Three Weeks - third installment

[anton]

Please read the previous installments first:
http://ourhotwives.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=6447
http://ourhotwives.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=6448

author note - Again, this third installment is actually Chapter 5. For hotwife/hotgirlfriend fans, here it is. Please, please let me know what you think; your feedback is the only pay I get for this. Also, frankly, if this chapter is not enough to do it for you and get a good feedback response, then I'll be shocked and give up hope.



THREE WEEKS
Chapter five

The following Saturday night, I was slightly woken up as Jen got out of my bed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. She had on only panties, and so as she stood up she grabbed a button-down shirt of mine off the back of the chair and wrapped it around her shoulders to cover up her bare top for the walk down the hall to the ladies room. Catching a glimpse under her hands of her awesome boobs as she closed the shirt around her woke me up a bit, and I reflexively glanced nervously over at Brad’s bed, but he was asleep (alone, oddly) facing away from us. Jennifer padded to the door, and the room was washed in blinding light as she opened the door and went out. The spring-loaded door slowly closed by itself, gradually pinching off the blinding light.
I laid my head back down on the pillow, and quickly started to drift back to sleep. As the door finally closed shut, it made a loud click, which caused a stirring over in Brad’s bed. I looked over, and he kind of tossed in bed, awoken by the sound. He rolled over once, then again, and then slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. He was clearly still three-quarters asleep, but perhaps was considering taking a leak. After a moment, he made up his mind, and pulled the covers off and turned his feet sleepily onto the floor.
As he did, I noticed that his absurdly long cock was hanging out of the opening at the front of his boxers, apparently it had fallen out in his sleep. He didn’t notice, and as he sleepily stood up, it hung heavily way down, several inches below the end of his boxers. As he started staggering slowly towards the door, I silently willed him to hurry and get to the men’s bathroom, as I was worried Jenny would come back from the girls room soon.
Just then the door burst open with a blinding flash of light, and Jennifer was coming through into the darkened room. She began quickly stripping off the shirt almost as soon as she crossed the threshold, and she bumped into the chair before somewhat awkwardly draping the shirt over it, obviously somewhat blind after going from the bright hallway into the darkened room.
Suddenly, she startled and turned around to look as she noticed Brad standing frozen in the middle of the room only feet away from her.
“Oh! Omigod, Brad I didn’t see you standi-“ She stopped suddenly mid-sentence as her eyes looked closely at Brad and saw his huge cock hanging obscenely out of his underwear, pointing way down towards his feet. Also, she seemed to simultaneously remember that she was nearly naked except for her panties, but she made no motion to cover herself. Her breasts stood out magnificently in front of her, faced directly at Brad.
I looked at Brad, and he stood, unmoving, sleepy and stunned, but clearly now becoming more awake. He just stood there, staring at her awesome breasts.
Jennifer was not moving but breathing heavily, her shoulders back and her breasts rising up and down beautifully. I looked up at her face, and she was still staring down at his exposed cock. They both just stood there, not moving, not saying anything, for what seemed like an eternity. I also remained frozen, hidden in the shadows of my bed watching.
I followed her gaze down to his pendulous cock as they stared at each other, and then it happened.
It moved.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but then faster and more purposefully, his cock began to harden as he stared at her bare breasts. Initially, while still hanging straight down, it just began to get fuller, which seemed impossible considering how big it looked already. The head swelled, the shaft became noticeably thicker and longer, which actually had the effect of making the tip go lower towards the floor. Then, after it stretched down impossibly longer and thicker, and it was nearly solid, it began to tilt up, lifting the head forwards and upwards.
Up till then, Jennifer and I had just stared in silent amazement, but as Brad’s cockhead began to rise towards her, Jennifer let out a muted whimper.
I looked up at her face, and as she stared as the rising massive pole, her face, which previously had shown only intense amazement, now had mixed with this an intense, unbearable sexual arousal as Brad quickly came to a full, rock hard erection.
They still just stood there facing each other, just feet away from each other, Brad staring at Jennifer’s incredible breasts, and his massive cock was now seemingly defying gravity, arching stridently out of the stretched opening in his boxers straight out from his body, then bending upwards, pointing outrageously towards her tits. His huge cockhead was suspended in space at a point halfway between his belly-button and her breasts. By now, I saw, Jennifer was consumed with excitement, shivering and biting her lower lip. I looked down and saw her panties were not only sopping and discolored from wetness, but a trail of her juice began to ooze in a shiny line down the inside of her thigh.
I felt like I should say something, to try to interrupt what was happening, but I was frozen. I don’t know if it was partly habit, developed from sitting silently in my bed night after night watching Brad fuck other women, or just shock, or partly the fear that there was nothing I could do to stop it, but for whatever reason, my voice just wouldn’t work.
And, goddammit, I realized, I was rock-hard.
Almost reflexively, and almost with resignation, my hand of its own volition slowly eased under the waistband of the underwear, and wrapped around the base of my cock.

