Thanks To The Wind update

“I love you so much, baby,” Jennifer cooed. “And I love your cock in my ass so much—it fucking belongs there, si, siiii, I’m a good little ass-fuck, aren’t I? I’m where this big dick should always be!”

With a grunt of relief, Grant was inside her. His weighty knob popped inside her sphincter like it was meant to be there; her anus clamped down just past the bellend.

Jennifer teared up, babbling as she was overwhelmed with lust. “Show me, baby, show me why I’m your anal whore, why you get to fuck me when I should be downstairs opening wedding presents, yes, fuck, it’s in my ass! Oh baby, baby, baby, I can’t believe I’m going to get fucked this good for the rest of my life!”

Her anal muscles relaxed, letting in his thick shaft. It hurt almost like the first time, when she thought she’d never be able to walk again. But now the pain was an old friend. She loved it and the pleasure it brought with it.

“Am I hurting you?” Grant asked, though he sounded supremely unconcerned. He knew her answer.

“Yeah, baby, yeah, it fucking hurts, but it’s worth it! Ooohh! Only way it couldn’t hurt is if you didn’t have a big dick and I love big dicks, baby, I love ‘em so much, especially yours, especially in my ass!”

Grant had achieved his goal. He’d teased her, made her admit how much she loved it—not that it ever took much to get Jennifer to do that. Something about having his cock inside her made her brag about what a whore she was, love telling him how much she was enjoying herself.

She got off on it so much that Grant wondered if she wasn’t an exhibitionist. Someone who would come even harder if she were allowed to tell some of her countless fans that her world-famous ass actually was put to the use so many men knew it was perfect for.

Now Grant really started fucking her. His prick surged in and out of her anal passage, pile-driving thrusts bottoming out against her fat ass and shaking it hard with all the fucking he put into it. Jennifer moved her body with him, arching her back to meet his pounding. Not that there was much she could do to reciprocate how hard he was fucking her. His drives invariably pinned her down and held her down until all of his cock had forced its way into her bowels.

Grant moved his hand to her sex and rhythmically petted it, only needing a little rubbing to stimulate her aroused flesh and make it share in the glorious torment her ass was receiving.

“Bet you wish you could put this in a music video,” he murmured. “Letting all your fans know how hard you get fucked, how good you come for your new husband. Come on, wifey, come real good for me. Show everyone that wants that ass why I get to have it.”

“Yes, papi, yes, papi, si!” Jennifer crooned, unable to muster up any will of her own when she was so full of Grant, so utterly his that there was no room for anything else. She could only be his cock holster then.

She swung her hips, spinning them around, making sure she felt from every angle how his raging erection had her split in two. Grant pulled out, leaving only his cockhead still inside to hold her gaping hole open. Then he plunged back in, filling her up so full that Jennifer couldn’t believe she’d ever been tight.

They swayed rhythmically, their bodies clapping wetly together. Jennifer felt ecstasy course through her; Grant only fucked her harder. Stroking her pussy as if his hand were riding its orgasmic convulsions.

Jennifer felt her asshole clench down on his cock and knew it must feel like her rioting anal muscles were milking his cum out of him. And he would probably give her his cum, spurt and spurt until he’d soothed away all the friction of pounding her ass.

He kept going for several more minutes: spearing her with his stiff member, still fingering her pussy and getting her off.

“Fuck my ass!” she shrieked. “Fuck my ass!”

Then he went into a frenzy, sure he had her asshole so worn out that he could fuck it without worrying about the pain. Grant grunted deep in his throat as a flood of cum burned out of his balls and washed over her bowels. He kept thrusting his manhood in and out of her while his balls emptied.

He almost managed to keep it up until the last bolt of ejaculation, but his body gave out and Grant collapsed against her back, holding her tight while he fed the dregs of his emission up her ass.

“God, baby, you’re incredible…” Jennifer breathed as she reached back to feel even more of the man spooning her with his cock in her ass. “How the hell did I find a guy who’s hung like a horse and can last a couple hours inside me?”

Grant chuckled weakly. “How’d I find a woman with an ass like yours? It’s fucking amazing… I guess we both got lucky.”

