*This is a Chris Jackson fanfiction. This is a completely fictional story and in no way, shape or form actually happened. This is a non-paywall story and is for entertainment. All characters are 18 or older. This story is meant for mature audiences.*
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This was easily the craziest weekend of my life. Picture it: me, a humble park ranger, in a secluded cabin with three beautiful actresses.
These actresses were also in a self-imposed contest to see which of them was the wildest fuck. And I was the stunt cock and judge.
My girlfriend—as soon as the trip ended—Olivia Holt, was being a great sport about it. I had flat-out told the girls that contest or not, I would be walking out of this weekend with Liv’s hand in mine.
It was with Liv’s blessing that we still have the dirty Olympics. What form it would take was still a mystery to me.
Were they going to expressly be going after me, or could I take initiative? Because a full free use weekend sounded like an effective use of time to me.
In my head, the best way to answer my own question was to try. The worst they could do would be to tell me no, and I’d respect that.
So, after my nap (we all took naps after the crazy night and early morning), I headed out into the lodge to see who was around.
Liv and Paris seemed to still be sleeping, but Dove Cameron was in the kitchen. She looked like she was making tea, coffee, or something. An electric kettle was going, and her back was turned to me.
I didn’t say hi or good morning. Dove was light, fit but slim, and turned around with my hand on her shoulder so easily.
“Hey Forrest. Have a good….” Before she could finish the question, I was pushing her down to her knees and pulling my cock out.
I slapped her on both of her high cheek bones before rubbing the tip across her lips.
Dove didn’t need to be told what to do. She didn’t fight. Instead, the singer and actress looked up at me with those green eyes and dutifully opened her mouth.
My question was answered: This was a two-way use street.
With a beautiful blonde on her knees in front of me, mouth wide and tongue out, it was shaping up to be quite a day.
I plunged in right away and didn’t stop till I heard that little ‘gak’ sound. The back of her throat felt fucking amazing as I turned her long hair into a handle. Her mouth was warm and wet. Those eyes looking up at me were pleading. She wanted me to use her. Hard.
“You want to win the slut contest, don’t you?” I chuckled. “Hands clasped behind your back like a good slut while I fuck your throat.”
Dove only nodded around my cock, her lips closed around it, tongue circling. I used her hair and guided her. Fast and deep. She was ready to take what I had for her, and she was going to get it.
Tears filled Dove’s eyes as the head of my cock jammed the sponge-soft back of her throat. She was gagging, choking a little, but she wasn’t asking for mercy.
I pulled out of her mouth to let her breathe. A wad of spit strung out from her lips to my cock. I broke it by slapping her chin with it. She pushed more spit out from between her puffy lips. They were already shiny and swollen.
“Good fucking girl,” I told her. I slapped her lips with my length, and she opened wide again. Pushing in easily, the tattooed whore deep throated until she was crying.
Through her tears, she never stopped moving, rolling her neck to follow my cock when I pulled her head back. She was insatiable.
It was easily the sloppiest head I had ever received. Her saliva-wet t-shirt was proving that to me. Dove also had some of the nicest tits I had ever seen.
With my cock still lodged between her lips, I bent down and grabbed her shirt. I didn’t ask for permission, but she didn’t skip a beat as I tore her shirt open.
No bra. This bitch was either hoping to get to me before Liv or Paris woke up from their naps, or she was planning to be cozy.
Either way, I was all too happy to be twisting her puffy nipples as she continued to slobber with her face between my legs.
Unfortunately, I was only human and not a real porn star. As much as I would have loved to fuck Dove’s throat for a half hour, that’s not how real cocks and BJs without directors worked.
My hips were lurching, and my balls were tight. I knew I wasn’t lasting much longer and so did she.
I tried to pull out. Dove wouldn’t hear of it.
She finely unclasped her hands from behind her back and held onto my thighs as she jammed her own face into my lap repeatedly. The needy thing was battering her own larynx on me, and she needed to be rewarded.
I came in her mouth. Hard. My knees buckled and I had to hold onto the kitchen counter as she kept sucking.
