Courting Crazy

by J G Jerome

  Chelsea pops Little Jack out of her lips as she pulls my sock off. “Aren’t you polite, Jack!”

  I chuckle, “Good practice to be polite to your fiancé when she has your cock in her mouth.”

  Chelsea joins my laughter as she pulls off the second sock. She kisses my little friend and then stands and pulls me into a passionate kiss. “I’m going to skip the orgy games until you’ve properly made love to me, Jack. Don’t make me wait too long. This looks like fun!” She winks at me and waves me towards Christie.

  I kiss her again quickly, and then grab a fistful of Christie’s hair and lift her up as I cup her pussy with the other hand. She’s moist, but not wet enough for me to ram into her like she wanted earlier. I call out, “Trina! Daphne! Would you make sure your sisters are warmed up please!” I hear a pair of “Yes Master” responses before I give Christie my full attention. I know neither of them is shy about loving on the ladies.

  I hear Georgia exclaim, “I don’t need warming up, Master. I’m your wet Seelie slut. Please use me hard!”

  I release Christie’s hair and slide my hands down her still sleek, pregnant body as I squat behind to face her exposed pussy. I place a hand on each butt cheek as I respond, “Georgia, if you’re not careful I’m going to put a collar on you and walk you naked through downtown Scottsdale before fucking you beside the canal.”

  I slurp Christie’s lips into my mouth and suck on them as I slide two fingers under her to tickle her clit. She starts to moan and rock. I feel fluid gathering on my upper lip, so I wet my fingers with it and resume my assault on her clit. Christie starts keening. Finally she exclaims, “Take me Lord. Show them I am yours. Take me like you own me, Jack!”

  I stand and line myself up and hilt myself in one smooth motion into Christie’s tight wet channel. I grab her hair again and arch her back as I slam into her a second time. Slowly I arch her back more as I pound into her over and over. I lean over and whisper into her ear as I slide my right hand around to her clit and hold her head next to mine. “Why did you choose me that day, my Love?”

  “Because I needed you, Jack.”

  “Louder, Baby!” I whisper urgently.

  “Because I needed you, Jack,” she gasps loudly in time to my thrusts. “I needed you to eat my flesh. My people needed you to become the Green Lord. I needed you to own me forever. Use me, my Lord. I am yours. I’m not a slut! I’m not a seer! I am nothing but yours. Use me as you need me, my Love!” Christie continues to shout as she arches her own back in an impossible arch. I circle my left hand around to capture her torso. I have the good fortune to find her right breast in the palm of my hand. I squeeze it as I pound her and nibble her neck.

  “You are mine, Christie. I am yours. I love you and now that you are back, I can move forward. I’m going to breed you incessantly. You will spend 50 of the next 100 years bearing my children.” Then I squeeze her nipple and she explodes with a scream. She didn’t squirt when we were together before, but she sure does now. I feel her spray my hips and feel the torrent run down my legs as she flops and bucks in my embrace. I’m really close, but I manage to hold back and pull out. I lean over Christie’s back and turn her face to kiss her.

  “You didn’t finish in me, Jack. Please finish in me. Please.”

  “Next time, my love. Remember, I’m going to breed you frequently. You’ll have my seed in you all the time.” She smiles and pulls me into her for another kiss.

  “Okay. Go breed Charli. She really wants to be your baby mama.”

  It’s inevitable that Charli is going to get my load anyway, but I need to hold off long enough to take her with me. I tap Trina on the shoulder, she looks into my eyes as she stands. “Charli is ready for you, Master. Breed that sweet little pussy!” I kiss Trina in thanks before she moves down to introduce her talented tongue to Georgia.

  I look at Charli’s ‘sweet little pussy.’ I remember from Thanksgiving how accurate that description is. Her pussy is built like the vaginal equivalent of a pouty mouth. Prominent outer labia and puffy inner labia. Her clit is prominent, whether she is aroused or not. She confided to me that she has been known to wear a martial arts groin protector to keep her clit from distracting her from contact with her clothes. The taste of her on Trina’s mouth reminded me that her juices taste like sweet peaches. I’m tempted to drink from the font, but I see her little gasping pussy channel opening and closing like a baby sucking on a tit. I line up on her entrance, and she gapes open wide as she senses me approaching. I press into her tight slick channel. She is the tightest of all my ladies, and she groans as I enter her.

