Alkim fucks Mikaella's brains out

Alkim

“Oh fuckkk…” Her breaths started coming faster.

Mikaella was more than lubed up enough for the both of them, but Alkim decided to follow her lead, giving his dick a few good pumps from crown to stem, coating his length in the slick, addictive precum he never seemed to run out of.

In reality, his internal stores were far from limitless: maintaining them required a continuous renewal of resources and a continuous supply of energy. At that moment there were billions of ion channels opening and closing as willed, delivering simple monomers throughout his body to his glands, where they could be combined into ever larger polymers. Active transport was the most metabolically expensive process in cellular biology, and at this scale of production he was burning hundreds of Calories in glucose with each load, as much as a serious workout. At first he’d been pleased to see increased muscle definition in the mirror, but that was pure vanity. If Alkim lost any more weight, those muscles would be broken down next.

Good fucking thing I brought that breastmilk protein shake, or I’d never be able to reload so quickly. Alkim had never been a fan of liquid calories, but his new metabolism required ever more numerous and easily digestible sources of ready-made energy: exactly what millions of years of evolution had shaped human breastmilk into. The concoction still needed some fine-tuning, but it was undoubtedly the best protein shake Alkim ever had, far better than any made from soy, almond, or cow’s milk.

Alkim’s desires and libido had directed his body into improving its capacity for sex, but that blind process might have already reached its limits. Further enhancements, he believed, would require more deliberate, targeted modifications to his own physiology. Eventually, Alkim wanted to be able to cum multiple times in a short span without needing to eat and drink so much between rounds, but doing so would necessitate a greater capacity to store energy, and water.

All his attempts at increasing his energy stores via glycogen had failed. Body fat could hold enough energy, but not in a form he could break down quickly. He simply didn’t know enough to fix that. Yet.

Water storage should be simpler. His first plan was to try enlarging his spleen: the extra reserves of blood would help to buffer those massive swings in blood pressure and fluid levels that came with his excessive cum production. The idea came to him from a documentary about the physiology of large animals. A racehorse’s huge spleen could store excess blood before a big sprint. That seemed much simpler than figuring out how to produce the elliptical blood cells of a camel that could withstand massive swings in water concentration.

Powers or no, it was no easy thing to replicate the products of millions of years of evolution, much less improve upon them.

And cumming wasn’t the only thing that used up his water reserves. All the energy that didn’t directly go into new chemical bonds was released as heat, heat that his body was doing its damndest to dissipate the only way it could. Rivulets of sweat trickled down from his neck, his chest, his back, and his oversized sack. Alkim lifted the GoPro’s headband so he could wipe his brow, then dried his hands on the bedsheet. He reached out with his mind and found his glands only half full. That’ll do for now. While he digested that protein shake, his cum factories would keep working on their own until he was ready to unload.

Alkim grabbed his cock and pressed the head to the entrance of Mikaella’s awaiting pussy. The moment she felt its touch her hips instinctively rose to meet him, gyrating, coating the crown in her juices, trying to work it in. Both were so thoroughly lubricated that it would have been the easiest thing in the world for him to slip inside her, bury himself to the hilt. Instead, he pinned her down by her waist. Alkim knew he could have had her by now; he just wanted to hear her say the words.

“Tell me what you want.”

Mikaella was not one for subtlety: she simply swung her free leg out to the side, spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers and begged, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her head slammed back against the sheets with each shameless, desperate plea.

Damn if I don’t love to hear her beg… His cock swelled larger, harder, pulsing powerfully in his grip. Alkim decided that subtlety was overrated. By his next heartbeat, he was inside her.

Mikaella screamed in ecstasy at the moment of insertion, slowly decreasing in volume as her lungs deflated while he continued to push inside. When he was barely two inches deep, her back arched up like she’d been shocked, before abruptly slamming back to the bed and repeating the process all over.