Dove’s head kept bobbing, loading more cum than I knew I had out of me. Her eyes were open again as I felt my warm load still in her mouth. It mixed with her watery spit. But she didn’t swallow. Not yet anyway.
She kept going, slurping, and letting my cream spill from her lips as she used it as oral lube. Dove didn’t stop until I was soft in her mouth. Then she allowed herself to swallow.
“God, that was fun,” Dove giggled. Her eyes were wide and gleaming, the kitchen light reflecting on the glassy tears she hadn’t shed.
“You’re a fucking monster.” I straightened myself up and wiped my forehead. Then I tucked my cock back into my pants.
Dove stood up on shaky legs and moved to take her t-shirt off. Her tits were exposed—shiny and still heaving—but the tear only went to her cute little bellybutton.
I put my hand out, stopping her. “Nope. Stay as you are.”
Green eyes blinked back at me. “What? But I look horrible. My hairs a mess. Make-up is ruined. My shirt is soaked with spit and cum, and you tore it!”
“Yes. I can see all of that. And now so will Liv and Paris.” My voice was stern. No room for arguing. “Don’t worry; Liv and Paris will be joining you shortly.”
“So, what? You plan to make us stay in whatever shape we’re in after you use us?” Her voice sounded offended, but her face said ‘yes, please.’
I smiled at her, white teeth showing. “Lovely idea, Dove. 10 points to you.”
Her jaw dropped further. “You’re keeping points now like this is Hogwarts?”
I laughed. “No, but that isn’t a terrible idea, either.” The old antique cuckoo clock on the wall ticked loudly in the now-quiet space. It was still early on the first day. Not even noon yet.
While the day was young, I had just emptied a torrent of seed into Dove’s worthy mouth. I would need some time to recuperate before I could see what Paris and Liv had to offer for Round 1 of the Games.
Paris had slept in an hour later than Dove. But to be fair, Paris hadn’t slept in the car because she had given me road head. A noble sacrifice.
Not only had she slept in, but she had chosen to visit the lake without telling me. Had I not seen her from her bedroom window—her empty bedroom—I wouldn’t have known where she was.
I wanted to sneak up on Paris and use her on my terms, this time. Luckily for me, she was sunbathing, earbuds in both ears. Her sunglasses were on. She had completely deprived her warning senses for me.
With no shoes on, I was a predatory ghost. Sneaking up on her took little effort. I stood over her, almost menacingly. Still no sign she knew I was there. Maybe she did know. Maybe she was asleep.
The Filipino made no move as my shadow blocked out the sun. Either she was asleep, or she was acting, curious to see what I’d do to her.
It looked like we were in a classic game of “What Can I Do Before She Wakes Up.”
I started the game by kneeling next to her wide hips and carefully untying her bikini bottoms. Only one side.
Peeling them over like a surgeon, I was greeted with the view of her delicious and bare pussy. I didn’t even look at her face to see if she was waking up or not. Frankly, it didn’t fucking matter. Her pussy was mine for this weekend. The girls were mine.
Paris didn’t move at all, didn’t even flinch as I touched her. I was simply moving my index and middle fingers up and down her vulva. Her lips, her clit, weren’t the target yet. I wanted her swollen and aroused, breathing hitching before I even got to the good part.
Parting the fleshy sea, I gave myself just a glimpse of the pink treasure past her brown inner lips. I couldn’t help but to lick my lips. Her taste was already on my tongue, and I hadn’t even been between her legs yet.
I had to taste her. It felt like the right thing to do. She gave me road head on the way here, wore my cum on her face for a while. The least I could do was make her gush all over my face, right?
Paris still wasn’t moving, but my roaming fingers had gotten her a little wet. Slick evidence of her arousal was making itself known. I saw it as Paris flavored syrup. And I wanted it.
I pushed her legs apart. Not even carefully. I didn’t care if she woke up or not. In fact, waking her up with my face between her thick thighs was now my goal. I wanted her to wake up with a cry or a sharp gasp, my tongue in her pussy or teeth scraping her clit. My name being the first words on her lips sounded good to me.
