Family Reunion: Harrison and Joanna by BangBear Harrison dropped his wife down on the bed and all but ripped her pants off of her. She’d already undone the button and zipper as she was carried off to the room because she knew exactly what was coming. They came free in three swift tugs. The underwear was much easier and stood no chance against his end goal, save for sticking momentarily to her eager slit. With both barriers gone, he dove in, kneeling at the side of the bed and burying his face between her legs. His wide tongue lapped up from one end of her pussy all the way up to her clit, where his lips wrapped around to gently suck on. “Ooh, Harry, slow down!” she groaned, her back arching. But he ignored her and continued digging in. His tongue reached lower and pushed his way inside past her lips, his nose bristling on her sensitive nub. She reached between her legs to grab her husband’s head, shoving it down into her crotch harder. His hands grabbed the tops of her thighs, both holding her tight and using the handholds as leverage to get deeper. “Harry!” she cried as he exhaled through his nose, tickling her even more. The sudden, intense loving he gave her between her legs made her spring a leak, Harrison happily swallowing down what was offered as he continued lapping away at her insides unabated. “Fuck… Keep going...” She began rolling her hips to grind against his face. Her chest started to heave with her heavy breath as her climax already started building. “Babe, I’m getting close…” she warned. His hands gripped tighter on her thighs, that act alone sending her into a tizzy. He was claiming what was his, and she loved it. “Ah, Harrison!” she shrieked, legs clamping around his head as sh came. Her entire lower body shook, her juices spraying hard against his face and into his mouth. His tongue flicked against the top of her tunnel quickly, working hard against the walls clamping down around it. Harrison held his breath through her climax, gulping down everything that didn’t go to waste by soaking his face. His wife came down eventually, Joanna’s moans falling lower as her legs relaxed and freed him. He let go of her legs and let them drape off the edge of the bed. He pulled himself free carefully, removing his tongue from her sensitive tunnel slowly enough as to avoid overstimulating her. Joanna looked up at him with a smile just in time to catch him licking his lips, his face matted and dripping with her appreciation, and his shirt was soaked around the neck. “Sorry, sweetie,” she said with a tinge of embarrassment as he stood up, her hand covering her smile. “Please, this was always the plan,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I missed this.” She bit her lip as she watched his shirt drape off his broad chest and strong shoulders, and then exposing the thick arms that easily carried her up the stairs just a few moments ago. His thick-fingered hands undid the latch on his belt and pulled through the loops of his pants. She watched him drop it to the floor, then swiftly undo the button and zipper of his pants. Down they went, Harrison stepping free from them and standing in just his tented boxers. Joanna’s eyes were locked to it, so he decided to give her a little show. She sat up as his thumb hooked around the band and slooowly drew it down, exposing the base of his sheath first, then gifting her a preview of his black shaft. She squirmed with anticipation as more of him emerged, until his tip flicked up out from under the band and bounced to its settled position. It stood at attention before her eyes, just as huge and dark as she remembered. “You missed this, too,” he said, his wife nodding with a giddy smile. “Show me how much.” His hand rested gently on the back of her head, her hair soft against his palm and between his fingers. She didn’t need any encouragement to start lapping at him like a savory popcicle, using both hands to hold him in place. “Good girl,” he huffed, her tail starting to wag behind her now. His feet were planted wide, letting his hefty sack swing free of his thighs. She didn’t forget to show them some love, too, moving a hand to cradle them. She gave them a gentle massage, feeling his nuts roll around in his sack under her thumb. She pulled her mouth away from his shaft to trade it for his balls, her tongue wrapping on the underside and pulling the left one into her mouth. He huffed as he looked down at her with a grin, feeling her slobber on his sack of her own will. Her eyes were focused on her task. She made his balls shine with how much drool she coated on them, swapping back and forth between them now. His shaft throbbed against her face, and she looked up at her husband with one eye, the line of sight of the other obscured by his massive member. He blew her a kiss and she smiled, pulling off to plant a wet kiss on the side of his