TITLE    : Infertility Assistance Ch. 02
STORYID  : infertility-assistance-ch-02
SUMMARY  : The deal is sealed between his hot fiancee and stud friend.
AUTHOR   : openyoureyes@lit
DATE     : 2010-11-25
CATEGORY : group-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |humiliation|cuckold|mmff|huge cock|impregnation|blowjob|drama|jealousy|betrayal|male dominant|


I stayed there in the living room for a long time, reeling from what had just happened. I considered leaving, right then and there, but this was my house! Kaki was in our bed, asleep, I assumed. My mind raced with what she had just said, and what I had seen. Rage, humiliation, resignation, mixed with some weird excitement -- my emotions were all over the map. Mainly, I just felt the wrongness, the unfairness of life. Kaki had held me off sexually for out entire relationship -- we shared a bed, at times, but the most attention my dick ever received from her was a quick hand job during a heavy make out session.



Now here Kyle waltzes back into my life, and within hours of meeting him, she's giving his huge cock a tongue-bathing out of a porn movie, lets him empty his balls all over her pretty face and in her mouth, and was now talking with excitement about letting him put it where he really wanted to: which was twelve inches up inside of her. I could kill the fucking guy, but of course, I wasn't going to. I could call the police on him for zip-tying me, but that seemed equally as ridiculous and unlikely. Finally, I just curled up on the couch -- scene of the crime, I know, but I couldn't get into bed with her, not now. 



It must've been four hours later when I awoke with a start to the feeling of a body pressed up against me. It was Kaki, in a tank top and panties, and her hand had found my penis -- which was already hard. I turned to see her beautiful face. Her eyes were wet with tears. "I am so sorry," she said. "I can't believe what I did. I was really drunk... but it's no excuse. It was so wrong..."



I gazed back at her. She seemed sincere. Her lips were so full, so soft, so kissable, as they moved toward me. I let her kiss me, turned on by the way she was pleasuring me with her hand. My breathing started to increase. "You like that?" she asked between kisses. I nodded, closing my eyes. "Was it at least... a little exciting, watching? I mean, like a porno? I know some guys fantasize..." I didn't answer, but perhaps my eyes betrayed the truth -- that despite the outrage, my cock had been hard the entire time, and my eyes never left the sight of her giving Kyle that world-class blowjob.



I was really moaning now from her touch, approaching orgasm. "I want you to know," she continued... "That if he were to agree to it -- I would want you to be there. I mean, to watch... maybe be involved in some way..."



I couldn't believe it! She was still thinking of approaching him about this! And yet... the feeling from what she was doing was so incredible, that I was moaning now, so close to orgasm.



"You like the sound of that?" she asked, misinterpreting. She slowed her stroking to extend my pleasure. "Does watching us sound... kind of hot? It's okay, you can admit it... I won't tell. Would you like to watch Kyle fuck me, with that great big cock of his?" My mouth was open, but no sounds were coming. It was truly heaven mixed with hell. Every time I started to say no, to stop her, she said something else: "You like watching him shoot his cum all over my pretty face, baby? You like seeing my lips wrapped around that thick shaft, and swallowing his hot cum...?" I could tell an orgasm was imminent -- there was no turning back. It was like I was mute -- so she continued: "God, there was so much cum, and he shot it so powerfully from that huge, gorgeous cock..." At that moment, of all moments, I lost it. My erection -- so much smaller than his, almost ridiculously so - jerked its release all over her hand. She smiled, satisfied: "That's it baby, let it out... it's okay..."



She sat there for a moment kissing me, then grabbed a kleenex and cleaned herself off. She gave me one last meaningful kiss, then got up to go take a shower. 



I hoped against hope that Kyle and Ryan would make their exit before she came out. They did have a flight to catch, I thought. But no, it turned out they had plenty of time to stay for breakfast. I was making coffee when Kyle swaggered in, wearing only shorts, again showing off his outrageous shredded torso. He offered me a hand to shake, with a shit-eating grin on his face. "No hard feelings?" he asked. I ignored him. "Too many drinks..." he continued. "I guess you could take it as a compliment," he said -- "that you scored a babe so hot that I couldn't resist..."



