Remote Possibilities 6 (Patreon)

Kory was surprised. She knew Kon was what Gar might call a ‘horndog,’ but even he was still very provincial when it came to sex. At least, so it seemed to a Tamaranian. She guessed he was more libertine than she’d suspected. And he had good reason to be.

Kon dropped one hand to his groin and rubbed at the bulge that watching the two women had given him. There was certainly a lot to bulge. The next time she saw him, Kory would have to thank Kon for thinking to use his endowment for the viewing benefit of women such as her.

The camera focused on Emma and Jennifer again, their naked bodies a beautiful study in contrasts. Golden tan next to lily-white creaminess. A hand that could only be Kon’s came into frame. It stroked Jennifer’s naked back.

“I’d offer you a hand, but that’s not the body part you need now, is it?”

The girls reluctantly came apart—Kory basked in the new view of them, the sight of fresh sweat glistening on their bodies, even if it meant she couldn’t enjoy seeing them sixty-nine anymore.

They looked up at Kon, Jennifer wearing a wry smile and Emma’s eyes large like they were drugged. Halfway to panic and halfway to arousal. The same way Kory might feel about an erection that size… if Dick hadn’t taught her that pain was just the beginning of what a cock like that could make you feel.

Jennifer knew too. Grin widening, she came up onto her knees and kissed the burgeoning lump in Kon’s pants. Then she unzipped him. Releasing his enormous stiffness, which she rubbed her cheeks against like an addict scoring a hit. An ecstasy entirely apart from the experience; for a few moments, just possessing it was thrill enough.

“We need all of you,” Jennifer said, looking up at Kon, then indicating the floor with a petting rub of the carpet. Making clear that it was plenty soft enough for what she had in mind.

“You’ll get as much of me as you can take,” Kon said, taking his pants the rest of the way off.

He laid down on his back and Jennifer was quick to mount him—beating the nervy Emma to it—guiding his hard cock inside herself, knowing it was well-lubricated from what she’d been doing with another woman.

“Mmmmm,” Jennifer sighed as she plunged downward, letting Kon enter her until there was no more for her to take.

She dropped her hands to her lower belly as if able to feel the massive intrusion inside. Maybe she could, the same way Kory could feel her throat bulging around Dick’s manhood.

“It’ll ruin me for other men, taking all of you,” Jennifer moaned, fucking Kon almost in a rage, full of energy and need. “Better make it worth my while. Better get me off. Better fuck me hard and come in me even harder!”

Suddenly she twisted around to face away from Kon, but still fucked him. Riding his twitching hips with a rapturous expression on her pretty face. Kory moaned herself, seeing the way she looked. America’s sweetheart, millions of fans, and right then she looked like she loved sex more than a nymphomaniac.

As she pumped herself on Kon, his big hands came up to envelope her firm breasts—strong fingers pulling and tugging at her fat nipples, adding to Jennifer’s ecstatic enjoyment. The highest paid hooker in the world couldn’t have liked getting fucked more than her.

“I need to be drunker if that’s what round two looks like,” Emma said, not without a smile, and went to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, a glass from the cupboard.

She poured but didn’t drink. Instead she went to Kon, where he laid under the gyrating Jennifer, and tipped the glass over his mouth. Kon dutifully drank. The moment Emma had taken the glass away, she replaced it with her lips. The kiss sucking droplets of champagne from his mouth. Kon responded in kind: catching her tongue and pleasuring it with suction.

Emma pressed down against him, her small but perfect breasts rubbing over his pecs, as close to him as Jennifer was straddling his loins. Then she came up to offer him her tits instead of her mouth, first pouring some more of the bottle onto the little pink-capped hills. And Kon was no less eager to share that drink than he had been his first.

Jennifer still fucked madly, her eyes closed to fully savor her joy. Emma poured more of the wine onto her chest, shaking a little as the cool liquid bracingly chilled her tender flesh. She arched her back and held out her tits to Jennifer, who proved she’d lost none of her appreciation of the female body even with Kon showing her all a man could do.