“Yeah… imagine if you were some pencil dick? Couldn’t fuck my ass with no little widget. You’d just have to fuck my pussy.”

“How terrible,” Grant said ironically, kissing the back of her neck. “But you gotta stop talking about your ass, baby, Christ, you’re gonna get me all hot again. Don’t know how the fuck I’m gonna make it through the ceremony, knowing how much cum I put in that ass…”

“Ooh baby, smack my ass one last time… I need to catch my breath, but I can’t relax unless you let me know it’s yours, one last time papi…”

***

The slap echoed through the room, but Jenna was beyond hearing it.

Stumbling onto the sex, watching them, she’d kept thinking it was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But Grant just kept fucking her and fucking her. The ecstasy Jennifer was in, the sheer roughness of the sex, Grant’s own zealous enjoyment of what he was doing to the woman he loved… it pounded on Jenna’s senses like all the hammers in a hardware store.

At first, she couldn’t stop watching.

Then, she started getting hot.

Then—wrong, it was so wrong—she had to touch herself.

She didn’t have a choice. They just kept doing it and it was so dirty and nasty and looked so much fun, God, Jennifer even said how much she loved it.

Jenna wished she could’ve come with them, but her orgasm proved elusive. After all, no one was fucking her, no one was touching her, she had to do everything all by herself. But their orgasm… their latest orgasm… did push her past a limit.

She slipped a finger down between her asscheeks. Her anus sizzled red-hot against her fingertip. Slowly, she worked her finger against it, lubricated with the wetness from where her other hand played over her cunt.

Jenna wasn’t listening to the newlyweds. It didn’t matter that they’d stopped. She was still inundated with the dirtiness of what they’d done. The memories were so vivid, filling her up, as impossible to resist as Grant’s cock inside of Jennifer’s ass…

Suddenly, her own sphincter seemed to open and her finger disappeared inside it, sucked in as if by a mouth, and her orgasm was no longer a frustration, it was impossible to deny.

“OH GOD YES!” she cried, completely forgetting her surroundings. All that mattered to her was pleasure, pleasure that demanded expression, that filled up her body and sung with it for moment after moment. A crescendo that she wished would never end.

Then she came back to herself.

She realized what she’d done.

She realized that they must’ve heard.

There was nothing else for it. Jenna stepped into the open, shutting the door behind her—preventing anyone else from eavesdropping as she’d been doing.

“Hi,” she said to them, immediately biting her lip in embarrassment.

***

Jennifer had met Jenna a few times before. She seemed the archetypal Promising Young Woman. A consummate professional on the set, a sunny little girl when she wasn’t working… and now, completely unrecognizable. Sweaty and flushed, with her dark hair mussed up all around her pretty-perfect face, and her big limpid eyes still wearing the desperation Jennifer well knew.

She’d come because she’d just had to come, the same as Jennifer. And as embarrassed as Jennifer was, she was also a bit too cock-drunk to be really scandalized. They’d both had one hell of an orgasm; what was the harm in that?

Jennifer smiled reassuringly, telling Jenna wordlessly that she wouldn’t be giving the younger woman any sort of ‘you’ll never work in this town again’ kind of treatment. “So, how was it for you?”

“Me?” Jenna exclaimed, forgetting all guilt herself in a rush of youthful exuberance. Young and multiorgasmic, she was still wracked with the naughty, taboo nature of what she’d done and witnessed. “Me? I came. Who cares about that? How was he? Did you really come? Dios mio, of course you came! I can just tell you came. Was it really that good, huh? Huh-huh-huh? Didn’t it hurt? It had to hurt, if he’s that big, or is he not really that big and that’s why it didn’t hurt…”

Jennifer nuzzled her head over against Grant’s cheek. “You wanna show her, baby? It still feels plenty big to me…”

“I’m gonna have a heart attack. Tell her to take your word for it. You’re her idol. She’ll believe you.”

Jennifer grinned at Jenna. “He’s huge. And it hurts like hell. But… shit, do I need to tell you? You watched. Just because I’m telling you how big he is and how much it hurts getting fucked in the ass, does that do anything to change your mind? Or do you wanna get ass-fucked next chance you get?”