"You guys talking about me?" Kaki was approaching now, looking both adorable and crazy-sexy in a cut-off t-shirt, boy shorts, and wedges.



"As a matter of fact, we were," Kyle said, turning toward her. "Good morning." Rather than awkward and embarrassed around him, Kaki came right to him for what I assumed would be at most a mini-hug and air-kiss, but instead he bent down to give her a friendly smooch on the lips, which she accepted easily. 



"That's a fucking hot outfit," he admired, eyes looking up and down her body, practically causing her to blush. "God, look at those tits," he observed to Ryan, who was now joining us, also mad sexy in a bikini top and tight cutoffs. 



"She does have quite a body," Ryan agreed, smiling.



Kyle to Kaki: "Ryan got a little jealous last night when I told her what happened."



This was the last thing Kaki expected to hear him say: she just stared at them in a kind of guilty surprise.



Ryan chuckled. "The guy's ego is so big he just can't keep his mouth shut. With every new score, I have to hear the play-by-play right away."



Kaki decided to ignore the comment, and proceeded to help me fix breakfast, as our "guests" sat at the kitchen table. But Kyle couldn't keep his big mouth shut: "Kaki, you did something with your tongue, when I was cumming in your mouth, that was just INSANE. Maybe you could teach Ryan ...?"



I picked up a plate to throw at him -- I might have done it, too, but Kaki grabbed my arm, and turned to him: "Listen, I understand you're real proud of yourself about our little drunken silliness last night, but I have something serious I want to talk to you about." 



Oh no, she was going to bring this up now? "Kaki -- " I tried to stop her.



"No, it's just to see if it's even a possibility," she said to me, then turned back to them: "The two of us have this little.... fertility problem. We want to have a baby together, but we can't make it happen together ..."



"Go on..." Kyle smiled, liking where this was going. Kaki was embarrassed, but she was also bold:



"I only want to get pregnant the natural way, but it might be hard unless the donor was somebody... well, someone with a high sperm count, who can provide a lot of it, and can really... get it up in there, if you know what I mean."



Kyle just turned to Ryan, dumbfounded. They both were. Then Kyle turned back to Kaki: "Honey, you know I'd be happy to fill you up with my cock and my cum, and I know you feel the same. We really don't need an excuse - "



"Shut up," Kaki cut him off. "I'm about two seconds away from saying forget it." That silenced him. "We're looking for someone, and I just thought, if it was a guy we knew, who fit the requirements that we'd want..." 



Ryan's eyes were on me. "And he's okay with this?"



Before I could answer, Kaki did for me: "We have a lot to talk over, before we would go through with it. I'm just putting it out there. We'd do all the paperwork and everything -- so you'd have no responsibilities."



"Okay. Well, I'm going to have to think about it," Kyle said, serious now.



"Of course."



"And I'm sorry about all the comments. I can be a jerk sometimes."



"No problem."



As they left, he again approached me to shake hands. I wanted them out of there so badly that I shook, just to get him out. There was a glimmer in his eye as he squeezed my hand in his much bigger one, just a touch too hard to be comfortable. And they left.



I was hoping this would be the end of it -- that he could never to agree to such a thing, no matter how tempted the thought of a freebie with Kaki might be. And if not, maybe I'd talk Kaki out of it. There was no way this was actually going to happen. 



But as soon as they were gone, Kaki turned to me: "Look, I know this is probably uncomfortable, weird, humiliating. I get it." I just looked at her. She truly had no idea. "And I want you to know, if they agree to it, you can have a free pass, too -- your choice. Maybe with Ryan, if she's game." 



Me and Ryan? Excuse me? An exciting idea, but not quite consolation for what she was proposing. Plus I doubted Ryan would agree.



Kaki continued: "The thing is, I want to get married. I want to have a baby. I want to be with you forever - I don't anyone else. But I want to do this. This feels right to me. I know he's kind of an arrogant asshole, but... I mean, he's probably the best chance we've got, right?"



"Do you really realize what you're asking?"



