Chapter 120: Dewi
The humid air crackled. Bruce held Dewi suspended against him, half his thick cock buried in her impossibly tight, dripping cunt. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around the invading girth, a frantic pulse against the rigid heat. Sweat slicked her golden skin, mingling with the tears tracking down her temples. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. "Oh god... oh god... it's... so much..." she whimpered, her voice thick with overwhelmed sensation.
Bruce gritted his teeth, the exquisite pressure bordering on pain. He held perfectly still, letting her adjust, feeling the minute tremors running through her body locked around his waist. His swirling hazel eyes, flecks of gold blazing, held hers captive. "Breathe deeper," he commanded, his voice a low rumble vibrating through her chest pressed against his. "Fill your lungs."
Dewi sucked in a shuddering breath, then another. Her frantic clenching eased infinitesimally. Bruce felt it. He pressed forward again, another agonizingly slow inch. The stretch burned through her core. She cried out, arching her back, her heavy breasts thrusting against his chest, her nipples hard pebbles scraping his skin. "Fuck! Oh fuck! It's tearing me open! So big! So fucking huge inside me!" Her pussy wept copiously, slicking his shaft as he inched deeper.
"Jesus," Bruce groaned, the sensation of her molten silk walls clamping down almost unbearable. "You're fucking tight, Dewi. Like a goddamn fist." He paused again, buried now to about two-thirds of his length. The thickest part of him stretched her mercilessly. Her inner muscles rippled and spasmed, trying desperately to accommodate him. "More?" he rasped, his control fraying at the edges.
Dewi nodded frantically, her face buried against his neck, her voice muffled and desperate. "Yes... please... more... just... slow... oh god it's stretching me so bad..."
Bruce pushed deeper. Another fraction. The head of his cock kissed her deepest resistance. Dewi gasped, her body going rigid. Her legs tightened like a vise around his waist. A high, keening sound escaped her lips. Then, her entire body convulsed violently against him. Her inner walls clamped down in a series of frantic, rhythmic pulses, milking the thick intrusion. "OH! OH GOD! OH FUCK! CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, her voice raw and breaking. Her soaked pussy clenched and released, gushing fresh wetness that trickled down Bruce's balls and thighs. Her head snapped back, eyes wide and unseeing, mouth open in a silent scream of pure, overwhelming release.
"Fuck," Lena breathed from the bed, her dark eyes wide, her hand unconsciously drifting between her own thick thighs. "Already?"
Ketut nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her dark eyes were fixed on Dewi’s trembling form. "The need is huge," she murmured softly. "It burns through her. Look... it’s already building again. The fire hasn't gone out."
Bruce felt it too. Even as Dewi shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy still pulsed erratically around his cock, hot and slick. The frantic clenching had eased, replaced by a deep, rhythmic throbbing, a hungry emptiness demanding to be filled completely. Her hips made tiny, involuntary circles against him, seeking more friction, more depth. Her breath hitched against his skin, turning into soft, desperate whimpers. "Please... Bruce... please... all of it... need it... need you deep..."
Bruce growled low in his chest. The raw need in her voice, the desperate grinding of her hips, the molten heat still gripping him – it shattered the last vestiges of his restraint. He shifted his grip, one massive hand spreading her ass cheek wider, fingers digging into the incredible swell of flesh. The other hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so he could see her tear-streaked, bliss-drunk face. "You want it all?" he demanded, his voice rough with lust. "Every fucking inch?"
"Yes!" Dewi gasped, her eyes wild, pleading. "Fill me! Stretch me! Fuck me raw with it! Please!"
Bruce didn't hesitate. He pulled back slowly, dragging his thick cock almost entirely out of her clutching heat, leaving only the swollen head lodged inside her stretched entrance. Dewi whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Then, with a powerful thrust of his hips, he drove forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, deep stroke.
Dewi’s scream ripped through the room. "AAAAHHH! FUCK! YES! DEEP! SO DEEP! OH GOD IT'S IN MY BELLY!" Her body arched violently, her back bowing, her breasts jutting forward. Her inner walls clamped down in a vice-like spasm, then seemed to melt, yielding completely to the massive intrusion. Bruce groaned, a sound of pure animal satisfaction, as her soaking cunt accepted him fully, enveloping his entire length in searing, velvety heat. He held himself deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit, feeling her entire body shudder around him.
