Could he raise that intensity? She wondered, feeling his hands roaming over her ass and thighs, making her pussy twitch. Ros had a feeling that the answer was a definite yes, and she looked forward to what he would do, sighing around his cock with a lewd moan as he continued to tease her. Her pussy twitched again against his tongue, it felt so good… maybe she should just let him do this to her forever? He’d relent eventually, right?
Then she felt the hands sneak back through her thighs, reaching around her lower back and holding her in place. She felt the slight gusts of air on her anus and realized his grip was locking her forward enough that she couldn’t deny him air if he misbehaved. Then she felt his tongue starting to work on her clit, those first slow circles whipping directly around her clit and pulled off his cock in shock.
“OOooo! Ah… haaah! Righ… NNN… right on my… Oh fuck… my clit… NNNN… cumming!” She cried out as he suddenly went for the jugular, relentlessly swiping her clit with his tongue, and causing her body to convulse. Her pussy spasmed over his head, her toes curling and eyes rolling back as she came brain-meltingly hard while he was flicking his tongue. Her grin was wide as he pushed her through, forcing her bucking hips to reign in, and then, even though she was still spine-tinglingly sensitive, he continued his assault.
“AAAh! N-n-n-oooohoho! W-wait it’s s-still- AAhn! Oh fuck… OH FUCK!” She cried out, then went silent and taught, her mouth gaping silently as another mind-clouding orgasm exploded on her quite quickly after the first. Now she squirted powerfully into his mouth and over his face as her legs practically vibrated from the feeling of her climaxes piling on top of one another, her head arching back as her eyelids fluttered.
“NNNNNNNG! N…No… n… not MORE…aaaah…. HAAAAAAaaaa!” She cried out, powerless as Rickett trapped her body in a series of brutal, shattering climaxes.
Rickett discovered through some trial and error that Roselyn’s favorite was hard sucks with his lips surrounding her clit and gently nibbling it, while inside his mouth his tongue gently worked at the top. Her second favorite was long, hard, rapid licks grinding against her clit and the region around it.
Roselyn felt her eyes refusing to come down, her mouth hanging open and drool coming out one side of it. Her strength was leaving her, and her head had fallen in the worst place- right next to his balls, where his heady nutscent continued to waft over her, adding fuel to the fire. The fingers of one hand still wrapped around his cock, feebly trying to get him off, but it was clear this was a losing battle and she couldn’t keep up at all.
“NNNNNNffff.. that’s… haaaah….the ninth….nnng…t-time…c…can’t sh…shtoooop…” she drawled, her hand going a little limp as she continued to twitch and convulse in Rickett’s hand. If this was a match, then it was pretty clear Roselyn was KOed by Rickett’s incredible pussy-eating!
Ana —
Bailey gave a moan as Rachael started to worship her cock, the thick veiny pillar twitching as her tongue and lips worked against it. She moaned softly as those small hands stroked around the massive shaft, up and down as she tried to nibble-kiss her way to the top. Bailey continued her slow, devouring laps at her pussy, only occasionally finding her ass for similar treatment. Her free hand gently massaged the ass cheeks she had spanked before lightly running along Rachael’s spine. Roselyn, she knew, had a hidden erogenous zone along the left side of the base of her back, and she was curious if Rachael had anything similar.
When the heavy meatstick entered Rachael’s mouth, Bailey gave another low moan, a thick dollop of heavily cinnamon scented pre invading Rachae’s throat and coating it for what was to come.
“That’s my princess… good girl…” she cooed soothingly, encouragingly as she watched Rachael managed to pop the first couple inches in of the incredibly thick shaft, a feat some women had trouble with by itself, but which Rachael was quite used to thanks to Rickett’s own hefty girth. The problem lay with it hitting the back of her mouth with only 2-3 inches done. With Rickett, that might have been a little under halfway. With Bailey, it was less than a third!
She felt the chemist struggle, adjusting her angle, and this time succeeding in lodging the weighty shaft in her throat. The heavy, constrictive vice of Rachael’s gullet cocooned around the vascular pillar, which twitched another thick dollop of pre as Bailey groaned for her, eyes fluttering as she watched the bulge of that cock push down Rachael’s throat. The small hands stroked the remainder of her shaft as Rachael forced her way down, but then she hit the limit of her tolerance, well short of her goal of Bailey’s base. The choke and gag caused her throat to clench tightly around Bailey’s shaft, making her balls tingle and her toes flex.