Alkim felt her insides clenching and pulsing around his cock, trying to wring him out like a wet towel. His cock answered, firing off a burst of precum into that tight little pussy as he continued to push inside. Impossibly, she seemed to get even tighter, until he suddenly sensed heat and wetness splashing against his legs, enough to coat his pendulous sack.

“OooOOhHOo myyyy gAAAwwwdd…” Mikaella moaned uncontrollably.

What the-? Mikaella’s a squirter?!

He’d seen her cum many times in the past few weeks, but never quite like this: he’d only been inside her for all of two seconds before she got off harder than ever. Once the last of it trickled out, she seemed to finally notice, staring down at the messy wet patch of bedding with wide, unbelieving eyes, even more shocked than he was.

Note to self: buy extra sheets.

“Fuuuuck, I’m sorryyyy…”

Alkim smiled. “Don’t be, I liked it.” It wasn’t the most convenient or hygienic habit, yet he was far from upset. It made him feel accomplished. He’d only ever made one girl squirt before, and that, too, had come as a surprise. “I usually hold it in,” Aly had said, “but sometimes I can’t control it when I’m, like, super drunk…” He wondered if Mikaella was the same, only instead of liquor, she was drunk on him.

Mikaella almost looked drunk with her face so flushed with embarrassment. “Literally, th-that’s never happened before… like, I didn’t know I-I…” She sounded drunk, too.

He bent over to shut her up with a kiss, slipping her some extra chemical relief. Her breathing slowed, and she reciprocated his surprise-tonguing gladly. He gave her a few seconds to calm down before he pulled back. “It’s okay, I believe you.”

Alkim was oddly pleased with himself, but still no less eager than Mikaella to get to the main event. He snatched up the comforter and roughly sopped up the excess fluids from their legs before tossing it to the floor. His hands wrapped around her tiny waist, holding her tightly to his groin as he knee-walked his way back to the edge of the mattress, never pulling out. He planted his feet onto the hardwood floor and stood up with his dick plugging her sopping wet cunt and grabbed Mikaella’s ankles in his hands. “Just don’t be surprised if it happens again.”

He thrust forward again, burrowing past the tight, spasming walls of her pussy. Before she could even cry out, he had pulled back and pushed in once again. The frantic pounding drove the air from Mikaella’s lungs, leaving her gasping for each breath. Now that he knew she could last quite a while without fresh oxygen, he saw no reason to hold back.

Mikaella seemed to be of the same mind. It took her a few thrusts to catch her breath, but once she had it, she made sure to use it. She screamed and moaned like a real pornstar, offering lewd encouragement to keep him and their unseen audience locked in.

“Fuck! It’s so biiiiiig!”

“Ngh! You’re so fucking tight!”

A tight little pussy to match her tight little body. Alkim was shocked to find that he’d bottomed out completely without hitting her cervix, even after adding a couple of inches to his cock. Still, his new proportions made things a bit awkward. Alkim still wasn’t used to the absurdly heavy, pendulous sack swinging forward with each thrust of his hips. Fucking Mikaella in missionary forced him to adopt a wider stance just to avoid painfully crushing his giant balls between their thighs.

Mikaella never let up. “Fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me like that! Pound that pussy! Fuck me with that magic diiiiIICK!”

Alkim hadn’t gotten to hear this side of her until now, not with his dick always plugging up her mouth. As it turned out, he liked having things a little less one-sided.

“Yeah, you like that, slut?”

“I looOvee ittt!”

It was a good start, but Alkim wanted to try another position, both for himself and for the video they were nominally shooting. He made good on his talk of using her and didn’t wait for her permission. He just flipped her over, grabbed her hips, pulled her up to her hands and knees, and started fucking her from behind. His oversized balls clapped against her inner thighs. The added pressure seemingly forced even more precum from his Cowper’s gland. He groaned at the unexpected relief and kept fucking her relentlessly.

The combination of hard pistoning and chemistry proved extremely potent. Mikaella squealed and rocked forward with each thrust, too preoccupied to keep talking dirty beyond occasionally yelling “Yes!” and “Alkim!” Within a couple minutes she’d fallen forward onto her elbows, having either lost the strength to hold herself up, or the brain power needed to control her arms.

