Fantasising About Emma - Donor Ch. 12

I hold Emma close and kiss her, sucking on her pierced tongue until we're both breathless.

"I want the brothers to fuck me together," she pants.

I groan and I run my hands down her body, loving the way the corset makes her slim waist even tinier and her beautiful cleavage even bigger.

"That would be so hot -- to have two brothers fucking me at the same time."

I drop a hand to her bare bottom and feel my way beneath a suspender, stroking the soft skin; then I lift her leather-clad leg and she wraps it around me, her high-heel urging me from behind to mash my hard dick into her flat stomach.

She leans close to my ear. "I want both of their black dicks in my pussy at the same time."

We buck into each other. I revel in the feeling of her rubbing her latex-covered crotch on my thigh, and lean in to kiss her again, but she spins out of my grasp and pushes her butt back into me.

My arms wrap around her again as she presses her perfect arse against my trouser tent; I embrace her from behind and paw at her breasts through the corset.

"I want them to cum in my cunt together," she sighs.

I find the bump of her pierced clit through her latex thong, and pinch. She shudders and moans.

"If I'm not allowed in your pussy yet, can I fuck your arse?" I plead.

"God yes."

And, with the worst timing in the world, the keyboardist appears in front of Emma, grinning. "He's taking a quick break. Come on."

Reluctantly, I untangle myself from my wife. She holds my hand, interlocking our fingers, as we follow the keyboardist through the throng, past the stage. We both notice the new guy at the decks, and he looks startlingly familiar.

"Who's that on stage now?" Emma asks the keyboardist, who holds a door open for us.

"That's my younger brother," the keyboardist says as we step outside into a dark, dirty alley. The DJ is casually leant against a wall, smoking. An ugly, filthy tramp is curled up on the floor some 10 feet away; he watches us cautiously, probably worried he's going to get chased off.

"You've got another brother? How come he doesn't get a go too?" Emma winks.

"'Cos he's a fucking pussy," the DJ growls. "A fucking slacker student. I can barely trust him to look after the decks, so let's get to business before he fucks everything up."

He strides to Emma and, without pause, rips the top of her corset open. She seems as surprised as I am as her pierced tits bounce free, the silver rings glinting in what little light there is. Roughly, his big hands grab and knead at her perfect orbs.

"You're right," he mutters to the keyboardist; then sneers into Emma's face: "Your tits are fucking tiny, bitch. Good job the rest of your body is ok."

He spins her around, inspecting her butt, and gives it a sharp slap. Emma squeels. Then another, harder.

"Y'see, this is alright," he says as he rips her thong off and crudely scrunches her butt cheeks. Another slap. "But your tits almost ruin it."

He stuffs two fingers into her wet muff, and she gasps at the mauling.

"Tight enough, I s'pose. And you're fucking ready, aren't you?" he asks.

Emma seems a little taken aback. She's not used to people not going crazy for her.

She makes a grab for his crotch, and her eyes widen. "Please...?"

"Take it out, bitch," he orders.

Obediently, she gets down on her knees and unzips the DJ's jeans -- the bulge unfurls to an 11-inch beast, and it's not fully hard yet.

"Oh wow, it's gorgeous," Emma coos, and she takes the bulging head in her mouth, licking and slurping passionately.

"I'm gonna stretch your cunt so wide, you won't even feel your husband's prick when he finally gets to fuck you."

Movement to my side catches my eye -- the tramp is now watching intently. Who can blame him?

The DJ takes hold of Emma's head and begins fucking her throat like it's a pussy -- he's slamming into her. She gags and tears stream down her cheeks, but Emma puts her hands behind her back, wilfully submitting to the assault.

"You like that, bitch?" he grunts, and spits at her, hitting her on the forehead.

The DJ yanks her off his pole and throws her to the ground. "What makes you think you deserve my dick?"

"Please," she begs, "please fuck my pretty pussy. I'm desperate for your big black dick."

"How desperate?" the DJ asks. I can see the malevolent cogs whirring.

"I'll do anything," Emma assures him, and I believe her.

"Will you fuck that homeless piece of shit?"

We all turn to the tramp, who looks even more surprised than the rest of us.

"Is that what you want?" Emma asks.

"Yeah," the DJ challenges.

Emma stands and totters over to the poor old hobo, whose luck has just changed in the most unbelievable way. Talk about being in the right place at the right time...

He looks almost scared of her as she reaches out and unclasps his trousers, releasing his 6-inch semi. Emma strokes it a couple of times.

"Blow him," the keyboardist tells her.

The tramp is stunned as Emma buries her cute face in his crusty crotch, engulfing his prick in her hot mouth. She bobs her head diligently.

The brothers high-five.

"Rim the fucker," the DJ directs.

Emma stops and stares at him.

"Problem?" the keyboardist asks.

