Taking Charge Pt. 01

Just before they disappeared down the hallway, Jake caught me looking and gave me a wink. I blushed and looked away. Ryan must have seen it, because he chuckled and wrapped his arm around me, but I don't think he realized the wink was for me, and not him. At least, Ithink it had been for me.

Moments later, I could hear them going at it from clear across the house. I couldn't make out what was being said, but theenthusiasm of the noise, yeah, that was loud and clear.

"God, can't they make love a little quieter?" I grumbled, grabbing the remote and raising the volume.

Ryan snickered. "There's making love and then there's...fucking, and I'm pretty sure they aren't making love."

I gave him a disapproving look, but he only laughed and rubbed my thigh. He was right though. There really was a difference between fucking and making love. The morning before last, I'd fucked my husband, while he had made love to me. There was definitely a difference there. As I thought about all the times we weren't slow and gentle, I had always been the instigator. I fucked my husband on occasion, but he never fucked me. He only ever made love to me, and I had to talk him into it most of the time.

Over the years, I'd tried to get him to be more direct with me, but Ryan was just timid when it came to sex, as though he was terrified of rejection. I had to be careful how hard I pushed too. More than once, I'd vocalized that I wanted him to fuck me. Ryan had been shocked by it, and I mean shocked right out of the mood. If Ryan was anything, it was vanilla.

As we watched the movie, his hand remained where it was, fingers against my inner thigh. I really did love it when my husband touched me, even though he was only ever gentle. The constant noise from Jake's room might have been having an effect too.

"Let's do it," I said quietly.

He frowned. "Do what?"

I smiled and leaned close to whisper in his ear, drawing out the one-word reply, "Fuck."

Ryan took a sharp breath, then to my amazement, he grabbed my hand and jerked me up off the couch. Guess I wasn't the only one affected by the sounds coming from Jake's room. I fought to suppress a giggle as we ran to our room, I was so excited.

The moment our bedroom door closed, Ryan was on me in an instant, kissing me and groping at my breasts through my shirt before tearing both our clothes off. While Ryan didn't take his sweet time, neither did he, I don't know...just take me, I guess. I just wasn't getting the pounding I wanted.

Don't get me wrong. It was good sex. Short, but good. Just not any better than when I was taking the lead, which also happened to be when it was the best for me, and not just because I could control the pace and angle of penetration -- God, I loved being on top and leaning away back to make his tip rub deep inside me!

The position wasn't the problem. Missionary was Ryan's thing. There was nothing inherently wrong with missionary. I mean, I'd seen Jake fucking his girl in the same position, more or less, and she hadobviously enjoyed herself.

So what was different with Jake and his girl than with me and Ryan? Was it the subtle differences in the position? Surely it wasn't just the size, was it?

With Ryan's penis sliding in and out of me, I spread my legs wider. He grunted when he slipped in just a little deeper. It felt better, and there was promise for more. Ah, her legs! Jake's girl had had her legs outside of his arms.

Grabbing Ryan's wrist, I pulled. Still thrusting, he looked down at me.

"What is it, baby?"

"Lift your hand," I told him.

His brow furrowed but he did it. I swung my leg out and up to put it in front of his arm. Ryan gave me a funny look and grabbed my ankle to put it back behind him.

"What are you doing, Becca?" he chuckled and resumed rutting into me. "Just hold still."

I couldn't believe it. He'd laughed at me. I was just trying to spice things up, trying a slight variation of the same old position, and he'd laughed!

My arousal vanished under a cold wave of mortification, then that was blown away by a blast of bitter anger. I wasn't one to fake an orgasm though, and Idefinitely wasn't the kind of girl to go without one either, so I focused all of my senses where Ryan was moving back and forth inside me and managed to grasp hold of a climax and ride it out, moments before he twitched in me.

As we lay there in post coital bliss -- well, Ryan did -- I tapped my fingers over the slight ache low in my body, the persistent throb deep inside me that had refused to abate since my little peepshow. Even minutes after having my husband inside me, it was still there.

Obviously, Jake's size was a difference, but that couldn't be all there was to it. Right? No, definitely not, I decided. I had two toys, both given to me by Ryan, a slender blue vibrator and a dildo that looked like it was made out of pink jelly. The dildo was the same size as Ryan. I know because we had bought it together, and made sure it wasn't too big. The first dildo that my husband got me was too large. It wasn't much larger than him, but I'd tried using it once and it was uncomfortable.

