Chapter 164 Climax
"Real sex starts now," Nathan finally freed his hands, no longer needing to support himself. Katniss endured Nathan's thrusts in a standard split position. The sound of their bodies colliding and the friction of their fluids kept entering my ears, so close by.
Katniss had forgotten to moan, or perhaps she didn't want Nathan to know how lost she was in the moment. She temporarily stopped moaning, instead taking deep breaths as Nathan continued his movements. The scent from her mouth kept wafting through the curtains into my nose.
Nathan vigorously thrust his hips, making his penis move back and forth in Katniss's extremely wet vagina. Slowly, Katniss might have gotten tired. The hand that was originally holding onto Nathan's hips slowly retracted, eventually reaching down to support the ankle of the leg she raised, using her hand to maintain her position.
Nathan's hands were not idle. One hand caressed Katniss's breasts through her bra, while the other hand began to stroke Katniss's thighs clad in stockings. As Nathan continued to penetrate Katniss, he also observed the lower half of Katniss clad in garter stockings. His excited eyes revealed a newfound interest in stockings. It was only then that I realized Nathan had a stocking fetish. Although I also liked stockings, my interest was limited. I wasn't as obsessed with them as Nathan seemed to be. Perhaps Nathan had never realized this fetish before.
When Nathan couldn't resist leaning in to kiss and lick Katniss's thighs clad in stockings, Katniss couldn't help but moan loudly again. Nathan greedily kissed Katniss's thighs in stockings, leaving trails of saliva on them. Katniss held onto one thigh to maintain the split position and used the other hand to support herself on the windowsill for balance, while Nathan indulged in exploring Katniss's body.
Watching the two of them so close by, engaging in passionate intercourse, the feeling at that moment was incredibly real. The scene before my eyes was visually stunning. I tried to control my heartbeat and adjust my breathing. If the bedroom were quiet at that moment, I believe my heartbeat and breathing would be audible to others. Fortunately, the sounds of Nathan and Katniss's lovemaking covered everything. I couldn't help but gently grab the curtain to shield myself, in case Katniss opened her eyes and saw me behind the curtain. After all, she was facing me and so close to me.
Looking at Katniss's face, her excitedly furrowed brows, her tightly bitten lower lip, the familiar and crazy moans—all these familiar details seemed strangely unfamiliar to me. And Nathan, tonight he finally took the initiative while sober, once again forcing himself on Katniss. No, this couldn't be considered sober, as it was under the influence of alcohol, numbing and exciting.
Is there heartache? Definitely. But wasn't all of this not deliberately arranged by myself? If I didn't want to, I could have simply told Katniss I wasn't going on a business trip to stop it all. So, I must enjoy this painful and torturous feeling, as the reality of what had happened couldn't be denied. The only thing that could deceive me was the inner self I refused to acknowledge. Is there excitement? Definitely. My penis, hidden in my pants, had already started secreting pre-ejaculate from the urethral opening. I could feel my underwear getting damp, possibly leaving wet marks between my underwear and pants. It's just a pity that I couldn't take out my penis to comfort it; I could only let it continue to drool in my pants.
Watching Nathan and Katniss release their sexual desires, while I was behind the curtain enduring the inability to release mine, the contrasting pain was indescribable. I could only slowly move my other hand, gently rubbing my crotch through my pants, caressing and comforting my penis.
After a fierce thrust from Nathan, Katniss let out a loud moan. Tonight, no one would disturb them, so the two of them became more uninhibited. I believed Katniss's moan could travel far through the open door, into the night, but this was a secluded paradise. Even if the moans were heard, they would be masked by the rustling of the wind and the flowing river.
After the intense thrust, Nathan buried his entire penis deep inside Katniss's vagina and remained still. Did Nathan ejaculate? It had only been about five minutes since penetration, but due to Katniss's split position and the stimulation of the stockings, it was possible for Nathan to ejaculate so quickly. However, I was wrong. Observing Nathan's scrotum, I noticed it hadn't contracted, and Nathan's expression indicated he hadn't ejaculated.
After stopping, Nathan withdrew his hands and began to remove the remnants of Katniss's garter. However, Katniss's hands were supporting the windowsill and her thighs, blocking his actions. Nathan gently moved the garter back and forth, seemingly hinting at Katniss. Katniss didn't open her eyes but retracted both hands, using Nathan's deeply inserted penis to balance her body, then raised both hands straight up. This posture spoke volumes, and Nathan, excited, followed Katniss's raised arms and removed her garter, then tossed it onto the bed.
After Nathan removed Katniss's garter, Katniss's arms remained raised, not lowered. What was she planning to do? Before I could figure it out, Nathan understood her intentions. After removing the garter, Nathan reached behind Katniss, pinched the clasp of her bra, and gently squeezed it towards the center, unhooking Katniss's bra. After countless intimate encounters with Katniss, Nathan easily unhooked her bra.
It turned out that after Nathan removed Katniss's garter, Katniss maintained her position for Nathan to directly remove her bra. I didn't immediately understand, but Nathan did. They say the quickest way to a woman's heart is through her vagina, and this was proving to be true. Were Nathan and Katniss now spiritually connected? Watching all of this, my jealousy couldn't help but increase once again.
