Futa Cucks the Boyfriend

Hi everyone, finally managed to finish this one, it’s part of the ‘vote-your-own-story’ series, hope you all enjoy, will put another vote out very soon! Please comment your thoughts and let me know if you liked it!

TSG123 x

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Olivia looked up into deep, brown eyes, and hummed with contentment.

Her legs were parted, crotch soaked, arms hugging the woman on top of her who was sliding her huge cock in and out of Olivia’s quivering snatch.

The girl moaned as she wrestled with the thickness of that dick inside her, overcome with such a feeling of fullness that it was impossible to resist. She could only let herself be carried by it, coaxed towards a state of total release.

“Ooooooh.”

“That’s it baby,” said Roselyn, who was grinding, merging their hips in a slow rut that had Olivia cooing with each sheathing of her dick.

The gaze that Roselyn bore was one of intense concentration, so overcome was she by the tightness of the girl’s pussy, the way her pin-prick nipples rubbed up against her hard thimbles.

“Huuh!”

The smaller figure was beginning to smile, a weird manic curve that was somehow apart from herself, not even hiding how much she was enjoying the sensations plunging deep into her belly.

“Cum for me,” Roselyn commanded, a muscle tightening in her jaw, and Olivia felt it all bubble up, obediently heaving as her pussy lips began to spasm around the thick entrant, fingers digging into Roselyn’s back as she swamped their crotches in pussy juice.

“Huuunnnnnnnn….”

The young woman’s grimace became a soul-deep smile as pleasure overtook her, and Roselyn let out a few final jerky pumps of her legs before burying herself inside, moaning as she felt the liquid heat surrounding her cock.

As soon as it began jerking within her, Olivia whinnied, huffing through the sensation of pints of cum flowing into the incredible mixture in her womb, a sharp cocktail of bodily fluids that glued their lower halves together, overflowing onto the bedsheets as the two figures writhed in each other’s arms.

Somewhere outside a car-horn blared, but the figures remained connected, a single organism basking in calmness after the storm.

After a minute of enjoying the post-coital haze, Roselyn muttered in Olivia’s ear.

“Having any second thoughts?”

Olivia snorted, and pressed her lips into the gorgeous woman above her.

Roselyn didn’t hesitate, and buried her tongue so far down the girls throat that when she came up for air both girls were red in the face and heaving oxygen into their starving lungs.

“None… whatsoever,” Olivia panted.

Roselyn didn’t even bother replying, wrapping her up in another kiss.

 

***

 

Martin picked up the frozen pizza that had clattered to the floor moments earlier, and placed it back on a baking tray.

Darting eyes checked left and right for things that weren’t there, the diminutive figure grasping the oven door and shoving the pizza inside, fiddling with a few switches on the side until a light came on.

Hopefully that meant it was working.

How long?

‘I guess start with thirty minutes…. then figure it out.’

Fingers which usually bustled with energy were lackadaisical as he twisted the dial, and a voice which previously would have bellowed in his head instead came out as a strained whisper.

It proudly suggested another DJ mix to take his mind off of Olivia being rag-dolled in front of his eyes.

A new, calmer, but very convincing voice once suggested otherwise.

Martin gripped the edge of the counter.

Life without Olivia was hitting a lot harder than he had expected.

He sniffed, wandering aimlessly around the flat, nudging aside a few fast food boxes and some dirty clothes.

Every time he thought about it, images of that woman’s smile as she devoured his girlfriend would pour back in. The worst moments were when he got hard and ended up masturbating about it, spewing his cum over the bathroom floor whilst picturing Olivia gurning as Roselyn rearranged her insides, feeling the smell of her juices in the air.

The reality of being alone had never really hit home until the third week.

At first, after recovering from shock, he had bounced back to his near-churlish self, passing Olivia’s rampant pleasure off as childish enthusiasm, and expected her to return within a day or two at most, apologising in short order.

When Olivia hadn’t shown up after three days, the nerves had begun to jangle.

A week later with zero contact, he had reached a state of loss that was new and raw, like alcohol poured on an open wound.

She wasn’t coming back… and he wasn’t going to get her back unless he changed something.

Restless feet carried him to one end of the flat, and back again.

How?

With his head bowed, Martin came to the kitchen table, grabbing pen and paper on his way past the shopping list.

He muttered and scribbled.

‘What does Olivia like?’

Cooks. Cleans. That tv show… What was its name?

He put his head in his hands.

Three years, and he barely knew her.

Okay, so what did women in general like?

He began to write some legible words on the paper.

Sex?

Olivia moaned as Roselyn spanked her.

Martin shivered, trying to urge his cock not to rise in his shorts as he moved on.

Flowers.

Chocolates.

Poetry?

He looked at the short list he had written and stared at it. He wasn’t exactly swimming in money now that Olivia wasn’t there to hold up the fort…

Poetry it is then.

Without a single note of concern as to whether he could actually create something worthy of human eyes, he began to scribble on the paper scrap in front of him.

The Pizza remained cold, alone in the unheated light of the oven.

 

***

 

“No, it can’t be Martin!… Really?”

“Well…. He can be creative…”

“Yes, in how to find new ways to offend people.”

Roselyn scanned down the paper, squinting at a particular place.

“Is that a… G?”

Olivia glanced at it.

“It’s a U.”

Roselyn’s eyebrows rose, rotating the poem in case she’d been reading it the wrong way up.

“Pfft, not exactly Shakespeare.”

“Yeah, he did make an effort though.”

Roselyn chuckled.

“You know… I’m actually warming to him…”

She read through the poem once more, stretching herself out across the bedsheets.

Though sorry I am…. As water to a rose….

“Did he ever tell you he did this?”

“No,” Olivia murmured, pinching it from her lover’s hands to read it through again, snuggling up to rest her head on the naked breasts which she had learnt also doubled as wonderful pillows.

It was sweet, for sure…

Though I cannot express the rhymes… In truth there only is the time…

“I mean… it’s awful,” she muttered, although her eyes stayed glued to the paper.

Roselyn stroked her cheek, grinning.

“Having second thoughts?”

Olivia smiled back.

“No.”

Roselyn ran a hand through her hair.

“I don’t know… I’m getting a few potential ideas,” she said slowly, a note of slyness entering her voice.

Olivia gave her a suspicious look.

“Like what?”

Roselyn stroked the poem now, fingernail lingering on the etched ink.

“Well if he continues like this, maybe he deserves another chance.”

Olivia giggled.

“Well… I mean… even if he’s changed, he’s not exactly the best in bed…”

Roselyn placed her fingers onto Olivia’s lips, teasing the delicate bands which wrapped themselves around her digits, sucking them in.

“I think that depends what position we put him in.”