"I am. I want this. I want to be pregnant. And this is how I want to make it happen. What I also want, more than anything else, is for you to agree to it. So it will be our baby. Otherwise..." She trailed off. What was she saying? That this was going to happen with or without me? I realized now just how much a priority a baby had been to her. Whenever we discussed marriage, pregnancy was always the first thing she would talk about.



I know what you're thinking. I should've left. All I can say in my defense is that you never saw Kaki. She was so screamingly hot, so incredibly out of my normal league, yet she had chosen me, for some reason. I was so completely infatuated with her, and the thought of giving her up, believe it or not, was actually worse - on examination - than what she was proposing. At least, it seemed even worse, at the time. And I did believe her when she said she would be mine forever after this. I did think she loved me, and that this was about her getting pregnant, and that was it. 



And even if there was some real lust that she wasn't copping to for this guy, could I really judge her for that? I had lust for other people, includiig his date! And she'd slept with other guys before me. The only issue was my ego, which didn't want to be bested in this way -- especially by Kyle. 



We didn't have to wait long for his answer. It was a yes. He called her to tell her the good news. And, she informed me with excitement, Ryan wanted to be a part of it -- and would be willing to "entertain" me as needed during a coming weekend when they would come and stay with us. 



So this was really going to happen. Maybe with or without my approval -- or involvement. Kaki's baby doll eyes gazed into mine as I took this in: "I want you to be part of this, to be okay with it. Please don't say no. I love you so much. Don't make me have to make a hard choice I don't want to make."



She knew I was in hell thinking about this. So later that day, she offered me one other consolation -- she wanted me to fuck her before he did. Might sound like not much of a consolation to you, but I'd waited months for this day, and thought I'd have to wait months more -- until our wedding night. As I considered this, I figured, I could still always back out of the deal after doing it, and at least I would've fucked her -- and before Kyle. 



But wouldn't you know it? I couldn't get it up and keep it up. Thoughts of Kyle kept entering my head -- his huge outrageous cock, what she'd done, and what she was going to let him do... We tried everything, including her goading me again with talk about her and Kyle, thinking it had done the trick before -- that I was secretly excited by the thought of them together. "I bet you can't wait to see Kyle fuck me and make me cum, with his big cock so deep inside of me..." she cooed between kisses, her hand on my semi-hard penis. But this time, the talk only made it worse. It didn't help. 



We had one last chance, the night before they were to arrive. I psyched myself up. She did an incredibly hot pole dance at a club for me, then we came home and she used her mouth on me, for the first time ever. But all I could think about was where that mouth had been before... on that enormous pole that made mine look like it should have training wheels. I went soft again, feeling totally frustrated. It was maddening. She tried to comfort me: "It's okay, baby. We have our whole lifetime for this..." But the thought of Kyle fucking her when I still hadn't made it all that much worse. 



Still, her sexual availability and seeming compassion about it all made me want her that much more, and made the decision that much harder. I never actually told her I agreed. But I also never walked away. I figured there would always be time for that, if and when I felt I couldn't take it. Maybe you could call it silent protest, or just the ultimate form of being pussy-whipped. I backed into the weekend as if in denial it would really happen.



On the Friday they were set to arrive, I came home from work early, deciding to talk it out one more time with her, expecting to beat them there by hours. But to my surprise, they were already there. At least, Ryan was -- she was laying out by the pool with Kaki, both wearing micro bikinis. I asked where Kyle was. Taking a nap, was the answer. He'd been tired from the flight and collapsed right after arriving. 



Ryan beckoned me to join her in the hot tub. God, she was hot. Was this going to be the beginning of a wild foursome? Might I even get lucky before he did? I didn't know, but I certainly wasn't prepared to make my stand right at this moment. So I got changed and returned. I lowered myself into the water with her, wondering what in the hell I was getting myself into. She took off her top. Her tits were gorgeous. She began teasing me, kissing me all over my face, straddling me on my lap, rubbing her breasts against my face -- but stopping short of letting me kiss back, or use my hands. 