So, no, not just size.

What then? Was it theway Jake had been fucking the girl that was different? He'd certainly been into it, thrusting hard, fast, with no shortage of vigor. But he hadn't just fucked her. He hadtaken her,owned her. God, the way he justpowered his cock into that girl...

A small sultry sigh escaped me.

"Good stuff, huh?" Ryan snickered.

"Huh?" I blinked my eyes open, then realized he thought the sound I made was because of us. "Oh, yes, honey. Really good stuff."

He kissed my shoulder, then rolled away and fell asleep. Eventually, I did too, but my slumber didn't last long.

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was two in the morning. I sat up in bed, wondering what had woken me. Then I heard it, coming from down the hall. It was muffled, but it was there, moaning, grunting, and the faint slap of flesh on flesh. That ache was still inside me, and I swear it was pulsing to the beat of noise coming from outside my room.

I moved without thinking, drawn to the sound, getting out of bed and feeling the somewhat cool air of the air conditioner drifting across my naked body. I grabbed my robe along the way, slipping it on. I only had one arm in the robe when I made it to the hall, the rest of me exposed. It wasn't even tied when I neared Jake's door, a line of dim light slashing across the floor. My robe gaped open, and while it was the softest terry-cloth robe I had ever owned, it all but chafed against my tight nipples, and my breasts felt oddly swollen, heavy. My thighs were slick too, and the instant I peeked through the gap of Jake's door, my insides throbbed.

Jake was kneeling on the bed and facing the door, leaning over the back of the small woman he'd brought home, every inch of them naked. Her ass was high in the air and her head and shoulders were lying on the bed. He had one hand on her hip, while the other was holding tight to the footboard of his bed. And he was fucking her, slowly pulling his hips back and then lunging forward. Every thrust slapped his groin against her upraised behind, knocking a gasp out of her.

Without the iPod, I could hear her. She grunted and moaned into the mattress, but I could hear her clearly enough.

"Oh fuck...oh God...so fucking big...harder...fuck me harder."

Jake slapped both hands onto her behind, sending ripples up her ass cheeks. There was a moment, while I stood there watching my husband's best friend fuck yet another new girl, when I felt proud that my ass was nicer than hers. Mine was small and tight. Jake could fuck me from behind like an animal and spank me and my ass wouldn't ripple in the slightest.

Oh, to feel a cock like that inside me, stretching and filling...

My insides tightened, and I felt something wet fill my palm. That's when I realized that I had two fingers wriggling inside me while my thumb rubbed against my clit. God, I was masturbating! I was watching my husband's best friend have sex and I was masturbating!

Jake sped his thrusts, and he looked up. Our eyes locked. His hips flew back and forth. The girl shook beneath him. He stared straight into my eyes while he fucked his girl, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing grin. My fingers plunged in and out of me faster and faster. I couldn't stop. I tried. I tried so hard.

Jake's grin vanished, and his eyes burned with heat and determination, watching my hand, my fingers thrusting in and out of my molten heat, thumb rubbing my clit, my other hand pawing my breast and pinching my nipple. His hands wrapped around his girl's narrow waist and clenched hard, her skin turning white where his fingers dug in. He fucked her harder, faster, his groin loudly slapping against her ass. It took me a few beats to realize what that meant. She was doing it. She was taking him, every long hard inch of him. He was fucking her with every centimeter of his monstrous cock and she was taking it, and loving it.

The girl groaned, grunted, moaned. "You're coming. Oh God, I can feel it, you're coming!"

With his hot gaze fixed on mine, Jake thrust one last time, hard, and a climax like no other ripped through my body. I bit my lower lip so hard that I tasted blood. His face reddened and he clenched his jaw. The girl jerked her head up and groaned out loud with her climax, and there was an instant where I thought she might see me, but without looking at her, Jake moved his hand from her back to her neck, and he shoved her head back down. He fucked her with shallow but hard thrusts and I imagined he was pumping his seed into her. It was such a shame that I couldn't see it this time.

