Chapter 64: Double Claim
The master bedroom swallowed them whole, a cocoon of warm gold and deep burgundy. Plush cream linens lay rumpled on the king-sized bed, already bearing the faint scent of their earlier exertions. The ornate mirror reflected the shifting tableau: Bruce, propped against a mountain of pillows, his chest glistening with sweat, swirling hazel eyes fixed with predatory intensity. Erika straddled his hips, her pale, magnificent body a stark contrast against his tanned skin. Her deep blue eyes were wide, pupils blown black with lust, as she slowly, agonizingly impaled herself on his monstrous erection. Inch by impossible inch disappeared into her dripping Icelandic pussy, her lips stretched obscenely wide around the immense girth. A low, continuous moan vibrated in her throat, her head thrown back, blonde hair cascading down her back.
"Fuck... Bruce... so... fucking... big..." Erika gasped, her hands braced on his rock-hard abdomen, fingers digging in. She sank lower, her inner muscles fluttering wildly against the invading thickness. "Tearing me... apart..."
Bruce gripped her hips, guiding her descent, feeling her slick heat engulf him. "Take it all, Ice Queen," he growled, his voice thick. "Swallow every fucking inch." He thrust upwards slightly, forcing another thick segment into her clenching depths. Erika cried out, her body arching, full breasts bouncing. "YES! GOD! THERE!"
Beside them, on the wide expanse of the bed, Camille knelt over Jasmine’s face. Jasmine lay flat on her back, her green eyes blazing with fierce hunger, her hands gripping Camille’s thick thighs. Camille’s olive skin glowed, her thick ass hovering directly above Jasmine’s mouth. Jasmine’s tongue was already a blur, lapping broad, wet stripes up Camille’s soaked slit, circling her swollen clit before plunging deep into her entrance.
"¡Ay, Dios! ¡Jasmine! ¡Sí! ¡Así!" Camille cried out, her head falling forward, dark hair obscuring her face. She ground her hips down against Jasmine’s mouth, seeking more pressure, more friction. "¡Lámeme! ¡Chúpame el coño! ¡Más duro!" Her fiery spirit translated directly into raw command.
Jasmine responded with a muffled groan, her lips sealing around Camille’s clit, sucking fiercely. Her tongue stabbed relentlessly inside Camille’s pussy, fucking her with rapid, expert strokes. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with Erika’s gasps and Bruce’s low grunts. Jasmine’s hands slid up to grip Camille’s ass cheeks, spreading them wider, her thumbs pressing against Camille’s tight rosebud, making her gasp and buck.
Bruce watched it all in the mirror, the reflection amplifying the carnality. Seeing Camille, his wife of 23 years, lost in ecstasy atop Jasmine, her body writhing under the Black woman’s relentless tongue, sent a fresh surge of primal heat through him. He felt it echo down the bond – Camille’s fierce pleasure, Jasmine’s possessive hunger, Erika’s overwhelmed bliss as she finally bottomed out, her ass cheeks pressed flush against his pelvis, his entire 12-inch length buried impossibly deep inside her.
"Fuck, Erika," Bruce groaned, his hips lifting slightly, grinding his cock against her deepest spot. "Feel that? Feel how deep I own this tight Icelandic cunt?" He thrust shallowly, the movement making Erika whimper, her inner walls clenching like a fist. "Camille! Look at her! Look at Jasmine devouring your pussy!"
Camille lifted her head, her brown eyes meeting Bruce’s in the mirror. They were dark with lust, fierce with loyalty. "She tastes... so good, mi amor," Camille panted, grinding harder on Jasmine’s face. "Her tongue... ¡Dios mío! She knows how to make me scream!" As if on cue, Jasmine doubled her efforts, sucking Camille’s clit hard while two fingers plunged deep into her pussy, curling upwards. Camille’s cry shattered the air. "¡AHÍ! ¡JASMINE! ¡NO PARES! ¡HÁZME CORRER!"
