White Elephant update

Much as she envied Mari, Ororo was glad that she had been patient and still had the pleasure of Clark’s passion still ahead of her. He’d burned hot with Mari, but now that it was her turn, she was sure they’d both be on fire.

Clark wound down slowly, stopped humping into Mari.

Mari kept working her sex up and down on his endowment while she worked off the throbs of her own climax. Then she dropped forward, her belly meeting the floor, and Clark’s slippery cock came out of her for the last time.

It rose straight up from his loins, standing at a slanted angle from his belly like the Leaning Tower of Piza. And it ran with his seed, like some melting ice cream treat on a stick. Mari’s pussy was still as open as it had had to be to take Clark’s fucking. It was full of cum, the sluggish mass that filled her as thick as condensed milk.

Ororo was eager to receive the same treatment Mari had, the treatment that had left her so satiated that it didn’t seem like she’d ever stop sighing and thinking about how Clark had felt inside her. But she just couldn’t pass up one last little whetting of her appetite.

“You belong to white cock now,” Ororo pronounced. “I’ll have a taste of what I’m about to be addicted to.”

As Mari lay face down, Ororo bent down to her from behind, cupping her lips to Mari’s sodden slit and voraciously attacking every drop of cum she could reach with her long, agile tongue.

Ororo loved both Mari’s sweetness and the tart essence that Clark had left in her. She swallowed both together, blended into one supremely delicious confection. It was a heavenly impossibility to taste something as appetizing as Clark from Mari’s lovely sex.

She licked her way into Mari’s sex, stretching her tongue to reach as deep as Clark had shot, twisting and wiggling it to get everything, all the sumptuous taste Clark had imbued Mari’s folds with. Ororo couldn’t get it all; when the taste of Mari was stronger than that of Clark’s essence, she pulled away. Much as she enjoyed that, she had to have more of that, more of her addiction. More white cock.

Clark was still kneeling there, his prick jerking in front of him like a knight’s lance, the balls already bloated again. More sweetness, just like had been inside Mari’s cunt.

Ororo dropped her head and took his rampant erection between her lips. She nursed at his glans, then pushed herself down his shaft. Licking as she sucked, sucking as she swallowed, throating Clark all the way to his balls.

She held his cock wrapped up in her gullet, gulping and sputtering, then pulled her lips back up his length. Inch by slow inch, scouring his fat cock of everything he had spurted and everything he had been dripping with from Mari’s wet cunt.

When she came off of his cock, it was left glistening with her saliva. There wasn’t a drop of cum left on it. Her wanton mouth had stripped it of everything but the seething flesh itself.

Ororo swallowed slowly, savoringly, vibrating when she realized this would be her last taste of his seed until she made him come again. The thought seized in her like a flame catching. She needed more cum. She needed the pleasure of making him come too. The combination of temptations—of fucking Clark and getting his cum—was overwhelming. Ororo had to do it. She had to service white cock.

It was time for her to satisfy Clark and see if she ended up any less of a cock-drunk slut than Mari had.

She threw a leg across his brawny body, straddling him, touching him like when she had first seduced Mari to join in the menage so neither woman would be overwhelmed and Clark would be completely satisfied, not casting around elsewhere for more to sate him. More cock for both of them, in the long run.

As was coming to fruition now, while she felt her pussy roiling, ready for every inch and then every boiling drop of cum.

Mari raised her head to watch. Her expression was worshipful. Her breath coming fast as she remembered how good it had been when she was penetrated. Her tongue flicking out to wet her lips, remembering how hard she had come.

She knew Ororo would submit as she had. They would both glory in what they were meant for. White cock. White cum.

Ororo spread her labia and lowered herself onto Clark’s hard prick. Her pussy quivered while it slid over his manhood, actually gurgling as she drove herself down to the hilt. Now she was completely filled with his throbbing masculinity. She loved it. How could she not?

“Wonderful,” she said gleefully, smiling up at whatever gods had finally allowed her to find the perfect cock.

“So wonderful,” Mari agreed, watching breathlessly. “Now you can really come. Come like only white cock can make you.”

