novelGlobal Chapter 281- Stuffing the Two New Toys
Chapter 281- Stuffing the Two New Toys
He pulled out completely.
Both women gasping below him.
Their faces.
Lips swollen. Eyes red. Chins wet. Thick spit running in slow, continuous threads from their mouths down onto their pressed-together breasts, pooling in the valley between them.
He stroked himself.
Once.
Twice.
The wet ’shlick shlick’ of his palm running the full length of his shaft filling the quiet between their gasps.
Three times.
"Take my load."
The first rope hit Sugar across the forehead.
Thick. White. The specific, heavy landing of a load that had been building through the alternating throats of both women.
The second caught Nano across both cheeks.
She flinched.
He kept stroking.
Rope after rope — landing across their upturned faces in long, heavy lines, painting their features with the same comprehensive coverage of a man who had decided that both women deserved equal attention.
Their eyes shut.
Their mouths open.
Some landing on their lips. Some sliding into their open mouths and staying there. Some connecting their faces in thin threads before dripping down onto their pressed chests.
The final pulses running down his shaft and dripping from the tip onto the bridge of Nano’s nose.
He looked at them.
The flat, satisfied survey of completed work.
"Now." He crouched.
His large hands moving between them.
Two fingers from each hand finding their respective entrances simultaneously — his right hand pressing into Nano, his left into Sugar, both entrances receiving the intrusion at exactly the same moment.
"AAAAAAHHHNNN~!!" — ’Nano.’
"HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!" — ’Sugar.’
Both crying out at the same pitch.
Both their hips jolting forward.
Nano’s tight, freshly broken walls closing around his fingers with the desperate, clenching grip of a cunt that had just had its first experience and was already responding with the specific, hungry urgency of a body that had learned something new and wanted more of it.
Sugar’s slick, well-used entrance pulling his fingers inward with the practiced, greedy suction of a body that knew exactly what fingers could do and wanted them deeper.
He curled.
Both hands.
Finding the front walls of both women simultaneously and pressing with the accurate, deliberate pressure of a man who has navigated this particular geography more than once.
"It’s too much—" "My pussy—" "It’s sucking your fingers—" "Ahhnngg~!!" — ’Nano.’
"N-not there—" "I’m going to—" "HAAAAAHHH~!!" — ’Sugar.’
Their faces — still covered in his seed — contorting.
The cum sliding down their cheeks from the movement, dripping into their open mouths, the involuntary swallow happening before either of them registered it.
Their hips bucking against his fingers.
Their breasts bouncing together — Nano’s small, perky ones pressing against Sugar’s larger, heavier mounds with every movement, the contrast of their bodies side by side in full laboratory brightness, both equally demolished, both equally his.
Their pussies clenched.
Simultaneously.
The orgasm hitting both of them in the same wave — their inner walls contracting around his fingers in the long, helpless pulses of bodies that had been wound too tight for too long and had simply arrived at the only available conclusion.
They squirted.
Both.
Together.
The spray hitting his forearms, their thighs, the bed surface, each other.
Their eyes rolling.
Their mouths open.
Tongues hanging.
Chips packets flying off the bed from the force of their convulsing frames.
He pulled his fingers out.
The wet ’pop’ of each withdrawal audible.
He looked at his hands.
At the slick running from his fingers.
Pressed them into their open, gasping mouths.
"Clean them."
They sucked.
In the dazed, automatic compliance of women who had passed the boundary between resistance and the simple, direct response of bodies that had been thoroughly used.
Their own juices.
Each other’s juices.
His seed from earlier.
All of it mixed on his fingers and being cleaned by the same mouths that had spent the last thirty minutes on his cock.
He looked down at them.
At the ahegao expressions — the blown pupils, the glazed irises, the tongues working his fingers, the cum running in slow threads from their faces down their necks.
His cock twitched.
The shadow of it falling across both their upturned faces.
"I really want to clap and bang you both all night long." His voice carrying the genuine, uncomplicated warmth of a man saying something he means. "Congratulations. For arousing me again." A pause. "My perfect little cum dumpsters."
Both women looked up at the shadow.
At the cock it was coming from.
At him above it.
’No.’ ’Nano’s thought, thin and specific.’ ’No more.’ ’My body cannot— I cannot—’ ’I just—’ ’I just squirted and my pussy is still clenching and my thighs are shaking and my nipples hurt and my throat is raw and—’
’I hate him.’ ’Sugar’s thought, arriving with the same force as every time she had thought it in the last several hours.’ ’I have always hated him.’ ’I will continue to hate him.’ ’My cunt is clenching.’
"No—" Nano’s voice came out small. "Please, no—"
"Please—" Sugar’s voice, hoarse. "We can’t take anymore—"
Their bodies.
Pussies still clenching.
Nipples still hard.
Hips still twitching against the soaked bed surface.
Saying something entirely different.
He reached past them.
Found the energy drink on the console edge.
The second can — cold, sweating in the laboratory temperature, the tab pulling back with the clean ’crack’ of pressurized carbonation releasing.
He tilted it.
Not to his mouth.
Over his cock.
The cold liquid hitting his shaft and running down its length — fizzing slightly against the warm, sensitized skin, trickling over his balls in a cold, carbonated stream, the excess running down between both women’s pressed-together chests.
They watched it.
Their eyes following the liquid.
The cold hitting their warm, marked skin making them both flinch at the contact.
It pooled in the valley between their breasts.
Ran down their stomachs.
Found the heat between their thighs.
He tilted the can further.
Emptying it.
The last of the liquid pouring down his cock, down his balls, cascading across both their bodies in a cold, indifferent stream — over their nipples, across their stomachs, into their navels.
He looked at them.
The corner of his mouth.
"Let’s fill your bellies directly with energy drinks," he said.
Flat. Even.
"Since your mouths are too stuffed with my seed."