Jake grinned again, and as though sensing my thoughts, he leaned back and pulled his cock out of her with a lewd wet, sucking pop. It snapped up to smack against his body, He was still awesomely hard and thickly coated with his girl's cum, and he was so muchbigger than I'd originally thought. His tip really was as big as an apple, his shaft as thick as my wrist, and he was so long that he nearly reached his own navel. Grabbing the base of his shaft, Jake slapped the slimy hard length of his thick pole against his girl's ass and thrust it up her crack.

An instant later, his cock throbbed and spit a finger-thick rope of cum up high into the air, at least two feet, probably more. It came back down like a twisting snake, splashing against the girl's back in a coiled line of thick goo. His cock fired again and again, three times, four, then five, each blast slightly weaker than the last, but they were sopowerful. I hadn't evenknown a man could produce that much semen.

There was a long moment where Jake's climax seemed to be over, but then he wrapped his big hand around his thick shaft, angled his cock, and the big slit at his tip widened, belching a monstrous line of semen over the girl, past the foot of the bed, right at the door. It splashed against my belly and bare mound, soaking my skin and the hand between my legs, hot and thick.

I'd never...how could he possibly...that hard...holy fuck!

In the end, the girl's back was glistening with semen, and each line of it was more than my husband produced with an entire climax, and then I remembered what the girl said. She'd felt Jake coming inside her, so what I saw on her back wasn't all of it. Christ, how much semen did his huge balls produce? How much had he releasedinside her?

I glanced up, away from the shiny mess of the girl's back, and Jake was looking at me through his lashes, as though I was the one bent over in front of him with his cum cooling on my back. He grinned, I gasped, and I ran back to my room.

Chapter 3

I avoided Jake as best I could over the next two weeks. Of course, since he lived with us, that wasn't entirely possible. He'd catch me looking at him now and then, and while he didn't smirk or wink or do anything overt, he knew what I knew, that I'd watched him have sex, twice. That I'd seen him come, twice. That he'd come so hard and shot it so far that his semen had splashed all over me, and once was enough when it came to that.

Except it wasn't.

That night, I'd gone straight to the bathroom off our master suite and locked myself in. When I'd caught my breath, I'd inspected the damage, looking down at my tummy. There was a patch of thick goo down there, longer than wide, starting an inch or so above my bare mound and near the very top of my cleft -- Ryan liked me smooth down there, and I did too, for my bikinis, so I waxed regularly. Even now, Jake's thick cum was trickling down, oozing down my body, over my mons, sliding inexorably down and seeking the swollen lips of my sex. I raised my hand. Thick cum was webbed between my fingers, so very much of it. There was more right there than Ryan produced with an entire climax, and that was just one shot from Jake, not even all of the shot, because the rest of it was sliding down my body and over my aching pussy, and God onlyknew how much of that single shot had ended up on the floor, the bed, and Jake's girl.

I watched it in the mirror, Jake's cum oozing down my skin under its own weight, drawn down by gravity, and it was like it was alive, warm and seeking, searching for my pussy. Jake's cum wanted my pussy, to be inside it, because that's what it was doing, coating my labia. I leaned back against the wall and thrust my pelvis forward, so that I could better see his cum coating my crotch. My cum-coated fingers parted my puffy lips down there, so that I could see how incredibly wet I was inside, flushed red, burning sweetly from the recent fingering I'd given myself, and with latent need, the need to be filled, to be stretched, to be so thoroughly fucked by a true cunt-wrecker like Jake's...

I caught myself just before I thrust my cum-covered fingers inside me.

Oh my God! What was I doing? What was Ithinking? Never mind the fact that Jake wasn't my husband, that I shouldn't be thinking about him inthat way. No, that wasn't so bad. What was bad was that I'd very nearly fingered myself again, while his hot potent cum coated my fingers, with millions or billions of his sperm swimming around in that thick goo, their only purpose to seek out an egg and implant their DNA, to create a life.

And I wasn't on birth control!

So I diddled my clit and finger-fucked myself with my clean hand, mauling my breasts with the other, smearing Jake's cum over both of them, leaving them slick, pumping my fingers in and out of me, tormenting my clit with my thumb. My insides clenched so tightly but my fingers weren't enough, but the stimulation of my clit was. So I came, long and hard, shuddering from head to toe, trembling while my hot vagina squeezed my fingers, and there was a salty-sweet taste in my mouth, my other fingers, and my tongue was licking them clean, licking up Jake's cum, and I was swallowing, eating Jake's cum, and I came again, falling, sliding down the wall.