knot. “Sweetheart?” he called. “Hm?” “There’s leftovers, right?” Her heart skipped a beat, and her tail wagged much more intensely. “Oh, oh there’s plenty,” she answered to the coded question. He gave her a mischievous smile, and his grip on her hair tightened. She whined, fearful and excited, as he directed her to the tip of his cock. She opened up, letting him place it on her tongue and slide inside. He started slow, guiding her along his substantial length down to just under halfway to his knot. Then, he pulled her down suddenly. She gagged on the tip of his cock jabbing the back of her throat, a cough splattering drool on his thighs and her breasts. Harrison chuckled, returning to a more manageable pace for just a moment before shoving her down again without warning. His wife winced and clenched up reflexively, a hand pressing against his leg. “Ah, ah, it’s too early for a break,” he said, stepping forward and making even less room for her to pull back with. Saliva streamed from her mouth in thick, gooey strands down from her chin to her tits, swinging and stretching and breaking randomly with his harsh thrusts. “Aughlk, gllkhhk, cooufht!” Sounds of her struggle filled their bedroom as mascara laden tears began streaking her cheeks. If she wanted to, she could take him without all this strife, a skill she developed long ago in their nearly 2 decade long marriage. But she didn’t want that right now, and neither did she. The pain was the point. Still, that didn’t change the fact that she needed to breathe. She pushed against his legs hard and made desperate eyes up at him that let him know she was serious. He released her without hesitation upon seeing that, his wife gasping so hard it hurt. A hand reached to her chest, just under her neck as she doubled over, almost falling from her seat at the edge of the bed. Harrison stepped to her side, taking a handful of her hair again and making her look up at him. Her face was already ruined, thick slobber surrounding her mouth and soaking her chin and neck. Proud of his work as it was, but there was more to be done. He mashed her face into the side of his cock while he gave her some time to recuperate, itself having a generous coating of her throat slime. Her gasping toned down over time, but before she was fully recovered he brought his member into her mouth once again. He brought her deep down on him, deeper than she’d gone yet. Her eyes clenched hard as a wet cough squelched out from around his cock, strands of drool launching out to anchor on his legs. “Glouh…” Harrison smiled down at her struggle session. He jabbed again, pulling her back just before so he had a good run up. This one caught her off guard, and was the beginning of the end for her composure. Harrison saw the subtle changes in her facial expression and immediately took advantage with relentless thrusts to the back of her throat. Her whole body tightened up. Harrison could feel her throat clenching down hard around his cock. His wife instinctively tried to push herself off and clear the obstruction, but he wouldn’t let her. Not until she was finished. And all it took was one more well-placed poke at her throat to send her over the edge. Hot, half-digested food came spewing around his cock. Her eyes clenched tight and squeezed tears from the corners as she pushed against his legs, trying to break free. He knew this was just a reflex, and she could handle more. He kept thrusting away, forcing more of his wife’s dinner up back out from her stomach and onto the two of them and the floor beneath. He watched her face closely with glee at her turmoil, and just as she looked to be in actual trouble, he pulled her off, hand tight on her hair. He held her with her head facing upward, her puke flowing out of her mouth and down her neck, sliding along her breasts to her lap and the floor below. Joanna coughed and gasped for air once the current round of upchuck was clear of her airway. Drips of vomit-pocked drool dangled from her nose and lips and hung splattered all around her mouth. His cock fared no better, the rod coated tip to knot in the slime amalgam her body produced in its struggle to keep her from choking to death. She looked up at him, her soaked chest heaving, and began lapping at it and running it across her face as she caught her breath. “I still have more,” she said between two pants, sending herself down into his bulbous knot once again. “Fuck, Jo,” he groaned, hips pushing forward as his legs tensed up. Both hands were behind her head now to run her up and down his length and expel the remainder of her stomach’s contents. He brought her down deep and held her, pushing hard against the back of her throat just to hear her groan and choke and splatter his balls with whatever happened to come up. “C’mon, c’mon, more,” he said through clenched teeth. This wasn’t enough. After