Green and Shimmering

Terry was 56 years old, white and six feet tall but his thick limbs and torso made him look squat in pictures.

His forearms and thighs, expanded by years of physical labour on building sites, earned him the nickname Kong among friends. He shaved his head because it was easy despite a thick head of salt-and-pepper hair matching the thick spread across his face, chest and legs. His eyes were a cold steel-blue that made people docile when he met their gaze, though he rarely did so as he lumbered through daily life. He was not handsome and other than the blue diamonds affixed to it his face was rather plain.

His cock was as thick and long as a beer can, and as far as he was concerned it was his greatest asset. Although he had never really had a great love or any lasting relationships his cock had always provided company for him, overcoming his own shyness by its sheer visibility even when covered.

Today Terry sat naked and alone in a hotel armchair, staring at the landscape of his body lit by the white daylight filtering through net curtains. He was thinking about a girlfriend he had had in his twenties, she was a little younger and very adventurous in the bedroom. He tried to remember what she was like, but he couldn't. He wondered where she was now, what kind of man she was with and if she ever thought about him. What was he like?

He was waiting to meet a couple, something he did from time to time. Cuckolding they called it. Or swinging. The couple were in their early 30s, white, middle class and worked in some kind of creative field, though Terry never quite worked out what it was during their brief zoom call. The husband had been the only one to speak while the wife sat behind him reading a book, half hidden in the dim webcam graininess. They had discussed the meeting in almost business-like detail and had agreed on various props, code-words and this rather strange hotel as a setting. It was out in the sticks, near the sea but not so near that anyone would stay for a beach holiday. And it was mid-winter so the place was completely dead anyway. The room was plain, earthy smelling but nice and warm. The husband had been by already before Terry had arrived and left props on the bed; condoms, three sets of lingerie (lacey black, rubber white and a third set with metallic clips that was impossible to even make sense of), a small cat o' nine tails, three pre-rolled joints and a set of small nipple clips with pom poms that hung off of them. In the mini fridge there was a six-pack of beer and a large strawberry milkshake. Terry had no idea what this was for.

A knock at the door made him rise, the chair creaking under his weight. His thick, soft shaft swung gently as he approached and opened the door. Terry often had trouble looking at people's faces first, knowing how they might react to the intensity of his gaze, so the first thing he saw were her feet. Long, fine things that led to even finer thin ankles and pale milky legs. Around her thighs she grew a little thicker and small brown moles, like the first drops of rain in a still pond, contrasted and intensified this paleness. Her mound was thick, almost puffy and totally hairless, rolling seamlessly into her smooth flat tummy and shallow bellybutton. The barest hint of her ribs could be seen rising and falling with each breath beneath two perfect champagne-glass tits topped with pointed pink nipples.

After all of this his eyes met hers; two round pools of shimmering green. For a moment it was all he saw- not her small full lips or the two front teeth that ever so slightly peeked out. Not her neat, mousey brown bobbed hair. Not her miniature-aquiline nose which flared when she was excited, as she was now. Just the green sparkle of her eyes looking up at him. Then down. She gasped quietly.

Terry looked over her head; the husband stood behind her holding a grey and orange raincoat and a pair of black leather tabi shoes that she must have just been wearing. The husband smirked at him and then laid a gentle hand on her back to usher the wife inside. Terry moved back as the wife followed him in.

As the husband closed the door Terry looked down at his cock; it was hard already. He was surprised somehow, as if it had happened without his involvement. The wife looked back at her husband who only watched Terry. He nodded. She stepped forward and let the head of Terry's cock kiss her abdomen. He was already leaking pre-cum and it left a trail across her smooth skin. Terry's heart raced.

The husband passed her a condom and she ripped it open delicately before rolling it down Terry's thickening shaft. She looked up at him, his cool blue eyes dancing across her face as she lifted a leg, offering herself to him. He felt himself slipping across her cunny lips, but his gaze was fixed on her eyes. His cock slipped away so he started to crouch.

"No." the husband said "lift her."

Terry hooked an arm under her leg and lifted her up. The bell of his cock seemed to pop into her as they found alignment. He could feel her weightless body tensing up. She was too tight.

Terry paused and began to speak when- she kissed him tenderly on the lips. She smiled through her discomfort with tender permission. He began to push himself into her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lowered her forehead into his chest.

It felt almost sharp at first as he penetrated her, like a looped elastic band being pulled across his shaft. Then he began to feel her walls; it was like pushing through living silk. As he dug in deeper she seemed to give only just enough room for him to continue. It seemed to be taking everything she had. Suddenly she gave a stuttering gasp. Terry's cock pulsed.

"Don't stop" the husband instructed.

Terry kept going, lowering her until she landed on her tip toes and with only an inch of two of him left outside of her. She started to lick at his chest, lapping at his nipples and groaning quietly as Terry slowly slid himself in and out. Her juices flowed now, as did his. He felt the drool from her cunt dripping over his testicles, running down to his thighs.

He grunted and pushed himself in deeper, straightening his legs as much as he could without lifting her up again. She leaned away suddenly with a moan, her tits pointing straight up and her mouth agape. Tears were streaming from her eyes but her tongue flicked along her teeth almost hysterically. Terry looked down; they were both shining with sweat and slime and he could see his meat inside of her somehow; deforming her stomach as it invaded her. He felt insane even thinking this, but it's what he saw.

She took his hand starting to suck on one of his thick calloused thumbs. Terry was all the way inside of her now, he'd never felt a cunt like this. There was so much feeling in her, every wriggle and jerk and shiver vibrated through him. He felt as if he was holding her heart in his hand. He could feel her body living.

He took his thumb out of her mouth and dipped his thick tongue into her small mouth, she sucked it too, only stopping when he pushed in so deep it made her gag. Terry had no sense of the husband now, no sense of the room, only the feeling of her wrapped around his cock and tongue. He felt the sticky carpet on his knuckles, they were on the floor, his full weight on her.

"Daddy." she whispered.

Terry exploded.

He pushed his thickness so deep inside her then that the atoms between them seemed to fuse and as his cum flowed it seemed to trigger her body into ecstatic convulsions. As his high faded Terry felt her riding her own, twitching and carving herself up and down his still hard cock. He felt like they might melt into the carpet.

They lay on the ground for a moment as her orgasm faded and then Terry gently unlatched himself from her. He sat up and looked down at her; she was still perfect, covered in sweat with an oily reddened puffy knuckle of a pussy now. She still shivered but her smile was beatific, eyes closed, as if she was dreaming.

Terry looked to the husband who stood at the door still holding her coat and shoes; he was average height, average weight with brown short hair and wore a simple combination of sweater, jeans and trainers. His cock was stiff beneath his jeans. Like the wife there was something in his eyes; they were dark brown and filled with a kind of muted, devious humor. The husband put the coat and shoes on the floor.

"Sadie." he muttered.

At this Sadie rose to her feet and merrily picked up her clothes before taking them into the bathroom. The husband sat down and turned on the TV. Terry sat up, pulled of his condom and tossed it in the bin. He sat down on the bed for a moment and in his mind's eye saw her green eyes, sparkling out of the dark at him.

"Have you seen this show?" the husband asked without looking over, "it always gets me going. Pass me a joint mate eh?"