Chapter 17

The next morning at Echelon, Victor wasted no time with greetings. He took out the black measuring tape and knelt beside Kate. He cupped his hands around her ankle and then slowly slid his hands upward. He dragged his fingers along the lines of her calf, then over her knee. He flattened his hands as they passed over her thigh and settled the inner edge of his hand along the crease where her thigh met the seam of her black leotard. 

Kate held her breath when Victor dug his finger under the fabric and followed the line to her swollen pussy. She sucked in sharply when he split her folds and plunged it inside her. His finger was very large—much bigger than Michael's penis. She looked over at Michael—Victor had made her bring him. He looked both nervous and excited at the same time while sitting on the bench next to Ava as they both watched.

After what was probably only a minute or so, but felt like an eternity, Victor pulled his finger out, grabbed her waist, and spun her to face him. With both hands, he grabbed the crotch of the leotard and pulled hard until it ripped apart, exposing her freshly shaved pussy.

He spun her back around and bent her over. Kate didn't even notice, but he must have undressed while he was fingering her because his naked body was pushing up against her. His giant cock was shoved between her thighs, rubbing along the lips of her dripping pussy.

Victor grabbed his cock and positioned it at her opening, and he dug the head around until he found the hole and pressed in. Kate squealed as she felt his impossibly thick cock stretch her further than she'd ever been. Her eyes teared, and she looked over at Michael to see his reaction. 

He was standing next to the bench where he'd been sitting before. Katherine, the lady they had met the night before at the dinner party, was sitting in his spot next to Ava. Michael was now completely naked, and he was jerking off. He could barely grab his penis with two fingers due to its smallness. It looked like just a head with no shaft. She felt sick at the sight—and wetter at the same time.

Victor pushed in.

Kate's eyes rolled up in her head, and her mouth locked open as she tried to scream from the mix of pain and pleasure, but no sound came out. She was able to suck in some air as he pulled out before he pushed back in, deeper this time. Her whole body tensed, and she felt every muscle flex, as he penetrated her cervix.  

Victor pulled out again, and Kate turned her head to see Michael. She fought through her watery eyes and saw that Ava was now standing behind Michael, holding his penis. Katherine was laughing at how small it was.

Victor pushed back in.

This time, it was so deep it scared her. Victor's enormous cock wasn't stopping at Kate's womb. It climbed higher. Her legs were spread wide, locked straight. Her back was arched, and her arms were bracing her against the mirror of Suite One. She could see the smile on Victor's face in their reflection as she felt him penetrate deeper. 

He pulled back, giving her temporary respite, before plunging back in deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain and focus on the pleasure, when she felt his breath against her ear. "Take it," he said calmly, but firmly.

"Oh god!" she screamed. 

Victor pushed deeper with each stroke. Kate felt violation of her organs as the cock went higher. Her eyes watered over, and the tears flooded down her face. She gasped for air when she felt it pushing up her throat. The lights of Suite One blurred, and the walls began to spin. Ava stood with her arms folded, a smile on her face. Katherine was making out with another instructor, his hand on her ass. Michael was cumming. His knub rained sperm down onto the shiny hardwoods by his feet.

Kate's vision went white. The impossible pressure of Victor's cock filling her made her shudder. She tried to scream, but when she opened her mouth, the swollen head of Victor's cock filled it from behind—and then she jolted awake.

Her bedroom was dark and silent. The ceiling fan spun slowly above her. She felt the sheets cling to her—wet from her sweat. She remembered cumming hard, but was unsure if she'd only done it in her dream.

Kate felt a movement beside her. She glimpsed Michael's head jerk and his body freeze as she turned her head toward him. His head was facing the ceiling, his eyes closed, trying to feign sleep. She wasn't fooled. Her eyes traced his body down and found his fingers still wrapped around his cock, unable to release them without giving away his charade. It wasn't the tiny knub she saw in her dream, but it wasn't very big either.

Kate pulled off her sheet, sat up, and dragged her soakened nightshirt over her shoulders and into her lap. She kicked her legs over to the side of the bed and got up, pretending not to notice that she'd caught Michael masturbating while watching her have a sex dream.

She went to the bathroom, toweled off, and changed into dry bedclothes before returning to her room. She saw that Michael had rolled over to face his side of the bed. She slipped into her side and covered up.

She lay next to Michael, staring at the ceiling, and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes," she heard him whisper meekly.