  “Lord! You’ve gotten bigger. Please don’t get bigger, Jack. I haven’t had my triple-play yet!” I reach down and grasp her curly, dirty blond hair in my fist. I bend her back as I recall what else she likes. I reach under her to cup her right breast in my right hand, and then quickly release her hair to reach under and grab the left. I pinch each of her nipples gently as I pull back, and then push forward hard. She’s so tight, I only make it about three quarters inside.

  I lean forward and pull her nipples as I retreat again. She whimpers as I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to fill you with my seed, Charli!” She whines and squirms as I push forward again. “I’m going to empty my balls into that sweet, tight little pussy of yours.” Almost! I made it just short of hilting her. As I slide backwards again, pulling and twisting her nipples, “I shall make you ovulate, so we don’t waste all that seed. What do you think, Charli my Love?”

  I thrust forward as she nods her head vigorously. I’m in! I squirm around inside her. Damn! I’m not going to last long! “Louder, Charli. I can’t hear you. What do you want, Charli?”

  I pull slowly back until just the head is inside her. I wait there. She whispers, “Breed me, Jack.”

  I slowly move forward until I’m hilted inside her again. I say in a clear voice, “I’m sorry, Charli. I couldn’t hear you.” I squeeze and pull her nipples harder as I pull back out and release the pressure as I slam into her immediately.

  She moans as I set a steady rhythm of pinching her nipples hard as I slam into her, and pulling them to stretch as I withdraw. After about three strokes, she yells, “Lord! Please! Breed me, Jack! Breed me! Give me your baby!” I reach out with my will to cause her to rapidly mature an egg and send it down her fallopian tubes. I do multiplication tables in my head as I keep my onslaught on Charli’s sweet, loving body...trying to delay the inevitable long enough to get her egg in place. I can push things along a little bit, but physics and biology do limit the speed of what I can do in some cases. Finally, I sense all is ready.

  I stop at the end of my forward stroke. I whisper to her, “Are you sure, my Love. All is in readiness. I will breed you right now if it is your desire.”

  She looks over her shoulder and looks into my eyes with a brilliant smile. “Give me your baby, my Lord!”

  I bend forward and kiss her as I pull in both directions. She shivers in anticipation. I release her lips and tell her, “I love you Charli!” Then I pound into her hard and fast as I pinch and pull her nipples. She screams and clamps down on my cock, and I can feel her ridged muscles start to milk me. So I do what any man would do - I unload into her has I continue to pound her through our shared orgasm.

  She moans and groans, “Oh! Yes! Fuck! Yes! So! Hot! Love! You! Lord! Mine! Jack! Mine!” Then she falls limp. The milking sensations continues for a bit. I hold her to me, and her head flops back to lay on my shoulder. She cracks an eye open, and says in a warm, clear voice. “Please take another bite of me, Jack!” I kiss her, and then drop my mouth onto her trapezius. I lick, suckle, and nibble the muscle. When I feel her have an aftershock, I open my mouth and take a huge bite out of her muscle. She gasps and comes again hard. I chew her offering, and swallow the ambrosia of her flesh. Then I lick the open wound. It starts to heal immediately with no effort on my part. She turns to me and looks into my eyes. “You give me so much, Jack. I give you all that I am, my Lord. My Love.” She kisse
s me, and then slumps forward. I lay her gently down and slowly slide out of her.

  Chelsea comes over with a glass of water and smirks, “That is something else, Fiancé! We need to have that wedding quickly! My wolf wants some of that badly. Quite honestly, so do I!” She kisses me deeply. “I may be kinkier than I thought.”

  I chuckle at that. “You will get the love that you need and want, Chelsea. Rest assured. I want to get this shit sorted with the courts, so I can hunt down the Dread Lord and then spend time loving my beautiful ladies.”

  Chelsea smiles wistfully, “I doubt it will go smoothly, but it sounds wonderful, Jack.” She kisses me again slowly, passionately. Then she takes the glass and announces with a flourish, “Next up, Solange!”

  Daphne backs her face out of my chocolate-skinned lover’s pussy, and sticks two fingers inside her. Looking up she says, “Are you ready, Master? Solange is definitely ready! She really didn’t need my help, but orders are orders, Master!”

  I look down and Little Jack is rapidly rising to the occasion. I nod quietly and smirk. I beckon Daphne to me. I kiss her deeply as she fingers Solange. “You’d take another turn too, wouldn’t you, Precious?”

