Community Service pt.6 (Patreon)

Hi all! This chapter continues with Zack trying to extricate himself from the mess he finds himself, and Jennie finding a stressed, and defenceless, Peach all on her own...

Enjoy! - TSG123 x

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Slim fingers mashed wildly at the buttons. In response a number of enemy’s heads exploded, pasting huge blood splatters over the grey corridor walls, the controller vibrating alongside the *BOOMs* coming from the television.

“MMmmm…”

Jennie put a tongue to the side of her cheek and adjusted her skirt, nose scrunching as she jumped her character into the next room and began wildly spraying bullets.

The TV became a wall of noise, shaking the living room, pictures of her, her brother and Mother smiling together juddering on the mantelpiece as hordes of enemies appeared on-screen.

Immediately explosions issued around the character and the health bar flashed red.

“NNNoooo….”

The flashing started to fill the screen, and in seconds her character dropped to the ground, blood trickling from his sides as soldiers closed in, riddling the corpse with bullets.

“Ah crap, that is so bogus… I hate stealth missions,” she chuntered, dropping the controller on the sofa.

Jennie rubbed slightly bloodshot eyes. She’d been playing for hours. Anything to distract from more pressing issues…

A car engine crept up the street, and her ears pricked… but it faded quickly.

“Hmph…”

Even the mere possibility of Peach returning had set things in her body in motion, heat flowing south, pawing the cushions, her clit beginning to ache.

It had been like this all week.

She closed her eyes and thought back to being with her in the cinema… the way the girl had stiffened under her touch, the muscles in the girl’s thigh hard like steel cables.

‘I’ll make her mine… she just doesn’t know it yet.’

Jennie positioned her legs wider, leaning back on sofa and pressing her feet into the carpet, hand slithering underneath her skirt. Warm wetness enveloped her fingers.

‘Like holy shit…. Why can’t she just walk in and fuck me right now?...’

Her clit demanded satisfaction.

Jennie began to attack it, eagerly running her finger up and around it.

“Ooohhhuh…”

She leaned back and moaned, shaking as pleasure enveloped her, spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes.

It felt wonderful, but at the same time she yearned for more, for another body to press against hers… to feel a real, fleshy cock pounding into her pussy.

She imagined what Peach destroying her would feel like… would smell like.

The girl shivered, toes curling for a moment.

It lasted too briefly, Jennie shivering, letting the pleasure wash over her.

Eventually she sighed.

It was over, and she groaned in frustration at the need for more… for something big to sate her hunger.

She picked up the controller with wet fingers before raising an eyebrow and wiping them on the sofa.

*Click*

Resume game.

*BOOM!*

Bullets were flying through the grey hallway, and she stuck her tongue into her cheek again, exploding heads and bodies once more in huge clouds of scarlet.

“C’mon….”

Her temple throbbed as she approached the room where she had died earlier.

“Just.. take it slow….”

She peered her character around the side of the door.

*BOOM*

The screen went blood red, and Jennie screeched in frustration.

“FRRRIICKIN STUPID IDIOTS!”

Just as she was about to throw the controller, Jennie’s ears pricked at the sound of the front door opening.

“…Mom??”

No-one responded, stairs creaking upwards.

Not Mom.

Her heartbeat quickened.

She dropped her controller, adjusting to make sure her low-cut tank top was showing as much of her tits as possible, pulling the checked skirt a little higher up her milky thigh.

“…Peach?”

The lithe figure skipped off the sofa and crept towards the stairs, up to where she could hear tiny movements.

They were coming from Zack’s room.

“Hmm.”

Probably her good-for-nothing brother picking up his stupid guitar. But if Peach was there with him… maybe it would be good to intercept before they started getting frisky.

She grumbled, tiptoeing her way to the top, and pressed the door open.

What greeted her was surprising, and exciting.

Peach was sat there, alone, dressed in a lacy black dress with purple eyeshadow, looking stressed and hunched over the desk, her foot tapping on the floor as her laptop whirred softly, trying its best to load a screen which seemed to be causing her immense stress, before she jerked up.

The look of confusion and stress on the older girl’s face was better than anything Jennie could have hoped for. And no Zack in sight.

‘This bitch is mine….’

“You should knock,” Peach said, trying to sweeten the gruffness in her voice.

Jennie bounced over.

“Yeah but… we haven’t hung out in aaaaageesss….”

Her hand came around Peach’s shoulder, and the feeling of the girl flinching, her lips parting was simply another confirmation of what Jennie already knew.

Peach was dying to fuck her.

“Look… maybe we can play games later… I have this assignment, and I have like… two days to finish it…”

“Oh maybe I can help!!!”

“I don’t think-“

Peach stiffened as Jennie squeezed onto her lap, sideways with her pillowy buttcheeks resting on the girl’s thigh, one hand around her neck, the other on her belly.

The room seemed to grow smaller, the late afternoon sun lazily merging into dusk, the quiet buzz of the suburbs fading behind the thumping of two heartbeats, the rustle of Jennie’s skirt making Peach shiver as she wiggled on her thighs.

Jennie’s voice was softer as she looked at the computer.

“What’s the assignment?”

Peach was acting like she had been paralysed, her whole body taut, thigh muscles like steel bars.

“Uh..”

“Oooo, sorry, am I too heavy?” Jennie pouted.

“…No.”

Jennie put a hand on her knee, enjoying the way Peach shivered.

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

The girl’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest it was almost audible.

“N… no…..”

“So… what’s the assignment.”

She could feel Peach shifting her legs underneath her ass.

‘She’s trying to avoid her dick touching me… I bet she’s so hard right now…’

“Well, I… have.. got to list four possible aims…. for a new restaurant owner in a city mall… or something like that…”

“Uh-huh.”

She pushed back against Peach, squeezing herself more firmly towards the centre, and felt the girl stiffen again as a huge object wedged right between her buns beneath her skirt.

‘YES.’

“Mmm… four aims huh…?”

“F-four…. Yeah uh… four aims….”

Jennie began to fully rub her ass firmly against the erection between Peach’s legs.

“Mm… I wonder what your aims are…”

She looked back and Peach’s lips were parted, a look of indecision scrawled on her features as she murmured.

“M-my aims…. Just….haven’t written them.. yet….”

A particularly slutty thrust of her ass all the way up and down the bulge meant Jennie was almost able to press her pussy against it, and she leaned forwards, putting her hands on Peach’s knees and coming to a stripper-straddle, except her version involved far more contact, grinding into Peach’s lap so she could hopefully feel her lips through her panties, making the girl shake from trying to hold back her lust.

“Mmmnuhh..”

“Ohhhhh where are you gonna aim it…”

Peach was sweating, clasping the hand-rests of the chair as she looked down, almost able to see under Jennie’s skirt, the heat of the girl’s undercarriage warming her crotch.

“I’m….. I’m aiming…”

She seemed to be on the verge of convulsions trying to hold in her lust, and Jennie made sure to torture her by riding up and down, sliding openly over the girl’s bulge, her hand slithering underneath to clutch the protuberance under Peach’s dress.

“Ooh…. It all seems so…. Hard…”

It was so big, the skin so taut and hot that it was like someone had created a meaty jet-engine, and Jennie’s mouth began to water as she felt it throb odiously in her palm.

‘Come on… fuck me your monster…’

She squeezed and Peach whimpered, no longer capable of making human sounds, and when Jennie looked back over her shoulder, she encountered a slack-jawed look of withheld lust. There was also a spot of drool wetting the corner of the girl’s mouth.

An evil smile crawled onto Jennie’s face.

‘I think I should put her out of her misery…’

She squeezed the shaft tight in her fist.

“HNnn…!”

“Now… I have some ruuules if I help you do your assignment..”

“N… Nnuhhh……”

“Number one….”

*Squeeze*

“Uhhnnn…!”

“… We aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. You can fuck whoever you like… but when I ask, I get. Understand?”

Peach was shaking, her resistance failing.

“Yes…nmmnn…”

“Number 2…”

*Squeeze*

“UHNN!”

“…. I hate condoms. I’m taking the pill, so we fuck bareback.”

“Yyesssuhhh…”

Jennie grinned. She knew now that she was getting her way, and didn’t give a fuck what her brother thought about it.

*Squeeze*

“Uhnn..”

“And finally…”

She squeezed the shaft between her fingers so viciously that Peach’s moan went even deeper.

“UHNNNNNuhhhhh!”

