Miracle Flesh Pt 02

Part 2

Sam's brain ground to a shrieking halt.

"Been in your sister? What do you mean by that, hon?"

"Oh, blow me." Ash stalked past him, slamming the closet shut before he could barricade himself inside. Sam tried to slip past, but she grabbed his arm and shoved him against the door. In his own body, Sam was a respectable six-foot-one, head and shoulders above his wife. But Ashley had a few inches on her sister, even without standing on her toes. In that moment, the difference felt like looking up at Godzilla.

"When were you gonna tell me, Samuel?" Her voice reverberated through the room

"When were you gonna get around to telling me that you fucked Roxie, huh?"

"It was just the one time," he started.

"Bzzzzt! Nope! That was the first time. Office Christmas party, everyone got drunk. I wrung the whole story out of Roxie till she was bawling her eyes out. Then she told me about the hotel. The flowers. All of it."

Sam bowed his head, his voice going hollow. "I'm so sorry, Ash. We never meant to hurt you."

"I wish I could believe that." Her eyes glistened with tears. "But good God, Sam! Six times? Is our sex life so boring that you had to fuck my sister half a dozen times? That really fucking hurts, Sam!"

"You're right," he said, voice cracking. "You're completely right. What we did was unforgivable, and I'm so sorry about what we did."

Tears ran freely down her dimpled cheeks. "You want to know something really stupid?"

"Me?"

She snorted. "Cute. But no. What's stupid is that, when I figured out what you were doing, the first thing that popped into my head wasn't 'Oh, the two most important people in my life just stabbed me in the back,'."

"Is it that I wouldn't do kinky stuff with you?" he offered.

Ash's glare pushed him back against the closet door.

"No. My first thought was, 'Son of bitch! He got her first!'"

"What?"

"Look." She expelled a long, soulful breath. Suddenly, she was avoiding his eyes and her cheeks burned bright pink. "The thing is, you weren't wrong earlier. I've basically been in love with Roxie since I was fourteen. Or madly in lust, at least. Way before our parents got together. And I've been trying for most of forever to get her to come around, cause 'hey, not like we're really related, right?' Fuck, I've lost track of how many times I've tried talking her into a threesome with me and whoever I was dating at the time. Just on the off-chance she might get caught up in the moment and go to work on me instead. But nope. Roxie's always been the straight arrow. And I don't just mean she's a stick-in-the-mud. I mean she has zero interest in women. I don't think I've ever met another woman who wasn't at least the tiniest bit gay, but she's straighter than a fucking ruler."

Ash expelled another sigh and leaned into him. Slumping, she had always called it.

Whenever she felt like she was in an emotional slump she would slump up against him so he would hold her tight. But this time she caught herself halfway, glowered as if he had somehow tricked her into it, and backed away. His heart clenched painfully as he wondered if she would ever let him touch her again.

"This is gonna sound so pathetic," she said. "But I wasted so much time and effort trying to seduce that woman. And it's always the same thing. 'It wouldn't be right. I could never leave my husband. We're soulmates.' Nada. Then you, my husband, comes along, get a couple glasses of schnapps into her, and off come the panties! I'm fucking jealous of my fucking husband having a fucking affair with my fucking step-sister who I want to fuck! And it wasn't a one-time thing either. You could have at least invited me to one of them!"

"You would have been okay with me cheating," Sam asked suspiciously, "if I had invited you along to fuck your sister?"

"Well, no. Obviously I'd have been pissed no matter what. But it would have been a good start for a peace offering. You know, if you had come clean the first time. Invited me to sit in on your second rendezvous. You could have called me up to your hotel room. I'd have shown up in that tiny black dress you bought me for our anniversary. The one that rides so far up my ass you can see my lacy red panties."

Her eyes went glassy and out of focus, weaving the fantasy in a husky purr. Voice catching as her hand wandered beneath her shorts. He swallowed hard, unable to focus on any one thing for long, but too afraid to act without permission. Anything could be a trap at this point. From the erotic images she was putting in his head, the inviting heaves of her perfect breasts, to the infuriating writhing of her hips. His pussy twitched again, provoking a sigh to match his wife's. Yes, he decided, unaware of his own hand's travels. Best to sit and watch for now.

