The Flesh Project

ANGELSLAVEGODDESS

Ashley/Lorelai/Mikura


There are times when new sensations come with such relentless and continuous rapidity that one cannot stop to ponder the state of oneself. In between orgasms, chances to reflect and identify changes never seem to come. When they do, they are quickly lost in the moment. Each barrier-breaking meeting of flesh on flesh captures the mind, playing saboteur against attempts to appraise where the psyche, trembling from the ricochet of changing ideas, might stand.

Even for an adult, this fundamental truth is hard to overcome. For a 13-year-old boy, it is almost impossible. For that reason more than any other, Ashley Wilder found himself on his knees, leash around his graceful little neck, without much idea of the exact details of how he’d got there. All he knew was that the reasons, while hard to identify, did exist- and that in some dirty, dark way that he could barely admit to himself, he didn’t mind.

The leash was black leather, featuring a golden crucifix on the front-middle that, glimmering prominently on the choker of an effeminate boy, seemed very obscene. The sides of the leash were obscured by the straight, hanging strands of Ashley’s indigo hair. Most importantly, the hand at the other end of the leash was a physically perfect, long-fingered vision. Abruptly, it yanked him forward. He knew better than to resist- unless resistance was requested of him.

“Today, angel, you will receive a lesson,” came the authoritative, angelic voice- the voice of a female executive. She used this term of endearment even though he was not wearing his wings. They had been destroyed, under circumstances he was too terrified to even recall. “You will see your own need demonstrated in someone else. You will see how to bring out that need. You, angel, will be the instrument by which a descent into hidden desire is achieved.”

The hand on the leash pulled him forward, and his chin was lain forcefully on the couch between her legs. Quickly, there was a hand on his head, pushing it inward toward the flawless, dripping pussy in front of his face. Lorelai’s pussy- the sopping gash of his indigo-eyed, platinum-blonde goddess. He opened his little mouth and began to give what oral ministrations he could, chewing at her labia, licking up and down her slit, and sucking on her half-hooded, pea-sized clit. All the while cognizant of the fact that he was playing about the entrance to a cavern from which a dragon could emerge to do worse than slay him.

He had learned, over the course of their time together, to be very leery of her moods, to track them as a meteorologist might take note of a dangerous hurricane whirling just a few miles away. Following their apocalyptic first encounter, the night his little asshole had first been stretched around the girth of Lorelai’s huge cock, he had felt a pleasure and shame that seemed almost limitless. He had felt a threshold being crossed, and had enjoyed it- he had become his own sexual entity, free from the tutelage of his mother and sister. Though he lacked the words to articulate it as such, he instinctively knew that his family members were desensitized in a way that he could probably never achieve, didn’t want to achieve. He wanted to feel, and on his own terms, be the sensations good or bad. Or both. The sexual tone of any given day seemed to fluctuate greatly depending on how Lorelai was feeling.

On that first night, she had drawn him in with her beauty, made him come to accept the decision he desperately wanted to make- the decision to give himself up to this beautiful, sinfully erotic dickgirl and become hers. Despite how something like that might seem, Ashley knew that consciously giving up all control was, in itself, a form of control. And so, he was able to handle “belonging” to Lorelai. It made him happy, and it had been his choice.

He had been taken apart that night- taken apart and put back together in an unspeakable, wonderful act of complete domination. He’d been forced to drink to a heavy buzz (the amount of imbibing required was, for his little body, not very much at all), and been painted with makeup to look even more female than usual. She had made him wear tiny blue panties that could barely wrap around his pubescent cock, and strapped a pair of cute angel’s wings on his back. More than that, she had made him suck her humongous dickgirl cock and take her greasy cumshot in his mouth and on his face. She had mercilessly fucked his 13-year-old asshole, made him beg to be stretched open. He had allowed it, felt a sort of sick ecstasy as things spiraled ever-further into depravity. When she had ordered him to kneel, and showered his 13-year-old, makeup-dusted face with golden dickgirl piss in that climactic moment before they were interrupted, he had not thought twice.

It had been a night to remember, and though part of it scared him terribly, a greater part of him did not want to leave her side. He could sense, even in the midst of the unspeakable acts that they performed, that he was somehow important to her, and that feeling was beyond his power to resist- the feeling of being special. They had grown closer behind the constantly closed door of Lorelai’s room. When her mood was light and playful, she would lay him down gently, caress his body, and bring him to erupting orgasm with skillful, tender blowjobs that were like nothing he’d ever experienced. In those moments, the look in her eyes had been one of passion and love- and because she had encouraged him to think of sex in terms of secrets, he considered that look a secret of hers that he alone knew.

On one occasion, at the climax of one such suck-session, he had shot a line of pure, white cum in an arc over her face, it had landed in a complete rope across her pretty features, reaching all the way from her hair to her chin. She had cleaned him with her mouth, and then brought him over to the mirror, standing behind him, bidding him look at the fat, white strand of ejaculate he had shot on her. “Look,” she whispered to him, rubbing his chest gently with her palm. “Look at what you did to me. You did that. Now, every time you see my face, you can remember what you did to me. How you marked me. Made me yours.”

In the dim light, she had bent low beside him, cum-strand still white and slick on her face. “Look at what you did!” she said again, using the tone of a scolding, sexy mother. “Every lover I have from now on, when they kiss me, they’ll be kissing a face you stained white.” She had grabbed his cock. “And only you and I will know it.”

During these light times, she would snuggle against him at night, holding him around the waist, and stroke him gently. She would go to the cafeteria to fetch their meals, or make an arrangement with the guard named “Murray” to have them brought to her, and they would eat together. Often, she would lecture him about the nature of love, sex, and pain, and the intertwining of those three (related, according to her) while he listened attentively. Even more amazing to Ashley was the fact that she would, in turn, listen to his stories about growing up with his unique family, and actually seemed to care about what he said.

Other days were different. Ashley quickly learned that when he saw Lorelai reading the small, crucifix-emblazoned book she kept next to her bed, that she wanted to be left alone. He had come to hug her during one such reading session, smiling and carefree, and she had whirled upon him in a rage that was terrifying, asking him with unmistakable anger what had given him the idea that he could touch her. For an hour afterward, she had yanked him around by the hair, forcing his face into the depths of her creamy cunt, sometimes sitting squarely upon him and burying him in her wetness. When his straining boycock had become hard, she had forced him to kneel before the wall and ejaculate upon it. Then, she watched him as he cleaned up every drop of his own cum, licking it from the plaster with a tongue dead-tired from eating her out. He slept on the floor that night. Since then, every time he had seen her reading the book (which he had, during one of her absences, identified as a copy of the Old Testament) Ashley hadn’t so much as looked in her direction.

Her unpredictable rage was not limited to occasions where she was interrupted in reading, either. Once, while eating dinner across from her, he had suggested that they eat in the cafeteria the next day. His reason for this was simple- he had wanted them to be seen together, had wanted to scream his love for her, even in something as silent as a small dinner outing. She had reacted negatively at once.

“I understand, you must think my company alone isn’t enough,” she had said, ghostly eyes forewarning a storm.

“No, that isn’t it,” he had said, quickly. But it was too late.

“I guess dining with me has grown too mundane,” she continued. Wordlessly, she had reached for his plate of food- a combination of white rice and teriyaki chicken that was a staple on the fair-tasting but generally less-than-exciting cafeteria menu. She grabbed it, placed it on the floor, and nodded toward it.

“You don’t want to eat at this table, you can eat on the floor,” she had said. He had looked at her doubtfully, lips trembling. Her look was cruel, icy. She was almost daring him to get mad. And he had wanted to- had wanted to yell at her to stop being such a bitch. But he hadn’t dared. Not because he might hurt her, but because she might send him away, and never hurt him again.

He shifted in his chair, his smooth, tanned legs turning to boost down to the floor, utensils in one clenched hand- but against she had cut him off.

“Leave those on the table,” she said, chewing on a piece of teriyaki chicken. “You want me to walk you like a dog, show you off to the public, then you eat like a dog.”

He had hesitated again. Felt like crying. Lorelai’s eyes flashed. “You get down and shove your face in that plate right fucking now, slut angel, or I’ll throw you out of here and you can go back to eating the leftover sperm that leaks out of your whore mother’s womb!”

She rose from her chair and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his face up to gaze on hers. Wearing nothing but his underpants, he felt his cock getting harder in proportion to his rising fear.

“Do you want that?!”

“No ma’am.”

“Do you WANT that!?”

“No ma’am!”

“Then be a good little slut angel, get on your knees, stick out your cute little ass, and eat!”

He had done so, dropping down, arching his back in a swimsuit model pose to accentuate the bubble of his tanned, teenage buttflesh- but even as he lowered his girlish face to the plate to nibble at rice, he had heard a sound that had stopped him cold. The zipper located on the butt of Lorelai’s black leather pants. The slithering sound that always accompanied her lowering of them. And most importantly, the juicy, animalistic gurgle of her pussy-lips parting slightly to give birth to the wet, fleshy thickness of her fat cock. He had spared a glance upward. She had spread her legs lewdly, bending with knees out to each side, allowing the full, crescent length of her monster dick to erupt outward in front of her, poised inches away from the fabric of her slylish blue blouse. Droplets of lube glistened on the shaft. Precum burbled wetly from the tip. He could see the subcutinous movement of sperm in her fat piss-pipe. The act of making him eat on the floor had made her hard as he had ever seen her. Or perhaps it was the thought of what was to come.

“Don’t eat yet,” she had said. “Let me season that for you. A young man with the courage to eat alone deserves something special.”

And so, he had been forced to watch, kneeling before his plate, as she jerked slowly at her jutting dick with both hands, masturbating it lewdly, the head poised two feet above his plate.