“I want a turn,” Emma said, sounding nervous, though it was all but indistinguishable from excitement.

After one last pump, Jennifer took herself up off Kon’s slick cock. It glistened like spit-shined leather from her wetness, moving in lurching circles once it was free of her cunt.

Emma dropped down onto her belly, head in Kon’s lap, and her little hand grabbed hold of his prick. She held it upright, still and ready, like a missile about to be launched.

Wiggling closer, Emma opened her mouth. Her lips seemed to stretch until they were finally wide enough to suck in Kon’s balls—big, heavy-looking nuts encased in his leathery scrotum. But she managed to take them, suck them, while her pale little hand closed and stroked on the length of Kon’s endowment.

Jennifer came into frame and added her hand to Emma’s on Kon’s phallus. She parted her lips and wrapped them around Kon’s glans, moving them down to gulp all of his bulging cockhead, before continuing down to swallow his shaft.

Soon, she had to move her hand out of the way, putting it on Kon’s chiseled six-pack instead. Then Emma had to move her hand too. She squeezed Kon’s firm thigh while Jennifer’s mouth dropped almost to where Emma’s lips were stuffed with Kon’s balls. His entire package was long, full, girthy, a challenge for both of them even at the same time.

The girls continued their oral worship for another minute. They couldn’t get enough of Kon’s member, his balls—his cum, if he ever would spurt. They seemed frantic to make him, to claim the last prize he was withholding from them.

Kory understood the feeling. Carefully, she moved her suction up Dick’s full length, until her lips were pursed on his cockhead. She opened them wide and Dick fucked right into her mouth, not even seeming to notice that she was no longer sucking him. He was still getting off on moving his shaft through her soft lips; his balls still quaked in Kory’s cupped hand.

Saliva dripped off his length. When Kory ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, she sensed his musk indelibly added to the neutral taste of her own saliva. Dick’s manhood never tasted better than it did when she’d been sucking it.

She stopped, just for a moment, and almost cooed when a fresh bulb of ivory precum ran from Dick’s swollen knob, but she was afraid of breaking the spell. Kory ran her tongue over his helmet, washing the taste off of his stony tip and deep into her mind. Dick was close—his desperation to come laced every drop of his ejaculate—she could finish him off at any time, but Dick could end it himself too. She wanted him at that point. She wanted him to need her to be his cum dumpster.

Green eyes slid to the screen again. Jennifer still had Kon’s prick in her mouth, her cheeks drawn in close, her face reddening from how bad she wanted his seed and all she was doing to get it. Then she suddenly pulled her lips free of Kon.

Kory winced, fearing she’d misjudged. She still had plenty of work to do before Dick’s tension was at its peak. Only she didn’t. When she stopped sucking, even for a moment, the abrupt denial pushed Dick further than long minutes of sucking.

He needed her. Kory could feel it in the way he seized her riotous red hair, guided her down onto his swollen prick, and thrust into her lips, trusting she would open up to be his cock holster.

She did. She was.

“Koorrrryyyy…” Dick groaned, deep and soulful. But that was all the sentiment he could express before he tended to his needs.

He rammed his prick into Kory’s throat, so hard he nearly knocked her to the floor. She pulled back, letting his erection come free, and preened before its flaring tip, fingers fisting its length, pumping up and down, feeling the cum rising through his shaft.

Everything seemed to be happening in grains of hourglass sand now, time slowed to a crawl, but that only gave Kory more time to enjoy the delicious anticipation.

She looked to the screen and saw how she must look, white rain all over Jennifer’s face and more falling on Emma’s as Kon’s prick literally erupted at point-blank range. Both he and Dick came in a hot fury of sperm.

Painting Kory’s skin, filling her open mouth—but no matter how much he gave her, she kept pumping and kissing and swiping her tongue for more. And more came, charging down the stiff, jerking length of his endowment to replace what she’d drunk.

Kory only wished she had someone to share it with, the way Emma and Jennifer were enjoying a kiss that tasted as much of cum as each other.