Attack on Titan Fanfiction – The Stowaway: Chapter 4

Warning: R-18. NSFW. Contains graphic depictions of sex.

From Pleasure to Pleasure

“Now dip two fingers into that dripping wet hole of yours, and taste them for me,” was Jean’s next command. 

Mikasa did as she was told, dropping all reservations. Using one hand to keep her cunt lips wide open, she used the other to plunge inside herself, scooping up as much pussy cream as she could. Her pussy drips when she removes her hand, ropes of girl cum clinging to her fingers. 

When his wife took out her fingers from her pussy hole, Jean could see just how sopping wet she was. Smelling her arousal while watching her slowly lick her own juices made his erection ache. Precum oozed from his cock, restlessly waiting to be unleashed.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now turn around and wiggle your ass, in front of me and the train conductor. Other passengers are watching, too. I invited them, and they’re all happy to see the show. They think you’re gorgeous, with a perfect ass. Tug on that thong until you come. Entertain us all, my slutty wife.”

“Nooo, I just came,” Mikasa wailed. Another clitoral orgasm would be too much for her. “Please, Jean, no more…”

“I said do it. Don’t disappoint us.”

She tugged at the thong until it was nestled deep between her wet cleft, gasping as the fabric scratched her ultra sensitive clit. The firm, perfectly rounded ass cheeks shimmied up and down, then from side to side. With her other hand she reached underneath and stroked her pink and pouting pussy lips.

“Now pull that sliver of a thong to the side and fuck your cunt hole with your fingers once more,” was Jean’s next command. He loved the view of the little panties pushed to the side of her pussy, looking wet and twisted and all used up.

Soft panting coupled with the squishy sounds of her fingers driving in and out of her slippery pussy filled Jean with lust. He stared, hypnotised, as his wife’s long, slim, glistening wet fingers reached from below and stroked in and out of her drenched cunt hole. The clear view of her quivering ass, the lewd squishing sounds and heady scent of her arousal were intoxicating. His pulsating cock jumped and strained against its confinement. 

Releasing the now rock-hard, angry rod out of his trousers, Jean pressed its length along the back of her foot, rubbing them together as he watched his whimpering, undone wife being forced to masturbate in front of him. The sound of the train going over the tracks made everything so wanton and wicked. Gods, she’s too hot, I don’t know how long I can take it. 

It was a good thing they did it twice in bed that morning, before they came to the station, otherwise he’d be shooting jizz all over the train cabin.

“Jean, please, I need you,” Mikasa cried, craning her head to look at him with tears welling in her eyes, threatening to fall. 

She felt her fingers to be lacking. They were no longer enough for this deep need that grew inside her. She craved her husband’s huge cock. She wanted to be filled by him, needed to orgasm from deep within, with Jean’s thick, hard rod plunged to her very core. 

“I’m here, babe. I’m watching. We’re all watching,” he replied wickedly, knowing what his wife wanted but withholding it.

She gaped at him. “No more, Jean, I’m begging you…please…”

“Begging me for what?” 

Oh gods, how he teased her. He knew exactly what she wanted. Why did he make her say the words out loud?

“Jean…,” Mikasa implored, whimpering.

“Say it.”

“I must have you deep inside me, my love. I’m dying to be filled by your beautiful cock. Please, Jean, take me. I need your hardness pounding in and out of me…,” she forced herself to say out loud, knowing how her pleading voice turned him on. A flow of tears trickling down her cheeks.

It was his turn to moan. The tears from her dark amethyst eyes, the adorable way she begged for his cock…he could no longer keep on teasing her. He tugged at her ankle. “Come here, my lovely whore.”

“Unnggghh,” she moaned as she impaled herself on him, feeling his thickness fill her gaping hole. 

Jean himself groaned, reveling in the feel of his entire manhood sheathed in her silken heat.

