Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  I hear Mishanna laughing and look over my shoulder. She’s wanking a massive load out of Petr’s cock. Evidently, being smothered by my pussy inspired him to new heights of lust. Her stroking hand takes on a raunchy sound from all the cum soaking her fingers.

  “I think he likes the way you taste,” she laughs.

  “Mmmmmm, I like the way he’s tasting me,” I moan as his tongue flicks against my clit.

  While he’s kissing my quivering quim, Mishanna goes after his cock with both hands, her squeezing tits, and even a few lashes of her tongue. In no time she has him spurting again. He grabs my thighs and buries his tongue in my pussy as he’s cumming. I hold his head with my fingers laced in his hair, bouncing on his tongue and drizzling my nectar all over his lips and chin.

  “Ooohh! What a big load!” Mishanna cries with delight, massaging the last drops out. “He is a very good boy. I think we almost have him.”

  “Did you hear that, you satyr slut?” I ask, leaning my shoulders back so I can look into his eyes. “Keep sucking my pussy and you might actually make me cum. Then maybe we’ll finally satisfy you.”

  “Mmmmmmmmm!” He replies, clamping his mouth to my clit and sucking. He’s eager to prove himself and judging by the throbbing in the depths of my pussy he is going to succeed.

  He lasts all of about thirty more seconds before erupting again. This time his flow seems greatly diminished and Mishanna decides to catch it in her mouth, sucking it all out and swallowing his delicious cream. I ride faster and harder atop his face, smothering him with my nectar and nearly crushing his nose. My inner walls are trembling and my core is coiled up tight as a buggy spring under a load of paving stones.

  “That’s,” I gasp, riding with abandon atop his face. “Suck! Suck, damn you! AAAAAAH!”

  I wail with pleasure as I cum against his sucking mouth. My juices practically squirt out of me, coating his chin and dripping all over his neck. My thighs are soaked by my flowing fuckjuice. My orgasm ripples through me, radiating from my depths and ricocheting from my aching clit.

  In the midst of my pleasure, Petr moans against me and Mishanna milks out another load with her deft hand. This one seems to be almost two orgasms in one it goes on so long. When the last of his seed is spent on Mishanna’s wanking grip, his cock begins to wither.

  The flaccid length of his cock shrinks from Mishanna’s fingers. I roll off him to lie beside him atop the mossy boulder. As we are catching our breath, there is a strange shift in pressure in the air. A light begins to glow from beneath us, far brighter than the golden shaft of sunlight. I look over the side of the boulder and realize, to a mix of awe and horror, that the ground within the fairy circle has disappeared. In its place is a liquid surface that ripples gently over pure white light.

  “It worked,” croaks Petr, his lips and chin smeared with Mishanna’s cum.

  CONTINUE >

  Propose a titfuck marathon to drain Petr

  Mishanna has a pearly strand of satyr spunk dangling from her left nipple. I reach out and scoop it up, licking my finger clean of the sweet, buttery cum.

  “Mmmmm. It seems as if Petr has taken a liking to our breasts,” I say. “Yours in particular. Perhaps we should continue to pleasure him with them.”

  “I rather like that idea,” says Mishanna, pressing her breasts against mine and smearing more of the satyr cum between us. Her fat nipples rub against my sensitive buds. She kisses me and we share the lingering flavor of the satyr’s cum. Petr moans as he watches us kissing, embracing, and rubbing our breasts together.

  “Let’s squeeze him dry,” I whisper against her lips.

  Petr is practically vibrating by the time we crawl over to his lap and begin squeezing his cock between our breasts. Mishanna’s mounds engulf his cock, sliding up and down on him as I lean in to flick my tongue against his tip each time his cock emerges from the depths of her violet cleavage. His slippery precum is sweet beneath by tongue and plentiful enough to slick his shaft and make the thrusting easy.

  “G-g-going to c-cum,” moans Petr.

  “Oooooh, what a good boy,” moans Mishanna. “Squirt your seed upon my breasts. Squirt it into Beatrix’s lovely mouth.”

  “Nnnnhnnn,” I agree, tonguing his cock as it throbs between her breasts.

