Chemical Control
Chemical Control XXIII - Sex in The City
by GalactoseTolerant
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#addiction
#breast_expansion
#dom:male
#drug_use
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#ass_expansion
#blowjob
#breast_growth
#breastfeeding
#cock_growth
#cock_worship
#cocksucking
#cum_eating
#cum_fixation
#cumshot
#drug_play
#drugged
#exhibitionism
#growth
#hucow
#lactation
#milf
#multiple_partners
#pov:multiple
#pov:top
#scifi
#slow_burn
Alkim and Mikaella go all the way...
XXIII - Sex in the City
Alkim
Alkim’s dick hardened within seconds of receiving Mikaella’s news. “Oh, fuck yeah. Just let me grab something out of my car first.” Without delay, he slipped his shorts over his boner, ran out front to his car, pulled his backpack out of the trunk, slung it over his shoulders, and rushed back inside.
“What’s in the bag?” asked Mikaella.
“Cameras, some water, and that sexy schoolgirl costume you bought. Everything we need to make a porno.”
“Wow! How’d you know to bring those?”
“I’ve been keeping the cameras in the car since you warned me about Hannah.”
“Oh good. That fucking bitch would sell them on Facebook Marketplace in a second.”
“Or trade them for a fucking pillow-sized bag of weed.” They shared a nice laugh at the thought. “The costume was just an idea I had after I saw your texts; I thought we might want to record something in this big empty house. You know, make the most of this time before anyone else moves in.”
“Good idea! God, you’re so fucking smart.”
Man, she really is so much nicer after a blowjob. “Thanks, ready for a tour of the master bedroom?”
“Yes please!”
He slipped his hands under his slut and lifted her up in his arms. Mikaella let out a girlish, high-pitched squeal that was equal parts delight and surprise at being picked up. She locked her arms around his neck, and settled into the bridal carry, gazing adorably into his eyes. They left her clothes in a pile on the floor.
He carried her up the stairs with ease, and every other step his erection slapped against her ass. “You know, you could have led with the IUD thing. Why wait?”
She blushed. “I forgot… Couldn’t think clearly until I got my daily cumshot.”
Wow. As far as reasons went, that was a blazingly hot one. If he weren’t already bricked-up, her admission certainly would have done the trick. Alkim didn’t really have much frame of reference for her cum addiction; they simply hadn’t spent this much time apart since she started regularly sucking him off. Now he knew that it only took two days of abstinence before she couldn't think straight. The figure was equal parts concerning and exciting. It didn’t leave him a lot of wiggle room, but it also meant he would never experience another dry spell for as long as they were together. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have kept you waiting.”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “That wasn’t nice, making me wait for it.” Her arms tightened on the back of his neck, while her smooth legs wiggled in his arms. “Fuuuck, you’re reeeeaally strong.” She purred.
“Thanks.” He beamed, bounding up the steps like a randy mountain goat. Alkim always loved how tiny women always seemed so shocked that he could carry them back to the dorms. An upstairs bedroom was nothing compared to that, and Mikaella was only half his weight, yet his “feat” impressed her all the same, judging by the trail of pussy juices smearing onto his arms.
He kicked open the door, marched over to the same bed he’d fucked Ania in, and threw his horny little partner down onto the mattress. The sexy schoolgirl costume was unceremoniously thrown on top of her, and she wasted no time slipping it on. It didn't take long, since it was only two pieces.
He watched her slip the tight, black crop top on. Despite the dark fabric, her nipples were so hard that they still visibly poked through. Next she pulled up the plaid tartan micro skirt, making it swish this way and that, but it was obvious the thing couldn’t have fully covered her ass even if she pulled it straight down. And, of course, no panties. Perfect. He didn’t really know where that fantasy came from: he’d never attended a school with uniforms even vaguely similar to her costume, and a lot of the LA girls in his classes walked around with that much exposed skin on any given Thursday, but on Mikaella, it was one hell of a look.
Alkim wasn’t going to bother with a lengthy photoshoot of her in the costume; they could do that another time. All he really wanted was a few pictures of her for his own records, and for a growth chart he was planning. He directed her through a few basic poses and snapped a couple dozen pics in about a minute. Once that was through, he set up the Nikon to catch them from the side, strapped the GoPro to his brow, and started recording with both cameras.
“Alright, cameras are on. Just say whatever, I can edit out anything we don’t want later.”
“M’kay!”
It helped that the room already looked like somewhere you would shoot porn: the place was fully furnished but completely absent of posters or family pictures that might imply people actually lived here. It looked more authentically pornographic that way, almost as authentic as it smelled. Ania must have changed the sheets before she left, but that hadn’t been enough to clear out the evidence of their coupling. Mikaella must have noticed, since she was clutching the fabric to her face and sniffing through long, deep breaths.
While Mikaella rubbed herself into the bedding like a cat, Alkim took the moment to really admire his fuckdoll’s tight, little body. She was an itty-bitty thing; short and slender, though he appreciated that her legs were decently long for her height, not short and squat as with many girls her size. Her waist was tiny, almost small enough for him to wrap his hands around with only a few inches to spare; her abs were not so defined, but neither were they hidden by belly fat. He traced a finger down her neck, over her sharp collar bones. The black top was in his way, so he pushed it up to her neck, baring her chest. He retraced that line down the smooth, unblemished, brown skin between those little tits. Mikaella was always a few shades darker than his own tan, Mediterranean complexion, but her nips and areolas were several shades darker still. He decided he liked the contrast. I wonder how much darker they might get after the hormones take effect…
She gasped at his touch, drawing his eyes back to that heart-shaped face, alluringly framed by that long black hair, streaked with bright pink locks. Her eyes were as dark and brown as his, but now it appeared that she had the longer lashes, as long as the false ones she used to wear on nights out. Did I do that? He must have, somehow. It was the sort of change that mapped perfectly with his preferences.
The girl he’d met all those months ago was undeniably pretty, but on the skinny side, and a prostitute besides. But she was a whore no more; she was his private pornstar; his chemically enhanced creation, and he was ready to make full use of her most intimate parts.
Alkim threw off his clothes and climbed onto the bed next to her. He cupped his hands over her tits and gave each a nice, thorough squeeze. Hmm, softer than they were. He could feel the difference in the amount of skin squeezed between his fingers. “Am I crazy, or did these get bigger?”
“Y-you noticed!” She beamed with pride, twitching with barely contained lust.
“Of course. A man should know everything about his slut’s body, don’t you think?” He punctuated his question with sharp tweaks of her nipples.
“Ohhh yessss!” Mikaella agreed, pushing her chest further into his groping hands.
Alkim smiled, pleased to confirm the first of his targeted changes in size and sensitivity had become noticeable. From flat to slightly perky. These tits were still far smaller than he wanted them, but Rome wasn’t built in a day, and apparently neither were shortstacks. He wondered what shape they might take on. If she could grow this much in a week, a month could even bring her into Vicky’s range…
The mental image had him licking his lips.