“I’m really backed up,” she said, groaning slightly. “I can feel it.” Ashley knew what this meant. Lorelai’s cum seemed to increase in thickness and nastiness the longer she went without ejaculating. After two days or more, the monster meat spike within her mutant cunt seemed to accumulate a store of coagulated, bubbling, inconsistently thick fuck-jelly that she would then expel with her next orgasm. It was stronger tasting, stronger smelling, and much thicker than normal cum. Watching, pretending to be asleep, he had seen her fellate herself so as to clear her pipes of it, swallowing the whitish-yellow mass she coaxed from her thick prong by sliding it in between her own large, teenage tits. Now, it seemed, he was about to face it firsthand. It had been more than two days. She had been in a good mood of late, and their sex had been sweet and conventional. Her cock had not come into play.

“Uuugh!” she groaned, and then it happened, accompanied by the sound of someone squeezing a spent ketchup bottle- she used two long-fingered, pale-skinned hands to force her cock down toward his plate, and he could actually see her urethra bulge as a spurt of yellow-white paste blasted downward onto his plate, actually stirring his food about slightly, so great was the force of the shot. He had groaned at the sight of it. Never before had he seen such thick, nasty cum. It was lumpy and colloidal, and immediately filled his nostrils with the scent that wasn’t totally unlike walnuts and copper. Quickly, a second spurt splashed down on his plate like a pour of curdled milk, nearly covering his food in sperm-laden cock slime. He could already imagine the task before him. It was so thick, he would have to chew it. Slurp it. She would make him gargle it. She would push his face down in it. He could see it happening. And with a mixture of sadness and helpless joy, he both loved and hated her at once.

When she had finished clearing her innards of backed up cock-crud, she painted the already unrecognizable meal with several fat spurts of “normal” cum. The volume on his plate was double what it had been, but he knew he was going to finish this particular meal. To resist would bring about dire consequences. Eyes watering, he had lowered his head, like a servile dog, and began to lap at the thick pools of her ejaculate that lay on top of his food.

The next day, she had produced the leash. He had presented his neck to her without objection, having learned three things. First, the cruelty he had seen from her was just the tip of the iceberg. Second, she was capable of love, as well. And third, he was addicted to both. She could make his lithe little body tremble with fear, and ecstasy, in equal measure.

Now, in the coming encounter his mistress was planning to play her game, and play it hard, with a woman who was no match for her. Using him as bait.

“How far do you think she will let herself go, just to save you a little discomfort?” Lorelai mused, yanking on his collar. “We’re going to find out. I can see it as clear as day. That creaming cow will be begging us to milk her in five minutes. She’ll be wallowing in her own slime in ten. And you’ll wallow with her. You’ll not be spared. But she will punish you unwittingly, unwillingly, believing her own hand less cruel than my own.”

She yanked him again, pulling his face tight against the wet heat of her cunt. He extended his pink, teenage tongue and licked gently at the thick folds of her mound as she continued her diatribe.

There was a click of a latch, and the door opened to allow the last of the three fuck-participants into the room. Mikura. She was wearing a bra and panties, along with lacy stockings and garters. It was the sort of thing that Ashley had often seen his mother wear when she was entertaining a man who liked lingerie. In Mikura’s case, Ashley could scarcely believe that a store existed that might carry sexy underwear that would fit the 29-year-old woman’s uber-busty frame. Mikura’s tits hung low and heavy in the lacy confines of her purple bra, nipples poking out like teapot lids to stretch the fabric. Below their pendulous weight, her waist narrowed to an unbelievable thinness that Ashley guessed was probably close to the measurement of Setsume or Sarah’s waist- and both of those girls were slight, and had tits and hips that were nowhere close to the size of Mikura’s. Below her waist, those hips were evident- great swells of beautiful, flawless flesh. Her ass was a nearly impossible mega-bubble that continued downward through fleshy thighs and then narrowed quickly into dainty, ballerina-like calves and cute little feet. Her neck was likewise swanlike and long, a beautiful contrast to her thick tits and ass, and in keeping with the extreme undulations of her unique frame. Her arms were thin and doll-like.

God broke the mold when he made Mikura. Of all of the women in this place- even counting my goddess, hers is the body I would most like to feel wrapped around me, Ashley thought. He could feel the juices of Lorelai’s pussy clinging to his puffy, girlish lips. He was not wearing the gloss- but they had taken on a more intimate, nasty shine during their service to her dripping gash.

Mikura reached a hand behind her head, looking quite cute as she shyly rubbed the back of her neck with unmistakable nervousness. Her dark blue eyes were wide with worried explanation. “Oh dear!” she said. “Did you get started without me? I’m so sorry- it took me a while to change, and then I slipped, and-“

“Hush now,” Lorelai said, cutting her off with the authoritative voice that had frozen Ashley on so many occasions. The ice-blonde was already totally naked. “On the contrary, you’re just in time.”

Mikura looked with some skepticism at the scene on the couch opposite her. She wiggled her toes nervously on the plush carpet as she tried to find words to equivocate what she was feeling.

“Mister Ashley, are you ok?” was what came out. To Mikura’s ears, it sounded weak and foolish. But it was the question her heart had wanted to ask, and she had been taught a long time ago to always ask that question, and sooner rather than later.

“You don’t ask him anything,” admonished Lorelai. “And his well-being depends entirely upon you.”

Mikura clasped her hands together over her chest. “Don’t you hurt him!”

Lorelai yanked Ashley’s leash roughly, moving his head to the side of the couch and making him produce a choking sound. He gazed up at her with reddening eyes. He understood the game- but that had still hurt. Mikura gasped at her harsh treatment. And Ashley saw in Lorelai’s eyes a dawning revelation regarding the ease with which Mikura could be manipulated. Like his sister before him, he did not feel very good about that manipulation. Wanted to rise against it…but…

Anger his goddess? Destroy the very sun that brought the light to each day? Madness. Might as well ask him to reach above the universe and pluck heaven from the sky, bidding it lower itself to admit him. Might as well do anything most impossible. He could only be silent.

I’m sorry, Miss Mikura, he thought. I’m not strong enough. And the guilt of it made him feel both pain and pleasure.

“They warned me about you!” Mikura replied. “I promised myself I wouldn’t participate if you…you…hurt him! Or make me hurt him.”

Lorelai laughed. “Then walk out. Let me do what I want with him. Go ahead. Just listen at the wall, if you want. You’ll be able to hear him screaming.”

Mikura clicked her tongue. She seemed torn. Her hands were wringing between her breasts. Ashley wanted to speak up, wanted to tell her it was all just a terrible game- but he couldn’t. Couldn’t anger the sky. Couldn’t walk against the very rotation of his world.

“You’re fooling me,” Mikura said, after a moment. He voice was hesitant, a softball for Lorelai to hit out of the park. “You’re not really hurting him. This is just a game you play.”

Ashley felt some relief. She was figuring it out. Good for you, he thought. Stand up to her. If she sees she can’t fool you with a game, maybe she’ll get tired of this and we can all have some fun together.

His thoughts were stopped dead, though, when Lorelai sent the back of her hand flying against the side of his face with incredible force, knocking him sideways. He saw stars, and heard Mikura shriek as his body crumpled over by the bed, dragging the leash with it.

“You’re right, it must be just a game!” Lorelai said, voice loud and threatening. She tugged Ashley’s leash as hard as she could, dragging him back upward, and then kicked him in the sternum, doubling him over. His breath exploded out of him in a pain-filled haze. He felt her grab his blue hair with one powerful, long-fingered hand. He braced himself for another blow.

No. She’s realized she can’t manipulate her with a fake display of cruelty, he thought. She has decided to use a real one. God help me.

Before the next blow could fall, though, Mikura had run across the room. She placed herself between he and Lorelai, dislodging her hand from his hair, and looked back over her shoulder. Ashley could feel the warmth of her bountiful body pressing against him.

“Stop it!” Mikura yelled, shielding him, hugging him close.

“Or what?” Lorelai replied. “What are you going to do, huh? Just what the FUCK are you going to do?!” The blonde dickgirl crossed her arms. “You can kneel there all day if you want. It’s not going to change anything.”

Lorelai’s voice became cold. Her big tits were bulging just behind her crossed arms as she stood, majestically naked, before Mikura. “Every second you don’t give me what I want, you’re hurting him. You may not even realize it. By disobeying me, you are causing him pain, to be inflicted later. He’s my little angel. He will never leave my side. And tonight, when we’re alone, I will take payment for your misplaced chivalry out of his tight little asshole.”

The ice-blonde knelt down and used one hand to spread her labia. Mikura watched with wide eyes as Lorelai’s pussy lips parted slightly, and her fat cock began to slide outward, glistening with the juices of her love canal. It seemed endless- coiling mindlessly outward like some sort of monster worm, pink and slick, causing lubrication to wash in rivulets down between Lorelai’s long, sexy legs as she squatted as if taking a piss. It achieved its full length slowly, stretching Lorelai’s pussy wide at the base of it, 24 inches of wide, twitching dickgirl cock.

“The best part,” Lorelai continued, “is that he will accept his punishment, and beg for it.” She ran a finger down the length of her dick. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Can you imagine what this will do to him? His cute little ass is so tight!”

“No,” said Mikura softly, eyes pained. Her face was the face of a woman bewildered at a situation spiraling out of control. “No.”

“I’ll make him bleed.”

“No!”

“He’ll love me for it.”

At last, Mikura turned toward Lorelai, still keeping herself between the dickgirl and Ashley. The boy had his thin, graceful body leaned up against the wall, choker still wrapped around his neck, legs extended flat on the ground. Breathing quickly, wincing with pain.

“Why are you doing this?” asked the older woman, eyes sad.

“That’s the wrong question,” replied Lorelai.

Mikura’s face turned to desperate thought. Quickly, she asked “What do you want?”

Lorelai rose to her feet, letting her cock stand perpendicular to her busty body. “For you to be my whore,” she replied, simply. “The price of innocence and dignity is high. To save his, you have to give up your own. Totally.”

