When he peered down at her, she stared boldly up at him, cupping his testicles with the tips of her fingers, and then holding them as she came away. His thick member glistened with her saliva. He reached down to stroke her hair. With her other hand, she kneaded one of his buttocks for a few seconds before she let her fingers find the middle between his cheeks. She pushed them into the crack a couple of inches, the tip of her middle finger tapping against the puckering muscle of his anus. He closed his eyes, eyelids fluttering as she took as much of him as she could, humming as she did so. She pulled him toward her clutching his scrotum, fingering his sensitive sphincter.
He pumped in and out of her, over and over, filling her with as much as himself as he could, thrusting harder and harder each time. She held onto him, taking the force of his intensifying assault on her throat, pushing her hand deeper into the cleft of his rump, inserting her finger to the first knuckle. That made him clench around her digit tightly, his whole body going rigid. She released his balls and reached around his leg to run her nails along one of his calves. All the while, he impaled her head, time and again, though not too hard. He knew he could injure her severely, since his inhuman density made his manhood as hard as stone, but they both knew their limits. Time and practice had made them experts. They knew where the line they couldn’t cross was drawn. So, he kept at it as she kept urging him, caressing him in her special way until, no more than a minute later, she could sense the tension building within him. She knew. His orgasm was near.
Suddenly, she pulled him out of her mouth, but jammed her finger deeper into his anus. His cock looked like it was about to explode in her face. The head of it was exceedingly engorged. She could see blood throbbing up and down its’ length. Her eyes sparkled at the sight. “I want you, Effy… now!” she said in a throaty voice, her free hand coming around to stroke him along his full length. She swallowed hard. It was obvious she had abused her tonsils against him.
Estefan was about to pull her to her feet when something clipped into place about his waist. He glanced down to see a wire-thin, anti-Grav suspension unit fitted around him.
Tirza’s smiled back at him as her hands came away from the fastening device. She wore a similar one. “Since you’re going to make love to my sister,” she explained, knowing the suspension unit would nullify more than half Estefan’s weight. Two hundred pounds was an encumbrance Sandy could easily bear.
He glanced up, watching Katie walk on her knees across the bed toward them. “Glad you could join us, cousin,” she purred wickedly. Though, all of their family – other than their offspring - had perished long ago, they were hardly cousins anymore. Some might argue the point, but they’d been sexually active when everyone was still alive, so every time someone did raise a fuss, they didn’t care. Between the two of them, it was more of a naughty joke than anything else.
“I hadn’t planned on it, Kat, but Sandy here was very persuasive.”
Sandy stood and turned Estefan around, her hand still gripping his erect penis, and then she let him go. She scurried up on the bed, swinging her legs around, laying on her back, her sex directly before him, open, inviting. She bent her legs at the knees, so, like the petals of a blooming flower, her folds opened further.
He could see the glistening, pink sweetness surrounding the small opening of her vagina, darkness about the blush of her lips. He came forward, his hands snaking about her legs, right above her knees. He applied pressure, pulling her toward him so her butt was at the edge of the bed. He gazed into her eyes for a few moments, his chest heaving still from her energetic blow job.
She returned his look. “I want to feel you inside, Estefan.”
He let go of her legs, taking hold of himself and positioned the head of his member upon the verge of her flowering petals.
At either side of her head, Tirza and Katie sat, they legs tucked underneath them in opposite directions, as if they had planned it in advance.
He shared a quick glance with each of them. Their expressions were the same. They were eager to see him enter the woman lying on the bed before him. He could tell. He’d seen it before, thousands of times. His wives enjoyed watching…
He pushed his hips toward her and watched as the head of him disappeared into the moist softness of her. She moaned and arched her neck, her head driving into the bed, the sheets gathering about her ears. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations he felt below consume him. He held her by the waist as he slid as far as could into her, until his flesh bumped her tender folds. Sandy rocked her hips against him, counterpoint to his angle, her pubic bone deliciously bending his length within her. She squeezed him as hard as she could manage. He was like putty in the grip of her, opening his eyes to stare back down at her in shock that she could hold him so firmly.