It might have been great, if it weren't for the running commentary: "God this is so hot. I can't believe this is really happening. You know, he's going to milk every second of this weekend. Your woman is going to get the fucking of a lifetime." I tried not to listen. I was hoping, and assuming, that once would be it. It seemed she could read my mind: "Come on, you think he's going to let this opportunity pass without making the most of it? Or she is?"



As I tried to think of a proper response, I saw the back door slide open, and Kyle appear, in jams and nothing else -- looking like the powerfully ripped stud he was. Kaki, wearing sunglasses, glanced over in his direction. I could tell she was nervous, and/or excited. He grinned in our general direction, then made his way over toward her. 



"Hey baby," he said. They were about twenty feet away. We could hear every word.



"Hey," she said quietly, seemingly as unsure of where this was going as I was.



"I like your bikini."



"Thanks."



"Take your sunglasses off." It was the first of many orders he would give that weekend. She complied instantly, seemingly not minding that he didn't say "please." She stared up at him, eyes wide, and a little moist, it seemed. 



He untied the drawstring of his jams, and let them drop to the ground! Ryan was still on my lap, but we were both paying more attention to this than to each other. "What are you doing?" Kaki asked, sounding more curious than upset. 



"Did you miss me?" he asked her. She rolled her eyes. "Have you been looking forward to this?"



She weighed her words carefully: "I'm glad it's happening."



"I know it's because you want to get pregnant, but is there any, small part of you that's glad for any other reason?"



She gave him a look: why was he doing this? He grinned back at her. She finally nodded slightly, as if to say, "Can we stop this now?"



But he closed his eyes, liking her answer, one hand going to the base of his soft pipe, which was starting to rise a little. She watched this with some mixture of fascination and alarm. He opened his eyes again. "Is there any part of you that is, even right now... Excited?"



His cock was rising. She was trying not to look at it. But the tension of the moment was getting to her. He lifted one foot over her chaise so that he could stand over her legs now, facing her, his crotch maybe three feet from her face. His eyes bored into hers: "Is there?"



Her answer was very quiet, but immediate, and unmistakable: "Yes."



His cock was rapidly approaching full erection now as he stroked it, taking a step closer to her. And then another one. His tall, powerful shaft was now easily ten inches long, and was nearing her soft lips. "Could you show me?" he asked quietly. 



She stared up at him in disbelief. His cock was now at full erection, and inches from her lips. She looked at it. Ryan and I stared. It felt like the key moment, that would decide the direction this entire weekend would go. Would she shut him down here, and keep things business-like? Or would she reward his incredible arrogance, submit to his cockiness, and make it clear to all of us that she was going to surrender herself completely to him for the weekend, and let him pleasure himself in her and on her, whenever, wherever, and however he wanted to?



We all waited. Finally, without a glance in our direction, Kaki slowly moved her mouth in his direction. He eagerly met her halfway. And she planted a slow, soft kiss on the underside of his shaft, just below the crown. His huge cock jumped at her touch. He took it in his hand, pointing it now at her lightly opened lips. She hesitated a moment, and then, making an even bigger decision, she opened her mouth a bit wider.



He immediately pressed his massive crown between my baby's opened lips, and she let them slide slowly around it, engulfing it. Her hands were still gripping the arm rests of her chaise. He had one hand on the base of his shaft. The other he now gently placed on the back of her head. She let him.



I couldn't believe this was happening! This was supposed to be an impregnation -- pragmatic, practical, and hopefully efficient. Tears were coming to my eyes. Ryan was softly chuckling. "Now you see what I mean?" she whispered in my ear, before circling it with her cool, wet tongue.



It felt insanely good, as she pressed her nearly naked body against me now, holding me there, crotch on mine, my head in her hands as she kissed my face, but I was transfixed at what was happening between Kaki and Kyle. He was feeding the first few inches of his cock into her opened mouth, and she was totally taking it. He was fucking her beautiful face, much more aggressively than the other time.



She lie there, long beautiful legs crossed, her body seemingly at rest, while her lips and tongue submitted to the onslaught of his cock, and pleasured it. I hated seeing him touch her hair, her head, her face -- which he hadn't done the other time -- and realized how ill-prepared I was to see him truly take my woman from me -- to see her surrender her body to his and let him do whatever he wanted to her. Obviously it seemed like that was what was going to happen now. This was going to be no perfunctory fuck. He was going to go to town on her, all weekend, and apparently, she was going to go along with that. 