Mikura hesitated. Her eyes were wide, worried. She seemed to regard Lorelai with disbelief, as if she were regarding something not human, a creature with motives devoid of human empathy and goodness. Her mouth opened…then closed again. Opened. Closed again. No sound came out.

“I’m getting impatient,” Lorelai said, before barking “and your silence is killing him!”

“Ok!” Mikura gasped, clasping her hands together over her chest, closing her eyes with resolve, as if she had just agreed to take forty lashes with a whip. “Ok. Just don’t hurt him. You keep your promise. You take care of him. Make sure he’s not hurting any longer.”

Ashley’s heart was torn. When Mikura had agreed to Lorelai’s demands, he felt sadness mixed with dark arousal. The part of him that wanted this to happen was deep inside, somewhere. If he could have reached within himself to pull it out and cast it away, he would have. But he couldn’t. She had hurt him, beaten him out of necessity. Had used him as a bargaining chip. And despite all that, he could not stand against her.

“Oh, by all means,” Lorelai said. “He’ll want for nothing. This is all for his benefit, you know. A lesson in human sexual behaviour.”

Mikura still had her eyes closed, refusing to look at Lorelai’s face. Unseen by Lorelai, she reached one hand behind her, and gave Ashley’s ankle a light squeeze. In that touch, she was able to convey what she could not say in words.

Its alright, honey. It will be alright.

It had always been that way for her. Her vocabulary was not rooted in language, but in touch. In tactile matters, Mikura was nothing less than a poet. And this verse, Ashley found to his liking. He found hope in it. Hope that so-called “normal” things were not so hopeless after all.

Lorelai looked down at the 29-year-old woman kneeling before her, an image bordered on one side by the fat flesh of the slime-coated fuck spike that had emerged from her womb. Her mouth became a sadistic grin. “I want to hear you say it,” Lorelai said. “Say, ‘Lorelai, I’m a whore’.”

Mikura only bowed her head lower. Lorelai’s eyed flash again.

“SAY IT!” she roared.

“I- Lorelai, I- I’m a whore,” Mikura stuttered. Her voice was filled with anguish.

“Say ‘I’m a stupid, meddling bitch who should learn to shut her mouth’.”

Again, Mikura was silent- only seeming to stare at the floor through closed eyelids. Lorelai dropped to her knees again, putting her pretty lips just inches from Mikura’s ear.

“I’m starting to doubt your commitment, whore,” whispered the blonde, gesturing toward Ashley, who was still crumpled against the wall. A welt was rising on one of his delicate cheekbones. “Every second you don’t answer, you’re as good as raping this little slut angel’s girly asshole. I’m going to leave him leaking because of you. Is that what you want?”

“I’m…I’m a stupid, meddling bitch. Who should learn to shut her mouth,” Mikura said. Each word seemed to tear at her. Ashley’s heart continued to ache. But at the same time, his cock was rock hard. Again, using her own body to hide the action, Mikura reached back to squeeze his ankle with one reassuring hand.

“Say ‘Lorelai, I want you to cum on my face with your big cock, because I’m a fat sow, and a slime-dripping freak!’.”

Mikura shook her head, uncomprehendingly. “Lorelai, I want you to cum- oh, I’m sorry. I can’t, please- I’m sorry. I’m not good with words!”

“YOU STUPID BITCH!” Lorelai yelled, screaming in Mikura’s face. It was enough to make even Ashley recoil against the wall. “If you’re too fucking retarded to remember even one sentence, you’re not much good to me!”

Mikura covered her face and looked down at the floor. Her voice was a moan. “They get all jumbled in my head- I never use those words- I’d never say those things! Please, don’t make me!”

Lorelai was relentless. “If you can’t repeat what I say, then you can at least agree, right?”

Mikura did not speak.

“RIGHT?” Lorelai yelled. Again, Ashley cringed.

“Yes…yes, I will. I can,” said Mikura, through her own hands.

“Then just say ‘Yes!’ after whatever I say, slave.” Lorelai rose to her full height again. Her cock was fully erect and jutting upward between her perfect, bouncing tits.

“You’re a stupid slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” said Mikura.

“Those giant balloons you have on your chest are your udders, aren’t they? Because you’re a cow.”

“Yes,” said Mikura.

“Your slimy cunt is the nastiest, most disgraceful cum-hole on the face of the earth, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I WANT YOU TO YELL IT, YOU WHORE!”

“YES!” yelled Mikura, helplessly. Her eyes were still downcast, her face covered.

“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

“YES!”

“You want to drink my sperm, don’t you?”

”YES!”

“What a slut,” said Lorelai, disdainfully. “Look at how shamefully you’re acting in front of this 13-year-old boy! It’s making me hot. I can feel my nipples standing up. I can feel the wetness inside me. And I’ve got a lot of cum backed up in there. Three days worth. I was saving it for my little angel, but I think I’ll give it to you. A gift for your face. Come on, slave. Use those fuck udders of yours to get me off.”

Ashley could sense that Mikura was almost obscenely relieved to move from verbal abuse to something more physical. She moved quickly to unfasten her bra, and Ashley saw her thin arms bend behind her back to work the clasp. The desperation with which she did so made him send out another mental message that was half thanks, half warning.

Yes, seem eager, he thought. Make it good for her. That’s what she wants. Of course, even as he said it to himself, he knew it wasn’t true. That wasn’t what Lorelai wanted. He knew what she wanted. Tears. Shame. The breaking of barriers within the mind. Orgasms built on a spire of pain.

Mikura succeeded in removing her bra quickly, tossing aside the purple-cupped behemoth, and her tits fell free in a wonderful avalanche of sexy chestmeat. Her eyes seemed to widen as, for the first time, she contemplated the monster she-dick that was waving in front of her chest. Mikura knee-walked forward, using two hands to push her massive tits together around Lorelai’s shaft. Using the greasy lubrication of Lorelai’s own pussy to work things along, she hefted her funbags up and down the blonde’s jutting cock, trapping it in a tight, breast-fueled pseudo vagina. Mikura, as was often the case when any pressure was put on her tits, gasped as tiny trickles of translucent milk burbled from the ducts in her fat, rubbery nibbles.

“Oooh, look at your udders, they’re leaking!” hissed Lorelai, enjoying the feeling of the supersized titfuck that was going on- a 24-inch she-cock sliding between Mikura’s giant, motherly jugs. “How shameful!” Her meat continued to slide wetly between two walls of hot titflesh. The head emerging from the top would extend all the way up to Mikura’s mouth to take gentle licks from her long, pointed tongue. The point of the tongue disappeared into the Lorelai’s piss slit, and immediately emerged coated with thick whiteness. A glue-like strand of sperm connected Mikura’s mouth to the head of Lorelai’s dick. It bulged taut to slack like an accordion, never breaking, as the older woman continued to rub herself up and down on the long, fleshy shaft in front of her. Hesitantly, feeling the hardness of his cock against his thin, tanned midsection, Ashley crawled from his spot on the wall to gain a side view of the action.

What he saw was almost impossibly sexy. Lorelai’s woman-cock was so large it was almost impossible to accommodate in any “normal” titfuck- but these were no ordinary tits. Mikura was able to pile the bountiful flesh of her chest around the thrusting erection of her dominating partner, forming a slick, wet channel for the erection that was pummeling her chest. The passage through was made slick by the clinging, foaming juices that had coated Lorelai’s dick as it had birthed, like a sun-seeking snake, from her teenage womb. With each press of her tits, and Lorelai’s returning thrust, rivulets of milk-like fluid spurted wetly from each of the older woman’s nipples, leaking down the front of her chest to stain her purple stockings.

“Do you need to be milked, you ugly old cow? Go ahead- make my cock wet with your milk!” Lorelai’s hands went to her own perfect tits, round and sexy, with big, beautiful pink nipples- the tits of a starlet on a 17-year-old dickgirl. She pinched herself, clearly enjoying the sensation. Softly, she tugged her tits outward, pulling them into cone shapes. As Mikura moved backward slightly, aiming her huge nipples at Lorelai’s giant fuck spike, the younger girl continued to heap the abuse on her reluctant partner.

“See these?” she said, smiling cruelly while massaging her perfect breasts. “These are what real tits look like. Use those disgusting milkbags of yours for something useful, slave. Make my cock wet enough to fuck you!”

Ashley watched with amazement as Mikura squeezed her huge tits hard, crushing them in two hands. Her eyes narrowed with pain as twin jets of thick tit-goo geysered from her tits, splattering Lorelai’s erection- the streams flattened into splashes as they impacted Lorelai’s shaft just under the head, spiraling down her length in a flow of thick whiteness. Mikura uttered a gasp of pain as her breast fluid was forced from her sensitive milk ducts. The blast had barely subsided when Lorelai forced her milk-soaked, 24-inch flesh tube back against Mikura’s chest and began to fuck desperately at the furrow there, pummeling her cockhead up through the space between those huge tits until it reached Mikura’s pretty mouth, mashing her lips against her teeth.

“Yeah!” Lorelai said, treating Ashley and the surveillance team to the amazing sight of her butt flexing and bending as she power-fucked her milk-dripping cock between Mikura’s tits. “Use your mouth on me, cow!” Lorelai could not do full thrusts, and had to bend over slightly (Mikura was still on her knees) but it was a majestic sight nonetheless, especially since she was working her perfect, sweat-glistening body in order to facilitate the jackhammering of her monsterous fuckpole. Quickly, Lorelai pressed two hands into Mikura’s hair, one on each side of her head, and clamped down.