So, I dove in. I didn’t start neat. I dragged my flat tongue over her damp pussy. A deep groan left my throat the first time I tasted Paris Berelc’s pussy. It was tangy, yet sweet. Heady, and all Paris.
I spread her warm and slippery labia apart with my fingers so I could tongue-flick her swelling clit and tease her opening.
Above me, her chest was heaving, and her mouth was open. Her sunglasses were still on, so I couldn’t see her eyes. I was damned certain, however, that she was awake.
I decided to push the limits—her limits—by spreading her pussy wider with my fingers and spearing the tip of my tongue into her wet entrance.
“Oh! Fuck!” finally tore from her lips. “Shit, Forrest!”
She was awake. Awake and pushing her hips into my face.
“You like that?” I slapped her pussy. “Waking up to my tongue in your pussy? You got so wet for me so soon!”
Paris didn’t stop moaning, not for a second, as I paddled her pussy with my fingertips. “Fuck me, Forrest. I want to win the contest so bad!” She didn’t try to get up, but she did crunch her abdominal muscles to look at me.
The determination in her eyes, the set jaw and clenched teeth told me she did want to win it. She kept looking at me even as I vigorously rubbed her clit with three fingers. She didn’t want to drop her head back or let her brown eyes roll.
“Well, Dove gave me a hell of a blowjob while you were asleep. You and Liv have a bit of a mountain to climb,” I teased.
“Dove has a pretty face, but she can’t milk your cock in her cunt like I can.” Paris woke up choosing violence. I liked that. Getting myself off wasn’t the immediate plan, though.
“I’ll take you up on that in a bit. There’s something I need, first.”
Instead of explaining what I wanted, I rolled the dark-hair woman over, onto her big tits. She groaned as her hardened nipples rubbed against her beach towel on the dock.
I pulled her hips up, pushed her knees apart, and licked her from cunt to asshole.
“Oh! Shit!” Paris cursed. She didn’t look over her shoulder, didn’t say anything else. Just pushed her round and firm ass into my face.
She jiggled her hips and flicked her ass, rubbing it against my face as I licked her pussy and rimmed her back door. There was no pattern or rhythm. Only the need to make this bitch cum all over my face. To get her as wet as I possibly could and make her stay the mess we’d made.
Paris was moaning, not caring about her volume. We didn’t have neighbors for at least a half mile. The girls could scream, and nobody would hear them. I loved it.
As I pushed the tip of my thumb against Paris’s warm and spit-lubed ass, she was damn close to screaming. My tongue was lapping at that quivering little bundle of nerves, and my nose was rubbing her slimy lips.
Her scent was ingrained in my memory. That unique and decadent, almost citrus taste on my tongue. I pushed just the tip of my thumb past her tight and restrictive ring. Then my name was a curse and prayer on her lips.
She came with my tongue in her pussy and my thumb swirling just inside her ass. She bucked and wreathed against my mouth, which caused my thumb to go in deeper.
Her pussy soaked my face, drenched my chin. I pushed two fingers into her and let her sprinkler of a cunt shower me.
Not bad.
Paris’s toned arms shook, and she collapsed down onto her towel once I wasn’t holding her hips up.
“Fuck, Forrest. I’m glad you came on this trip.” A tired laugh broke from her lips as she laid down, arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. Her top was on but askew, one titty half-popped out. It was a little red from being rubbed on the towel.
“Don’t even think about adjusting your clothes. Stay just like this.”
Paris was just as confused as Dove. “Wait, what? So, I can’t put bottoms on? I have to leave my boobie out?” She rolled onto her back, looking up at me as I adjusted the bulge in my pants.
“Yep,” I confirmed. “Wait until you see Dove.”
A smirk crossed Paris’s lips—that were in better shape than Dove’s–at my comment. “Liv still hasn’t gotten a rough and dirty treatment yet then, huh?”
I looked at her skeptically. “No. Why?”
Paris laughed and turned her head to look at the placid lake. “No reason.”
Where was Liv? Dove and Paris must have done something to her so they could win the contest!