And she must have been in no hurry to get that special load of sperm for the impregnation, because as he was saying, "I'm gonna cum, baby," she only redoubled her efforts, taking more of his cock in her mouth, showing him that she was willing to do more -- way more -- to submit to his pleasure this time. One hand went to the base of the shaft now as he placed both of his on her head, while her other hand cupped and caressed his massive testicles, coaxing the cum out of his body and into hers.



Then, with a massive groan, I could tell he was ejaculating -- his cock was jerking, his hips thrusting, and her Adams apple moving furiously as stream after stream of hot cum made its way down her throat.



She kept her beautiful lips wrapped around his shaft as he pumped his fluid into her. She seemed content to swallow every drop, but while still ejaculating, he pulled out. Whether it was a show for my benefit or simply because he loved the visual of it, he proceeded to spray several more bursts of thick white fluid onto her face and neck, then chest and stomach. She kept her mouth open the entire time, taking whatever found its way there. 

<hr pg="2" />This time he walked away, leaving his cum on her rather than going through an extended clean-up session. As if on cue, I felt Ryan getting up off of me now, and exiting the hot tub. She made her way over to Kaki, and to Kaki's surprise, climbed on top of her and began licking the cum off Kaki's beautiful body. Kaki was really shocked, but maybe this wasn't a total first for her, because when Ryan reached her face, she opened her mouth for a wet kiss. Soon the two were making out furiously.



Kyle walked over in my direction, towering over me as he watched the girls go at it. "God, there's nothing better than watching a hot girl lick your cum off another hot girl. Know what I mean?" He glanced down at me. As if I'd ever experienced that. "Well, I guess there are some things that are better..." I waited, hoping he wouldn't finish this thought. But he did: "Like fucking your friend's hot fiancee for an entire weekend..."



After a few minutes of this, the make out session stopped, and Kaki got up. Ryan was lying there watching as Kaki strutted over to us, flushed, breathless, totally excited, and took Kyle by the hand. She winked at me as she led him toward the house. "Duty calls," he grinned back at me as he went.



Ryan got up and came over to me. "You're not going to miss this, are you?" she asked. "This could be the big moment. She wants you to be there." 



Again I had a chance to leave. But where would I go? I could make some sort of stand -- to what end? Or I could play along like I was cool with it, maybe bone a gorgeous woman in the process, and then have Kaki for life.



I didn't know what we'd find when we walked in. I half expected to see them sprawled on the floor having sex. But instead, something almost worse was happening. He was sitting on the couch and she was perched on one of his massive thighs, gorgeous legs crossed, one hand on the back of his neck, the other lightly exploring the massive muscles of his chest and shoulders. He had one arm around her waist, the other resting on her thigh as he moved in for their first real kiss. She opened his lips slightly for him as their mouths met for the first time. I was completely unprepared for this. It was supposed to be a fuck, or maybe a couple of fucks, but kissing? It was almost worse -- so intimate, so personal...



Maybe Ryan sensed my discomfort, because she led me by the hand to an overstuffed chair, perching herself on my lap in a similar position, her hand moving to the hardness at my crotch. "You like watching, huh?" she smiled, caressing my cock through my trunks. I didn't answer. "Like" was not the word for it. I was transfixed, to be sure, turned on, I suppose, but at the same time, enraged, humiliated, and a little bit scared.



"I liked the other night when I asked you to take your top off, and you did it," Kyle said to Kaki between kisses, loud enough for us to hear. "Of course, you were pretty drunk that time, and I was across the room..."



It took her all of three seconds to reach behind her and untie her bikini top. She pulled it off, and dropped it off the floor, her serious gaze never leaving his. I don't know if her nipples could possibly get any more stiff and engorged than they were -- pointing slightly upward toward his face, it seemed. He stared at her high, round, full breasts -- so dramatically sexy on top of such a tight, taut torso.



