Page 54 of Blowing Off Steam

“Oh, damnation,” Field sighed, giving Calliope a few short jabs. A great shudder traveled up his spine, tightening his balls, to be seated inside his beloved like that.

“Field!” she reminded him sharply. Her head hung down loosely, and a fine tremor went up the back of her legs, vibrating Field’s cock. “You’re being remiss!”

Field tried to concentrate on diddling her button, but he was being assaulted by sensations from all angles. Calliope’s inner cunt clutched and squeezed his prick every time he stroked her clitoris, the virginal lace of her veil slung back over her bare shoulder. The rain picked up now, pattering loudly against the texas’s roof—they had chosen a stateroom that wasn’t directly over the engine room or under the pilothouse. Rain always made him feel safe, loved, and secure. Although the storms had wreaked destruction in Sacramento, it was a force of nature that surrounded him with primitive, protective warmth.

And the hot, greasy tip of Rushy’s prick was pressed urgently against his anus.

“Now.” Rushy whispered in his ear, almost evilly. His giant mushroom cockhead breached the rigid anal ring, and Rushy gasped as a shudder wracked his body. He regained his depraved composure, though. Rushy’s hands, now free, slid up Field’s torso to pinch his nipples. “You’re going to know what it feels like to be speared by this massive bull’s pizzle. That’s it, relax. Take me.” Rushy slapped his ass, and Calliope gasped, apparently able to feel the vibration through her inner cunt. Rushy nudged his penis another inch inside Field. “Take me, Field,” Rushy growled into his ear. “Take my big, hulking cock up your ass. Land’s sake, you’ve got a delectable ass.” Slap. “Juicy.” Slap. “Delicious.” Slap.

Before Field was even aware, Rushy was nearly completely inside his bum. The fullness of the big tool sent jism surging through his own cock, almost exploding out the tip inside the squeezing carnivorous flower of Calliope’s cunt. Rushy proceeded to jiggle his hips with an apparent aim to tickling the inner sensitive spot Field himself had found inside Rushy’s channel, and Field realized he was holding his breath, waiting for it.

“Field!” Calliope gasped in exasperation. “I know he’s fucking the stuffing out of you, but you’re neglecting your duties!”

Oh, dear Lord! Here he was on his wedding day, fucking his bride, and all he could think was I’m being cleaved stem to stern by this massive penis. Renewing his efforts toying with Calliope’s clitoris, he put his all into it. Swinging his hips in wild abandoned arcs as though he tried to buck Rushy off, he pounded Calliope’s pussy so vigorously his balls made loud slapping sounds against her squishy labia.

He diddled her as though his life depended on it, and her response was gratifying. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she yelped in time to his thrusts. She devolved into mindless gibberish or perhaps another language. In the mirror, Field saw her face twisted into paroxysms of various emotions—he saw ecstasy, bliss, fear, surprise, all sweeping across her flawless countenance in rapid succession. He sped up his ministrations to her knob, and her abundant breasts nearly burst the bodice of her gown as she returned his thrusts, swiveling her hips with careless wantonness.

Rushy must have taken this cue, for he stabbed Field with longer strokes. Field saw Rushy, too, in the mirror. The beautiful sinews of his hips moving under the skin as he rapidly hammered his ass. The curtain of sandy hair flopping over his eyes, his nostrils flaring in his intense concentration.

“My love,” Field gasped. Then was unsure to whom he was referring.

It didn’t matter. He could tell Calliope was close to orgasm by the way her face suddenly stilled, her eyeballs flickering under their closed lids.

When her face froze into the most aghast expression of all, Field knew he had her. Her inner cunt clamped down around his prick as he drove it in. He exploded in such an encompassing convulsion of sheer pleasure he forgot to breathe. Calliope’s pussy milked him with an endless roll of spasms that so constricted his cock he imagined all the blood’s circulation would be cut off.

Rushy chose this nitwitted, unthinking juncture to drive his meat into Field’s ass, spewing the most obscene filth imaginable. “That’s it, Field. Take my cock. Take me like a man. You love it. I know you love it. You love being fucked by a big, long, fat cock like this. You’re wild for my massive tool. Take it, oh God, take it!”

Rushy erupted so violently, Field was driven even farther inside Calliope. He clutched her torso to his as Rushy flooded his ass with hot semen, each twitch and burst of his enormous penis making Field gasp and shiver with pleasure.

“Oh, holy Mary,” Calliope panted. “You two will be the death of me.”

And Field relaxed then, all the angst and anxiety stripped from him in one big guffaw. He drew Calliope’s torso up so he could speak against her ear, his breath ragged. “Mrs. Trueworthy. I love you, do you know that?”

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Calliope thought she was going to die.

She could see where a girl could die in the throes of orgasm. Or should she say triple orgasm? She heaved and pitched like her entire body was a ship during a storm, wracked with tremors and spasms that clutched at Field’s admirable prick. How he could coordinate his fingers and penis at the same time was beyond her—especially with Rushy’s enormous prick up his ass.

Gasping for the tiniest shred of breath, her orgasm drove all sensation into her cunt. Watching Rushy in the mirror fucking her husband up the ass only aroused her to greater heights, and when Rushy’s torrential orgasm flooded Field’s ass, it was as though she was being filled all over again. It took many long moments for the twinges to subside, and Field’s fingers toying with her clitoris became almost painful.

“Mrs. Trueworthy,” Field murmured against her ear. “I love you, do you know that?”

Calliope couldn’t help but giggle as she pushed his hand away from her pussy. “I think I get the idea,” she admitted.

Shoving herself off the washstand, she stumbled the few steps to the bunk and collapsed in a sitting position, panting. “Oh, dear Lord. I’ve got to take this sponge out.”

When she looked up, the two men were still engaged like dogs humping, unable to separate. What a glorious sight, two muscular men locked together like that in such frenzied rapture, Field’s flagging penis visibly pulsating as it bobbed in the air.

Rushy leaped to attention when she mentioned the sponge. In a flash he was on his knees between her thighs, the skirts of her gown still cinched in her sash. “Let me do it,” he said eagerly.

“Why would you want to—oh, my!”

As Field flopped down in the stateroom’s only chair and watched as though amused, Rushy dove into her muff, slathering and lapping, snorting hot breaths against her thighs.

At first Calliope recoiled. Her clitoris was way too sensitive right now to be licked. But after a few moments of hesitation, she began to relax into the tongue-lashing. He was certainly enthusiastic, and eager, and…Ah. The inner walls of her pussy shivered all over again, as though she had not just had the most whopping orgasm in the history of all memory!

What was going on? Rushy slathered away like a wild dog at the kill—feasting, she realized, on Field’s seed. She propped her heeled slippers against the bunk’s frame and touched his Adam’s apple as he gulped heartily. What a madman, not satiated even after coming in the ass he’d coveted for so long!