Read Novel Full Chapter 751: The Grove Witnesses 2 (r-18)
Chapter 751: The Grove Witnesses 2 (r-18)
I yanked out (both of them whining at the sudden emptiness, Madison a high "No—no—come back!") only to shove four fingers back into Vivienne, stretching her so wide she screamed, a raw, throaty
"Too much—too good—!" while I ground my thumb in brutal circles over her clit—slick, slippery sounds like someone stirring thick honey.
With Madison I used my mouth first, sealing over her clit and sucking hard, tongue flicking fast and mean.
The noise she made was pure porn: a wet, desperate "Nnnngh—right there—suck it, baby, suck my clit!"
Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking hard as I finger-fucked her with short, punishing jabs—plap-plap-plap-plap—each one forcing another obscene squirt against my palm.
Their voices overlapped, braided together:
Madison: "Listen to her cunt—God, she’s so fucking wet—" Vivienne: "Yours is louder—hear yourself gush every time he curls—fuck!"
I switched again and again, mouth on Madison, fingers destroying Vivienne; mouth on Vivienne, fingers stretching Madison until she was gaping and sobbing.
Every time I pulled my fingers free the sound was filthy—shlorp—followed by their twin whimpers of loss.
I ate them like a starving man: tongue spearing deep into Madison while I scissored four fingers in Vivienne, then swapping, biting swollen folds, tugging with my teeth until they shrieked.
The grove was nothing but noise now:
Wet, rhythmic schlk-schlk-schlk of fingers pistoning The sharp slap of my palm against their clits on every brutal thrust Madison’s high, broken wails:
"I can’t—another one—coming again—!" Vivienne’s low, guttural growls: "Harder—make it hurt—make me squirt on your face—"
I pressed my face between them both, impossible and perfect, tongue lashing Madison’s clit while four fingers hammered Vivienne, then switching so fast their sounds blurred into one continuous, wet symphony.
I added my thumbs—one grinding Madison’s clit in tight, ruthless circles, the other mashing Vivienne’s until she was bucking like a wild thing.
Their voices cracked, rose, shattered:
Madison: "I’m gonna—gonna squirt so hard—listen—listen to it—"
Vivienne: "Do it—come with me—let him hear us break—"
I snarled against Madison’s cunt, voice muffled in wet flesh: "Come. Both of you. Now. Scream my name while your cunts soak me."
They detonated.
Madison first—a high, piercing "Yes—yes—fuck—!" as her pussy locked down and she squirted in violent arcs, splattering my chest, my neck, my chin—splurt-splurt-splurt—each pulse accompanied by a fresh scream.
Vivienne half a breath later, deeper, raw: "Take it—take every drop—!" Her cunt gushed in thick, heavy waves, drenching my arm to the elbow, the sound like someone pouring cream—shhhhhhhlurp—while her entire body convulsed.
I forced them through it, fingers never slowing, mouth never stopping, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of them until the only sounds were their hoarse, wrecked sobs and the endless wet squelching of over-sensitized cunts being used past endurance.
Only then did I pull back.
The grove stank of sex and crushed clover. Their thighs trembled violently, cunts still twitching, gaping slightly, slick everywhere—glistening trails down their asses, pooling beneath them.
Madison’s voice was barely a whisper, cracked and ruined: "I can still hear myself... dripping..."
Vivienne laughed, a broken, filthy sound: "Me too... God, we’re wrecked."
I leaned over them, licked a slow stripe up Madison’s belly through the mess, then Vivienne’s.
Tasted them both mixed together—thick, salty-sweet, perfect.
I pressed two dripping fingers against Madison’s lips. She sucked them clean with a grateful moan. Did the same to Vivienne—she bit down hard, then licked apologetically, whimpering.
"Good girls," I rasped, voice completely shredded. "But we’re nowhere near done."
I sat back on my heels, unzipped slowly, and let my cock spring free—angry red, veins throbbing, precome dripping in a long, steady string.
Their eyes locked on it instantly, hungry again already, twin gasps filling the air.
I smiled, dark and slow.
"Now you’re going to take this the same way you took my mouth and fingers. Together. And I want to hear every moan and sound you make when I split you open."
