Chapter 175
Watching the two engage in wild sexual positions and moans, I lay motionless on the ground, the exhaustion in my body and the pain in my heart beyond words. At this moment, I recalled a saying, "Everything comes with a price," perhaps this is the price I have been paying all along, the outcome I have received. Do I deserve pity now? My only hope is that after this time, or after tonight, everything will stop. After Nathan gets married, we will be responsible for each other's families. For the first time, I have expectations and fears about this situation.
The two bodies in constant motion are already covered in sweat, under the moonlight in the wilderness, their glistening silhouettes are highlighted. At this moment, Nathan is like riding a horse, while Katniss is beneath him, striving to cooperate under Nathan's urging. Everything goes through a process from being unfamiliar to familiar. After so many times of sexual coordination, Nathan and Katniss are extremely familiar with each other's bodies. It can be said that although Nathan and Katniss have been in a relationship for less than half a year, their familiarity and tacit understanding of each other's bodies are incomparable to the five years that Katniss and I have spent together. Perhaps Nathan and Katniss are truly destined for each other. At this moment, I thought of a saying, "You were not born when I was born, and I am old when you were born."
"Katniss, are you comfortable?" Nathan grabbed Katniss's breasts with both hands, continuously thrusting into her from behind, and for the first time boldly asked Katniss such a lewd question. It's worth noting that in the past, they basically had no verbal communication, only engaging in passionate lovemaking and moaning. Upon hearing Nathan's question, my originally exhausted and despondent consciousness suddenly became clear. I immediately perked up my ears, nervously listening for Katniss's response.
Katniss didn't have any other response, just moaning. If moaning counts as an answer, it would naturally satisfy Nathan. However, no one can determine whether Katniss is simply moaning or giving a disguised answer.
"Katniss, are you comfortable? Tell me." Nathan was very satisfied and excited about tonight's lovemaking. In the final night, Nathan almost let go of all restraints. Now, only Katniss, as a woman, still maintains some modesty. Not hearing a clear response from Katniss, Nathan couldn't help but increase the intensity of his thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding became faster and louder, causing Katniss to sway back and forth.
Her once obedient hair was now scattered.
At this moment, Katniss's vagina was continuously being penetrated by Nathan's penis, like a syringe being repeatedly inserted and withdrawn, squeezing out love fluids with each thrust, resembling a snake's fangs constantly spitting venom. Katniss's screams became increasingly frantic, as she forgot everything and just wanted to enjoy the wild intercourse at that moment, not allowing anyone to disturb her pleasure.
"Comfortable, comfortable."
Katniss finally let go of her modesty, moaning intermittently in response to Nathan. However, compared to her moans, the volume of the word "comfortable" was lower, indicating that Katniss still had reservations.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you." Nathan seemed a bit unrestrained and overreaching at this point. When Katniss said "comfortable," I clearly saw the surprise on his face, but he seemed unsatisfied and pressured Katniss again. Nathan began to thrust into Katniss's vagina with a frenzied force, pressing her for an answer.
I crawled on the grass, gripping the ground tightly with my hands, my fingers already digging into the soil beneath the grass.
"Comfortable, very, comfortable, gentler, slower, you, you, go in, too deep, too deep." Katniss seemed genuinely comfortable, or perhaps she was pleading with Nathan. In any case, she uttered the answer I least wanted to hear.
After hearing Katniss's words, Nathan not only did not slow down his thrusts but seemed to accelerate.
At this point, Nathan was like a machine that would never tire, continuously and evenly moving his hairy buttocks, his penis rubbing against Katniss's vagina, fully penetrating each time. Fortunately, with the lubrication of their love fluids, the dry friction would have made their genitals unbearable by now. Nature creates all things, and everything has its own rules and reasons.
"Is it big?" Nathan was already breathing heavily at this point, perhaps nearing exhaustion, but he continued to exert his last bit of strength. Based on my judgment and estimation, Nathan should have reached the limit of his physical strength long ago. However, due to Katniss's seduction tonight, the special outdoor environment, and Katniss's recent encouragement and response, Nathan unleashed a potential he didn't usually possess.