Straddling him and hugging his face to her breasts, she groaned her approval when she felt Jean’s big hands all over her bare tits. He licked her neck as he squeezed and groped and fondled the creamy globes until they were swollen. Soon she gyrated her hips in circles over his turgid cock, keeping her upper body steady so that he could suckle on her. 

The drapes over the window were open and anybody who bothered to look could see Mikasa throwing her head back and moaning as Jean bit and sucked wildly on one distended nipple after another, his hands now mauling her ass cheeks, fingers digging into the firm, perfectly rounded mounds of flesh. They kiss wildly, sucking face, tongues battling in midair. The obscene, slapping sounds of a stiff rod ramming in and out of a soaking wet cunt filled the cramped confines of the train cabin. 

Mikasa groaned, rejoicing in the large, turgid shaft ramming in and out of her needy cunt. She felt so full, so stretched, so filled to overflowing. She wept at the pleasure of it. 

“Fuck me, Jean,” she moaned into their open-mouthed kiss. “Fuck me hard. Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please, oh please…”

He pistoned into her, taking her again and again. Her cunt walls squeezed him, ensconced him with her silky firmness. She was so hot inside, like a furnace, and so tight. He could only take so much. “Mikasa, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, panting hard. 

While gripping his cock inside her she positioned them so that she was lying underneath him on the narrow cot. “Come deep inside me, my love. Carefully, please. I don’t want any of your precious seed to spill out,” she begged him, working her pussy muscles so that they sucked his cock in as far as it could go. “I’m close, so close,” she told him. He drove his rod into her and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming out. 

Jean grunted loudly as he felt her pussy muscles grip his cock and he stroked forcefully, once, twice, before coming deep inside his wife, his whole body shaking with relief, the intense pleasure washing over him. 

“Aaaaggghhh,” Mikasa cried out as she felt him shoot copious amounts of spunk all the way inside her. It triggered her own orgasm, making her entire body shudder, suffusing her in a warm heat.

After a while, they wiped themselves clean and fixed their clothes and were napping on separate bunks like any other passenger when the conductor came to check their tickets. 

Soon after he left, Mikasa was down on her knees, Jean’s cock in her mouth, one hand caressing his balls and the other stroking his inner thigh as she prepared their bodies for another round. As always, she struggled with the size of him. She wondered why she was trying so hard when Jean was rock hard already. He always recovered so fast. But she knew he was turned on by the sight of her looking up at him with large eyes as she choked on his large dick, and the more turned on he was the bigger the load he ejaculated inside her. 

That was just the start of a long weekend together where the travel itinerary was eventually binned because they could barely get out of the inn, so busy were they with the relentless shagging. When the cleaner came and threw them out they quickly found some quite, fairly concealed strip of beach where they could fuck some more. 

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Wherever else they went he’d be pinching her butt or coping a feel of her tits; she’d deliberately stand in front with her back to him, poking her ass out and rubbing it discreetly over his crotch. Glancing back with a naughty grin, it was clear how much she enjoyed the look of agony on his face as he tried to hide his erection. 

Even when they were sitting side by side having a meal at a restaurant, she’d put her hand on his knee under the tablecloth, before eventually caressing his inner thigh, fingers brushing gently against his growing hardness. Or when she was sitting across from him she would drop a shoe and use her foot to massage his crotch. By the time the meal was over all he could think of was where to take her so he could fuck her silly and punish her for teasing him. 

So much for sightseeing.

Back at the inn, Jean made Mikasa sashay across the room wearing only the see-through thong and matching garter belt and stockings. He loved it so much he made her wear nothing else. Then he’d have her sit on the desk or bed or the rim of the bathtub so that he could bury his face between her creamy thighs and lick and suck on her pussy and ass through the sheer fabric, before pulling it to the side so he can lap up her fragrant juices. 

The feel of his hot tongue licking her made Mikasa shudder in pleasure. She’d wrap her legs around his shoulders, lovingly stroke his hair. “More, more,” she’d beg him wantonly.

