Chapter 28 Mandie #2
He grunted, his hips already snapping forward, driving into me with a rhythm that was less fucking and more claiming.
Each thrust rocked the table, the legs screeching against the floor, the Scrabble tiles rattling like they were trying to escape.
His claws dug into my ass, spreading me wider, and I could feel the way my pussy gripped him, slick and swollen, already dripping down my thighs.
I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to lose control.
I wanted him to ruin me. I could feel every ridge, every vein, dragging against my walls, my clit throbbing with each deep stroke.
My tits bounced with the impact, my nipples hard enough to ache, and when one of his secondary arms snaked around to palm my breast, squeezing just shy of pain, I sobbed, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it,” he rumbled, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
I would’ve, too. I would’ve let him fuck me on the table until I couldn’t walk. But then Johnny’s laughter cut through the haze of pleasure, sharp and bright like a blade.
Then the light seemed to bend around me.
Johnny wasn’t just standing there anymore.
He was shrinking, his body condensing down to something no bigger than my pinky, his spiky blond hair the only thing that gave him away as he dashed up my calf, his tiny hands and feet leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Johnny!” I gasped, my body jerking as he skidded up my inner thigh, his speed creating vibrations that hummed through my skin, straight to my clit. “What the fuck?”
“Relax, Mandie,” he purred, his voice a teasing whisper against my knee before he launched himself upward, his miniature body a blur as he raced across my stomach, his fingers dragging over my tattoos.
The sensations were insane. It was like being tickled and electrocuted at the same time, my nerves lighting up in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Every place he touched tingled, my skin hypersensitive, my pussy clenching around Matt’s cock like it was trying to milk him dry.
“Oh, god!” My back bowed, my nails raking across the table as Johnny zipped up my torso, his laughter echoing in my ears.
He didn’t just run, he vibrated, his super speed sending shockwaves through my body, my tits jiggling with the force, my nipples so hard they hurt.
He moved so fast, it was like he was all over my body at the same time.
“You like that, don’t you?” Johnny taunted, his breath hot against my wrist before he sprinted up my bicep, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Feels like I’m inside you, doesn’t it? Like I’m everywhere.”
“Fuck!” I whimpered, my body trembling, my pussy flooding. Matt’s thrusts never faltered, his grip bruising as he fucked me through the overload of sensation, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. “I—I can’t—!”
“Yes, you can,” Matt growled, his voice a dark promise. “You’re gonna take it. You’re gonna take all of us.”
And then Donovan got in position.
I didn’t even see it happen, not at first. One second, he was standing there, his gothic features flushed, his gray eyes dark with hunger.
Next, his body stretched, elongating like taffy, his limbs extending until he was nothing but a long, sinuous line of flesh and bone.
His torso lengthened, his arms and legs thinning out, his fingers weaving together as he swung himself around us, his body forming a living, breathing hammock beneath Matt and me.
The world tilted, my stomach lurching as he lifted us, his stretched-out form cradling us like a swing. Matt’s cock never left my pussy, his thrusts only growing deeper as Donovan’s body swayed gently, the motion sending me spiraling. Johnny still raced his tiny self all over my body.
“Easy,” Donovan murmured, his voice soft, almost shy, even as his body supported us effortlessly. “Just… let go.”
Let go? Fuck that. I wasn’t letting go of anything. Not when Matt’s cock was splitting me open, not when Johnny’s vibrations were turning my skin into a live wire, not when Donovan’s body was holding us, his flesh warm and pliant beneath my fingers as I gripped him for balance.
The swing of his body sent me rocking back into Matt’s thrusts, his cock hitting deeper, harder, and when Johnny dashed across my chest again, his tiny body leaving a trail of fire across my nipples, I lost it.
“Ah!” My back arched, my body locking up as the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clamping down around Matt’s cock like a vise. “Fuck, fuck!”
Johnny didn’t let up. He zoomed down my stomach, his speed creating a buzz against my clit that had me screaming, my orgasm doubling, my vision whiting out as pleasure tore through me.
I could feel my juices gushing, soaking Matt’s balls, dripping down Donovan’s stretched-out thigh, the obscene sounds of it mixing with my broken sobs.
“More,” I begged, my voice raw, my body still trembling. “I need more...”
Matt didn’t hesitate. He pulled out, his cock glistening with my arousal, before flipping me onto my stomach, my ass in the air.
Donovan’s body adjusted seamlessly, the swing of his form keeping me aloft as Matt slammed back in, this time hitting me from behind, his cock driving into me with a force that had me seeing stars.
“Yes!” I cried, my fingers clawing at Donovan’s flesh, my tits pressing into the warm, stretched-out plane of his chest.
The weightless suspension of Donovan’s stretched limbs cradled me like a living net, and my body swayed between pleasure and pain, every muscle trembling with overstimulation.
Matt’s cock was a brand inside my ass, his ridges rubbing against my walls with every brutal thrust, each drag sending white-hot sparks through my nerves.