“Pull it out slowly, babe,” she murmured, fists gathering the bed covers, twisting.
Both Tirza and Katie were rapt.
He began to withdraw from her, feeling the luxurious ripples and ridges of her vaginal walls. Her clutch was exquisite against him. He continued withdraw himself from her until nothing but the glands of his penis remained inside. He could see the edge of its head crowning within the inner folds of her, but for no more than a second. He held his breath and pushed himself all the way back in, faster than the last time – harder, more urgently. The weight of his scrotum bounced against her buttocks as she squealed with pleasure.
“Oh god, no matter how many times you do that, Effy, I love it!” she moaned, relaxing the arch of her back for a moment, the upward thrust of her hips giving him better access. But, the moment his forward momentum stopped, she arched her back again, bearing down and squeezed him ferociously.
He grunted as he almost came free of her again, then plunged himself into her, his upper thighs slapping into the sides of hers. One of his hands came free of her waist, tracing up her torso until it found her breast. He pinched the bright pink nipple there, making her breath catch in her throat. He came nearly out of her again – swifter than before. He impaled her less than a heartbeat later as she began to meet him stroke from stroke. Their bodies began moving in rhythm with one another as he increased the tempo, over and over, with each shove of his cock into her warm wetness. She kept up with him, opening wide, and then grabbing hold as he withdrew.
The pace continued to increase; the slap of flesh became louder, the guttural groans and gasps for air growing in volume as well. Sandy reached up, clutching him at the elbows as she brought her feet up, her heels digging into the lower portion of his ass. She held on as Estefan grabbed her firmly by the side of the neck, leaning over her, pounding her harder. She continued to meet him each time he plunged into her. She was so vigorous; she was lifting herself completely off the bed every time, using the newfound purchase of her hands and feet.
Unable to contain their rising ardor, Tirza and Katie resumed their kissing over Sandy’s head, though she wasn’t watching. Her eyes were glued forward. All of her attention was locked on Estefan.
Though the bed was gigantic and bolted to the floor (a precaution should Luna Prime lose its’ Grav-generators), they were managing to make it move within the fastenings holding it firmly to the marble floor.
Below him, Sandy was beginning to pant. Her breaths were coming in and out in quick bursts. “Oh-oh-oh, E-eff-ff-eff,” she kept muttering again and again, “Pl-pl-please, don’t-t-t-t stop. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop. H-h-h-hard-er-er-er!”
He obliged and increased his speed. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he promised, his voice no longer his own. It was bestial, growling.
“F-f-f-fuck… me h-h-hard!”
Suddenly, she released one of his elbows, her hand shooting down between her legs, finding her tiny nodule. She began to work it furiously – circle after circle, until her clitoris emerged from its hood. She pushed downward, exposing more of it until it rubbed lightly against the shaft of Estefan’s rock hard manhood. Her entire body went rigid. Her heels dug in harshly, but not painfully int
o the backs of his thighs.
He was a Heavy.
Her nails bit into his arm as she applied every ounce of strength she possessed, clasping his cock as hard as she could. He continued to hit her clit deliciously and she held on for dear life.
“F-faster, Eff, faster,” she begged.
He obeyed with long, deep forceful pushes, seeming to rocket in and out of her, though he no longer let himself slap against her. He knew he would bruise her as he had Flavia weeks prior. Instead, he made certain he arrested his forward momentum within the last inch of her, a technique he had perfected over the years. Practice, practice, practice, he thought absently, in pace with the humping of his back.
“G-go-god, Eff, I’m, I’m s-s-s-so close,” she barely managed through clenched teeth, her body made taunt with strain.
“Tell me when. I want you in my mouth,” he commanded as he continued to assault her vagina. So fast now, his other wives stopped to watch. The sides of their heads touched as their eyes filled with hunger.