Olivia’s clit began to tingle as she cottoned onto what Roselyn was saying, still sucking on her fingers.

“Mm that’s reeeaaallly mmmhh… mean…”

Roselyn chuckled, feeding the girl with a slow pump, sliding her fingers across the girl’s tongue.

“Maybe… but he should’ve thought about that before he decided to grow a personality.”

Olivia felt a hand snaking down between her legs, and juddered as it began to rub just around the lips of her sex.

“Hmmmmmm….”

 

***

 

A sea of scrunched up paper surrounded Martin as he sidled to the kitchen, clutching one particular scrap in his fist.

He’d been writing every day; in fact for some reason it had begun to consume him. He found it enjoyable beyond merely being a vessel to try and win Olivia back, becoming a means of acknowledging things that he had more often than not forced from his mind or avoided entirely.

The scruffy figure fished around for a noodle pot and found one, removing the plastic top and putting the stove on with a pot of water. Whilst it boiled he grabbed an envelope, one of a hundred that he was steadily working his way through, and placed the new poem carefully inside.

Roughly every other day he sent one.

As he went past the front door to post it, he paused, and looked down.

Someone had written to him. The letter was small, about the size of his palm.

The pot began to bubble in the background, increasing in volume as he bent down and delicately caught this precious new item between his fingers, bringing it to the kitchen.

The bubble became a loud gurgle as eager digits ripped through the envelope, revealing a short card.

It wasn’t Olivia’s hand writing.

The lid fell to the side, releasing the steam being created, and his head whipped round. He grimaced and rushed over to turn off the heat. Was that how it was supposed to be? Olivia had never made the lid fall off… at least, he didn’t think so.

But then, Martin had never really watched her cook.

His eyes fell back on the tiny letter addressed to him, and he ripped the smart-looking seam, withdrawing a small card with a note on it.

I like your poems. Do you have one for me?

– Roselyn x

“What….?”

He gripped the note in his hands from the woman who had openly claimed his girlfriend in front of his eyes, tears coming unbidden. After a few seconds he wiped them away on his shirt, looking down at the message, and then at the solitary ‘x’.

He remembered the way her curves had been barely contained by the lingerie, the way her caramel skin had shone under the kitchen lights.

No.

‘You can’t think of her like that.’

She had fucked his girlfriend.

A sob escaped his lips as he remembered her caressing Olivia’s breasts, bringing such pleasure to her face, and heat rushed to his groin.

‘No, no, no….’

That turgid cock, swinging left and right, obscene between the giantess’s legs.

Hands found his hard penis before he could reason with himself, and then he was shoving down his waistband and pumping away in the middle of the kitchen, head jerking as he wanked himself with furious abandon.

Do you have one for me?

“Guuuh,” he grunted, flinging a long rope of cum into the air, and another, and another.

The glorious spasms lasted a few seconds as he whined, basting the tiled floor in his worthless seed.

When the last spurt exited his slit, he shivered, steadying himself on the kitchen counter with a shaking hand.

‘What is wrong with me….’

Leaving the cum strings on the floor, he traipsed to the bathroom to clean himself up, finding the lid of the toilet.

Martin sat there for a moment.

‘I’m losing my mind.’

Roselyn’s grinning face swam through his head.

He masturbated twice more in the next eight minutes.

After sitting on the toilet covered in his shame, Martin showered and forced himself to clean up the mess on the kitchen floor, which took far longer than necessary (he hadn’t used any of the multitude of sprays that Olivia had purchased before, and hoped the one he had picked was correct, although it looked a little greasier than perhaps it should.)

His eyes were drawn to the note left on the counter.

Roselyn – x

Fingers crawled to a pen, and he began to write.

 

***

 

Roselyn nodded her head in delight.

“Ohhhh, NOW we’re talking!”

Olivia peered over the woman’s shoulder (which is hard to do when you’re shorter), and gawped.

A face of Cleopatra, the cleft between your breasts like the river of the Nile…

“Is it definitely him?”

“I mean, no-one else could so creatively mislabel me in the first line of a poem…. Do I look Egyptian to you?”

“Wait, I thought you were just American?”

Roselyn’s eyebrow rose.

“Mother’s Spanish…. and fierce.”

“I’ll bet,” muttered Olivia.

“You should meet her sometime… real pitbull.”

“You’re really not selling this.”

Roselyn chuckled as her eyes spun down the scribbled prose.

“He saved it with the line about my ass being ‘two planets aligning in perfect harmony.'”

Olivia smiled.

“Should we send one back?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Okay, I’ll grab the notepad.”

“No, let me,” said Roselyn, putting a hand on her shoulder and leading her back to the couch, where she sat awkwardly, “You’ve been running around for people enough.”

Olivia stretched out like a cat on the sofa.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

She watched with a grin on her face as Roselyn’s incredible buttocks swayed away.

It was infuriating how good that ass looked in all clothing. Dresses, pants, naked….

‘Especially naked’, she mused.

Not only was it cute how Roselyn was doting on Olivia, but the encouragement she gave was fresh and exciting, especially for someone who hadn’t been able to branch out from work and homelife. New food, unusual styles and clothing… She was currently wearing lacy underwear that she would never even have considered a month earlier, plus she had ended up rediscovering some things that she had abandoned in the haze of her day-to-day slog… she’d begun drawing again, although she was well out of practice. A kindergartner with a packet of crayons could probably give her a run for her money.

Had it really just been four weeks?

It felt like being woken up after a long sleep; Witnessing the way Roselyn grabbed situations by the scruff of the neck, be it work, relationships, or even just dragging them both out of bed for an impromptu walk in the park.

But then, they spent more than enough time in bed….

She curled her back on the sofa, enjoying the plushness of the cushions.

It was weird how quickly she had moved on from Martin, but now seeing the effort that had been lacking in their relationship, it seemed pretty obvious why she didn’t feel the need to go back.

Roselyn returned with a pen and paper, pulling Olivia out of her thoughts.

“Scoot.”

Olivia obediently took her feet off the couch, but Roselyn grabbed a leg as she sat down and placed it on her lap.

“Not too far,” she grinned.

She began to put her tongue to the side of her mouth as she scribbled out some lines.

*Pretty little boy…. Though your words are sweet…..*

“Wow, just like that huh?” muttered Olivia, peering over at the neat handwriting arranged across the page.

“Why, planning a masterpiece?”

“Ha I don’t know… I don’t really do poetry.”

Roselyn snorted.

“Neither do I…. To show your affections… I think we should meet..”

*Come and talk. Wednesday, 4pm — Roselyn x*

Olivia smiled, before a curious expression took over.

“Hmm…. Ros…. Are you serious?”