For the last few days, Brad and Jen had talked so easily with each other, like old friends, teasing each other, giving each other a hard time. Now, however, they were silent, looking at each other. Jen gazed at that enormous erect cock pointed right at her for a long time in silence. Then, she seemed to force herself to tear her eyes away and look up at Brad’s face.
“Bradley,” she said in a half-whisper. She had lately been habitually calling him that, just to razz him, and he always seemed to love it. Now it just sounded full of intense arousal.
“Hmm?” Brad said dazedly, not looking up.
“Are you looking at my breasts?”
Brad snapped out of it and looked at her contritely, saying “Sorry. Sorry, Jen, I…”
“No, it’s okay, I mean…” Jen interrupted. The sudden return of conversation seemed to make her reflexively move to cover herself, and she began to bring her arms across her chest, but then suddenly seemed to catch herself and realize that’s just what she didn’t want to do. Instead, she moved her arms across under her breasts, and then in an awkward way kind of cupped them in opposite hands. Though obviously unintentional, it was incredibly sexy, given the beauty of her tits. She then regained her voice, “…I mean I just wanted to know if you’d noticed them…if they…if they were the reason you’re so erect. Did…did I do that to you?” On the word, ‘that’, her eyes glanced down to indicate his huge erection, then she looked inquiringly, wistfully into his eyes.
Brad nodded.
Jen seemed to swoon, and stared back at the huge erection staring her in the face. “Oh my god, you’re hard ‘cause of me…” She actually looked a little wobbly on her feet, in her excitement. I almost moved to catch her from falling, which would have blown my cover, but Brad beat me to it. He sensed it too, and jumped forward to grab her.
She was okay, though, and Brad’s motion put her into his arms. She looked down, and Brad’s cock was resting against her belly, the head reaching up high enough to touch the underside of her naked left breast. By reflex, she put her hand over it, holding it against her abdomen, then a moment later seemed to realize what she had just done. She looked down at what was under her hand, and she started to melt down.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m touching it…It’s so…so…much. It’s so solid. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m touching it.” As she said this, her hands began running up and down on the top side of the cock, pressing it against her body. She stepped back just a little, then grabbed it in both hands, then gently ran her fingers up and down it, admiring it, tracing her fingers along the veins and ridges, studying it. “I just can’t believe it’s real.”
She then started to more methodically run her hands together up and down the shaft, interlocking her fingers over the top of it. She appeared to notice an excess of friction, and paused, then brought her hands up to her mouth, covering them in spit. She brought them down, and then rubbed the spit all over the head in a twisting motion. At this, Brad sighed, and closed his eyes.
Jen heard the sound of Brad’s sigh and looked up at him. “Oh god, you like this? It’s okay if I do this? You’ll let me?” Her hands were still twisting on his cockhead.
Brad, without opening his eyes, nodded.
“Oh, Brad, thank you.” And she brought her hands back to her mouth, covered them in saliva again, and then rubbed it all over the section of shaft below his head. She repeated this several times, and eventually had him fully covered in saliva. Then, she began more energetically sliding her hands up and down the shaft together, all the way from the opening in his boxers up to the head and back down again.
Brad moaned, and he kind of leaned towards his bed, still holding her shoulders. Jen kept her hands on his cock, and they fell/lied side by side on the bed. Jen still sliding her hands all over his cock. Brad leaned his head forward to kiss her.
Jen saw the kiss coming, and said, “oh my god”, and then puckered her lips to meet his. Soon they were making out passionately with open mouths while she continued her wet massage of his cock.
Suddenly, Brad broke off the kiss, and said, “No No. Jen, I can’t do this to Kevin. You’re his girlfriend.”
Jen looked panic-stricken. She was obviously in an unbearable level of excitement. “What! No, it’s okay. It’s okay, please Brad, please! Please!” She looked ready to cry.
“But you’re his girlfriend, Jen, it wouldn’t be right.”
“No. I’m not. It’s okay, c’mon, please.”
“What do you mean you’re not?”
“I’m not. I’m not. I’m… We…We broke up.”
“You did?”
“Yes, earlier today, before you came back to the room,” she lied, grasping at straws, obviously making up the first thing that came into her head. “We broke up. I’m not his girlfriend.” As she said this she rubbed her hand up and down on his wet, saliva-covered cock, trying to be convincing.
She continued, “It’s true, we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, we both agreed we wanted to see other people. I do. I want to see other people. I want to see you.”
Brad hesitated, unsure what to make of all this, but the massaging on his cock was obviously helping to make up his mind.
“We’re broken up. I want to see other people. Do you want me to wake him up and say it to his face?” Jen continued in an emphatic whisper.
“No, no. Don’t do that.” Brad quickly replied.
“It’s true, I’m not his girlfriend.” To make her point, she turned towards my end of the room and said softly, though not in a way to try to ‘wake’ me: “We’re broken up. I want to see other people.”
Bewilderingly, (to me at that moment) I came, squirting thick streams of semen all over the inside of the sheets of the bed.