He began to move. No more slow torture. Deep, powerful, piston-like strokes. He pulled almost all the way out, letting her feel the brutal stretch anew each time, then slammed back home, balls-deep, his hips crashing against her ass cheeks with a wet slap that echoed in the humid air. Each thrust drew a guttural cry from Dewi. "FUCK! FUCK ME! SO BIG! SO DEEP! STRETCHING ME WIDE! OH GOD YES! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Bruce obeyed. His thrusts became faster, harder, driving into her with relentless force. The wet, slapping sounds filled the room – flesh on flesh, the slick squelch of her drenched pussy taking his brutal invasion. Dewi clung to him, her legs locked around his waist, her fingernails raking down his back, drawing beads of blood. Her head thrashed from side to side, her cries escalating into a continuous, broken litany. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Deep! Big cock! Stretch my cunt! Fill me! Oh god! Oh fuck! Bruce! BRUCE!"
He pounded into her, his own breath coming in harsh grunts. He felt her inner muscles begin to ripple again, building towards another peak. Her cries became higher, more frantic. "Cumming! Oh fuck I'm cumming again! CUMMING ON YOUR BIG COCK!" Her body convulsed violently around him, her pussy clamping down in fierce, rhythmic pulses, milking his shaft. Bruce roared, the sensation pushing him towards his own edge. He drove into her with even greater force, pistoning his hips, slamming his thick cock into her deepest core.
"Look at him fuck her," Jasmine murmured, her green eyes dark with arousal, her hand sliding between her own legs, fingers working her clit. "Look at her take it. Fucking beautiful."
"Like she was made for it," Lena breathed, mesmerized, her own fingers mimicking Jasmine’s frantic pace. "Look at that ass bounce. Jesus."
Ketut watched Bruce’s eyes, the swirling colors a chaotic storm of gold and deep blue. "He’s close," she whispered. "The fire consumes them both."
Bruce felt the pressure coiling tight in his balls, the heat blazing up his spine. Dewi was screaming incoherently now, lost in a haze of overwhelming sensation, her body bucking wildly against his relentless thrusts. "Gonna fill you," Bruce growled against her ear, his voice thick with impending release. "Gonna pump my fucking cum deep inside that tight little cunt."
"Yes!" Dewi shrieked, her eyes rolling back. "Fill me! Breed me! Pump your fucking load! Give it to me! PLEASE!"
With three final, brutal thrusts, Bruce buried himself to the root and held. A guttural roar tore from his throat as his cock erupted, thick, hot ropes of cum jetting deep into her clutching depths. Dewi screamed, a sound of pure ecstatic agony, as her own orgasm crashed over her again, triggered by the scalding flood filling her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his pulsing cock, milking him dry, her body shuddering uncontrollably against him.
Bruce held her tight, grinding his hips as the last pulses drained from him. He felt her go limp in his arms, her legs slipping from his waist, her head lolling against his shoulder. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. Her pussy still pulsed weakly around his softening cock, dripping a mixture of their fluids down his thighs. Slowly, carefully, he lowered her trembling legs until her feet touched the cool stone floor. She swayed, unsteady, her eyes glazed, utterly spent. Bruce kept a firm arm around her waist, supporting her.
The wives watched in silence, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and release. Jasmine let out a slow, satisfied breath. Lena licked her lips. Camille’s serene expression held a hint of approval. Ketut smiled softly. Sophia watched Dewi’s trembling form with wide, fascinated eyes. Erika shifted slightly, her pale skin flushed. Mystique’s gaze was intense, predatory.
Bruce gently guided the near-catatonic Dewi towards the edge of the vast bed. "Sit," he murmured. She collapsed onto the mattress, legs splayed, her glistening, well-fucked pussy openly displayed, Bruce’s thick cum already leaking out onto her trembling thighs. Her chest heaved. She couldn’t lift her head.
Bruce turned, his own chest heaving, sweat sheening his muscular torso, his softening cock glistening wetly. His swirling hazel eyes, the gold flecks still prominent, scanned his wives. He saw the hunger still burning in Jasmine’s green eyes, the restless energy in Lena’s posture, the thoughtful calculation in Camille’s gaze, the serene understanding in Ketut’s, the fascinated curiosity in Sophia’s, the cool appraisal in Erika’s, and the smoldering intensity in Mystique’s. The humid air vibrated with unspent tension. The night was far from over. He met Jasmine’s fierce gaze, then Lena’s hungry one. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. The silent question hung heavy: Who’s next?