My cock jutted up between us like a weapon forged for ruin: long, thicker than her wrist, heavy veins twisting along the shaft like living marble under silk skin, the fat crown flushed dark and glossy with precome.
Moonlight caught every ridge, every pulse, turning it silver and obscene. It looked almost too beautiful to be real, too brutal to belong inside anything human.
Vivienne’s eyes fixed on it and her breath stopped entirely. Madison made a soft, worshipful sound beside her, already reaching to stroke the length with reverent fingers, tracing the raised veins as if memorizing them.
"Look at it," she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. "It’s going to split her open."
Vivienne rose to her knees first, trembling, thighs still slick and shining from what my mouth had done to her.
She crawled forward until she straddled my hips, knees sinking into the crushed clover. I didn’t move to help her; I let her take the weight of what she was about to do.
She reached down with both hands (one to steady the base, one to spread herself) and lined that swollen crown up with her entrance. The head kissed her folds, nudged between them, and even that small contact made her gasp: a sharp, shaky inhale that trembled through her whole body.
Slowly, so slowly it was torture, she sank down.
The crown pressed forward, parting her. Her lips flushed dark rose, puffy and dripping, stretched wide around the flare, thinning to a translucent rim as they clung to every ridge.
A soft, wet sound escaped her: half sob, half moan, as the head finally breached her with a slick pop. Her cunt fluttered visibly, trying to adjust, the delicate skin at her entrance pulled taut and shining.
"Fuck... it’s too big," she whimpered, but her hips kept sinking anyway.
No matter how many times, I fucked them, my dick was still bigger for them even without making it bigger.
Inch by agonizing inch, she took me. The first half of my cock disappeared into her, swallowed by that perfect, greedy heat. Her walls rippled around me in frantic pulses, stretching, yielding, trying to accommodate the impossible girth.
I could feel every vein dragging along her insides (thick cables of heat scraping sensitive tissue, pulsing against her walls like secondary heartbeats).
Each ridge caught and released, caught and released, sending shocks through her that made her thighs quake.
Halfway down she stopped, breath sawing in and out, eyes wide and glassy.
Only half of me was inside her and already her lower belly showed the faintest swell (the outline of my cock pressing up beneath her skin like a brand).
"Look at that," Madison breathed, reaching out to trace the bulge with reverent fingers. "You can see him inside you, Viv. You’re so fucking beautiful like this."
Vivienne’s head fell back, throat exposed, a low, broken moan spilling out as she tried to take more.
Her cunt clenched hard around what it already had (a hot, wet vise that made my vision blur at the edges). I could feel every flutter, every desperate squeeze, the way her body fought and welcomed at the same time.
The veins throbbed against her walls, thick and unyielding, mapping every inch of her from the inside.
She rolled her hips experimentally and the sensation was blinding: the drag of those veins over her most sensitive places, the stretch burning sweet and perfect, her clit grinding against my pelvis with every tiny movement.
A fresh rush of slick coated me, easing the way, dripping down the half of my cock still exposed, glistening in the moonlight.
"Feel that?" I growled, voice rough as gravel. "Feel every vein owning you? That’s only half, Vivienne. You’re going to take it all."
She whimpered, nodded, tears of overwhelm glittering on her lashes, and sank another fraction lower.
The sight was obscene and breathtaking: her delicate, flushed cunt stretched impossibly wide around my cock, lips gripping me like they never wanted to let go, veins pulsing visibly beneath the thin skin where we joined.
A perfect, filthy union (her body flowering open for me, taking something that should have been too much and making it look like worship).
Madison leaned in, lips brushing Vivienne’s ear. "You’re doing so good, baby. Look how pretty your pussy looks stuffed full of him. You were made for this."
Vivienne’s answer was a shattered moan as she finally (impossibly) took another inch, her walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion, milking me in rhythmic pulses that made my balls draw up tight.
I let her set the pace, let her feel every merciless inch claim her, until she was seated fully, impaled to the root, trembling and gasping and more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen: cunt stretched to its absolute limit around my cock, veins throbbing deep inside her, our bodies locked together in the moonlight like something sacred and profane all at once.
And still, Madison waited her turn, my fingers already between her thighs, eyes dark with hunger.
Vivienne’s breath stuttered as the last inch of me forced its way inside her. There was no more room; her cunt simply had to tear itself open and worship me.