“Number three… don’t fuck my brother.”

Peach managed a pained smile.

“Uhhh……Done.”

Jennie gave her a glare, a fingernail placing itself carefully on the woman’s slit.

“No, seriously… not even a nibble.”

Peach whimpered as the finger rotated on the sensitive entrance, her cock spurting a little pre which lathered the finger.

“FINE… n-nothing…..hhn….”

Jennie’s expression became more eager sunny once more as she placed the wet finger between her lips and sucked it clean.

“MMmnn…..Good… now that we’ve got that out of the way…. Your assignment….”

She fished underneath her skirt, wiggled her hips, and pulled her panties off, to the awe of the girl whose lap she was sat on.

“I have heard that using all your senses is a perfect way to understand your… assignment better.”

“..Yeah..?”

Peach’s expression was now ravenous as her hands came up to the girl’s hips, squeezing them as Jennie waved the used underwear in front of her face, a criminally skimpy pair of bright green and yellow panties with her favourite gaming characters Darius and luna-G squeezed onto what little material was available.

Peach’s nostrils quivered.

“…. Wanna sniff?”

An animal groan of lust was a clear answer, and Jennie draped the panties carefully onto Peach’s face, the girl inhaling deeply, shivering like she’d just inhaled a powerful drug, the scent of Jennie’s pussy rifling straight to the centre of her brain.

“Huh… feel like we’re learning?”

“MMmpyyyeehhh..”

“… Great…. Now, I think listening also helps…”

She leaned back, pressing her back against Peach, who gripped the girl’s hips, unable to resist Jennie ensconcing herself tightly on her lap.

She leaned back and, whilst Peach continued breathing in her crotch-smell, began to moan over her shoulder.

“Fuck me.”

The bulge Jennie was sitting against throbbed angrily, and Peach moaned as Jennie caressed up and down her sides.

“Fuck meee.”

“YYhheaah….”

“You know… it seems like you’ve almost got it…”

“Hnnnnn.”

“Well… I think the next thing we need to do….”

She pulled the panties off of Peach’s face and flung them across the room, where they landed on Zack’s desk-lamp. The pair locked eyes.

“….the next thing…. is taste.”

Peach’s mouth was already open, wet and ready, and Jennie continued the evil ramping up of her lust by merely slipping her pursed lips across the edges of Peach’s, keeping her taut like an elastic band, the tension so high that it felt like the girl’s cock was going to explode right then and there.

‘My God…. the ridges and veins in her cock stick out like…. So much….’

“..Y-…uh….”

Peach could barely speak. She was trying not to instinctively grab hold of Jennie’s hips and ruin her, the pillowy, white ass cheeks peeking from under her skirt still torturing her, but then Jennie slipped her fingers further underneath and squeezed her huge testicles, and she spasmed, unable to hold back any longer.

She grabbed Jennie’s head and turned it so they were face-to-face.

The first real meeting of their lips was met with a solid groan from both participants, the two women wrestling back and forth, before Jennie’s tongue wriggled a little into Peach’s mouth, and vice-versa.

Then they slid in and clamped their faces together, and the French kissing began in earnest.

“MmMHPhhh!”

“Mmgggm..”

Peach began to eat Jennie’s face, and the girl mewled happily as the huge tongue bullied hers around in her mouth, squeezing the girl’s testicles in response. The chair squeaked beneath them as they ground against each other, kissing hard, wet, and animalistic. There was no attempt at subtlety or love-making whatsoever, just aggressive lust.

*Squeak-squeak-squeak*

“MMMBHHNNNNN.”

Just as Peach was beginning to slide her hands up to cup Jennie’s boobs, Jennie ramped up to even more drastic levels of sluttiness.

She pulled up Peach’s dress, bunching it up at the girl’s waist revealing the cock raging against her panties, pulling the plain underwear to the side, allowing it to spring upwards into the open, slapping against her back like a second, thicker spine.

“Woowww…. I think someone’s happy to see me?,” whispered Jennie, wrapping both hands more easily around the huge member.

“Yuhhh,” grunted Peach, trying to slide it straight into the girl’s pussy as she pawed at the girl’s tits under her shirt.

“Oohhhh, you wanna fuck me?” she moaned, enjoying the way her nipples were suddenly being attacked and tweaked, responding with a slow slide of her pussy lips back just over the head of Peach’s cock, painting it with her juices.

The scent of sex began to flutter up to their noses, just enough to catch a tangy hint of cock and pussy juices.

Peach moaned and tried to use her strength to manoeuvre Jennie more firmly, but the girl managed to keep her ass sliding back and forth over the tip each time, almost goading the girl behind her into further aggression.

“Oh! But… will that make me your cock-slave if it goes in me?” whined Jennie, grinning as she teased pushing down on the head, squeezing out fresh, hot pussy nectar which ran down the side of Peach’s shaft like melting ice cream on a summer’s day, dripping onto the chair and carpet beneath them before she slid off again, leaving Peach almost crying out in frustration.

“JUST… UuuhhhHHHH!….”

She fiddled with the hard nubs of the girl to torture back, and Jennie juddered as Peach attempted to rape the girl at this point, trying desperately to pull her down onto the waiting, throbbing torpedo..

“Oh.. Peach…”

Jennie made her voice as cute and innocent as she could.

“You…. wanna…. fuck me?”

“YYYYYESSSUHH!!!!” screeched Peach, and this time Jennie angled her ass back and allowed herself to be pulled directly over the cock, Peach roaring as she brutally snapped her hips up at the same time as trying to send Jennie through the floor, and Jennie moaned as ten inches of solid dick-meat slammed into her pussy, impaling her, eyes bugging out as she was brutally united with the object she had desired ever since she had worked out what hung between Peach’s thighs.

“Hnnhn…!”

The two shivered.

Jennie was seeing stars like she’d just been hit with a boxing combination, all part of an intoxicating high that made her body react in brutal fashion, her arms and legs quaking, liquid flowing to the corners of her mouth. Both figures took a second to adjust to this new, intimate position.

Peach groaned, bucking her hips which jerked Jennie’s head back, their bodies now connected via the super-invasive rod pulsing inside her well stretched pussy, the girl wincing and gasping with pleasure as Peach began to steadily fuck her, already in a rhythm that was sating every aching desire Jennie had worked up through the last few weeks. She was so wet that the cock easily slid in and out, and Peach didn’t even bother starting slow, knowing she was ripe and ready.

*Plap-plap-plap*

“Huhhn..UUHnn..uhgghhu….”

“Yeah… yeahhhhh…”

Peach was living out every half-considered fantasy, of touching Zack’s sister intimately, feeling the girl’s body-heat tight against her own, all of it coming out in a steady, brutal union of their bodies, and Jennie helped by allowing herself to be flung down onto the fuck-cradle that was Peach’s lap, the wet slurpy slaps of a wet undercarriage landing fully on a fat cock louder even than Jennie’s video games.

*Schwap* *schwap-schwap* *schawp*

“HMMHuhhnuuun!!”

“YHeehehuhh…ehhhhuehhh…”

Both women were moaning so loud that the closed door was meaningless, the walls vibrating as the chair buckled ominously, unable to deal with their combined weight as it croaked.

Jennie briefly thought it was lucky that Mom hadn’t come back yet, and then Peach’s cock obliterated the part of her brain that engaged in human thought processes.

“U-UHHHHGuuhh…”

Even through the bliss she tried to force herself to ride it.

“UHhn-!”

Jennie began to bounce high enough that the cock was almost leaving her body before slamming back down to the hilt, Peach going cross-eyed as the girl wrested every last mite of brutal fucking pleasure that she could from the love-stick.

*SCHWAP-schwap-schwap-schwap*

“UHHGNnn…UHnn…”

Peach worked with her to throw the girl down onto her shaft, and anyone watching would have seen Peach bouncing Jennie as if she was riding a perverted see-saw, pumping the girl so hard onto her cock that already she could feel the impending sensation of an orgasm ripping through the girl’s body already, her vagina oscillating on the shaft, then tightening obscenely.

“UUHHHhhhh!”

Jennie moaned, fingernails digging into her lover’s thighs as a sea of pussy juice gushed all over Peach’s lap, and Peach moaned with her, savouring the feeling of being drenched in the girl’s body heat, clutching her tight lips on her neck.

“MMMuuhhh…GHhh…”

Jennie grinned, cheek twitching as she felt a reciprocal spurt of pre-cum inside her, far heavier than she’d expected; she’d been with guys before, but that one early spurt felt like their full loads combined!