Jenna could only stammer, unable to believe she was having this conversation, that she was saying anything or hearing what Jennifer was telling her. “I don’t… wanna get ass-fucked… not next chance I get… maybe with the right guy…”

Jennifer reached back to pat Grant’s haunches. “Well, good luck with that. It took me a long time to find the right guy. I hope I have, but hell, look how many times I’ve been married.”

“You have,” Grant assured her. “You even think about getting a divorce, I’ll just fuck you in the ass again. Like hitting the factory-reset. You go right back to liking all my dumb stories.”

Jennifer sniffed and eyed Jenna. “Poor boy doesn’t know. Jenna, wouldn’t you pretend to like his dumb stories if it meant you got fucked up the ass like I just did?”

“Oh yes, uh-huh,” Jenna said immediately. “I’d do anything to enjoy that big cock the way you did.”

“You saw my man’s cock?”

“Uh-huh,” Jenna breathed. “When he pulled it out and put it back in… I thought you were pranking me. Like it was a magic trick. I thought he couldn’t really be putting all that inside of you. But I guess he was. Is there really that much space inside you? Or do you have to stretch? How much do you stretch? You must stretch a lot; there’s no way there’s enough room normally, no way.”

All this talk about big cocks was making Jenna horny. And, moreover, curious. She’d always been fascinated by sex, although never really having the courage or opportunity to do much with it. Now that her career was picking up, she knew she had to strike while the iron was hot, so for the most part she put sex out of her mind and focused on work. Not indulging in the fascination that skyrocketed as she was turned into a sex object in print, sent countless scripts full of steamy fantasies, and photographed in obscene positions and sultry costumes guaranteed to set the internet on fire.

But now, faced with the real thing, she felt like a recovering alcoholic that’d taken a shot of top-shelf gin. How could she be at all calm or cool when she’d seen what that monster of a cock had done to a woman as strong as Jennifer Lopez? Just the thought of it before her, touching her, inside her had Jenna feeling lightheaded.

Jennifer reached out and Jenna gasped, irrationally thinking Jennifer was going to touch her, even though she was far out of reach. Instead, Jennifer petted the silk sheets at the foot of the bed. Closer to Jenna than she was, but Jenna could only imagine how it felt to be touched by those stroking fingers.

“Is someone getting a little hot? Tell me, was it the movie or the director’s commentary?”

“I don’t know,” Jenna panted, feeling her nipples stiffen under Jennifer’s watchful gaze. “I shouldn’t have watched, I know that, but now that I have—”

“Why shouldn’t you have?” Jennifer asked, running her fingers along the bedspread so sensuously that Jenna had to imagine her own bare flesh under that hand… “Didn’t you like the show?”

“I… I…”

“Grant, you wanna fuck her? While I watch?”

“Seems fair,” Grant replied.

Jenna’s mouth felt very dry. “But… he’s your husband!”

“Oh, I’m sure the paperwork hasn’t gone through just yet. How about it, Jenna? Wanna see if you can take being taken like J-Lo?”

“Why leave it up to her?” Grant asked, bounding to his feet. All Jennifer’s talk of a threesome had naturally led to a second wind.

Jenna gawked at his returning erection as he stepped towards her. She went right back to wondering if it wasn’t a magic trick—how it could be at all possible that so much blunt flesh had worked its way into a space as small and tiny and tight as what had to be between Jennifer’s cheeks?

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Grant asked Jenna. “Invading our privacy. Sneaking a peek at what we do in the dark. It seems like a fitting punishment that you be part of the show you enjoyed so much.”

“But only if she takes it up the ass,” Jennifer cooed. “I wanna see that look on her face for the first time. Know that whenever she sits on that sweet culo, a little part of her is thinking about the first guy to ever teach her what it was for.”

“I’ve… never done any of that before,” Jenna admitted, in a shrill whisper.

“That’s the idea,” Grant said, looming over her.

And Jennifer was coming to join him. Her perfect body poetry in motion, bounding and jiggling with every step, making Jenna feel faint and a little inadequate. Young as she was, she didn’t feel at all as attractive as this middle-aged woman… those full breasts… that luscious ass… and she didn’t know in the slightest if she could take being fucked as much as Jennifer had.