The Murdered World 8 (Patreon)

Just his finger felt so good, had her dizzyingly near a climax she was unprepared for… she knew his prick would be one of the rare things to give her multiples.

His erection was throbbing in the air, like there was too much lust in Frank’s body, too much stiffness even for that weighty tool. A weapon, unsheathed and hungry for blood. Lucy brought her hands around it. She stroked it, her body burning against his, his body burning against hers. They trembled together, Lucy’s ample breasts shuddering and her asscheeks quaking where his hands weren’t clawed into them. She breathed heavily. Frank seemed cool on the outside, but she felt the big blasts of his heartbeat, pounding where her chest met his.

Frank took one of his hands from her ass, placed it on her breast. Again, that stiff grip, a clutch she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. He held it up and bent down until it was shoved into his mouth. Lucy moaned, feeling his tongue flaming the already red-hot ember of her nipple.

“In me, I want it in me!” she begged, pulling on his prick, holding it to her cunt.

Frank reached down, now treating her engorged labia lips to his iron grip. His hand squeezed, then went lower, feeling the juices that had run from her pussy to anoint either of her thighs.

“You really need it, don’t you?” he muttered.

“Now!” Lucy added. “I need it now!”

He bent his legs to come up under her, to raise his thick knob up into her opening and hunch into her. Just a little at first, not enough to overwhelm her, not enough to hurt, though she was tensed and sensitive enough to make herself whinge.

“HNN!” she grunted, reacting more to herself than feeling her lips opening, wrapping around the bulge of his cockhead, accepting him into the space that would be changed by him—stretching and convulsing and flaring until he was done with it.

Frank didn’t back away, even seeing her face flushed, her eyes squeezed shut and snailing out tears. He fed more into her, making her shudder and moan—shuddering and moaning more as he gave her inch after inch of his wrist-thick prick into a tunnel that was just a hair too small for all it had to hold. He felt her walls spreading, the hot wet flesh opening up only to be full of his shaft. It was a wondrous sensation. Being in a space so tight was uncomfortable, if not truly painful. He grit his teeth, reminding himself to go slow… to savor it, if not to spare Lucy any discomfort. She was definitely going to be sore by the time he was done with her tight cunt. And she wouldn’t be very tight for a while.

“T-there’s so much—uhh—in, inside me… Fraank!” Lucy wailed, her hips twitching—impossible to tell if she was trying to fuck herself more on his cock or buy herself a little freedom from being impaled on it.

“There’s going to be a lot more when I’m done,” Frank assured her.

Her eyes bulged momentarily. She felt his engorged balls swinging against her legs. She knew how full they were. For a moment, she imagined his cock and all the cum boiling in his balls, having them both stuffed inside her. Lucy felt faint.

“Maybe you should jerk off once in a while,” she muttered thoughtlessly.

“I do,” he told her. “Just with blondes.”

Frank’s hands wrapped around her narrow waist. He held her in place. Making sure she took a little at a time, on and on. No more, no less. He didn’t want her to hurt herself. But he wasn’t going to leave his balls as bloated as she’d made them.

Frank pulled Lucy into his lap, grinding her against his pelvis as he brought her down onto the girth of his cock. He felt her folds sucking at his length and dug his fingers into her soft ass. She’s tight—but not for long, she thought, working his hips as he relaxed his hold on her, letting Lucy’s weight carry her down onto all of his towering prick.

“FUCK IT ALL INTO ME!” Lucy cried, raking her nails across his broad back. “I’VE GOTTA HAVE IT ALL!”

Frank grunted; picked her up and set her squirming ass back down on his upthrust erection. Lucy gasped and undulated her sumptuous body, feeling her too-tight passage pulling at his cock as it went in and out… trying to resist its entry, then trying to keep it inside her.

Frank shoved his face into Lucy’s silken cleavage. His lips sucked their way to her tender nipples, where his teeth crushed down on the stiff flesh. He kept guiding Lucy up and down, pumping her on his angrily reddened cock.

“Come on!” Lucy gasped in his ears. “Give me that cum now! I can’t take much more! Let me have your cum!”

Frank pistoned her vigorously around his prick, not letting her touch the ground as their fuck ran on and on. Lucy could only spur him on, raking her nails across his back in a trail of thin red lines. His own fingers grasped her ass so tightly that bloodless white flesh protruded between his clawing grasp.

“Almost there now,” Frank groaned in her ear, thrusting up into her and hammering her down so that she had to take the full length of his phallus on every pump. “Stay with it. You can do it. You can take it.”

He was pulsing out his breath, buffeting her soft belly with his chiseled abs, flattening her full breasts to his chest until the supple flesh was sore and reddened. His fat prick slid in and out of her rippling cunt. Her juices flowed down his shaft and dripped from his balls. Lucy moaned; her sex convulsed in ecstasy. Lower lips clasping and strangling Frank’s erection, but unable to diminish its overwhelming size one iota.

“Yeahh,” Frank sighed, his only expression of pleasure so far. His thighs tensed, the muscles of his ass locked and trembled—Lucy felt a sudden eruption of heat, reawakening her numb folds, letting her know how far Frank had impaled her in their ravaging coitus.

“OOOHH! HUNHH! UHHN! AHHH!” she cried, arching her back to jam her belly against his. Making sure to keep all his hot, flooding cum in the depths of her orgasmic womanhood.

“That’s good, real good,” Frank grunted, his voice low. “Get all of it.”

He slid his hands down to Lucy’s upper thighs, helping her by supporting her chest as her torso swayed backwards, leaving them attached only at their loins and mingled legs.

“Oh-ho, Frank,” Lucy moaned, her body bent double now like the climax of a lap dance. Her lower body like a part of him, occupied territory, while her torso drifted on currents of pleasure, leaned all the way back from Frank, juddering and quaking as she absorbed the red-hot signals from her nether region.

Her pussy squeezed rhythmically around his fat cock. Her hard clit scraped against his bristling body hair. She quailed like a falling bird, needing to express her delight, but with less and less energy to do it. Until her lips were moving soundlessly, her joy only visible in her bright eyes. Then those were lost behind her shut eyelids.

“Not bad,” Frank said as his thick cum overflowed her snatch.

He set Lucy down, to quiver off in her own private glee, while he quickly washed at the sink and rechecked his disguise.

Lucy was young. He would’ve thought she could take a little more rigor in her lovemaking. But since she couldn’t, this was as good a time as any to get on with the mission. He left Lucy to her trembling and went to the Sea-doo attached to the Sundancer’s hull. It would take him to shore, to the van and disguise that were waiting for him.

Who knew? Lucy might be up for a second round by the time he got back.