"You would have her tied down on the bed," Ash continued. "Her dress bunched up over her tummy. Tits out and defenseless. Her legs forced open wide so I could see how hard you'd pounded her. Her pussy juices would be all over your face as you kissed me. Her perfume all over you. Your cock rock hard and riding up my skirt, even though you'd just fucked her. You'd lead me over to her, and...and...oh!...and you'd be blindfolded with a tie, couldn't see me as I went down on you. Licked that tight little cunt of yours until you screamed and...oh God!...and Sam would take me from behind while I fucked you with my hand! I'd tell you what a bad girl you were...o-oh!...and how I was gonna...gonnna..."

Her eyes snapped open as she slammed her hands against the wall to either side. Sam jumped as she pressed into him, their breasts squishing together, electric jolts rushing through his nipples, her nose inches from his.

"Roxie!" Ash panted like she'd run a marathon. Her face was flushed and her eyes wild. "Roxie, I've wanted this for so long. I love you, Roxie. I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Then her mouth was on his, kissing him desperately. She forced his legs apart with a knee and ground it into his sex. Stars exploded across his vision, his desperate moans an invitation for her tongue to invade. Her hands roamed all over her fake sister's body, feeling out the erogenous zones she had attacked earlier and seeking out new ones. The sound of his own voice left him helpless to her ministrations as she kissed and licked and bit down his neck, his collarbone and breasts. She latched onto a nipple, and lightning raced through his chest and down to his pussy. On some island of the frontal lobe, he noted that Ash's custom order must have included some changes from the original. Large breasts often lacked sensitivity and Roxie's were no exception. But, every fresh pinch and lick of his nipples left him clinging to her, moaning as he crushed himself into her relentless knee. Then even that portion of his mind was drowned under a tidal wave of lust as Ash forced her fingers inside and assaulted his G-spot.

"Fuck me! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" He babbled mindlessly as he ground against her fingers like a beast in heat. Trying to take them deeper and deeper inside. His own fingers didn't even compare. "I want you so bad, Ashley! Oh, yeah! Oh, God, oh yeah! Right there. Right there! YesyesyesyesyesYES!"

Light exploded in his brain. Engulfing him in warmth and bliss. Sam buried his face in her shoulder, his body trembling as the unfamiliar high threatened to drown him. He kissed her cheek, then reached back to his scalp to pull the mask aside. He needed to get out of this thing before he got addicted to it. But the thought was barely formed before Ash grabbed his wrists and tossed him onto the bed.

"Oh, no." Her grin was a lioness pinning an antelope. "We're not done here. Not by a long shot."

"Ash? What are you--?"

"Shut up! You've cum twice already. Think we're stopping before I've gotten off? Hell no, we're not."

Her jogging shorts flew off, freeing a pair of satin panties that were completely soaked through. Sam sat up to get a better view, but she shoved him back down.

"Who said you could get up?" she demanded, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "You're my bitch now. That means you do what I say!"

Spots of color rose in her cheeks, undercutting her imperious stance, and Sam had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He must have done a poor job of it because her cheeks brightened even more. She stamped her foot and marched out of sight. He heard the wooden scrape of the dresser drawer and the inevitable string of profanities when it stuck. Minutes ticked past before she came back into view, and when she did he couldn't help but sit up and goggle. An underbust corset elevated her perky breasts toward divinity. Silk garters framed a finely trimmed patch of golden hair, soaked with unfulfilled need. Her panties were balled up in one hand, and a roll of silk ribbon in the other.

"What did I say?" she demanded. Even with apple-red chees, she spoke like a queen. Sam rubbed his thighs together, the heat between them growing unbearable.

"I'm your bitch," he said meekly.

"Then spread 'em, bitch."

"Yes, ma'am."

Wrists and ankles were bound with ribbon and lashed to the bedpost, spreading Sam's cunt open wide for the world to see.

"You have such a pretty little pussy," Ash said, running her tongue up the length of his slit. Wracking his body with shivers. "I can't wait to break it in."

"A-are you going to claim my little clitty? Ma'am?"

"Hmm, I'd love to. But we have other business first" She gathered his clit between her fingers and gave it two or three powerful licks that made Sam writhe and moan. "First, you gotta pay for putting your fat dick anywhere but here." She ground her palm against her mound, gathering her juices and licking the hand clean with obscene delight. Laughing, she hefted a long, fleshy tube that set him squirming against his bonds.