Ororo quivered at the other woman’s lascivious words. She swayed on top of Clark, enjoying the feel of so much hardened maleness inside her, rubbing and throbbing against her tight walls. She tried undulating her body and lost all control—not tempting Clark but gratifying his big cock, serving the delicious sensations it gave her. She would do anything so long as that massive prick stayed inside her.

“Play with her tits!” Mari panted, and Clark reached up to grip both of Ororo’s proud breasts. He clenched his hands around them, kneaded the firm flesh, and Ororo closed her eyes in pleasure.

“They’re yours,” she moaned, a smile stretching her features—one she knew would become the cum-drunk look Mari had worn after Clark was done with her.

While Clark groped her breasts, molding them into the shape of the obscene delight he was taking in them, Ororo rammed herself up and down on his prick.

“That a girl! Fuck that dick!” Mari groaned, rolling her own hard nipples between her fingers.

Ororo fucked him wildly as her tits were played with. She felt her nipples throb against his palms and loved the exciting friction of heaving up and down against his still hands.

She filled her pussy on Clark’s girth again and again, so forcefully that she was often afraid she would overshoot his cock and trip right off of him. So Ororo thrust herself down the instant she popped away from his lap, impaling herself balls-deep with the momentum of her entire body.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, Bright Lady, thank you for this cock!” she cried, his prick disappearing so completely into her that her pubic hairs were nestled together with his treasure trail. His hairs dark, her hairs white. The two so entwined it seemed they’d never come apart.

“GOD! GOD! GOOODDDD!” she screamed, coming, her body jerking uncontrollably, losing all sense of rhythm as her orgasm consumed her. White cock was all she could think. This is what white cock does to me.

Clark felt Ororo’s exquisite tightness now rumble violently around his buried cock. He groaned. Shuddered all over. Felt his balls give in and clench to deliver to Ororo what all her rolling pressure clearly wanted from him.

“YESSS! I feel your cum! I feel it going into me!” Ororo wailed, delirious, keening next as more hot thick semen flooded her cunt.

She orgasmed, complete delight in her that she and Clark were coming together. Ororo had always believed it was the ultimate pleasure—now she had proof.

“God, you’re coming so hard!” Clark gasped, still thrusting upward, almost helplessly servicing Ororo even while his load volleyed out of him. “Your pussy’s going crazy! It’s so tight!”

“You made it do that! You gave it what it wanted!” Ororo replied, her face trapped in a lustful grimace. Her hot folds were spasming and milking all down the length of Clark’s member, demanding more cum from him, not willing to stop until she’d emptied his balls.

“UNHH!” Clark grunted, feeling her juices flow out of her and wet his groin. Her little pussy was filled to overflowing, his cum running down her inner thighs and mixing with her cream in his pubic hair.

As their shared climax ended, they went still, feeling the last twinges of ecstasy roll through their sweating, panting bodies.

Clark grinned. He let go of Ororo’s heaving breasts and reached further up to slick some messy hair out of her eyes.

“You’ve enslaved us both to white cock, I hope you realize,” Ororo said softly, a happy sigh following her words. “You’d better let us have more of it on a regular basis or we’ll come looking for you.”

“You won’t have to look for me. You can bet that whenever I get a hard-on, it’ll be because I’m about to treat one of you ladies to some of the white cock you love so much.”

“Hear that, Ro?” Mari asked, crawling over to lay her head down on Clark’s chest and bask in his musky sweat, even if she hadn’t been the one to get it out of him. “I don’t think he’s even going to make us beg.”

“I’ll beg anyway,” Ororo vowed. “White cock is just too good—I can’t pretend anything else gets me off so hard. So maybe I’ll just beg when it’s in Mari. The faster you finish her off, the sooner it can be in me.”

“Speaking of which, what do you think of giving Mari the same taste that you got of her?” Clark suggested, smiling eagerly at the thought of watching again. And how turned on he’d be when they were finished. He was already a little hard…

“I think that’s a splendid idea, Clark. And if it makes that wonderful white cock hard again… you know exactly what to do with it. With both of us dirty girls and all your white cock.”