  His cum bursts in a milky welter from his cock, spraying my face and my tongue and drenching Mishanna’s breasts. I slurp and swallow what I can, before lifting my mouth and pressing my breasts against Mishanna to allow some of Petr’s cum to gush onto my pert mounds. We do not relent in squeezing his cock. He barely has time to recover before I take over, wanking him between my cum-slicked mounds as Mishanna massages his furry bollocks with one hand and kisses the satyr passionately. He’s still tangling tongues with Mishanna when he lets out a muffled cry and cums all over my breasts, my chin, and my upper chest.

  My hand takes over for my breasts, stroking his slippery shaft as Mishanna drapes her heavy breasts over his cock. His manhood completely disappears inside her bust as my wanking hand works his shaft and bounces the weight of Mishanna’s mounds.

  “Mmmmmm,” Mishanna moans against his lips. “I want you to pump your seed all over my breasts. Can you do that for me, Petr?”

  “Ohhhhh, y-yes, I’m a-almost there…oohhhhh…here hand…your breasts…it’s too much! AHHHH!”

  Mishanna quiets his moaning with another kiss just as his cum begins to spurt against her breasts and all over my hands and arm. The size of his explosion is definitely diminished, but his cock remains as hard even as I wank out the last drops of his orgasm.

  We try harder, rubbing our breasts together around his straining cock. My modest mounds crush against Mishanna’s heavy hillocks, squeezing and sliding all over his twitching cock. Petr pants, thrusting his hips and fucking into the slimy press of our tits. He cries out and we are drenched with another plentiful slathering of sweet satyr slime. Mishanna leans down, sucking him, licking his cum from my breasts, and finally stroking him against my cleavage.

  It’s my turn to press a kiss to Petr’s lips. I stroke his head and smash a kiss into his mouth, my tongue driving hungrily against his. Mishanna’s wanking and my cradling breasts have him at the edge in no time, but it is Mishanna’s secret weapon that finally pushes him over the edge.

  “Ohhh! Your finger!” He cries, looking down at Mishanna. She giggles mischievously and I realize she has worked the ring finger of her other hand into Petr’s ass. The sensation is clearly too much for him as he begins to cum with sudden vigor. He jets out a massive load, maybe even bigger than his first, that drenches my breasts and Mishanna’s arm in his pearly seed. He slumps back as Mishanna slides her finger out of his bum.

  “Look,” I gasp. “His cock is going soft!”

  Sure enough, Mishanna’s surprise attack has worked. It turns out that all Petr needed was a finger up his bum.

  Mishanna is about to say something when a bright white light begins to radiate from beneath us. The ground within the circle of mushroom has suddenly turned into a liquid surface with light radiating powerfully beneath it. The stimulation has worked!

  CONTINUE >

  Go for a ride on Babo’s face

  I don’t bother to ask Babo’s permission. I kick off my boots and strip my trousers from my hips down my toned thighs. Babo lets out a squeak of desire as he sees me peeling off my panties and revealing my delicate folds and the dark thatch of my hair. Mishanna takes my seat on the stump, watching with interest as I walk over to Babo and stand astride the gnome’s head.

  “Beautiful,” he murmurs, staring up between my thighs. “Sit on me. Sit. I’m your chair. Nnnnnaaaa!”

  He flops his tongue up and down as if already pleasuring me. What a disturbing sight. But not enough to deter me after the look of ecstasy I saw on Mishanna’s face. I need that same pleasure. I need the gnome’s tongue eagerly worshipping me. I turn away from his face, standing just as Mishanna had stood as I begin to bend my knees and lower my throbbing quim towards the gn
ome’s face.

  Babo mutters lewdly beneath me, “Oh, yes, sit your greasy gash on my face. Mmmmm. Yes, lower. Lower. Ohhh, I can smell it. I can almost taste it. Feed it to me. Smother me. Mmmmmmm. Nnnnnaaa!”

  I cry out as his tongue grazes my descending folds. I jerk upwards, denying him for a moment before regaining my nerve and sitting properly on the gnomes bearded face. His hot breath tickles into my crack and against the sensitive pucker of my anus. He sniffs me shamelessly, seeming to relish my scent. His whiskers tickle against my folds and the gnome’s tongue is a hot vibrating feather against the tiny button of my pleasure. He licks my clit with such deft eagerness that I feel as if I will climax almost instantly.