“Hoooohhh mmmyyy…..”

“Yeaahhh,” growled Peach, utterly subsumed with the act of breaking Jennie.

Now that she had begun the deed, she was damn well going to finish it.

Jennie gasped as she was lifted up into the air, the lopsided desk chair no longer needed, all pretence gone as she accidentally kicked the laptop screen in an effort to throw her shoes off, Peach not caring a jot as she pulled Jennie’s knees up so high that the girl whimpered, locked against Peach’s like a front-wearing backpack, her toes wiggling in the air as her hungry, aching pussy was inched up to the helmet.

The scent of sex and sweat made both girls’ nostrils quiver.

“Uhnnn….”

“Tease me huh slut…?” growled Peach, grazing the girl’s neck with her teeth, pretending to drop Jennie before catching her at the last second, an inch or so of cock pumping into her.

“Hn!... Hn..”

Jennie seemed delirious, and delighted.

“You think it was a good idea to tease me huhh?!”

“Yhhh…. Yhhh!”

Jennie was almost crying out for release, her pussy hungry for sustenance, and when Peach had tired of taunting her she released all the venom she had, pulling Jennie down on her cock like she was trying to perform a wrestling drop, thrusting her hips to meet it.

*PAF*

“UUHHHN!!”

Jennie squealed as she was overwhelmed by the pure brutality of Peach’s union of their bodies, orgasmic energy forced into her, pressed like a human sandwich with nowhere to hide, flecks of spit flying from her mouth as the cock began to motor into her defenceless pussy.

“OOH-u-h-uh-uh-u-i-aha-huh-h-!”

*PWAP-THWAP-SCHWAP-PWAP-*

The noises alternated between hip on hip, and wet, sticky cock-sliding noises, Jennie so lubricated by her own arousal that Peach reckoned whilst battering the poor girl that she could have pushed a semi-truck into the girl’s vagina with enough effort behind it.

As it was, the pleasure of her incredibly wet lips wrapped around her womanhood were stimulating beyond measure, knees going weak as Jennie moaned particularly vigorously on a deep thrust, toes curling in the air as she keened highly.

“Yeeeieiiuiihhhh….!”

Another pure, thunderous orgasm swept the girl’s body, her legs and arms jerking, odd noises of heat and whimpers escaping her lips as Peach didn’t let up, continuing to pump away without mercy.

*Pwah-phwap-PHWAP-!*

“Eyyyeh—ye-aaah-ah-ah!”

It was turning on Peach even more every time another wet gasp escaped Jennie’s lips, and she motored a few thrusts, shaking the girl in the air as she hammered at her sex, slamming into her undercarriage so hard that Jennie was lifted up by the pounding blows.

*SCHLPAP-SCHPLAP-SCHPLAP*

Pussy juices exploded on her cock, running in torrents onto her balls as Jennie’s back arched, head leaning back on her shoulder as she rent the air with wet cries of pleasure, and Peach felt herself heaving as well, teetering on the brink as she tried to hold back the flood.

The need however, was too great.

She simply had to fill this girl with her seed.

Jennie pushed her over the edge with three words, her lips barely able to form them as she hissed them in Peach’s ear.

“C-cum in meee.”

Peach’s balls tightened so hard that she almost doubled over, clamping tight around Jennie’s belly.

“HGHH!”

Perfect, white-hot pleasure ripped through her brain as a torrent of ejaculate fired deep into Jennie’s body, the girl shaking at the brutal insemination.

“Uughhhn…!!!”

“HEeeeeuuuhhhh!”

Both figures went taut, clutching as much of each other as they could wrap themselves in, two becoming one in a shivering ball of heat.

“Huuhmm…huhhmmy….”

“Bleuhhhvvuhh….”

Sweat dripped from their foreheads as they clung to each other tight, Jennie’s grip so hard on Peach’s forearm around her chest that it almost hurt, juddering as Peach groaned, another warm spurt filling her womb.

Peach helped by fucking a few deep strokes in with each splurge of cum from her balls, and the wet *Sschplap*s of her cock hitting Jennie’s pussy briefly became so wet and sticky with cum and pussy juice that it sounded like the pair were churning butter, heat drenching Peach’s lap as the pair juddered.

Jennie drooled as peach’s soul poured into her body, the tension in every part of her releasing, and she fell back, enjoying the last pulses of Peach within her sex as her pussy spasmed a few times more on the shaft, clamping it tight and then retracting.

The brutal smell of sex, pussies, dicks and bodily juices rose up from the chair, invading Peach and Jennie’s nostrils.

“Holy shit…”

“Euhvvuhh..…w…wow...”

Peach let out a long breath.

She knew there was no going back now… Zack was a hole of the past.

As she cupped Jennie’s breasts and traced the nipples, enjoying the semi-hard texture and the way the girl shivered in response, she reckoned she wouldn’t have too many regrets about it.

“Mmmn…. Well…. Shit.”

“Sh…euh….sh-shit what?”

Jennie leaned back over her shoulder, still breathing hard, chest rising and falling, and nibbled her lips, making Pinch growl.

“.. Shit whaaattuhh?”

“Uff… shit because… when Zack finds out… he’ll fuckin’ tell your mama, and then I’m fucked.”

Jennie grabbed her face.

“I don’t give a shit. Zack can eat someone else’s dick.”

Peach let out a tired grin.

“Yeah… sure.”

“Also, Peach, you deserve this…..”

She rotated herself on Peach’s softening cock, extending one leg and bringing it high across the girl’s front, ending up in a face-to-face straddle. Then she tightened her pussy with all the strength she could muster, making the girl moan in shock, her dick hardening instantly, blood thrumming through her body.

“…. And also… Ideserve a little more attention….”

***

Zack moaned around the shaft, the vibrations from the motor trembling as he tried his best to avoid Patsy’s arm which was still shifting gears as he sucked the living hell out of her cock.

Well, his mother always said, if there’s a job worth doing, it’s worth doing well.

“GLHHH!”

As pre-cum burst in a shower of salty flavour on his tongue, he surmised that she probably hadn’t imagined her son would apply it to extracting cock-cream for a ride.

Patsy was heaving, and he was sure she was taking the longest detour possible to make sure she got every last drop of her seed down his throat before they arrived.

Zack didn’t mind.

He wanted her spunk in his mouth anyway.

It was beginning to scare him how addictive it was sucking a penis in your mouth, to feel the ligaments throbbing, veins pulsing against your lips, the control you have over the receiver’s pleasure.

Patsy’s fist, which had been wrenching the gear stick, shoved the back of his head so hard that her penis slammed into his throat, making him gag.

“GHLLGHHH!”

It didn’t exactly do much for your self-image though.

Once again he couldn’t help imagining it was P moaning above him, even though Patsy’s shaft was a little softer when hard, her balls a little saggier.

As he pressed between her legs to suck them into his mouth one by one like plums, he realised he didn’t mind what they were like.

As long as they tasted like balls.

‘Jeez, I think I really am becoming a slut. What the fuck…’

He pushed the thought from his mind as Patsy began to creak, and the car seemed to creak with her, accelerator jerking as her leg shook, and then Zack and the woman whose cock he was deep-cleaning groaned together as a full ton of semen exploded in his mouth with a fury that, though expected, still caught him by surprise, choking as her dick went completely rigid, and pure salty cum-odours filled his sinuses.

His eyes watered as he tried to survive swigging her babymaking juice, Patsy’s fist tightening in his hair as she forced him deeper into her crotch, apparently attempting to push his face through the floor of her car.

The cock bulged in his throat, and even more cum flowed into his stomach, some spluttering back up over her endless filling-machine, Zack feeling like he was being force-fed a liquid breakfast, lunch and dinner in one go.

Finally, the woman shook as a last spurt poured down his throat, her belly pressing against the side of his head as she clutched him as tight as possible to her, lips right up against her hilt, the cock inhabiting what felt like his whole face and neck.

The painful whine of the accelerator being fully pressed down sputtered to a quiet *put-put-put* as Patsy let out a moan, releasing her hand from his hair.

Zack pulled himself off of her dick slowly in case he slobbered all over the upholstery, and was rewarded for his troubles with a tiny spurt of her love dribbling all over his nose and cheek as he looked at the object of pure physical perfection.

He hated himself so much for what he did next.