As if in slow motion, his hand opened and moved toward one of them. Her lips were slightly opened, eyes slightly closed, in eager anticipation of his touch. She let out a long, slow exhale when she felt his palm cup and gently squeeze one breast, finding that engorged nipple with his thumb and index finger tip and holding it, as if to cement the boldness and drama of this next step. He glanced over at me with a grin, then his opened lips went to hers again.



Ryan responded by rubbing her own erect nipple against my cheek, grazing it against my lips, crotch pressed against my hard crotch. "Enjoy it," was her only advice, as she held it in place now, letting me kiss it, if I wanted to. I was more focused on Kaki and Kyle, stunned as her free hand moved down his 8-pack to his once-again hardening penis. But I went ahead and kissed, taking her nipple for a moment between my lips. 



Kyle and Kaki's tongues were dancing and dueling each other now, as he continued to tease her nipple, and her hand moved down to his balls, cupping his enormous sac and seeming to marvel at the size of his nuts as her slender fingertips gently rolled them around and caressed them.



She climbed onto his lap now, facing and straddling him, so that his huge shaft was now pressing up against her tight stomach -- so long that its crown grazed the underside of her breasts. I saw his hands go to her gorgeous round ass, cupping it, pulling her closer so that she could feel every inch of his hard cock pressed up against her tight little abdomen. 



He untied her bikini bottom. He stood up. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, arms around his neck, so that she would go with him. I watched in fascination as he laid her down on the coffee table now, her legs spread wide, feet up in the air, still in her wedges, and he got down on his knees, his head moving between her legs, until his thick, masculine lips met her engorged feminine ones, and his tongue slipped into the place I had never been, and he was soon to heartbreakingly go. 



She squealed and sighed, locking her pretty ankles behind his massive torso as he made love to her vagina with his lips and tongue, finally paying her back for the two electrifying blowjobs she'd so willingly provided for him. She was saying his name between moans, the words "Oh Kyle" stabbing into my soul almost more than anything I was watching. 



He brought her close to an orgasm, it seemed -- she was making sounds I'd never heard, that's for sure -- and then he stopped. He stood up, grinning, leaving her lying there on the coffee table, legs spread wide, the wet, engorged lips of her vagina achingly opened for him. 



He walked outside and jumped in the pool. Ryan kissed me on the lips -- a first -- as Kaki moved off toward the bathroom, not seeming to mind, or even notice. The kiss heated up quickly -- Ryan was as turned on as the rest of us, but she stopped me when my hands moved down her back toward her round little ass. "Later," she whispered. "I promise. You will not be disappointed." She bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the crotch. And left the room.



After a shower, Kaki found me sitting dazed in the kitchen. She was looking fresh and flirty in a tank top and panties, real clothing now seemingly optional as we were all getting to know each other so well. She was in a great mood as she convinced me to cook with her -- very touchy, very affectionate, doing all she could to pull me back from the brink of leaving or kicking them all out, which believe me, I reached on multiple occasions. When I asked her about the kissing, the fellatio, etc., she paused a moment, then replied: "If we're going to make a baby like this, I want it to be romantic, memorable, exciting... not something clinical, or quick. I mean, that's why I wanted to do it natural -- to make it real, somehow."



"But he's not the father. He's just a donor."



"He's your friend. He's doing us a favor. And remember, my best chance of this working is if we're both so excited, that I'm as wet as I can be ..."



But how could I get through this, with her perched on his lap during dinner, letting him feed her bite by bite, his hands freely roaming her gorgeous torso at every opportunity, causing her to close her eyes, open her mouth, and sigh with pleasure at his touch?



True, Ryan was trying to do the same for me, but it was obviously just an act, a compensation, and the verdict was very much still out on how far she and I would go together. The issue built to a head when Kaki made it clear she wanted to share a bed with Kyle tonight. "I mean, he's the man I'm going to be with for this," she said softly to me, "So I should really be with him. Don't worry, nothing will happen that you're not there for, and part of." 