Bruce matched the intensity. He gripped Erika’s hips tighter and began to piston upwards, driving his thick cock brutally in and out of her tight channel. The wet, slapping sounds intensified as his pelvis slammed against her ass. Erika screamed, her body bouncing wildly on his shaft, her breasts a pale blur. "OH GOD! BRUCE! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! SPLIT ME OPEN!" Her nails raked down his chest, drawing faint red lines.
The psychic bond ignited, a white-hot conduit. Bruce felt the dual onslaught: the exquisite, crushing tightness of Erika’s virgin-tight pussy gripping his entire length with each powerful thrust, and simultaneously, the electric jolts of pleasure radiating from Camille as Jasmine’s tongue and fingers drove her relentlessly towards climax. He saw flashes – Jasmine’s fierce satisfaction at making Camille lose control, Camille’s possessive joy at being claimed so thoroughly while Bruce watched, Erika’s desperate, overwhelming need to be filled.
"Ride it, Ice Queen!" Bruce commanded, his voice a harsh rasp. "Take this fucking monster cock! Show me how bad you want it!" He slammed up harder, the head of his cock battering her cervix with each stroke. Erika’s screams turned ragged, broken. "I WANT IT! ALL OF IT! FILL ME! BREED ME!"
Beside them, Camille’s moans escalated into shrieks. "¡SÍ! ¡SÍ! ¡JASMINE! ¡ESO! ¡VOY A CORRER! ¡VOY A—" Her body locked, thighs trembling violently. She threw her head back, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm detonated. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Jasmine’s fingers and tongue, juices gushing freely onto Jasmine’s face. "¡AHHHHH!"
The violent clenching of Camille’s pleasure, amplified through the bond and the sight in the mirror, combined with the relentless friction of Erika’s tight channel, pushed Bruce to the edge. He roared, a sound of pure animalistic release. His thrusts became frantic, jackhammering into Erika’s depths. "FUCK! CAMILLE! ERIKA! GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE INSIDE YOU!"
Erika felt the telltale pulse deep within her, the thickening of his cock just before eruption. She screamed, her own climax triggered by the imminent flood. "YES! BRUCE! CUM! PUMP IT DEEP! FILL MY ICELANDIC CUNT! MARK ME!" Her inner walls convulsed wildly around his shaft.
With a final, brutal thrust that lifted Erika off the bed, Bruce buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Thick, hot jets of cum blasted deep into her clenching womb, pulsing against her spasming cervix with volcanic force. Rope after rope pumped into her, a seemingly endless flood filling her impossibly stretched channel. He held her impaled, grinding his hips, pumping his seed relentlessly as Erika shuddered and whimpered, her body milking him dry.
Camille collapsed sideways onto the bed, breathing ragged, her body still twitching from her own release, Jasmine’s face glistening with her juices. Jasmine licked her lips slowly, a satisfied, predatory smirk on her face as she watched Bruce fill Erika.
Bruce finally stilled, breathing heavily, Erika slumped bonelessly atop him, his softening cock still buried deep inside her, his cum leaking around the stretched seal of her pussy lips. The room smelled thickly of sex, sweat, and their mingled releases. He looked towards the doorway, past the ornate mirror frame. Ketut stood there, serene as ever, holding a tray with water glasses. Behind her, Lena leaned against the doorframe, a knowing, hungry smile on her lips. Sophia peered over Lena’s shoulder, her eyes fixed on Bruce’s cock still embedded in Erika.
Bruce met Ketut’s calm gaze, then Lena’s smoldering one. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. He gently eased Erika off him, a thick stream of his cum following his withdrawal onto the already stained sheets. He patted Erika’s magnificent ass.
"Water break," Bruce announced, his voice rough but energized. He nodded towards Ketut’s tray, then his gaze locked onto Lena and Sophia. "Then... who’s next?" His swirling hazel eyes held a challenge, the low thrum of energy within him already building again. The circle pulsed, insatiable. The mirror reflected the promise of more.