Not that it really mattered. Nothing else mattered now that he was inside her. He grabbed a fistful of pink and black hair and pulled back, drawing even throatier moans from the overstimulated girl.

Alkim never dated in high school but managed to lose his virginity the day after his college orientation. Though he enjoyed the chase, the courting, he mostly just wanted to get his rocks off, clear his head. He did his best to make sex a regular part of his routine: built up an air of casual indifference and made connections with like-minded women from his dorms and classes. That was something he sorely missed since graduation.

Sucking Kate’s tits and getting blown by Mikaella had restored his appetite, but last night with Ania had woken him up. He hadn’t realized until he was fucking that pear-bottomed MILF raw how much he’d missed good pussy. Even so, as sexy as Ania was, the whole affair was far too weird and transactional to scratch that itch. He’d trained himself on a very different type of woman, a different kind of fucking. This kind.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Alkim! Please! Use meeee!!!”

Once again, he had a tight-bodied ABG on his cock, screaming his name, begging for more. With that pillar restored, the Earth and Sky had finally returned to their proper alignment. The more he fucked Mikaella, the more she reminded him of his former friend-with-benefits. She was not as sexy as Krystal, not as athletic as Ruili, nor as smart as Aly. Yet none of those qualities seemed important anymore. Mikaella was here, she was all his, and she loved the contents of his balls more than life itself. He was going to make his cock-worshipping Filipina cum over and over again until the very idea of touching another man became unthinkable. He was going to stamp the inside of her pussy. He was going to break her, remake her, until she really was his perfect little slut.

Fuck yessss!

He pounded away until they were one sweaty, panting mess. It wasn’t much longer before he wanted to see what she could do when she was on top.

“Your turn.” Alkim panted. “Bounce on it!” He smacked her ass, spurring her into motion.

Mikaella was already on it. “Oh god, fuck! Yes!”

He spanked her again. “Come on! Show me what all those sugar daddies were buying! Fuck me like the rent’s due!”

She did as he bade, bringing in her legs so she could spring herself up and down with as little wasted motion as possible, twerking and jerking off his cock tighter than even his own fist. What Mikaella lacked in curves, she made up for with compact and efficient movements.

“Holy shit!” It was better than he’d have believed. He felt his prick tighten, shooting another salvo of precum into Mikaella’s bare, permeable insides, causing her to clench even more tightly around him. Alkim was finding it increasingly hard to keep his head (and the camera) pointed up at her.

Fuuuuck I should never have doubted her! Of fucking course she knows how to finish a man off quickly!

Alkim was nearing the end of his rope, but he wasn’t ready for their first fuck to end so soon. His balls hadn’t even finished preparing this next load, and if he went off now, there was no way he would be able to get it up again for round three. Just the attempt would probably end with him blacking out from dehydration.

“Shit! Mikaella! Fucking slow down, girl!”

Of course, Mikaella didn’t slow down at all. She just wanted his load, and she didn’t want to wait a single goddamn second. “Fuck! Fuck! Cum inside me! Do it! Please! Please! Pleaseeee!”

Alkim stopped her just seconds before he lost control by roughly shoving her off his dick. He could have sworn he felt pussy protesting the whole way, clutching and squeezing him as she fell backward onto the mattress, until he finally pulled out of that wet, suckling tunnel.

“Noooooo!” Mikaella whined. “Don’t stooooop!”

“Fuuuck, just gimme a moment here.” He squeezed his dick at the base to keep from cumming.

She wasn’t taking it well. “Keep fucking meee!”

He shut her up with a kiss while he gave his cock a moment to recover. Her hands sought out his shaft, but he stopped her from jerking him off. He broke off the kiss.

Rebuffed, Mikaella fingered herself and sucked the precum off each digit. “Pleaseeee just fuck meeee!” she pleaded. When he didn’t, her patience broke completely. Mikaella’s desperate pleas melted together into an obscene mantra. “FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Alkim could no longer deny her needs, nor his own.