Roselyn glanced at her.

“Well yeah. I mean… I wasn’t at first, but….. he’s actually trying bless him… plus I can’t help but think about his expression as I took you…”

Olivia’s mouth opened slightly, breathing a little deeper as Roselyn’s eyes went misty.

“… The way he couldn’t help his arousal…. The realisation….”

“Ohh,” murmured Olivia, whose clit was beginning to tingle as Roselyn placed a hand firmly on her shin.

“I enjoyed that feeling.”

Her clit was throbbing.

“So did I.”

 

***

 

Martin shuffled on the porch, placing his hands in front of, then behind him.

Time to knock.

His hand reached up, and paused.

There was no wind, and yet he swayed gently, a bamboo buffeted side to side by invisible storms.

“Just… here we go…”

His hand reached an inch from the surface, repelled by invisible magnets.

Martin bristled and set himself, puffing up his chest.

*THUNK* *THUNK* *THUNK*

A moment passed.

The wait was gut-wrenching as he shifted left and right again.

The gentle *clink* of the lock opening made him tremble, and when the door opened, he came face to face… with Olivia.

She was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt which hugged her lithe figure.

Martin’s face fell.

He had been expecting Roselyn to be looking down at him, and somehow seeing sweet, gentle Olivia disarmed him completely.

“Oh er… hello…”

“Hi.”

“Um… May I come in?”

“You aren’t going to ask me how I am?”

Martin’s mouth opened slightly.

“Oh! Um.. yes, how are you?”

“Great,” she said with a soft smile.

“Ah.. good….. and um.. how’s Roselyn?”

“She’s incredible.”

Olivia bit her lip as Martin’s face went bright red.

“Oh um.. that’s good… great…”

“I didn’t know you did poetry.”

“Well that’s.. because I didn’t.”

She sized him up, measuring this Martin to the one she had left behind a few weeks ago. He seemed different.

“…Um..”

A sudden, quite brazen voice in Martin demanded him to tell Olivia to come home, and the quieter one which had been so gently steering his actions, was unable to stop him.

“You should come home.”

Olivia rolled her eyes.

There he was.

“Come in.”

She turned her back to him and walked down the hall, and Martin pressed his lips together and followed.

“Shut the door behind you!” called Olivia, Martin pausing halfway in to jerk the door closed and saunter after her.

Now was the time of reckoning.

He followed Olivia down the hall, and into the living room, and the bluster that had picked up steam dissipated instantly upon seeing Roselyn lounging on the sofa, laid out like a tiger, her head rising to welcome him.

“Oh hello there,” she growled, as Olivia came to join her, nestling into a little spoon position.

The loud voice in his head had disappeared into the wind the moment that wavy, long hair and casual smirk came into view, and he was left feeling quite naked, standing awkwardly in the entrance of the room.

Roselyn appraised him like a proud mother, eyes roving up and down him.

“Well then… I see we have a slightly different view of things now?”

His brain offered no response, and Olivia snorted.

“Not totally.”

Roselyn chuckled, stroking her chin, and Martin whimpered as the young woman acted like a cat having its fur stroked, purring as she pressed back into the thickness of Roselyn’s hips, the warmth of her chest.

“Well, let’s see…. Sit.”

Martin sent himself to the second couch close by, sitting in the centre.

On the table were a few of his poems.

“Hmm… feeling a little lonesome are we?”

No response, except a doleful look.

“I loved your poem for me in particular by the way.”

“Thanks.”

Roselyn raised her eyebrows.

“Ah, he speaks!”

Martin didn’t respond, to which Roselyn chuckled.

“Oh, you really are a cutey aren’t you? My goodness, it’s quite the turnaround….”

Olivia looked back, whispering something, and Roselyn burst out giggling.

“W…what?” uttered Martin, adjusting himself, and finding it hard to get comfortable despite the plushness of the cushions at his back.

Roselyn bit her lip.

“She said… a big dick will do that.”

The hurt shone on Martin’s face, and Roselyn raised her eyebrows.

“Oh, baby it’s okay… Because you know what? I’m gonna give you a second chance.”

Olivia raised her eyebrow but said nothing. She knew there was no chance of him winning her back, and though part of her was wierded out by it, the other was eagerly awaiting the coming humiliation.

“I assume you remember our… little bet?”

His positive expression faltered.

“Yes.”

“Good… then I have another proposal.”

Martin’s hopes rose higher.

“I want you to take my dick for ten minutes, just like Olivia did last time.”

He mewled.

Roselyn’s expression became sympathetic

“That’s all… You’re gonna take my little pee-pee in front of your girlfriend here, for ten tiny minutes…. and you will have her back.”

Olivia had to fight the urge to begin stroking the crotch of her jeans as Martin wrestled with this new information.

“C…can I write another poem?”

Roselyn sighed.

“Oh as lovely as that is… You need to give Mama some sugar, boy.”

Her eyes flicked down to his bubble butt dipping into the couch, and he adjusted himself again, coming into an uneasy position with his hands in his lap.

“Oh….”

The two women stared at him, making him feel completely exposed.

“… Okay…” he whispered.

Roselyn’s eyes lit up.

Martin got to his feet on weak knees. Might as well not waste time.

His soon-to-be sexual partner followed suit, kissing Olivia on the cheek before pushing herself up to standing.

Eager eyes drank him in as she padded over.

“Good boy… just relax…. You’re getting your girlfriend back, right?” Roselyn smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

It was surely just Martin’s imagination, but warmth seemed to spread from where she was touching him, down into his chest.

He nodded, undoing his pants.

“Wait,” ordered Roselyn, and before he could react Roselyn had pressed herself up against him.

She stood so close that her tits were practically in his face, and he had to turn his chin directly up to look into her eyes as her legs invaded the space around him. The feeling of her body was power and curves, the softness of her belly, the muscle of her quads.

A hand came round to the small of his back, and then he was pulled face first into her cleavage, moaning into the beautiful melons wrapped in the shirt she was wearing, the texture of her bra rubbing his face as his nose peaked over the lip of the navel.

“Sniff my tits,” she breathed.

He murmured, and then inhaled.

It was breath-taking.

Sweat, Citrus perfume and bodily musk all combined together to send intoxicating signals to his brain, and Martin inhaled deeper as something large began to grind into his belly.

They circled for a few moments like this in an odd embrace as Martin smelt her cleavage.

When they broke apart, both participants were breathing heavily, and Olivia was no better, removing her hand from her crotch where she had been rubbing insistently.

“Strip,” breathed Roselyn.

Martin gulped, pulling off his shirt and bending over the couch in the exact same position that Olivia had been when she was turned to the pleasure giving monster that was Roselyn’s cock.

