Chapter Eighteen

“You gave it to her? You awarded that titty-goblin the win?!” Cole snarled for the umpteenth time, pounding furiously into Krystal’s sodden snatch. “After engineering that whole farce?”

“Yes, big guy. Fuck, yes! Keep punishing me!” She howled, her cushiony ass rippling from the violent impacts with her ankles propped up around his ears. “Vent all that frustration on my wicked pussy!”

The drive back to his studio had been a fraught journey; Krystal steering her Prius one-handed (the other up her skirt), half-watching the road while Lita gave Cole a loud, frantic blowjob in the backseat. The punk princess gagged eagerly as her friend fingered herself.

They’d stumbled from the parking space, pawing and kissing like a trio of horny drunks. Thankfully, the walk wasn’t long, and the college grounds were blessedly quiet on the weekend. Cole’s unflagging manpole had seen daylight on the home stretch, his girlfriends joining forces in jacking his turgid length until they reached their destination.

It’d taken Krystal three tries to punch in the door code as Cole clawed madly at her and Lita’s thick-cut rumps.

That had been four hours ago…

“You. Are. A disgraceful. Teacher!” He punctuated each word with a cunt-crushing thrust. Folding the wailing MILF in two, Cole shoved her knees into her massive tits to hammer in deeper. “Show some fucking remorse already!”

A naked body painted itself across his back, Lita’s warmth bleeding into him as she reached around to trace his muscular torso.

“She’ll never apologize if you keep fucking her so hard. The brazen whore wants to be broken on your monster cock, just like me.”

The instant his door was open, Cole had savaged the seductive co-conspirators, dragging them to his bed and tearing off their new outfits. He’d been a caveman, a primitive beast, throwing them onto the sheets before attacking…

“God, yes! Bite my neck and fuck me harder!” Krystal howled, quivering through another epic climax. Her throat, shoulders and breasts were defiled by countless toothmarks. “Do it… hyaa~! Give me more!”

Cole couldn’t resist raking his incisors across her pulse before claiming her plush lips again. Jamming himself into the shameless brunette’s cervix, he released more of the pent-up desire and humiliation he’d accumulated during their lunchtime outing, flooding her with sticky seed.

“MMYEEEESSSSS!!” She screamed into their kiss, clenching convulsively around him. “Hmmmmnph~!”

The mattress was saturated in their combined juices, soaked as a sponge. Lita chewed on his earlobe, smearing her wet pussy against his spasming rear and whining piteously.

“It’s my turn again, right? I need you in control, boo. Every inch of me is on fire. Treat me like your personal fuckpet. Pleeeease… hold me down and use me!”

Exiting Krystal with a moist shlorp, Cole’s preposterous prong spat salty spend onto her smooth tummy before he turned to face the tattooed blonde.

She’d begged for his forceful hand, allowing him to take her in any way he wished. Submitting to Cole as his willing bed **** and fuckdoll. Her darkest, most secret desire was to relinquish control to someone she could trust. A role that came with a heady rush of power, a truckload of responsibility, and a safeword.

Cole’s immense size and her tiny pussy still presented a roadblock but they’d enjoyed plenty of other carnal delights together. Lita was a true blowjob queen–swallowing more of his throat-clogging manmeat than anyone before, and her ass jobs were second to none.

He’d blown multiple wads between those brilliantly clapping cheeks, defacing the mystical tiger on her back, and wouldn’t tire of it any time soon, if ever.

Probably never. Cole decided, turning to cock-slap her petite chest. Her pretty pink nipples gathered a wet sheen from his drizzling tip. Lita's eyelids fluttered when he grabbed her collar.

The band of black leather was something Krystal advised him to buy at the mall while she and the dick-sucking savant browsed lingerie. A silver C sparkled on the clasp.

Cole had marked his property.

She fairly hyperventilated when he presented it earlier.

“Clean me, pet.” Cole commanded, tugging roughly on the collar. “I want to feel those soft lips wrapped around me again.”