He bent down to suck on each of her hard, dark nipples, partly to prime her, get her used to this kind of foreplay, and of course for the sheer joy of sucking on titties. While he sucked one nipple, he rolled the other between his fingers, massaging the chemicals into her skin. “Yeah, you like that? You want me to suck on these titties?” He asked before switching to the other breast.
“Yesss!” His favorite ABG may have loved it even more than the busty goth, judging by the cadence of her breath, the way she ran her pink nails through his hair as he sucked on her tits. “I love everyyyyything you do to meeee…”
Of course, there was no way Mikaella could know all the things he was doing to her, yet Alkim didn’t doubt her sincerity. From now on, he would do this every day, so that when her milk came in, it wouldn’t catch him off-guard, like Kate’s had. “Mmmm,” he hummed around her turgid nipple. Ahhhh, there’s nothing more relaxing than a mouthful of titty. Well, except for several mouthfuls of titty…
Besides, relaxation wasn’t what they really craved. Alkim popped his lips off her nipple and gave each one a kiss before pushing himself upright until he towered over her supine form. He grabbed her ankles in his hands and began gently prying her legs apart.
Mikaella eagerly assisted the motion by spreading her legs and flipping up her microskirt, opening like a flower in bloom, exposing the darkest, wettest pussy Alkim had ever seen. Dark little labia framing a cute little innie pussy to match her cute little body. She held that spread-eagle position even when he stopped holding her legs, staring up at him with bated breath.
He rubbed his hands up her thighs, delighting at the warmth of her, at the way her muscles twitched with his touch. He wet his fingers in his mouth, teased around her engorged labia, then slipped a finger into her dripping pussy, testing her readiness. She moaned and thrust her hips up to meet him, swallowing his finger to the second knuckle, while her inner walls clenched and tightening madly. After a moment, her hips dropped back down, though she kept her legs spread. Her neck and back lifted off the bed. She watched him work her pussy over through gleaming, desperate eyes, biting her lip, barely holding her tongue.
Oh yeah, she’s ready. A second finger followed, and she gasped sharply. He thumbed over the close-cropped black hairs just above her gushing pussy.
Hmmmm, she shaved it closely, but I can do better…
He knew just what to make. Alkim concentrated on his salivary glands, quickly coating his tongue in a thin layer of thioglycolic acid. It was sour, and left an unpleasant buzz in his mouth, but it was shockingly simple to produce. Just two carbons, and two functional groups: a carboxylic acid, and a thiol. Together, they formed the active ingredient in hair-removal creams.
He gave Mikaella’s light stubble a thorough licking, teasing just around her sensitive bits. Mmmm, she’ll never need that razor again. His fuckdoll shouldn’t be wasting her time on lawn maintenance.
Once that was done and all the acid was expended, it occurred to him that even after receiving dozens upon dozens of blowjobs in a few weeks, he’d never once bothered to return the favor to his Oral Bae. She’d simply never asked. Probably because she came so reliably just from blowing him. Even so, it didn’t seem fair to Alkim that Ania should be the only one to receive what Mikaella had rightfully earned. Mostly though, he just wanted to see what would happen.
Alkim ran his tongue up the crease between her soaking pussy lips, tasting her while giving her a taste of what Ania had gotten in this very bed.
“AAAAHHH!” Mikaella screamed out all the air from her lungs. Her thin legs flew out wider, slipping from her grip and crashing down on his shoulders, though he hardly felt the impact. Her hips bucked up wildly, uncontrollably rubbing her engorged pussy against the face that kept licking at her sensitive clit. She panted breathlessly, her nails clawed at the sheets around her, while her legs began to slide over his shoulders to scissor lock around his neck.
Alkim ate her out through the pulsing, squeezing pressure created by her thighs. He was used to reciprocating, just something he did to get second dates, but he was never a real eater; he’d never taken pride in this sort of work. Until now. What had always been the most reliable method of getting a woman off had become almost unreasonably effective. Every twitch, shudder, and gasp was another testament to his power. The skin down there was just so permeable, so easily penetrated by his mixture of topical chemicals. There were so many nerves to play with, so many ways to pleasure her that simply couldn’t be matched when using her mouth, no matter what he shoved up there.
He soon discovered lapping at her juices was a decently effective means of sampling her body chemistry. Not bad. Clean taste, not too strong. It wasn’t exactly as thorough as a nine-panel test, but as far as he could tell from the chemistry of her pussy juices, she had a normal pH, and she wasn’t carrying anything. Not that he didn’t trust the free clinic, but he felt better having tested her himself.
Though he was sure Mikaella would have preferred he stayed down there, munching away, Alkim decided to move on. He shrugged her legs off and pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. Once he withdrew, Mikaella began to calm down, but not by much. Her hands replaced his mouth within seconds, and she mewled and whined in his absence while she rubbed his innervating chemicals into her already shiny, wet pussy.
Alkim licked his lips and blew her a kiss. “Thought you might appreciate a little role-reversal.”
“Oh my god, Alkim… that was… wow…” she trailed off, lost for words, choosing instead to fill that lull in conversation with the squelching of fingers plunging into her drooling cunt.
“What’s the matter? Pussy got your tongue?”
Mikaella’s only answer was to mewl, bite her lip, and keep touching herself. He took it as a yes.
Damn, maybe I should go down on her more often. There was something about her in this overstimulated and over-pleasured state that he always found so irresistible. Now he really had to see how fucked out she looked after he came inside her. “I’m glad you liked it, but that was just a warmup.”
“Oh fuckkk…” Her breaths started coming faster.
Mikaella was more than lubed up enough for the both of them, but Alkim decided to follow her lead, giving his dick a few good pumps from crown to stem, coating his length in the slick, addictive precum he never seemed to run out of.
In reality, his internal stores were far from limitless: maintaining them required a continuous renewal of resources and a continuous supply of energy. At that moment there were billions of ion channels opening and closing as willed, delivering simple monomers throughout his body to his glands, where they could be combined into ever larger polymers. Active transport was the most metabolically expensive process in cellular biology, and at this scale of production he was burning hundreds of Calories in glucose with each load, as much as a serious workout. At first he’d been pleased to see increased muscle definition in the mirror, but that was pure vanity. If Alkim lost any more weight, those muscles would be broken down next.
Good fucking thing I brought that breastmilk protein shake, or I’d never be able to reload so quickly. Alkim had never been a fan of liquid calories, but his new metabolism required ever more numerous and easily digestible sources of ready-made energy: exactly what millions of years of evolution had shaped human breastmilk into. The concoction still needed some fine-tuning, but it was undoubtedly the best protein shake Alkim ever had, far better than any made from soy, almond, or cow’s milk.
Alkim’s desires and libido had directed his body into improving its capacity for sex, but that blind process might have already reached its limits. Further enhancements, he believed, would require more deliberate, targeted modifications to his own physiology. Eventually, Alkim wanted to be able to cum multiple times in a short span without needing to eat and drink so much between rounds, but doing so would necessitate a greater capacity to store energy, and water.
