Chapter 297 - 303: Crave For Anal In The Future

The sofa beneath them was already drenched, turned into a soaking puddle from the sheer volume of her excitement.

"Yes! Haha, I knew it! I always knew you were a shameless slut, Natasha," Quinn laughed darkly, feeling her tight walls milk his shaft relentlessly. "How about we take this even further in the future? What if I fuck you right here in your master bedroom while my good brother sleeps soundly in the very next room? Would you like that, you dirty woman?"

"Nghn... ahh! Yes, please! Fuck me anywhere, anytime... just never stop giving me your cock!" Natasha sobbed out, completely conquered, as Quinn carried her body down the hallway toward her bedroom, pounding her with every single step he took.

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn..."

"Moan all you want, Natasha. I’ll take that as a resounding yes," Quinn smirked, glancing briefly toward the curtained window.

The coast was clear for now. Dren’s wife, Elaine, was still out running errands, which meant he had plenty of time to enjoy a long, uninterrupted session with her mother-in-law. Though Quinn planned on taking things far beyond a simple routine pounding before the afternoon was through.

"Now take every last drop of my seed, Natasha! I’m going to fill your womb until it overflows!" Quinn bellowed, driving his thick shaft past her maidenly resistance to plant a massive volley deep within her core.

"Nghn... ahn, ahnn! Seeds... ehehe, yes! Fill my pussy with your seed!" Natasha babbled incoherently. Her legs trembled violently as her climax crested, her sweet juices overflowing and dripping directly onto the floor below.

"Let’s move you to the dining table, Natasha. I want to try every single depraved position you’ve ever secretly dreamed of," Quinn commanded. He guided her without letting her rest, his heavy shaft sliding back inside her as her wet heat clasped around him like a tight grip. Her body reacted instantly, clamping down so hard it practically forced him to pump harder.

"Ehnn... ahn! W-what if Elaine comes home early and sees this mess?" Natasha whimpered, panic flitting across her flushed features.

"What if she does? It doesn’t matter as long as it’s not your son walking through that door, does it?" Quinn taunted, glancing toward the living room. The couch where their first round had taken place was soaked and completely ruined.

"Nghn... ahnn... she’ll realize that I’m having a dirty affair... ahnn, that my cheating pussy is savoring your cock..." Natasha hesitated, her lingering maternal morals feebly fighting against the raging fire in her belly. She clearly wasn’t prepared to face the consequences, yet her body betrayed her at every turn.

"Isn’t that what you secretly want anyway, Natasha?" Quinn teased, lifting her onto the wooden tabletop and laying her flat on her back. His shaft glistened, slicked with her fluids and his fresh seed. "Heh, I know a part of you craves getting caught in the act. Am I right?"

"N-no... I am not that kind of woman..."

"Suck my cock. You’re lying to yourself again." Quinn stepped up to the edge of the table, stroking his thick length right in front of her flushed face.

"Ngnn... ahnn... I-I’m telling the truth—guck, guck, guck!"

Before she could finish her denial, Quinn grabbed her hair and forcibly rammed his entire length down her throat, plugging her airway completely.

Guck! Guck! Guck!

"Ah, yes... just like that. I hate a lying slut, so you’d better start serving me properly," he growled, relentlessly thrusting into her tight mouth while her body lay sprawled helplessly across the table.

"Ahn... ahnnn... I’m n not lying... guck!" she choked out, feebly trying to push against his thighs, but the massive intrusion left no room for her to form coherent words.

"This is your punishment for lying—or rather, your ultimate reward. Keep your saliva moving, use your throat like a second pussy, and suck me clean," Quinn ordered. He reached down to pinch her erect nipples, twisting them firmly until her hips arched off the surface in a wave of sensitive shock.

Ahh, I really love a deep blowjob like this. I could force her to take it forever, Quinn thought, admiring the bulging impression his cock made along her neck every time he plunged deeper.

Guck! Guck! Guck!

"Yes, just like that, Natasha! I’m about to blow another load. Don’t worry about Elaine or anyone else... just think of this as a little vacation. A vacation to enjoy my cock!"

Quinn pinched both of her dark nipples tightly, pulling upward to force her chest into a steep arch.