so long apart, he needed to break her. So, he pulled out and let go. She almost fell forward off the bed from the sudden release, and she looked up at him with confusion. “On your back,” he said, his voice commanding. She felt a thrill rush through her body, and she obeyed without question. She turned herself around and lay herself down on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed with her hair flowing down to the floor, intermingling with the former food. Harrison stepped forward, his balls dangling down into her face. She gave them another lick as the opportunity presented itself before he pulled back and dipped down into her open mouth once more. A pleased sigh signaled his satisfaction as he grabbed for one of her tits for a squeeze. Joanna closed her eyes again. His sack bumped into her nose as he reached the start of his knot once again. He could feel his thighs press against the edge of the bed, and he used that for support to lay his body against to get even deeper inside to truly push her limits. Immediately a cough sent a spew out of her nose. Harrison started pumping now, forcefully fucking his wife’s face. Her arms moved around erratically on the bed, looking for any sort of handhold to brace herself against the assault. His solution for her was to grab them by the wrists and pin them down through her ordeal. That left her with just her body and her legs to writhe with, and writhe she did, desperate for air. She’d need to wait a little longer, but he did eventually give her that precious air when her thrashing got particularly violent. When he pulled out, another gush of vomit came with it, Joanna gasping once again when it cleared. “Fuck… fuck…” she chanted between breaths. “Fucking empty me Harr- mmglk!”No time for talk, he had a job to do. And he was nearly done. Harrison dug around deep in his wife’s throat for every last bit of puke she could muster. Her generosity so far had brought him to the brink of his climax now, his breathing deep and fast. “Get ready, babe, I’m close,” he announced, speeding up his thrusts. She should have protested earlier, she thought, as now he wouldn’t stop until he was done. His knot bumped against her lips until with one more thrust, he forced the fat wad of flesh inside and past her teeth. A deep bellow rumbled from his chest through the room as he dumped his load on a direct course for her stomach. His hands clenched on hers tighter, their fingers interlocking. She was barely holding on now, eyes clenched tight as she felt that telltale burning pressure in her chest, her lungs screaming to vent the building carbon dioxide. She tried to push some excess out, but she was plugged airtight. “Mmmn, mmh mmnmn!” she groaned unintelligibly, thrashing about on the bed again. She rolled left and right, kicked her legs, and pushed off of it to raise her body up off it, but no matter her efforts she remained anchored by the mouth on his cock. The effects of asphyxia began setting in. She could feel her fingers and toes start to tingle, and weakness set in in her legs. They were slower, and didn’t kick as far, and now her arms and hands felt the same symptoms. She could hear him saying something that she couldn’t make out with her ears muffled by both his thighs and the severe lack of oxygen needed for her brain to process the sound. “Mmm mmmnl…” Joanna groaned, weaker than before now. She could barely wiggle her toes anymore. And still, he wasn’t done. His balls had emptied into his wife’s stomach, but his bladder was still full, something he remedied without hesitation after coming down from his climax. Joanna gurgled and gagged, Harrison breathing heavily over her, almost taunting her with his ability to breathe freely. A satisfied groan rumbled through the room, finishing his stream with a few light humps to her face. Looking down at her he could see her shuddering, dancing on the edge of unconsciousness. Just then, Harrison pulled himself free. Joanna sucked in air so hard it hurt. Her limbs innervated with the fresh supply of oxygen, hypersensitive and tingling with everything she made contact with, including the simple draft from their vents. The shock of her body practically resetting itself set her bladder loose, Joanna shuddering as she pissed herself on their bed and tears of shock rolled down her cheeks. As she inhaled, a single droplet of something caught her throat in such a way to set off her now over-sensitive gag reflex once more, sending a rush of cum and piss out and streaming up her face and through her hair. Harrison huffed and caught his breath as well, but was much quicker to recover from his trivial tiredness. Still, he admired his efforts while he could, soaking in the image of his wife completely broken by him. Her matted hair, her soaked face, her makeup smeared and streaked on her cheeks, her eyes red