The water glasses on Ketut’s tray rattled faintly as Erika slid bonelessly off Bruce’s lap, a thick rivulet of his cum tracking down her inner thigh onto the burgundy rug. Lena pushed off the doorframe, her dark eyes gleaming, already reaching for the sash of her robe. Sophia licked her lips, gaze fixed on Bruce’s softening cock, glistening wetly against his thigh. "Barely caught my breath, King," Lena purred, stepping forward. "My turn to feel that monster split me open."
But Ketut moved first. She placed the tray silently on the low teak dresser, untouched. Her serene expression didn’t flicker as she walked across the plush rug, stepping over Jasmine’s outstretched leg and Camille’s curled form. She stopped directly in front of Bruce, still seated on the edge of the rumpled bed. The air, thick with sex and sweat, seemed to still around her small, composed figure. Her dark eyes, usually pools of calm, held a sudden, unnerving intensity. She knelt.
Not subserviently. Purposefully. Her knees parted the folds of her simple sarong on the rug. She looked up at Bruce, her voice low, clear, and utterly devoid of hesitation. "I am next husband." Her hand didn't tremble as it reached out, slender fingers wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, already twitching back to life under her touch. The contact sent a jolt through him, amplified by the taut psychic wire connecting him to her calm, focused desire. "I need you. Now. Inside me."
Bruce’s swirling hazel eyes locked onto hers, the gold flecks flaring. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face, acknowledging the command, the shift in power. "Took you long enough, Ketut," he rumbled, his voice rough. His hand cupped the back of her head, tangling in her dark hair. Not gentle. Possessive. "Show me how my Balinese wife takes her husband's cock."
Ketut didn’t look away. She leaned forward, her small, high breasts pressing against his thigh. Her other hand slid up his inner leg, nails scratching lightly. She didn’t tease. Her tongue, hot and pointed, lashed out, licking a broad, wet stripe from the heavy root of his balls up the thick, veined underside of his rapidly hardening shaft. She gathered the slick mix of Erika’s juices and his cooling cum, swallowing it with a soft moan that vibrated against his skin. "Tastes of her," she murmured, almost clinically. "Tastes of you." Then her lips parted.
Ketut engulfed the swollen head of Bruce’s cock, her lips stretching wide around the impossible girth. Her throat opened instantly, accepting him deep, her nose pressing into the coarse hair at his groin. She took half his length in one smooth, relentless glide, her dark eyes locked unblinkingly with his swirling gaze, the clinical focus burning hotter.
"Fuck, Ketut," Bruce groaned, fingers tightening in her hair. "Swallow it. All of it." She obeyed. Her throat muscles rippled, pulling him deeper, her lips meeting the root, her chin pressed against his heavy balls. The tight, wet heat was staggering. She held it, throat bulging obscenely, breathing shallowly through her nose, her composure a stark contrast to the brutal invasion. Then she pulled back, lips dragging wetly along his shaft, only to plunge down again, deep-throating him with terrifying efficiency.
She repeated the motion, steady, deep sucks, her hand pumping the lower half his cock slick with spit. Bruce watched her, mesmerized by the focused precision, the psychic connection humming with her intense, silent need. "Gonna fuck that tight Balinese pussy now," he rasped, pulling her head back by her hair. A strand of saliva connected her lips to his glistening cock. "Get up here. Ride me."
Ketut rose smoothly, shedding her sarong in one fluid motion. Her body was taut, small but perfectly curving. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, her dark eyes never leaving his. Her hand found his cock again, guiding the thick, glistening head to her slick entrance. She didn’t position; she impaled. With a sharp intake of breath, she slammed down, taking half his monstrous length in one brutal stroke. Her tight pussy stretched obscenely around him, her inner walls clamping down in a sudden, fierce spasm.
"Jesus! Like a fucking vice!" Bruce gritted out, his hands flying to her narrow waist. Ketut gasped, a sharp, uncharacteristic sound. Her serenity cracked, replaced by wide-eyed shock at the sheer size splitting her open. She braced her hands on his chest, fingers digging in, her knuckles white. "More," she demanded, her voice tight, strained. "All."