  I recover from that initial shock of pleasure and I begin to move against him, bracing a hand on his belly as I ride lightly over his face. His wee hands are on my buttocks, spreading my cheeks and guiding me to slide lower so his tongue can slide between my cunt and the knot of my anus. A deep moan escapes my lips and my breasts heave and strain against the laces of my blouse.

  Babo’s skill with his tongue and his eagerness are impressive, but it is his absolute surrender to my desire that is what is driving me mad. He does not seem to care if he can breathe at all. In fact, he reaches around me and pulls on my thighs, encouraging me to sit more heavily on his face.

  I do it. I use him as my chair. I use him for my pleasure, squeezing my thighs atop him and pressing the trembling mound of my cunt against his slurping, licking, and sucking mouth. I feel him struggling to breathe and it only heightens my pleasure to know he would suffocate beneath me if I let him.

  “Oohhhhhh gods,” I cry, bouncing my firm bottom against his face, driving his head into the grass as I lift my creamy cheeks and slam them down again. His tongue slips and slides from my crack to my cunt. He is inside me one moment and licking urgently at my clit the next. He moans and gasps beneath me and suddenly his cock is twitching, spurting out ropes of cum that spatter his wee legs and his belly.

  The sight of his submissive climax drives me over the edge. I cry out as I ride rough atop the gnome’s face. Pleasure explodes from my core and my nectar flows with each pulse of my inner walls. I feel my juices soaking his face and drenching his beard. Babo cries out with joy even as his tongue continues its fevered dance against my clit.

  At last, my pleasure spent, I fold over in half and roll off his body. Babo lies there panting beside me as I slowly manage to push myself to my knees and then my feet. Mishanna watches with amusement. I’m in a flushed daze, my thighs still quivering with the force of my climax. I glance back at Babo and see his face completely red and glazed with my cum.

  “Well done,” I say to him. I stagger over to my discarded clothing and begin to dress.

  “I told you he had his uses,” chuckles Mishanna.

  I nod and then break into a grin, my face reddening with embarrassment. “We both enjoyed that a bit too much.”

  We gather our weapons and are about to continue our journey when Babo calls out to us. The gnome is sitting up in the clearing and I see that he has wiped his beard clean.

  “Be careful,” he warns. “You will need to cross the bridge to get over the rapids. Beware the troll. He will demand a price to cross his bridge and if you do not pay, well, he will take what he wants.”

  The threat of a troll lurking under a bridge recalls countless tales my father and grandfather related to me when I was a child. Trolls were huge, scary foes that liked to feast on misbehaving children and waylay travelers who dared to cross their bridge.

  “We will manage,” says Mishanna, apparently less concerned with trolls. “Farewell, gnome.”

  “Yeah, goodbye, Babo,” I say, wiggling my fingers at him.

  “Safe journeys,” he says, hopping to his feet.

  Mishanna and I set off on the path through the woods. We have learned our lesson about trying to creep through the shadows and instead walk boldly down the dirt road that winds among the trees.

  CONTINUE >

  Give Petr a double handjob

  I did my fair share of sums and tabulation working behind the counter at my family’s store, converting coins from all over the realms, from Kornasi horsehead pennies to old silvers from the western empire. It hardly taxes my mind at all to know that two women and four hands should equal satisfaction for our perpetually premature friend perched on the boulder.

  “Our hands,” I say to Mishanna. “We will massage him to satisfaction.”

  “I was thinking the very same thing,” she replies with a smile. “We will milk his singular udder until he has exhausted his supply of lust.”

  She smirks as she climbs onto the boulder, her wide hips swaying as Petr stare in awe of her body. I crawl beside her onto the mossy rock and over Petr’s right leg as Mishanna crawls over his left. We meet at his twitching cock. Mishanna massages her fingers up his inner thigh and cradles the furry pouch of his bollocks. I grasp the pink shaft of his cock, still damp with his cum, and begin to gently work my hand up and down. This elicits a shuddering gasp from Petr, who sits up with his arms braced behind him.