All his attempts at increasing his energy stores via glycogen had failed. Body fat could hold enough energy, but not in a form he could break down quickly. He simply didn’t know enough to fix that. Yet.
Water storage should be simpler. His first plan was to try enlarging his spleen: the extra reserves of blood would help to buffer those massive swings in blood pressure and fluid levels that came with his excessive cum production. The idea came to him from a documentary about the physiology of large animals. A racehorse’s huge spleen could store excess blood before a big sprint. That seemed much simpler than figuring out how to produce the elliptical blood cells of a camel that could withstand massive swings in water concentration.
Powers or no, it was no easy thing to replicate the products of millions of years of evolution, much less improve upon them.
And cumming wasn’t the only thing that used up his water reserves. All the energy that didn’t directly go into new chemical bonds was released as heat, heat that his body was doing its damndest to dissipate the only way it could. Rivulets of sweat trickled down from his neck, his chest, his back, and his oversized sack. Alkim lifted the GoPro’s headband so he could wipe his brow, then dried his hands on the bedsheet. He reached out with his mind and found his glands only half full. That’ll do for now. While he digested that protein shake, his cum factories would keep working on their own until he was ready to unload.
Alkim grabbed his cock and pressed the head to the entrance of Mikaella’s awaiting pussy. The moment she felt its touch her hips instinctively rose to meet him, gyrating, coating the crown in her juices, trying to work it in. Both were so thoroughly lubricated that it would have been the easiest thing in the world for him to slip inside her, bury himself to the hilt. Instead, he pinned her down by her waist. Alkim knew he could have had her by now; he just wanted to hear her say the words.
“Tell me what you want.”
Mikaella was not one for subtlety: she simply swung her free leg out to the side, spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers and begged, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her head slammed back against the sheets with each shameless, desperate plea.
Damn if I don’t love to hear her beg… His cock swelled larger, harder, pulsing powerfully in his grip. Alkim decided that subtlety was overrated. By his next heartbeat, he was inside her.
Mikaella screamed in ecstasy at the moment of insertion, slowly decreasing in volume as her lungs deflated while he continued to push inside. When he was barely two inches deep, her back arched up like she’d been shocked, before abruptly slamming back to the bed and repeating the process all over.
Alkim felt her insides clenching and pulsing around his cock, trying to wring him out like a wet towel. His cock answered, firing off a burst of precum into that tight little pussy as he continued to push inside. Impossibly, she seemed to get even tighter, until he suddenly sensed heat and wetness splashing against his legs, enough to coat his pendulous sack.
“OooOOhHOo myyyy gAAAwwwdd…” Mikaella moaned uncontrollably.
What the-? Mikaella’s a squirter?!
He’d seen her cum many times in the past few weeks, but never quite like this: he’d only been inside her for all of two seconds before she got off harder than ever. Once the last of it trickled out, she seemed to finally notice, staring down at the messy wet patch of bedding with wide, unbelieving eyes, even more shocked than he was.
Note to self: buy extra sheets.
“Fuuuuck, I’m sorryyyy…”
Alkim smiled. “Don’t be, I liked it.” It wasn’t the most convenient or hygienic habit, yet he was far from upset. It made him feel accomplished. He’d only ever made one girl squirt before, and that, too, had come as a surprise. “I usually hold it in,” Aly had said, “but sometimes I can’t control it when I’m, like, super drunk…” He wondered if Mikaella was the same, only instead of liquor, she was drunk on him.
Mikaella almost looked drunk with her face so flushed with embarrassment. “Literally, th-that’s never happened before… like, I didn’t know I-I…” She sounded drunk, too.
He bent over to shut her up with a kiss, slipping her some extra chemical relief. Her breathing slowed, and she reciprocated his surprise-tonguing gladly. He gave her a few seconds to calm down before he pulled back. “It’s okay, I believe you.”
Alkim was oddly pleased with himself, but still no less eager than Mikaella to get to the main event. He snatched up the comforter and roughly sopped up the excess fluids from their legs before tossing it to the floor. His hands wrapped around her tiny waist, holding her tightly to his groin as he knee-walked his way back to the edge of the mattress, never pulling out. He planted his feet onto the hardwood floor and stood up with his dick plugging her sopping wet cunt and grabbed Mikaella’s ankles in his hands. “Just don’t be surprised if it happens again.”
He thrust forward again, burrowing past the tight, spasming walls of her pussy. Before she could even cry out, he had pulled back and pushed in once again. The frantic pounding drove the air from Mikaella’s lungs, leaving her gasping for each breath. Now that he knew she could last quite a while without fresh oxygen, he saw no reason to hold back.
Mikaella seemed to be of the same mind. It took her a few thrusts to catch her breath, but once she had it, she made sure to use it. She screamed and moaned like a real pornstar, offering lewd encouragement to keep him and their unseen audience locked in.
“Fuck! It’s so biiiiiig!”
“Ngh! You’re so fucking tight!”
A tight little pussy to match her tight little body. Alkim was shocked to find that he’d bottomed out completely without hitting her cervix, even after adding a couple of inches to his cock. Still, his new proportions made things a bit awkward. Alkim still wasn’t used to the absurdly heavy, pendulous sack swinging forward with each thrust of his hips. Fucking Mikaella in missionary forced him to adopt a wider stance just to avoid painfully crushing his giant balls between their thighs.
Mikaella never let up. “Fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me like that! Pound that pussy! Fuck me with that magic diiiiIICK!”
Alkim hadn’t gotten to hear this side of her until now, not with his dick always plugging up her mouth. As it turned out, he liked having things a little less one-sided.
“Yeah, you like that, slut?”
“I looOvee ittt!”
It was a good start, but Alkim wanted to try another position, both for himself and for the video they were nominally shooting. He made good on his talk of using her and didn’t wait for her permission. He just flipped her over, grabbed her hips, pulled her up to her hands and knees, and started fucking her from behind. His oversized balls clapped against her inner thighs. The added pressure seemingly forced even more precum from his Cowper’s gland. He groaned at the unexpected relief and kept fucking her relentlessly.
The combination of hard pistoning and chemistry proved extremely potent. Mikaella squealed and rocked forward with each thrust, too preoccupied to keep talking dirty beyond occasionally yelling “Yes!” and “Alkim!” Within a couple minutes she’d fallen forward onto her elbows, having either lost the strength to hold herself up, or the brain power needed to control her arms.
Not that it really mattered. Nothing else mattered now that he was inside her. He grabbed a fistful of pink and black hair and pulled back, drawing even throatier moans from the overstimulated girl.
Alkim never dated in high school but managed to lose his virginity the day after his college orientation. Though he enjoyed the chase, the courting, he mostly just wanted to get his rocks off, clear his head. He did his best to make sex a regular part of his routine: built up an air of casual indifference and made connections with like-minded women from his dorms and classes. That was something he sorely missed since graduation.