Patsy’s eyes snapped from the road to him for a moment, just in time to see him smiling as he licked the icing from her head, sucking on her lollypop like she was taking him to the circus for the first time.

“Hnnnnn…..”

When he had finished, and slurped down every last inch, even checking under the crevasse of her helmet for any spunk which might have been hiding (drawing a particularly appreciative “ooooh” from his chauffeur for the morning), Patsy immediately swerved into a parking space, and pulled up the clutch which ground upwards like it was attached to some sort of anchor.

Zack wondered how many laps of the community centre car park they had done in the last ten minutes, but decided not to think about it, a virulent cum-laden burp exploding from his lips.

“BBBUHHHHRRRRBBBB!!”

Patsy squealed, laughing and hitting him on the shoulder, muttering something in her language before offering, “you go… you go….”

He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks… I… I enjoyed it…..”

Her face became coy.

“Oh… you stay?…”

“What?! No, no I have to go…..!”

He shoved the door open as a claw closed around his wrist, and it seemed like she would reverse her decision to let him leave as he attempted to pull clear, blowing her a few desperate kisses to placate her.

“You stay…”

“No, thank you, I need to..!… if you could just…”

She almost managed to pull him back in before he wriggled clear.

“Th-thank you.. no… NO!”

Begrudgingly she allowed him to slip through her clutches, growling as Zack fell out and landed on the concrete with a painful thud, before rolling clear and bringing himself up on shaky legs, jogging a little from the car as he dusted himself down.

“Jesus,” he muttered, ignoring how hard he’d been blowing her cock ten minutes ago, as she waved frantically from inside the compact vehicle. It was almost comical how small it looked on the outside.

He turned back, happy to be driving his own-

The space he had parked in the day previous was empty.

No car.

‘Oh crap.’

He looked around, shell-shocked.

It should have been here.

It took him a few seconds to realise that he had left a roomful of delinquents and minor offenders early. Of course one would have been sneaky enough to steal a car if they noticed he had gone home early…. Hell it was probably Peach.

He thought about calling the police, and then realised that a cop had got him into this entire mess in the first place, and he didn’t want a horny officer bending him over the hood of her car, or worse, sending him for even more community service.

When he turned back, Patsy was still there watching with a morose look on her face.

He walked back and opened the car door.

“… One more stop?” he said sheepishly.

She cocked an eyebrow, and pulled up her dress, revealing the cock which had only just started going down, and was now inflating as if by magic.

‘Jesus does she not have some sort of off-switch?’

Zack sighed and nodded, massaging his jaw.

Patsy knew how to bargain.

***

Peach fell backwards into a seated position on the bed, a bed slat groaning as the weight of two people fell on it, their bodies fused together by the glue of Peach’s cum and Jennie’s pussy juices.

For a moment no-one spoke, simply basking in their afterglow, the long sought-after release.

A car engine drifted lazily past, and Peach’s ears pricked, but as it continued down the road she relaxed, her fingers trembling as they clutched Jennie’s front.

When they did eventually open their eyes and look at each other, it was with smirks and grins.

Jennie sat up and asked, “So, what position should we do next?”

“Uh fuck… I still have to…finish that by tomorrow… ” muttered Peach, gesturing to the laptop which seemed to still be working despite the kick that Jennie had given the screen earlier.

Instead of responding with words, Jennie responded by pulling herself off the cock, Peach gasping as the girl dropped to shaking knees and attached her lips to the helmet, eyelids fluttering as she drank the sperm leaking from the slit.

“mMmphh…”

Peach watched in utter, mind-blown silence as Jennie nuzzled her nozzle, kissing up and down it like she needed it to live, slurping down the torrid mixture of cum and pussy juice on the sides of her cock like it was the tastiest ice cream in the world.

When Jennie had finished, Peach was breathing heavily again, her cock back to full, raging hardness.

Jennie looked up vehemently into her eyes.

“Fuck me in his bed.”

“What….... why…?”

Her grin was pure malicious greed.

“I want to break it, so he’ll be reminded how hard you fuck me every time he tries to sleep.”

“Oh my God you are evil,” said Peach, a disbelieving grin scrawled on her features.

Jennie grinned back, “That’s why you want me.”

“Yeah… fyi though… we already broke the bed so….”

Jennie scrunched her face up in disgust.

“Ugh!… I don’t want to hear about it…… Let’s fuck on the desk then. Maybe we can break that!”

***

P gunned the engine of her motorcycle, flying down empty roads at the speed of a bullet.

People who stopped and turned in the leafy suburb to the tremendous roar of the engine would have barely seen the leather-clad figure before she disappeared, the trail of dust and smoke kicked up by her tires the only thing left behind.

When she had finished pressing the roar of the motor, she flew into the garage of a picture-perfect two-story white house, the growl of the engine ceasing, leaving only the sounds of distant cars and birds chirping at the sudden arrival.

She jumped in through the back door and almost managed to make it to her room unhindered.

“Penelop-… P is that you??”

Her mom had given in to calling her P instead of ‘Penelope’ after insisting upon it, but it still slipped out from time-to-time.

“Yeah, I’m going up to my room!” she yelled back down the stairs.

“… Okay, you gonna come down later and do your chores?”

“YEAH!”

She entered a room with posters of bands and emos on the walls, as well as one or two pretty boys in cute underwear that she had put up when she was younger, and knew she should probably throw away but couldn’t quite bring herself to yet.

After slamming the door (“Penny, no slamming in this house!”) and throwing her jacket on the floor, P waded through a few grubby t-shirts and socks before settling down in her bed and pulling her headphones on.

What to listen to?

She picked up a drumstick and began to twirl it in her hand as the other scrolled through songs on her phone.

‘Flight life…’

Immediately the gorge rose in her throat as she thought of Zack, and she jabbed the skip button, the slight upturn in her mood that the bike-ride had provided vanishing.

“Hm.”

‘That fucking asshole.’

She began to slap the drumstick against her bed whilst searching for something more aggressive to listen to, ignoring the *ding* of the messenger sound on her phone in case it was…. him.

‘Killer Filler’…

‘That’ll do.’

Immediately her ears were filled with howling noise, a shredding chorus of guitars and drums with filthy, ragged bass that still seemed almost quaint compared to the way the singer entered, bawling at the top of his lungs, his throat sounding like someone had taken a cheese grater to it as he sang in an almost incomprehensible collection of guttural growls.

*DEEEEOWWNT TAAAAIIIEEEEKKK MUUUUAAAYYYYYYY SOOUULLLLLLLL HAAAAOOOOOMMMMEEE*

P sniffed and chucked the phone to the side, grabbed the other drumstick, and leaned back, beating out her frustrations on the sheets.

Her eye briefly caught one of her posters, and through the furious swirl of noise inside her, she imagined what Zack would look like with those tight, translucent boxers that almost showed the cute cock-bulge inside.

She scrunched her eyes shut and beat out a heavier, less tidy rhythm on the soft surface around her.

‘Imagine if it started to make a wet patch where his dick was straining at it….’

His cock would probably be dying to be revealed so she could pull his legs open and sandwich her much meatier monster back in his snug hole.

She almost had her hand down her pants to grasp the python growing there before a call from downstairs made her jump.

“HONEY?!”

“HNNN!”

She groaned and stood up, traipsing over to the door and opening it a crack to shout back.

“Mom WHAT!”

“Can you come down and do those chores?”

She clenched her teeth.

“Yeah… yeah I’m COMING!”

*SLAM*

“And PEN, will you quit slamming that door!”

P took one last look at the poster, and, despite her fingers still itching to finger the bulge running down her leg, she tore it from the wall.

“You… fucking… asshole….” She hissed as she scrunched it into a ball, before throwing it across the room to join the rest of the junk and clothes that lay on her barely visible floor.

“I’M COMING!”

She walked out, throwing the door closed behind her with a *BANG*.

***

The pair toiled away in the sheets, sweat pouring off of them both as the fucked like it would be the final time they would ever connect their bodies.

They had been going for hours. Outside the light was beginning to fade, and family cars were parking in driveways all down their street, tired men and women in suits bringing their kids inside to make dinner.

Meanwhile the two continued fucking like rabid dogs, keening to the moon.

“UuuHHH-uhHHH-UHHH!”

“Yuuhhhhh… YYYUUHHHhhh…”

Jennie was cumming again, her legs in the air, toes curling as Peach pounded away, aching glutes and thighs not enough to distract from the pleasure burning through both of their bodies.

