” he encouraged her as he gasped. “Cum for him again.”
“Fuck. It’s… Oh. Right there. Don’t you stop. Fuck. Right there. Shit.”
Mike was biting his lip as he moved, his hips starting to shake. Thighs quivering. Knuckles turning white from gripping her hips so hard.
“Oh my God,” she started to yell. She cried it over and over, and all of a sudden she was trying to crawl, to get away from him, her whole body shaking, a look of almost panic registering on her face. It was so good she was afraid of the feeling coursing through her, didn’t think she could take any more.
Mike was not about to allow her to tap out. Her abrupt fear, her scalding heat, her shaking body—they pushed his conscious mind aside and he crawled up on the bed with her without dismounting her and pushed her all the way onto her stomach, pinning her under him, and started to fuck her harder than he had yet so far, and she started to cry out in the blankets again as he thrust himself in her with everything he had, pushing her towards the middle of the bed, bunching the covers around her like the wake of a fast-moving boat. Mike’s grunts were loud enough to drown Staci’s out, and the only parts of her visible were her arms, each with a fistful of the bedcovers, and her flailing lower legs, waving aimlessly, toes splayed wide then curling under.
“Fuck,” Mike cried, movements becoming jerky. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. “I’m gonna fill this pussy. Staci you’re about to get it. Fuck!”
“Breed me,” she moaned from beneath him, barely audible, squirming as much as she was able. He was so heavy on top of her and so far in her she could barely breathe.
“Fuck yes,” gasped Kevin, feeling like he was going to pop along with his new friend.
“My God you pretty little bitch. Take it. Take this cum you… aaaaahhhh” Mike couldn’t continue, pushed all the way into her and stayed there, grunting deeply every couple of seconds, head nodding, mouth wide, finally ending with a long exhale that turned into a shudder that involved his whole body, immediately went slack, precariously close to just collapsing on top of Staci.
“Oh God. I feel it. Shit. I can feel it,” Staci was crying, voice pitching up again, her heat rising higher just as Mike’s diminished. Mike twisted away, nearly falling over again, his unsteady demeanor almost drunken.
“Finish her off,” he managed to gasp at Kevin, who was already shucking his pants all the way off and moving to get on the bed with her. Staci was still on her stomach, but Mike rolled her over and grabbed one of her legs behind the knee and pulled it back to her chest, spreading her out wide before her husband. Kevin could see how messy she was, her pussy slimy with her cum, thick white gobs of Mike’s sperm appearing at the opening. “Fuck her as hard as you can,” he said.
Kevin mounted her in a near-rage, whispering “fuck” to her as he ground himself hard into her. She took it eagerly, her flaming gaze locked on him, her need to get there one more time plainly evident on her contorted face. Mike held her leg back, keeping her spread so wide, but she rocked her hips excitedly with Kevin’s movements, eyes wanting to close again.
“I need to feel it again, baby,” she whined to Kevin. “Fuck. Breed me. Please.”
Kevin was almost gone, so out of his mind with lust for the sexy thing taking his dick that nothing else mattered, nothing in the world but her squirming, naked body and the dick he drove in her. Her hands went to his chest, clutching at him; he noticed how they were shaking, how strongly rhythmic her movements were becoming. “Baby.” She almost squeaked it at him, eyes pleading now, face dark and full of tension.
All at once Kevin jammed down on her hard, leaning his full weight on her, his hips crunching in powerfully, head throwing back as he released for her, and seeing and feeling him flood her already drenched vagina pushed her over the edge, too, and she let out a long wail somewhere between a grunt and a scream, pushing her hips so hard back at him she nearly forced him off the bed. He held to her, keeping her down, spending for what felt like an eternity into her, like he were completely emptying his insides into her, then still clutching from it in his hips, sank slowly down onto her. Mike released her leg and she wrapped them both and both arms around Kevin as he settled on top of her, heaving for breath, dazed, buzzing from the intensity of his orgasm.
For a while they all lay just panting quietly, no one moved or spoke. Staci lay in Kevin’s embrace, and Mike sprawled out on the bed beside them, eyes closed with a little smile playing across his face.
Finally Staci spoke. “That was fucking amazing.” Her voice was husky, faint.
“We really did something,” sighed Kevin, feeling so much love for the pretty, utterly satisfied girl beneath him.
“I appreciate getting to, uh, help,” said Mike, starting to stir.
“You did more than help. You… That was some job you did.”
“Well, they didn’t hire me to ‘Consider it Done’ for nothin’ you know…”
They all laughed and Mike started to hunt his clothes. His new friends didn’t show any signs of moving anytime soon, and he wanted them to enjoy their post-coital embrace in peace. They didn’t even speak when he slipped out the door; perhaps they were already asleep.