Rocky update

Rocky moved and the world went with him. He was enormous. Merely by willing it, by moving his loins a few inches, he bounced Lara around. Seeming to need only his embedded cock to fully control her.

Can’t hold back much longer! Lara thought, unable to think of her impending orgasm as anything but a defeat. He’s too big inside me! There’s no way any girl couldn’t come!

With a choking sob, she gave in. The world shattered around here, the pieces raining down endlessly.

As Lara squealed, no longer able to do anything but experience the orgasms that each twitch of Rocky’s loins brought, Sheena straddled the statue’s broad chest. Planting her feet firmly against the ground and arching her back, she sat on Rocky offering her smoldering pussy to his mouth. His handsome face rose into the soft wet lips of her opening.

Whether he possessed a tongue or Sheena was gratified just by the touch of his stony lips, she writhed in rapture, grasping his boulder of a head and forcing herself tighter to him. Obliterating both the sight of his face and the openness of her sex in a collision of flesh and stone.

“Oh, Dumballah!” Sheena heaved with joy, feeling Rocky as she couldn’t possibly have with any human lover. She directed her spasming as best she could to bring herself closer to his mouth. “It’s so good, my love! Dhakka! Is it ever good!”

The jungle filled with the delirious sound of her cunt sucking and convulsing, Sheena squealing and shrieking in joy. The statue’s face was completely drenched by Sheena’s abject enjoyment; from the sound of Sheena’s wailing, he continued working on her excited flesh.

Lara came back to her senses. Then she started fucking herself even harder on that incredible cock. Everything conspired against her. The perversion of doing this with some inhuman entity, a supernatural occurrence she didn’t even comprehend. And she was tied up, dominated by Sheena. This was forced on her, something she was made to enjoy, something still so luscious that she didn’t have to want it to love it.

Lara thrilled to the strangeness of her own reaction, the reduction of herself to an animal that needed no thought, just sensation. She loved the monstrous stone phallus inside her dripping cunt. That was all there was to it. Whatever this thing was, it was the best stud she’d yet had. She was too attuned to her body, to her adrenaline and her instincts, to let her intellect ruin a perfect fuck.

Lara came again and again. And again. Until her breath rubbed like sandpaper through her dry throat. Liquid fire flared in and out of her lungs. Her nipples seemed to fly away from her heaving breasts each time she bobbed up and down, granite-hard, crying out to be touched, but the only contact she got on them was her sweat rolling down all her naked body.

“Do it to me again!” she pleaded. “I need more! I need it deep in my cunt, fucking me so good, OHHHH!”

“Oh yes!” Sheena sobbed. “There’s nothing else like it! Not in all Piatiti can a woman feel as good as this!”

Throwing her head from side to side, Sheena’s golden hair caught the light and burned brighter than ever around her flushed face. Her fingers whitened around the back of Rocky’s head, trying to get his mouth even closer to her slippery womanhood. On and on the progression went, the beautiful woman pulling closer to orgasm, seeming to masturbate with how she stroked herself against the rigid contours of that divine face. The pressure on her clit was driving Sheena out of her mind.

“Suck, oh yes, suck!” she screamed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, let me come for you, yes, YES!”

Her body shuddered ecstatically. She closed her naked thighs around Rocky’s face, dancing her body in all directions off the convulsions she received from him, lost in the same unstoppable pleasure that had enfolded Lara at the statue’s loins.

Lara rocked back and forth as well, enjoying being enslaved to Rocky as much as she had taking the lead in any fuck she’d ever performed. His prick spread her labia to the breaking point. When Rocky shifted her in his lap so that her clit rubbed against his cool stone, she couldn’t hold back all that was mounting inside her. She exploded with another orgasm—this time it spurted out of her, a gush of enjoyment that reached Sheena’s bounding body. It didn’t feel like a cock he was fucking her with, even one made out of stone. It had to be a stick of dynamite.

And the fuse was relit every time she let her body sway around and rub her clit on the impossible hardness that was somehow there to receive it. Lara had never come this way from being penetrated before; either there was something even more supernatural to this animated statue than the fact that he was moving or she was simply a kinky bitch that got off on this being ever so technically against her will.

Perhaps there was a reason Lara kept traipsing around in front of the scum of the world while wearing nothing more than hot pants and a tanktop. Perhaps there was more to her not wearing a bra than the fact that her gravity-defying breasts didn’t require one. Perhaps there was even something to the fact that she kept Plan B stowed in her backpack on every getaway beyond simple precaution.

Her body undulated again. Rocky wasn’t doing this to her; he’d just shown her how. She rubbed against his stone body, pinching her clit painfully between her flesh and his rock, and she came. Whatever difference there had once been for her between pain and pleasure, it was gone now, melted within the crucible that her bound, straining body had become. Lara needed every sensation she could get. And she got more than enough.

Desire seemed to lance out of her tortured clit, penetrating down into her legs until it curled her toes. She was spurred on to even more frantically impale herself on Rocky’s erection. She couldn’t even beg for more like she had been doing, not vocally. Her thoughts rushed out of her mouth in garbled, spat out cries.

“Cock fucking my tiny little pussy! Pumping the living shit out of me! My cunt! Fuck me! Big cock, big cock, need to come, need it all in me and knocking me up! Breeding my slut pussy! Owning my cunt once and for all!”

Never had a climax taken apart Lara’s intellect like this one had. And when she felt the rush of the stone’s eruption giving her sucking hole all it could want and more, she managed to come yet again. Her cunt wrapped strongly around the phallus and wrenched at it, milking it, convulsing as if to help it empty itself of all the seed it had to give her. It wasn’t just her orgasm. This was something else, something she didn’t think would happen except with Rocky.

As her passion died away, Lara pitched forward. She butted against Sheena, who casually shouldered her aside. She dropped heavily, her hands futilely reaching out to arrest her descent. Her bonds cut into her flesh, already sore from how she’d aggravated them during her orgasmic jerking. But her body still felt too good for her to summon up any care. She lay there, panting, trying not to think of what it meant for her that she’d been able to enjoy that so much, not feeling revulsion at any point… and it was easy not to think. Her flesh still thundered with pleasure and satiation. She was still so full…

Sheena was on the ground with her. When had that happened? There was no way to know. Minutes could’ve passed or entire hours. Lara still felt a feverish warmth passing from within her to outside her, cum drooling from her well-opened passage.

“What is it now?” Lara asked, as Sheena crawled over her naked body. “Bugger all… I don’t have any more in me!”

“You have much more in you,” Sheena said certainly. “A gift that must be shared, as I shared with you.”

“Shared with me… bloody hell… you damn well buggered me, I’d say. If you’d had a todger, it would’ve been gang rape. And probably the only way I could feel sorer than I already am. Man alive, how often do you fuck that thing? It makes you immortal, right, taking his seed? Why you look twenty-bloody-one even though there’ve been sightings of you since century before last… I don’t think I’d be able to take a rogering like that more than once every decade. And I liked my thirties. Am liking my thirties, that is…”

Sheena dropped her head down. She had a handful of Lara’s bare hip and another hand reached up to grasp Lara’s breast. Her tongue played over Lara’s taut belly, then slid down to spread her womanhood, touching on all the little trickles of essence that now marked how well-used she was.

Lara could only let her head drift back and enjoy herself. After how much Rocky had come inside her, she didn’t feel like denying Sheena one drop.