Peach’s back arched, a painful grouse crossing her face, and the stream that left her aching balls barely had an effect on Jennie, her insides so covered in girl-cum that it was like adding icing to a bucket of custard.

“Nnnhh…”

The two girls collapsed, lost in their own world of humidity, sweat and the taste of each other’s bodies, both heaving in huge breaths, Peach nuzzling the sweat on Jennie’s neck.

Eventually she rose up on aching legs, satisfied, sated, retracting her cock from the swamp between Jennie’s legs, looking down on her broken, steaming bitch.

“Yeah that’s right you little fuckin….f.. f-fucking whore… phew….”

“Mmmn…”

Peach grinned.

“I think I need some food aft-“

Then the broken, spent body… giggled.

“-er… huh?”

Peach watched in growing surprise as Jennie pulled herself up on shaking knees to a kneeling position.

“Ohhh… mmmmmygod…. That was amazing….”

Peach couldn’t contain her confusion as Jennie sighed, cupping her breasts, licking some of the saliva that had fallen down her chin.

“Mmmh…”

“Uh.. you okay?”

Her expression become flirtatious even though her eye was still spasming from the late aftershocks of her most recent orgasm.

“Oh me? Yeah, of course!.….”

Peach regarded her with a level of surprise and respect.

“H… how are you still… talking?..”

“Well… just wanted to try a few more positions… just to be sure.”

“M… more?”

Jennie simpered.

“… If you can handle it, of course..”

Peach’s mouth temporarily dropped open, sweat pouring down her face, and then a fervent expression came to her.

“Oh… okay then… FINE…. You want it? You got it…”

The look on her face was clear.

Jennie had made a mistake goading her. Now she was going to get it.

The gloves were off now.

***

Zack’s burp was so rank that his own eyes started watering, so brutally salty and tangy was the breath that came back into his nose.

“Oh Jesus…”

He popped a bunch of the mints he had gotten at the gas station on the way (He had grimaced as the slurp of the gas pipe leaving the car was not unlike the slurps he had given for Patsy’s cock bulging his cheeks.)

Eventually they had made it to Mike’s studio. Zack couldn’t stomach going home in case Peach was there

When he entered, he looked up at the cameras and waved.

“Hey man… Who was that woman in the car?”

“Huh? Which woman?”

“The one hanging around outside right now.”

Zack grunted.

‘Jesus, does she never stop?’

Starting to regret his decision to be her fucktoy for most of yesterday evening and this morning, Zack came up with the best excuse he could think of.

“Ah it’s a… a friend of my Mom’s.”

Mike peered at the screen.

“Dude… she’s kinda hot.”

“Yeah she’s… also a little hot to handle.”

Mike inched a little closer to the screen.

“I wouldn’t mind handling her.”

“Well you sure have my blessing.”

“Yeah?”

“Dude, I’m serious, she’s…. she’s a lot…”

“Man, I’ll give anything a try.”

Zack muttered under his breath, “I doubt that,” before leaning in.

“Dude.. Mind if I chill here for a bit?”

“Sure man…. Want a bit of coffee?”

Zack winced as his asshole ached, quite thoroughly wrecked after last night.

“Ha…. Mind if we go stronger?”

“Not at all. Always ready to rock and roll!”

He hurried to the fridge and grabbed two beers.

“So… hey, I think your Mom’s friend is coming!”

Zack’s eyes widened, leaning over to stare at the monitor where Patsy was bustling from her car.

“Oh… shit…man could… could you talk to her??! Like show her a studio or something…”

“Yeah? Um.. sure… Hey, you don’t mind if I… hit on her do you?”

“Uh… sure whatever, just… let me hide here!”

“Alright man!”

He allowed Zack to jump behind the counter just in time for the door to swing open, Zack huddling under the desk, just able to see the monitors where Patsy was now moving briskly towards the front desk.

Zack felt like his breathing was extremely loud. He hoped she couldn’t smell him….

“…Hello.”

“H.. hi there,” said Mike, “Would you uh… like to look around the studio?”

“Where he?”

“Huh? Uh.. Zack? I think he’s gone out the back entrance… maybe I can help you?”

Her eyes peeled, and she looked Mike up and down, and her face became more appreciative as she took him in, observing the long hair and pasty face.

“Hmm…. Yes.”

“Uh… can I.. show you a studio?”

Her demeanour became even more appreciative, and Zack spied the eagerness in her expression, even on the grainy computer screens.

“Da. You show me.”

Mike’s countenance seemed to inflate, becoming bolder as he gestured grandly with an outstretched hand, and was rewarded with a smile and a tight grip, the woman not letting his hand go for a long time, rubbing her thumb across the back of his hand.

It seemed as if he couldn’t believe it, and he positively bounced to the first studio.

“HERE we have-”

She ignored him, walking past him and gazing around at the soundproofed walls.

The more she saw, the more curious she became.

“Music?”

“Uh… yes, that’s what we are here fo-“

“Why?”

“Uh… because… because we’re a music stud-“

He cocked his head as she pulled at the faded black padding on the wall.

“Ah could you not… that’s soundproofing.”

“…. Sound…”

“… Proofing, yes… so people don’t ah… so it makes less noise.”

“Hmm. I like music.”

“Well, perfect then, what instrument do you play?”

“You have girlfriend?”

Patty seemed to be enjoying an entirely different conversation to the one Mike was having.

“Wuh?.. uh…”

Zack could just about see on the monitor what was happening, until the pair walked a little further in, still engaging in the rather odd conversation.

Curiosity got the better of him.

He crawled over and poked his head out of the booth where he could see Patsy walking into the centre of the room with Mike beside her.

“And what about..?”

She mimed a ring on her empty ring finger.

“Ah… no, no not married…”

Patsy’s expression grew hungry, and fear and excitement seemed to build in Zack’s belly as he saw all the warning signs begin to show, Mike painfully unaware of how her demeanour became more aggressive, too busy ogling her tits as fingers curled into claws, the woman stepping a little closer to him.

“…… And you say… no others here?”

Mike seemed to be disbelieving what was about to happen.

Zack could almost see the hamster in his brain scrambling in its wheel.

He might get laid… in his studio….

Zack knew he had no idea.

“Ah… sure.. but why don’t we close the door and we can….”

She put a soft, but firm hand on his wrist.

“If nobody here, no door close.”

Mike’s eyes popped to the booth, briefly looking over at the counter, noticing Zack who couldn’t look away.

“Ah… right… okay…..”

The two figures seemed caught in a moment of pure tension, almost painful to watch as Zack stared at Patsy’s ass, her glutes rippling as she adjusted slightly into a more aggressive posture.

Without a word, Patsy shuffled closer to Mike, until she was looking down at him, the young man eye level with her tits.

Mike seemed spellbound, eyes wide, and then she placed her arms around him. Mike didn’t even kiss back at first, so shocked was he by her viper-fast insertion of tongue into his throat, but then the air was filled with moans and squelches as they accustomed themselves to each other’s taste.

“MMMhhh!!”

“Mhhhphhh….”

She enveloped him, Mike almost disappearing inside her frame, and it looked as if she was trying to swallow the boy through her front, tits shoved against him, her arms clamping him so tight it looked like she might break his back.

He seemed to be loving it, wiggling happily and squeezing her tits, unable to get his hands around them.

“MMMmh..”

Patsy was enjoying the kissing so much she was not even taking the time to escalate, smiling into the kiss, slobbering down Mike’s chin, and the man seemed so surprise at how sloppy and wet it was that he was almost apologising.

“Mph.. Pllhlohhh sorry… MMMPH-!”

Patsy shut up his apologies by spitting fully into his mouth with a huge glob which landed on his tongue, and when she next slammed her muscle into his mouth, she did it with so much venom that it would have caused him to fall back if her arms hadn’t wrapped around him.

Mike moaned as he was manhandled like a human broomstick; pulled and shoved off balance until she was mauling his mouth against the wall, then she was grabbing his neck and squeezing as he coughed, muttering something that only he could hear.

Mike whimpered.

Zack adjusted himself, his erection now pressed flat against the floor as Patsy grabbed Mike’s head and shoved it manfully into her large tits.

Mike moaned like he had been kicked nuts-first into heaven, now fully pressed against the heavy and intoxicating smell of Patsy’s tits, the woman knowing full well what she possessed and using it to her full advantage, shoving him so hard against the wall that Zack wasn’t certain whether Mike’s moan signified pleasure or pain.