Sam's pussy clenched tight with what he hoped was dread. The double-ended dildo was over a foot long, shaped into a pair of curving dicks joined by a single bulging scrotum. Thick enough to make the memory of his own cock seem disappointing and bulging with veins. His stomach knotted into a blend of emotions. Jealousy that that thing would be inside her when he couldn't be. Revulsion that she might put it inside himself. Fear of how it would hurt going in. And perhaps a touch of eagerness? He shook his head. He couldn't seriously want to know what it would feel like to get fucked with a cock, even a fake one. He was a man. A completely straight man. There was no way he was going to enjoy that. No way that he was even a little curious how it would feel to have that that thick shaft stretching his swollen pussy lips and filling up his cunt. He might have wondered a time or two what Ash felt when he pounded his cock into her G-spot over and over, gripping her lover with her sex as he laid claim to her body. But there was no way in hell he actually wanted that for himself.

"Someone's eager." Ash's giggle tore his eyes open. "You're breathing so hard, babe. And from the way you're rolling those delicious hips of yours, you'd think I was already fucking you. That's so adorable." She crawled along his body, dragging her breasts along his skin until they were eye-to-eye and pressed nipple-to-nipple.

"That's what I like to see from my little bitch-girl. Are you ready, Sammie? You ready for mommy to fuck you with her big girl-cock?"

"Um," he said, stalling. "Is that the complimentary dildo from the box?"

"It is!" she gushed, sitting up to straddle his waist. "Do you think it's like the suit? I'm actually kinda scared that it is. But it'd also really turning on. What are you hoping for?"

"That you'll let me take off this suit and fuck you instead?"

"Oh, who asked you anyway?" She pinched his jaw open and gagged him with her panties, filling his nose with the scent of her arousal. "You're my bitch, remember? You're gonna take whatever I want to give you and you're gonna love it."

She brushed the lips of his pussy with its bulbous tip. Edging it into him until his body began to part for it, then snatching it back. Running up and down his length and prodding at his clit. Her tongue offered sweet adoration to his aching bud while the wayward prick teased his sensitive flesh. Always promising but never fulfilling. Then its tip pressed against his ass, and Sam's body grew rigid. Here was a line he wouldn't cross, he wanted to say, but her smoldering eyes froze his tongue. How much was anger and how much was lust? How far was she willing to take this? How would it feel going in? Why would he even question that it would be awful? Why won't she just fuck his pussy already? The flood of thoughts fell away with a shudder and a moan as the first end pressed into him. And when the second head was folded lengthwise into his pussy, his whole body writhed against his restraints.

"Mmm. Perfect," his wife said, giggling at his protests as she held the toy up. Making contended moans as she lapped up his pussy juices with long strokes of her talented tongue. Her perfect lips fit around the shaft and taking it deep into her throat. Sam's hips bucked, whining wordlessly as his wife lavished her attention on the dual-headed prick. Was he jealous of it, or of her?

She rose to her knees, a vixen grin stretched across her features as she gripped the dildo with both hands and began to grind on it until the whole length was slick with her arousal. Uncertainty flickered across her features as she lined it up with her snatch. Her breasts swelled as she drew in a breath and began to push. A whimper shifted into a moan as the swollen head cleared her pussy lips, moaning as the silicone balls slid home. Sam gasped in desperation as he watched her insert it. He wanted so bad to touch himself. His body felt like it was on fire, but the ribbons held and all he could do was hump the air.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" Ash writhed above him, just inches away. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her hips bucked and swayed, thrusting the free half of the dildo in and out between her hands with erotic desperation. White liquid bubbled from the tip, her ministrations smearing it all up and down the length of her the glistening new cock.

His eyes bulged. His mouth watered and his jaw quivered. The same emotions fought another round in his head. One by one, resistance submitted to lustful rationalization. It wasn't a real cock. This was magic, he was in a woman's body and it was his wife who would be doing the fucking. Just two consenting adults experimenting with their love. Nothing to be ashamed of. And they'd already gone to all this trouble. And it had such a beautiful shape, all glistening with cum. It would be a crime to waste even a drop of it.

Ash positioned herself between his legs. Closer and closer. His loins burned with the need of her. His thighs sticky with it. He stared transfixed upon her dick. So much bigger than his had ever been, and now he was about to lose his virginity to another cock. His wife's beautiful cock. He felt his pussy lips parting for his wife's member, tears springing to his eyes. Ash laughed wickedly as she dry humped him, her cock nestled tight between the folds of his entrance. He gave a muffled bark of outrage through the panties, but Ash smothered his objections into bliss by grinding all the harder.