Sucking Kate’s tits and getting blown by Mikaella had restored his appetite, but last night with Ania had woken him up. He hadn’t realized until he was fucking that pear-bottomed MILF raw how much he’d missed good pussy. Even so, as sexy as Ania was, the whole affair was far too weird and transactional to scratch that itch. He’d trained himself on a very different type of woman, a different kind of fucking. This kind.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Alkim! Please! Use meeee!!!”
Once again, he had a tight-bodied ABG on his cock, screaming his name, begging for more. With that pillar restored, the Earth and Sky had finally returned to their proper alignment. The more he fucked Mikaella, the more she reminded him of his former friend-with-benefits. She was not as sexy as Krystal, not as athletic as Ruili, nor as smart as Aly. Yet none of those qualities seemed important anymore. Mikaella was here, she was all his, and she loved the contents of his balls more than life itself. He was going to make his cock-worshipping Filipina cum over and over again until the very idea of touching another man became unthinkable. He was going to stamp the inside of her pussy. He was going to break her, remake her, until she really was his perfect little slut.
Fuck yessss!
He pounded away until they were one sweaty, panting mess. It wasn’t much longer before he wanted to see what she could do when she was on top.
“Your turn.” Alkim panted. “Bounce on it!” He smacked her ass, spurring her into motion.
Mikaella was already on it. “Oh god, fuck! Yes!”
He spanked her again. “Come on! Show me what all those sugar daddies were buying! Fuck me like the rent’s due!”
She did as he bade, bringing in her legs so she could spring herself up and down with as little wasted motion as possible, twerking and jerking off his cock tighter than even his own fist. What Mikaella lacked in curves, she made up for with compact and efficient movements.
“Holy shit!” It was better than he’d have believed. He felt his prick tighten, shooting another salvo of precum into Mikaella’s bare, permeable insides, causing her to clench even more tightly around him. Alkim was finding it increasingly hard to keep his head (and the camera) pointed up at her.
Fuuuuck I should never have doubted her! Of fucking course she knows how to finish a man off quickly!
Alkim was nearing the end of his rope, but he wasn’t ready for their first fuck to end so soon. His balls hadn’t even finished preparing this next load, and if he went off now, there was no way he would be able to get it up again for round three. Just the attempt would probably end with him blacking out from dehydration.
“Shit! Mikaella! Fucking slow down, girl!”
Of course, Mikaella didn’t slow down at all. She just wanted his load, and she didn’t want to wait a single goddamn second. “Fuck! Fuck! Cum inside me! Do it! Please! Please! Pleaseeee!”
Alkim stopped her just seconds before he lost control by roughly shoving her off his dick. He could have sworn he felt pussy protesting the whole way, clutching and squeezing him as she fell backward onto the mattress, until he finally pulled out of that wet, suckling tunnel.
“Noooooo!” Mikaella whined. “Don’t stooooop!”
“Fuuuck, just gimme a moment here.” He squeezed his dick at the base to keep from cumming.
She wasn’t taking it well. “Keep fucking meee!”
He shut her up with a kiss while he gave his cock a moment to recover. Her hands sought out his shaft, but he stopped her from jerking him off. He broke off the kiss.
Rebuffed, Mikaella fingered herself and sucked the precum off each digit. “Pleaseeee just fuck meeee!” she pleaded. When he didn’t, her patience broke completely. Mikaella’s desperate pleas melted together into an obscene mantra. “FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
Alkim could no longer deny her needs, nor his own.
He slid two hands under her thighs and lifted her off the bed until she was hovering right over his dick. He let gravity pull her down, feeling her pussy lips spreading around him, swallowing him back up, while her other lips gaped and moaned. When she was fully impaled he raised her up and off his cock until only the head was left inside her. That her body would not let go of, clenching tightly around his most sensitive part like a vice. Mercifully, he had no intention of pulling out again. He began to bounce her up and down like that at the quickest pace his muscles could maintain.
“OH MY GOD! YES!” Mikaella did her best to hold onto her bucking stallion: slender legs clenched around his hips, while her nails scrabbled at his back as she did her best to hold onto him.
The pain barely registered over the constant stream of sensation from his cock. Every couple of seconds her tight ass crashed against his groin with the loud slap of skin on skin as her tight, clenching pussy took the full force of his savage upward thrusts.
All the while, that seemingly endless supply of precum kept spraying into her and mixing with her own juices. Her pussy must have gotten stuffed to capacity, as messy, white globs were pushed out every time he pushed in, splattering down onto the once-spotless hardwood floors. Mikaella would never have allowed so much of his precum to go to waste, but she didn’t notice a thing beyond the constant pounding between her legs, grunting instinctively as he bounced her on his dick.
“Uh huh! Uh huh! Yes! Yes! Ugh!”
As much as Alkim loved those involuntary copulatory vocalizations, they still had a porno to make.
“Hey!” He slapped her ass. “Pay attention! Stay with me!”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!”
“Are you all mine?”
“Yes!”
“My pocket pussy?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“My personal pornstar?”
“Yes! Your pornstar! Just yours!”
Her ass crashed down onto his groin with the clap of skin on skin, while his oversized balls slapped into her thighs with each thrust of his hips, battering and staining her with their combined fluids. That schoolgirl skirt kept flapping around, providing his sack with a nice, cooling breeze, but the heat was still building inside him.
“Ugh! What if I want more?”
“Mpphhh! Morre whaaaaat?”
“More women! More pussy!”
“Oh gooOOOD!”
“That’s not an answer! Will you share this dick with another slut? Like Ania?”
“Fuck! Yes! I’ll do it! Whatever you want!” She moaned between breaths as he kept bouncing her up and down on his dick.
“Would you still be my good girl?”
“Alwayyysss!”
“Oh yeah? What if I wanted to fuck Ania first? What if I made you wait your turn?”
Mikaella mewled and whined at the mere suggestion of waiting, but she didn’t hold out for long. “MMM! I could wait my turn! I’ll still be good! I promise!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“Cum addict gonna’s share the load?”
“Mhm! Yes! Yes! Yes! Share the looOOAD!”
Oh fuck! “Yeah? You’re gonna lick all my cum out of Ania’s fucking MILF pussy?”
“FUCK YES! I don’t care where you put it! I LOVE that fucking magic cum! OH! OH! OH!”
That’s what really made Mikaella special: she simply wanted him more than anyone else. No, she doesn’t want me, she needs me. She couldn't last a minute in his presence without sucking his dick in the middle of traffic, could hardly think or sleep without a load in her tummy. Every moment of pleasure, every screaming orgasm, they all went through him. He was the gatekeeper of her satisfaction, and he was pretty sure she knew that without understanding or caring at all about the why. To her, his dick was pure magic, and that’s all she needed to know.
Alkim balls kept churning away, and every gland and muscle fiber in his body was turned towards satisfying his slut’s cravings. Sweat poured down his brow from the heat of his exertions and exothermic chemical reactions beyond count. He could feel his biceps creaking like a branch about to splinter, but he pushed through the pain, pushed right back into that perfect little pussy. Her insides fluttered and clenched like she’d been tasered, sucking at his slick dick with every withdrawal.