Despite my ejaculation, I never lost my erection. I continued to watch, mesmerized. Brad seemed thrilled to find out that Jennifer was “unattached”, and immediately seemed to move to start fucking her. Jen also sensed this, and as Brad stood up and started moving her back onto the bed, Jen looked at his face in wonder as she leaned back, and said, “Are…are you going to…to fuck me?”
Brad smiled slightly at her, as she lied back on her back, opening her legs, and he gently nodded his head.
“Oh my god.” Jen murmured softly, and her eyes followed Brad’s face as he stood upright above her on his knees between her legs; then her eyes traveled down his chest and belly, then stared at his enormous erect cock, rock hard and standing up stridently, aiming right at her. Right at her. She began quivering.
“Ohhhhhmyyyygodddd!” she moaned much more loudly, and she started coming. Without any touch, her pussy was audibly contracting and pulsing, and her eyes rolled back in her head. As the orgasm rolled through her, she involuntarily spread her thighs as wide as they would go, opening up and thrusting her pulsating pussy towards Brad. There was so much juice and wetness all over her pussy, thighs, abdomen, and dripping down onto the bed, making a spot on the sheets.
For just a moment, the thought floated through my head: this was my last chance. If I didn’t interrupt somehow, my girlfriend was going to get laid for sure. I’ve thought about that moment many times since. It’s hard to explain my passivity, my resignation in letting it happen, but so many factors were stacked against me intervening. First was simply habit; I was so used to being in my bed, watching some girl get fucked by Brad, and me trying to make as little noise as possible. Second was a sense of inevitability. Ever since Brad had awoken to the recognition of Jen’s amazing body, I think in my gut I knew this would happen, that that was the moment I lost her. Even if I could interrupt it now, that I would only delay the inevitable. That if two people want each other that much, there’s very little that a third person can do about it. Anyway, in the end, I did nothing. I said nothing. As per habit, I sat silently in my bed, watching, pretending to sleep, and jerking off.
I was miserable. But miserable is not really what I was. I was panicked, crushed, and my heart was racing. But that’s kind of another way of saying excited. It’s weird, but I became keenly aware that I had never been so excited. And the feeling, feeling nervous, sweaty, scared, hyper-aware, stomach in knots, was not really so far from being sexually excited, and gradually, somewhere in there, it all flipped over to exactly that: sexual excitement. I was going frigging crazy with it. I began jerking off frantically under the covers as Brad lined up his foot long cock right at my girlfriend’s naked, spread open pussy.
Jen kept looking and looking at the huge, smooth cock as it approached her. Looking at it with a face of utter joy and even, affection. Like she was in love with it. Not with Brad, but with it. And she was finally reuniting with her long lost love. She hooked her arms around her thighs, pulling them out and back, watching Brad ease the huge mass of the apple-sized head forward and into contact with her swollen labia. They touched. The skin of his cockhead was touching the skin of her pussy. Two sections of human skin in the world I had wanted so desperately not to touch each other. Jen moaned, but kept her eyes open, watching closely. At last, Brad pushed forward with his hips.
And nothing happened. His huge cockhead simply pushed her whole pussy area inwards slightly, but it couldn’t penetrate at all. Her incredible tightness, I thought. I felt a twinge of something, either hope or dismay, that it might not be possible. Just like a Great Dane cannot mate with a Chihuahua, that outrageously large head simply couldn’t fit into that tiny hole. Brad pushed harder, but with no effect. He looked down, surprised, and then put saliva on his hand and smeared it all over his cockhead (unnecessary, really, considering her incredible wetness). He then leaned down again, and held it in his hand, trying to push it in. Again, nothing. He pushed forward while guiding it slightly side to side with his hand, trying to open the lips up, but to no avail.
“Um, Jen…” Brad said softly, “I don’t think it will g-“
“Yes!” Jen interrupted, “It will. It will. It has to,” she said with desperation, “try again!”