Mikura opened her mouth, and allowed the rutting cockhead of her blonde, teenage slave-master to pound into the hollow of her cheek, pushing it outward obscenely with each upward thrust. Her eyes were shut as she presented her tits and face to receive Lorelai’s nasty fucking. Ashley could not help but admire the resolve she was showing. The shame he felt at failing to speak in her defense was buried, though, beneath the feeling of fuck lust he felt at seeing his goddess’ lengthy erection penetrating Mikura’s mouth, distending the older woman’s cheek. Lorelai began to yank Mikura forward by her brown hair, power-fucking harder between her jiggling, milk-dripping fuck udders. Ashley began to really hear the throaty, gurgling sounds of sloppy oral sex as they blurted from Mikura’s violated face.

GLMPH! GRMPH! GLGH!

Every time Lorelai’s fast-thrusting thickness emerged from Mikura’s wet mouth, it stayed connected by strands of saliva. The blonde had become a platinum fuck-machine, pistoning in and out of the fleshy canal formed by Mikura’s milk-leaking breasts, drilling into the older woman like the whole of her upper body was a giant pussy. Lorelai’s cock was a white-streaked, sticky monster- stained with Mikura’s spewing tit-fluids and the leftover vaginal lubrication of Lorelai’s own pussy. Ashley could see a white haze of droplets flying off the shaft with each upward movement. His hand dropped to his six inches of hairless, golden boycock. Ignoring the pain in his head and sternum, he began to pleasure himself, eyes watering with shame.

“Look at what you’re whoring yourself for!” grunted Lorelai, lungs gasping with the exertion of her fucking. “He’s jerking off watching you!” Her words were hurtful to Ashley- but Mikura began to suck earnestly on Lorelai’s cock, causing the platinum blonde to throw her head back in ecstasy. While Lorelai was distracted, the huge-titted brunette grasped Ashley’s ankle and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Ashley’s feelings of pain and shame began to abate. She wasn’t mad at him. Somehow, she understood what was going through his head. His lack of choices. If he hadn’t been sure that Lorelai would punish him severely for it, he would have hugged her.

The titfuck had turned into a combination titfuck and facefuck. Mikura had turned her mouth directly into the path of Lorelai’s rising she-prong, darting her head down upon it every time the pink, sperm-leaking glans emerged from the valley of her tits. Lorelai was feeling good enough that she had even stopped her previously continuous avalanche of scornful talk. After half a minute more of sliding herself along Mikura’s chest, she pushed the kneeling woman back slightly, using two handfuls of hair to direct her head.

“Hold out one of those fat breasts, you cow!” she gasped, still breathing hard. “I’m going to stab my cock into the flesh of your big tits!”

Mikura obliged, using two long-fingered hands to form a platform for her flesh left breast, holding it up. The bulging pinkness of her rubbery nipple, still leaking milk, seemed to point at Lorelai like a pillbox turrent. Mikura’s mouth was ringed with precum and saliva, and the furrow between her tits was a slip-slide of milk and lubrication. Ashley was happy to see, though, that her eyes were no longer downcast.

Flexing the muscles of her amazing ass, Lorelai used one hand to guide her cock downward, pointing the moist head at Mikura’s protruding nipple. Her prick helmet pressed roughly into the nipple, driving it down into the flesh of Mikura’s tit, pulling the surrounding skin down with it. Nearly the entire head of Lorelai’s prick disappeared into this strange breast inversion, and Mikura gasped in ecstasy. A wet gurgle of milk poured out from around Lorelai’s flesh-jammed cockhead as she plowed Mikura’s massive nipple down into the pillowy bulge of the woman’s own flesh. Lorelai thrust forward harder, and again a splash of milk emerged from around the edges of her cockhead. Both women gasped and appeared to be nearing orgasm. Ashley could only kneel, jerking his own smooth cock, as he watched the amazing spectacle of a 17-year-old dickgirl stabbing her huge prick into the bulbous tit of her unwilling slave.

Sweat was flying off of both women as the physical exertion of their activities began to take its toll. Lorelai’s hair, normally nearly white, had started to take on a deeper blonde cast as her perspiration gathered in it. A droplet of it fell off of her thin nose, dropping down on the debauchery below, as she continued to jab her cock into the warm, pillowy flesh of Mikura’s breast, feeling the nipple collapse under her cockhead and rub roughly against her piss slit. All the while, her short jabs were lubricated by the bubbly bursts of milk that would periodically splash out from around her questing dick. Abruptly, Mikura reached out to grab Lorelai's cock, her hand unable to get all the way around the girth of it. Straining, she pushed the head outward from her breast, allowing the giant flesh bulge to return to it’s normal shape, and then clutched fiercely at the protruding nipple, jamming the pink, lipstick-like nub forward to penetrate Lorelai’s wide, cum-choked pisshole even as the milk duct erupted with another maternal rocket of thick whiteness.

Oh my god, thought Ashley, jerking furiously at his rock-hard cock. She’s nipple-fucking her pisshole!

“Aaaaaaaaaaugh!” Lorelai said again, throwing her head back, but not releasing her vice-grip on Mikura’s hair. Mikura began to pound her long, hard nipple nub into the stretched mouth of Lorelai’s big cum-pipe. Using tiny, miniature strokes, she vibrated the head with her penetration, gasping desperately for breath, adding her cries of near-orgasm to the symphony of heavy-breathing and slapping flesh that was filling the room. A normal cock would never have been able to contain the rubbery girth of Mikura’s tit bump, but Lorelai’s monster dick, at 24 fat inches, was sufficiently large to make the perverse urethral insertion possible. Ashley saw the underside of Lorelai’s cock twitch slightly, and knew that Mikura was erupting with milk straight into his goddess’ massive dick, spraying inside the blonde even as she furiously nipple-fucked her, and could barely stop himself from sperming all over his flat, supple midsection at the mere thought of the nastiness- of thick Mikura-milk sliding down the inside of Lorelai’s fuck tube, mixing with the nasty, thick sperm inside, forming a cocktail of female fluids that would soon erupt outward.

Lorelai’s muscles seemed to lock up. Her eyes began to twitch in their sockets, staring blindly outward, two gleaming indigo pools that seemed bottomless, like drops of sky-blue paint dancing on a hot skillet.

She can feel it, Ashley thought. She can feel it happening inside of her. My goddess is going to cum!

It was a cumshot for the ages. Lorelai gasped with pleasure, unable to articulate in words, cruel or otherwise, the sensations she was feeling. She could only paw at Mikura’s head, using the older woman’s hair to drag her face into the path of the flood to come. Using desperate hands, Lorelai pushed the brunette slightly backward, dislodging her nipple from it’s penetration of her cock, and then lowered one hand to guide the head, aiming it at the MIkura’s face. Ashley could see Mikura open her eyes present her face using body language that was unmistakable- a pose of acceptance and submission. The willing, resigned pose of a canvas waiting to be painted.

As Lorelai cried out, a wet arc of white, bubbling milk shot from the tip of her cock, splashing Mikura’s face with the fluid she herself had injected into the boiling pipe of Lorelai’s massive penis. It crashed down on the older woman’s face like someone pouring on their morning corn flakes, but only lasted a moment. Lorelai shuddered, and Ashley saw her dig her sharp nails slightly into the flesh of her cock, driving herself wild with orgasmic pleasure. He knew she could feel the relentless tunneling of thick sperm as it traveled her length, rushing toward the open air.

This is it, Ashley thought. Here it comes.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaugh!” Lorelai gasped, and then a volley of nasty, off-white cum burst from her cock with a wet blurting sound, plastering over Mikura’s mouth and nose in an unspeakable mask, coiling upon them, sealing them underneath a layer of glue-thick ejaculate. Mikura’s eyes burst open with surprise, such was the volume and texture of the load, the heavy, virile thickness of it- and it was only just beginning! The next stream didn’t so much shoot as ooze from Lorelai’s cockhole, like the jet of cream that might result from someone forcefully crushing the filling out of a jelly donut. It splattered down over Mikura’s left eye (which she barely got closed in time) and then continued down her cheek, marking it with a raised streak of gelatinous, DNA-laden fuckpaint. The air was thick with the smell of sperm.

I can actually hear it spurting out of her cock, Ashley marveled. Even as he jerked his (small by comparison) dick, he could not look away from the unfolding cumshot. Mikura’s face was already half buried in opaque, yellowish-white sludge, and it did not lay flat against her face, but piled up upon it in lines and swirls. A third spurt splashed from Lorelai’s dick, and her pisshole split open to issue forth another gloopy, snaking spermrope, lumpy and fat, this time over Mikura’s right eye, finishing the jizz-burial of the older woman’s pretty face, sealing her eyes, nose, and mouth in a coffin of glue-like dickgirl cum. As Mikura tried to gasp for breath, translucent bubbles appeared over the spot where her buried mouth lay, pushing the cum-layer upward in round domes of trapped air.

A fourth syrupy spurt blasted from Lorelai’s dick, sending a splattery pile of backed-up, nasty cum directly into Mikura’s forehead, where it began to settle quickly. Ashley could see the way that globs and shadowy, hidden thicknesses danced in the fluid as it spread from the force of impact, sliding over Mikura’s thin, perfect eyebrows to join the cum plastering her eyes. A splash of the spurt had enough force to spray upward against the top of the brunette’s hairline, clinging wetly to the first strands of her sweat-tinged hair. The sound of it was unspeakable- each spurt was thick, fluidic gurgling sound of a prankster playing with a mouthful of slimy spit.

Mikura’s face was a mask of dickgirl cock juice- a frosted cake of thick, nasty, pipe-clogging jizz. There was nowhere clean for Lorelai’s fat, finishing spurt to land, and so it crashed directly into the obliterated features of the formerly beautiful older woman, splashing with unspeakable wetness into the space over her cum-soaked lips, piling up in a frothy, bubbling lump. So thick and sticky was the issue of Lorelai’s cock, her cum-rope did not even disconnect from her pisshole once it had fired. It stayed in a frozen, slimy bridge, connecting the end of her massive cock and the unrecognizable sperm-mass that now served as Mikura’s mouth. Lorelai, spent for the moment, stood still as her lungs hitched with straining gasps. Her cock bobbed before Mikura’s face, and still the fat jizz-strand that connected her pisshole to the cum-buried mouth before it did not break.