It was answer by Mike’s hands reaching out and violently grabbing Patsy’s buttcheeks, digging into them and actually creasing her dress in her cheeks so his fingers brushed close to her asshole, making her whimper in shock and delight.

“MMMooOOHhhh…. Strong boy…!”

Mike took that as a sign that apparently vigour was the correct approach, and he began to moan loudly into her tits, Zack realising the man must have been unleashing months, if not years, if pent-up lust.

As they wrestled, Patsy clearly powerful enough to snap him in half if necessary, Mike suddenly became rigid.

“Mphh!”

Zack tried to work out what was going on, and then he saw Patsy un-smother Mike with her tits, his face sweaty and red as he looked down in confusion at the thing resting on his thigh.

His eyes widened at the bulge which seemed to be inhumanly large.

“Oh…. wh.. what is that…”

She grabbed it, and moaned a little as she squeezed it.

He looked up at her, fear in his gaze, his hands trembling.

“I… is that a….?”

She took his hand, gently, and Zack watched, entranced, as she led it to the bulge in her dress.

Mike’s whimper was one of a cowed dog as he came into contact with it, his fingers receiving no instructions as they simply flopped against it.

Patsy’s eyes peeled, and she controlled them, wrapping his hand around the outside of the bulge, and squeezed his hand against it.

“Mmmhhh…”

Mike’s ears pricked at the sound of a woman being pleasured, the orgasmic little trill that ran up her body as he took in the full weight and magnificence of this mature woman, in the peak of her womanhood, dressed so plainly and yet so utterly sexy because she knew exactly what they both wanted, and how they were going to achieve it.

She let his hand go, and it stayed there on her bulge.

Patsy was in control of this situation. She knew what she was doing.

Mike squeezed, like a puppet being controlled by the slightest twitch of Patsy’s eyebrow.

“HHMMmhhh….”

The belly-hum from Patsy vibrated through Mike’s hand, and he whimpered as the thing pulsed in his grip, now unable to let go like he was being electrocuted, and Zack noticed that when they turned slightly, his friend’s shorts were bulging with a clear erection.

Patsy’s expression became sly, and she began to pump her hips slightly into his fist, and mimed a wanking motion with her right hand.

Zack couldn’t help anticipating it.

He grimaced.

‘Fuck I hate myself.’

Mike shivered as his hands squeezed the throbbing lump again, and Zack watched, drawn in, unable to stop himself reaching for the front of his own pants as his friend went through the same process in his head that he had had weeks ago.

Feeling the strength of her.

Reasoning that she’s beautiful, and that it turns him on.

But what would people think?

Patsy had already let go of his hands, and now he was rubbing up and down the shaft… and fiddling with the hem of the dress.

She seemed to enjoy it the most when Mike was caught between stopping and letting himself go, having an internal battle that none but he could see, before he lifted up the dress, managing to free the bulge that was now being held back by nothing but a pair of ugly spanx.

Her fingers dug into the material and pulled, and the spanx ripped clean across the bulge, birthing a monster.

A huge thing emerged between them, and Martin bleated weakly as he finally laid eyes on the mega-cock that he realised Patsy was about to employ to crush his masculinity forever.

The eight-inch beast hung in the air, making his own shrivel up even further than it already seemed in contrast, wanting to hide from the big Daddy that had come for its wife and kids.

The slit was drooling like it hungered for his insides, pre-cum forming a pool on the studio floor.

Patsy grabbed Mike’s hand and placed it around the shaft. His fingers couldn’t even touch all the way around it.

In situations of fear or nervousness Mike’s eyes would usually bug out, but they were already popping out of his skull as he watched a particularly large spurt of jizz fly a metre before landing in a long trail across the rough carpet.

“Oops!”

Patsy mimed a wanking action with her wrist, a subtle threatening look in her eye.

Mike took a moment, and then did so, using a weak wrist to pump barely an inch back and forth, the ghostly pale look on his face making it unclear to Zack whether he was doing it due to pleasure or fear as the woman groaned.

He squeezed, slowly, and Patsy bristled like she was about to charge him down.

Still the tent in his shorts was alarmingly obvious. The groaning and snorting of Patsy was bringing something out of Mike, whose handjob began to change from pathetic to firming up his wrist, using harder, tighter strokes, and Patsy’s utterings began to fill the room, muffled oddly from where Zack was lying but still enough that he could tell she was being unnecessarily loud, groaning as the boy beneath him pounded her cock like it was his job.

Zack could see the tendons and muscles sticking out in Mike’s hand as he began to polish Patsy’s cock to a mean shine, and they both gasped as a long line of pre-cum shot out of her slit, going all over Mike’s front, the man stepping back in dismay and quiet reverence as she warmed his front.

“MMMmhhh…..

He looked up at Patsy in time to see her grinning, and miming a cock going into her mouth.

Zack had to admit that for someone without a true grasp of English, she certainly communicated effectively.

When Mike’s eyes went round, she flicked hers down to the meeting of their appendages, and then to his lips, and began to massage her tits, purring as the huge orbs almost hypnotised Mike.

Apparently, her bargaining was still on point too.

Mike looked like he was unable to move of his own free will, his hands wet and shaking.

Patsy scooted up to him like she was about to ask him to dance at the prom, bouncing on her heels, and then assisted him by placing two hands on his shoulders, firmly levering him to his knees.

“Uhhh… Okay….”

When he reached the floor his hands came to a begging position on her front, and she took advantage by grabbing and sliding them firmly to the front of her thighs.

He shivered as the cock hung in the centre of his vision, a one-eyed broadsword about to enter his face.

Zack knew the smell would be wafting in his nostrils now. He himself could already taste the brutal tang on his tongue…. But was mainly because he’d been sucking her cock earlier that morning. The burning, riotous flavours of Patsy’s cock which still inhabited his mouth and nose, so potent and enticing that for a moment his mouth started watering much the same as Mike’s must have been doing right at that moment.

The man trembled, his fingers itching to put something between his face and the drooping monster to protect him as it waved closer and closer.

Then…. The wet ooze pressed against the front of Mike’s lips, and Zack watched, spellbound, grinding his crotch against the carpet, as the man’s mouth opened slowly, meekly, until he was almost trying to send his jaw to the floor, and the snake slithered into its new lair.

“Glh.”

Mike’s nostrils rapidly opened and closed as he tried to remain calm, snorting in and out with sharp breathes through his nose.

It seemed like he might have a panic attack, chest heaving…. And then his eyelids fluttered up as Patsy cooed.

Her hands came to stroke his head, calming him.

“Yes… Goood…”

Zack saw the man’s tongue snaked from his mouth and lick, from the base of her cock all the way to the head, slathering it in juices.

Patsy groaned, bending forwards as his mouth enticed her in.

She began to pull her dress clear of her body, freeing her breasts which sat against her body, free of any bra, her belly revealed with sweat already covering it in a light sheen as well as her neck and tits.

The moment of Mike becoming a cocksucker was a special few minutes that engrained itself in the memories of everyone present, apparently unlocking a core memory as he pressed both lips in a loving smooch of his partner’s pee-slit before spreading wide and gobbling up her entire womanhood, bar a few inches, eyes bugging out as he came to grips with just what a difficult task it was going to be.

The lips sealed, and he pressed on regardless of the fact that tears were beginning to emerge from his eyes, slobbering up and down the length as Patsy tried to pump her hips in time with his erratic, fervent cock-love.

The two wrestled, trying to find some sort of rhythm as Patsy’s facial expressions changed each second like someone had poured water onto her control desk.

“MMm…Ugh…niet… DA! Haii…”

Her fingers shook as she carefully placed them either side of Mike’s head, and for a moment it seemed like the most loving gesture in the world.

Then she pumped her hips, slowly, and Mike sucked in the cock as far as he could take it.

He paused, but Patsy kept going.

Mike’s hands tightened on Patsy’s hips, and then he mewled in alarm as the cock continued its journey into his throat, the young man suddenly spluttering, tears streaming down his face from having tried to fit as much as possible in already.

The two figures juddered… and then Mike wretched as his lips hit the stubble just around the base of her cock.

It took him a while to adjust, Patsy calming him with firm massages of his temple and shoulders from her position above him.

“MMPHhGHl…MMphggl….Mph…ghl…ghl…”

Eventually… Mike’s mouth tightened carefully around her hardness once more, this time applying far greater suction.

