by Hondo Jinx
Remi strained, unable to break free from Nina’s telekinetic bondage. She was upright, ass under her, arms over her head, and legs jutting up, the thighs pressed against her upper body. Her glistening sex was spread wide open.
“You’re the fuck toy,” Nina said. “And we don’t have to wait for Brawley. You might be able to bench press the RV, but I can gather force out of thin air. Gather it, shape it, and use it.”
“Let me go,” Remi said, “or…guhlk…” Her mouth spread wide open. Her eyes bulged. So did her throat.
“Suck my dick,” Nina said.
Remi’s eyes were wild with surprise and frustration and something else.
This is turning her on, Brawley realized. She’s not used to being overpowered.
Then Remi was gagging rhythmically. Her head bobbed in time with the lewd sound. Her pretty mouth stretched wide open, and with each stroke of the invisible rod, her lovely throat bulged.
“A week ago,” Nina said, still lying there naked and hogtied, “I wouldn’t have been able to do all of this, not simultaneously. But Brawley made me strong. Lucky you. Now I can hold you down and fuck your mouth at the same time. In fact, I can do more than that.”
Remi’s eyes bulged even wider, and beneath her deepthroat gagging, she whimpered with surprise.
And not just surprise, Brawley realized. Arousal, too. Remi was so turned on, she could barely take it.
“What do you say we warm you up for our husband?” Nina said.
Remi’s exposed sex opened slowly, as if being spread by invisible fingers. The swollen pink flesh glistened with her juices.
Remi moaned, eyes fluttering, as her sex stretched wider.
“I’m going to give it to you from both ends,” Nina said, leering from her position of hogtied nakedness. “Ready?”
“Mmhm,” Remi whimpered, beyond even faking resistance now. The tiny force mage was taking the muscular Carnal, using her, owning her, and Remi loved it.
Then Sage sauntered into the room, wrapped in a fluffy, white towel and combing out her long, blond hair. Her glasses were fogged over, but when they turned in Brawley’s direction, she smiled. “Welcome back, husband. I sense that your training went well. Are you enjoying your wives’ spirited struggle for dominance?”
“I am,” Brawley said, stepping into the room and unbuckling his belt, “but their battle is over. I’m fixing to remind them who’s in control.”
5
Brawley pulled off a boot. “Nina, let her go.”
“Aw,” Nina pouted. “I was just getting ready to spitroast her.”
“Let her go,” Brawley said. “Now.”
The bound beauty huffed with disappointment but obeyed.
“Ha!” Remi shouted, and sprung from the couch.
“Stop,” Brawley said.
Remi froze, and her triumphant snarl faded.
“Get back on the couch,” he told her. “Get back like you were. Exactly like you were. Like Nina was still holding you in place.”
“What?” Remi said. “Why?”
“Because I told you,” Brawley said, and the dominant primordial beast rose in him, rising a geyser of Carnal lust. If that little cat girl strolled in now, he’d fuck her straight into another dimension.
Grumbling, Remi returned to the couch, lifted her legs into the air, and held her arms overhead. “There. Happy?”
“Almost,” Brawley said. “Open that pretty mouth of yours and stick out your tongue.”
Remi obeyed, opening her mouth wide. Her wet, pink tongue stretched out. A thin line of saliva stretched down, drooling onto her hard nipple.
“That looks good on you,” Brawley said. “Now you just wait your turn.”
Remi gave a slight nod, her eyes glittering with wanton desire.
And because he was feeling cruel, Brawley gave her a squeeze of Seeker juice. “You’re aching for it, darlin.”
Remi moaned, and her eyes fluttered.
Impulsively, he was tempted to push her over the edge and make her cum. She was so aroused she’d squirt halfway across the room, soaking Nina’s naked, hogtied body in the process.
Tempting. But no.
He was going to handle this old-school.
He dropped his pants, and his erection popped free, standing tall and proud and thick as his wrist, pulsing with Carnal energy.
“Sweet mother of pearl!” Nina exclaimed. “Keep that thing away from me. It’ll never fit.”
“We’ll make it fit,” Brawley said.
“Oh shit,” Nina moaned.