Ashley looked on, blue eyes wide, storing this unbelievable image like a squirrel putting away nuts for the winter, never wanting to forget the sight of his dickgirl mistress clearing her backed-up pipes onto the face of a 29-year-old sexbomb. His cock was an iron bar against his lithe, tanned abdomen. He was moments from cumming himself. Amazingly, Mikura began to suck at the mass of cum that was piled upon her lips, drawing it down into her mouth like water might run down an unstoppered drain, making wet, nasty slurping noises. As the thick curds of girlsperm were sucked down inside her, the shape of Mikura’s lips began to emerge again, a white-slimed parody of her beauty. Ashley heard Lorelai gasp again, and then couldn’t believe his eyes- Mikura was actually sucking that last, worm-like strand of chunky jizz out of its tunnel. The thickness of Lorelai’s ejaculate was such that the older woman could actually drag an entire strand of it right out of the sperm-choked urethra of the teenage cock queen’s milk-soaked cock!

Ashley watched, too surprised even to jerk his little dick, as Mikura drew the lumpy, coagulated spermrope into her mouth like an oversized spaghetti strand. It was a slow and beautiful process, and Lorelai was jittering with pleasure- not only from the sight of Mikura sucking the cum from her pisshole, but also from the friction of the tacky, uneven jizz against the inside of her mutant dick!

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” gasped Lorelai. “You slut!” After drawing more than six cummy inches of the sperm-worm from Lorelai’s cock, Mikura sucked more fiercely as the strand reached a terminus. All present could hear the wear snap as it broke free of Lorelai’s cocktube and disappeared between Mikura’s lips. Lorelai against brought her hands to Mikura’s hair, grabbing her roughly, turning her face upward.

“Open your mouth, cow!” she said.

Mikura did. Ashley gasped with lust and revulsion. The fat jizz-worm was laying, coiled, on her tongue. It had not collapsed into one sperm puddle, but was so thick that it was retaining shape even in the heat of the woman’s mouth.

“Chew on my sperm!” Lorelai ordered. Mikura did, keeping her mouth open, using big, bubblegum chews. Ashley saw the masticated jizz-rope begin to break apart, clinging to Mikura’s teeth, filling her mouth with a disgusting yellow-whiteness. He could smell the coppery aroma of concentrated dickgirl spew wafting up from her mouth.

“What a disgusting whore you are! You’re chewing on my cum like it was taffy! You filthy cow!” Lorelai shook Mikura’s head slightly, dragging her from side to side. “Gargle!” she continued. “Gargle my cum!”

Mikura did so, opening wide, her eyes and cheeks still plastered in gooey sperm. Gargling the chewed-up spermrope deep in her throat, she turned the back of her pretty, pink mouth into a bottomless froth of bubbles that danced and jumped. Peering over the rim of her slimed-up mouth, Ashley could see thick masses of unchewed sperm burbling fatly below the bubbly surface of the cum-gargle. He was beyond thought. And yet- Mikura could not have been beyond thought- for as Lorelai was distracted by the spectacle before her, the older woman reached out one gentle hand and gripped Ashley’s ankle, squeezing it gently, rubbing a thumb up and down his skin, letting him know it was ok, that she was ok. She drew the hand back just as Lorelai turned to Ashley.

“You look lonely, slut angel. I think you deserve a reward for being such an obedient little boy. As a token of my appreciation, I’ll let you fuck this whore’s mouth.”

Ashley looked at his mistress hesitantly. Gasping with exertion, Lorelai grabbed Mikura more tightly by the hair, and began to drag her over to the nearby wall. The boy could only wince as he saw the taut stretch of Mikura’s hair against her scalp, and imagined the pain she must feel at allowing herself to be dragged about. He heard a squeak escape the older woman’s mouth, and winced. But when she tugged on his leash, he did not hesitate to move to her side.

Mikura was leaning against the wall, eyes shut, face covered in cum, head hanging slightly downward. Her chest was rising and falling beneath the pillowy softness of her gigantic tits, and the bulbous flesh of her ass and thighs was pressed against the floor. Her purple panties were soaked through with lubrication, and had started to disappear into the fleshy lips of her cunt. She still had her mouth open. It was filled with thick sperm. Ashley stepped over her legs and lowered the waistband of his sweat-soaked briefs, allowing his cock to emerge once again, poising the tip at the entrance to Mikura’s mouth. He looked back at Lorelai.

“If her head is against the wall, I-“ he began, but the blonde dickgirl cut him off at once.

“Who gives a shit? Bang her fucking head off the wall. She’s my whore, and since I’ve given her to you, in this moment, that makes her your whore.” While Lorelai’s attention was on him, he felt the hand encircle his ankle again, a hidden gesture of acceptance and consent. His heart seemed to melt a little. It was ok. Even this was ok. Miss Mikura wasn’t afraid.

He looked at the mouth he was to penetrate with his hairless, tanned, six inch cock. Strands of thick cum were stretched from top lip to bottom like jail cell bars. In the depths, a lumpy load of cum was swirling.

“Take your underwear off,” Lorelai commanded. “I want to see your little girlie ass flexing while you rape her face!” Ashley did so, long legs rising up and down as he stepped through the legs holes of his tight undergarment, laying the glorious nakedness of his flawless, golden-skinned, asexual body bare to the world. His cock slapped jauntily against his flat belly. The small, compact bubble of his butt wiggled cutely, showing the muscles working beneath. Again, he stood before Mikura’s face, and then he took a breath and moved his pelvis forward, breaking the head of his dick through the crisscross strands of slime stretched over her lips, and plowing it deep into the warmth of her mouth. He felt the cumload she was holding wash over the head of his prick. It was warm and thick.

There was a click as Lorelai disconnected the strap of his leash, leaving just the crucifix collar. Giving him free reign. Then, the facefucking started in earnest.

Under Lorelai’s direction, he put two hands into the sweaty nest of Mikura’s normally luxurious brown hair, anchoring himself as he pounded away at her hot mouth, pistoning his hips. He felt a spread of wetness on his pelvis, above his dick, and looked down to see that the massive mask of cum on Mikura’s face had connected to his body, leaving a wet circle of whiteness there, with strands connecting his abdominal area to her face, stretching in and out with elastic bounce as he moved rapidly from having only the tip of his cock in her mouth, to being pressed fully against her wet face, balls on her chin, her nose poking into his midsection just above his cock. The sounds of his mouth-rape filled the room.

“GLURK!” BANG!

“GLMPH!” BANG!

“GMMMMMF!” BANG!

The banging sound was the sharp knock of Mikura’s head against the wall and he thrust into her face. Ashley (and others, Setsume for one) had noticed that certain walls of the compound were rough cement, while others were more conventional drywall. This particular was one of the drywall ones, and had a hollow sort of give to it. Ashley was thankful this wall was of the latter type- but the bang of Mikura’s head rattling off the wall was still unsettling. In any case, it was too late to stop. He was balls-deep in the throat of a woman 16 years his senior, thrusting into a face glazed with lumpy dickgirl cum, and under the watchful eye of his goddess, letting up was not an option. Ashley had been close to orgasm before, just watching Lorelai cum on Mikura’s face. Now that he was part of the action, he felt himself begin to slide toward an ecstatic release almost at once. He yelped as Lorelai brought a palm down on the taut cheek of his tight ass.

“Fuck that whore’s face!” she hissed. Helpless to disobey her, he began to thrust faster, jamming his boycock into Mikura’s mouth with all the power of his thin, angular teenage body. He could feel Mikura’s cum-soaked nose bouncing off of his belly, and the back of her head knocking against the wall. Strands of cum were still connecting her face and his midsection as he pounded away at her. He could see her tits jiggling with each impact, could hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the choking, throaty sounds of his cock plunging into the back of her mouth. Lorelai was in his ear, egging him on, telling him to violate the slut who had sold her body out to protect him, telling him Mikura was an ugly cow, a whore, a dumb and useless bitch. The blonde dropped to her knees, putting her smiling, oh-so-beautiful face just inches from the spectacle of Ashley’s penetration. She whispered in Mikura’s ear.

“How does it feel to give up your body so completely, cow? Look at you! You’re nothing more than a hole to be used by a 13-year-old boy. When you look yourself in the mirror every day after today, when you put your lipstick on, when you kiss someone goodnight, you remember that today, you gave up the last shred of dignity you had, just because you couldn’t handle someone else’s pain. Couldn’t handle your own pain. Why don’t you cry, you cow? Cry for me. Cum for me. Do both at the same time! Put those hands in your dripping cunt. You should be fucking ashamed of yourself. You should be ashamed, fucking yourself.”

Ashley continued to thrust as Lorelai talked, listening to the scathing diatribe. He was on the edge- but it wasn’t Lorelai’s nasty words that made him cum, nor precisely the sexy liquidity of Mikura’s mouth and throat. It was the hand at his ankle. Clutching him gently, stroking him with one thumb, all-unknown to his mistress. The hand telling him that it was alright. As Lorelai finished her final sentence, the hand moved gently to his thigh, and he felt Mikura’s other hand wrap around the taut firmless of his left asscheek, pulling him forward, burying him deeper inside her face.

“GLMPH!” *BANG!*

One final, to-the-hilt thrust. One final, head-jarring knock against the wall.