Jasmine didn't hesitate. She surged off the bed in one fluid motion, a predator zeroing in. Her dark skin gleamed in the lamplight, muscles rippling beneath as she stalked towards Bruce where he stood beside the trembling Dewi. Her green eyes burned with fierce need, locked onto his slick, softening cock.
"Still got some left in that big dick, old man?" she challenged, her voice husky, a raw edge cutting through the humid air thick with sex and sweat. Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around his shaft, squeezing. She felt it twitch, thickening under her touch despite the recent exertion. "Feels like you do." A slow, predatory smile spread across her face.
Bruce met her gaze, the swirling gold in his hazel eyes flaring bright. He didn’t speak, just arched an eyebrow, a silent dare. That was all the invitation Jasmine needed. She pushed him backwards firmly. He yielded, stepping back until his calves hit the edge of the low, wide platform bed. He sank down onto it, the wood creaking faintly under his weight.
Jasmine didn't wait. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her incredible ass settling heavily against his thighs. Her hand guided his cock, still wet with Dewi’s juices and his own cum, straight to her entrance. She was already soaked, her arousal slick and hot. She didn’t sink down slowly. She impaled herself in one swift, decisive motion, taking his full thickness deep.
"FUCK!" Jasmine gasped, her head snapping back, eyes closing for a split second as the thick intrusion stretched her wide. Her inner walls clamped down hard, a vice of wet heat. "God, you feel huge right now." She started moving immediately, not gentle, not slow. Her powerful hips rolled, then lifted, almost pulling him entirely out before slamming back down, taking him balls-deep with a wet slap of flesh on flesh. "Fuck yes. That’s it. Fill me up."
Bruce’s hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into the toned muscle of her hips, helping her set the brutal rhythm. He thrust upwards to meet her downward plunge, driving deeper. Each impact jolted through them both. The sounds were obscenely loud: the sharp slap of skin, the slick, sucking squelch as his cock pistoned in and out of her drenched cunt, her ragged breaths punctuated by guttural cries.
"Harder!" Jasmine demanded, her voice strained with effort and pleasure. She leaned back slightly, bracing her hands on his thick thighs, using the leverage to ride him with even more force. Her breasts bounced, sweat slicking the valley between them. "Shove that fucking cock deeper, Bruce! Make me feel it in my throat!" Her eyes locked onto his, blazing green fire. "Fuck me like you mean it! Like you own this pussy!"
He growled, low and feral, his control fraying rapidly under the onslaught of her demanding cunt and fierce words. His thrusts became jackhammer-fast, piston-hard. The bed frame groaned in protest with each powerful drive upwards. He watched her face, the contortion of ecstasy, the sweat beading on her upper lip.
"Look at that ass," Lena breathed from beside them, her own hand buried between her thick thighs, fingers working frantically. "God, it’s bouncing so fucking perfect. Clenching on him."
"Fire," Ketut murmured, her gaze fixed on the swirling storm of deep blue and blazing gold in Bruce’s eyes. "Blazing. Ready to erupt." She shifted slightly, her own body responding to the raw energy in the room.
Jasmine’s cries escalated, becoming sharp, rhythmic gasps timed with each brutal penetration. "Yes! YES! Right there! Fucking ram that spot! Make me scream, you bastard! Make me fucking SCREAM!" Her inner walls began to flutter wildly, a frantic prelude. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... Bruce... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
Mystique, watching from the foot of the bed, licked her lips slowly, her gaze intense, appreciative. "Damn, Jazz. Taking that big white dick like a fucking champ." She shifted her weight, her own arousal obvious.
Bruce felt the pressure boil over, the coil in his balls snapping tight. Jasmine’s pussy was clamping down in fierce, rhythmic spasms, milking him, demanding his release. Her head dropped forward, a guttural groan tearing from her throat as her climax hit. "CUMMING! FUCK! CUMMING ON YOUR COCK!"