Finally he came to his underwear.

After a whimper, Martin nudged his boxers down, turning away to try and hide his erection which was bouncing happily in the air, exuberant and brash.

Roselyn and Olivia both shared a glance, the latter shocked, the former devilish, as Martin tried to act like it was the most natural thing in the world to be horny and waiting for the woman who had cucked him. Unfortunately his obliviousness to the world had been shattered weeks ago, and the man standing in front of them now was a far cry from the sauntering boy that could start an argument in an empty room.

“Uh… Martin?”

He looked back from his spread position at two mirthful faces, which made him feel like someone had just cut out his liver.

“We can go to the bedroom this time.”

‘This time.’

Martin knew that in all likelihood he would be claimed by Roselyn’s cock, turned just as Olivia was…. But a glimmer of hope, or perhaps some weird sense of arousal, brought him unsteadily into an upwards position nonetheless, spinning to launch himself towards the hallway.

“Does he even know where he’s going?” muttered Roselyn, trying to supress her laughter as Olivia smiled with her, still feeling a twinge of embarrassment at her ‘boyfriend’s actions.

“No… it’s Martin,” she replied, shaking her head as the boy wandered down a corridor.

“Well at least he’s stumbled the right way,” whispered Roselyn, making Olivia giggle as she kissed her on the cheek.

The spellbinding figure cricked her neck, sauntering to the doorway before turning.

“Are you coming?”

Olivia stayed still, caught in two minds.

“It wasn’t a question babe,” uttered Roselyn, her look lascivious now, and Olivia jumped to her feet, thrilled by the way Roselyn took control of the situation so easily.

They walked down the white hallway, hand in hand, as Martin grabbed a door handle.

“Try again,” called Roselyn, which made Olivia blink as she held back a giggle.

He grabbed at another.

“Bingo!”

Letting himself in, he couldn’t help an appreciative whistle escaping at the giant (probably more than King sized) bed, which dominated the room. He noticed the sheets had been neatly folded, and wondered whether Olivia had changed them after having sex with Roselyn, before whimpering at the thought and bending himself over the foot of the bed, back arched in a novice’s idea of a doggystyle position.

Roselyn came in and bit her lip at the beautiful sight of a virgin flower, butt aimed to the floor, completely unaware of how to take a dick.

She was already salivating at the thought of teaching him.

Strong hands came to her waist as she began to strip herself down to her undergarments.

Fear spread in Martin’s breast as he heard the commotion of clothing being removed behind him and tried to gulp cool air into his lungs.

Then he was hit by a sharp intake of breath.

Hands feathered across his hips, up the small of his back, tickling between his shoulder blades.

A snivel escaped Martin’s throat, shivering under the little touches here and there.

“You know, I think your first time should be a little more intimate… So sit on the bed,” Roselyn murmured, pushing him onto the bed, where he bounced off of the soft mattress.

“Hey!!” he pouted, before turning into a half-naked Roselyn.

The reaction in his body was visceral.

She had discarded her jeans and blouse, now clad only in white garters and stockings, her bulge bursting from her crotch, barely contained by the distended panties.

Martin clung to the sheets as she rubbed a finger on what was undoubtedly the tip of her spear, smirking

“No arguments. Sit on the edge of the bed, or your girlfriend is mine.”

Martin sat down, waiting for his next orders, unable to break his stare from the bulge that had claimed his girlfriend.

Then he heard some shuffling to his left and found himself quite mesmerised.

Olivia had come to sit on a pouffe beside the window, removing her top.

Martin watched in a whole new way as she revealed a pink bra, and..

His whole body tensed up.

Crotchless pink panties, revealing her smooth pussy, pink lips open to observe, her crotch shaven with just a hint of hair beginning to grow.

It was breath-taking, which would explain why Martin could barely breath as she lounged back, blushing a little, into the cushioned chair to the side of the bed.

“You like the panties?” murmured Roselyn.

Martin nodded, too scared of saying something stupid to reply.

“I bought them for her… fucked her quite a few times in them too.”

Martin blubbered.

It hurt how arousing that sentence was.

Roselyn seemed to read his mind.

“That’s how I like it… you sexy little slut,” she cooed, stroking his cheek.

He glanced again at Olivia, and for a moment he tried to instil the old confidence that had flitted through him earlier.

‘Well, she’s not really that different… that’s still m-my Olivia…’

Olivia cocked her head, smiling, and Martin’s lip trembled as she regarded him with what looked worryingly close to pity.

“Olivia’s going to watch this to… Support you.”

The way she said it made it clear as day there would be no support of any sort, and Martin looked for the first time into the eyes of someone that he didn’t understand, because Olivia’s expression was glazed with anticipation.

His attention was stolen back by Roselyn moving to stand between his legs, so tall from this position that it felt like being a toddler sat in front of a fully grown adult, the bulge right between his eyes.

The world tapered down to the musky crotch-covering of LACE/SILK, dominating his vision. He might have been staring for a whole minute when Roselyn broke the silence.

“Smell it, cuckboy.”

Humiliation emerged from somewhere inside him, and his hands began to fidget, rubbing his knees as he leaned forwards, and took the tinniest sniff.

Roselyn growled.

“Listen slut….. If you don’t do it properly, my girlfriend is going to take over until you’re up to standard.”

Hearing Roselyn call Olivia her girlfriend hurt Martin’s chest, and he looked over at the teasing figure, whose fingers had moved closer to her crotch, squirming a little as her gaze zoned in on Roselyn’s bulge.

She looked positively starving.

“No, no I can do it!” mewled Martin quickly, leaning forwards again, pausing for just a second before shoving his face into the clumped mass.

“Ohhhh.”

Roselyns low rumbles were like a bear which had found the perfect tree to scratch its back on, rolling her neck as tension released, because Martin was inhaling her crotch-musk, smelling the ball-sweat that she had purposely not wiped away.

Low whining emanated from beneath her waist as he pushed up against the immovable bundle of hard flesh, bouncy testicles and silk wrapping.

A dirty smile crept onto Roselyn’s lips as Martin breathed in deeply, shuddering at the intoxicating masculinity coursing through his nostrils, completely contrasted by Roselyn’s breath-taking curves.

A little moan came from the corner, and Martin turned his head to see Olivia had placed two fingers on her snatch and was rotating slowly, wetness spreading onto her crotch and fingers.

“Excuse me, did we give you permission to stop?” said Roselyn dangerously.

He squeaked.

“No. NO! Sorry…”

Tears formed in his eyes as he went back to shoving his face against Roselyn’s thinly veiled erection, wiping the potential tears from his eyes as subtly as he could.

“Mmmmmph.”

“That’s right cuckboy, smell your mistress.”

