Geneva was once again sleeping peacefully in Clair’s bed, having been fucked to exhaustion. Clair and I cuddled up together in my small bed, barely enough room for us to spoon. I was the big spoon, of course. It let me rub my half erect cock against her legs and ass while we made pillow talk.
“My friends are really eager to meet you,” she whispered. “They think your cum could give us a chemical advantage in the big rivalry game. Testosterone, or some shit.”
I giggled into her ear. Hardness returned to my cock, and I slid it back inside her. Her pussy was slick with her own aroused lubricant, as well as coated in my semen, so I was able to fully insert myself with little effort. She wiggled against me, helping my thickness slide in. “What did you have in mind?”
She moaned her response, “next weekend… hotel room… fuck us full…” Her hips kept gyrating on me, grinding my cock in her warm, wet tunnel. My hand held her hip, the other pinned under her as I began slowly thrusting. She groaned, “…three day workout,” before twitching in orgasm. I pounded harder into her, riding her climax higher. Juices flowed from her stretched pussy, soaking the sheets at our thighs. She moaned softly, trying not to wake Geneva with her pleasure, breathing becoming shallow as her orgasm slipped away. She slipped from consciousness before I reached my own climax, so I opted to pull my gleaming, cream coated cock from her constricting hole.
I carefully escaped the bed, tired but still searching for release. My orgasm was close, and I was on a mission to unload one last time before bed. I peeked out into the hall searching for someone waiting to “have a go,” and was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar redhead standing outside her room. Her green eyes looked into mine, lust building as I walked towards her. Mysti’s hoodie was up and over her head before we’d even gotten into her room, falling to the floor as the door closed.
The thin shirt she was wearing underneath had a deep v, offering an amazing view of her substantial cleavage. She discarded it as well, letting her braless breasts swing freely on her chest as she hopped onto her bed. I’d just had them the night before, but the excitement of seeing them again hardened my cock even further. I quickly followed her to the bed, and helped her out of the baggy sweats she was wearing. She laid back, legs parted slightly and smiled at me.
“Who you got on there today?” she asked, dragging a finger along my veiny shaft. Her finger scraped some of the glistening cream from me, becoming lightly coated before popping into her mouth. Her smile became seductive as I kneel between her legs, spreading them around me. The tight, pink pussy I’d fantasized about for months before pumping two loads into it last night rested atop soft sheets, thin labia parting around her inner pink.
“Bit of everyone, I guess,” I replied a bit dumbly. She giggled at me, a melodic sound which drove my need even higher, if that were possible.
“Save any for me?” she responded playfully.
“I’ll always have something hot and fresh for you…” I trailed off, increasingly aware of how cheesy I sounded.
She laughed again, wrapping her legs around me. “I was hoping so,” she said in a sultry tone. I slapped my cock against her stomach, the head several inches above her navel. It was definitely longer than it had been last night, and wider, too. She looked down at it, eyes widening at the sheer size of what was about to squeeze into her. A nervous laugh escaped her lips, “Just me, or did you put on a bit of weight?”
“It seems to get bigger the more I use it,” I explained. I’m not sure if that’s how it happens, but seemed to make sense.
“Ok,” she chuckled. “Let’s see if we can add a few inches.” A seductive smile spread across her face, and she reached down to wrap her fingers around my shaft. She scooted up the bed a little while I pulled back, then helped me line up with her small opening.
The vulva around her pussy was completely blocked from view by my thickness, and there was some doubt whether I’d be able to get in. I pushed against her tightness, and she wiggled her hips. The warmth from her pussy felt amazing, and I hadn’t even gotten inside yet. I thrusted my hips, and the thick head of my cock shot into her. She squeaked, a kind of sharp moan at the sudden penetration. She let go of my cock, but kept herself propped up, arms straight with her hands behind her back. Her mouth widened with her pussy as I slowly pushed more and more inside. The constricting walls were slick by arousal lubricating my entry, but incredibly tight. I paused every inch or so to allow her body time to acclimate to the invasion, give her muscles a chance to stretch around me before sinking deeper. At some point she dropped to her elbows, head rolling back over her shoulders when the sensation of being stuffed by cock became too much. She groaned loudly, her body quivering as I plunged further. My hands held her hips, eyes flicking from her overstretched pussy up to her trembling breasts. I desperately wanted to lock my lips around one of her stiff nipples, nursing at her generous bosom as our children might someday.