He slid two hands under her thighs and lifted her off the bed until she was hovering right over his dick. He let gravity pull her down, feeling her pussy lips spreading around him, swallowing him back up, while her other lips gaped and moaned. When she was fully impaled he raised her up and off his cock until only the head was left inside her. That her body would not let go of, clenching tightly around his most sensitive part like a vice. Mercifully, he had no intention of pulling out again. He began to bounce her up and down like that at the quickest pace his muscles could maintain.

“OH MY GOD! YES!” Mikaella did her best to hold onto her bucking stallion: slender legs clenched around his hips, while her nails scrabbled at his back as she did her best to hold onto him.

The pain barely registered over the constant stream of sensation from his cock. Every couple of seconds her tight ass crashed against his groin with the loud slap of skin on skin as her tight, clenching pussy took the full force of his savage upward thrusts.

All the while, that seemingly endless supply of precum kept spraying into her and mixing with her own juices. Her pussy must have gotten stuffed to capacity, as messy, white globs were pushed out every time he pushed in, splattering down onto the once-spotless hardwood floors. Mikaella would never have allowed so much of his precum to go to waste, but she didn’t notice a thing beyond the constant pounding between her legs, grunting instinctively as he bounced her on his dick.

“Uh huh! Uh huh! Yes! Yes! Ugh!”

As much as Alkim loved those involuntary copulatory vocalizations, they still had a porno to make.

“Hey!” He slapped her ass. “Pay attention, slut!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!”

“Are you all mine?”

“Yes!”

“My pocket pussy?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“My personal pornstar?”

“Yes! Your pornstar! Just yours!”

Her ass crashed down onto his groin with the clap of skin on skin, while his oversized balls slapped into her thighs with each thrust of his hips, battering and staining her with their combined fluids. That schoolgirl skirt kept flapping around, providing his sack with a nice, cooling breeze, but the heat was still building inside him.

“Ugh! What if I want more?”

“Mpphhh! Morre whaaaaat?”

“More women! More pussy!”

“Oh gooOOOD!”

“That’s not an answer! Will you share this dick with another slut? Like Ania?”

“Fuck! Yes! I’ll do it! Whatever you want!” She moaned between breaths as he kept bouncing her up and down on his dick.

“Would you still be my good girl?”

“Alwayyysss!”

“Oh yeah? What if I wanted to fuck Ania first? What if I made you wait your turn?”

Mikaella mewled and whined at the mere suggestion of waiting, but she didn’t hold out for long. “MMM! I could wait my turn! I’ll still be good! I promise!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Cum addict gonna’s share the load?”

“Mhm! Yes! Yes! Yes! Share the looOOAD!”

Oh fuck! “Yeah? You’re gonna lick all my cum out of Ania’s fucking MILF pussy?”

“FUCK YES! I don’t care where you put it! I LOVE that fucking magic cum! OH! OH! OH!”

That’s what really made Mikaella special: she simply wanted him more than anyone else. No, she doesn’t want me, she needs me. She couldn't last a minute in his presence without sucking his dick in the middle of traffic, could hardly think or sleep without a load in her tummy. Every moment of pleasure, every screaming orgasm, they all went through him. He was the gatekeeper of her satisfaction, and he was pretty sure she knew that without understanding or caring at all about the why. To her, his dick was pure magic, and that’s all she needed to know.

Alkim balls kept churning away, and every gland and muscle fiber in his body was turned towards satisfying his slut’s cravings. Sweat poured down his brow from the heat of his exertions and exothermic chemical reactions beyond count. He could feel his biceps creaking like a branch about to splinter, but he pushed through the pain, pushed right back into that perfect little pussy. Her insides fluttered and clenched like she’d been tasered, sucking at his slick dick with every withdrawal.

Everything else faded away. His world narrowed until he saw nothing but the tight body of his fuckdoll, heard nothing but screams of feminine pleasure and the clapping of skin on skin, and felt nothing but that tight, gripping pussy fluttering around his cock.

