Wedding Belles 7 (Patreon)

He was impossibly deep inside her. Elena couldn’t even speak; there were only moans and sighs of passion. It was like her lover’s cock had grown to fill up all the space inside her—the very tip of it had to be against her womb.

Twitches of pain ate into the swirling pleasure within her, ending up heightening her desire. Cannon’s hips pumped back and forth madly, demanding more, always more, taking the full length of her cunt with full, brutal thrusts. She rolled under him, crying out in her own desperate wanting. And Cannon slammed down into her, crushing her into the bed with his attempt to sate their mutual need.

Her hips trembled and writhed, unable to stop moving when she could move even one inch and claim more of the tremendous prick spreading the lips of her pussy. All Elena could feel was how close she was to coming. She ached with the nearness of it; every nerve in her body cried out for release.

His pistoning length only seemed to go deeper and deeper, splitting her cunt wide open. Elena felt no pain, not now, suffused with pleasure. She gave herself with more and more abandon to his feverish lust for her. And then, suddenly, she was coming.

“I’m there! I’M THEEEERREEE!” she howled, her legs tight around Cannon’s body, squeezing him until he was trapped inside her cunt, letting her feel all the mind-blowing delight that she yearned for.

Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his prick, all her strength going into keeping Cannon in her velvety sex. She pulled him in with her arms too. There was no reason for Cannon to want to break free, but if he’d tried, Elena would’ve put up a fight.

Cannon realized he didn’t even want to continue the pumping that had reaped him so much enjoyment already. He held himself inside of Elena, feeling her folds convulse all around him, and relaxed into the ultimate obliteration, his cum speeding up his shaft and spurting into Elena’s orgasmic snatch.

“Take my cum, take all of it,” he groaned, emptying his lungs in profound, shuddering relief—worlds away from the banshee howl Elena was letting loose as she was fed his cum, rope after rope of thick white cream filling her greedy hole.

“Yesssss!” Elena hissed, still in the throes of her own orgiastic release. “Let me have it! I want it all! God, I can feel it! It’s so hot and thick and getting everywhere… feels like it’s going to stay inside me forever!”

At long last their climaxes receded. They held each other. The eyes that watched them were still unknown to Elena and Cannon.

Agatha was quivering with passion. Her entire body cried out for the same treatment Elena had received; she now desired that far more than she ever had Elena herself. She began to apply pressure to the door—to show herself to the two lovers and let them do with her what they will. But a small measure of sanity won out. There was too much chance that, sated with each other, they would want nothing to do with her. They’d turn her in instead of giving her the fucking she yearned for. But if she used her hypnotic control of Elena to subvert the girl… then she could get all of Cannon that she could stand.

***

When Elena called him, Cannon expected the usual from her. Wanting reassurances of his love, trying to make plans with him. It was annoying, but something he had to put up with from her. She couldn’t keep from getting emotional anymore than she could keep from needing to blow her nose or visit the bathroom.

Only what she told him this time was that she’d happened upon Agatha, managed to corner her with a gun and get her locked up in the trunk of her car. Now she wanted Cannon to help her punish the bitch for all she’d done.

Cannon was sure it hadn’t gone down like that. He didn’t think Elena even carried a gun. And yet when Elena pulled up to headquarters and Cannon went out to her car, there Agatha was, tied up in trunk. Cannon tested out her bonds. They were tight, alright.

“You’re going to help me get back at her, won’t you, Cannon?” Elena asked with that kind of mewling pitifulness that made his cock get harder. “She’s such a… you know… a lesbo. I figure if we show her how good it is with a man, that’ll really teach her. She won’t know what to do with herself, will she?”

Cannon knew Elena would be insufferable if he didn’t go along with her. And Agatha deserved some kind of suffering, if you could call that suffering—none of the women he’d been with ever had. It was surely more merciful than just plugging her, which was what he should probably do.

He picked Agatha up and hauled her to the front seat, putting her in between himself and Elena.  “Drive out to Mission Road,” he told her.

The blonde was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a tanktop. She didn’t seem scared. When she trembled, Cannon thought he sensed excitement in it. Well, that was how these bad girls were. Kinky as hell, even before they broke the law. He almost felt sorry for her, except that it was her own fault he had a hard prick in his khakis that needed treatment.

Elena needed treatment too. She drove out to Mission Road a lot faster than the speed limit. It was the first time he’d known her to break the law.

Mission Road was right off the highway, a few yards of pavement and then dirt. Whatever it had been built as, it was now a lover’s lane. Cannon was relieved to find that, as he suspected, the place was deserted in the heat of the day. Elena found some treetop shade to park in and turned off the engine.

“Here we are, Cannon,” she said. “Are you ready for her?”

“Worry about her being ready,” he told her, and put an arm around Agatha.

He forced her to turn her head—not that it took much work—and he kissed her as softly as she could. Agatha didn’t draw back. She’d decided to cooperate. In fact, Cannon thought, she’d been intending to cooperate for a while now.

His prick was hard as it got now. He kissed Agatha again, his lips harsh, his tongue pushing demandingly into her mouth like a new tenant taking ownership. He treated her own tongue like it was a squatter to be ejected.

“Cannon, I can’t see!” Elana whined. “Let’s get out of the car. We have a blanket in the trunk.”

That was convenient, Cannon thought.

He got the blanket. When he slammed the trunk shot, he saw Elena and Agatha going down to the river. They were talking, but he couldn’t hear what they said. When he went down to the river himself, they shut up. He laid out the blanket. Elena shoved Agatha down onto it. Cannon sat down on it with her. He kissed her. Her lips were warm and soft, but they weren’t doing much. Cannon didn’t mind that. He knew he’d be doing the work here. Agatha would be begging to lift a finger to help before he was finished with her.

Elena sat down on the other end of the blanket. It was just enough for the three of them.

Cannon was surprised at her continued presence. He would’ve thought that she’d at least take a walk until it was done. But she was sitting there just like an audience member at a show.

Cannon lowered Agatha down to the ground, running his hands up and down her legs. She felt stiff and cool. He kept at her, kissing, fondling, relaxing her. Elena watched avidly. She petted Agatha’s hair and kissed her cheek the same way Cannon was kissing her lips. Between the two of them, they got Agatha’s defenses down. Perversely, Cannon decided to chance undoing all they’d done and make a move on her a little earlier. He kissed her hard, stabbing his tongue into her mouth. Agatha gasped, startled, but her body had decided for her—she couldn’t do anything except keep going.

“Yes,” Elena breathed softly, her words going right into the other woman’s ear. “Kiss her like that. She likes it. Give her what she likes. This is what I get from Cannon every night, Agatha.”

Elena’s body shuddered, watching Cannon and Agatha, touching them just enough to sample their growing passion. She’d known it would excite her but now her pussy was throbbing like she was the one getting Cannon’s attention and not Agatha. She hadn’t expected this to arouse her so much. She put one hand in Cannon’s close-cropped hair and stroked it down to the back of his neck. The other hand she put down her pants.