“Oh god!” he yelled, and felt walm spurts of pure cum begin to erupt from his cock, spraying down Mikura’s throat. And her hands cradled him. One on his thigh. One on his ass. Hugged him. Under the guise of passion, she was hugging him tight, letting him know it was ok, even as he pumped a load of juvenile seed directly into her stomach. Ashley could feel his sperm-slick midsection sliding greasily against Mikura’s face as he came- the uber-busty brunette’s pretty features were still caked with Lorelai’s cum. The blonde dickgirl, still kneeling to watch the spectacle, cackled with delight at the depravity of the scene. To her eyes, Mikura’s bare-bones hug (just two hands, really) had not been a hug at all, but a desperate clutch, a passion-fueled fondling of a 13-year-old’s ass for the purpose of driving his hairless, throbbing boycock deeper into her hungry mouth.

She was wrong, though. I can tell, thought Ashley, shuddering with orgasm. Her touch tells me everything. With my goddess listening, her hands speak what her mouth cannot.

Lorelai was not one for such subtleties. “What a hentai slut you are!” she said to Mikura, using a tone of voice usually reserved for scientists observing some specimen that is, by it’s unique and disgusting nature, an amazing find. “Giving your mouth up to be penetrated by a 13-year-old boy!”

Then, she whacked Ashley’s tight behind, causing him to yelp with surprise. “I know I said I wouldn’t hurt him- and I plan to keep my promise, whore, as long as you keep yours.” She turned to Ashley. “Take your cute little cock out of her mouth, angel- I want her to understand every word I say.”

Ashley did so. As before, long strands of Lorelai’s glue-like sperm connected his tanned midsection and Mikura’s face. The heat of their bodies had done little to make it lose cohesion. Mikura’s eyes were still closed, the lids slimy with off-white cockjuice.

“Open your eyes, cow.”

Mikura did so. It was like watching two deep blue flowers suddenly bloom in a field of white and yellow daisies. Her long eyelashes were flecked with cum. Lorelai reached a hand out and gathered the chunky sperm on the right side of Mikura’s face, filling her palm with it. Not breaking eye contact, she plunged the hand down inside the purple fabric of Mikura’s panties, rubbing the gooey mass into the fleshy lips of her puffy cunt.

“Oooh, you’re wet down here!” Lorelai hissed. “You slick little tramp- creaming yourself while you take the punishment meant for an angel!” Her words were meant to invoke feelings of guilt, to shame her for enjoying the cruelty she was being shown. But Ashley thought the fact that Mikura was wet wasn’t especially significant. From what he had been able to tell in his time with the Project, the woman was constantly wet with lubrication. He himself had slipped in one of the cum-puddles Mikura was constantly leaving behind. As absurd as it was (and as embarrassing as it had been at the time), he found himself almost laughing at the thought of it. Of course, he dared not make a sound. Not while his goddess was moving forward with her gameplan of humiliation and pleasure.

“I will keep my promise- *I* will not punish my little angel. However, he still must be punished. For a steady diet of punishment is what keeps flightless little angels like him in line, even as orgasm threatens to lift their tiny toes off of the ground. I don’t expect your stupid, witless cow’s mind to understand this. Just know. He must be punished. And if you’ll not use your hand, I’ll use mine.”

Mikura’s eyes widened. Ashley saw the widening with clarity- as if things were moving in slow motion. His heart sank. Mikura had seemed to be resisting Lorelai’s cruel intentions like a boxer swaying out of the way of haymaker punches- keeping her sanity intact. Against a normal adversary, it would have been enough to make it through. But his goddess was no mere mortal. She was a sexual predator of peerless skill. Like a sadistic nurse aiming a needle to inflict maximum pain, she had struck at a place that Ashley was sure Mikura had no defense. To a woman of relentless kindness such as her, inflicting pain, especially upon a teenage boy, would be ten times worse than receiving it. It took only a second for these thoughts to register, and in that time, he heard breath hitch in Mikura’s chest.

“Trust me, cow. You don’t want to see me use my hand on him.” Lorelai raised her huge cock up, sliding the end against one of Mikura’s milk-leaking tits. They had drooled out twin rivulets of whiteness in the time that Ashley had been facefucking her- and Lorelai seemed to take delight in sliding her cockhead around in the wetness. “And you definitely don’t want me to use this on him.”

The blonde leaned further in.

“I’d break him in half,” she whispered, indigo eyes sparkling. Her voice was Gabriel “I’d rip his little ass apart.” Lorelai moved her lips closer to Mikura, brushing them against the older woman’s cheek. Her voice was a seething hiss. “You can listen to him scream!”

Mikura closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her ears. “Ok!” she groaned, desperately. “I’ll do it! Just…please- stop saying those things!”

No, don’t let her know you hate it, Ashley thought. Don’t let her know it hurts you. Though his young mind didn’t have the words to capture what such a reaction might mean, he knew instinctively that it would be like Mikura rolling over to present her long, beautiful neck to a hungry wolf. Again, he felt the beginning of the end. In just a few minutes, Mikura would be crying, defeated, her mind whirling with images of how she had given up her body- and Lorelai would see to it that Mikura would cum long and hard even as the tears were coming down, not despite her pain, but because of it.

“YOU DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO STOP ANYTHING!” Lorelai roared, surprising the other two occupants of the room into twin stereo squeaks. “I knew you were a whore, and I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t think for a moment that you were this stupid, to misunderstand your place to this extent!” Lorelai rose to her feet.

“You ugly, fat, stupid heifer!” she continued. “I’m going to hurt him for your stupidity!” Again, Mikura shifted her body to stand between Lorelai and Ashley.

“No, don’t!” said the older woman. Half her face was still coated with thick cum. Her blue eyes were pleading. “It was my fault!”

“Oh, really? Because you’re a dumb cunt, right?”

“Yes!”

“What a pathetic, sperm-guzzling slimeslut you are,” Lorelai said, voice dripping with disdain. “I want you to say ‘I like 13-year-old boys to fuck my face’”.

Mikura groaned, casting her eyes downward. Ashley looked at her sadly. He had no choices. To speak up, to try to stop the abuse, would bring terrible consequences that he could barely even begin to contemplate. What was worse, he could feel part of him wanting his goddess to succeed, to break the kindly woman’s will, to send her into a crying, orgasmic oblivion where she believed every terrible thing about herself that Lorelai had said to her. This part of him was too deep inside to remove- and his goddess had planted it there, like a seed.

“I…” said Mikura- but she couldn’t continue. Couldn’t say the words. Lorelai stepped forward, as if to grab Ashley by the shoulder. This feint was enough to make Mikura blurt the hateful phrase out.

“I like 13-year-old boys to fuck my face!” yelled the 29-year-old woman, eyes closed, as if to ward off what was coming out of her mouth. Her voice seemed to be wrapped in surrender.

Lorelai laughed cruelly. “Very good, whore! There’s hope for you yet!” She turned to Ashley. “Lie down on the floor, slut angel.”

Ashley did, moving his ballet-worthy, tanned body down to the floor, laying there his belly still smeared with second-hand cum. His cock was hard again- it had become so while he was listening to Lorelai verbally berate Mikura. He hated himself for this- but that shame only made his cock harder. Lorelai turned her attention back to Mikura, making deliberate eye contact for several seconds before unleashing her proclamation.

“Now, whore- you punish him. Punish him by sitting on his face with that sloppy cunt of yours!”

Mikura just stared, mouth opening slightly. She brought her hands together between her jiggling tits in an unconscious gesture of worry. The crotch of her panties was completely soaked through and clinging to the fleshy folds of her sex. Ashley could see the rippling bulge of her cuntmeat through the drenched fabric. There was a pause, and Lorelai again made a threatening step toward Ashley, acting as if she might kick, punch, or step on the prone boy. It was enough to get Mikura moving, skillfully erasing her hesitation. She crawled toward Ashley, busily unsnapping her purple thigh-highs from the garter belt, then removing the belt entirely. She saved her panties for last- and the jiggling of her butt as she tugged them over her knees and past her feet was, from Ashley’s low point of view, a wonderful sight. As she pulled the material over the arches of her feet, dragging first one glorious thigh and then another through the holes, her head came near his ear.

“It’s ok, honey,” she whispered, barely a ghost of a sound. Had she not been right next to him, he would have missed it beneath the rustling of her panty-removal. “You just hold my hand.” Again, Ashley felt his heart relieved of a great burden of guilt. He was not sad to be rid of it. Mikura was still in the fight. She had not given up. Still alive. And then one shapely thigh passed over his head, and she was squatted above him, knees spread. Her wet, blushing cunt was inches above his face. He could feel the heat of it washing over him, like he was near an open oven door. He’d never felt such heat. The sight was almost too much to believe. Thick, fleshy labia formed ridges on each side of a dark pink, molten pussy. Her clit was an unhooded obelisk, seeming to be almost two inches long. Behind this, tucked between the bouncy globes of her assmeat, was a brown, sexy asshole that looked like it could swallow a cock whole and spit out the bone. She brought a hand to her cunt and spread her nether lips open, causing her pussy to form a perfect “butterfly”. Ashley blinked as warm lube splattered down on his face in dime-sized droplets. He extended his little tongue to catch as much of the drizzling cunt-cream as possible, savoring the strong, musky taste and smell. Each drip seemed to sizzle against his youthful skin. With Mikura spreading herself for him, he could see the entrance into her, the lube-slick tunnel of her love canal.

Slowly, softly, she lowered herself onto Ashley’s face, looking out over his body and legs toward Lorelai, who was watching with calm approval, a white-toothed smile below cold, gunslinger eyes. The boy could feel his mouth begin get bathed in heat and warmth. Mikura’s cunt was hotter than any he’d ever experienced.

“That’s it!” goaded the blonde dickgirl. “Cream all over his face! Drown him with that slimy slit between your legs!” Ashley nibbled at Mikura’s cunt, sucking the juices out, chewing on the fleshy labia that were pressed against his mouth. He could feel her lubrication flowing all over him, drenching his face in rivulets and smears that were beyond the amounts he had thought possible. But clearly, Mikura was no ordinary woman. He knew that not just from the supernatural, almost solar hotness of her pussy- but from the fearless hand that was reaching behind her, shielded from sight by her own body, to clutch his own hand in a reassuring grip, letting him know it was all ok.