Her scream, raw and unrestrained, tore through the room as her body locked around him, convulsing. The intense pressure of her orgasm triggered his own. With a roar that echoed hers, Bruce slammed up one final time, burying himself to the hilt. Thick, hot ropes of cum pulsed deep into her clutching channel, jetting against her spasming walls.
Jasmine shuddered violently atop him, her inner muscles rippling, milking every last drop as he emptied himself inside her. She collapsed forward against his chest, gasping, her sweat-slick skin pressed to his, her heart hammering against his ribs like a frantic bird. His cock throbbed within her, still half-hard, buried in her soaked, cum-filled heat.
The humid air vibrated with their shared panting, the scent of sex overpowering the sandalwood incense. Jasmine lifted her head slightly, her green eyes meeting his, a satisfied, utterly fucked-out smirk playing on her swollen lips. "Told you... you still had some... left in the tank... old man."
Bruce’s hands slid up her sweat-slick back, holding her close. He was still buried deep inside her warmth. The gold still swirled fiercely in his eyes. His gaze swept the room, past the watching wives, lingering for a split second on Dewi’s still-dazed form, then landing on Mystique. She held his stare, unblinking, a challenge simmering in her dark eyes, a silent promise. Her full lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She subtly shifted her hips forward.
Mystique didn’t wait. That subtle shift became a deliberate prowl. She closed the distance between the foot of the bed and Bruce, still seated with Jasmine draped heavily against him. Her movements were liquid confidence, every curve of her tall, stunning frame emphasized in the lamplight. She stopped directly before him, her dark gaze sweeping down his sweat-sheened torso to his cock, still slick and glistening, nestled within Jasmine’s spent form.
"Move over, Jazz," Mystique commanded, her voice a low, rich timbre that brooked no argument. "My turn on that pole." Jasmine let out a breathless laugh, pushing herself up with obvious effort, Bruce’s softening cock slipping wetly from her with an audible schluck. She rolled off his lap and collapsed onto the bed beside him, breathing hard. "All yours, Mystique. He’s still fucking hard. Barely."
Mystique’s full lips curved into a predatory smile. She didn’t sit. Instead, she turned her back to Bruce, presenting the breathtaking swell of her ass. She looked over her shoulder, meeting his swirling hazel eyes, the gold flecks flaring bright. "Remember Paris?" she murmured, bending forward slowly, deliberately, placing her hands on the bed in front of him. Her incredible ass arched high, inches from his face, the dark, glistening folds of her pussy clearly visible, already slick with anticipation. "Fuck me like you did in the penthouse. Hard. Fast. Make me scream into the pillows."
Bruce needed no further invitation. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his hands clamped onto her wide hips, fingers digging into the firm muscle. He guided the thick head of his cock, still wet from Jasmine, straight to her dripping entrance. With one powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself balls-deep into her clutching heat. Mystique gasped, a sharp intake of breath that morphed instantly into a groan of pure satisfaction. "FUCK!YES! Just like that! Ram that monster cock into me!"
He pulled back almost completely, feeling the tight grip of her inner walls clinging to his shaft, then slammed forward again with brutal force, his pelvis impacting her ass cheeks with a loud, wet smack. The rhythm was instant, relentless. Hard, deep strokes that drove the breath from Mystique’s lungs with each penetration. She braced against the bed, pushing back into every thrust, meeting him force for force. Her cries were guttural, rhythmic. "Oh GOD! Deeper! Harder! Split me open with that thing! FUCK ME! YES!"
The sounds were visceral, obscene: the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, the wet, sucking squelch of his thick cock pistoning in and out of her soaked cunt, her choked gasps and sharp cries. Bruce’s grunts punctuated each powerful drive. Sweat ran in rivulets down his back, his muscles straining. He watched her dark skin ripple with the impact of his thrusts, the perfect, powerful muscles in her back and ass flexing. "Tight fucking cunt," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Gripping my cock like a fucking fist."
"Made for it!" Mystique gasped, pushing back savagely. "Made for this big white dick! Fuck! Pound my pussy raw! Make it yours! CLAIM IT!" Her inner walls began to flutter wildly, a frantic prelude. Bruce felt the familiar, demanding pressure building in his balls, fueled by her raw energy and the sheer, demanding tightness engulfing him. He increased the tempo, the slapping sounds becoming a continuous, frantic rhythm. Mystique’s cries turned into a wordless scream as her orgasm slammed into her. Her back arched impossibly, her ass clenched hard around his invading cock, her pussy milking him in fierce, rhythmic spasms. "CUMMING! FUCK! BRUCE! CUMMING HARD! DON'T STOP! PUMP IT!"