Sage lifted her fogged-over glasses, and her blue eyes swelled. “Husband, your penis has grown even larger. I am simultaneously daunted and aroused.”
Brawley was so horned up that even Sage’s myopia seemed somehow erotic to him. His primordial beast eyed her as prey, recognized her poor vision as a weakness, and demanded he take the lithe beauty first.
“Get over here,” he said.
“Wait,” Nina said, “what about me?”
“Me first,” Remi said.
Glancing at Remi and Nina, Brawley said, “You two pipe down and watch. You don’t call the shots. I do.”
The blond beauty smiled and padded to him on bare feet. “Here I am, hus—oh!”
Brawley ripped the towel from her body and tossed it to the floor.
Sage stood before him, clad only in her glasses. Her small-breasted runway-model body was pale and smooth, clean and fragrant.
He spun her around, facing her toward the other girls, then bent her over.
“Please insert your enormous penis in my vagina,” Sage begged.
Meanwhile, her sister-wives writhed with longing, eyes locked on Brawley’s erection as he held it in one hand and slapped it crisply off Sage’s firm, milk-white ass.
“Make eye contact with them,” Brawley said. “Let them know what they’re in for.”
“Yes, Master,” Sage agreed, her voice uncharacteristically throaty with desire.
He pressed his tip lightly against her sopping wet mound, parting the silky folds, but the head was too large to penetrate.
Grabbing her quivering hips, he pushed slowly forward, spreading her and forcing the tip inside.
Sage whimpered.
He gave a quick Seeker scan, registered her slight discomfort and extreme arousal, did the math, and pushed forward.
“Oh!” Sage cried as a few inches slid inside, spreading her to the limit.
Her soft channel gripped his throbbing girth tightly.
Brawley pumped back and forth with short strokes, easing slightly forward with each plunge.
Soon the gorgeous librarian was uttering undignified grunts and crying out in tangled shrieks too passionate and primal for words.
These sounds spurred the beast in Brawley, but he could plunge no deeper, not without damaging his love. He was so thick that she could take only five or six inches, leaving over half his length out of play.
He yearned to slam the rest of his shaft deep inside her sweet canyon, but he would not give in to the raging beast within him, would not lose his mind and hurt his lovely Sage.
Rough play was one thing, a turn on, but he had no urge to cause actual pain. Similarly, he could use a woman, playing at objectification, but in truth they were bound mind, body, and soul, so her pleasure was his pleasure and vice versa.
As a Carnal, he could expand or reduce his length, girth, and hardness at will. But this was his natural size now, and he wanted to keep it that way. So he stayed the course, ravaging Sage with short strokes that left her panting like a savage beast.
Nina and Remi writhed, mad with lust and tortured by anticipation.
Brawley pulled free.
Sage gave a little cry, and all the strength went out of her. Her legs turned to water, and she would have fallen to the floor if hadn’t caught her around the waist.
“So sorry… husband,” Sage panted. “I tried… too large for me.”
“Not for long, darlin,” Brawley said. “We’ll just keep pra
cticing and get you stretched out in no time.”
Crouching, he hoisted her onto his shoulder in a one-armed fireman’s carry. His free hand slapped her on the ass then slid between her legs.
Her soaked mound was puffy and slick and hot from the pummeling. He slid his middle and ring finger inside her battered sex and curled them in a come-hither gesture, stroking the sensitive spot on her inner wall and making her whimper with pleasure that mounted quickly.
Sensing Sage’s approaching climax, he stopped messing around, straightened his digits, and finger-fucked her fast and hard, jackhammering her wet hole with his two fingers as she squirmed and squished and whimpered.
Seconds later, Sage went rigid, gave an undignified grunt, and shrieked with release, bucking as she showered him in her sweet juices.
Brawley hoisted the still cumming girl off his shoulder and sat her on the ground before him.
She knelt there, trembling, with one hand braced against the floor and the other shoved between her legs, squeezing her sex as the epic orgasm throbbed on and on. Her glasses had gone askew. Golden strands of disheveled hair draped across her face, half obscuring her grimace of pleasure.