Everything else faded away. His world narrowed until he saw nothing but the tight body of his fuckdoll, heard nothing but screams of feminine pleasure and the clapping of skin on skin, and felt nothing but that tight, gripping pussy fluttering around his cock.
“FUCK MEEEEEE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUUU!!! CUM INSIIIIDE!!! FUCK! PLEASE!!! BREED ME! PUT A BABY IN MEEEE!!!”
That did the trick. Mikaella’s pornographic screams cut through to the most primal portion of his primate brain. He forgot all about the video, the IUD she’d just gotten. As far as his mind and body knew, they were making a baby.
Alkim’s huge sack lifted, his cock pulsed, he slammed the cock-hungry girl down to the root, and he came.
Mikaella screamed the instant his seed reached her raw pussy. “YES! YES! YESSSSS!” Her arms and legs locked around his back, while her pussy clenched around his shaft tighter than a closed fist, desperate to wring out every last drop from her absurdly fertile lover. That proved to be a great many drops.
Cum gushed out of him, enough to paint her insides white, overflowing her pussy within seconds. It burst from the space between her pussy lips and his dick like a busted water main. From then on, every pulse of his cock, and every contraction of his balls was just overkill. He felt the excess running down his sack, splattering all over the floor. Yet even this wasn’t enough for him nor her.
Alkim held her in his arms like that, impaled on his cock while her pussy did everything it could to grip, squeeze, and worship his fountaining cock with all the skill and devotion of her mouth, milking him for all his worth. The heat of production was overwhelming; sweat poured down his brow, stinging his eyes. His arms and legs shook like Jello. He couldn’t hold her up any longer, and it took all his remaining strength to walk them back to the bed before he allowed himself to fall back onto the mattress, still inside her, still delivering the last of his copious load into his cum-loving slut.
Alkim had no idea how long it took him to finish cumming, especially through the constant contractions from that tight pussy. But eventually he sensed his cock had finished pulsing, and his balls and prostate were finally emptied.
Fuuuuck me, I need water.
Exhausted, he threw off the GoPro and untangled himself from her full-body hug. While Mikaella’s hands and legs had gone limp enough to remove, her pussy was still fighting in vain for more cum, squeezing his sensitive cockhead a bit too tightly for his comfort. He rolled over to put Mikaella on her back, then pulled out of that stuffed pussy that almost refused to let him go before he finally got free, inadvertently causing even more of his seed to spill out now that he was no longer plugging the gap.
Wait, did she say she loved me? He was pretty sure she had said that and much more that he was not yet ready to unpack.
Mikaella’s face had been frozen with oversaturated bliss: closed eyes, open mouth, tongue sticking out just past her teeth. Once he pulled out she gasped for breath, writhed in place, then began babbling unintelligibly. All he could make out for sure were the words: “cum slut,” “share the load,” “baby,” “love,” and of course, “Alkim.”
Did she always have a breeding kink? Or was that just for the video? Kind of a weird thing to scream the same day she got an IUD.
Though, perhaps that was a normal enough direction for her mind to go in this state. By any honest appraisal, Mikaella was totally wasted; cumdrunk, tripping balls in the most literal sense.
After he came inside Ania, she got very high, very fast, muttering strange hallucinations for at least thirty minutes, and her speech was slurred for hours more. Mikaella was considerably smaller than the caucasian MILF, but he’d assumed she must have developed at least some tolerance to his cum after drinking so much of it. If so, he couldn’t tell from her behavior. Direct and prolonged exposure to his cum within her pussy seemed to be having a far stronger effect than oral ingestion, more than her body could process quickly.
Perhaps her stomach acid neutralizes some of its potency, and this way allows more chemicals to be absorbed over a longer time frame? Could be. Gonna need more tests to be sure. She’ll love that.
Maybe oral ingestion wasn’t as potent, but that didn’t mean Mikaella was done with that method. Even now, high as she was, the cum-addicted Filipina kept scooping up the excess fluid between her legs, and bringing it back to her mouth.
Fucking wow. She just won’t quit…
There was nothing else for him to do but hydrate, observe, and wait for her to sober up.
Vicky
Vicky was having a pretty boring day. The novelty of being home had just begun to wear off, and everyone was gone, working, or too upsetting to speak to. The moment she came back from the gym her stomach started growling. She raided the fridge for something to eat. It was her third meal of the day, but who was counting? Disappointingly, they were mostly down to ingredients, with not a lot of ready-made food left.
The fuck is this? She pulled out a mason jar containing some kind of white liquid. It was labeled, but rather unhelpfully, the label was in Chinese, which only told her that it belonged to either Alkim or Kate. Vicky wasn’t in the mood to try and trace out the characters on google translate. She gave it a little swirl. Hmmm, could be milk, could also be drugs… They did shit like that sometimes. It wouldn’t be the first “chemistry experiment” those two left lying around. She sighed and put it back.
Vicky was not a great cook: twenty-six years old and she couldn’t even make decent kimchi. Her mother had put it more bluntly. “You’ll never hold onto a man if you can’t even make kimchi!” Though she firmly believed there were more issues at play in her past relationships, Vicky had yet to disprove that bit of maternal wisdom. What she could do was make instant ramen and throw Alkim’s roast duck into the soup, improving it 500 percent. Every breath she took was infused with a potent mix of sinus-clearing spices; every bite she took held the darkest, most delicious poultry she’d ever eaten. Mmmm, god I missed that boy’s cooking so fucking much… The bowl was empty before she knew it.
With her stomach taken care of, Vicky was once again left with nothing but boredom for company. Fortunately, Alkim had also left her the cure to that as well: her homecoming present. She grabbed the eightball from her room and checked the weight on her kitchen scale. Half left: hours of fun for the whole family. She cut out a small line on a ceramic plate and snorted it up. It wasn’t quite what she needed, but it got the job done. She used the energy boost to check in with her other friends. Neither Alkim nor Mikaella responded, but those nice employees from Avalon did. They had nothing for her yet, but supposedly their manager should get back to her soon.
Whatever. She did another line and started cleaning the kitchen.
Her phone dinged again. The karaoke bar had shifts available right now if she wanted to take them. Vicky left them on read; she was sick of getting sexually harassed every night for a few hundred bucks a pop. Maybe karaoke was cleaner than stripping, but at least the strip clubs were clear on the rules, and the good ones protected their dancers. The money was good enough in a pinch, but she wasn’t that desperate yet. She’d vowed to herself not to go back to sex work until after she fucked up her music career.
Music! That’s what I need to work on! She opened up her music production class project, pulled on her noise cancelling headphones, and started on her set. She worked like a machine, assembling what she felt was a pretty lit house track. Only when she stopped and played it all from the beginning did she realize what she’d done: her song was way too similar to Yeah Boi’s from the other night. Memories of Avalon had been leaking into her fucking music.
