Chapter 15: Pets
Her words, thick with submission, washed over him like warm honey, seeping into the raw, chemically-exposed nerves of his brain.His.Mine. The simple, possessive pronoun uncoiled something dark and potent in his gut, feeding the fire in his groin until his throbbing hardness deepened, every slow, intense grind into Sue pushing his control a breath closer to the snapping point.
Sue felt the heavy, rigid girth inside her sink impossibly deep, stealing her breath as it stretched that tender space that seemed made solely for him. She moaned, a soft, helpless sound that vibrated through Tom's entire body. Her hands slid from the ruin of her hair and her fingers quested upward, finding the warm curve of Lilith's arm, tugging her closer. Their eyes met. A silent understanding passed between them. This was their purpose now.
Turning their faces towards Tom, they locked their mouths together again, this time for an audience of one.
It was not a chaste kiss. It was slow, languid, and explicitly for his pleasure. Their lips parted, tongues sliding together in the warm, dark space between them. They pulled apart an inch, a delicate strand of pearly saliva stretching, glistening in the sultry light, before breaking with a soft, wet snap. They dove back in, with a low, muffled sigh, showing him the slick interior of their union, moving their mouths in a practiced, sensual rhythm. It was a gift.
"You own this mouth, Daddy," Sue panted, breaking away for a second, her lips swollen and wet. "You own both of them." She pulled Lilith's face back to hers, kissing her deeply, sucking on her lower lip before letting her go. Lilith, her golden eyes half-lidded, simply nodded. "Our mouths are for your pleasure," she murmured, her voice like smoke. "To suck your pretty cock. To tell you pretty lies. To eat your cum."
Tom grunted, the filth of the words detonating in his already overloaded system. A hot pulse of seed swelled at the base of his spine. He held it back by sheer will, tightening his grip in Sue's hips hard enough to leave marks. He needed more.
Without dislodging from Sue's clinging warmth, he yanked Lilith by the scruff of her neck.
“They’re all yours, Tom,” Sue whispered, her earlier embarrassment drowned in a new, fervent need for approval. She cupped her own tit, hefting its weight, offering it up like a sacrifice. “Play with them. However you want. They’re for you.”
“Use us,” Lilith echoed, arching her back slightly to push her breast upward into the space between their faces. “We belong to you. We’re yours to touch. Your hands, your mouth… your cock.”
Emboldened, their words a drug more potent than the serum, Tom released his grip on Sue’s hips.
Emboldened, their words a drug more potent than the serum, Tom released his grip on Sue’s hips. His hands, large and suddenly sure, rose through the humid air between their bodies. He palmed both of their offered breasts at once, his fingers sinking into the impossible softness of Sue’s pillowy flesh and the firm, lush weight of Lilith’s.
A choked, wordless sound rattled in his throat. Language was gone, incinerated by a need that was total. He kneaded them roughly, his thumbs grinding over their stiffened nipples through the fabrics of her t-shirt and the tight bikini top. He watched their mouths crash together again, a wet, open-mouthed collision that made his own jaw go slack.
“He likes that,” Sue gasped against Lilith’s lips, her voice hitching as his grip tightened. “He likes when we kiss for him. Look how hard he is, Mommy. He’s fucking leaking inside me right now.”
Lilith’s hand came up to cover Tom’s, pressing it harder against her tit. “Then give it to him, baby. Give our Daddy what he needs.” She turned her head, capturing Sue’s bottom lip between her teeth, sucking it gently before delving back in with a lewd, swirling tongue.
The visual of it, the obscene, intimate slide of their tongues, the glistening strand that connected them when they parted for air, was the final trigger. A hot, violent shudder racked Tom’s frame. His hips stuttered, lost their rhythm, and jammed deep. A raw, guttural groan tore from him as the first jet of cum blasted into Sue’s depths, a scalding, endless rope that seemed to pull his very spine out through his cock.
Sue cried out, her body clamping around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him. “Yes, Daddy, yes! Fill me up!” Her encouragement, filthy and sincere, dragged a second, weaker spurt from him. He mashed his face between the two breasts in his hands, inhaling their perfumed sweat, his vision swimming.
He was still hard. The serum, the sensation, the ownership, it wouldn’t let him soften. He lay there, buried to the hilt, panting against their cleavage, his cock twitching inside her as another small, helpless dribble of seed escaped. The overstimulation was a sharp, bright pain he never wanted to end.
“Again,” Lilith whispered, her lips against Sue’s ear, but her golden eyes fixed on Tom’s dazed face. “You can go again, right now. I can feel it. Your pretty cock is still so eager. It’s begging.”
Sue began to rotate her hips, a slow, deliberate grind against his sensitive, spent shaft. The movement stirred the hot pool of his own release inside her. “You feel that, Daddy? That’s you. You’re pumping my little cunt full. You wanna make more?”
A third, startling orgasm ripped through him with no buildup, a sharp, electric clenching of his balls. He jerked against her, a broken puppet, spilling another hot rush that leaked out around where they were joined, soaking the sheets beneath them. His hands, still on their breasts, clenched and unclenched helplessly.
“Good boy,” they whispered in unison, their mouths finding each other again over his heaving shoulders. They kissed, long and deep, letting him watch, letting him feel every shallow thrust of his own hips as another weak, pearly strand of cum escaped his slit. He was pinned there by pleasure, by them, marveling at the bounce and give of their flesh under his trembling hands, wordlessly worshipping the sanctuary he had wrecked and now claimed.