Brad again lined his cock up and began thrusting even harder. Jen lifted her heels and hooked them on Brad’s hips, pulling him towards her, straining with all her strength. Brad’s huge head crushed into her pussy, pushing incredibly hard. It moved. Just a little, Jen’s pussy had given way the slightest amount. “Oh!” Jen cried, and continued pulling Brad’s hips with her heels.
It moved a little more, as, incredibly, Jen’s pussy gave way some more, now noticeably opened around the front curve of Brad’s huge cockhead. “oh! Oh! OH!” Jen yelled, getting louder. Brad helped with a stronger thrust, and Jen’s pussy finally yielded fully. It opened unimaginably wide, and Brad’s entire head slipped inside. He stopped at this point, his huge head, incredibly, now buried inside my girlfriend’s pussy, but his shaft was still entirely outside. Her outrageously taut pussy lips seemed to close around the back rim of his head, sealing him in.
“Ow, ow. Yes. Yes.” Jen breathed victoriously, eyes closed, “I knew it would go.” Then, she continued, eyes still closed, almost talking to herself, “Oh god, it hurts. Oh god, I’m so full. It’s so good. It’s so fucking good. I can’t believe it’s so huge. God, it’s just so much bigger than any dick I’ve ever felt before.” (I couldn’t help thinking my cock was the only other one she’d felt.) Then, I was surprised to hear her say, “Is it all the way in?”
Brad seemed a little surprised too, since only the head, and none of the 8-9 remaining inches of his cock was inside her. “Um…” he said.
Jen opened her eyes, and then they widened as she saw that only a small fraction of Brad’s cock was actually inside her. “Oh god, oh god, oh god” she moaned, half in excitement, half in fear. She closed her eyes again, then said, “Okay, keep going.”
Immediately Brad responded, perhaps a little before Jen was ready, and began sliding deeper. Jen immediately reacted.
“Oooooo! Ow. I can’t stand it. Ooooo. Oh god, YES!” I could not believe how much meat was disappearing inside her. Brad was halfway in, and wasn’t stopping.
“oooh ooooh oh my god! It just keeps going…yes yesssss” Jen cried. And then, incredibly, it was done. Brad was fully inserted, balls deep inside Jen’s pussy. That entire monster pole of muscle was no longer out, no longer flailing about out in the air, out in the world; it was all in. Inside. Inside the body of my girlfriend.
All I could see was the insanely stretched skin of her pussy around the thickness of him. It was stretched so tightly I thought it might tear. Brad paused. I knew that many times, with Brad, the first outstroke is where the women really went crazy. Somehow, the sense of relief, the realization that they had taken everything and from here on out it would only get easier made their tension and fear melt away instantly, leaving only the dawning awareness that that incredible stretching which bordered on pain was actually the greatest pleasure they’d ever felt. That’s what happened with Jen.
Brad’s hips ever so slightly began to retract, and I could see Jen feel this, and relief flood over her face. But only for a second. Then, I watched the friction of the motion slowly pull her entire stretched pussy skin outwards with it, and then the stretched skin stayed out as the huge cock continued to slide past it under incredible tension. Her face changed completely from relief to utter bliss. Brad was only one inch into his long, long outstroke, and kept pulling out smoothly and incredibly slowly. I saw the pulling friction cause her red hot clitoris to pop out, swollen beyond anything I had seen before, and then get trapped between the incredibly taut labia and the top side of his cock. Every ridge and vein on the cock made the clit bounce up and down, but it had nowhere to go, trapped under the tightness of her hood.
Jen came.
I could see it in the flesh around her hole, that it was contracting, pulsing in orgasm as best it could, but its motion was severely constrained by the huge invader. “Aaugghhhhhhmmmmoooooooooohhhhhhhh” An inhuman sound escaped from Jen’s lips as she orgasmed, lost in a kind of pleasure beyond anything I had ever seen. Brad’s inexorable outstroke continued at the same inching pace for what seemed like hours, and the whole time, Jen’s orgasm continued.
Brad at last reached the point where he’d started, with just the head still inside, and smoothly reversed direction. Jen’s orgasm subsided, and her face looked nervous again, but the long instroke, faster this time, seemed to have no problem, going all the way in as Jen’s bare toes (with the red toenails which I had painted for her during a playful time in my bed seemingly eons away) flexed involuntarily in the air above Brad’s back.
Jen seemed to relax, and wrapped her slender, feminine legs around Brad’s hips. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his upper body down and closer to her, and she put her head to one side and began softly kissing the side of his jaw as she got fucked.