Emma shakes her head; she tugs the tramp's trousers down, pushes his legs wide, and tentatively licks at his foul arsehole with her pierced tongue.

"Oh fuck," the tramp mutters.

"That's it. I want to see your tongue right up there," the DJ instructs.

Emma does as she's told, her lips forming a tight seal around his sphincter as her tongue plunges inside. I can barely believe it.

"What the hell did you marry this bitch for?" the DJ asks me. "Tiny tits, and she'd rather rim a tramp than fuck you? She rich or something?"

I open my mouth to protest, but Emma glares at him. "You can say or do what you like with me, but you respect my husband. I'm only doing this because he lets me."

"Yeah, whatever bitch. Let's get a hurry on. Get on all fours and let the hobo have his way with you."

Emma's patience appears to be wavering, but she does as she's told and even wiggles her butt enticingly as the tramp kneels behind her and hurriedly sinks his cock into her delicious pussy.

They both moan; the tramp goes straight to top gear and hammers into Emma for all he's worth. I don't know how long it's been for him, but he's clearly not going to waste the opportunity.

"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna last long," he warns.

"That's ok, nor am I," she pants between thrusts, and reaches below her to rub her pierced nub.

"Oh God," he grunts, and pushes deep into her as he cums. Again, I'm a little surprised as Emma orgasms too, but it's only a little one -- she barely squirts at all, and still has her wits about her as the DJ kicks off:

"Why d'you let him spunk in you? For fuck's sake. Cuck, clean it out for me."

"No," says Emma as she disengages. I stand still.

The DJ moves aggressively to me. "I need to spell it out for you? Lick. Her. Cunt. Clean."

"Hey!" Emma's mad now. "I said you've gotta show him respect. Now apologise."

He laughs. "Fuck that!"

"Fine," Emma says. "We're leaving."

She straightens her outfit as best she can (difficult with the clasps on the front of her corset broken, and her thong lying in tatters on the floor), takes my hand, and pulls me to the door.

"I don't think so," the DJ thunders, grabbing Emma's arm. "I'm getting my pussy whether you like it or not."

He slams Emma against the wall and pins her against it, pressing his body into her.

He forces her legs open and...

A knife appears at his throat.

The tramp.

"Go!" he urges us.

Emma slips away from the DJ and heads for the door.

The keyboardist blocks our way.

"Let them go or I slice your brother," the tramp threatens. "Don't think I'm joking, I hate this fucker enough to do it anyway."

The keyboardist steps aside and we hurry back into the club; me leading the way, and Emma right behind... wait, where'd she go?!

She reappears with the youngest brother, the student, in tow. "Let's go!" she yells, and we all dash for the main exit.

***

I hug Emma to me in the back of the student's car as we speed away from the club. She has my jacket wrapped around her, but is still shivering.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

She takes my hand and places it between her legs. Her bare pussy is dripping wet.

"Feel that?" she asks. "That's at the idea of getting raped. What's wrong with me?"

Her eyes fill with tears as she curls up into me. I hold her close and stroke her hair, comforting her.

"There's nothing wrong with you," I tell her. "You wanted to fuck him -- that was obvious from the second you saw him."

"No I didn't..."

"Yes you did," I cut her off. "I know you did. You fucked a tramp so that he'd fuck you! And the fact you didn't, to defend my honour... I could not feel more loved right now."

She looks up at me and smiles. "I do love you," she says, and kisses me.

"Er, sorry to interrupt, but..." the student says.

I hadn't noticed, but we've stopped in a quiet car park by the beach.

"What do you want to do now?" I ask Emma.

"Keep my promises."

She shrugs off my jacket and gets out of the car -- a little puzzled, the student and I follow. Emma catwalks around the car, her pierced nipples and pussy on display for anyone to see.

"I never said which brother I'd fuck," she grins naughtily as she drapes herself over the student. "What do you say? Would you like my married pussy?"

"Er... I... um..." he stutters.

"What's the matter?" she purrs. "I'll let you cum anywhere you like."

He whispers something in Emma's ear. Her demeanour swiftly turns from wanton slut to caring lover:

"Sweetie, will you let me be your first?"

He's a virgin?!

He still seems unsure.

"Why don't you suck on my tits while you decide?" she says, and gently pulls his head down to her chest.

Hesitantly, he licks at the ring in her nipple; then sucks the whole thing into his mouth. It doesn't take long until he's ravishing her breasts, his hands and tongue all over her.

Emma throws her head back, loving the sensation. Her hand snakes between them, reaching for his cock.

He freezes. "What if someone sees?" he mumbles.

Emma leads him round to the other side of the car, so that it blocks the view to the road.

She gives him a little kiss. "Now, do you want me to ride you, or do you want to fuck me?"

He shrugs, still shy and nervous -- maybe worried that saying the wrong thing will wake Emma up or something.

