Chapter 895 - 894- Got Orgasms Hard One

Chapter 895: Chapter 894- Got Orgasms Hard One

He crooked his fingers hard against her front wall and her whole body jolted, her scream buzzing muffled around his cock, her legs kicking out behind her.

He pulled out of her mouth and dismounted, and flipped her onto her back in the grass like a sack of flour, and her big soft body bounced, tits slapping together, belly wobbling. He hooked her knees over his forearms and folded her in half, his face hovering over hers, his cockhead kissing her drooling entrance.

"Do you want to see magic, my lady?"

Her eyes, dazed and pupil blown, searched his. "Wh... what magic, Master?"

He took her hand from the grass and pressed it flat over her own lower belly, just above where his cockhead sat throbbing against her.

"The magic of making this pussy pop," he said, "without me even touching it."

"What...?"

He slammed in.

PAAAH!!

Her scream tore across the garden and startled birds from the tower spires. Ten thick inches drove through her clutching channel in one ruthless plunge, punching through the resistance of a year’s worth of neglect, her cervix kissing his crown, his balls cracking against her upturned ass, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth, her eyes fluttering white.

"Ohhh, there it is," he groaned, savoring the way her sheath rippled and clamped around his base, milking him by pure reflex. "There is the field. Good soil after all."

And then he began to hammer.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah pah pah pah pah!

He pounded her in a deep squatting mating press, rising and dropping his whole body weight into her, using her folded form like a mounted breeding bitch, her knees pinned beside her own ears, her tits leaping and slapping with every impact, milk spraying in thin arcs across her own face and his chest. The wet slap of his hips against her ass was a constant obscene applause, and her voice broke under it into shredded fragments.

"HAAH~!! HAAAH~!! MA... MASTER~!! UNNGH~!! IT IS... MY STOMACH... MY STOMACH IS~!! HIIIEH~!!"

"Feel that?" He grunted between strokes, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her bouncing tits. "That is your womb getting introduced to a real man’s cock. Say thank you."

"TH... THANK... HNNGH~!! THANK YOU~!! THANK YOU, MASTER~!!"

"Louder. Let the garden hear what a fertile field sounds like when it finally gets plowed."

"THANK YOU, MASTER~!!! MY PUSSY~!! MY PUSSY IS THANKING YOU~!! AH~!! AH~!! AAAH~!!!"

Behind two pillars at the garden’s far edge, in the cool striped shadow of the colonnade, a silver furred tail was wrapped tight around its owner’s own thigh, squeezing.

Bella knelt in the shade with her hand buried under the loose fabric of her dress, three fingers grinding against her own soaked cunt, her other hand mauling a breast that had outgrown her own palm months ago. Her pregnant belly hung heavy and round beneath her chest, bloated taut, yet even so it jiggled with every frantic motion of her arm, a soft rippling counterpoint to the wobbling of her milky tits. Her ears lay flat. Her fangs worried her lip bloody.

"Master," she whined into her own shoulder, so quietly only a cat could have heard it. "Master, why are you not trying to find me... I am right here... I have been right here all morning..."

She watched his ass rise and fall over the maid through the gap between the pillars, watched the big woman’s legs kick, heard the screaming and the slapping and the thanking, and her jealous little heart squeezed in her chest alongside her clenching little cunt. She was not angry. That was the humiliating part. She was not even angry at him. She was just so jealous it made her teeth ache, jealous of a fat maid getting the cock that was hers, and beneath the jealousy lived a colder fear, the fear she kept stroking like a bruise.

’Is it the belly. Is that why he is not hunting for me. I am round as a barrel now, my belly is huge, my walk is a waddle, my tits leak if the wind blows wrong. Did he stop wanting...’

She looked down at her own bloated body, at the milk dark stains spreading on her loose dress, and her fingers sped up, and she gasped, muffling herself in her own shoulder, her tail unspooling from her thigh to lash the flagstones.

’Find me. Find me find me find me. I will not even run. I will present like a cat in heat the moment you look at me, just look at me, just once...’

Twenty paces away, in the deeper shadow of an espaliered wall, Kaida was not quiet at all.

The red haired woman sat sprawled on a bench with her knees wide, dress shoved up past her gravid belly, two fingers of one hand jackhammering in and out of her hairy red furred cunt while the other hand crushed and rolled her tit, dragging her own nipple to her mouth every few strokes to suck her own milk out between curses. She did not care that the midwife had told her daily to take rest. She did not care that the child could come any day. She cared about exactly one thing, and that thing was currently impaling somebody else in her own garden.

"I knew it," she snarled around her own nipple, milk running down her chin. "I knew that bastard had a fetish for fat women. A whole garden of pregnant wives rotting on the vine and he picks up the first thick housemaid he trips over. Come ON!"

She hammered her fingers, curled them, made herself grunt, her belly jumping, her freckled tits leaking over her knuckles.

"You absolute turd, Viktor Ktorian. You worm. You cock first, brain never, slab of meat. I have been fingering myself to your face in the mirrors for two weeks, do you know that, do you even care, of course you don’t, you are out there making that cow sing opera, FUCK!"

She sucked another mouthful of her own milk, gasped, swore at him again, and went back to watching through the leaves with furious, watering eyes.

In the garden proper, the maid had stopped being able to form the word master. It had degraded into pure sound.

"NGH~!! EH~!! AH~!! AH~!! AAAH~!! HAAA~!!!"

Pah pah pah pah PAAAH! Pah pah pah pah PAAAH!

Her tongue lolled. Her eyes had rolled to the whites. Her milk had frothed to a white sheet across both bouncing tits and his driving abdomen, and her cunt had begun to seize in hard, irregular rhythms, her whole body winding like a spring, the silver plug in her ass shuddering visibly with every impact, her overstuffed holes fluttering in sympathy.

He felt the wave coming and drove down into it with everything he had, dropping his full weight, burying to the root, grinding.

"Cum," he ordered.

She detonated.

"AAAAAAAHHH~!!!!"

Her scream cracked the morning.

Her back bowed off the grass, her legs shot straight, every muscle in her body from her jaw to her curling toes locked rigid, her cunt clamped down on his cock like a press, and in the same synchronous instant, the sheer violence of her convulsion fired the plug out of her ass like a cork.

The little silver rose shot across the garden in a glittering arc, rang off a pillar, and bounced to a rest in a flower bed.

Behind the pillar, Bella’s pussy clamped around her own fingers and she came with a thin, keening mewl, her juices squirting through her panties and soaking the cloth dark, her tail standing straight up, her ears flat, her teeth sunk in her knuckle.

"NEEEEIGHHTT~~?!!"