Bailey’s mouth continued inexorably against Rachael’s pussy, for her part, but she carefully helped the woman withdraw, her sputtering cough coating Bailey’s cock, and Bailey paused a moment, making sure she was okay. What she got instead was a defiant plea for Bailey’s help in taking the big futa’s mammoth slab of dickmeat all the way to the base, and Bailey grinned in appreciation. “Of course, Princess.”
Her hand took hold of Rachael’s hair as the brunette gave it another go, feeling it as it worked into her throat, and then the slow slide down. This time was a bit quicker, the cock coated with throat slop and a bit of Bailey’s own pre, making it easier to take. As Rachael approached the limit from before, Bailey shoved down ruthlessly with her considerable power, pushing the last couple inches inside as Rachael nose burrowed into Bailey’s weighty ballsack, her lips finally flush with, and indeed pressing a bit into, Bailey’s pelvis.
And then Bailey’s steel-hard arm held her there. “By the way… where wasn’t my tongue supposed to go?” She chuckled softly, before burying it in Rachael’s ass. Her thick muscle bullied the sphincter open and then wriggled inside, her weak point not lost on the blonde futa in the slightest. It wasn’t artful, the way Rickett might have been, but it had the advantage of timing and sheer brute force as her tongue circled and lapped at the inside of Rachael’s nether hole.
In the same moment, two fingers speared into Rachael’s pussy, finding her G-spot and starting to walk over it, while her thumb rolled around Rachael’s clit. Bailey knew her tongue game was only pretty good, but she was far more confident in those tireless, strong digits as she went full court press against Rachael, able to hold her pussy and rear in place even if she tried to move or wriggle away. She’d been watching the show with Roselyn and Rickett, and while not jealous in the least, loving watching her wife’s brain melt, she was quite competitive. She wanted to give it her best shot at the very least.
Then too- this was more training. “Feel that, Princess?” She whispered devilishly, pausing her tongue’s work against Rachael’s ass. “Feel your brain making connections between the depth of my cock, and your body climaxing? Don’t worry… we’ll have you nice and trained to cum whenever I reach this spot by the time this boat ride ends.”
Bailey was an excellent judge for how long someone’s oxygen would last, and pulled Rachael’s head back just far enough to let her gulp air- air filled with the musky scent of Bailey’s nutsack staining her nose -before driving her head back down to the base once more. Forcibly reshaping her throat to make the journey easier in the future, even as her relentless anal licking and pussy-fingering continued once she was back down at the base.
Bailey kept at it until she felt Rachael’s resistance and muscle strength completely dissolve into a spasming, orgasmic wreck, and only then did she get her reward. On the final drive down, Bailey unloaded her own first cumshot directly into Rachael’s stomach, huge balls producing heavy jets of thick cum that filled her up. Then she pulled back while she was still twitching, the third and fourth jet splashing into Rachael’s mouth. Then she pulled her fully out, holding up Rachael’s head like a trophy, showing off her dazed, orgasmic eyes, gaping mouth, and drooling, limp tongue off to Rickett. Bailey’s mouth spread into a confident smile as she locked eyes with him, wordlessly promising that he was next!
Brukalius —
Rachael felt exhilarated for a guided shot at deepthroating Bailey. It would take her dozens if not more additional attempts to stretch herself enough to get that monster of a cock fully into her throat and she would likely be too nauseous by the end to enjoy the satisfaction. If Bailey helped, she might be a bit rough about it and the thought made her pussy tingle against the next swipe of Bailey’s tongue. Rachael grinned back at her and brought up one of her hands to wipe her face before she turned back to the massive cock in front of her to give it another kiss.
Relaxing her jaw again, she pushed her head forward and felt the impossible thickness slide deeper until it reached her throat. Rachael felt a small gag that she repressed as she worked her length past the entrance and deeper. She could feel Bailey’s hand tightening in her hair making slight tugs of pain as she sunk deeper and she her orgasm building from Bailey’s tongue accelerate. Abruptly, she found her head being shoved downward and a dull pain in her throat as the considerable rest of Bailey’s cock sank to the hilt.
Rachael’s eyes were wide at the feeling of her throat bulging with tears now liberally filling the corners, but she still relished the success of meeting her objective. Feeling her body convulse once at the overpowering feeling and lack of air, she moved to pull back but found she couldn’t. She tried to groan, but it stuck in her windpipe. Hearing Bailey’s words, a delighted fear raced through her but she had no time to react as that powerful tongue drove itself into her nethers. NOT RIGHT NOW BAILEY NNNNNGGGHH.
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