Kate swallowed. "Good," she said and closed her eyes, but sleep would not come quickly. 

Behind her eyelids, images of Victor returned. Not the dream versions where he performed impossible feats, but the real version. Charismatic. Patient. Dominant. She remembered Michael sobbing after his first session, ashamed yet aroused. That contradiction terrified her. What would become of them if Victor kept pulling on those threads?

She rolled toward him, needing reassurance more than she wanted to admit. Her hand brushed his chest, and she breathed in his scent. She felt the familiar warmth of his body—the body she'd slept beside for decades. She loved this man—she always had, but she felt a growing distance from him. They needed to reconnect.

She pulled herself close and nestled next to his ear. "Did you finish?" she asked with a soft purr.

After a pause, he answered quietly, "No."

"Then let me help you."

Michael's heart leaped. He pulled her hand down to his erection. He turned his head to try to kiss her, but couldn't reach, so he shuffled around to face her. He put his hands on her cheeks and leaned in, kissing her urgently. Relief flooded his body as her offer confirmed she was still his. Their mouths met, frantic at first, and then steadier, settling into the rhythm that belonged to only them.

Kate pulled away from the kiss and asked, "Don't we need to talk about what happened tonight?"

"Tomorrow," Michael responded with authority, then kissed her neck and then her breasts. 

He took each erect nipple into his mouth and bit down on it with his lip-covered teeth, eliciting the moan he'd always been able to get from that move. No one knew her body like he did.

He pushed down further, clearing the sheets away as he moved. He parted Kate's knees with his hands and kissed up along her inner thighs until he reached her hairy snatch. He always loved her pubic hair. 

For a moment, he wondered if she would shave for Victor like he did, but he dismissed the thought and dove in.

Michael drew in deeply through his nose, capturing the smell of her pussy. It was strong from her orgasm—a confirmation he noted. He drove his arms under her legs, propping her knees over his shoulders, giving him full access. 

He placed his tongue at the bottom of her opening and dragged it up the slit. Kate bucked a little when he made contact with her clit. He cradled it with his tongue for a moment before sucking it into his mouth. 

His mind drifted to the many cuckolding porn scenes he'd watched where the husband cleaned the bull's cum from his wife's pussy with his tongue. The thought propelled him forward, and he doubled his efforts, licking and sucking her pussy in practiced devotion until he felt her heels dig into his back as she pulled his face into her.

She grabbed his head with both hands as her orgasm erupted. She held on for what seemed like minutes before releasing her grip, relaxing her whole body. It wasn't dominance or humiliation. It was love.

"That was wonderful!" she exclaimed in a joyous tone. "Now you."

Michael rolled over onto his back, and Kate went to work on him. He wasn't hard anymore, so she could only grab it with two fingers as she sucked his tiny, flaccid penis into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the head, trying to coax it back to an erection. She sucked and kneaded it with her tongue until it was stiff and ready to go.

Kate pulled her mouth off of him, swung her leg over, and mounted his now fully erect cock. She slammed down, taking his full length with little effort. 

Michael looked up at her as she began rhythmically bouncing on his cock. For once, he wasn't thinking about Victor, bulls, or shame—only her. Kate saw it, and her heart ached with love.

She leaned hard on her hands, making her C-cup tits swing low, grazing his chest with each stroke. He cupped her breasts in his hands, dragging his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.

He looked up, catching her eyes, and smiled.

Kate looked down at him, returning the smile, and said, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," he mouthed.

"Huh?" Kate said with a smile.

"I love you, too," he said audibly.

Kate sped up her pace. "I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

Michael felt his groin tighten. He was close. 

"I la-love you, te-too," he managed to stammer.

Kate was at a full gallop now as she sang, "I CAN'T HEAR YOOOOU!"

"Oh ga ga god," Michael studdered as his body convulsed into a hard orgasm.

Kate slowed to a gentle pace and then came to a stop. She looked down at him and smiled broadly. 

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"Yes!" he answered enthusiastically, almost out of breath.

"Good," she responded, completing the mimicry of the earlier exchange. 

She collapsed onto his chest, and he enveloped her in his arms. "I love you, too," he whispered in her ear, and for a fleeting moment, their fear subsided.

But as their breathing slowed, it crept back in. Kate clung tighter to Michael, hoping their love would be enough to withstand what Echelon had already done.