His favorite was making his wife sit on his lap in front of the full length mirror and putting his hand inside her panties. Fondling her breasts and petting her clit and inserting his long, rough fingers into her dewy cunt hole, he teased her until she was writhing on his lap. His large, sunburnt hand stretched the thin fabric. What a lovely picture it was: his beautiful wife all naked except for the sultry underwear, her smooth skin flushed and sweaty, her kiss-bruised lips half open, her knees raised and kept wide open for his viewing pleasure. The mirror gave him a clear view of her swollen, throbbing clit through the see-through fabric. 

Willing himself to take his time and appreciate the view, he whispered into her ear as he finger-fucked her steaming vagina, “You’re so incredibly hot, Mikasa. If only your troops could see you now. They’d be worshipping at your feet, begging for a lick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Mikasa blushed in embarrassment, shaking her head, “No!”

But Jean was cruel. He forced her to watch as his talented fingers stretched her sopping pussy, pulling on her puffy labia. “No? They’ll be lining up. All that rippling muscle. One hard commando cock after the other. Cock for days. All the cockmeat in the world. A slut like you, you’d like that for sure.”

“Stop it, Jean,” she said sternly. But her body began to betray her. She couldn’t stop the climax from building. Her husband knew how to drive her body mad with need. Hand over slippery pussy, he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again. 

“Jean, please, let me come,” she begged him.

“Say the words, babe,” was the wicked reply.

She couldn’t stand it much longer. “I’m a slut, Jean! I long for cock. It’s all I can think of. I need cockmeat…” 

“What kind?” 

“Commando cockmeat! One hard man after another, deep inside me, for days and days!”

“Nasty slut,” he said with a grin, pleased with her response. With the fingers of one hand he rubbed her sweet spot just so, and with the other he pinched and pulled on her engorged clit just so. He knew exactly what she liked.   

Mikasa moaned and threw her head back into his shoulder, shuddering, coming hard. She spurted out her orgasm, drenching Jean with her scented juices. 

That was the time when he was being cruel. When he was being nice, he’d simply tease her without saying a word. Pushing his turgid cock from behind, he nestled it between her glistening labia, the huge cockhead tenting the front of the cute little panties with the tiny ribbon on top. It was such an erotic sight Jean would be panting heavily by then.

The mirror reflected the lasciviousness of it all, and the sweet friction over her clit drove Mikasa mad with need. She dragged her husband to the floor and, pushing aside the crotch of the little panties, straddled him and rode him, her very own, gorgeous, super hot stallion. Bending over to lick his heaving chest and bite his nipples, she worked her hips, gyrating them the way he liked it. Up and down, side to side, she rocked her hips, moaning his name. 

“Jean, I love you…I need you…please, oh please…Jean, Jean…” she babbled mindlessly as his hips rose up to spear into her tight tunnel from below. She never stopped working her hips, matching his rhythm, wanting to please him and give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.

Her reward was the sight of Jean’s handsome face twisted in agonising pleasure as he rolled her over. Lifting up her feet to his shoulders and almost folding her body in half, he savagely rammed into her, slamming his stiff rod into her weeping pussy. 

“Mikasa, aaargh,” he bellowed as he came deep inside her, shooting rope after rope of thick cum into her spasming cunt. 

His wife screamed as she felt the hot splash of his sperm. Waves of unimaginable pleasure rippled throughout her body. She screamed some more as she climaxed with Jean, body bucking, dancing on his cock.

By the time their long weekend was over her new underwear was in tatters and had to be binned.

Mikasa jumped his bones whenever she could. She no longer cared about the time of day, or where they were, or if anyone saw or heard them. Even during her period she wanted messy, bloody sex. 

Sex, sex, sex. All the time. Everyday. Day after day. Several times per day. Jean was in heaven. He loved it, but at the back of his mind he became very worried. How long could she keep this up? A year? Two years? What happens after that, when she finally realizes that marathon sex could not cure her infertility?

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