Martin groaned into the cock and balls mashed against his face, briefly considering pulling the panties down so he could enjoy the feeling of a hot dong placed across his forehead, before almost vomiting in his throat for having considered something so degrading.

He found himself wondering what had happened.. he had had the perfect life… now he was smelling the cock and balls of the woman that had dominated his girlfriend in front of him….

Martin couldn’t help peaking to the side again, seeing Olivia’s mouth open, her chest rising and falling as she worked away, concentrating on coaxing her clit into vibrant life as she let out a murmur.

“Take off the panties.”

Martin heard Roselyn’s voice from above him and quickly placed his fingers inside the tight waistband of her frilly underwear.

His masculinity screamed at him to fight back, to take his girlfriend and leave. The other half quivered, meekly accepting its fate as an inferior human being to the goddess towering over him.

It played out as a grimace on his lips as he sobbed, just pulling enough on the incredibly tight waistband to slide it down over a gigantic cock, which shot out from its lacy prison, landing so heavily on Martin’s chin that it forced his mouth open with the weight and velocity.

The cables inside it were like steel.

Close up the skin of her shaft was a darker brown than the rest of her, a particularly thick vein running up the bottom left and all the way up to the foreskin, which was then pulled back to reveal that huge purple head, an alien helmet with a white dot of coconut milk peaking from the slit.

He murmured, fingers continuing their journey as he tried not to stare at the humungous shaft hovering in front of his nose, noting the way that the trimmed stubble on Roselyn’s crotch formed a layer of wiry black hairs that reached towards her belly button before tapering to nothing.

The smell became redoubled now that the panties were no longer there to contain it, and it felt like a miasmic cloud of crotch-stench had enveloped him, making his mind hazy as he pulled the panties down over the rest of her package, past the giant hairless balls that had filled his girl with their seed, and all the way down to her feet.

When he came back up, he almost opened his mouth over the head of her cock instinctively, before grimacing and coming to his senses, leaning back and waiting for his next orders.

“Do I have to ask?” grinned Roselyn.

He looked up at her eager gaze… and whined like a dog that needed a bone.

When his eyes fell back to her one-eyed snake he didn’t hesitate, touching his lips to the spongy head of her monster.

“Mmm… Soft lips, for a soft boy,” she cooed, smiling, glancing over at Olivia with desire writ large across her features.

Olivia whinnied as she watched her ex-boyfriend’s pink bands slide wide over Roselyn’s cock like they were giving birth in reverse, distended and tight around the woman’s shaft as he managed to reach an inch past the bulbous helmet.

Martin wheezed, trying not to make any sounds, because it turns out anything you say sounds slutty when talking through a girthy penis, confirmed by a saliva-drenched “GH-ghhlll,” as he tried to keep his tongue from touching her, a hopeless task as she filled his mouth completely, sliding over the muscle and furnishing him with the texture of hard ligaments, taut like electric cables holding up the pylon that was sliding between his lips.

“How does it taste… I hope it measures up?” she grinned, winking at Olivia as she said it which made the girl grin and writhe, an orgasm overtaking her, knees jerking, breaths snatched into heaving lungs as she fell back into her seat.

“You see that? I just made your girlfriend cum without even touching her, ” said Roselyn softly, stroking Martin’s hair as he remained stationary on her cock, cheeks red, staring at her crotch and trying not to take in the events around him.

“No, no you’re gonna watch this,” sneered Roselyn, turning his head so that the cock was pushed into the side of his cheek, distending it ludicrously, so he looked like a hamster storing nuts as he watched his girlfriend writhing in the corner, wetness briefly spurting into the air as she let out a sigh of contentment.

Her eyes opened to the sight of a tear running down Martin’s bulging cheek.

What made it worse was he could feel the arousal in Roselyn, the way her cock throbbed in his mouth as her fingers squeezed the back of his neck.

“Ohhhh baby, that one was small” said Roselyn. “Tell me… what do you think was the best orgasm that she’s ever had?”

Martin snivelled, an ugly “Glhhg,” as he adjusted his tongue, closing his eyes to try and shield himself from Roselyn’s humiliations.

“I don’t know if it was last week, or yesterday… Although the one this morning wasn’t bad either,” she grinned, “maybe you can taste her pussy on me right now.”

Martin didn’t know if she was lying but hung his head, trying to avoid looking up to what would be a gleeful expression as he felt her throb again.

The feeling of her pulsing in his mouth was so disgusting, and yet…

He began to glug slowly up and down the shaft.

“Ooooh, cuck boy searching for that pussy taste huh?” she moaned, as he began to settle into a cock sucking rhythm, unable to help pressing his tongue up to her excitement, feeling her heartbeat in his wet mouth.

“Goodness… What a natural,” muttered Roselyn as she dipped her sausage into his throat, savouring the tight young lips on her whore-maker.

Martin was entirely overcome by her. She was swallowing his being, cutting his air off, cock thick and smelly. A big whiff of cum slithered up his nasal passage as Roselyn grunted, and Martin felt the inevitable warm, salty liquid fall on his tongue, swallowing it before he could imagine her depositing that same load into Olivia’s womb.

“Guh take it cuckboy!” she snorted, pushing her hips into him, and Martin gurgled as her cock forced him backwards onto the bed.

Roselyn didn’t let him rest.

“Come here!” she grinned, jumping onto the bed with a screaming of bedsprings, the mattress furrowing deep where her knees had fallen either side of his chest.

“Time to get a bitch’s dinner,” she sneered, leaning forward and lining her cock up so she could fuck downwards into his face.

For a horrifying moment that huge fleshy baseball bat hung in the air like a missile about to be released, pre-cum dripping from the slit onto Martin’s tongue.

“R-Rosel…-!”

It fell like an atomic bomb, Roselyn collapsing her body to slide her womanhood all the way down Martin’s open gullet.

“GHHHHHHHHLGGHHHH!!!”

“Shut the fuck up bitch.”

The look on Roselyn’s face was one of delight as she began to pump her hips against his nose, tickling him with her pubic stubble as she fucked his face.

“HOhhhh God yes, he’s tight,” she moaned, turning her smile to Olivia, who was panting as she watched Roselyn dominating Martin.

“Y-yeeeeah?” she moaned, knowing the right words would send her over the edge.

“Oh, nearly as tight as your pussy when I fucked you the first time,” she crowed, before looking down to address Martin. “But sadly for you, she’s not as tight now.”

Olivia’s knees shook, and wetness dripped down her crack and onto the pouf, teasing herself to the finish line.

“GHLhhhhh!”

Martin was struggling, and the boy’s eyes bulged as Roselyn slammed her belly into his forehead, cock burying itself in his opening, and he gagged on the uncomfortable occupant of his windpipe, coughing up a mixture of saliva and pre-cum which slathered across her rock-hard cock.