When I came to, I was sitting on the floor. My chest was heaving and my legs were stretched out and spread lewdly, thighs and hand soaked with my climax, my other hand clean of Jake's semen, because it was all in my stomach now. The taste was lingering there, on my tongue, salty-sweet, and I loved it. Tasting cum wasn't new for me, and I never minded the taste, and Jake didn't taste much different than my husband, but knowing itwasn't my husband's cum lingering on my tongue, coating my throat and churning in my stomach made it better, somehow, more sinfully delicious.

I sat there on the floor, catching my breath, and eventually stood and cleaned up. I made it to bed, dropping my robe on the floor and crawling under the covers. I curled up into a tight little ball, feeling myself trembling, not because of what I'd seen, nor because of what I'd done after -- namely eating Jake's spend -- but because I wanted more.

Anyway, like I said, I tried to avoid Jake over the next two weeks. My sex drive was running overtime too, never abating. I was an unemployed housewife -- Ryan worked hard to make the money he did, so that I could stay home, and it was his idea and I didn't argue -- so that meant that I had a lot of downtime. Taking care of the house, doing my crafts, volunteer community work, eBaying our old stuff -- the closest thing I had to a job -- none of it was enough to keep me occupied. If more than a minute went by where I wasn't busy, my thoughts drifted to Jake fucking his girls, to the feel of his cum on my skin, in my mouth, on my tongue.

I tried to use my husband to keep my needs under control, when he was up for it, sometimes propositioning him twice in one day. More often than not, relief came to me later, after Ryan was finished and I was locked away in our bathroom with my toys. Every time we had sex, it was less and less satisfying, and I think it was because my desire to try a new position was intensifying.

One night, I'd been waiting for my husband to come home, and when he came into our room, he found me sitting on the end of our bed wearing a robe. I'd greeted him with a sweet 'hi, baby' and opened the robe and shown him I was naked, then crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees, shaking my bare ass at him, showing him my soaking wet sex -- I'd been forced to listen to Jake hammering away at yet another tight vagina -- Jake had shouted out as such -- almost all night. Ryan had stripped in record time and pounced. He'd kneeled behind me and laid his body over mine. He'd stroked my body and kissed my shoulders and back, and even my ass cheeks, nibbling and kissing and licking my tight butt. He didn't fuck me like that though. He'd turned me over on my back to do that, which was mildly disappointing at the time, severely so later.

So, yeah, I avoided Jake as best I could over the next two weeks, but it didn't go well. I couldn't totally escape him. Idefinitely couldn't escape the noise of his nightly interludes either. Every night, I lay awake in bed, listening to the muffled sounds of Jake fucking another girl, and despite myself, I couldn't help but see it in my mind's eye, his hugely thick cock plowing in and out of some tight young woman. Every time I'd see him the next morning, there would be an instant where I saw him naked, a memory overlaying the waking world, and I would blush fiercely. I think Jake knew what was going on in my head, because he'd grin knowingly.

One night, I found myself standing in the hallway, just outside of Jake's room. I'd been woken up by the usual cacophony of sex, but it had been louder that night. The moment I'd stepped out of my room, I'd realized why. Jake's door was open by a few inches, wide enough that I probably could have turned sideways and slipped through without bumping the door. I didn't see them right away though. They weren't on the bed. Pulling my robe tighter around myself, I leaned past the door jamb and saw them.

They were standing up, in profile to the door. Her hands were high up on the wall, her incredibly tight little ass thrust out behind her, legs spread wide. Jake was behind her, fucking his huge cock up into her body. She was a tall brunette, though still not as tall as Jake, with very short pageboy hair that fell to her earlobes. She was amazingly lean, almost skinny, with really small breasts, but then I noticed her thighs, powerfully muscled. She must have been a dancer, probably ballet. Despite her height, she looked so small compared to Jake. His arms were as thick as her thighs.

I watched them for a while, Jake thrusting his hips, powering that big dick of his up between her legs, and every time he pushed in, she would lift up onto the tips of her toes just a little, like he was too big for her, too long. I couldn't blame the girl. A cock like that would probably try to come out of my throat, given how short I was.