"Not yet." Her voice was a barely contained whimper itself. "First you've got to convince me you want it. You're a big, tough manly dude, after all. Played college ball. Climbing the corporate ladder. Could a big shot like you really be happy getting stuffed full of cock?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Aren't you just the tiniest bit jealous? That your pretty little wifey's got a bigger dick than you? Aren't you supposed to be the man? Or do you like that I'm the bigger man, huh? You want to have your pussy plundered by your wife's huge, virile dick?"

"Mmm!"

"You sure? Because this cock's only someone willing to be my bitch. And I only fuck good girls. Have you been a good girl, Roxie?"

"Mmm-hmm!"

She slapped his ass. Lightning coursed through his pussy, arching his back.

"Liar. You're nothing but a dirty little whore!" Slap. "Fucking my sister." Slap.

"Fucking my man." Slap. "You're so mixed up, you don't even know what you are anymore." Slap "All you care about is fucking! A nasty animal in heat." Slap, slap.

"You fuck whatever nice piece of ass comes along. You bend over and beg to get fucked by any cock that wanders by!"

"Mmmm!!"

"You need discipline." Her face was scarlet and her voice trembled. "Yeah? You a real woman to show you how to behave. Don't ya?"

Another slap.

"Hmss!"

"So what's it gonna be? Are you ready for your punishment?"

"Hmm!"

"You'll be my bitch, huh? My plaything? My pet?"

"Hmss! Hmss! Hmss!"

"I can't hear you! Take that out, you cum-guzzling slut."

Sam sucked in fresh air as the underwear came away. She had stopped her grinding to lift his thighs and push the head of her cock against his pussy. His body writhed against the contact, voice gathering with ecstasy. He thought of Roxanne clenched around his cock, sinking her nails into his back as she screamed his name. The memory of his sister-in-law flooded his mind, threatening to drown him as he was forced to relive it from her end.

"Fuck me! Punish this slut!" he cried in Roxie's voice. "Make me yours. Punish my slutty cunt and fuck me!"

Ash howled her sister's name, slamming her cock to the hilt. Lightning struck his clit and tore through his nerves. Pure ecstasy wracked his body as he exploded all over her. His inner walls grasping her length like a steel trap, the alien sensation driving him as just as wild as the sound of her climaxing. He felt oblivion consume him as she pistoned in and out, again, again, again, until hot ropes of cum gushed inside of him. Buckets of it. Gallons. Filling his womb.

"Oh my god. Oh my god," he croaked. The same way Roxie had.

"Not done yet." Ash was bent over his thighs, gulping for air as spasms ran through her body. She began to stroke the nine-inch phallus rising out of her clit and her eyes began to shimmer, as if she were staring into divinity. "This thing is incredible. All that cum and I'm still as hard as fuck!"

Sam whimpered in approval, his wife's cum dribbling down his thighs. His head still reeled like a roller coaster ride, and he struggled to recall how many times he had orgasmed. But Ash gave him no chance to recover. She grabbed his hips and shoved it back in without warning. His eyes rolled back, reveling in the sensation of being filled. The way his pussy yielded to her intrusion, then desperately gripping as the shaft slid back, unwilling to depart. The fit of her cock was so snug it might have been made for his pussy alone, and radiating a warmth that threatened to overwhelm his senses. That made him pray it would. His body sung with her touch, every moan and whimper she extracted from him was a symphony. Every orgasm was like seeing the world in color for the first time after only being able to see in black and white. If women could feel this incredible why would they make time for anything else? Fuck, why would they tolerate anything less?

Pure pleasure arched his back as her cock pummeled the edge of his G-spot again and again. He tried rolling his hips to meet her, desperate for more direct contact. Ash understood, pushing his thighs wider as she adjusted her angle, her thrusts becoming more controlled as she struck the blessed spot head-on.

"Oh, god, yes, right there! Fuck me right there!"

Ash went wild. Flesh beat against flesh. She kissed his lips, licked his nipples, bit at his neck. Sweat and fluids permeated the air. She pounded him again and again and again until Sam felt more like an electrical outlet than a human being. His body writhed as orgasm after orgasm overwhelmed his sense of being. He could feel his lips forming words but his voice was distant. One such echo made Ash go rigid. Her strokes became longer and more erratic, until she thrust herself deep within, calling out her climax for all the world to hear. Gallons and gallons of cum seemed to flood his pussy, his vaginal muscles wringing every drop from his lover as he called her name in blissful agony.