The thought of impregnating her here, on this bed, tonight, was enough to set me over the edge. Potent semen pulsed through my cock and into her velvety folds. I pushed deeper, sinking my throbbing meat further inside as my seed flowed. Her body spasmed as an orgasm struck, the already tight walls constricting around me. She fell to the bed as her climax grew, her legs quivering around me as inch after inch stuffed into her. One long moan rolled from her open mouth while I continued sliding my gushing probe through her slick canal. A small pressure at my tip halted progress, but with a little wiggle of my hips and a slight repositioning, I pushed on. Her moan became a sudden groan as I forced the warm pool of my load through her convulsing cervix, and pumped her fertile womb full. Luckily, I stopped my progress into her just shy of the ring of flesh outside her uterus, at least three inches of my pulsating cock protruding from her stretched lips.
We stayed like this, her legs wrapped around me, my hands grasping her hips, eyes locked on each other as our shared orgasm began to subside. She took several deep breaths while coming down, and I let out a throaty groan with the sight of a small bulge forming on her flat stomach. Seeing it build again, knowing her inner sanctum was overflowing with my cum, filled me with a renewed lust. My erection would not be subsiding, not until I’ve unloaded a few more times into her. Meeting her hungry eyes again, I knew she wouldn’t object. We pulled an all-nighter, both of us sore for the next couple of days, but neither of us regretting a thing. Yet…
Nancy texted me the next morning, “We need to talk.” Worry erupted inside, but I quickly shook it away. Not like we’re dating or anything, she probably just wants to discuss the rendezvous with her friends. I left Mysti’s room, taking one look back at her before closing the door behind me. Geneva was no longer in our room when I arrived, and I was somewhat grateful. I was far too worn down to have another encounter, wanting nothing more than to climb into bed and sleep the day away.
Clair and I talked about the plan; nice hotel, long weekend of fun, basically a small orgy. I agreed with no hesitation, happy to take any opportunity to fill some pussy. I reflected on my eagerness as I laid in bed, uncertain of how much control I have over myself, or how much my urges control me. My thoughts swarmed, and before I could decide on who would be making the decisions for me, consciousness slipped away.
I drove to the hotel, Clair in the passenger seat. There was some disappointment on our floor when my regulars learned I’d be out all weekend, but my impending absence only seemed to make my new friends fuck me more urgently. It was as though they never expected to see me again, each one waking her fill. Over and over. I cut everyone off on Friday, hoping to get some rest before the hotel stay, but Clair was relentless. She rode me without abandon, moaning wildly as she bounced on my lap. She eventually wore out, falling asleep on top of me late in the night. She still seemed exhausted, dozing every few minutes on the long drive across town. Not the biggest city, but still took a good half hour to get to where we were going.
When we pulled up to the front doors of the hotel, a valet approached to park my car. We got out, hotel personnel happily pulling our bags from the trunk. Clair pushed against me, rising on her toes to give everyone a show with a deep, passionate kiss. I squeezed her ass, hardly contained in her yoga pants. My cock swelled against my leg, her thigh rubbing against it beneath the less baggy denim. My legs had become more thick, muscles practically bulging all along my changing body. Her lusty eyes focused on mine, and we hurriedly checked into the room.
Her friend had booked it for us, we’d been given a quick rundown of what to expect, but we were still blown away when we rushed through. It was much larger than we’d expected, probably the size of the whole top floor of our dormitory. Well, maybe half. There was a massive TV in the living room, a leather looking couch facing it with matching chairs on either side. A large rug spread under the furniture sat on a large rug, separating them from the marbled tile floor below. Even the bathroom was impressive, two sinks in a granite counter, wall to wall mirrors behind them, a walk in shower with shower heads sprouting from above and around, a tub big enough for three, and of course a toilet. A full kitchen was tucked under a balconied upper level, stocked with more appliances than I could even name. Cherry wood cabinets hung from the ceiling and separated the counters and floors, intricate dishes contained within.
Clair led me upstairs to what could only be described as the master bedroom. There was a massive, oversized bed against the wall, centered on the balcony. A transparent hot tub rested opposite it, built into the glass ledge overlooking the room lower. Another bathroom was contained behind a door off to the side. Hands pulled at my pants, sending the oversized material to my ankles. My full erection sprung forth, quickly wrapped in the embrace of Clair’s hands as her arms wrapped around me.