“Yessir. Thank you, sir.” Lita moaned, dipping her head before pausing to gaze up at him beseechingly. “Am I a good fuckpet, sir? Am I your good obedient throat-slut?”

“You’re a very good fucktoy.” He combed affection fingers through her spiky golden mohawk. “Now, do as you’re told and suck.”

She shivered in pleasure, lunging forward to gulp down Cole’s robust rigidity with greedy gusto. Hands disappeared between her splayed thighs as she took him deep into her constricting throat.

His fist clenched in Lita’s hair, groaning and guiding her face-fucking pace.

“She truly loves it when you do that.” Krystal purred, reclining on a pillow with a self-satisfied expression. A river of cum sluiced from her battered slit. She looked like a Roman empress basking after a particularly orgiastic bacchanal. “However, I promised you a special reward for enduring the shopping trip. Remember?”

Cole stared blankly at her, neurons misfiring as Lita attempted to suction his brains out through his dick. The brunette MILF giggled, crawling languorously towards them with a mischievous glint in her gaze.

“I realize you’re presently preoccupied and adore watching the two of you together, but a promise is a promise.” Krystal docked her heavenly tits into Cole’s side. “And you won’t want to miss this.”

”Mlurgh… Ack… Ugh!”

“Mi-miss what?” Cole stammered, losing himself in Lita’s gargling esophagus.

“Flip her over, big guy. Your reward is at the other end.”

Any reference to the tanned blonde’s world-class caboose would capture a dead man’s attention. He was already staring at it as she hungrily deep-throated him. Two excellent hemispheres of inked flesh jiggling hypnotically, glossed to a sheen with his copious cum.

Cole didn’t hesitate. Unsheathing himself from Lita’s suckling maw, he tossed her onto all fours and pried her thick cheeks open to discover a glittering glass button in her holiest of holes.

“Holy shit.” He whispered, awestruck. “Is that–”

“It’s for you, boo.” Lita panted, clutching the sheets. “I want you to take every bit of me. Claim me inside and out.”

“We’ve been training her to receive that giant hog.” Krystal moved beside Lita to spread her further. “I couldn’t say no after she pleaded for help. Give that plug a tug and see what happens.”

Entranced, Cole tapped on the glass button, wrenching a whimper from the prone blonde. Gripping it between thumb and forefinger, he pulled, watching in disbelief as a string of silicone spheres the size of golf balls plopped out one by one.

”FAA-AA-AA-AARK!!”

Lita let out a hitched wail as he extracted a foot-long chain of anal beads from her sphincter, squirting girly juices from the overwhelming stimulation. Krystal steadied her friend’s shaking hips, grinning wider than a Cheshire cat.

“What do you think, big guy? Can she handle that monster cramming her back passage?”

“Please, sir. Pleeeease, boo. Stretch me out.” Lita husked, lowering her face to the mattress. “Plunder my ass and make me squeal. I want it so bad.”

If Cole’s cock was iron before, it hardened to adamantine. Still, he hesitated, swimming in an unfathomable ocean of lust but concerned for his lover. “I’ll go slow, plus she’ll want lubrication–”

“Like this?” Krystal asked, dipping down to slather her moist tongue along Lita’s clean crack, maintaining smoldering eye contact as she rimmed the blonde’s cinnamon pucker. “Hmmmm?”

Something snapped within Cole, the last tethers restraining his inner beast. With unerring aim, he sank into Lita’s readied rectum, feeling the ring of muscle expand to accommodate his tremendous girth.

“Oh fuck… FUCK!” She cried, tearing at the bedding. “You’re gonna split me apart. Aaaah~... Don’t stop!”

“Jesus, you’re so goddamn tight, pet.” He grunted, easing himself in despite the powerful impulse to brutally impale her. “Your ass is pure heaven. I’m barely holding on here.”

“Don’t be gentle, sir. Hnnnngh! Give it to me rough. I need it!”