  “Of course, Master! But I need to ensure my sisters all get taken care of, too. I love them too much to let my greed deprive them. Besides, I had a whole month’s worth of orgasms in the truck from you alone, not counting what Trina did to me.” She grabs my cock and pulls me toward Solange’s waiting pussy. “Let’s go mister! We’re burning daylight, and these pussies aren’t going to fuck themselves!” We both laugh as she pulls her fingers out of Solange, and I slide right in to hilt myself into her. I pull her back and push her hips down just a tad to ensure I’m hitting her G-spot. I put my left hand under her and push up to increase the friction on the target. I spit into my right hand, and then let the fluid slide off my fingers to rest in Solange’s rosebud.

  Solange begins her first orgasm on my second stroke. I lean over my beautiful ‘Hot Chocolate’ lover and nibble her shoulder. She looks over her shoulder at me. “Oh, beautiful man!” She gasps. “You complete me, Jack! Make love to me, Jack!”

  I pull her face back and lean forward as I hilt in her. I kiss her, languorously. “I’m going to violate you, Solange my Love,” I tell her as I withdraw and slam back into her and set a steady rhythm of brutally fucking her juicy, hot pussy. She flutters over my cock as she starts her second orgasm. I continue to pound her. The intensity of her orgasm goes to overdrive as her G-spot gets enough stimulation to take her to the next level. I keep the pressure on as Solange drives back to meet each of my thrusts. I reload my right hand with spittle and again pour it into her rosebud. I adjust my left hand to press the heel of my hand above her mons, and stimulate her clit with two finger tips. As she starts to get more frantic, I start to tease her asshole with my right thumb.

  Solange moans, “Oooooh! Jack, do it! Violate me! Use me, darling!”

  I continue to brutally pound her pussy, rub her clit, and tickle her sphincter. She slowly works herself into a frenzy. Her ribbed internal muscles suck at me, while I abuse her. Solange begins to buck as she clasps me and shakes her head rapidly from side to side while keening. That’s when I push my thumb inside her. Her whole body seizes up and I feel a flood of hot fluid wash over me and drip out onto my balls as she shouts her release. Her hands reach for me, so I remove my thumb from her assault and lean forward to inhale her spicy, coconut scent. “I love you so much, Solange,” I tell her as I lock my fingers with hers.

  “I’m your Hot Chocolate, Lord!” she gasps as her spasms slow.

  I chuckle, “You most definitely are, my Darling.”

  As she slowly returns from her bliss, she chuckles, “So Sowie must be your licorice bon bon.”

  I laugh as I nod, “She most certainly is. I’ll have to tell her that. I’m going to leave you now, Darling.”

  She transitions immediately to business mode despite having my cock inside her. “Yes Lord. I need to go get my stuff at Megan’s house before she shows up with Selene.” I pull out of her and pull her to me. She presses her beautiful full breasts and firm body tightly against me. “I’ll take Charli with me and leave Daphne in charge of the Ravens. I’ll pack a travel bag with my suit uniform with some pumps, maybe another business suit, a set of Tac-gear. I need to get a clutch like Trina’s.”

  Trina stops her assault of Georgia, “If you got my bag out of Myra’s SUV, I’ve got one for you. I brought toys.”

  Solange nods, “Can you think of anything else, my darling man?”

  “Laptop computer or iPad. Pad of paper and a couple of pens. You’re playing the part of PA and-or analyst.”

  Christie walks up to Solange and myself. She kisses Solange, and then she kisses me. “Fuck Georgia, Jack. I know you want to put her off, but she needs it to feel included. She’s been ostracized her whole life. She craves inclusion. Fuck her and take her as a concubine. She will be humping your leg incessantly unless you do.” She looks over at Georgia with concern and love. “I don’t necessarily mean that in a figurative sense. Trina, I’ll show you where the bags from the arena are.”

  Christie kisses Solange and me again before leaving our shared embrace. She reaches a hand for Trina. Trina coos to Georgia as she her fingers work the Seelie girl’s pussy, “You’re such a good girl, Georgia. Master is going to love you so much. If you want to give yourself to him, tell him. He won’t eat your flesh unless you ask. Welcome to the family, Darling.” She kisses each of Georgia’s quivering ass cheeks before she gets up. She takes Christie’s hand in her left, and offers her wet fingers to her. Christie shrugs before popping the offered treat into her mouth. She sucks them, and then licks them clean. I spank both their asses as I step around them to get to Georgia.