Shit! Fuck! Godamnit! Ugh! She knew what the problem was, she just couldn’t understand why. Why? Why now? Alkim and I dance together every time we go clubbing. What could have made Saturday so… different? Hell, they’d already danced with each other at that exact same club twice, and those grinding, jamming sessions hadn’t ended with her spontaneously cumming on the dance floor. Until it had, until she rubbed her pussy all over her friend, made him choke her, kissed him, and lost her fucking mind in front of dozens of people. While a really fucking great song was blowing up her eardrums. Must have got my wires crossed, lodged the sound somewhere into my brain…
Her pussy was twitching just remembering it. That wasn’t helping. You stupid, stupid bitch! Focus! She needed to think about something else, someone else. She did another line. Is this stuff still working? Her mouth was dry, her nose was dripping, her heart was beating like an 808. She had all the symptoms, she had the energy. It sure felt like the coke was working. It wasn’t. Her new work was sloppy. She misaligned the tracks, the beat kept shifting, the levels were wrong, the mix was off.
Agh! Fucking FL Studio! She threw off her headphones and tried rubbing the stress from her temples. Of course that didn’t work either. She knew that wasn’t the part that needed rubbing. Fuck it! Just one more, that should do it. It was her second bean-flicking today, but who was counting? Vicky kicked off her sweatpants and slid one hand under her rapidly dampening panties. An embarrassingly long time passed without cumming before she pulled The Big Gun out from under her bed. Her favorite vibrator: tried and tested on her pussy and at least a half dozen partners over the years. The electrodick always got her off a hell of a lot faster than her fingers. Even so, she couldn’t quite cross the finish line, as if there was something missing from her brain, or somewhere between her brain and her pussy. An incomplete circuit, a missing instrument.
After failing to get off for far too long she gave it up. She thought she was just horny, but maybe not. Maybe she wasn’t really in the mood for that. Or she was too high. She checked the bag of coke. It was noticeably lighter than before. No, that’s stupid. I’ve never been too high to cum before.
She put her clothes back on and went to the living room. TV was probably the healthiest distraction she had left at this point in the evening. She put on a K-Drama and tried to empty her mind.
About a half hour later the front door burst open.
“What up sluuuuut!” Alkim called out with Mikaella under his arm. He was in his usual daily sportswear and backpack, while she was rocking a bland t-shirt and the cheapest, shortest tartan skirt Vicky had ever seen her in, like something out of a porno.
“What up sluuuuuuuut!” Vicky returned, shutting off the TV.
Mikaella’s greeting came a couple seconds later. “Heyyyyy sluttt!” She was hugging Alkim closely, steadying herself against him as she took off her shoes and tossed them carelessly against the wall.
Vicky wasn’t sure the girl could actually stand on her own. “Jeez, how fucking wasted are you?” is what she wanted to ask. She settled on, “Where’d you two come from?” The question was addressed to both of them, but she was more concerned with Mikaella’s disappearing act. “I texted you a bunch yesterday, but you never said anything, I was starting to get a little worried here.”
“Oh, sorrryyyy, I was babysitting for my cousin allll day yesterday, and, like, most of today. Alkim picked me up and we… hung out, had s-some drinksss… hehe…” She tried and failed to hide her grin behind one hand like a trashy geisha, and tottered off-balance until Alkim caught her and helped the very faded girl to the other couch, perpendicular to Vicky's.
Alkim put his backpack on the coffee table and sat down beside Mikaella, “I took her to see the other place.”
Mikaella leaned onto his shoulder, “And I looooved it! I can’t wait to move in!”
“Shhhh,” He silenced the drunk girl with a finger over her lips, “We’re trying to keep that under wraps for now, remember?” Unlike her, he seemed completely sober. That struck Vicky as odd: it wasn’t like him to completely abstain when other people were getting fucked up around them. Then again, he drove back. Maybe he’s just being a responsible designated driver?
Mikaella looked about ready to suck on that finger until he pulled it away. Only then did she seem to process what he’d said. “Ohhhh, yeahhhh,” She nodded a bit too vigorously, “because of the B-I-T-C-H. Got iiiiiit. My lips are sealed. Ziiiip.” Mikaella wiggled herself into the fake leather until she was lounging back on the couch with her legs propped up on the armrest closer to Vicky.
Oh, so she knows about the house. Does she also know he fucked Ania? Vicky couldn’t be sure, but that wasn’t her secret to reveal.
Alkim jumped back to his feet. “Alright, be right back, just gonna take a quick shower first, then it’s all yours.”
Mikaella’s mouth opened, as if she was going to offer to join him, but instead she just said, “M’kay!”
“Good,” Vicky added, “last thing we need is man-stink on our clean furniture.” In point of fact, the furniture was far from clean, and Vicky’s nose couldn’t seem to get enough of his scent, but that wasn’t the sort of thing she was supposed to say.
He lifted his arm to check his pits and made a little face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, I’m going.”
Both women watched Alkim walk to the bathroom, taking off his shirt as he went, exposing those his surprisingly defined lats and obliques. Both women turned to face each other and promptly stopped biting their lips.
Vicky broke the awkward silence. “You ever notice how men are always saying they’re going to take a ‘quick shower’? What does that even mean? It’s always quick, that’s every shower for them.”
Mikaella’s mouth dropped open as if receiving a major revelation, “Waaaaait, that’s so trueeee! They DO always say quick shower!” The drunk—or high?—girl just laughed herself hoarse. “I missed you so much, Vickyyyy.”
“Me too, gurl.”
“You’re just sooooo niceee, and suuuper pretty!”
“Awww, thanks! I think you’re really pretty too! Have I told you how much I love your highlights? And your makeup, totally locked in that ABG look!”
“Thanks! But for real, you’re, like, sooooo pretty. You’re body’s, like, POW!” Her hands did the ‘mind blown’ gesture. “You’re like the gorgeous big sister I always wanted!”
“Aww! That’s so sweet!”
While Vicky was sure Mikaella had done a lot more than just “some drinks,” she wasn’t going to judge her for that, especially not after doing a bunch of coke. This could have been any conversation that one might have in the ladies room of a bar after a few drinks, right down to recursive loops of complimenting each other’s appearance. Until Mikaella broke the loop.
“I’m sorry I got mad at you. That was bitchyyy.”
What? “Is that why you didn’t text back?”
“Yeahhhhh…” Mikaella was kicking her feet up and down. “Soooo, like, remember Saturday night, when you guys went out without me?”
“Uh huh.” Was she really that pissed about being left at home? “I’m really sorry about that.”
“It’s whateverrrr. I still gotta get a fake ID… Oh, but later I woke up at, like… three-ish?” She tilted her head, as if Vicky was supposed to fill in the correct time she woke up alone. “And I was all, like, ‘Where are they? They should be back now?’ But then I heard something in Alkim’s room, and I got a lil’ scared, so I checked, and I saw you and Kate br-uuhhh sleeping. With him.”