“Let’s have some fun before the others arrive,” she said. I kicked off my shoes, stepping out of my discarded pants as she came around. She led me to the bed, one hand pulling me by my cock. I fell onto the bed with a quick push, crawled to the middle, then rolled onto my back. She was already on the bed with me, throwing her tight shirt to the side as she came closer. With one hand near my base, the other stretching to the soft sheets below, her face dipped over my erection. Her mouth opened as wide as it could, but couldn’t get around my girthy head. She decided to lick her way down, and then back up my veiny length, planting kisses along my shaft. Her lips locked onto the sensitive flesh on the underside of my cock, where the spongy head meets the shaft, and sucked at it. Her tongue swooped around, licking hungrily as she guided me to orgasm. I wasn’t as interested in oral as I normally was, however.
With one quick move, I rolled over her. She found herself pinned between my legs, a solid shaft hanging over her chest as precum leaked from it’s head. A little dribbled out in a long strand, drooling over her cheek. I turned around, my feet pressing into the mattress over her head as I freed her from the tight pants. “Maybe I wanted some oral after all…” I thought when her pretty, pink pussy came into view. Her legs spread as the pants came off, tender lips parting between her thighs. Her scent filled my nose, heightening my immense desire. I swooped down, burying my face in her lap.
Her hands pumped up and down my cock, tongue licking wherever it could while I devoured her wet pussy. My tongue glanced over her clit, down her slick vulva, then darted into her warmth. Nectar was already oozing from her delicate flower, eager to be consumed. She moaned under me, her legs tensing around my head as I pushed harder, sending my swirling tongue deeper while my fingers went to work. They prodded and rubbed at her outer folds, twirling over her stiffened clit before digging in under my tongue.
I pulled away as my orgasm neared, quickly kneeling between her legs, and plunging in by a few inches. The sudden penetration sent her tumbling over the edge of her own nearing climax, full body spasms rocking through her as my thickness sunk deeper. The reddened skin of my cock pulsated as my semen began pumping into her. I pushed in another inch with every pulse, packing my load deeper into her. Her convulsing walls seemed to help suck me into her cumming pussy, milking my throbbing cock of every drop as I sunk deeper and deeper.
Her moans drowned out the grunts escaping my open mouth, sheer pleasure of her warm sex massaging my spurting rod sending cohesive control to the back of my mind. I lost myself somewhere in that first orgasm, primal urge seizing control. There was no rest after the first climax, and I doubt if she had time to recover from hers either before my body began thrusting deep and hard into her. Her moans became groans mixed with the occasional shriek as I pounded her struggling pussy. I pinned her knees at her sides against the mattress, her feet swaying by my shoulders as I sent long, quick strokes into her depths. Liquid excitement gushed from her lips despite being so tightly wrapped around me, a frothy mixture of our orgasmic residue coating my thickness as it plunged away. Her eyes turned vacant, rolling up into her head as her breasts bounced against her face. I had her pinned under me, her ass in the air while my raging hardness slammed into her like a jackhammer. The steamy load I’d pumped into her moments before splashed out around our interlocked bodies, her tightening pussy daring me to fill her again.
I don’t know how many orgasms she had, and no longer cared about her pleasure. There would be no tenderness, no merciful slowing, only seeding. My climax was closing in and I picked up the already intense speed. Clair had checked out long ago, practically unconscious as I pistoned into her. Our combined juices had glazed their way down her ass and stomach, gleaming across her trembling flesh as I prepared to flood her once more. The sound of my rigid cock slurping in and out of her battered folds with the low, droning groan from her lips was the most erotic music I’d ever heard. Her body serenaded me, coaxing my release. After one final, long pull from her quivering pink, I slid all the way back in.
My thick head pushed hard against her cervix, tensing her legs. She whimpered absently, unable to formulate any coherent reply as I pressed deeper, squeezing my tip into the gateway of her uterus. Her trembling cervix effectively suckling my sensitive head set me over the edge. Thick, hot ropes of cum jetted directly into her womb, flooding it after just two pulses. Saliva bubbled at the corners of her mouth as more semen pumped into her, stretching her under the building pressure. I remained fully inserted throughout my orgasm, delighted at the prospect of breeding all four women just like this over the weekend. Clair might have fertility issues, but if there’s a way to knock her up, direct deposit would likely be it.
I pulled away possibly too quickly once my orgasm subsided. A thick, white geyser splashed from her gaping hole, soaking into the sheets under her. I left her alone on the bed, strutting to the hot tub. The water was perfect, not too hot but warm enough to soothe me as I made my way to the far wall. I sat against the clear barrier, a long tendril of semen trailing away from my submerged, rock hard cock. My eyes fixated on Clair, legs wide open on the bed. My fluids leaked from her well used pussy while her muscles slowly relaxed, returning it to its typical tightness. My only thoughts revolved around sex, pleasures, and breeding. How many women, I wondered, would be sporting baby bumps because of me in the next few months?
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