"Accept my second load, Natasha! Don’t you dare waste a single drop of my divine seed!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

A thick wave of warm seed gushed from his shaft directly into the back of her throat, forcing her nasal passages to work overtime just to draw in tiny gasps of air.

"Hooh... that was another massive load," Quinn exhaled, slowly pulling his wet length from her lips. Her mouth had done its job admirably, taking the brunt of his release to keep her quiet.

"Gulp... gulp... gulp..." Natasha swallowed frantically, terrified that a single drop might spill over her chin and displease him.

Ahnn... ahnn, it tastes so thick and hot... I can’t even describe the flavor, but I’m becoming completely addicted to his seed... Ahnn, please forgive me, Dren... your mother needs this man’s seed from now on...

Having lived without a husband for so many years, her long-dormant desires had finally shattered her composure. The prime of her life wasn’t over yet—she was still a vibrant, fertile woman, and that was all that mattered now.

"So, have you regained the ability to think clearly, Natasha?" Quinn asked, casually lifting her thighs and bending her lower body upward to expose her tight, sensitive rear. "Do you have any more complaints about me taking you right here on the table?"

"Gulp... gulp... N-no... I will gladly submit to whatever you desire, Quinn," she panted softly, completely tamed.

"You’re almost making me feel generous," Quinn smirked, poking his firm thumb against the tight, virgin ring of her rectum. It was completely untouched, tight and unblemished. "How about I reward your obedience with anal sex now?"

"Ngnn... I don’t know... that place is entirely unexplored. And you know it’s... well..." She blushed furiously, too embarrassed to state out loud her fears that the area might not be clean. As a mid-tier human, her physical body rarely accumulated impurities, but the anxiety remained.

"Nonsense. It’s pristine, and we’re going to break it in right now. Consider it a quick warm-up for what’s coming later."

"Nghn... that massive thing of yours wasn’t made for a ’warm-up’! It’s going to split me wide open..." she protested softly, attempting to negotiate, but Quinn was never a man to be swayed once he set his sights on a target.

"It will only sting for a second, Natasha—like a tiny ant bite, to be precise. Don’t worry, I’ll enter you slowly." Quinn offered a reassuring, wicked grin.

"O-okay... I don’t know what to do... please guide me through it," Natasha whimpered, her trembling hands reaching down to hold her own thighs open.

He aligned his lubricated head against her narrow entrance and pushed forward with firm, deliberate pressure.

Thrust!

"Nghn! Ahnn... is it in?! It hurts so much, ahnn!"

"Not quite yet—that was just the tip. Take a deep breath, hold still, and let me stretch you out..." Quinn murmured, slowly working his girth deeper into her maiden tight ring.

Quinn generously lubricated his thick shaft, preparing her tight, unyielding entry. Natasha’s rectum felt almost impossibly narrow, clamping down like a vice against the intrusion, yet her soft, scalding internal walls immediately clung to his flesh, greedily engulfing him as he forced his way past her resistance.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

"Ahh! Ahn... please, take it slow," Natasha gasped, her knuckles turning white as she clung to the polished edge of the tabletop for dear life. Her vision blurred around the edges, white spots dancing before her eyes. "I... I feel like I’m losing consciousness... ahn, it’s just too big!"

"I’m finally all the way in, Natasha," Quinn growled, his voice low and possessive as he shoved his heavy length deeper into her tight canal, feeling the intense suction of her body wrapping around him. "I can feel your tight little ass trying to suck me dry."

"Nghn... ahnn, ahnn! I don’t know what’s happening to me... I love it, but it hurts so much!"

"You’re going to crave anal in the future, Natasha," Quinn mocked with a wicked smirk, lifting his hips to drive back inside her. "Argh, are you seriously supposed to be a MILF? You feel like a virgin."

"Ahn! Ahn, ahn! Of course I’m a mother!" Natasha sobbed out, tears of mixed agony and overwhelming pleasure spilling down her flushed cheeks. It was so intoxicatingly intense, completely alien compared to standard vaginal sex. The raw sensation of being invaded behind was driving her completely out of her mind.

"I gave birth to my son... ahn, ahn!"