The intense clenching triggered his release. With a roar that shook the humid air, Bruce drove deep and held, his cock pulsing violently as thick jets of cum erupted deep into her convulsing channel. He ground his hips against her ass, forcing every last drop into her depths as she shuddered and screamed beneath him, her body wracked by the intensity of her climax. Finally, he slumped forward slightly, still buried inside her, panting harshly, his hands still gripping her hips possessively. Mystique collapsed onto her forearms, gasping, trembling, a low moan escaping her lips as her inner walls continued to flutter weakly around his softening shaft.
A soft groan came from the bed. Dewi had pushed herself up on her elbows, her dark eyes wide, fixed on Bruce’s flushed, sweat-streaked form still connected to Mystique. Her own thighs were sticky, the memory of his size and the brutal force still making her core ache deliciously. She watched the rise and fall of his powerful shoulders, the tremor in his arm muscles. Her voice was a whisper, filled with stunned disbelief. "How... how does he keep going?"
Lena, already on her feet, practically vibrating with pent-up energy, grinned fiercely. "Magic dick," she declared, stepping towards Bruce and Mystique without hesitation. Her thick legs carried her swiftly. "My turn!" She nudged Mystique’s hip playfully. "Roll over, gorgeous. Share the wealth." Mystique let out a breathless chuckle, slowly, carefully pushing herself up. Bruce’s cock slipped from her with a wet sound, followed by a trickle of their combined fluids down her inner thigh. Lena didn’t wait. She pushed Bruce back onto the bed and swung her leg over his hips, sinking down onto his still-erect cock in one smooth, greedy motion. "AH! FUCK YES!" she cried out, her thick ass settling firmly against his pelvis. "Still so fucking hard! Knew you had more!"
She began to ride him immediately, a frenetic, hungry pace. Her small, perky breasts bounced with each upward surge. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, driving herself down onto him with desperate force, her thick thighs working. "Fill me! Fuck! Stuff that big cock deep! Stretch my tight little cunt! YES! RIGHT THERE! HARDER!" Her cries were sharp, demanding, echoing Mystique’s fierceness but tinged with Lena’s own wild, insatiable energy. Bruce’s hands flew to her ass, gripping the incredible, thick cheeks – his 'best booty' – squeezing hard, helping her slam down onto him. The wet sounds resumed, louder now, mixed with Lena's high-pitched gasps and Bruce's guttural groans.
Ketut watched, her gaze fixed on Bruce’s eyes. The colors swirled – deep ocean blues now, flecks of gold like distant stars, the green subdued. "The deep well," she murmured softly to Erika beside her. "Calm, but endless." She rose gracefully, her newly sculpted legs carrying her silently to the side of the bed as Lena neared her peak, her cries becoming sharp screams. "Bruce! BRUCE! FUCK! I'M GONNA... CUMMING! CUMMING ON YOUR COCK! PUMP IT! FILL ME!" Lena’s body locked, shuddering violently as she came, her pussy clamping down in fierce spasms. Bruce roared again, thrusting up hard as he emptied another heavy load deep inside her clutching heat.
As Lena collapsed forward, panting, Ketut was already there. She gently but firmly nudged Lena aside. "Rest, sister," she whispered. Lena rolled off with a satisfied groan. Ketut knelt between Bruce’s thighs, her dark eyes meeting his. She didn't speak. She simply guided his slick, cum-streaked cock to her own entrance, slick and ready. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her gaze never leaving his swirling eyes. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she took him fully, her tight, toned pussy stretching to accommodate him. She began to move, not with Lena's frantic energy or Mystique's fierce demand, but with a deep, rolling rhythm, her hips grinding against his, seeking connection as much as friction. Her eyes held his, reading the storm of sensation and emotion within the shifting colors, her expression serene, intense, utterly focused on him.
Dewi watched, transfixed, her own body humming with residual sensation. Bruised, stretched, filled with the memory of him, she saw him take Ketut with the same potent intensity as the others, his stamina seemingly inexhaustible. The question echoed louder in her mind, a mix of awe and disbelief. How?