“Oh.” Shit. “I can explain-”
Mikaella waved her off, rolling her head around on the couch as she spoke, “It’s fiiine now. I kinda freaked out, but then Alkim told me what happened. Like, how you had to get him home after he got roofied helping That Bitch…” She seemed to seethe in place for a moment before her muscles relaxed and her gaze returned to Vicky. “But for real, thanks for carrying him back. Seriously, he’s like, so fucking heavy. God, I can’t even, like, how? I wish I was that strong.”
Vicky sighed in relief. “Yeah, that was a two-woman job, good thing Kate dropped her hookup to help. I’m so sorry we freaked you out like that. I completely forgot that you two were together and-”
Mikaella’s eyes bugged out. “Wait, wait, wait! Who told you we’re together?”
Seriously? The girl was just talking about how jealous she got and thinks it's a secret she likes Alkim? “Uhhhh, no one, I just kinda figured it out.”
“When?”
“Friday.”
Mikaella found that hard to believe. “Seriously? Your FIRST day back?”
Vicky nodded.
“How’d you figure it out?”
Because it was really fucking obvious? They never used to hang out together or sit so close together on the sofa. It wasn’t hard to notice the way Mikaella was always hovering at his side. Still, Vicky hadn’t really believed everything Alkim said about their relationship; infatuation was one thing, obsession was quite another. Now, Vicky doubted nothing.
It couldn’t have been more obvious they’d been fucking: the messy hair, the sweat-stained clothes, that persistent dopey smile on Mikaella’s face. And then there was the smell. Good god. The moment they walked through the front door, Vicky caught an undiluted whiff of that musky, dude smell pouring off them in waves. It was the same scent she’d noticed from Alkim on Saturday night, strong enough to make her forget herself… but it was much more endurable now that he’d left.
Vicky shrugged. “Just the vibes. I can always tell.” The only thing she couldn’t tell was why the ex-sugar baby wanted to hide their relationship from her. Did she think I would object? Try to break them up? Me? Seriously? Free-loving, anti-slut-shaming, nonjudgemental me? “Seriously, girl, you’ve got nothing to worry about from me. I’d never screw over a friend like that. Are you guys exclusive already?”
“Uhhhhh, not exactlyyy. Well, like, I’m exclusive with him. I don’t want anyone else. Blegh!” She stuck out her tongue, like other men were nothing but a bad taste in her mouth.
“Uh huh. But does he?”
“Hm? Does he what?”
“Does Alkim want to fuck other women?”
“Welll duuuuuh, he’s a guy.”
Not just a guy, a fuccboi supreme. “True, true, but that doesn’t mean you have to let him do whatever or whoever he wants.” Like our landlady… wait, what the fuck am I saying?
Fortunately, Mikaella seemed bizarrely unconcerned with that prospect. “I was pretty jealous when I thought he was fucking you and Kate that night. But then he told me about Ania… Oh shit, was that supposed to be a secret?!”
Oh, so he did tell her. “Nooo, no, you’re good. Me and Kate know about that already. It’s so crazy though, like I wouldn’t have believed him if I hadn’t copied the keys myself.”
“Ohhhh. Cool. Cool. Yeah, I don’t mind anymore. Kinda hard to call it cheating when he’s using that magic dick for good and stuff.”
“Wait, what?”
“Besides,” Mikaella checked they were still alone before lowering her voice to a whisper, “I don't think I could keep up with him all by myself.”
Vicky lowered her voice to match, “What do you mean?”
“Ohhhh my godddd, Vicky, you have, like, no fucking idea. It’s soooo fucking much, like every time with him. It’s like magic, but it's real. Y’know?”
Vicky did not know, because Mikaella wasn’t making any fucking sense. She tried to keep the ditzy girl on topic. “Are you saying you guys talked this out? A poly arrangement?”
“Uhhh, I guess so. Yeah.” Mikaella kept one leg propped up on the armrest, but left the other to dangle over the side, giving Vicky an unobstructed view of the absurd mess in between her thighs. Jesus! Is that… oh god, is that all cum? She tried not to look, but the smell kept reeling her back in like a fish on a line, and Vicky couldn’t bring herself to look away for very long. Luckily, Mikaella didn’t seem to notice, allowing Vicky to keep stealing glances every couple of seconds. Oh my god, it’s all over the couch!
This was even grosser than the time Kate sat down on Vicky’s bed without any panties on. She wasn’t sure which was worse: watching Mikaella leak all over the couch, or embarrassing the girl to death by telling her about said leak?
“Shower’s free,” Alkim called out.
“Comingggg!” Mikaella left in a rush to clean herself off, taking no notice of the disgusting mess she left behind, taking the choice out of Vicky’s hands.
Alkim poked his head out from the hallway. “Gonna get started on dinner. I’m thinking Hainan chicken rice. Should be ready in an hour.”
“Okay.”
He left to cook, leaving Vicky alone with the cum stain. Scratch that: it was more of a cum puddle. Fuck, how is there so much? Jesus fucking christ…She stared at it for way too long before realizing she should probably clean it off before someone sat in it.
Vicky grabbed some cleaning supplies from the hallway closet and set them all down on the couch next to the offending cum puddle. She’d never seen so much cum in one place: it could have filled a fucking shot glass. Jeeeezus, I guess that’s what she meant about keeping up with him. Fucking magic dick…
Without ever intending it, Vicky had dropped to her knees in front of the couch. The smell was so much stronger up close: she could practically see the fumes rising from the puddle, overpowering every other scent in the room. It was musky, sweet, yet strangely complex. Her face kept getting closer, as if those last few inches were getting in the way of… she didn’t know what. Fuuuucking hell, it's so… white! She tried to remember if that was the sperm she was seeing, or if they were supposed to be invisible. There had to be a fuckload of them in a load the fucking size of this. And that’s only the part that leaked OUT of Mikaella’s pussy? Holy fucking shit, someone’s gotta teach this girl about pads… First thing’s first: gotta clean up this mess.
She looked at the cleaning supplies. What do you even use to clean up this much cum? This wasn’t exactly her first time cleaning cum off a couch, but she was pretty sure paper towels just kinda pushed it around. Plus, she didn’t want to use the wrong product and risk ruining the couch, even if it wasn’t real leather.
Is it too thick for paper towels? Curiosity got the better of her. Slowly, tentatively, Vicky dipped her coke nail into the puddle. It was shockingly thick; thicker than a man’s load had any right to be. And even more powerfully fragrant up close.
Animated by habit, Vicky closed one nostril, brought the soiled nail to the other, and snorted that droplet off her finger before she knew what the fuck she was doing. She felt it in her sinuses almost instantaneously, a tiny ember of desire and manliness and pure sex.
She needed more. Her head moved on its own, slurping up the puddle before feelings of confusion, embarrassment, or disgust had the time to reach her brain and stop her.
Oh goooood!