She lifted herself, the thick shaft slick with her arousal now, glistening under the bedroom lights. Then she drove down again, harder, forcing another thick inch inside. A choked cry escaped her. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. Bruce thrust upwards, meeting her descent. The bed frame groaned. She took him deeper, her tight channel yielding, burning, stretching beyond anything she’d known. Her composure shattered completely. "AH! BRUCE! TOO MUCH! FUCK! YES!"
Wildness erupted. Gone was the serene agent. Ketut became pure, feral need. She rose high, nearly freeing his cock, then slammed back down with brutal force, again and again, her small hips pistoning, her breasts bouncing. "HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! SPLIT ME WIDE!" she screamed, her voice raw, nails raking bloody trails down his chest. Sweat slicked her olive skin, her hair flying wildly around her contorted face. She rode him like a woman possessed, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with every downward plunge, her moans escalating into primal shrieks.
Bruce matched her frenzy, ramming upwards into her tight, clutching heat, the wet slapping of flesh echoing off the walls. He could feel her building, feel the frantic energy vibrating down the psychic bond – a chaotic storm of overwhelming sensation. "Gonna make you fucking drown, Ketut!" he roared, gripping her hips, forcing her down harder, grinding his cock against her deepest spot. "Cum for me! Let it fucking go!"
The demand triggered the detonation. Ketut’s body arched like a drawn bowstring, every muscle locked. A guttural, animalistic roar tore from her throat, raw and deafening. Then she exploded. Not just an orgasm – a volcanic eruption. A torrent of clear fluid gushed from her pussy, a powerful jet that soaked Bruce’s pelvis, his balls, the sheets beneath them in a wide, soaking arc. It splashed against his stomach, dripped onto the floor. She kept coming, her body convulsing violently, her inner muscles milking his cock in frantic, rhythmic spasms as the flood continued. "UNHHHH! FUCK!YES! OH GOD! SO MUCH! I'M— SQUIRTING! EVERYWHERE! BRUUUUCE!" Her scream dissolved into wordless, ecstatic sobs, her body jerking uncontrollably atop him, the sound of gushing liquid mingling with her cries.
Bruce felt the scalding hot flood, felt her convulsions milking him mercilessly. He roared, his own climax ripped from him, his cock pulsing thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming channel, mixing with her deluge. He held her writhing body down, grinding as he pumped, filling her as she drowned them both. The psychic bond flashed white-hot, saturated with the overwhelming, messy release.
Ketut collapsed forward onto his chest, trembling violently, gasping, utterly spent. Fluid pooled around them, soaking deep into the cream sheets. The sharp, musky scent of sex and female release filled the humid air. Bruce breathed heavily, his hands smoothing over her sweat-slicked back, feeling the aftershocks still rippling through her. He looked past her trembling form. In the doorway, Lena’s eyes were wide with raw hunger, Sophia’s lips parted, Camille watching with fierce intensity, Jasmine licking her own lips, Erika’s blue eyes dark. The circle pulsed, demanding more. Bruce’s gaze, still swirling with primal energy, locked onto Lena. He grinned, teeth flashing.
Lena pushed off the doorway, already pulling her silk robe open with impatient hands, the fabric sliding down her shoulders to pool on the floor. Her legendary legs ate up the distance to the bed. "Holy fucking shit, Ketut," Lena breathed, her dark eyes wide with awe and lust as she took in the trembling Balinese woman still collapsed on Bruce's chest, the soaked sheets glistening around them. "That was fucking awesome!" She stopped at the edge of the bed, staring down at Bruce’s cock, still slick and thick, nestled against Ketut’s thigh. "Is there a line," Lena demanded, her voice dropping to a husky growl, "or can I get that dick next, right fucking now?"
Bruce’s grin widened, predatory and dark. He gently shifted Ketut’s still-quivering body off him to the side of the wet sheets. "No line for my first wife," he rumbled, patting the space Ketut had just vacated on his hips. "It’s all yours, sombra. Ride it." His cock pulsed visibly against his stomach, seemingly undiminished, thick veins standing out against the flushed skin.