Sage’s body bucked with the never-ending climax. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth hung slightly open, uttering an animalistic “Uhn, uhn, uhn” as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over her.
“Stick out your tongue,” Brawley commanded.
Sage was still cumming but nonetheless responded instantly. She jerked her head back, wrestled her grimacing mouth wide open, and thrust her glistening pink tongue into the air, arching her back, outthrusting her perky breasts, and making her ribs strain visibly against her pale flesh.
Brawley exploded, blasting rope after heavy rope onto her gorgeous face. Driven by lust and Carnal force, his climax went on and on, filling her mouth until it spilled over and obscuring her delicate features beneath in a thick mantle of hot cum.
Still erupting, he took pity on her face, angled his stout pole downward, and blasted away splattering her breasts, crotch, and thighs with pearly ropes.
“Come on,” he said. Taking Sage by the arm, he helped her to her feet. Then he led the cum-blind girl across the room and laid her down beside Nina, who strained fruitlessly against the ropes which Remi had used to hogtie her.
Nina’s mismatched eyes stared wildly up at him, crazed with desire. “Me next, babe,” she begged.
“No,” Remi called from the couch. “Me next!”
He pointed at the horny Carnal without turning toward her. “Stay in position, Remi. No talking. Legs up, mouth open, tongue out.”
She didn’t say another word, and he didn’t bother checking. He knew she would obey.
He rewarded Remi by releasing a trickle of Seeker force, targeting her pleasure and taking her to the absolute brink of climax. He left her quivering just this side of euphoric oblivion, aching and ragged, so close to the edge that if a passing breeze tickled lightly across her enflamed clit, she would explode like a geyser.
“No cumming,” he growled, and the bounty hunter whimpered her assent.
He glanced at Sage, who lay there covered in semen, still quivering with the aftershocks of her earth-shattering orgasm.
“You,” he said, grabbing a fistful of Nina’s purple locks, “clean her.”
Nina gasped, and he pushed her head forward, holding it an inch from her sister-wife’s cum-covered face, which Nina began to clean with long swipes of her tongue, moaning with arousal as she slurped up his thick seed.
Sage’s hands found Nina’s face and drew her in. Their mouths met, and their tongues plunged into a passionate dance, flicking and thrusting and spinning, swirling semen and saliva in a frenzied kiss that only served to stoke their mutual lust.
And their lust was Brawley’s lust. Half mad with desire, he swung around behind his hogtied wife, lay on his side, and pushed his huge member against her tight channel.
It was no good. The tip of his swollen head battered her outer folds and enflamed clit, making her whimper with pleasure, but the way she was hogtied, he couldn’t spread her legs, so her tiny slit was locked tight.
He didn’t have the patience to untie her. So he rolled her onto her back and straddled her chest. Gripping her head in his hands, he shoved his gigantic erection forward.
Nina’s bright eyes bulged as she struggled to stretch her lips around the massive head. He fucked her mouth with short, pulsing strokes.
Meanwhile, Sage slid a hand between Nina’s legs and started strumming her clit like a guitar.
Climax built rapidly in Brawley, swelling his balls until they throbbed like he’d taken a hoof to the sack.
“Don’t swallow,” he growled, and then he exploded into Nina’s mouth.
When the first jet of hot seed hit her tongue, Nina squeezed her eyes shut and whined, struck by her own orgasm. She lay there convulsing in her restraints as he blasted her with wave after wave. Cum filled her mouth to the brim and spilled over, flowing in thick rivers down her flushed cheeks and throat and pooling in hollows of her lovely collarbones.
Brawley’s release raged absurdly on, his balls aching as jets of warm seed leapt free. Again, he took mercy, adjusting himself mid-climax in order to avoid drowning his hogtied wife. Instead, he painted her perfect tits with a heavy blanket of thick cream.
Being a Carnal was awesome. But his love madness also shone a bright light on the attendant dangers of becoming a flesh mage. With a roaring libido, limitless endurance, and an apparently bottomless well of semen, it would be all too easy to spend the rest of his life fucking dawn to dusk and beyond.