My fingers clawed at Donovan’s rubbery flesh, nails sinking in as I tried to anchor myself, but there was no solid ground, just the relentless fullness of Matt fucking me raw, the slick, suffocating heat of Donovan’s body beneath me, and Johnny’s lightning-fast touches searing across my skin like a swarm of hornets.
Then Donovan’s tongue lashed out.
I didn’t even have time to brace. One second, I was gasping, my ass stretched obscenely around Matt’s girth, my pussy aching and empty, dripping onto Donovan’s chest. The next, his tongue, thick, wet, impossibly long, speared into my pussy with a wet, forceful push.
A scream tore from my throat as that muscular heat burrowed inside me, coiling, twisting, stretching me wider than any human tongue ever could.
My hips jerked forward on instinct, my thighs clamping around nothing as my pussy clenched around the invasion, my walls fluttering in desperate, traitorous waves. “Fucking hell!” My voice cracked, raw and broken, my back arching so violently I thought my spine might snap.
Matt’s growl vibrated against my skin, his claws digging deeper into my hips, his thrusts turning savage as my body convulsed around Donovan’s tongue.
I felt another rush of wetness flooding my pussy, my muscles clenching around Donovan’s tongue as he groaned, the sound vibrating through my clit. My orgasm was building, monstrous, unstoppable, coiling in my gut like a viper ready to strike. “I, I can’t! Ah! Ah! I’m gonna come—!”
Matt’s cock swelled in my ass, his ridges dragging against my walls, his balls slapping against my thighs with every brutal thrust. Johnny’s teeth sank into my nipple, his tiny body vibrating against my skin as he hummed, the sound resonating through my bones like a tuning fork.
“Do it,” he hissed, his voice a filthy whisper. “Come on his tongue, slut. Drown him in that sweet cunt. Let him taste how much you love this.”
That was all it took.
My back bowed off Donovan’s hammock, my body locking up as the orgasm ripped through me. A scream tore from my throat, raw and shattered, my pussy flooding Donovan’s mouth as his tongue milked me, drawing out every last drop.
My ass clenched around Gorath’s cock, my muscles fluttering, and he roared, his thrusts turning feral, his claws digging in deep enough to draw blood.
Even after my orgasm, they kept going, but Donovan's body rippled. His cock elongated like thick taffy, the head swelling as it snaked toward my face. I barely had time to gasp before it was there, pressing against my lips, the tip already weeping pre-cum, the scent of me all over it.
“Open,” Matt commanded, his voice rough. There was no arguing.
My lips parted.
Donovan didn’t give me a second to prepare. His cock lunged, forcing its way past my teeth, stretching my jaw obscenely wide. I gagged instantly, my eyes watering, saliva dripping down my chin as his length pushed deeper, deeper, until his balls rested against my lips.
My nose was buried at the base of his cock, the scent of sex filling my nostrils.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My throat convulsed around him, my gag reflex screaming, but Donovan didn’t pull back. He fucked my face, his cock pistoning in and out with slow, deliberate strokes, each one forcing me to take him deeper.
Matt’s thrusts never faltered, his cock hammering into my ass as Donovan’s dick choked me, my mouth stretched so wide my jaws ached. Johnny’s laughter was a distant, dark thing, his fingers toying with my nipples, pinching, twisting, sending fresh waves of pain-pleasure crashing through me.
“Look at you,” Johnny murmured, his voice a velvet taunt. “Stuffed full. Ass, mouth, and pussy, all at once."
Matt’s growl was pure, feral approval, his cock swelling inside me, his ridges dragging against my walls.
I hollowed my cheeks, my lips sealing around his shaft as I bobbed my head, my gag reflex struggling to keep up. Matt’s thrusts turned brutal, his cock pounding into my ass, his balls slapping against my thighs with wet, obscene smacks.
The multiple sensations, my throat stuffed, my ass reamed, my pussy penetrated, every surface of me vibrating, all while swinging midair, sent me spiraling, my body a live wire, my skin flushed and slick with sweat.
Johnny’s fingers never left my clit, circling, pinching, tormenting me as I choked on Donovan’s cock.
“She’s close again,” Johnny observed, his voice a dark chuckle. “Look at her, leaking all over." His fingers pressed harder against my clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
I couldn’t answer. Donovan’s cock was lodged in my throat, his hips snapping forward, forcing himself deeper. My eyes rolled back, my body trembling as another orgasm built, coiling tight in my gut.
My body convulsed, my ass clenching around Matt’s cock, my pussy flooding, my throat sealing around Donovan’s shaft as I came, my scream muffled, my vision whiting out. Matt roared, his cock pulsing as he unloaded inside me, his cum flooding my ass, thick and hot and endless.
Donovan’s cock jerked, his own orgasm tearing through him, his cum gushing down my throat as I swallowed around him, my lips sealed tight around his base, my tongue working to milk every last drop.
My body went limp, suspended in Donovan’s hammock, my ass still stuffed with Matt’s softening cock, my throat raw, my pussy throbbing.
I could feel Donovan’s cum dripping from my lips, could taste the salt of him mixed with the copper tang of my own arousal.
My skin was slick with sweat, my hair plastered to my forehead, my limbs heavy and boneless.