Brukalius
Rickett felt as much as heard Roselyn's muffled voice as she cried out to him. He didn't need to hear what she was saying to know how she felt. He felt a level of attunement with Roselyn as they fucked that he often chased with Rachael, but rarely perfected. That it came so naturally was a shock, if a pleasant one. In the back of his mind, he felt that he should be more concerned with how he was feeling and the whole hyper compatibility thing. However, it was hard to be worried when fucking Roselyn felt so... damn... good.
Rickett's leg planted on the ground flexed powerfully, helping him to drive his hips against hers more and more firmly. He could feel her entire body ripple under him with the force of his thrusts and the sweat slicking their skin made them slide against each other. Rickett could feel Roselyn's hardened nipples dragging against his lower chest, begging to be touched, but he ignored their desperate plea. He needed to cum again inside of her again. He needed to mold Roselyn's body against his as his cock molded her insides and his cum... Fuck... he wanted his cum to change her too. Something in Rickett's mind fought to keep that primal thought from forming, even as his body pushed to make it a reality.
Rickett's thrusts grew faster and even more shallow as his pelvis no longer left hers. The rapid clapping sound that had filled the room ended as moaning, harsh ragged breathing, and a slurping sound from somewhere else in the room took over. Roselyn tightened around him as she climaxed again and he could clearly hear her praising him. His heart sang at the praise filling him with a deep fulfilling sense of satisfaction that enhanced the pleasure pounding inside of him. She was so tight now and only growing tighter. He knew what her body needed and it was the same thing his own needed.
The sharp spiky scent of her own body's perfume blasted him again demanding his cum. He shuddered, feeling fatigue again slip from him as his body raced headlong to provide it. Rickett leaned into one of Roselyn's pale soft feet near his head, feeling it whip his body onward. His beard rasped roughly against the soft skin as he nuzzled against it and felt himself shoot past the razor's edge. He could feel her cumming again to the desperate movement of his hips grinding into the tight vice that was her insides. He was going to join her in that climax as soon as he crested the climb and he wanted her to cum harder. She had said she enjoyed the scent of her partners especially in the height of passion. He had rarely felt such passion.
Rickett's arm around Roselyn's shoulders slipped higher to the back of her head as he tilted his body to lean harder into the foot he was nuzzling. Her face and body slipped on the coating of sweat between them and she slid right into his armpit. His arm around the back of her head pulled in firmly, burying her face into the masculine musky origin of the dark chocolate hanging thickly around her. With his body completely upon her pinning her to the bed and his arm locking her face in place, Roselyn was left with no choice but to take the full brunt of his own healthy, sharp, and slightly sweet scent in with each ragged breath. He left her just enough room to take those ragged breaths.
The shift and firm rub of his face on her foot mixed with the desperate grinding of his throbbing cock against her cervix set off something wild in his lover. He felt her nails that had lightly scratched his back before dig in and like it was like she set off a bomb inside of him. "OH GOD ROSELYN!" He cried out as his body tightened against her. A moment later, as her nails started to drag he was erupting as strong as his first orgasm inside of her painting the firm nub of her cervix and every bit around it in a fresh coating of his thick cum. Rickett's hips ground hard against Roselyn's clit as he released more and more into her tight confines as the intensity of his scent to her sensitive nose reached a fever pitch. "SO GOOD... HAAFFFF... FFFUUUCK!" He cried out in bliss as he claimed her for the third time in a row. Black specks danced in his vision at the intensity and every muscle in his body strained to hold him in place atop and inside of his red headed lover.
Brukalius
Rachael jumped with a bit of surprise at the feel of her blanket being tugged off her body. She felt powerful yet feminine fingers in her hair... fingers she was coming to know well... fingers that could work miracles. She knew what she would see as her head turned to look up at the beautiful nude form of Bailey. She was not quite prepared, however, for how aggressively Bailey was on her. She didn't blame the woman; she had grown extraordinarily needy herself watching her husband lose himself in fucking Roselyn.
Rachael moaned at the feel of Bailey's other hand sliding inside of her sex with nearly zero resistance. That is when the large pillar of flesh moved in front of her vision, snuffing out the sight of the wild desire in Bailey's eyes. The desire had only been partially for Rachael and Rachael understood. What was happening three feet from her was INTENSE. Rickett had clearly cum twice already and showed no sign of stopping. He showed no sign he even knew anyone else was in the room.
Rachael's eyes crossed as she took in the angry red color of Bailey's cock right before it pressed against her cheek, eye socket, forehead... fuck... it practically covered her whole face. She could feel the heavy hang of Bailey's sack against her lower lip and across her chin with those orbs that had filled her again and again bumping against her throat. She smelled clean from the shower, but at the same time a heady musky cinnamon emanated from the incredible organs.
It took a while for Bailey's words to penetrate Rachael's clouded thoughts and the powerful arcs of pleasure rolling through her drooling sex at Bailey's touch. She swallowed hard, pushing the background grunts and moans of her husband mixed with the cries of Roselyn away. "How do you make me cock drunk so easily?" she murmured into the smooth skin of Bailey's balls as Bailey moved her hips to bring them to rest on Rachael's mouth and nose.
Rachael rocked her hips into Bailey's hand as she pressed her face forward, pushing Bailey's balls against her body until they hung down on either side of Rachael's cheeks. As she breathed in the potent intoxicating scent, her tongue slid out to wetly caress the underside of Bailey's cum factories. Rachael let her face rock from side to side, feeling Bailey's balls slide across her face as her tongue rolled along the underside. She could taste the heavy cinnamon on Bailey's skin, but she could also taste something else... something like when Rickett had her clean him after they fucked...
Realization dawned on Rachael that she was tasting Bailey's other sex and a deep heat settled in her core. She wondered how often Bailey's partners played with this hidden part of her body and she felt that it was probably rare. Rickett had talked at length on his excitement to lick her down there as he teased the other parts of her body. Pushing her face against the wall only to kneel and run his tongue from the tip of her cock, across her balls, into her slit and then to circle her ass and back... As her tongue slipped lower and rolled over a soft bump that made Bailey tense above her, Rachael understood some of that desire. She had very little experience (one or two drunken nights in college) with this kind of thing and much preferred the thought of sucking Bailey's cock, but that it was THERE was incredibly sexy to her. Her smile was hidden as she left Bailey's clit behind and licked upwards to the base of her shaft.
Pausing, Rachael kissed the massive throbbing pillar and murmured, "I would love to suck you Bailey, if you promise to not hold back on cumming." With that Rachael licked along Bailey's throbbing cum vein to the bulbous tip and took her cock into her mouth. As Rachael bobbed on Bailey's length, taking her a bit deeper with each bob, she brought up her hands to cup each of the full orbs hanging low and blocking that sweet treasure she had tasted. She fondled Bailey as she moved deep enough to gag. The feeling of gagging made her pussy clench and her nearly go over. Pulling back, she pushed forward again as her middle finger tip "accidentally" grazed over Bailey's clit again. Bailey's tip popped into her throat and she shuddered as she crested her first orgasm since waking.
Ana
Roselyn found the seconds stretching as Rickett's thrusts quickened again. There wasn't really a technique to them, but there didn't need to be. Every time he moved in that tight vice of a pussy, she felt it along her entire tunnel, his thick, rock-hard manhood scraping against every sensitive spot her walls had. Those tingling electric shocks flowed into something divine and irresistible, making her body quake as he continued to pound her. That would be erotic enough, by itself, to maintain those brain-draining chain climaxes until Roselyn passed out again, to carve the shape and memory of that cock into her pussy, but... that wasn't all, not by a long shot.