Lorelai strode forward. “No holding yourself UP!” she hissed, punctuating her last word by kicking at Mikura’s ankle. Mikura emitted a worried squeal as she collapsed, and Ashley gasped one last breath before his mouth and nose were both swallowed up forcefully by the hot pussy that had been poised above him. She had been supporting most of her weight before. Now, it was all on his 13-year-old, angular face, crushing his nose down, pressing his lips flat against his teeth, sliming him with a greasy coating of Mikura Fluid. He couldn’t breath, couldn’t see. Could only lick, tease, bite- experience the full power of the ultimate pussy, the wettest, juiciest, hottest cunt on the planet.

“Hahahaha! Look at how your slutty crotch swallows up his little face! What a filthy whore you are!” Lorelai moved to straddle Ashley as well, grinding her perfect ass down on his dick, pressing it flat against his cum-stained belly. “How do you like my little angel, slave? He’s very obedient. I’ve taught him to use his little girlie mouth. I like it when it’s eating my pussy.” She paused, offering an evil grin. “But I prefer it when it’s choking on my cock.”

Girlcum splashed down the side of Ashley’s neck as he continued to snorkel in a sea of flesh, making unspeakable sucking and gasping noises. Lorelai reached out to coat her hand with that wetness, and applied the cuntlube to her sexy asshole, working one elegant hand between the perfection of her asscheeks. Slowly, agonizingly, she lowered her pink, perfect asshole onto Ashley’s cock. A groan came from the boy’s mouth, mostly muffled by the thick pussy-folds that were burying him.

Lorelai began to bounce up and down on the 13-year-old boy’s 6-inch penis, the sexy buttmeat of her ass jiggling with each impact. Ashley munched relentlessly on Mikura’s pussy, swallowing every drop of wetness she poured into him, chewing her slick cuntflaps, driving his pubescent tongue as deep as he could into her fuck tunnel. There was a problem, though- he couldn’t breathe. He felt himself starting to panic, but controlled that urge with help- from the reassuring hand squeeze of Mikura, still as-yet unseen by his mistress. He squeezed back on her hand, clutching hard- and she lifted herself enough for him to gasp a breath.

“Keep that cunt down on his face!” Lorelai admonished, her cock jutting lewdly in front of her as she drilled her tight, ice-queen asshole down on the meat pole of her favorite boytoy. “Don’t let him breathe! Use that disgusting cow snatch for all it’s worth, and maybe I would rip his ass apart tonight with this fucking cock!” She pressed her tits together around her 24 inches menacingly, giving her own cockhead a sexy lick.

Mikura lowered herself onto Ashley once more. The boy continued to make gurgling, sloppy noises, drinking her non-stop lubrication like the finest nectar. Meanwhile, Lorelai was ripping her tight asshole down on his cock at breakneck speed. His eyes shot open as he felt a solid jet of Mikura’s cunt juice erupt into his mouth. The grip on his hand became stronger, and he returned it. He groaned soundlessly into the heat of her pussy- and felt his cock twitch with his second orgasm. With a virility beyond his years, he shot a generous load of cum directly into Lorelai’s asshole. Sensing the coming orgasm, the blonde dickgirl had jammed herself down on him as hard as she could, letting him spurt deep within her.

When it was over, the blonde did a sexy grind on Ashley’s pelvis before rising, letting his cock come out of her ass with a slurping sound. Walking forward, she placed the bottom of one luxurious foot on Mikura’s chest, and pushed quickly, knocking her lightly backward and to the floor, letting Ashley’s face see the light of day for the first time in minutes. The boy’s indigo hair was plastered to the sides of his head. His skin was totally wet and slick with lubrication. Abruptly, Ashley coughed, and a trickle of bubbly, clear liquid issued from the corner of his mouth. Lorelai was standing directly above him now, leering down at Mikura speculatively.

Bending slightly, the blonde grabbed a handful of Mikura’s brown hair, and the older woman scrambled to a kneeling position to avoid a painful yank. Lorelai’s cock was bobbing about, painfully hard, occasionally striking Mikura’s face and neck. “Open your mouth, whore,” said Lorelai, her voice little more than a hissing murmur. “You’ve been a good slave. You’ve earned a treat.

Mikura did so, opening her mouth wide even as Lorelai began to turn, presenting her perfect ass before Mikura’s face. Lorelai grabbed her cock with two hands as she forced her asscrack backwards and down onto Mikura’s mouth, feeling the touch of a mouth against her pink, recently-fucked asshole. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.

“Ok, you slut. Here it comes. Here it comes for you.” With a grunt, Lorelai arched her back, every muscle standing out devilishly, the curves of her body a vision. With a nasty, liquid bubbling noise, the load of cum that Ashley had just shot into her ass began to slide back out, splattering downward into Mikura’s mouth. Ashley watched the scene unfold from his place on the floor. His face was still slick with the fluid from Mikura’s pussy. The sight of Mikura’s mouth, bracketed by the rounded, sweat-twinkling cheeks of Lorelai’s ass, and the wet sound of his recently-fired sperm bubbling from one orifice to the other, was almost enough to make the boy shoot off again. His mind turned back to Mikura’s hand, and how she had squeezed his, letting her know it was ok- more importantly, letting him know that *she* was ok, that he needn’t feel guilty. As sexy and compelling as the cum-coated analingus was, he couldn’t help but wonder when her humiliation would end. And if she would be “all there” when it did. Still of sound mind.

I understand, he thought, trying to will Lorelai to stop her abuse. I believe. Let her be. I know you want her to break. To beg you to hurt her, to cum while you hurt her. I just don’t think I can watch it. Not with her.

Still, he could not speak, even as the woman in question was eating recycled sperm out of a dickgirl’s asshole, all in defense of him. Lorelai slid off of Mikura’s face, rubbing her asshole all the way down and off the end of the woman’s chin as she did. Ashley saw that she had left a bubbly, white cum smear behind. Mikura’s head was lowered, her eyes shut. Lorelai turned and walked up to her. The dickgirl laid her fat cock on Mikura’s face, letting it rest here, grinning down with an expression of dominance.

“Are you crying?” she hissed. “Are you weeping at the thought of what you’ve become? Are you thinking about how you’ll never be able to escape the memory of how you drank sperm out of the depths of my ass? Little boy sperm? Angel sperm? No matter how many times you brush your teeth, you’ll smell it on your breath. You’ll feel it pouring into your mouth. You’ll wake at night, dreaming about it. You’ll beg me to let you do it again. You’ll beg me to hurt you in every way I can. You’re my whore. Cry for me, tell me it hurts, and I’ll put myself inside you and take away the pain, wash over it with pleasure. I’ll fill up that empty spot you have. A spot love could never fill.”

She grabbed two handfuls of Mikura’s hair, one hand bunched on either side of her long, powerful cock.

“Come on. Cry for me. Then I’ll fuck you and use you as you desire. I’ve given you secrets to hold. Dark things to remember when you rub a pillow between your legs at night. You’re an asshole-licking, boy-sucking whore, all thanks to me. You owe me for your desecration. The price is the key to your filthy cunt. You can cry your thanks to me, while you cum all over my cock.”

Mikura’s eyes opened. They were dry. She shifted her head, moving her features out from under Lorelai’s cock. “No,” she said, gently.

All was silent. Ashley felt his heart beating so hard it might burst.

“No,” Mikura repeated, voice soft. “I won’t cry.”

Lorelai’s mouth dropped open. “WHAT did you say?”

“I said I won’t cry.”

Lorelai’s eyes flashed. “You stupid whore, I will fucking step on his little neck unless you learn your place!”

Mikura looked weary. “Should I fake some tears, then?” Her voice was tired, the tone of a businesswoman after a long day of work. “Is that what you want, child?”

Lorelai seemed at a loss for words. Fake tears would prove nothing. All of the chapters had been proceeding according to plan- but something had gone wrong. This woman wasn’t broken. She had proceeded almost instantly to the conclusion that she should protect Ashley by giving freely of her body. And that act did not seem to affect her in the least.

“Don’t fucking call me that, you bitch! I’m no child, I’m your master!” Lorelai was furious, and, for the first time, unsure of how to proceed. How was this possible? The woman had seemed to be such an easy target! “You sperm-drinking slut. You’re lying. You’re broken. I broke you.”

“You’re just a little girl,” said Mikura, voice steady and sure. “A little girl calling names in the schoolyard. You can’t hurt me.”

Lorelai’s mind whirled. There would be no lesson for her angel. No final, apocalyptic orgasm to prove the truth of her way of sex. To legitimize her cruelty for all time. It was all falling apart. She had miscalculated somewhere. Something was wrong. Mikura had not been shocked at giving of herself to protect a weaker person. The woman had done it before. And that familiarity had given her the upper hand. Love would win out, weakening her hold on her angel, unless she took drastic measures. And the rage she felt at being bested, at misjudging Mikura as she had, provided her with the ammunition to do just that.

“YOU BITCH, I’LL FUCKING HURT YOU!” she screamed, banshee-like, and pushed the older woman down on her back. While one hand held Mikura’s throat, pushing her head back, Lorelai’s other arm hefted her fat cock, placing the head at the entrance to the wet, thick pussy of her target. Driving her powerful, toned legs forward, she penetrated Mikura quickly, driving six inches of thick girlcock into her.