Sandy wheezed for what seemed like an eternity as Estefan rifled in and out of her, his hips like pistons in an old-time, combustion engine.
Then, “I’m -,” was all she was able to convey as a tremendous shudder took her and she was swept away.
Estefan came from her in a flash and sank between her legs, covering her labia’s with his mouth as she gushed into him. Her body wracked with orgasm as he took all of her and swallowed, his tongue flecking at her sensitive nub between each squirting flow. Sandy’s body was like clockwork. He had figured it out a long time ago.
She continued to buck and shake upon the bed for some time after. Katie and Tirza came apart, moving swiftly to Sandy and began kissing her on the lips and suckling her breasts, prolonging the ecstatic release coursing through her. Estefan licked and sucked at her from below, intent on leaving no drops behind. He wanted everything that had spewed forth tasted, ingested. He wanted her sloshing in his belly.
A while later, Sandy’s orgasm began to subside, then finished altogether. Estefan came from her, his jaw and neck dripping with Sandy. At once, his other wives rushed to him on their knees and began to kiss and tongue him wherever he was wet. He put his arms around each of their waists, rubbing his fingertips along their hips, thighs and buttocks as they went about cleaning him.
None of them moved for a long while; until Sandy’s breathing had finally returned to normal. The flush of red about her skin slowly dissipated, and then she sat up. She wove her way through her Sisters-in-Marriage. Her hands sought Estefan’s face.
He smiled down at her as she cupped his face and kissed him soundly on the lips. He returned her kiss, though he was still holding onto the other two women. Both of them were patiently waiting for them to finish.
“Your turn, Estefan, I want you to cum for me now,” she said softly.
“Ok,” he acquiesced.
She swiftly flopped on all fours, and then backed up to him, her round ass pointing directly at him.
Tirza giggled.
“He’s gonna cum fast that way,” Katie pointed out, a lopsided grin on her face.
Sandy breathed a chortle. “I want to feel it shoot in-,” she was about to say when a high-pitched whir sounded throughout the chamber.
It wasn’t an alarm or anything of that nature. It was merely an acknowledgement hail, but it still made them all freeze in place, seeing they were all naked and in the middle of having sex.
Estefan flicked a finger over his left-hand index finger activating his ‘Swarm. “Reyna trace the incoming frequency for identification.”
The room swirled with Nano-bots for a moment. “My dear, it is your wife, Synoddess Flavia, the Guardian,” answered the complex processing unit.
“Pipe in the call,” ordered the Keeper, turning from the bed as a life-like projection of his one-time half-sister formed from the floor up a few feet away. “Flavia, you have news?” he prompted.
She seemed to glance up from something she was looking at one her side. “Yes, the Null-ship has arrived and -.” She was about to say something else, when suddenly, she realized he was naked and so was everyone else. “W-what the hell are you guys doing?” she stammered.
“I’m enjoying our husband,” replied Sandy before any of them could answer back. She had flopped on her tummy when Estefan had turned and was addressing Flavia from that position on the bed.
“It sure looks like it, Sandra.” Flavia’s voice was stern.
Estefan knew she was envious at being left out, because she had other things to attend. Her speaking Sandy’s given name wasn’t the only clue. His one-time step-sister’s face was blank and she appeared relaxed, but he knew it wasn’t the case. She was standing the way she did right before she entered combat. He could read her body language as if it were written in the stars.
“How long until it’ll be suitable enough to board?” asked the Keeper in an attempt to sidestep Flavia’s wrath.
She tapped her foot a few times before she answered. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, we’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he nodded, smiling.
“See you when you get here,” she said with a roll of her eyes and then terminated the connection.
Katie huffed through her mouth. “Well, Eff, looks like we’re gonna have to give her some real alone-time with you. Before she guts us all…”
Tirza laughed. “We should get cleaned up,” she urged, scurrying from the bed, walking toward Estefan.