The essences swilled in his mouth and he moaned. Apparently they were doing something wonderful to his brain, as Mike had begun swirling his tongue around the head of her dick,

The blowjob was now taking place in earnest, Mike trying to sate the cock, merge with it, swirling, sucking, kissing, spitting all up and down the white pillar…. It was a display of pure, no-frills sluttiness, and Patsy seemed beside herself, having to grab the wall for support as Mike forced so much pleasure up her cock that she seemed to have gone red in the face trying not to cum.

“N…. niet…. Ho da….”

He was almost bouncing on his knees trying to keep his head movements long enough to suck all the way up and down, and Zack wondered at his ability to give his soul to the task of extracting ball cream.

The sounds of wet sucking even with the sound proofing were loud and abrasive, Mike snorting like a pig as he snuffled at Patsy’s womanhood.

Zack watched in anticipation as Patsy’s moans got higher and her legs began to tense, leaning back on the wall, fingers turned to claws which clamped to the side of Mike’s head.

“HHhuunhHH!”

The two figures suddenly spasmed, and Mike squealed into the log in his throat as it suddenly expanded, and then two tons of hot cum bulldozed its way into his stomach.

“MMMMGHHHLLLLL!”

He squealed, Zack watching with lust as Patsy roared, fucking her slick, wet cock a few times into Mike’s face as the boy wretched, a back-log of cum forcing it out over his mouth where it covered Patsy’s cock, and when she pulled her dick back again, it was alongside a wave of regurgitated cum which splattered onto her balls, drenching the carpet, waterfalling down Mike’s chin as he tried to push away.

Zack looked down, spellbound, seeing the hardness so open and obvious between Mike’s legs that he was almost annoyed the man didn’t just give in completely.

‘Really? He’s going to try and pretend he’s not turned on?’

Then Patsy shoved Mike to the floor.

“H-Hey! Uuh…”

She advanced as he began to crawl backwards, both of them utterly naked.

“Uh look…. I-I like you…”

“Yes.”

“So… so maybe we take things… slow…”

“No.”

“N-no?”

She grabbed her wet cock and began to slap his cheek.

“No. We do hard, and Fast.”

*Pat*

“Mmuh…”

He whimpered every time she patted his cheek, sperm splattering over his face, his head moved a little by each one.

*tap*

“Huh.”

*tap*

“Ugh.”

She used her hips to swing a little more heavily, and Mike let out a gasp as she hit him at medium pace with the wet, fleshy mace.

*Splat!*

“Oof!”

This time the jizz formed a long cock-length stain on his skin.

Patsy was grinning, standing over him, victorious.

Zack could see her ass rippling, the orbs staring back at him as she leaned over, exposing her huge bollocks underneath a pink flower, cock drooping between her legs as she grabbed Mike.

It was an incredible sight.

“Fast.”

She lifted him in the air, and Mike bleated as she held him easily, before his legs were pulled around her, and the wet spear placed firmly at his entrance.

***

Peach could barely move. She retracted her cock which ached so much that she reckoned she’d need to take it to the garage to have a check over and an oil refill, leaving the cum- cave that used to be Jennie’s vagina, grabbing a half-finished can of coke from the bedside table and chugging it.

Jennie lay on her back, legs in the air, cum all over her front.

“Uhnmm….”

“Yeah… that’s… that’s right bitch,” breathed Peach, grinning like a maniac.

“Thaaaa….”

“Yeah… That’s it, right? Not talking so much now you mouthy little slut….”

Jennie murmured, and Peach sneered.

“What, apologising for your mistake? Well too late, I F-“

She paused as Jennie managed to get the words out, “Thaaat… all you… all you got?”

Peach’s eyes expanded, the coke can dropping to the floor and a whimper escaping her as Jennie rolled her legs back, and pulled them up, showing her destroyed pussy.

“… I thought girls like.. like you were.. mn…. supposed to be good at this…”

Whilst she was talking, a hand began to snake around Peach’s softening shaft, playing with aching, swollen balls.

“Mmuhh…”

“… Can’t you last a little longer for baaaaaby?”

Peach heaved in air like she was about to pass out.

“Oh… okay… but….. but you asked for it…”

Jennie smiled, that sweet, innocent smile, cum rolling down the sides of her belly, ribs and chin.

“Yeah… give me everything….”

***

Mike bleated.

They were now in a reversed high-school make-out position, him clamped to Patsy’s front in mid-air, legs clamped around her waist…. And her cock-head pressed right up against his exposed flower.

Zack shivered.

His friend was about to be given a lesson in the art of anal pleasure.

“Sit.”

Her voice was hard, and Mike began to gently let his ass sink downwards, a terrified expression on his face.

Zack watched as the thing began to disappear up inside him.

“UUHHHH……”

Patsy growled, a wide, predatory smile on her face as the man’s globes squeezed around her shaft, parted by the ferocious hard-on travelling deep into his body.

“Ooooeuuuhhhhhh….”

Mike was sweating, lips wobbling as he seemed to truly understand what was happening to him, bleating as the helmet explored his insides, stealing more real estate inside his body, his chest crushed against Patsy’s breasts as she bear-hugged him tighter.

He paused, around halfway on her cock, jittering and trying to deal with the impaling of his anus.

“Hooo this is.. this is a lott……”

Patsy didn’t appreciate the sudden tranquillity.

She shoved her hips up and pulled on his shoulders, and Mike squealed in alarm as his butthole travelled straight to ground zero, crashing to the solid earth of Patsy’s hips as the cock disappeared inside his body.

“AAAAIIIIIIIUUHHHH!”

Zack winced as his friend trembled, panic in his eyes, his insides hugging what must have been a torpedo because Patsy was so in heat, gurning as she stared into Mike’s eyes, her lips wet, drooling as she kept him held easily in the air.

“MMmmph… Goood…….”

She seemed to utterly besotted that she began to give wet, slurpy kisses across the man’s face.

“MMmmwwwwah!”

She left wet splodges of saliva wherever she landed.

Somehow Mike seemed to be calmed by the wetness and warmth of her kisses, trembling as his insides hugged the huge rod which Zack knew now pulsed within him.

“Oooh…”

Then the muscles hidden within Patsy’s motherly frame began to crank up the gears, her face setting, tightening her grip on Mike.

The next thrust was hard.

“Thwap*

“UHn!”

The third was harder.

*THWAP*

“EEAUHHH..”

The next few were violent.

*SCHWAP-SCHWAP-SCHWAP*

“UHNN-EAuuuh-Uhhhh!

She began to power-fuck him in mid-air, and Mike spasmed, whining as he was railed.

“Un-un-un-un-un-un-un-uhn-HUHN-UHNUH-UHNNNN!”

The two began to engage in a hellish ritual of brutal insertions, girlish mating cries extracted from Mike’s wet lips as he clung onto Patsy for dear life, Zack wincing as he thought of the way the ridges of her cock would be sliding across the man’s insides, the vein pulsing odiously with each throb of the steel pillar.

“UHHGHH-“

Patsy moaned, a guttural, ugly sound.

“Guhghhhh…”

*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Zack stared for a long time at Patsy’s balls slapping against Mike’s buttocks, remembering how heavy they were, like two apples being swung against the man’s undercarriage as Mike screamed, the soundproofing doing little to dampen his pathetic, lustful cries. Patsy snarled eagerly whilst she fucked him, pulling him down on her cock like a sock-poppet on its owner’s hand.

*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

The man juddered from head to toe as he was machine-gun fucked to high heaven, his eyes rolling up, drool running from his mouth as Patsy hit all the spots that should never be hit, desecrating his innermost sanctums as the constant, oscillating slaps wormed into Zack’s ears.

The ragdolling was getting so harsh and brutal, that Zack was starting to worry as Mike’s limp body was railed again against the soundproofed walls, occasionally clutching a poster for help before her claws tore it down, grabbing whatever she needed for support to continue power-fucking Mike into eternal ecstasy.

Out of nowhere a drooling, weak squeal came from the man being buttfucked in mid-air, and a spurt of white string hit his chin, Patsy whining in delight as more cum shot between their faces, some landing in her nostril, his forehead, her hair.

She licked it like it was honey.

“Mmm-uh-u-uh!!!!”

Even then, whilst he came, she continued her nasty insertions, hands gripping tight to him.

Then Patsy let out a gruff “NNNNhhh..”