“Now you’ll realize how much of a slut you are!” Lorelai gasped through clenched teeth, pressing down on Mikura’s chest with one hand. “You’ll learn your place. You made me fucking do this. You must have wanted it. You wanted me to rip your cunt apart with this cock.” Bracing her feet against floor, she drove forward. Three more inches of her shaft crashed into Mikura’s pussy, stretching the large, fleshy lips wide. Jets of lubrication squirted out around the edges of her invading bone. Mikura gasped. Ashley had rolled to his feet, watching the spectacle with horror. He shuffled his feet, tensing to move, to act, to do something for the woman who had so bravely taken his hand. Mikura caught his eye, and met his worried gaze with her calm one.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she soothed, voice thick with exertion. Her sentence was broken apart with staccato breaths. “I’m ok. It only hurts a little.”

“FUCK…YOU!” grunted Lorelai, clutching one of Mikura’s big tits with a cruel hand, crushing her hand closed on the flesh, causing a jet of milk to erupt into the air. Ashley marveled as it splattered against the wall, leaving a damp line. The dickgirl pushed further forward, burying herself halfway. Mikura, who was shorter than Lorelai by at least two inches, seemed to wince at both the rough treatment of her breast, and the massive, rampaging cock that was tearing into her wet, fluid-dripping fuckhole.

“You’re so much like him,” Mikura gasped, panting, sweat running down her face. “So much. But you could not hurt me. I had someone to hold my hand.” Her gaze went to Ashley. Her breathing became rapid as Lorelai pounded relentless into her pussy, driving into her with all the power of her youthful hips. “It was always that way. You couldn’t understand. It was always that way, as long as I had that hand to hold.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU SLUT!” Lorelai braced her feet again, and reached up her shapely arms to hook Mikura’s hips with all of her strength. Using every ounce of force her 120-pound frame could muster, she drove her cock forward. She felt the tip of her cock batter the entrance to Mikura’s womb, and then slip inside. A spray of wet fuckube erupted around the heavy thickness of her penetration, splattering the thighs of both women, and the floor. As angry as Lorelai was, as crazy as she felt with rage and lust, she was finding it difficult to concentrate on those feelings. The heat bathing her cock was unlike anything she had ever felt. Her cock was used to the burning heat of a female body- spending most of it’s time coiled up inside her while in its (much smaller) flaccid state- but even compared to her own hot little pussy, Mikura’s box was like an inferno. Like stabbing into a tub of frying-pan butter. She felt herself losing control. Starting to head towards an unstoppable orgasm. The 17-year-old girl’s eyes widened. She couldn’t pull it back now.

“NO!” she screamed. She crushed her sexy body against Mikura’s, feeling her big tits press wetly against Mikura’s massive ones, knowing that the tickle at her nipples was the sensation of milk splashing upon them from the pressurized titbags of her unwilling partner. “You fucking bitch, you beg me to fucking hurt you. BEG ME! Beg for this!” She pushed forward again, passing eighteen inches of penetration, driving impossibly deep. She could feel internal organs piling upon each other inside Mikura’s body, felt the resistace increase as she pounded into the back of the woman’s womb, driving it up into her sternum. Another torrent of girlcum erupted around the thickness of her driving cock. Even more amazingly, a ridge, long and cock-shaped, had formed along Mikura’s belly- barely noticeable, but there nonetheless. It was the cunt-buried ghost of the impossible dickgirl prick that was splitting her open. Lorelai could barely control her orgasm.

“SAY IT!” she screamed, losing all control. “YOU FUCKING SAY IT!”

“I forgive you,” Mikura said. “I forgive you. Come here. It’s ok.”

Then, Mikura took the last shred of control out of her hands. Amazingly, the woman reached behind Lorelai, put two hands on her perfectly-rounded ass, and pulled her forward.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!” Lorelai screamed as the last four inches of her cock disappeared into Mikura. The ridge on the woman’s belly seemed to twist slightly, and grew larger. Lorelai could actually feel her cock bending inside, straining at stretches and bends of fuck tunnel that were barely able to contain her, but somehow managing. A hydrant-like blast of cunt-lube erupted from around the edges of her buried cock, splashing the floor. The ground below Mikura’s ass was thick with it. Lorelai had never felt anything close to the sensation she was experiencing. She had never even come close to fully penetrating anyone. With most people, it was impossible. Injury was likely. She had even used this to her advantage. Now- her cock had been swallowed by the body of an older woman- and her ideology defeated besides.

“Who made you this way?” Mikura whispered in Lorelai’s ear. With the blonde’s cock fully buried, she could finally get her mouth close enough to whisper. “You poor girl, who hurt you so much?” Lorelai could only gasp. Her body was exploding with sensations. The heat on her cock was unprecedented. She could feel her clit rubbing wetly against Mikura’s. Cunt splatter was spraying against her crotch at regular intervals. The blonde’s eyes began to roll back in her head. Her mouth began to hang open as her body jittered, thrusting mindlessly against the pillowy softness of the woman below. As she did, the cock-bulge in Mikura’s belly strained up and down.

With one hand, the older woman ran her hand over the cock-shape that was churning below her shapely stomach, and then jabbed her fingers roughly into her abdomen, pressing skin downward in shapes around Lorelai’s buried dick, massaging the dickgirl’s cock through the flesh of her own midsection.

Oh my god, thought Ashley. She’s giving her a handjob through the flesh of her own fucking body!

With her off hand, Mikura hugged Lorelai close. “Hurting people will hurt you in the end. You need to love. Love never dies. It's always there.” Ashley gasped as he saw that Lorelai’s eyes had snapped back to attention at Mikura’s words, and his had started to cry. He had NEVER seen her cry.

“My love…is dead,” she gasped, indigo eyes brimming with tears, barely able to get words past the pleasure and thickness of memories. “She …killed him. Killed him…as sure…as she held the razor…herself. You fucking bitch. How dare you say that to me?” And then she howled with anguish- a sob of such strength and intensity that it filled the room with sorrow.

“I’m sorry, child,” said Mikura. She no longer seemed to be feeling any discomfort at all. Ashley felt like he was watching a minor miracle. “Let it out. Cry.”

I will never fucking forget this, Ashley thought. This is like being born again. This moment will be with me forever. A goddess falls, a goddess is born, and angels watch, and remember.

Mikura hugged Lorelai desperately, holding her close, still massaging her cock with both the heat of her peerless cunt and the motion of her hand upon her stretched midsection. The blonde was beyond reason or even anger. She was howling with sobs, eyes red, mouth open, nose running. And as she cried, helpless as a baby, Lorelai also came harder than she ever had, with the entire length of her cock buried inside Mikura. The power of her ejaculation was enormous. The volume of sperm instantly filled Mikura’s large womb, stretching it full with white fluid around the fat cockhead that was battering the back wall. Her belly became visibly swollen. With nowhere left to go, the thick cum traveled back down the stretched fuck tunnel of her vagina, squeezing between Lorelai’s cock and her pulsating cunt walls, before erupting out of her cock-stuffed pussy in an amazing flood. Ashley gasped. The sheer amount of it was amazing, and it rocketed onto the floor in gouts and splashes, adding to the already thick puddle of fluids that had accumulated below the two women.

As Lorelai continued to cum, jittering and half-concious, Ashley was amazed to see Mikura kiss her gently on the forehead. Meanwhile, the older woman’s innards were pumped full of potent dickgirl seed. Ashley could see not only the pregnant stretch of her sperm-packed womb, but the outline of Lorelai’s monster dick. Again, he wondered how anyone could possibly take such a tremendous dick inside them. Mikura was truly special. The thought occurred to him that he was seeing a cock stretch directly from one womb to another.

It was a full thirty seconds before her orgasm subsided, her body collapsing forward onto Mikura, her head resting against hose soft tits. Ashley knelt beside them, and reached out a tentative hand to stroke Lorelai’s back. At his lightest touch, though, she seemed to regain consciousness and spring into action, screaming loudly and pulling herself off of Mikura. The sound of her cock pulling out of Mikura’s pussy was wet and nasty. As soon as the head popped free, a thick torrent of sperm followed behind it, pouring onto the floor between the 29-year-old’s fleshy, sensuous legs. Lorelai scrambled slightly backward.

Mikura shifted to lay on her hip, taking care not to put pressure on her milk-loaded tits or cum-jammed belly. Shakily, she got to her knees. Lorelai wiped the tears from her eyes, and the two made eye contact once again.

Ashley didn’t know what was going to happen. It was a tense moment. Lorelai’s face was tear-streaked and tired, but still heartbreakingly beautiful. Mikura’s face was cum-soaked, weary, and still lovely.

And then, Lorelai slapped Mikura, hard, across the side of the mouth.

*WHAP!*

“No!” gasped Ashley- and the blonde turned to him with such ferocity that his breath caught and he couldn’t say another word.

“Fuck you,” said Lorelai, standing over Mikura. “You bitch. I hope that hurt. Love won’t save you from everything. Don’t you fucking tell me it will.”

Mikura struggled to her feet, sperm still drooling down one shapely leg. She placed a hand to the corner of her mouth. There was blood there- just a trickle. The woman didn’t look angry. Just sad. Sad and tired.

“You’re exactly like him,” she said, speaking softly. “And you’re right.” She turned to Ashley. “Sometimes love won’t save you. Sometimes all you can do is get away.”

She turned to walk toward the door. Both Ashley and Lorelai were silent as she walked, unbroken, unashamed, to the exit. As she grasped the doorknob, she turned.

“Your sister misses you,” she said to Ashley. “She and I would like you to come over for milk and cookies tomorrow, at noon. Your mother is coming too.”

“Don’t you fucking tell him what to do,” Lorelai croaked, voice hoarse. “Don’t you dare.”

Mikura gave Lorelai one last look. There was no fear in it. “You’re invited as well. If you promise to be kind.”

And then she was gone. Behind her, Ashley brought a hand to his collar, slipping fingers between the leather and his skin, as if he suddenly found it too tight for his liking. His goddess had wanted Mikura to cum, and to cry- but in the end, Lorelai herself had been the one doing both.

Who had truly been the goddess in that room? Who the slave? Who the angel?

Ashley thought that perhaps one woman had been all three.