and watery. He smiled, proud both of her ability to endure and to still look beautiful in the aftermath. Before too long, however, he knelt down next to her. She was still breathing hard with her eyes closed. “Are you okay, love?” he asked her. She chuffed a smile out, nodding her head with her eyes still closed. “Did I go too rough?” To his delight, she shook her head no. “Did I empty you out?” It took her a moment to muster the strength to speak. “I thi- kff kff… I think so,” she said, her voice raspy and strained. Harrison took her hand and planted a loving kiss on the back of it before standing up. “Wait right here and take a breather,” he said, heavy footsteps trailing over to the bathroom. A quick wipe down ensured he wouldn’t track anything anywhere before he brought towels out to his recovering wife. “We should have done this in the other room,” he chuckled. He took his phone from his discarded pants and got a few photos of her first before he began gently wiping her face. “I think after this long we earned a little naughtiness.” Her husband cleaned her off with a towel, focusing on removing all the solid chunks first. Once satisfied, he helped sit her up. Thankfully, their bed was spared any of the mess, so no change of sheets was required. “Oh, the carpet,” Joanna mourned, looking at her pool of vomit on the floor. “It’s alright, we’ve got carpet cleaner,” he reassured, kneeling down to clean up as best he could for now. “And if it’s still damaged I’ll just patch it up. It’s not like it’s the first time.” He scooped her up off the bed and carried her once again, this time to their baster bathroom’s shower. They both entered to clean off the remnants of their fun, and since he wasn’t as coated as she was, he was able to step out and prepare a bath for them. “I want to soak after that drive,” he said, pouring some Epsom salts into the tub after turning the hot water knob. “Would you like me to get you something to eat after that?” “Mmmm, just get me some cheesecake. A big slice.” Her hands tussled through her her voluminous hair with a generous lather of shampoo to work all the grime out. As he left his room, he heard the door to Trevor’s room slam shut. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Aaaaah, it’s perfect,” she mused as she sat down in the tub. Her head rested back against her husband’s chest. “Don’t forget this part.” He turned up one of the dials, and the powerful pumps began massaging their bodies with streams of water. “Let’s go jets, baby. Love the jets.” She nuzzled back against him and he brought the place of cheesecake down in front of her. With the fork in his other hand he began feeding her the dessert. “So, how’s it been here all alone?” he started. “Mmmh, it’s lonely. Visiting friends helps and work is a decent distraction, but…” “I’m sorry, sweetie. You’ll have to hold on just a little while longer, but we’ll make up for it while we’re here.” He scooped another bite for her and kissed the top of her head, smelling her freshly washed hair. “You’re already off to a good start,” she chuckled. “Some of the boys at work insist on recording our antics, too. I’ll have to show you some of those, I think you’ll be impressed. “Ooh, can’t wait. You remind them how lucky they are, right?” “Every day,” she laughed, taking another offered bite of the cheesecake. “How are you and Alissa handling living together, just the two of you?” “We’re good. It’s about as you’d expect, really. She doesn’t know how to cook so we’re making friends with the local take-out places.” “You could always learn, you know.” “I’ve ruined enough pans to know to stay away. Shame there’s no space for a grill up there…” he trailed off for a moment, scooping her some more food and kissing her again. “Sometimes I’ll bring someone back from the bar and she gets a little jealous.” “She is daddy’s little girl, after all.” He chuckled. “That she is. It’s endearing, and of course I love her, but…” He trailed off again, silence filling the room save for the gurgling water of their tub. “Buuut?” “But she’s far too risky and it drives me up the wall. She does it on purpose, too. I think the worst part is I enjoy it, in a way.” He sunk a little lower into the hot water, leaning his head back against the cushioned rim of the tub. “Risky like, she lets you when she shouldn’t?” “Pfft, she traps me into it. Locks her legs around me, makes me knot her, everything.” “Has anything come of it? You’re sure she’s not just teasing you?” “Positive. I had to start tracking her heat cycle. She wasn’t up front so I had to put the pieces together myself. I know it’s a real risk. It took some convincing but she finally agreed to get the pill after more than one late night trip to get some morning-after. I had to watch her take the morning-afters, too. The first night I found the box unopened two days later. Thankfully