Lena didn’t need another invitation. She climbed onto the bed with predatory grace, kneeling over him, her small perky breasts swaying, her dark gaze fixed on his monstrous erection. She spat directly onto the bulbous purple head, the thick glob landing with a wet smack. "Good," she purred. One hand wrapped around the shaft near the base, squeezing hard, making Bruce grunt. Her other hand guided the slippery head between her lower lips, already slick with anticipation. She didn't sink down. She slammed.
"FUCK YEAH!" Lena cried out as her tight pussy swallowed the first brutal inches, her inner muscles instantly clamping around the invading girth like a vise. She threw her head back, dark hair flying, her body arching. "OH GOD! STILL FILLS ME LIKE THE FIRST TIME!" Her hips pistoned down ruthlessly, forcing more of him inside. The thick shaft glistened, coated in her spit and arousal, disappearing into her clutching heat with each savage thrust. "TAKE IT! ALL OF IT, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" she snarled, grinding her clit hard against his pubic bone.
Bruce roared, his hands flying to grip her narrow waist, fingers digging deep into her flesh. He thrust upwards brutally, meeting her downward plunge. The wet, meaty smack of their joining echoed in the room, louder than before. "YOU LOVE IT, SOMBRA! YOU LOVE BEING STRETCHED ON MY COCK!" He drove into her, the bed frame protesting with sharp creaks. He could feel her fire, her fierce, possessive joy, vibrating down the psychic bond like a live wire – mixed with the lingering echoes of Ketut’s explosive release and the watching wives’ hungry arousal. "THIS CUNT WAS MADE FOR ME!"
"YES! FUCK YES! YOURS!" Lena screamed, riding him like a woman possessed, her small frame bouncing wildly on his lap. Her hands braced on his chest, nails raking fresh red lines over the ones Ketut left. Her rhythm was frantic, slamming down with enough force to bruise, lifting high so the thick length glistened wetly in the low light before plunging back down onto the hilt. Sweat slicked her olive skin, beading on her forehead and between her small breasts. "BREED ME! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE PULL OUT! FILL MY LATINA PUSSY DEEP!"
Bruce felt her tightening, the coil springing impossibly tight within her core, amplified through the bond. He pistoned harder, faster, the head of his cock hammering her cervix. "GONNA DROWN YOU IN IT, LENA! GONNA MARK YOU INSIDE!" He slammed up with enough force to lift her entire body. Her inner walls fluttered violently, the first tremors starting.
"NOW! BRUCE! CUM NOW! PUMP IT!" Lena shrieked, her body locking, arching impossibly. Her pussy clamped down with crushing force, rhythmic spasms rippling along his entire shaft. The orgasm tore through her, raw and unrestrained, her scream shattering the air. "AHHHHH! FUCK! YES! CUMMING! GUSHING FOR YOU!"
The violent milking, the psychic feedback loop of her ecstasy, triggered Bruce’s eruption. He roared, a sound of pure animal triumph, and hammered upwards one final time, burying himself to the root. Thick, hot cum blasted from his cock in powerful, pulsing jets, flooding Lena’s convulsing channel. Rope after rope pumped deep, the scalding heat making Lena shriek again, her body convulsing wildly as she was filled. He held her impaled, grinding his hips, emptying every drop into her clenching depths as she shuddered and moaned, her inner walls greedily sucking him dry.
Lena collapsed forward onto his slick chest, trembling violently, gasping for air. Bruce’s cock pulsed its last inside her, still buried deep. The smell of sex – Lena’s musk, his release, the lingering tang of Ketut’s flood – hung thick and heavy. Bruce’s hand smoothed over Lena’s sweat-slicked back, feeling her rapid heartbeat. His swirling hazel eyes, still blazing with unspent energy, scanned the room. Sophia was openly touching herself, fingers working frantically between her thighs. Jasmine watched with a hungry, approving smirk. Erika’s blue eyes were dark pools. Camille’s expression was fierce, possessive. Ketut, still recovering beside them, managed a small, serene smile.
Sophia’s breath hitched, her movements becoming more urgent. "Bruce..." she gasped, her accent thick with need. "My turn... I need that cock in my throat... right now..."