We watched some TV, the four of us, Ryan every bit as glued to me as Kaki was to Kyle. It felt good, and helped me get past my jealousy, at least a little bit. But still, when Kyle looked at Kaki and said, loud enough for us all to hear, "You ready to turn in, baby?" and she just nodded, a glazed look in her eyes, it hurt. They got up and headed for the master bedroom, hand in hand. Ryan's hand hadn't left my hard cock for a half an hour. I was so hot for her, despite what was happening.



"I guess you get to fuck me in the other bedroom," she grinned at me. Was this really going to happen? She stood up and took my hand. And we walked. 



The master bedroom was on the way, and the door was open. From the looks of things, Kaki and Kyle really were going to go to sleep. She wore only a lace thong; he was naked, and soft, spooning her, with one arm completely wrapped around her tight torso, holding her close, the other arm around her neck, its hand resting comfortably on her naked breast. The effect was that he completely contained her, that he owned her body. His lips were at her neck, whispering something. Her eyes were half closed. She seemed in a kind of blissful trance.



Ryan and I stood in the doorway. I watched in fascination yet disgust as Kyle's huge hand went to my baby's tanned thigh, and opened it slightly, luxuriating in the beautiful body of the woman that was his for the weekend. She moaned, parting her thighs further, writhing in obvious arousal, and turning to offer her lips to his, as his fingertips crept up to the lace triangle guarding the entrance to her amazing body, and then easily moved underneath it. She gasped as he did so, and I noted grimly that it was the first time his fingers had been there -- moving him one step closer to the complete and inevitable violation of my woman that was soon to take place.



Under the fabric of her tiny panties, his fingertips traced around the edges of her labia. She moaned slightly in between kisses, her hand reaching around to find his thick, hardening shaft. I watched in awe as her hand stroked up and down his huge stiffening member, and his index finger began to push into her shaved pussy. He was entering her for the first time. His finger, I noted, was about as big as my erection, which of course had never gone where he was going. She arched her back, thrusting her crotch into his finger, trying to engulf more of it. He eagerly complied, sliding freely deeper up into her. 



His spear had now hardened to full size again, now, and he was pressing its length against the small of her back as her fingered her. I guess I was numb by this point. Ryan pushed me into a chair and got on my lap again, and we both watched, as Kyle moved its thick crown toward her wet sex. I stared in disbelief at the outrageous length and thickness of his cock in relationship to her tight little body. Her tiny hand was wrapped as far around it as she could, pulling it toward her, wanting it inside of her.



"You ready for me to fuck you, Kaki?" he asked, his finger still having his way with her.



"Oh, God, yes, Kyle, I want you to fuck me so badly..." she moaned. 



"You ready to feel my huge cock all up inside of you?"



"Yes, Kyle, I want that big beautiful cock all the way up inside of me..."



Of course the words cut like a knife, even as my own cock was now hard and engorged in Ryan's hand -- she was stroking it for the first time, having slid my shorts down to my ankles. 



"You want me to blast my cum up into you, and make you pregnant?"



"Yes Kyle, please, shoot it all into me, I want you to fuck me and cum so hard and deep in me and make me pregnant!"



"And whose baby will it be?" he asked, his crown inches away, ready to impale her. I listened for her answer. So did Ryan. Kaki paused.



"If you want me to do it, I need to hear you say it," Kyle breathed into her ear, as he now inserted two fingers into her and her mouth opened wide with surprise. "Whose baby will it be?"



"Oh God, Kyle, just do it... please!"



"I'm only going to fuck me if you tell me whose baby will be inside of you."



"Your baby, Kyle, it will be your baby inside of me!"



Satisfied, he removed his fingers and guided that massive cockhead to the lips of her outstretched pussy. She felt the outrageous girth of his stiff knob there, eyes widening at the impossible sensation. She instinctively lifted her top leg into the air higher to allow him more access. He held that thigh in one hand, the other wrapped underneath her and clamped to her naked breast, as he began to push...



"Oh my God," was all she could say as she felt her sexual entrance being stretched open and filled, so dramatically, so definitively, by this purple crown she had pleasured so hungrily moments ago with her mouth. He forced the head completely into that opening space now, and I stared in shock at the visual: my wife-to-be's pussy now breached and invaded, and eleven full inches of thick man shaft poised to slide up into her tight little body.



