Chapter 7: Breaking the Bimbo
The sticky silence didn’t last. Chloe traced a finger through the mess cooling on her stomach, bringing it to her lips with a thoughtful smirk. “Victory tastes like salty battery acid. You planning to top up the flavor?”
Brenna stared at the ceiling, the afterglow hardening into a fresh, familiar itch. Chloe’s ass was right there, glistening, used, but still inviting. The sight of her loose, leaking hole made something primal twitch in Brenna’s gut. “Your ass looks like a winking mouth. A really slutty, stretched-out mouth.”
“It’s lonely,” Chloe whined, pushing her hips back, making the ruined ring of muscle flutter obscenely. A fresh trickle of Brenna’s last load seeped out. “Feels empty. Fix it.”
“Demanding bitch.” Brenna rolled onto her knees, her cock, which had barely softened, slapping against her stomach with a wet thud. It was already re-inflating, thick veins pumping it back to a grotesque, throbbing full mast. She didn’t bother with lube. The mix of spit and leftover cum slicking Chloe’s backside was enough.
She pressed the broad, plum-colored head against the puffy, overworked entrance. It didn’t just slide in. It demanded entry, spreading the tender flesh with a slow, inexorable pressure that made Chloe’s breath hitch in a sharp, pained gasp.
“Fuuuuck, yes, rip me open,” Chloe groaned, burying her face in a cum-stained pillow.
Brenna leaned her weight forward, sheathing inch after monstrous inch. The tightness was insane, a hot, clenching vice that threatened to milk her dry immediately. Chloe’s asshole stretched to a ridiculous, pornographic width, distending around the invading shaft, a thin pale halo of flesh surrounding the dark, pulsing cock.
Brenna started to move, short, brutal pumps that jolted Chloe’s entire body forward. Each withdrawal made a wet, sucking pop; each thrust produced a deeper, fleshier shlurp. Cum from their previous round was churned into a frothy, white lather, bubbling out around the point of connection and dripping down Chloe’s thighs in thick rivulets.
“It’s coming out my front!” Chloe screamed, her voice muffled by the pillow. Indeed, with every deep drive, a little geyser of milky fluid gushed from her well-fucked pussy, spotting the sheets beneath them. She was a broken faucet, leaking from both holes.
“You’re a mess,” Brenna grunted, her balls swinging, slapping against Chloe’s clit with heavy, rhythmic thuds. “My mess.”
The pace became punishing, a piston-like fucking that had the cheap bed frame screeching in protest, threatening to buckle. Chloe’s asshole, stretched beyond its limits, began to pink and puff outward with each inward stroke, a tender, rose-like prolapse forming for a second before disappearing again as Brenna buried herself.
Brenna felt the climax coiling, a tsunami in her sac. She pulled out entirely, the sudden absence making Chloe cry out in loss. Her asshole gaped, a wet, open O, twitching helplessly in the air, a small, tender bulge of inner tissue visibly protruding for a moment before slowly, reluctantly retracting.
“Flip over. Now,” Brenna commanded, her voice rough.
Dazed, Chloe rolled onto her back, her eyes glassy. She didn’t have time to speak before Brenna knelt over her face, guiding her fat, dripping cockhead toward her parted lips.
“You wanted to taste victory? Choke on it.”
She fed the head in, and Chloe took it, her jaw straining immediately. Brenna didn’t wait. She grabbed two fistfuls of blonde hair and pushed down, her hips driving forward. Her cock plunged into Chloe’s throat, a massive, deformable bulge traveling down the blonde’s neck. Chloe’s eyes flew wide, a silent scream trapped behind the inches of flesh stuffing her esophagus.
Brenna fucked her face with the same brutal rhythm she’d used on her ass. In, out. The bulge formed and re-formed, a disturbing, sliding lump under Chloe’s skin. Gagging sounds, wet and desperate, were the only noise Chloe could make. Tears streamed from the corners of her squeezed-shut eyes, mixing with spit and pre-cum slicking her chin.
Brenna looked down, watching her own dick vanish into her best friend’s face. The sight tipped her over the edge. “Swallow it, you dumb cunt!” she roared, and slammed home one last time, hilting herself in the convulsing throat.
The orgasm ripped through her, violent and total. Rope after thick rope of cum fired directly into Chloe’s stomach. The initial, violent gagging subsided into weak, choked sputters. Then, halfway through the torrent, Chloe’s body went limp. Her hands, which had been clawing at Brenna’s thighs, fell away. Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites.
She was out. Unconscious.
Brenna, panting, gave a few final, pumping thrusts into the unresponsive mouth, emptying the last of her load. She pulled out with a slick, final pop.
Chloe lay completely still, a doll with ruined makeup. Her mouth hung open, slack. A river of cum overflowed her lips, cascaded over her cheeks, filled her nostrils, and dripped from her chin and nose in a steady, creamy flow. Her asshole, on the other side of her body, still pulsed faintly, clenching around nothing, a reflexive, empty twitch.
Brenna sat back on her heels, surveying her work. She wiped her own brow, flicking sweat onto the already filthy floor. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She reached over to the nightstand, found a half-empty water bottle, and took a long swig.
“Should’ve tapped out, loser,” she muttered to the unconscious girl, her voice a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated satisfaction. The mini-fridge in the corner wheezed, a dying sound in the suddenly quiet, cum-scented room. Outside, a car door slammed, a reminder of a normal world that felt a million miles away.