Ro3: Rick Can't Take It

“No, no more...” Rick panted, lying back on the floor as Suzanne took his semi-flaccid organ into her mouth in an attempt at coaxing it back to life. He was so sensitive from cumming so many times that the sensation was actually painful. Feeling as though his cock was about to fall off he pushed away feebly at Suzanne's head, she slowly pulled back making a lewd sucking noise as his member came free. Long strands of thick spittle hung from her chin and lips to his cock, they wobbled as she spoke.

“Come on, one more time. I know your little stub of a prick wants more of me, look, it's trying to get hard again!”

“Of course it is, that doesn't mean anything at this point!” After his third orgasm Suzanne had expressed her disappointment with him for not getting erect and gone off to procure some of her husband's Viagra. She practically ****-fed him two of the little blue pills and then got right back on the horse, so to speak. He had stopped counting his orgasms when he realized his cock could keep track for him. By his dick's count he was somewhere between 'way too many' and 'oh God, I'm going to die if I cum again'.

“Last time, I promise,” Suzanne said as she knelt over top of Rick, guiding his cock towards her gradually loosening asshole. It was difficult to **** in this time, far too pliant, but as the blood timidly engorged the shaft it slipped in. She had to hold it upright as she began fucking herself on his dick, her pendulous breasts jiggling in time with her excited bounces.

“That's what you said last time,” Rick whimpered. She'd broken him, she'd reduced Shannon to a similar state but in the end Shannon opted to flee. Rick was hers now, he wouldn't be going anywhere until she gave the okay.

Rick clamped his eyes shut and bit down on his lip, fingers clutching the fabric of the carpet all in order to overcome the excruciating pleasure. His toes curled and uncurled with each rise of the MILF towering over him. Suzanne laughed at him, saying that he looked like a girl enjoying her first orgasm. Then she looked up and impaled her ass all the way to the base of Rick's dick, not to rise again.

“Please, don't stop on my account.”

Rick had to crane his neck around to see who had spoken, he wound up with an ant's eye view of one of the hottest women he'd ever seen in his life. His cock instantly lengthened to it's full potential as he watched the woman shake the rain off a long dark trench coat with the jingling of the largest assortment of golden jewelry he'd ever seen off of a rap star. Hers was nice though, not gaudy at all. It seemed to suit her for some reason.

Her white shirt had been turned transparent from the rain—wait, was it even raining?—giving him a perfect view of two wide aureola, even her nipples were adorned with a small chain running between her breasts. Her dark tanned skin made her seem especially exotic, making her look like a modern day Cleopatra. Rick felt something warm running down onto his pelvis, he looked down to see Suzanne's pussy dripping fluids like someone had turned on a faucet inside her passage. Evidently she found the newcomer as hot as he did.

“Who are you?” Suzanne asked, she may have been a nympho but her maternal instincts kicked in when this stranger walked into her den. She didn't know what it was, but her presence here just didn't feel right.

“Who do I look like?” She responded with a grin.

“A... Dark woman.”

The woman laughed. “Fair enough. I've been called that before, but I was hoping you'd say 'a guest'. I've come at Joan's invitation.”

Rick felt a slight pressure come off of his cock as Suzanne relaxed. He was glad for it, the grip Suzanne's anus had on him was almost enough to make him pass out in his over sensitive state.

The dark woman knelt down, giving Rick and Suzanne a good look down her shirt. No tan lines. Rick immediately envisioned the dark woman lying naked but for her golden ornaments in the sun, her ringed fingers wandering between her lower lips to dance among her folds while her unparalleled breasts heaved as she panted faster and faster, a crowd gathering to watch her lost in lust. He winced and came unbidden inside Suzzane's ass and felt his head swim. He finally passed out while the dark woman unclasped an anklet and presented it to Suzanne.

“For your unborn,” she explained. “It will keep them healthy and safe.”

“My unborn? How can you tell if I'm pregnant?” Suzanne asked as she examined the anklet. It was heavy and golden, decorated with turquoise and inscribed with a ♊. Her eyes grew wide when she realized that it was pure gold, what's more while the anklet was shining with obvious care it looked positively ancient.

“Anyone with eyes that can see could tell. You're glowing.”

A warm feeling fell over Suzanne. She was pregnant again. With Sharon's foal. She could already see the look on her daughter's face when she told her. Becoming pregnant had always been such a cold clinical operation for her before, in every sense. To have life growing inside of her grown out of love and passion rather than at the hands of an in vitro fertilization specialist? It was... Wonderful. Hands positively shaking. Suzanne clamped the golden artifact around her ankle, to her surprise the clasp seemed to melt into the anklet effectively locking it in place, then she gasped as the warmth she felt doubled in strength... Particularly in her chest and womb.

Her already sizable breasts ballooned another cup size, and tiny droplets of milk formed on her nipples which themselves grew in preparation of suckling. Her stomach bulged outwards as the life inside her grew at an unprecedented speed. She hugged her expanding stomach protectively as the maternal instincts which normally developed gradually over the course of a pregnancy came crashing down on her all at once. By the time the process was ended she looked to be at least six months pregnant. She bent downwards and kissed the swell of her belly, lost in motherhood.

“It still works, lovely.” The woman stated, as if she were commenting on the weather. “I haven't had occasion to use it myself for a long time. I know you're rather engrossed with your womb right now, but I need you to listen. I want to surprise the twins, so when I leave I want you to forget I was ever here. Do you promise me you will do this?” Suzanne absently nodded, eliciting a grin from the dark woman. “Excellent. Now, I'm going to take this man off of your hands for now. Don't worry, he'll be mostly intact when I'm done with him. Would you kindly direct me to your basement?”

She pointed towards a door and stood up from Rick's **** body. She moved to lie down on the couch where she began caressing her womb in wide circles, gradually circling lower and lower until her hands met the passage that Sharon had used to make her like this. With no need for personal foreplay she shoved her hand into her slavering birth canal and masturbated at the memory of being impregnated. True to her word when the dark woman left unnoticed with Rick she forgot ever meeting her, after all, a promise is a promise.

Joan peered into the room and saw her mother completely naked and incredibly pregnant jilling herself on the couch. Both her hands in their entirety had disappeared into her dripping delta, and she seemed to be trying to find the optimal angle for getting as much of her arm into her cunt as possible. Joan was relieved, this wasn't nearly as messed up as what she had seen Sharon getting up to.

*written by FK