As Nathan removed Katniss's garter and bra, Katniss's 34D pure white breasts were finally exposed, standing firm and maintaining a perfect shape without any sagging. Nathan didn't resume thrusting or immediately touch Katniss's breasts. Instead, he excitedly lingered his eyes on Katniss's breasts and stockings, his excitement and infatuation growing stronger.
At this moment, Katniss's thighs on the ground began to tremble lightly. She was tired of standing, as she had been in a split position for five or six minutes, and the intense lovemaking had made her body weak. Sensing this, Nathan's eyes showed a hint of tenderness and concern. He slowly lowered the leg Katniss had raised, and the split position disappeared. Nathan supported Katniss's upper body with his hands, then helped her step away from the windowsill, adjusting her body to face him directly. Katniss cooperated immensely, and due to the thickness and length of Nathan's penis, it never slipped out of her vagina during the process.
Katniss adjusted her body, finally touching the ground with both feet. As Katniss's feet touched the ground, Nathan's body instantly pressed against hers. Katniss was pressed against the window, her cheek now turned to the side, allowing me to clearly see the curves of her side body behind the curtain—her erect breasts, slender waist, shapely hips, and the standard S-shaped curve.
With Katniss's buttocks against the windowsill, facing Nathan, Nathan's chest pressed firmly against Katniss's breasts, momentarily flattening them. Nathan felt the touch of Katniss's breasts against his chest, letting out a satisfied moan.
Nathan began thrusting again, engaging in face-to-face intercourse with Katniss standing. Thanks to the length of Nathan's penis, the position allowed them to move like they were waltzing while making love. Seeing this, I couldn't help but complain about the unfairness of fate. Why didn't I inherit Nathan's excellent genes in this aspect as his son?
Their abdomens continued to collide as Nathan embraced Katniss's back and slender waist, forcefully thrusting his hips forward. Katniss's hands held onto Nathan's arms but didn't embrace him. Katniss still hadn't opened her eyes, perhaps to fully experience this unparalleled lovemaking, or maybe she couldn't face Nathan, or perhaps she was shy and didn't want him to see her gaze.
"Katniss, look at me," Nathan caressed Katniss's buttocks and lower back, speaking as he thrust. He was putting in a lot of effort, but Katniss kept her eyes closed, making his experience less than perfect.
"Katniss, open your eyes and look at me." Despite hearing Nathan's words, Katniss still didn't open her eyes. Nathan, frustrated, continued thrusting forcefully while urging her to look at him. This time, Katniss still kept her eyes closed, tightly biting her lower lip and shaking her head, showing her refusal.
Seeing this, Nathan became slightly angry, a hint of fierceness flashing across his face. He stopped thrusting, lifted one of Katniss's legs, and had her stand on one foot again. I understood that in the previous position, due to the blockage of their hips and abdomens, Nathan's penis couldn't fully penetrate Katniss's vagina, only entering halfway.
Coincidentally, the leg Nathan lifted was facing my direction. As Katniss's leg was raised, her vagina and Nathan's penis were once again displayed before me. Her wet vagina was penetrated by a grotesque penis, covered in sticky white fluid. At that moment, with half of the penis inserted, Katniss's vaginal opening was stretched to a circular shape matching the diameter of the penis.
Nathan held one of Katniss's legs and began thrusting back and forth, allowing most of his penis to penetrate deep into Katniss's vagina, leaving only a small portion outside. Katniss's labia kept flipping in and out with Nathan's thrusts, and their fluids dripped down from their connection point, wetting their thighs and the floor. Slowly, the leg Katniss raised actively hooked around Nathan's thigh, swaying back and forth with Nathan's thrusts.
"Katniss, open your eyes, look at me, look at me." Nathan's leg moved forward, assuming a squat-like position, thrusting wildly into Katniss. The speed was fast and intense, causing Katniss to scream continuously, her fluids dripping down endlessly, seemingly never-ending.
With a fierce thrust from Nathan, he fully inserted his penis face-to-face for the first time, and Katniss let out an extremely loud moan. Her eyes widened, then rolled back, her body trembling violently. A clear stream of fluid sprayed from their connection point onto Nathan's scrotum and pubic hair. After three spurts, the fluid finally stopped flowing.
Under Nathan's vigorous thrusts, Katniss finally reached her first climax of the night, squirting. It had been less than ten minutes, and in the final moment, Katniss finally wrapped her arms around Nathan's back, pressing her full breasts tightly against his chest. Katniss's squirting seemed to be exclusive to Nathan, as in all the years of marriage and lovemaking with me, Katniss had never squirted.
Finally, Katniss came down from the climax, lowering her head, looking at Nathan with a mesmerized and weak gaze. There was a hint of vulnerability in Katniss's eyes, evoking a sense of pity. Nathan held Katniss, gently caressing her back, comforting her, waiting for Katniss's climax to completely subside.
Watching the two of them gaze deeply at each other, seeing the continuous flow of love fluid, and the two of them tightly embracing each other, I suddenly felt lost about the future development.
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