“Oh, your mouth was made for cock-sucking, slave,” Roselyn crowed, pumping her hips in and out as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Glh”

“GLH!”

“Ohhhh that’s so gooood…..!”

“GHLHHHGL!”

Martin had never had a ten-inch penis clogging his neck, and when she finally pulled back, letting him claw air into his lungs, he was barely able to process the fact that he had deep-throated his first cock.

“That is incredible,” muttered Roselyn, her thick dark nipples pointing at his face like gun barrels as she sat back and licking her bottom lip, eyeing him up like a fillet steak. “I’d say you’ve shown your talents Martin… Now get up and roll over.”

Somehow, Martin found enough will to claw himself to his knees, trying not to look at Olivia in case he cried, clinging to the thread that maybe, maybe, he could win her back, despite his cock being hard as a rock and leaking a little pre-cum onto the bed.

Roselyn’s powerful hands briefly played with her nipples before placing themselves all over his body, and Olivia was egging her on with little gestures, a biting of the lip, a clenching of the fist when Roselyn wrapped a giant palm around his testicles, making him whimper as she held his balls in her hand.

“Cute,” she smirked, making Martin sob. “No wonder your girlfriend was so disappointed all these years.”

“S-Sorry,” snivelled Martin, eyes glassy.

“No… say it to her.”

He sobbed as he turned his head to the side, some of the tears wetting the pillow as Olivia watched on, shocked.

“S-sorry Olivia.”

“For what?” snarled Roselyn.

“F-f-for having tiny balls!!!”

Olivia’s mouth was so wide it could have swallowed a whole turkey as she gazed in open amazement at Martin being humiliated.

“It’s okay,” whispered Roselyn, “You’re not going to disappoint me.”

“No,” he sobbed. “I won’t.. I’m sorry…..”

“Shhhh now… Mistress is going to take what’s hers now…”

She began to slide her meat into his butt-cheek sandwich, and Martin’s face fell to one of absolute terror as he finally felt what it was like to come ass-to-face with Roselyn’s weapon.

She lodged it like a meaty hot dog between the two white buns.

How had Olivia taken it?!… even with her equipment, Martin couldn’t imagine what Roselyn would feel like on the inside, as the endless baton pressed between his cheeks, burying itself in his crack.

Already the fears were resurfacing, doubts clouding the clear purpose that he had possessed upon arrival earlier that day as it slid up and down, unmanning him by the way it ground into him like a dirty stripper.

“Hnnn..!”

The spit and pre-cum had mixed into a wet lube that made a *SPLAT* sound as she slapped the back of his ass, making a cheek jiggle.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good bitch right there,” Roselyn crowed, “thanks for this,” she added to Olivia, who was gurning as she watched her new lover defeat her old one.

“Want to see me fuck him?”

Olivia’s heart was beating so fast she wasn’t sure she could take it, but after a pause, during which time Martin still felt some sort of shred of hope that he could win her back, she nodded once.

It crushed him, and tears ran unbidden down his face as Roselyn pressed her bodyweight down on his back, lining the spongy head up to tickle his anus.

“H-Oh GGod…..”

Even with the writhing in his stomach, Martin decided to himself that he wasn’t going to be making any noises, he was made of stronger st-

Her cock pressed at his entrance, and Roselyn eased her way inside, pre-cum lathering the tiny rosebud.

“OHHHHHHHHHHMMMMYYY GOD, GOH HHOOGGHHHHHH…!!!”

Satan had found Martin’s ass. The only thing that stopped him screaming like a schoolgirl was the thought that Olivia was watching, and he couldn’t break in front of her, even though she was masturbating hard as Roselyn pressed down, sheathing inch after inch in Martin’s defenceless butthole.

He glanced over, and it hurt so much to see the person that used to be his girlfriend watching with eagerness as his ass was penetrated.

“OhhhhHHHOHGHHH.”

His groans echoed around the room, vibrating in his head as the beast thrummed a few inches inside the rim of his ass, distended perhaps twice wider than it had ever gone previously, his butthole now impolitely inquiring to his brain as to why he had let someone insert a nuclear submarine into it.

Large hands began to massage his shoulders as he mewled, unable to contend with the log making its home in his butthole, bulldozing his insides and inserting new foundations into the deepest parts of his body.

It was with a whore-like moan, instead of stoic silence as he had hoped, that Martin finally felt their hips merged together.

“GHNNNnnnnuhhhHH!”

She was buried unbelievably deep. He was sure it was reaching somewhere around his sternum, his organs shoved aside to make space for this new, most important stimulus.

And what a stimulus.

A full cock-throb reverberated through his anal walls, and he jerked as he felt the ridges and imperfections of Roselyn’s dick tickling his insides, coaxing him to a place he had never been before as her thumbs dug into the knots in his shoulders, soothing his anxieties.

“GOHhhhh.. what……”

“Yeah… pretty nice huh?” sniggered Roselyn, “funny to think of you trying to contend with this.”

Roselyn was laying her bed in Martin’s ass, and loving it.

He wasn’t minding it either, as a particularly heavy pulse of her erection sent a spread of warmth into his anal walls.

“HUHHFFfff…”

The two figures settled for a moment, Roselyn rubbing his back, enjoying the buffet of boy on display as Martin simply tried not to squeal from the feeling of being filled to the brim with dick.

“You’re doing soooo good…. Oof I almost have a mind to give her back to you.”

She winked at Olivia again, who giggled as Roselyn began to explore his insides, rolling her legs so she was prodding and rubbing different parts of his anus with her mast.

“Huuunnhnhh???!”

Martin’s eyes became lidded, and Olivia knew exactly what he was feeling. That sensation of being filled that was all-encompassing, every atom in your body fixated on that pressure, like a submarine that can’t hold out any longer and is seconds from caving in under the weight of the ocean surrounding it.

“Yeah… you can win her back,” Roselyn whispered, an evil grin on her face as she leaned in and bit his ear, savouring the softness of his flesh.

Martin was gulping down breaths, toes curled as her hard nipples pressed into his back.

“How… cannn…?”

Roselyn pressed a few cock thrusts into him, making him swoon.

“It’s simple… if you really want her, you’re gonna make up for all the years you put her through,” she grinned, watching Martin grouse as she churned his insides into butter with her pink rolling pin.

“MMOOKKKAAYY!”

Martin’s arms and legs were shuddering.

“You’re gonna be our slave,” she murmured, “whether you have to lick our buttholes, or take out our trash, you’re gonna do it, no questions asked.”