No matter how great this felt, however, and no matter how much his beautiful wives yearned for it, he had to keep his sex drive in check, or he’d fuck his way into oblivion. They would have their fun, but he needed to spend his time training, not getting his rocks off.
But he wasn’t going back to training just yet.
“Don’t swallow,” he said again, scooping the beautiful force mage from the ground. Her green eye stared lovingly up at him. The other eye was closed, pasted shut by an errant rope of semen.
Cradled in his arms with her mouth full of hot cum, Nina moaned softly and twitched with the final waves of her powerful orgasm. He carried her across the room to where Remi waited dutifully, mouth open, tongue straining forward, like the cross between a gonzo porn star and a baby bird begging for a meal.
“When I came in,” Brawley said, “you two were trying to sort out who’s boss. Don’t bother. I’m the boss. You girls are bound now, so you’re going to have to learn to play nice… and share.”
He turned Nina’s head, spilling a waterfall of cum into Remi’s waiting mouth. The Carnal whimpered and strained, lifting her mouth, slurping and swallowing, using her tongue to hasten the draining seed into her mouth. The Carnal beauty gobbled every drop, gasped with lust, and begged for more. Her perfect body shuddered with enflamed desire, still teetering on the brink of climax.
Brawley settled Nina gently onto her back, stretching her out on the couch beside Remi.
“Sage,” Brawley said, beckoning to his blond Seeker. It seemed like they had known each other much longer than two days; longer than two years; longer, in fact, than two lifetimes. “Come and lower yourself onto Nina’s face. Let her clean you.”
Nina smiled mischievously up at him. “Thanks, babe. May I swallow this time?”
“Go for it,” he said. “Suck her dry.”
As the leggy blonde lowered her messy sex onto Nina’s eager mouth, Brawley turned his attention to the horny Carnal beauty quivering with anticipation beside them.
Taking himself by the root, he patted her outstretched tongue with the underside of his unrelenting hardness.
Remi purred, trying not to cum.
He smoothed a hand over Remi’s flushed cheek. “You can close your mouth now, darlin. I want to see that pretty smile of yours before I fuck you senseless.”
Remi’s smile was brilli
ant. “Big talker,” she said.
“We’ll just see about that,” he said, getting in front of her, taking one of her long, firm legs over each of his shoulders.
“I have to admit I like the way you’re taking charge, handsome,” Remi said, “but I sure hope you’re going to give me more than a second-hand mouthful of cum.”
Beside them, Sage moaned softly, swaying back and forth overtop Nina, painting her mouth in a blend of her juices and his seed. “Your ministrations are both soothing and exhilarating, sister-wife.”
Nina writhed within her restraints, out of her mind with lust, and strained forward with her lips and tongue, greedily licking Sage’s slit.
Hefting his meaty shaft in one hand, Brawley let it drop heavily against Remi’s tattooed thigh. “You want to cum now or later, darlin?”
Remi smiled up at him, her eyes fierce and feverish. “Both, of course. Duh.”
“Smart ass,” he said, and taking his erection in hand, he slapped her once, crisply, right in the clit.
Remi erupted. Gripping her thighs, she screamed with pleasure. Her head rolled backward, and her huge breasts pulsed, swelling and contracting, and the veins in her neck stood out boldly. Her perfect body bucked with a climax of supernatural strength, spraying his abdomen and manhood and thighs with hot waves of sweet essence and filling his nostrils with a fruity aroma that made his mind swirl and set his desires ablaze.
Enough fucking around, he thought, and plunged his manhood deep into her squirting sex, burying his enormity balls deep in her throbbing channel. Her slick walls contracted tightly around him, locking him in place, and cinched tight as a hose clamp around the base of his shaft.
“Mine,” she said, grinning triumphantly up at him. “You’re a grade-A stud, handsome, but you’re a brand-new Carnal. And that means you’re out of your league. You had your fun teasing and edging and bossing me around. Now it’s my turn. Meet the real boss: my pussy.”
Her opening retained its viselike grip on the base of his shaft, but the walls of her sex began undulating rhythmically, stroking and squeezing him from base to tip in rolling convulsions that felt better than anything Brawley had ever experienced this side of bonding.