NOVEL NEXT Chapter 72: Pussy Overflow
The pussy was wet, and her juices would be dripping down her ass to her thighs as I would keep her senseless. Look at you, I moaned, and pushed my thumb against her clit and rubbed it in punishing circles. "You love this, don't you? The love like that is my personal fucktoy, my breeding slut.
"YESSS—!" she screamed, and her body twitched around me, and her nails raked down my back. "AAAAH—! I love it! Nnngh!—I love your cock—! Please, don't stop—! Aaaahhh—!"
I wasn't going to.
"I'm not coming out until and unless you're stuffed to the brim with my cum," I snarled, and my cock throbbed as I sank to the root and my hips scraped against hers.
She stiffened her body, and then her breath came in with ragged, broken gasps. "I.... I'm gonna—! Nnngh!--I'm going to squirt again, hmmm....aaaaaaaaah.
"Do it, I said, in a deep, jealous growl. "Cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are.
And she shattered.
Her spine was up, the pussy contracting around me as her orgasm ran through her, her scream raw and desperate. "AAAAAAH—!! Dexter—! I am gonna.... aaaaaaaaah"
I didn't stop.
I couldn't.
Never when she was this good--when her pussy was sucking me and her walls fluttered all around my cock as I pushed it into her. I was grabbing up her hips, and my fingers were drilling to the point of bruising as I drove into her, my cock in her, my orgasm coursing at the bottom of my spine.
"Fuck you, you are perfect," I groaned, feeling my thumb against her asshole, rubbing it up the tight ring. "I am going to stuff this pussy and you will be dripping with my cum days."
And then I came.
I growled and buried myself deep, and my cock twitched, and I flooded her with my cum, pumping thick and hot in spurts into her. "Take it," I said, with my deep rumbling voice, and pressed her against me. "Every. Last. Drop."
Kerry fell under me, spent, trembling in that pussy and full of my cum. Her thighs were oily with it, her breath was in disjointed, broken gasps, as she tried to get on her feet again. Her skin was flushed, her hair wet with perspiration, her lips inflamed with the biting.
I slipped my cock out of her in a calculated, dirty slowness, the damp kiss of her pussy clad to my body--an oily, obscene pop as her swollen lips stuck to my cock. At last exhausted, my cock grew tender, its paining intensity the close of its very strict urgency.
As I stepped over her entrance with my great head, a torrent of cum poured out in a hot, sticky gush. It ran down her spread thighs and collected in a glittering pool underneath her ass, an oily witness to what we had just done.
"Nnngh—!" Kerry whimpered, and the body that had just been filled suddenly emptied, and her frightened fingers tore at the cloth. "Aaaah…" Another huge burst of cum squirted out of her pulsing pussy as she uttered another needy, broken sound as it ripped out of her throat.
"D-Dexter…" Her voice was uncouth and harsh, her hips jerking as though she wanted to thrust it back in--or as though she were asking me to thrust it in her.
Look at you, I snarled, pushing my thumb against her stained and swollen slit, to cause another burst of cum to play out. "Such a mess." My fingers went down the sticky, white rivers that were dripping along her thighs and thrust them back in with a slowness, a deliberateness that had the effect of pushing them deep within her. "You are so leaky like the weepings of a broken little slut."
"Aaaah—! Hmmm…" With a moan, she threw aside her back out of the bed, her legs reached farther apart--weetly gave herself, implored without a word.
"It's—too much—…" she whined, though her hips rose, rubbing against my hand, and seeking the intensity, the fullness, the possession.
"No such thing," I grumbled, my fingers scraping up more of my cum, and pushing it back into her voracious cunt. You are supposed to be dripping me.
I bent over, and my lips touched her ear, purring darkly. "Tomorrow I want you to walk just like that. Leak out of you with each step as it were, my seed."
"Nnngh—!" Her body shivered, another batch of cum pouring out of her pussy as her walls contracted on nothing, and she was willing to be filled again. "P-please…" she wept, and her nails sank into my arm. I—I can not hold it--all coming out, I--!
Good, I growled, and my cock twitched since I saw her ruined pussy, still throbbing, still weeping over me. "Because you're mine, Kerry. And mine stays inside you."
Her throat was in the grip of my free hand, and she was made to look at the mess of her leg, the cum dripping off of her, the shiver of her body, the pathetic need of her glazed eyes. "Now tell me who is the owner of this pussy."
"Y-you—!" she screamed, and her voice fissured as the next spurt of cum dripped down her, falling on my fingers. "Aaaah—! It's yours, Dexter! It's all yours!"
"Yes, bitch" I said, and the mouth crashed against her, and I drank in her whimpers and her desperation and the salt of her tears, and forced my tongue in between her teeth. My hand never ceased-- pushing, scooping, shoving my cum deeper inside her, so that she remained stuffed full of me.
By the time I managed to withdraw, her lips were both bruised and swollen, and her eyes were glazed, and her pussy was still streaming my cum down onto the cold stone below her. Kerry was so tired that she passed out into sleep there, and never thought of the reason I had been making love to her in the first place, and curing her with each stroke.
She had forgotten her sore pussy, her sensitive nipples, how I had made use of her to heal her.
But fuck--simply the sight of them, lying there all three of them, with their limbs bound up together, their skin wet with sweat and wasted lust, my cock twitched defiantly as it pushed itself against my thigh. They were a mess. A beautiful fucking mess.
The hut smelled of sex, and it was the scent of sour musk, the bitter odor of squirting, and the clinging odor of dried cum on a human body. It was everywhere.
On the thighs of Ada, still greasy with my pumping. On the ass of Kerry, where I had made a brand of it like a cunt. The stone upon which they rested was even sticky with the same.
I flicked between Ada and Ruth, the narrow bed, which was hard as stone, and just large enough to fit three. I pulled Ada to me, and her body fit with mine, the feeling of her warm and heavy tits against my chest.
Ruth lay cuddled against my left, and Kerry, even asleep, fastened to my right, her thighs holding tighter than they can, as though in an attempt to keep my cum in her. Her fingers jerked back against my stomach, her whimpers died to a low, needy moan, and deeper she sank into the slumber of her cum-drunk sorrow.
I smirked into the dark.
Sleep now, slut.
When she woke up… I'd fuck the rest of it out of her.