Olivia put her hand to her mouth in shock at this, but her other hand remained firmly where it had been the whole time, teasing herself towards a fourth orgasm.

“MMyeaah, yeah,” whimpered Martin, spasming in her clutches.

“Now… get up on your hands and knees and fuck yourself on your Mistress.”

“Mistress!?” blurted Olivia, gawping as Roselyn turned to her.

“Yup,” she grinned, “what do you want him to call you?”

“…Me?”

“Yeah… like, Mistress, Missy, Mummy…. Madam?”

She said this all whilst rotating her cock inside Martin, to the point where he was drooling as his whole body shook.

“Uh… I don’t know…”

She watched Roselyn gurning as she took in the pleasures that Martin’s asshole was offering, and Olivia continued to tease herself as she watched her ex-boyfriend press himself up onto shaking hands and knees, before pushing back gently, yipping as he connected their hips.

“Uhn!”

Olivia’ jaw dropped as she watched Martin losing his mind on Roselyn’s showpiece, seeing the total breakdown of his masculinity in high definition, stereo-surround sound as he whined like a scared bitch, his body submitted itself to a power it had never been ready for.

She teased between her lips and inserted her fingers as Roselyn stared down at the performance that Martin was putting on for her.

“Unnn, fuck boy, you’re a real slut aren’t you?…OOHHHhh yesssss…..”

“Madam sounds nice,” Olivia murmured to herself, taking in the way Martin’s lower body had curved upwards just like Roselyn’s dick, giving him a second spine to keep him rigid. This also explained why he wasn’t falling forward face first, his legs and arms barely able to support him, such were the shakes that had enveloped his whole body. His limbs trembled like a packhorse on its last legs, a donkey that had been on one journey too many as pleasure ripped through his extremities and back to his core, rolling over him in waves which were pulsing from Roselyn’s conducting rod in his centre.

“Huhhhnnnn!” he moaned, trembling so hard it looked like he was having a fit.

Roselyn grunted as the boy’s asshole spasmed on her dick, and decided she’d had enough foreplay, her cock aching with need as Martin’s insides hugged it tight, and she grabbed his hips, forcing him into a true doggystyle position, and Martin squealed as she pounded away with every fibre of her being, lighting his asshole up with a million sensations being forced in by her battering ram cock.

“GHUU!-HUH!-UUHHHH!!!!!”

Martin’s jaw rattled with the force of the fucking, strangely echoey *SCHWAP*s that sounded like meat being slapped repeatedly bouncing off the walls as his whole body jerked like a ragdoll, Roselyn overpowering him in a frenzy of sexual energy.

*SCHWAP*

“GHU-HHU-uh-UH……!!!”

*SCHWAP*

“UH!”

Martin’s moaning caught in his throat as Roselyn picked up the pace, to the point that he could only let out punctuated gurns after each thrust, because every hilting of Roselyn’s cock was forcing the air from his lungs, abusing the young man who was now taking a dicking that most pornstars could only dream of. She worked like a traction engine, slamming her hips in so hard, fingers clenched to his hips to pull him back into the pounding rhythm, that Martin’s whole torso was spasming as she smashed him with violent, muscle-clenched rutting.

It was beyond one-sided, and Olivia watched, fear in her eyes as Roselyn unleashed her true musculature, back rippling, legs contorted to unleash heaving gut-thrusts that would have had Martin singing like a canary if he were able to articulate anything other than breathless gasps.

“-uh!”

“Yeah!”

“-uck!”

“FUUUCKK!”

“-I!”

“H-Holy shit…!”

Roselyn was crowing, not quite able to believe how good Martin’s ass felt on her cock. It was like being massaged by flesh pillows filled with warm custard, and she found herself losing it more than even she had prepared for, teeth bared as she sank her full length into Martin’s rocking frame.

The boy shook every time she slammed herself against him, nearly flung head first into the wall with each thrust and anchored only by her hands on his hips, digging into the soft flesh with her nails as she exorcised his butthole by any means necessary.

Martin’s resistance never even got started, his body already prepared to submit. It was merely his mind that screamed for mercy as it was dragged into ecstasy, thrust into the centre of a pleasure supernova that detonated at the tip of Roselyn’s cock, buried in his sternum.

His whole body shook violently, and Olivia was unable to look away as Martin’s eyes rolled up, spasming like he was in the throes of a fit.

Then his cock jerked upwards like it was releasing gallons of cum, but nothing came out except a steady trickle of white liquid, oozing from the tip.

Olivia didn’t understand the processes behind it, but could only marvel at how brutally Roselyn was turning the boy with just a few earth-shaking thrusts of her hips as the two figures clapped cheeks together.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

She scanned up and down the mewling boy as every inch of Roselyn’s emasculation rod ploughed into him, each thrust breaking him just a little more as the terror that had been on his face finally dissipated, replaced by an ugly gurn that had Roselyn frothing at the mouth as she felt the subtle resistances fall away completely.

Olivia had never really watched porn, or felt the need to do so… But she had never watched a scene as arousing as this taking place before her eyes.

Her fingers teased down and caressed around her vulva, staying away from her clit so she could build up to an intense crescendoed orgasm.

The two figures bounced against each other in a rut so vicious that Olivia almost winced at some of the connections, the sounds of their bodies slapping against one another in loud sweat-covered *SPLAT*s sweet music to her ears. It was also incredibly loud, because Roselyn was attacking him with the force of a sledgehammer, ripping utter delight from the boy’s widened anus.

*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT-SPLAT-SPLAT*

“AI-UHG-uhuhnn-n-n—u-uhhgghh…!!!!”

The absurd babblings issuing from Martin’s mouth were the polar opposite of the confidence with which he had first walked through her door, and Roselyn felt the spasms of his ring on her base every time she hilted, the tautness of his asshole drawing her seed in.

Then her balls quivered, like a bow with its arrow tight on the wire, preparing to release everything in a heady blast of movement.

“Oh FUCK baby I’m……HNN!”

She hilted one last, vicious blow into his butthole, gluing their hips together as pleasure subsumed her, emanating from her crotch all the way up to her forehead.

“COOOMIINNNNGGG…!!!!”

Olivia let out a weak cry as she watched Roselyn juddering, fused at the waist to Martin who screamed as he felt an entire ocean of hot icing fill his insides like a whore donut, invaded, legs spread as his ass was claimed by his new mistress.

“HNNNN!”

Roselyn collapsed forward, her body weight pressing the tiny figure down into the mattress as both their legs spasmed, Martin’s belly distending from the amount of jizz being pumped into his destroyed anus.

The two figures shook together, Roselyn’s heavy torso enveloping the figure beneath her as she pushed in a few weak shunts, enjoying the incredible pressure of Martin’s insides as jizz sloshed around in his ass.