She was tonguing it, swishing it around, gumming it, absorbing all it had to offer. Her mouth seemed alive with a million flavors, only a few thousand being cum. There was only a trace of that chlorinated saltiness she’d expected. The rest was something else, something incomparably better, infinitely more tempting. Faint notes of Mikaella’s pussy had mixed in, like how aged casks can improve the flavor of liquor. She wanted to savor it, but she couldn’t seem to prevent her tongue pushing it back and swallowing it down. Seconds later, she felt the real head rush: a fucking mondo, tubular wave of dopamine crashing into her brain and her clit simultaneously. It was stronger than the best coke of her life. Stronger than the best sex. Stronger than the sound of every boyfriend and girlfriend she’d ever had singing “I love you” in an eleven-part harmony.
Ohhhhh! Myyyyyy! Goddddd!
Her left hand let go of the paper towels and nearly ripped the button off her jeans to get under her panties. From zero to strumming her clit like a guitar in less than a second. She went off like a firecracker, flying just under the radar only because her teeth were clenched too tightly for any sound to escape her. Vicky needed more. She jilled-off like that; one hand at her pussy, one squeezing her tit, while her eyes scanned the living room in search of another drop, another dose, but she couldn’t find it. Whatever was left would be lost forever after Mikaella’s shower. What a waste! She might have cried if she weren’t still experiencing the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Eventually her heart slowed, her pussy relaxed, and once the madness passed she couldn't believe what she’d just done.
AAAAHHHH!!! What the fuck is wrong with me???
She buttoned up her pants and bolted to her room before anyone could see her like that. She had to clear her head somehow, but she couldn’t stay here. The dildo was right there on her bed, and she didn’t trust herself not to start playing with herself again. She couldn’t go to the kitchen either because Alkim was there, and she couldn’t trust herself not to say or do something she couldn't take back.
Kate? Yes! The one person who never wants to talk about dicks!
The door was closed, but Vicky could hear drum and bass music coming from the other side.
Fuck it. Vicky knocked frantically.
“It’s open,” said Kate from the other side.
Vicky slipped in and shut the door behind her. Just be cool. Don’t think about cum. “Hey girlll.”
“Hey.” Kate acknowledged without turning away from her PC. The insanely top-heavy goth was exploding out of a tank top, exposing as much cleavage as four Vickys put together, resting her enormous, veiny boobs on the desk.
Jesus, those fucking tits. How the hell can she even type like that?
Kate was so caught up in her work that Vicky had plenty of leeway to find out for herself. It seemed like Kate had to push her keyboard way out in front of her to type, and her boobs still covered her elbows. Each keystroke sent little mesmerizing tremors through those acres of pale titty.
Vicky eventually stopped staring and sat down on the edge of Kate’s bed. “Working on something?”
“Yeah, coding a website.”
“Nice.” That explained the unreadable mess of letters and numbers on the screen. “Another freelance job?”
“Yup. quick and dirty. Just a basic photo and video hosting site.”
“Cool, cool.”
“Beats Karaoke for sure.”
“I’ll bet.” Vicky caught a glimpse of a skinny Asian girl with pink highlights in a very slutty outfit on Kate’s screen, and it took an embarrassingly long time for her to connect those dots. “Waaaaaiiit, is this the website for Alkim and Mikaella?!”
Kate blushed. “Oh… yeah. I didn’t think you knew about that.”
As of two minutes ago, I officially know too fucking much about them. “Alkim told me about it Saturday night. Isn’t that fucking crazy? I still can’t believe it.”
“Really? No shade, but it seemed like the logical career trajectory for Mikaella’s whole life. At least now she doesn’t have to touch any gross old men.”
Harsh, but true. “Well duh. I meant crazy for Alkim.”
“Oh, right. Yeah. I mean, I thought so at first, like he wouldn’t even let me tag him in party pics. But he keeps his head blurred or out of frame, so all he has to do is hold a video camera, get his dick sucked, and do the bare minimum of video editing. I’m not exactly an expert in men, but I’m pretty sure any guy would sign up for that. Like, I wouldn’t mind getting paid while some girl eats me out.”
“Huh. Well, when you put it that way…” He’s doing a lot more than getting his dick sucked, that’s for damn sure… “Wait, how do you know the way he shoots porn?”
“I never said that.” Kate refused to meet her eyes. “He must have told me.”
Oh my god. “You’ve seen his videos?!”
“Ugh! No! Barf! Blegh! I just clicked through, only played a few seconds!”
“Gasp! Kate!” This was the last thing she would have expected from her lesbian housemate.
“Hey! I’m making their website! I had to make sure the files were embedding! That’s it!”
Vicky couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Okay, okay! Chill out! Nobody’s accusing you of anything.” Oh! My! God! She totally fucking watched it!
They stood in silence for a bit. Vicky’s imagination couldn’t help but fill in the blanks with images of those two fucking. Primal, hardcore, ball-slapping sex, absurdly massive creampies, impossibly tasty cum painting Mikaella’s womb white, pure ecstasy on her cutesy face as she scarfed it all down in front of the camera…
The curvy Korean unclenched her thighs and looked back towards Kate. “Sooo was it good?” asked Vicky.
“Huh?”
“Their porn, is it any good?”
“I told you, I don’t watch that shit. Not into the whole boy/girl… thing.”
“Uh huh. Sure. Like, you aren’t even just a teensy bit curious?”
Kate cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Vicky wasn’t sure if the resulting titquake was intentional or just something Kate’s body did from now on. “Are you?”
Very. The taste on her lips kept pulling her back in. Vicky needed to know. She needed to see the real thing in action.
Kate was looking right at her, arms crossed in her lap, tits covering half her elbows. Just waiting. Waiting for her to say it. Almost like she was expecting this.
Vicky could think of a million reasons why she shouldn’t do this. Alkim and Mikaella were housemates, friends, Alkim was like her little brother and Mikaella her sister, this was an invasion of their privacy as a couple, she had no right, this was weird pervert behavior, et cetera, et cetera.
A million reasons not to. Only one reason to go through with it. One very big and impossibly tasty reason.
Vicky swallowed her pride and asked. “... Can you send me the link?”
Kate grinned and sent her the link.
Thanks for reading! Whew, here it is: the long awaited sex scene between Alkim & Mikaella. This was originally just going to be the second half of chapter 22, but I let that get too long, and so was this, so now its a separate chapter, mostly from Alkim's perspective but with a nice Vicky POV at the end. I was kinda struggling for a bit to make this sex scene different from the one in chapter 21, but I think it worked.
More drama, mind games, and expanding curves are coming. Stay tuned.
Chapter 24 - Milk, Honey, and U-Hauls (16k words) is now up on Patreon and SubscribeStar: Kate and Dana have their second date.
Also up on Patreon and SubscribeStar is the first chapter (10k words) of an entirely new timed-exclusive story:
Founder Effect
Eighteen biologists shipwreck on a lost world, an island forgotten by time and populated with creatures both ancient and new.
With seventeen women and only one man, the only way to save this new species from extinction is to make them breed.