When I found Liv, I stopped in her room doorway.
My oldest friend was tied to the bed in just her bra and panties. She was gagged and helpless. Something was jammed in her mouth.
I ran to her side and pulled out the garment—a pair of panties. There was no way for me to know if they were used or not.
“Liv, are you okay?”
“Th-those fucking bitches!” she spat. “They stripped me while I slept, and then I woke up to them putting a vibe in me!”
I looked down and saw the panties she wore were soaked through. Once focusing, I could hear the tell-tale burr of the little device, but so faint. Her hips were rolling gently; her body had already succumbed to the machine.
“How long have you been like this?”
“About a half hour,” sweet Ms. Holt told me. “It’s not just the vibe, Forrest.” She sounded ashamed, embarrassed.
“What do you mean?” I crossed my arms but didn’t move to free her. Only a fool wouldn’t see if they could still use this situation.
“They plugged me, Forrest.” She flicked her blonde head to the bedside table. A tube of Astroglide sat there, cap still open.
I blinked. “Like, they put a butt plug in your ass?”
Liv nodded, biting her lip. I don’t know if she understood just how sexy she looked, vulnerable and embarrassed like that.
“Well, I better take a look. Make sure you’re okay,” I said, moving my hands down her body to her waistline.
“No, Forrest! Wait!” she tried. I didn’t listen.
Peeling her panties down, I could properly see how absolutely dripping she was. Her cunt was glistening with how much she had already secreted, thanks to the toy Paris and Dove left in her.
I pushed her knees apart since she was closing them as much as the ties around her ankles allowed.
Sure as shit, there was a glass butt plug with a red rose on the end jammed inside her. Paris and Dove had filled all her holes and left her to drown in her own juices while I used them.
Instead of helping her out of her situation, I decided that I would be a horrible friend–soon to be boyfriend. I sat down on the side of the bed, leaving her cute pink panties by her knees. She was nearly 30 but still wore panties like a college girl. I found it endearing.
“Forrest, you’ll untie me, right?” The naive, little thing. She sounded so hopeful.
“Of course I will. Once I’ve had my fun.” The grin on my face couldn’t have been bigger. “Paris and Dove were so nice to truss you up for me. How couldn’t I enjoy their efforts?”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Fine. Just get the damned vibe out of my pussy!” she pleaded.
Keeping her ankles and wrists tied, I did slide the little pink vibe out of her red and used pussy. The little thing was covered in her cream and still shaking. I didn’t even know how to turn it off. It must have been run by one of the girls’ phones.
Liv sighed with relief when her abused pussy was able to breathe. “Thanks, Forrest. Just for making that torture finally stop, I’ll gladly let you do what you want to me.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Wasn’t the point of the weekend that I get to do that anyway? That’s how we find out who the best fuck is, after all.”
Liv shrugged as much as her outstretched arms let her. “Fair enough. So, you have me here all to yourself, tied up, warmed up. What are you going to do to me?”
I huffed. “The question is what aren’t I going to do to you?” I got off the edge of the bed and stood next to her head. Running a hand through her blonde hair, I also ran my thumb over her lips. They were still slobbery from the panty gag.
She sucked my thumb into her mouth. It took me off guard. I half expected her to be more subby, not to find little opportunities for her to show initiative. Color me impressed.
“Do you want to suck my cock instead?”
Not letting go of my gaze, she nodded. Liv ran her tongue around my thumb as if it was what she wanted-what I wanted to give her.
I got naked, showing more skin than her. She still had a cute pink bra on that matched her panties.
Liv’s breasts weren’t the same size as Dove or Paris’s, but they were still perky with cute rosy nipples that needed sucking. I hadn’t seen her naked yet this trip, but she had accidentally dropped a towel in front of me once.
Liv was more girl-next-door hot than star and model gorgeous like Dove and Paris. All three of my girls deserved to get fucked in diverse ways.
With my cock out and standing straight ahead of me, I had to laugh at Liv’s eagerness. Even though she was spread-eagled on the bed, she was pulling against her restraints to put her mouth around my length.