Her legs shuddered, and it looked like she might drop Mike, but she shoved him hard against the wall and pinned his knees back, legs in the air.

One harsh insertion was followed by a body-wide spasm as if a wave of electricity was passing through her, and her gigantic balls retracted upwards slightly, all of their contents being pumped upwards.

Mike felt a river submerge his innards and responded with a wide-eyed keen, tearing up as he held onto Patsy for support whilst two tonnes of cock-cream devoured his insides, saliva flowing freely from his mouth as he shook like he was being possessed.

As Patsy mashed her forehead against his, growling, it looked like she was a demon taking his soul.

They both stared at each other as she filled him, Mike in terror and ecstasy, Patsy in pure lust.

The soul-stealing seemed to go on forever. Zack felt some pre-cum dribble into his boxers as the two figures keened and moaned.

A short while later both participants were trembling, having caused each other such mind-wrenching ecstasy, and Zack felt the smells from inside the studio hit him like a wall, eyes watering as the stench of ballsacks, sweat and tangy cum enveloped him.

“Wow..” he muttered.

It was truly brutal from the outside.

He watched in awe as Patsy started again.

Mike moaned in fear, wiggling his toes, the most he could achieve in his pinned position against the wall, but Patsy switched her technique so now she was hammering him much slower, but harder, each thrust like a pneumatic compressor.

*THWAP*

“HUH.”

Mike looked like he couldn’t get air into his lungs because his body was so filled with cock on each thrust, bleating as she sheathed her pork sword in the blink of an eye into his backside.

*THWAP*…… *THWAP*

“P-Pat-SYYY!!! …. Uh… sh-UHHHH-!!!!....”

“MMm?!”

Their stilted conversation didn’t slow Patsy’s steady, violent hip-thrusts.

“C-UH-!....C-can w-UH!... W-we slow down.. c-can.. can we slow…”

She looked at him like she was going to crush him like a bug, but her face softened upon seeing his pleading, shifting eyes.

“.. Yes…”

She pushed her lips against his and licked some of the cum around his mouth into it, their kiss embroiled with the taste of sweat and jizz as Mike moaned in relief.

Patsy slowed, and then she gently pumped her hips up into him.

“Mmmh.”

She did it again.

“Mmmmh!”

The whine from Mike was one of increased excitement.

The sweat between their brows began mingling, both red and panting, and the sex began to pick up a rhythm of lovemaking as Patsy became more eager again.

*Pap-pap-pap*

“Uhnn…Uhhnnpppatssyyyyuh…”

Zack had to admire Patsy’s undeniable stamina, contrasted by her physique.

‘She’s like an unstoppable train…’

Mike was simply on the Patsy ride, happily flexing his toes and smiling without really knowing why he was smiling as her cock lit up his insides

Zack was trying not to get too excited, but his dick was already squeezed against the floor, and whenever he moved it rubbed pleasantly against it. He wouldn’t tell Mike afterwards that he had almost cum in his pants from watching his friend get his anal virginity taken in the most intimate, soul-sating way, but the memory would live with him forever as the two juddered, in their own little world.

It was at least an hour more of slow fucking, and hard fucking, and in some cases self-indulgent violence.

*THWAP-THWAP-SHHHLIICCKK*

“UUHHH.. PPAATSSUUHHHHH!!!”

“Da slut…. Daaaa….”

Patsy kept Mike taut and mewling the entire time, pulling him into doggystyle and railing him over the drumkit which by the end lay in pieces on the floor, moving him into a missionary position on the carpet which was soon stained with both of their loads, and even pulling him into a sideways grind where Zack watched Mike’s cock wagging in the air like a dog’s tail, a small stream of his excitement leaking onto the floor as he tried to hold onto anything that would give him some measure of control against Patsy’s hideous poundings.

*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

At one point he simply lost all control of his motor functions and drooled, broken on the floor as she annihilated him.

Eventually the two collapsed with one final judder, Mike subsumed by her large frame, a wet *splat* of her sweaty, meaty frame hitting his weak one quite vivid in Zack’s head as he crawled to the other side of the desk and hid back under, his own pants not quite ruined, but certainly a lot damper with pre-cum than they had been an hour earlier.

He listened, hearing some rustling and gentle sighs, and then shuffling footsteps up to the counter.

His ears pricked, and he remained stock still, staring at the camera where Patsy was arriving at the reception area.

She took a moment to look around, before reaching for the door.

As Patsy was walking out, she took a long, satisfied breath, sweat staining the front of her dress around her belly and under her breasts, completely at peace.

Zack watched her recede on the monitor…. and then the hairs on his neck rose as she paused at the entrance… and walked back inside and up to the counter.

He willed himself to be silent, almost painfully aware of the woman standing above him.

“Thank you….. I keep him.”

Zack said nothing, too embarrassed to reply as she shuffled out, humming to herself as she did so.

The figure receded out of sight of the cameras.

He waited a long time after she left before checking she was gone.

The car had finally disappeared.

He flipped the ‘open’ sign on the door to ‘closed’, before turning to the first studio, where the stench of hot sex was now extremely obvious.

“… Mike?”

Nothing.

He looked in and could see a pair of legs lying on the ground.

It seemed unlikely she had fucked him to death, but nevertheless Zack approached with a sense of trepidation as he slunk out from his hiding place.

“… Buddy?”

He could hear what sounded like loud breathing… and then he entered. Zack snorted, turning away, but his eyes couldn’t unsee Mike lying face down, snoring, legs open, his asshole leaking cream like a garden fountain, spewing into a huge puddle of cum that he now lay in.

“Fuck…”

He shuddered as he imagined himself in that same position, as he probably had been so many times over the past few weeks.

‘Not like I can judge…’

Zack traipsed back out and pondered.

‘I could wake him up… but… I would die of embarrassment if someone woke me up like that.. I can’t do that to him.’

He decided to grab some toilet roll and water, leaving it nearby before shutting the door and leaving him to sleep it off. Mike would probably need time to figure it out, and he wasn’t going to freeze.

‘God… so that’s what it looks like after girls fuck us…’

Blood flowed south, and his cheeks flushed.

‘My ass has been destroyed… I’m a fucking toy for huge girls with dicks….’

He thought about what had been done to his butthole over the past few weeks. His cock hardened.

‘Shit I CAN’T BE GETTING HARD TO THIS…’

Then his mind snapped to P, and the doubts melted, only to be replaced by fears that crept back into his mind.

‘Will she ever like me again?’

He went back to the reception and slumped down, checking his messages.

Nothing.

“Hufff… ugh.”

‘Maybe she really does hate me now…’

***

Jennie slid her tongue all the way up Peach’s belly, hoovering up the lake of cum that had formed over the girl’s belly-button as she stared blankly up at the ceiling, drool running from the sides of her mouth, pussy juice covering her face, lap, and anywhere else Jennie had managed to slide across.

“Mmmmuh…”

“Shhhh,” whispered Jennie, licking under the girl’s hood, Peach’s cheek spasming, although she was unable to push the girl off her sensitive helmet, arms too tired to do more than wave helplessly.

“You’re mine now,” whispered Jennie, pulling herself up the girl’s prone body, her own legs struggling to work properly, hands shaking.

It took a minute to pull herself all the way up, but eventually she reached the girl’s shoulders, curling up beside the vacant expression, smacking her lips after the tasty meal. She looked around at the stains they had made, and the desk which, despite their best efforts, still somehow remained unbroken, wet marks where her ass had sat whilst she was being railed clear as day on the surface. What most certainly wasn’t going away was the smell. The room was now so humid and sweaty that it felt like lying in a sauna, the stench of cum raking their nostrils.

It would almost certainly have seeped into the mattress and carpet by now.

‘Perfect for when Zacky-poo comes home.’

“I think Zack’s gonna love our little surprise… don’t you?”

A bubble formed on Peach’s slack face, her eyes unfocused.

“Ha… yeah, yeah I think so too,” Jennie smiled, pushing herself up and cupping the girl’s breasts, nipples now soft, playing with one which she rolled between her finger and thumb.

A tortured sigh escaped Peach, but Jennie pinched a little harder, cutting it off.

“Uh-uh… don’t worry… I’ll take care of you…”

She let go of the nipple and settled down, and after barely a minute of respite, Peach passed out into the deepest, most exhausted sleep of her life.

“Get your sleep my princess,” she whispered to the unconscious figure in her arms, “you’ll need to… if you’re going to satisfy me.”