He smiled into her kiss, leaning down to do so, feeling himself grow at the thought of the extremely petite woman in his arms.
She felt him below her breasts and squirmed out of his arms. “No way, Mister,” she admonished. “Otherwise, we’ll never leave this room.” She grinned hugely, pinching his butt and then spun on a heel and made for the Dermal-cleanser, her round buttocks bouncing as she walked.
He grew harder.
Katie came from the other side and kissed him as well, deliberately crushing her body to his, knowing it would make his cock fully hard. He tried to get a better hold on her, but she too twirled from his grasp, wagging a finger at him in the negative. She followed Tirza into the washroom. His eyes were riveted to her ass as she sauntered away.
“Come over here, babe. Let me take care of that for you,” said Sandy demurely from the middle of the bed, back on all fours once again. “We’ve got fifteen minutes, honey, plenty of time to finish what we started.”
Estefan didn’t hesitate. He could never turn down such a tantalizing offer.
“Put it in the other hole, my love. I want to feel you in there instead!”
“God, Sandy, I love you!” he said in a rush and dove for the bed.
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~ Chapter 35 ~
(Summer – 2018)
Jacob
[The trip is monotonous, slow, an agonizing trudge. He needs to do somethin to occupy his mind, other than lounge about with no more than the worrisome thoughts of the present. He wants to relive the past, but he is dreading it. Though he is convinced there is, in fact, an answer buried there. He’s not certain he can handle the unearthing of it. And yet, he has nothing better to do…]
It was 6:32 pm exactly when Jacob called later on that evening.
I know this for a fact, all these years later, because I thought - when the line abruptly disconnected about ten minutes into the call – I would never hear from him again. I was wrong of course, because if there is one thing to be said about my cousin, it is this. He is a motherfucken cockroach. You can stab him or shoot him or bash him over the head with a god damned sledge hammer. Fuck, you can even nuke the sonofabitch! He will always, under the most miraculous conditions, pick himself up off the floor, dust himself off. He’ll stare at death in the eye and say, “What, deeeeck, you think your fucking love taps hurt? It’ll take a lot more than that to put a Rodriguez in the ground, bitch!” Then, he’d flip you off and walk away, lighting up a joint.
Even back then, he w
as indestructible.
Nowadays, I like to think of him as a defective, puny version of the Incredible Hulk. No matter what you do to the fucker, he always seems to be able to walk away unscathed, possibly even stronger. It always makes me shake my head in wonder… Fucking Jacob! That’s the only phrase that capture’s him entirely, holistically and completely in one breath.
Nonetheless, the call came while I was just finishing up the dishes with Katie, Flavia and Johan. All of us decided to stick close to one another, after my two younger siblings were assaulted by the same mysterious sickness that had attacked so many of us on that fateful day.
“Jacob, what’s up?” I had asked at once, answering the call with a slide of my finger.
“Hey, Eff, this is going to be a quick call. I got a shitload to tell you and not a lot of fucking time to do it,” he said, sounding out of breath, harried, rushed. “I think I’m under surveillance or something, cuz…” I heard rustling on the other end of the line as if he were transferring his cell from one hand to the next. “…I keep seeing the same fucking culos following me all over the god damned place. The maricones are everywhere!”
I rolled my eyes, already hoping, in his “quest about the streets”, that Jacob hadn’t smoked a joint or two laced with some psychotropic substance. That was the very last thing I needed right then. I needed him focused, on point, like he had been earlier that day, not drugged out of his mind on PCP or some other stupid shit. Too much was happening too fast. I had to keep up or I was going to be buried under it like a bug at the bottom of a port-o-potty, praying there wouldn’t be another shit storm from above.
“Dude, you’re gonna have to get it together. I don’t have time to be messing around right now. This Muto shit is getting out of control,” I emphasized sharply and was about to say more, but caught myself of a sudden. This was an open cell line, easily tapped and triangulated. Maybe I had said too much already.
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