Her lovely leg was bent and pointed up into the air, awaiting and allowing this, his hand gripping it firmly by the thigh, as he turned to look at me. His smug grin of absolute conquest and domination seared itself into my brain as he began to push into her -- eyes locked on mine the whole time as my woman, oblivious to this, shook, spasmed, and writhed in subjugated surrender, and the painful/pleasurable outrage of the incredible thickness and hardness that was making its way inch by inch up inside of her. 



Her lips found his again and he turned back to focus on his task, luxuriating in the ecstasy of burying his manhood with almost slow-motion deliberateness in the welcoming, yielding wetness of my white-hot fiancee. He enjoyed every inch of penetration, as more and more of his huge penis slowly but surely becoming engulfed by Kaki -- four inches, then six, then eight...



Her face was wet with tears now, and she was babbling incoherently, writhing out of control at the sensation of being filled so completely, as he slowly, relentlessly buried himself balls deep inside of her. She seemed like she might hyperventilate as he rested with his shaft fully up inside of her, her breathing becoming even faster as he then started to withdraw several inches, and she prepared for the inevitable in-thrust that was sure to follow. He backed out a good half way, then pushed all the way back in with a triumphant fuck-thrust that caused her to let out a squeal. The roller coaster ride had begun. 



He did this a couple more times, then decided to go further - pulling all the way out to almost the crown, then burying himself again in one quick push. He wrapped his arm completely around her tiny waist now to hold her steady. The visual image was one of complete, absolute ownership and dominance, as he speared her over and over again, power-fucking my woman with savage abandon.



As if this image wasn't enough, he now rolled her up onto all fours, his massive arm still wrapped around her waist as he drilled her from behind, his free hand holding her by the front of one thigh as he impaled her gorgeous body with his gigantic cock.



After a few minutes of this, he pulled out and led her by the hand up out of the bed and over to the wall, backing her up to it with both hands on her waist, then letting one encircle her throat as her head reached the wall. Her arms hung out to her sides against the wall, completely surrendered to him, eyes closed in lustful abandon as he kissed first her lips and then her tits wildly, hand still around her throat. He then found her pussy with his huge crown again and forced himself up into her with insistence. Her eyes and mouth opened in shock and he stuck two thick fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them with porn star passion, eyes locked on his as she lifted one leg up off the ground and wrapped it around his waist, allowing him to penetrate her that much more easily.



It was an incredible sight, my woman deep-throating his thrusting fingers with his hand on her throat, fucking up into her wildly, her leg wrapped around him for dear life. 



But I don't think anything was as shocking, erotic, or heartbreaking, as when he finally lowered her onto the floor on her back, and stood over her. She arched her back, arms on the floor over her head, legs spread wide, staring up at him with the most come-hither expression you could possibly imagine. He sunk to his knees then got up over her, encircling her waist with his arm again as he slowly sunk his massive cock up inside her. She tossed her head back in surrender, legs wrapping around his ripped torso, his free hand pawing at her breasts, his wide lips ranging from her mouth to her neck to her tits, kissing and biting like a man possessed. 



Her response to this total masculine invasion was one of complete feminine surrender, sealed with one last gesture that also burned into my memory forever -- that of her hands finding his tight round butt cheeks, squeezing and holding them, and doing her best to pull him into her and keep her deep inside of her. No longer was he just taking her -- she was now showing her lust and approval in a direct and obvious way -- and her absolute enjoyment of what he was doing to her.



I assumed he was about to cum -- and this would be the moment we had all waited for. Whether it would be the last such fucking of the weekend, I didn't dare to wonder -- I simply hoped it would be over soon -- and maybe if she'd gotten what she'd contracted him for, she would decide that was enough. 



But he didn't cum. He pulled out of her, still super hard and slick with her juices, then moved to present his wet cock to her mouth. Again she eagerly and hungrily complied, licking and kissing his shaft with worshipful lust for several minutes. He looked over at me again now, as he held his shaft and thrust it in and out of my girlfriend's willing opened mouth. "This is going to be a fun weekend," he said, and then headed off to take a shower.