  “Does that feel good?” I ask him, crawling closer.

  “S-so good,” he moans.

  The cum provides ample lubrication for my fingers. Mishanna moves one hand from his bollocks up to his shaft to join my efforts. I keep one hand stroking just beneath the head of his cock and the other cupping the tip and gently squeezing and massaging his cockhead. As I am doing that, I find myself draw closer and closer to him, until my lips are nearly pressed to his. He stares at me, his eyes suddenly widening, and he gasps as his cock spurts a thick load against the palm of my hand. His cum splashes down over my fingers and onto Mishanna’s as we both milk out of his load.

  I lean in that last small distance and press a kiss to Petr’s lips. His mouth is sweet, yielding, and his tongue as soft and deft as anyone I have ever kissed. The heat seems to pour out of him, his chest hitching with each breath and his gasps of pleasure vibrating against my lips as he trembles through the last of his orgasm. Our stroking continues, our fingers drenched in his cum and the pleasant, nutty scent of his seed filling the air.

  “The boy still stands tall,” says Mishanna.

  I break the kiss and pull back to have a look at his lap. His furry loins are spattered with spunk and his cock is foamy with his churned seed. That kiss and the sight of his twitching cock, still eager for pleasure, sends another peal of lust through my core.

  “We’re going to have to give him further stimulation,” I say, rubbing my breasts against his arm and kissing his muscular shoulder.

  “More stroking?” Mishanna asks, running her fingers over his shaft.

  “Maybe,” I say. “But we have to overwhelm him completely. Until he just can’t stand it anymore.”

  “We have gone this far,” says Mishanna, wiping her hands clean in the moss. “Let us go this last distance. Finish the boy off.”

  I gaze into Petr’s honey brown eyes and he looks at me adoringly. He takes my hand and gives it a squeeze, saying, “I believe in you.”

  What should I do now?

  I need to fuck the satyr

  I’ll wank Petr while Mishanna sits on his face

  Mishanna will wank Petr while I straddle his face

  Squeeze our buttocks around the satyr’s cock

  I ponder our plan for pleasuring Petr and his perfect prick. His cock twitches with anticipation. Mishanna faces him, perhaps contending with the same puzzle of pleasure. I have a lovely view of Mishanna’s long neck, muscular back, wide hips, and luscious buttocks. Gazing upon those plump mounds, so soft and yet so firm, I find myself picturing the buns of a fresh rye roll and between those halves a juicy summer sausage dripping with grease.

  Yes, it might work! A mischievous smile spreads my lips as I realize we could share him between us, positioning ourselves so that Petr’s summer sausage is trapped between two buns rather than one.

  “Our rears,” I say, which confuses Mishan
na.

  She glances at me over her shoulder and says, “Areas?”

  I plant one hand on her right buttock and give it a squeeze. “Bottoms. Asses. Butts. Backsides. Petr’s cock could be cradled between them. In fact, I propose we squeeze our bottoms around him from two sides, completely squeezing him and offering no escape.”

  “Hmmmm, let me see,” she says and motions for me to turn.

  “Do not pretend you haven’t seen my bottom before,” I say, a hint of heat in my face as I turn and arch my back to push my firm buttocks towards Mishanna. “We have, ah, bathed together.”

  “Yes, we do tend to get wet,” she purrs and gives my bottom a two-handed squeeze. Her breasts press against my back and her hot breath tickles my bare shoulder and left ear. “Mmmm. Yes, just checking it was still there. I like your plan. Let us squeeze the hardness right out of that poor boy.”

  “You heard her,” I say. “Scoot that furry butt over to the low end of that boulder. We’re going to wrap you up in buns!”

  “Ohhh!” His eyes bug out, but he obeys, sliding to a dip on one end of the bolder. The boulder flattens out in that spot and leaves plenty of space for me to flank him with Mishanna. Getting into position is a bit more difficult. We squat, giggling and looking over our shoulders to line up my firm little peach with Mishanna’s bigger, softer onion. With our backs arched and our bums thrust together, we descend on Petr’s pulsating pillar.

  His cock brushes against the folds of my pussy and I nearly push downward to have that fat cock inside me. I resist the urge and reach between my legs to guide him to my crack.