I was just out of her reach, and she groaned with how close she was to it, how I was teasing her.
“Forrest, take that last step and let me suck your dick!” Liv barked. It was louder than I expected. She could be bossier than Dove and Paris, and I loved that. Dove was flirty, Paris was downright dirty, but Liv was never afraid to demand what she needed.
I gave in and did what she asked. As soon as I was close enough, Liv’s mouth was open wide, tongue lolled out.
Her demand for my cock was loud enough that Dove and Paris had come to see what the commotion was about (as if they didn’t know).
“Oh, hey! You found her!” Paris chimed. She crossed her arms and leaned against the big wooden dresser against the back wall. “You took her vibe out already?”
The little pink pleasure bean with two heads was vibrating away in the still-open drawer I stored it in. It was supposed to be one in the pussy one for the clit, but the two-headed snake would have a different home soon.
Liv didn’t care enough to say anything to Paris, or to Dove who was watching now, too. All Liv wanted was to focus on bobbing her head on my hard length.
I just stood there, hands on my hips like some kind of king as Liv threw her face into my lap. Her neck strained with the angle and effort. From her restrained position, though, she was unable to take my length more than halfway in.
Because her wrists were still tied, I took the base of my cock in my own hand. A flash of indignation burned in her brown eyes. She looked pissed that she couldn’t take care of that bottom half of me.
Liv whimpered when I started to play with my own balls.
I drew my hips back just enough to take my cock out of her mouth. “Mad you can’t suck the whole thing?” I teased and then pushed back into her mouth.
“Mhmm,” she managed with a mouthful, her eyes narrowed with contempt.
I pulled out again. “Hate seeing me with my own hand cupping my balls?” I pushed into her mouth again, and she just kept it open for me to slide against her tongue as I wished. “Do you want to suck my balls? I bet you want to feel how heavy and full of cum they are, huh?”
Liv looked up at me with pissed off, watery eyes. She nodded vigorously as I kept sliding in and out. Her eyes widened as I stepped closer, giving her a little more of me. She started to suck harder. Like she was trying to convince me to get on the bed and just destroy her throat.
Instead, I angled my cock and pushed against the inside of her cheek until I burst out with a wet plop. Some of her spit even flicked across the room and got Dove’s face. Dove was a good sport and giggled about it.
“Goddamn it, Forrest! Just give me your fucking BLUGGH!” I cut off her whining by dropping my nuts right onto her lips. She sucked them both in eagerly and moved her head around. Liv sucked them deep, straining the elasticity of my sac.
“Holy shit!” Paris giggled. “Did you suck his nuts like that, Dove?”
“No.” Dove shook her head, chewing on her perfect nails. Paris and Dove had clearly underestimated Liv’s willingness to go all out.
While Liv went nuts on my nuts, I furiously jacked myself off to the sight. When I pulled my balls from Liv’s mouth, her tongue came out to follow them, licking at the bottoms until they were fully out of reach.
She was getting feral. Good.
I slapped my cock back onto her lips while I started to rub her soaked cunt. Her juices were flicking away, and I hadn’t even gotten to make her cum yet.
Liv didn’t try to suck my cock again, but she kept her mouth open and her tongue up. She licked and lathered the bottom while I fucked between her lips. It was one of the dirtiest blowjobs I ever had, and she didn’t tone it down just because Dove and Paris watched. I had to wonder if it was because we had an audience that Olivia was fully slutting herself out so well.
As much as I was enjoying myself, watching Liv get dirty like this, there was more I needed to do.
I got away from the bed and retrieved the little vibrator. It was still running. Paris or Dove didn’t even turn it off yet. Good.
“Oh shit, let me just….” Of course it was Paris’s.
“Leave it on,” I commanded steadily.
“What? What are you going to do with it?” Liv’s eyes were wide with anxiousness. “I want your fingers, Forrest. Not that thing.”
I laughed. “It’s not going back inside your pussy this time, Liv.” The smirk on my face should have told her what my plans were, then.
Her eyebrows joined her hairline and I smiled. She did know what I meant.