  “Georgia, Chelsea was right. This is no way to have your first time with me.” I stand behind her resting Little Jack’s hard form in the cleft of her ass.

  “Please, Lord. Just take me. Treat me like one of your concubines, then bite me to make it true. Make me your sex slave, Master!”

  Okay, my inner Dom insists I follow through at that. I line myself up and push in only to hit resistance. “Georgia, you’re still intact.” Chelsea whips her head around and stops ignoring the proceedings. I continue, “Damnit, Trina! You could have told me!”

  Trina calls from down the hallway, “Doesn’t matter, Master. She’s wound so tight, she will barely notice.”

  Georgia tries to push herself onto me, but I hold her firm with my hands and back out. “Pleeeease! Master, take me! Take all of me!” I spank her sharply once on each cheek. She gasps, and thick creamy fluid seeps from her.

  Georgia’s squirming only gets worse after the spanking. “Please, Master! Please use me, Master! Please, please, Master! Please! Pleeeease!” At that long, drawn out plea, I give in to the poor, beautiful, broken girl. I douse Little Jack in the thick milky fluid seeping from her gash, line him up and PUSH! She screams as I push in to the hilt.

  I think she’s screaming from pain, but she’s bucking and squirming like she’s in the throes of a mind-blowing orgasm. Taking that as a cue, I bend over her and slide my hands under both sides of her torso and pull her back. I step back, and she steps with me, bracing her torso with her hands on the back of the couch. I ask softly into her ear, “Are you okay, Georgia?

  “Oh yes, Master! That was awesome! Can you heal my hymen and break me again?”

  Chelsea sits down hard in the chair in the corner and presses the heel of her hand into her crotch as she moans, “Damn! She is so broken, but it’s so hot.”

  Marisol sits on the arm of the chair and wraps an arm around her, cooing in her ear, “Soon, Alpha Bitch. Soon.”

  Chelsea looks in my eyes as I nod at her. She groans and shivers.

  I cup Georgia’s throat and squeeze gently. “Of course, my little Seelie Slut. I will break you over and over to make you whole.” She groans in ecstasy at the thought of it as she pushes back into me. “You
do realize that I haven’t begun with the good part yet, right?”

  Her head whips around to look at me, “Huh?”

  I shake my head emphatically. “Now I’m going to give you a real reason to orgasm,” I whisper to her. I hear Chelsea groan. I look up, and Daphne is sitting on the floor at her feet watching me with one hand in her pants and the other wrapped around Marisol’s leg. I shake my head with a wry grin, then I hook Georgia’s left leg and hike it up high. Her knee is resting in my left elbow, which causes her body to turn towards me in that direction. My left hand cups her breast with her diamond hard nipple between my thumb and first two fingers. I pinch it as pull back and adjust my feet. She tries to look at me over her left shoulder, but I’m limiting the motion of her head with my right hand.

  I tell her, “Hands on your head, Love.” Georgia’s hands fly up to clasp her fingers on top of her head

  I slam into her hard from this new position. Her left eye rolls then grows to saucer size as her mouth takes on the classic ‘o’ form. She’s beautiful in ecstasy and smells like ripe, blooming carnations and honey. “Georgia, you belong to me.” I slam into her again, which elicits a whine. Her muscles are milking me inside as she shivers and bucks. I pinch her nipple harder and slam into her again. “You are mine!” Slam! “I own you!” Slam! “Your only purpose…” Slam! “...is to please…” Slam! “...me!” She’s keening and twitching. I release her throat only long enough to spank her right ass cheek hard. “Do not move your hands, young lady!” Slam! I squeeze her throat gently. “Do you understand?” Slam! “You…” Slam! “...belong…” Slam! “...to me!” Slam!

  I whisper in her ear, “Don’t you dare hold back on me, Georgia! Give me all you have!” Slam! “Surrender, Georgia!” Slam! “Your orgasms belong to me!” Slam! “Give them to me!” Slam!

  She does! She bucks, screams, and spasms around me, flooding Little Jack with her fluids. I continue pounding into her and feel splats of her fluids drop onto my bare foot. I keep pounding until I’m on the brink and then I stop. I pull out of her, pick her up, and walk around the couch to set her down on the floor in front of Chelsea and Daphne. Georgia gracefully spills into a splayed kneeling position. “Georgia, you may drop your hands now.” She slowly does and places them on the floor in front of her to hold herself up.