it hasn’t gotten farther than that.” Joanna thought for a moment, taking another bite and chuckling. “I guess she takes after me.” Her husband laughed as he took a forkful for himself. “A little too much.” He rested his head against the cushion of the hot tub. “I wish she’d inherited your prudence, too. She keeps rolling the dice and she’s eventually gonna land snake eyes.” “Please, you forgot how we had her in the first place?” “It was our second date, right?” he asked, scooping the last bit into her mouth. She nodded at him. “I’m not sure it even counts as a date. I called you to meet up between classes and we fucked behind my college’s basketball arena.” “Ah, you’re riiight. There was that bush we used for cover and a bee almost stung my asshole.” Joanna laughed remembering that day. He set the plate down outside the tub, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. “You’re lucky I knew I would marry you after our first date. Otherwise you’d be out on the streets.” “Oh, how romantic of you,” she joked. “I’d hunt you down for child support and you know it.” “That’s how I knew I’d marry you.” He kissed her on her head again, his wife smiling and placing her smaller hand on his larger. “And then a few months later she came along,” she thought. “And then we made Trevor that same month.” “I still can’t believe that happened. Both of them in the same year…” “Neither could your doctors. ‘Ya got ‘n iron womb!’” he said in a put-on mock accent as he grabbed and jiggled her lower belly, getting a laugh out of her. “We were lucky everything worked out.” They reached a silence that they shared for a moment, Joanna running her finger on the back of Harrison’s hand before starting up again. “But you have thought about it, right?” She tilted her head to look at him, her husband losing the fight against his shameful smile. “Fuck, it’s a dangerous thought that I shouldn’t think. I don’t know what we’d do if that happened.” “It would be a little strange,” she admitted. “Being open is strange. Having sex with your own family is outlandish. Knocking them up?” He shook his head. “Inconceivable.” “Knocking them up is conceiving.” He chuckled at her quip. “But being serious for a moment,” she said, turning to face him. “Maybe you should channel that energy into someone else?” “Oh?” His rough hands reached up to cup each of her breasts, Joanna smiling as he started gently massaging them. “Did you have someone in mind?” “Oh, I might.” “What’s she like?” he gave them both a few squeezes, at the same time and then one after the other. Even suspended in salted water, they were weighty. She huffed and placed an encouraging hand on his forearm. “Well, she likes when you do that. You know, I think she might even have a little crush on you.” “Only a little?” he teased. “I should work on making that crush bigger. Maybe if I do this…?” He altered the approach of his massage, pinching his fingers and pulling them out towards the tips of her nipples, back and forth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back into him, her breathing getting heavier. “That’ll work.” He smiled down at her and watched himself work, kneading at her until those beads of white gold formed on her nipples. “Hah, that’ll work just fine,” she laughed, looking down at the fruits of his labor. “I love that you can still do this.” “So do the boys at the office.” He grinned and leaned his head forward over her shoulder, then lifted one of her tits to his mouth. She turned with a sigh, leaning to the side so he could have a better angle to have a drink from her. Her hand came up behind her to hold the back of his head as he indulged. For a little bit, they enjoyed each other, his hand squeezing for a heavier flow of milk and her arm pulling him in harder in response. “Hah, maybe you should lean into that idea, though.” “You’re not suggesting I actually knock her up, are you?” he asked, returning to sucking her breast immediately after. “No, not really. Just play along with her. I’m sure at least some of it is teasing. Maybe she’ll get bored of that idea if she thinks it doesn’t work on you anymore.” “Hmmmm,” he took a moment to think, then laughed and kissed her on the head. “Alright, but you’ve gotta join in.” “Oh?” “Convince Trevor he’s knocking you up, too,” he said, Joanna laughing at the idea. “I wonder what his reaction will be like,” he continued. “You’re still on the pi-” He stopped dead. “Fffuck.” “What’s wrong?” she turned to look at him again. A hand came to cover his face and massage his eyebrows. “I never made sure that she as taking them correctly. Knowing how she’s been treating the other things…” Joanna turned to face forward again. “Well, maybe it’s time for some ‘intrusive parenting.’ The night’s still young.” She turned around in the tub to face him, the two sharing devious smiles. “What’s our script?”