"What did you say?" Katniss's brain was blank at this point. She only knew to enjoy the extreme pleasure her vagina was transmitting to her brain, becoming dull to the outside world. She didn't understand what Nathan meant by his words. Was it about her buttocks? Her breasts? Perhaps Katniss was pondering the meaning of Nathan's words in her dulled state of mind, which was normal since neither Katniss nor I had ever spoken such words.
"My, my penis, big or not? I mean, is the penis in your vagina big or not?" Nathan gasped as he spoke.
Upon hearing Nathan's words, Katniss slightly opened her eyes, which were already filled with desire and confusion, lacking much clarity. She briefly regained consciousness upon hearing Nathan's words, but was quickly overwhelmed by desire again. She probably didn't expect Nathan to say such things. I believe that after this night, not only I but also Katniss would have a changed impression of Nathan. After all, neither Katniss nor I had ever imagined that the usually simple, honest, and modest Nathan would be such a skilled lover, engaging in such intense and wild lovemaking. I believe that it's not just Katniss, but any other woman who has had a few encounters with Nathan would be impressed by his sexual prowess, even if they may not necessarily fall into Nathan's embrace.
At this point, I recalled a saying, although it may not be appropriate to describe my biological father this way, it is so fitting: "Don't judge a book by its cover." If I hadn't witnessed all of this firsthand, I would never have imagined that Nathan had such a wild side. After all, from childhood to adulthood, I had only seen the bright side of Nathan. Without all of this, I might never have seen Nathan's dark side.
Most people have two sides, and I am no exception. In Katniss's eyes, I am a good husband, in the eyes of my colleagues, I am a helpful and sociable person worth befriending, and in Nathan's and my relatives' eyes, I am a good son. But who would have thought that someone like me, who gives a good impression to everyone, would actually have a lustful desire for a wife and be the one pushing Katniss and Nathan into incestuous lovemaking. Thinking about this, is there a sense of guilt in blaming Nathan? "Is it big?" Nathan was persistent, pulling me back from my thoughts to reality. I already had a premonition of how Katniss would respond next, although I still held a glimmer of hope.
"Big, very big." Katniss had now become completely controlled by her sexual desire. I believe that even if Nathan suggested anal sex at this moment, Katniss might agree.
"How does it feel?" Nathan had already ejaculated twice, and being able to stay hard and continue lovemaking without going soft was quite rare at this point. Therefore, he persisted for a long time. If he didn't introduce some verbal stimulation, he might not know how long it would take for him to climax. Moreover, with the great atmosphere and environment tonight, it would be a lifelong regret if he didn't add some new stimulation.
"Comfortable, comfortable, I am very satisfied." Katniss had not reached climax yet, but it seemed imminent. Her vagina was secreting more and more love fluids, continuously overflowing, and her sweat was also constantly dripping. Would they both collapse from exhaustion and dehydration? It seemed like Katniss's bodily fluids were endless, never running dry.
Upon hearing Katniss's words, Nathan slowed down his thrusts. Although they didn't use explicit language, they spoke words of lust and obscenity that they had never used before. Nathan's wish had been fulfilled, and he had lost his last bit of strength. Nathan stopped thrusting wearily, but his penis remained deeply inserted in Katniss's vagina. Both Nathan and Katniss were exhausted. After Nathan stopped thrusting, Katniss's body slowly collapsed, eventually lying on the grass, and Nathan's body followed suit, maintaining the inserted position before lying on Katniss's back. The two bodies were stacked on top of each other, resting and transferring body heat to each other, as the night temperature was quite low. With both of them exhausted and sweating so much, they were probably not far from getting sick.
I shook my head, realizing that worrying about Nathan and Katniss getting sick was irrelevant to the current situation. Watching the two bodies resting against each other, their faces close together, mouths and nostrils exchanging each other's exhaled breath, both were relieving their physical exhaustion. After accumulating enough energy, they were preparing for the next round of lovemaking, as neither had reached the third climax of their sexual desires.
Seeing them resting, I remained motionless, not even daring to move my stiff neck. It seemed like my suffering tonight was far from over.
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