Coming With Me 2

Marie saw the two women join together again, then she had far too much to feel to see anything. Murphy pulled her down onto the couch and she felt the latex of his condom-sheathed prick touch her thigh. She hungered to experience it inside her pussy, learn what that rubber felt like where she was most sensitive, wrapped around throbbing maleness as if it could protect her from so much masculinity.

But her anticipation would have to continue. For now, she’d have to settle for Murphy twisting her around, taking her breasts in his hands, devouring one stiff nipple with an overheated mouth. He sucked it roughly in his excitement, but Marie didn’t mind. While he suckled one tit, his left hand groped the other and his right hand ran down her belly, not stopping until he was at the kinky curls that crowned her wet cunt. Her ass rubbed on the couch as if shifted around by his caressing fingers. She moaned deliriously.

While she delighted in Murphy’s knowing hands and lips, she also listened to the moans, the liquid sucking from the other couch. Her eyes couldn’t focus, but she could almost make out Ellen and Flo’s individual beauty in the fleshy blur they made.

Then Murphy’s fingers entered her and her temperature went up a thousand degrees and he stuffed more of her teat into his mouth and his fingers slowly fucked deeper into her cunt. His mouth moved to her other breast, tongue sanding over the bumps covering her aroused areola. Then he filled his mouth with it and Marie knew nothing except that there was a man with a hot mouth and skilled fingers and a hard cock enjoying her body.

Marie was so turned on, so wild with arousal, that she barely counted as conscious. She knew she was being turned a little, felt the weightlessness of being lifted, and then it wasn’t a hand at her groin, it was a face. She cried out as Murphy’s tongue entered her sex, then cried out even more loudly as he truly overwhelmed her: a finger wet from her cunt went into her asshole and a thumb ground at the bottom of her pussy.

Murphy licked her clit like it was his own private key to her pleasure. He kept Marie gasping, aware of nothing so much as the wetness lapsing from her sex and running down to lubricate what his fingers were doing in her pussy and anus. Her cries of joy became a continuous howl when his lips wrapped up her clit and vacuumed away at it.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into what he was already doing, but she could not get him to do it more avidly. Her delight increased anyway. A tremendous climax stormed through her body, leaving her floating on a feeling of fluffiness and tranquility, her body limp now that Murphy had sated the lust that animated it.

But even after she pushed him away to better luxuriate in satisfaction without anymore wrenching ecstasy, Murphy was far from done with her. He turned her over again, Marie reeling at the simple feeling—ending up with her head down, her ass in the air, his face between her buttocks. She could only sigh as his tongue burrowed into her anus, licking and lashing the sensitive tissue there while his hands kneaded the flesh of her ass, holding her lovely buttocks away from his face.

“Oh my God!” Marie droned, torn between the decadence of her last orgasm and this fresh arousal. “You’re fucking me up the ass… fucking me with your tongue… ooohhh… it’s too much, too much, but don’t stop! Fuck my ass! Fuck it til it’s ready for your cock!”

Murphy was happy to do as she said, only he couldn’t. Not unless he wanted to fill up his rubber without getting a shot at her pussy. That wasn’t happening, so he pulled his face back and flipped her over.

As though she knew just what he was thinking, Marie opened her legs and threw her feet high into the air. Her hands went down to her groin and she spread her labia for him too, showing him the sheath waiting to welcome his prick inside.

Making sounds like an animal, Murphy came down on top of her and entered her. Marie gasped at the change, going from empty to suddenly full, and then to him pumping hard, rutting into her sex harder and faster than she’d ever known. She loved being made love to, loved the gentle romanticism of a caring and sensitive man—but there was no denying how close she was to coming with Murphy venting all his lust straight into her widening slit.

“Look at the way she takes that fucking,” Ellen purred, now resting against Flo after multiple orgasms had made them too sensitive to continue.

“Such a horny thing. It makes you wonder how long she’s wanted this.”

And there was no way to know, for it seemed impossible that Marie could fuck any harder, whether she’d wanted to since first meeting Robocop or since the nuclear holocaust that had started this long, terrible war. She picked up the rhythm of his rough fucking like she’d been meant for it, her supple ass jerking up eagerly to take every stroke he gave her, even if her hurry to be filled with him meant he broke right through the tight confines of her pussy.

Marie had been wildly turned on from the first moment she saw Murphy freed of his mechanization and every thrust she took made her more aroused until finally she was screaming, welcoming her orgasm even more enthusiastically than she did the next pump of Murphy’s loins.

Watching the frenzied joining, Flo and Ellen realized they weren’t finished at all. They fingered each other, still enjoying the show.

“Oh God, listen to her wail! She’s actually getting off on being reamed by all that dick!” Ellen gasped, her fingers sliding deep into Flo’s sex.

“Yes! Shit yes! And I’m getting off on it too! That dicking and your hand on my pussy is too much! Kiss me, baby, I’m coming, I’m—!”

Flo climaxed, trying to stifle her own cries so she could hear the howls of Marie as the naked beauty kicked and writhed. Her body was out of control, driven wild by Murphy’s ramming. She panted like an animal, eyes rolling as her tight little pussy took over and sucked at Murphy’s cock with all the strength in her body.

Her fingernails made long red scratches down Murphy’s back, but if he felt them, they didn’t dissuade him at all from continuing his demanding usage of Marie’s cunt. His whole world was her juicy sex, tightening around him into pressure his cock had never felt before, sucking until he knew there was no way he’d have a drop of cum left if he released in her.

Murphy grunted and worked himself frantically in and out of Marie’s gripping cunt even as he spurted. His cum filled her up completely. When he came out, he slumped to the cushions and watched in contemplative fascination as his cum dripped out of her pinkness.

She wasn’t done though. Her eyes shining with lust, her body shaking, she reached down to her sex and rubbed madly.

“More! Gotta have more!” she moaned. “My cunt is burning up! It’s dripping wet! Someone use it, someone fuck me!”

Sharing one last kiss, Flo and Ellen untangled themselves from each other and padded over the spent Murphy to give Marie the assistance she craved.

Crouching beside her, Ellen squeezed her firm young breasts. They were slick with sweat, lovely to the touch as she caressed them. Her warm mouth locked onto one and started sucking the nipple, tongue attacking too, making Marie sigh all the louder with her nipple suddenly containing as much pleasure as her cunt had.

Then Flo’s mouth was over the swamp Murphy had made of her womanhood, warm and wet and greedy while it lapped up all Murphy had left in her and her own luscious taste too.

Marie writhed, trapped between their two hungers, crying out until Murphy got up and straddled her face and fed his cock into her mouth where she could help to get it hard again.

Wild as the orgy had become, it was only the start of debauchery that went on and on until they had all been sated, each woman rewarded with her own magnificent release, wrapped around Murphy’s cock until she’d taken all she could of a sexual fury that returned again and again.

When one flagged, another would offer herself up, until even the thought of lust had been driven from their tiring minds. Seduced by the sleep they needed, the four lay in a spent tangle across the two couches, which were now as close as the man and his three women had become.

It was a lie.

He would fight it.

But first, Murphy would download this particular program to his own hardware, where he could play it as often as he wished.