“FUCK MEEEEEE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUUU!!! CUM INSIIIIDE!!! FUCK! PLEASE!!! BREED ME! PUT A BABY IN MEEEE!!!”

That did the trick. Mikaella’s pornographic screams cut through to the most primal portion of his primate brain. He forgot all about the video, the IUD she’d just gotten. As far as his mind and body knew, they were making a baby.

Alkim’s huge sack lifted, his cock pulsed, he slammed the cock-hungry girl down to the root, and he came.

Mikaella screamed the instant his seed reached her raw pussy. “YES! YES! YESSSSS!” Her arms and legs locked around his back, while her pussy clenched around his shaft tighter than a closed fist, desperate to wring out every last drop from her absurdly fertile lover. That proved to be a great many drops.

Cum gushed out of him, enough to paint her insides white, overflowing her pussy within seconds. It burst from the space between her pussy lips and his dick like a busted water main. From then on, every pulse of his cock, and every contraction of his balls was just overkill. He felt the excess running down his sack, splattering all over the floor. Yet even this wasn’t enough for him nor her.

Alkim held her in his arms like that, impaled on his cock while her pussy did everything it could to grip, squeeze, and worship his fountaining cock with all the skill and devotion of her mouth, milking him for all his worth. The heat of production was overwhelming; sweat poured down his brow, stinging his eyes. His arms and legs shook like Jello. He couldn’t hold her up any longer, and it took all his remaining strength to walk them back to the bed before he allowed himself to fall back onto the mattress, still inside her, still delivering the last of his copious load into his cum-loving slut.

Alkim had no idea how long it took him to finish cumming, especially through the constant contractions from that tight pussy. But eventually he sensed his cock had finished pulsing, and his balls and prostate were finally emptied.

Fuuuuck me, I need water.

Exhausted, he threw off the GoPro and untangled himself from her full-body hug. While Mikaella’s hands and legs had gone limp enough to remove, her pussy was still fighting in vain for more cum, squeezing his sensitive cockhead a bit too tightly for his comfort. He rolled over to put Mikaella on her back, then pulled out of that stuffed pussy that almost refused to let him go before he finally got free, inadvertently causing even more of his seed to spill out now that he was no longer plugging the gap.

Wait, did she say she loved me? He was pretty sure she had said that and much more that he was not yet ready to unpack.

Mikaella’s face had been frozen with oversaturated bliss: closed eyes, open mouth, tongue sticking out just past her teeth. Once he pulled out she gasped for breath, writhed in place, then began babbling unintelligibly. All he could make out for sure were the words: “cum slut,” “share the load,” “baby,” “love,” and of course, “Alkim.”

Did she always have a breeding kink? Or was that just for the video? Kind of a weird thing to scream the same day she got an IUD.

Though, perhaps that was a normal enough direction for her mind to go in this state. By any honest appraisal, Mikaella was totally wasted; cumdrunk, tripping balls in the most literal sense.

After he came inside Ania, she got very high, very fast, muttering strange hallucinations for at least thirty minutes, and her speech was slurred for hours more. Mikaella was considerably smaller than the caucasian MILF, but he’d assumed she must have developed at least some tolerance to his cum after drinking so much of it. If so, he couldn’t tell from her behavior. Direct and prolonged exposure to his cum within her pussy seemed to be having a far stronger effect than oral ingestion, more than her body could process quickly.

Perhaps her stomach acid neutralizes some of its potency, and this way allows more chemicals to be absorbed over a longer time frame? Could be. Gonna need more tests to be sure. She’ll love that.

Maybe oral ingestion wasn’t as potent, but that didn’t mean Mikaella was done with that. Even now, high as she was, the cum-addicted Filipina kept scooping up the excess cum, and bringing it back to her mouth.

Fucking wow. She just won’t quit.

There was nothing else for him to do but hydrate, observe, and wait for her to sober up.

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