Emma gets down on all fours, facing the ocean, and sticks her butt in the air. "How about like this?"

God, she looks good.

Cautiously, he removes his dick from his pants. It's 10-inches long, and thick.

Emma smiles. "It's beautiful. It really is." She spreads her labia with her fingers. "C'mon, give me the honour. Fill my pretty pussy with your big black virgin dick."

He gets to his knees behind her and aims at her dripping slit. Somewhat clumsily, he struggles to push it inside.

"Don't worry," Emma coos. "It's difficult to fit such a big dick in such a tiny hole. Let me help."

She takes hold of his snake and pushes herself back onto the first couple of inches. They both gasp, then groan.

Emma looks back over her shoulder at him. "Congratulations, you are officially no longer a virgin!"

He just stares down at her hole stretching around his pole. Emma leans back, and another few inches disappear inside her.

"Oh God, you feel incredible," Emma sighs. "Now come on, fuck me."

He slowly eases backwards, and then forwards. Emma attempts to encourage him by matching his thrusts, and trying to go a little quicker, but he's still tentative.

"Grab my hips," she instructs, "and give it to me hard and fast. You won't break me."

He still looks unsure as he takes hold of her, but Emma gives him a nod of reassurance. He gives one hard thrust forward -- Emma yelps in pleasure.

"Yes! That's it."

He does it again; and again, his dick sinking a little further into her each time.

"Yes! Oh God, yes! Keep doing that!"

"Oh no," he grunts, and pulls out, spewing his load all over Emma's bum and halfway up the back of her corset.

I see frustration flash across Emma's face, but she quickly hides it.

"I'm sorry," the student apologises, "I couldn't... it happened so fast, caught me by surprise..."

"It's ok, sweetie" Emma soothes. "It happens to everyone, especially on their first time. You are going to make a lot of girls very happy around here, believe me."

He smiles awkwardly as he hurriedly struggles to stuff his dick back in his pants.

Emma stands, absentmindedly massaging the semen into her skin. "We're going to stay here for a bit," she says, taking my hand.

The student takes the hint, relieved to be given an exit. He thanks us both again, jumps into his car, and speeds off.

"I know people say you never forget your first time, but he'll definitely remember that," I tease.

Emma giggles. "He'd better!"

"Sooo," I wrap an arm around her. "Now you've had five pricks in you since we got married."

"Yes, I have," she grins.

"And none of them have been mine."

She grins again. "No, they haven't."

"Y'know, our wedding was about a hundred yards over there?"

"Why d'you think I said we'd stay?"

We kiss, and wander onto the beach.

When we reach the spot, I lay my jacket down on the sand like a blanket.

"What a gentleman," Emma giggles as she lowers her pert bottom onto it and spreads her legs invitingly. "Would my husband please make love to his wife now?"

I lie on top of her and we make out, taking my time, enjoying finally having her all to myself. Much as I enjoy sharing her, these moments are the most special.

I unleash my rock hard rod and tease her pierced clit with it.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you too," I reply. "More than I know how to say. You are my everything."

I slide into her and we both moan; and kiss; and we make sweet and tender love together.

"Y'know, I've fucked nearly as many different guys these last few days as I fucked the whole of my life before this week," she grins. "I'm so lucky to have someone like you who'll let me do it."

"You can be as nasty as you like," I tell her, "as long as you come home to me."

"Careful," she warns with a smile. "You don't know how nasty I might get!"

I groan and buck into her, harder. "Did you really want both brothers in your pussy?" I ask.

She grins wickedly. "Yeah, but I don't think they'd have both fit."

"No. You'll just have to find some brothers with more normal dicks."

"Hmm... there's a pair of twins in my class at school."

"Oh fuck," I mutter, and thrust into her harder. She begins rubbing her pierced clit. "You've got a thing for brothers?"

"Yes."

"What about your brother? Have you got a thing for him too?"

"Oh God."

She humps up into me; I pound into her as hard as I can, my balls bubbling.

"Do you want to fuck him? Do you want to fuck your brother?" I ask urgently.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want to fuck my brother."

"Promise me you will. Promise me you'll fuck him."

"I PROMISE I'LL FUCK MY BROTHER!"

I bury myself inside her as we orgasm together; my ejaculate unloading deep into her, as her's soaks me. I kiss her, and we make out as the magical waves pass through us. The now-familiar feeling of her body vibrating against mine is heavenly, and I hold her tight until her beautiful grey-blue eyes re-open, and she beams at me.

"You're the best," she says, staring into my eyes. "No matter what I say when I'm fucking anyone else, no-one makes me feel like you do."

"I love you," I say, and kiss her. "You know I'm gonna hold you to that, right? Your promise?" I teasingly ask.

She nods and smiles, and kisses me.

"I'll do anything for you."

If this is what wedded life is going to be like, I can't wait. It's gonna be bliss. Hot, sexy bliss.