I climbed onto the foot of the bed and gently pulled the rose plug out of her. It had been in so long that her asshole staid partially gaped. That made it super easy for me to replace it with the vibe. I positioned it in such a way that the little clit head was still playing with her entrance, and the main head was thrumming away in her ass.
“Oh! Oh God!” Liv cried and started to shake as soon as I inserted the vibe. “Fuck!” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re evil!”
“You love it,” I teased back.
Her guttural “Yess!” as I started to furiously rub her pussy lips and clit told me I was right. “I love it so much!”
“Fuck, Liv is a freak!” Paris sounded proud of her little blonde friend.
Liv wasn’t shy or afraid to be vocal as she announced her newest orgasm. Her body shook and her thick thighs quivered. She pulled hard on the restraints around her wrists, but she couldn’t go anywhere.
“God! Oh God!” she fully screamed as she came hard. Her torso tightened and her belly rolled like an exotic dancer. Liv’s brown eyes were screwed up tight as her jaw opened. She drew in deep breaths, her chest rising high, but no sound escaped.
A harsh, window-rattling cry crawled out of her, lasting seconds as her pussy erupted.
Squirt shot out of her like Big Surr, and my hand working her clit never stopped. Her gush went in complete disorder like a sprinkler and even splattered Dove and Paris.
“Holy shit!” Paris laughed, and some of Liv’s juice went into the Filipino’s gaping mouth.
“I’ve never seen her go off like that!” Dove’s eyes were wide open in shock. “It’s so fucking hot!”
I finally stopped whipping my fingers over Liv’s abused cunt lips and clit when the squirt-fest stopped. “Had enough yet?”
“N-no!” Liv shouted defiantly. Her tight little body kept convulsing. “I haven’t said my safe word yet, have I?”
I smirked, and our two-woman audience gasped.
Little Ms. Olivia Holt had just squirted like a champagne bottle, but she wasn’t tapping out yet. She was good and well in the lead.
Olivia wasn’t interested in resting on her new laurels. It was time to kick up the game, and I was more than willing to cum again after Dove’s BJ from earlier.
I untied her wrists and ankles. She quickly checked them to see if there was any damage to her fair skin.
Before the pint-sized blonde could adjust to much, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. I retied her wrists but left her legs freed. I needed her to be flexible for what I had planned.
“Oh, this is going to be good,” Dove purred, her hand in her pants. Paris had done as told and left her bottoms off, so she had easy access to her cunt.
As Dove and Paris touched themselves, I pulled the pink vibe out of Olivia’s ass and put it back in her pussy.
“Oh fuck!” Liv cried as her little tormentor found its way back home. “Shit, I’m going to cum again so soon!” I couldn’t tell if that was a brag or a curse.
I didn’t really care as I used the bottle of Astroglide to lube up my cock. Instead of using my hand to spread it around, I hotdogged my dick between Liv’s little bubble butt. Pressing her cheeks around my length, I fucked her ass cleavage. It also let her know what was going to happen.
“You’re going to fuck my little ass, huh? Want to unload your balls in that tight hole, is that it?” She knew it was. “Go ahead, do it. Fuck my perfect little hole while my friends watch!”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Hiking her hips up, I heard her taking prepatory deep breaths. I spread her cute white cheeks apart and spit down her ass.
Olivia let out a hissing breath as I poured lube around her stretched ring. It still looked impossibly tight.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Liv. We’re well past that. I’ve wanted to fuck this little asshole since I came back from college.”
“Really?” Liv asked from over her shoulder, her arms still stretched and wrists tied. “Because that’s about how long I’ve been wondering when you were going to stop being a little bitch and ask me out.”
I laughed. She laughed. Paris and Dove laughed. And then I stuck the tip of my cock into her semi-gaped asshole.
“Shit! Oh man, that feels big!” Liv groaned. “And that’s just the head?” I heard what sounded like nervousness in her voice.
“Bet you’re wishing you didn’t just call me a little bitch, huh?”