“Listen to her, big guy.” Krystal crooned, resting her face on Lita’s beefy behind to observe the action from a front-row seat. “Let yourself go.”

That said, she released the punk princess’s generous glutes to smother the rest of Cole’s veiny shaft in pillowy nirvana.

“Shit–fuck!” The sinful combination of her constricting hole and squeezing buns almost finished him. “Brace yourself and remember the safeword!”

He thrust slowly, introducing his rectum-wrecking weapon by an inch with each blow. Lita met the **** with encouraging moans and gasps, clapping her firm cheeks around his base.

“More… Mmmmff~! I can take… more!” She sobbed, backing onto him.

“Sweet Jesus,” Krystal breathed, so close that Cole felt it wash against his abs. “She really can. You two look incredible together.”

The MILF’s hands were suspiciously absent and the blush that reached her ears was all the evidence he needed to read her excitement. She was knuckle-deep in her overstuffed snatch again.

Cole didn’t care. A barrage of nerve-searing bliss bombarded his entire being as he pounded harder into Lita’s luscious rear, setting her tiger tail tattoos to wagging.

The punk princess screamed into the sheets, shaking like a maraca, spraying more feminine nectar onto his swinging balls. Cole didn’t relent, rutting her ripe rump like a feral animal, barely holding back lest he ruptured something.

“Call me a bitch, sir!” Lita begged once she regained her faculties. “Tie me up and ride me every day! **** me like a chew toy and put me away wet!”

“You’re my bitch. Mine!” Cole growled, slapping her fleshy hindquarter before grabbing the back of her collar possessively. “This ass in mine. This pussy is mine.” His free hand savagely flicked her clit. “Every part of you belongs to me, understood?”

“YEEESSSSSS!!” She exploded, her insides clamping down with vise-like strength. “I’m yours!”

Shocking pleasure toppled them backward. Lita landed atop Cole in a reverse cowgirl position, jamming his final few inches straight into her spasming bowels.

She let out an earsplitting cry but didn’t stop moving atop him. Grabbing her tiny titties, she pogoed madly on his pole. Cole dashed sweat out of his eyes to watch her perfectly spherical ass-globes ricochet wildly off their crashing hips.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!” She repeated the mantra in sync with her clapping glutes. Tattooed flesh rippled and slapped together while her insides gripped and spasmed around him. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours…”

The spunky blonde exerted immense pressure, taking Cole to the hilt on every plunge. She was manic with lust, crazed with desire, altogether abandoning her sense of self in pursuit of that ultimate peak and giving everything to him.

“That’s right! Mine, all mine!” He bellowed, slamming upward to match her intensity. Her meaty rump rolled like a wave machine. “My beautiful fucktoy! My personal property who takes my hard dick whenever I demand it!”

Lita made an inarticulate gurgling sound. Cole’s cock was a blur between her jostling cheeks.

They maintained that frantic rhythm until their hearts threatened to seize. Perspiration glistened on their skin and Cole’s balls clamored for release. Lita jerked like an epileptic, splashing more pussy juices across his thighs, sending him soaring over the edge.

“MIIIIIIINE!!”

Roaring and pistoning madly into her clutching depths, Cole erupted. Spewing rope after rope of potent spunk into Lita’s bouncing booty as she milked him for every drop. They quaked in unison for over a minute before she collapsed sideways.

Krystal caught her in a warm embrace. Stroking her friend’s hair and smiled lovingly at both of them.

Cole needed a moment to clear the stars out of his vision.

“Is she okay?” He rasped, throat drier than sandpaper. “I didn’t hurt her…?”

“She’s fine, big guy.” Krystal assured, blowing him a kiss. “You were perfect. Precisely what she needed, now rest. I’ll tend to our pretty plaything. You’ll need the energy for your upcoming date with Rachael.”

Cole slung a forearm over his face and sank into the soaked bed, too exhausted to argue.

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