With each in and out stroke, Brad got a little faster, gradually over ten minutes going from excruciatingly slow to moderate speed, and finally to hard, fast pumping. During this time, I watched Jen go through the same conversion I had seen happen to Wendy, Carrie, and a half dozen other girls. Somehow, though, it was different, watching a girl’s face convey that shock and discovery at getting the greatest sex of her life, since now that face belonged to my girlfriend. First fear, then amazement, then total joy and arousal, and finally, that blankness, that inability to convey anything, so lost in endless orgasms.
Brad handled her masterfully. Even better than any of the previous women. He seemed to know exactly the right pace to keep her coming over and over, lulling her into a calmness and then surprising her with intensity. She screamed and screamed, with more strange, foreign sounds I’d never heard. After a half hour, she had that glazed look from repeated orgasms, head back, staring at the ceiling while getting fucked, mouth slightly open with swollen red lips, and a long trail of drool oozing from the corner of her mouth down her cheek onto the sheet. Soon, Brad had turned her over, and was pumping her quasi-doggie style. Jen seemed to collapse into a ball on the mattress, with her knees under her, and she looked tiny under Brad. He was behind her, and even though she was not fully up on her knees, his cock was so long he had no problem reaching down to her pussy. He fucked her like this for a while, then pulled forcefully on her hips from behind to bring her up on her hands and knees, which allowed him to get a full insertion of his entire length into her. A startled scream came out of her as she was impaled, waking her from her languor like a slap. Brad started pumping hard, and within moments she was coming like crazy.
I swept my eyes over her whole body, now largely sideways to me with her facing slightly away. Her bare feet were out on either side of Brad’s knees, her toes pointed in orgasm. Her calves beautifully tense. Brad’s hands firmly grabbed her small but feminine hips, each of his fingers making an indentation in the soft skin, due to the firmness of his hold. With each stroke, he pulled her hips back and forth strongly. Jen’s tits hung down beautifully, the gravity making them seem longer, the nipples at the tips standing erect, and with each thrust, they swung back and forth with the motion of Jen’s body. Every part of that body was so familiar, every freckle and mole, the shape of her back, her shoulders, the shape of her ankles and feet. Everything I knew so well. Except her face, which was contorted in orgasm and arousal into an expression I had never seen before. And except her pussy; on each outstroke, Brad’s hips would pull out of the way, and I could see it ridiculously stretched beyond recognition.
Cooling momentarily from this last, greatest orgasm, Jen murmured, with her eyes closed, “I never knew…I never knew…”
Brad didn’t seem to hear her, and kept doing what he was doing, but Jen kept murmuring, “…I never knew what it was…” her voice tapered off, then again began murmuring, “…I never knew sex was this…”.
Brad never stopped. As usual. Their sex went on for hours and hours, till dawn. I stayed up the whole time, too. At one point, I still had a sense of how many orgasms Jen had had, but eventually I lost track. Dozens. I lost my erection only for brief times after ejaculating, and must have come five times myself, masturbating under the sheets.



author note - If you'd like to read more, let me know and I'll post chapters 6 and 7, where Kevin has to suffer(?)through three weeks of living in the same tiny dorm room where his roommate and former girlfriend are continually fucking.

[Matt2]

Please do!

[q1p0alzm]

incredibly hot well written please continue

[sam6221941]

Yes, please post the rest. Good stuff!

[roadrunner]

I'm enjoying this. Please continue!

[Dager]

This is the most intence story I have ever reak. Please comtinue.

[leader7688]

WOW!!! Please ... MORE ASAP. Great writing.

[HerLittleGuy]

Of late, I find myself struggling to keep up with the board, and admit that I bypassed the Library when I saw how much there was to read. Am I ever glad I made time to give it another shot tonight! Wow! Both of your stories are incredibly hot!!! I'd LOVE to read more!

hlg

[kenny9990]

Please continue Anton. You are a gifted writer who spins his story well.

[inNC]

...I'm needing to go back and read all these chapters for sure !