Liv shook her head. “I’m not regretting it at all. I have a feeling you’ll fuck me better if you’re mad.” She let out a maniacal giggle. “If you’re going to fuck my ass, I want it to be good.Make me fucking cry when you cum in my ass.”
I heard her message loud and clear. I pulled my tip out, and then with a hand on the back of her head, I push my slimy cock all the way in.
Liv doesn’t scream. She doesn’t cry or tell me to stop. The only sound was a strangled gasp as my hip meets her ass cheeks. It didn’t sound like there was any air in her lungs.
I reared back and slammed in her again. That time I earned my hoarse cry—albeit a little delayed.
As soon as I heard the crack of my skin on hers, I repeated the motion. The crack told me when there was no real estate left available, and that it was time to teach her again that she belonged to me now.
The rhythm was there, and soon Liv was pulling on the ties at her wrists. Her legs were kicking, and she was screaming incoherently as I fucked her ass hard.
The one word I needed to hear was the only word I didn’t get. At no point had I heard her say “honey.” That word would make it stop. In between all the yesses, oh Gods, oh fucks and holy shits, I never heard “honey.”
“I’ve never seen someone take it in the ass like that,” Paris murmured with quiet respect. Dove was leaning fully against the wall, three fingers in her cunt and her leggings down by her knees.
Liv’s eyes had moved to the back of her head, and drool ran from the corner of her mouth as I put every inch I had inside her.
With every thrust, my balls swung to slap against her soaked pussy. The vibrator was still inside her, doing the Lord’s work. Words didn’t exist for Liv anymore as I borrowed into her asshole.
The only thing coming from her mouth were gasps, squeaks, and sharp cries as she repeatedly came. I’m not sure it was multiple orgasms. It could have been one unending assault.
My balls were tight and close to my cock, then. No longer swinging. I was getting close. I grit my teeth, feeling that I was starting to swell inside her.
“Fuck! F-Forrest, how are you getting bigger?” She spoke again!
“Because I’m going to cum,” I chuckled and spanked her tight bottom. “I’m going to flood your ass.” Somehow, I managed to speed up even more.
Liv screamed as I pummeled her, and then she was gasping for air as if I had been choking her.
“Oh my God!” Paris said with crooked delight. “She’s squirting so much!”
Dove was fucking her own cunt hard and fast with her fingers, her panties around her knees. She was wet and loud, bottom lip between her teeth. Dove’s volume and shaking knees was nowhere compared to Liv.
Liv was a shaking, convulsive mess shooting out a waterfall of arousal, soaking her bed, and making a pool of her sheets. “OH, MY FUCKING GOD!” She nearly shook the windows.
Her asshole was spasming around me, threatening to push out my cock. My cock throbbing, pulsing, and syphoning the cum from my balls. I grabbed onto Ms. Holt’s hips and surged into her one more time before I busted.
Liv pressed her face deep into the pillow under her angelic head. She screamed louder into the soft mound of down feathers as I unloaded into her ass.
I pulled out and shot three more thick ropes across her cheeks. Leaning back, I stroked myself to make sure I was good and empty. Paris and Dove cleared their throats in turn and then helped to untie Liv’s arms.
The woman of the hour slinked down, lying flat like a starfish, arms and legs still splayed. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered as I pulled her cheeks apart and watched as my semen trickled out of her gaped ass.
The vibe kept buzzing until Paris sheepishly giggled and finally turned the app off.
Liv curled up into a fetal ball, her body quivering in aftershocks. Her asshole clenched and unclenched, making more of my essence seep out of her.
“I uh, I think I speak for the three of us when I say Liv wins,” Paris said, licking her lips.
“Yeah. Definitely,” Dove concurred, her hand massaging her used friend’s lower back. “We should keep trying, but it’s going to be hard to beat that. I’ve never seen someone squirt so damned hard, and with a dick in her ass.”
I laid down next to the sweaty blonde and pulled her head onto my chest. “Good job, baby. I’m proud of you,” I told her as I oh so carefully rubbed her drenched pussy lips.
Liv hummed contentedly, her hand weakly reaching for my deflated cock. “T-that was fun. But I desperately need water,” she whispered.