“Hunn… Roooos…..” uttered Martin, barely able to process what had happened, Roselyn having provided the filling for a whore sandwich, his ass-cheeks battered, anus clamped so tightly to her baby-maker that it seemed to be pleading for another round.

The two of them softened, after-shakes still flitting through limbs as they fell into stillness.

“Wow,” muttered Roselyn, sniffing the hair of the boy beneath her, tasting his bitch-scent.

She gave herself a second to enjoy the feeling of lying on top of a well-fucked slave, the way his asshole still oscillated in and out uncontrollably on her invader.

The heavy seed placed in Martin was having the desired effect, and Roselyn smiled as the boy’s limbs briefly reached for nothing, before falling to the bed in defeat once more.

“Hey Martiiiin,” she whispered into his ear.

“Hnnn…”

“I said you’d win her back, right?” sighed Roselyn, stroking his hair.

“Yeeah,” he cooed, voice hoarse from all the pornstar moaning he’d been doing.

“Well then… time for your reward.”

She kept stroking, rising up so that she was back in her ploughing position behind him, still cinched at the waist as she beckoned Olivia with a finger.

The squirming girl paused, wiping the sweat from her brow, and got up on unsteady legs, stumbling over to the bed.

Roselyn smiled as she came to press her forehead to her, kissing her with a soft smooch, before grabbing her and hauled her on top of Martin’s back, so that the two women were facing each other.

Roselyn wasted no time grabbing her by the neck and brutally tonguing her, whimpers of excitement emanating from above Martin as he heard Roselyn satisfying his ex-girlfriend.

“-Liv..” he whimpered, as she moaned, bouncing a little on top of him, her ass pert, but not so fatty or muscly that he couldn’t feel the bones dig slightly in to his shoulder blades.

“Mhhhhh,” she responded, groaning into Roselyn’s face, sucking on her tongue.

A minute or so of making out ensued, Roselyn still inserted inside Martin, although she didn’t move beyond the heavy throbs caused by her make-out session with the beautiful girl sitting on his back.

Martin snivelled, opposed by the fact that his cock was hard as a rock, and he could feel Olivia’s wetness on his back, forming a sheen of warmth which began to trickle down his sides.

“Mhhhmm… Oh that’s good,” moaned Roselyn, as she sucked her tongue back out of Olivia’s open maw, the girl mewling as she teased her nipples between eager fingers.

“Lye back baby.”

Olivia did as she was told, pulling back so that she was sitting down directly in front of Martin with her pussy next to his face.

“H..hey,” he whimpered, gazing up at her, feeling a swell as her chest heaved up and down, nipples like steel thimbles.

“Hey,” she responded, caressing his cheek with a finger.

“Bon appetite, slut,” sneered Roselyn, withdrawing her cock and slamming it back inside him so hard he squealed like a stuck pig.

“HUuUUAAIIHHuhhh…!”

“Fucking eat it!”

Martin jerked as he placed his hands on the insides of Olivia’s thighs, his mouth pushed right up to her pussy. Roselyn didn’t give him the chance to settle, and began to slam her cock into him with gusto, and Martin moaned as his face was shoved into Olivia’s snatch, drenching him in juices, her undeniable arousal made clear as day to the young man who gave in to the will of his new mistresses, slurping down the woman’s essences like a morning smoothie as Roselyn ground away at his asshole once more.

“Mm-Mhhh-mh!”

“Uhhnnn….” Olivia groaned, feeling Martin’s lips slap against her sex each time Roselyn snapped her cock into him, and the feeling of her ex-boyfriend’s face being force-fucked into her pussy was exhilarating beyond her wildest dreams.

Olivia could feel the heat building inside her as she looked her girlfriend dead in the eye, loving the way Roselyn was unable to keep the gurn from her face every time she hilted in Martin’s ass.

“OH… Ros…..”

Roselyn groaned at her, reaching out to rub Olivia’s cheek as her balls slapped into Martin’s inferior package, causing filthy *SCHWAP* sounds that echoed around the room.

“Love you,” she uttered.

*SCHWAP* “Mffhnn.” *SCHWAP* “MHNNN.” *SCHWAP*

“Loove you too,” Olivia moaned, cumming so hard into Martin’s face that she briefly worried he might drown.

A river of pussy juice flowed into his mouth, onto his tongue, a sweet nectar with a hint of fishiness that would have disgusted him previously, but now was turning him on no end, ably assisted by the hammer blows on his rear end, submitting his prostate to a thorough examination as the caramel freight train on top of him wrecked his ass.

Then fingers were weaving into his hair and gently pulling him back to make sure he was okay.

“Martin…. Alright?” whispered Olivia.

Martin’s eyes were lidded, but Roselyn didn’t allow him a moment of dignity, battering away even harder at his rear end which had him keening as he looked unevenly into Olivia’s worried gaze.

“Y-eah-uhnn-uhn-UHN-huhh-!”

She smiled as the boy’s head oscillated from the force of the anal sex Roselyn was bestowing, and shoved him back into her snatch, falling back into the pillows as Martin began pressing against her vagina lips like he was French kissing them, inserting as far as he could go into her opening before moving up and tonguing her clit.

The three figures juddered back and forth in a fairground ride rhythm, each part working to bring pleasure to the other, and then repeating over and over and over, even as jaws got tired, glutes ached, and juices began to spread into huge stains on the bed sheets as the three figures sweatily fucked and sucked the life out of each other.

“OOHHHHHMYGOD!”

“FUCKKKKK!”

“Mmmhhhhhhh!!”

Olivia jerked as pleasure spread from her crotch, spraying her juices across Martin’s face, enjoying the way he moaned into her sex, the vibrations adding to the peak as she clung to his hair.

She looked up to Roselyn who was caught in a slack-jawed gurn, buried inside the ginger twink as her eyelids scrunched shut, filling him with another heavy batch of cum that now joined the previous lake to form a pipe-bomb that exploded out of his asshole, unceremoniously dousing his rear end and Roselyn’s thighs in white cream as she let out another low moan.

“Fuck…”

The two remained there, fused as Martin spasmed, his tongue going limp in Olivia’s pussy as he lost control of his various appendages, before softening into a whimpering, soggy mess on the bed.

When Roselyn eventually moved, it was achingly slowly, tittering as her sensitive cock head slid to Martin’s entrance.

It simply refused to let go, tight beneath her helmet to the point where she had to whimper as she extracted it, sighing in relief as she pulled clear and a flood of jizz emptied onto the bed in front of her, spurting from his rectum like a soda can filled with mentos.

“I think we’re gonna have to change the sheets,” she muttered, to which Olivia giggled.

“Well… I’m not doing it.”