We Bought A Harem update

Sooner rather than later, the number of Scouts surpassed the numbers of the harem. Bart could not stop generating them, so the harem girls found themselves being double-teamed or even made airtight. And still the Scouts arrived. Now they searched the mountain, eager to find a girl who might have wandered off. One saw a light on inside one of the mountain’s quarters. Quickly, he sped over to the door. The Scout heard noise of smacking lips and creaking bedsprings inside. His aroused thoughts immediately pictured the harem girl masturbating, as many had done while waiting for a Scout to attend to them.

Naked and engorged, the Scout threw open the door. It did not occur to him that this wasn’t just any room, but Kon’s room.

Standing in the doorway, the Scout saw that Kon had already finished with one girl, who looked to be in a pleasurable coma, a wide smile plastered on her face. The other, an Indian girl named Priya with a translucent sari showing her henna tattoos all up and down her otherwise bare body, was locked in a tight embrace with Kon. They kissed as Priya held Kon inside her. His hands wandered her body, caressing under her loose sari as if trying to rub off the henna tattoos that looked so excitingly textured on her smooth body…

The Scout saw that while Priya’s front was pressed flat to Kon and her breasts were being feverishly groped, her long lean back and plump buttocks were going unattended. He quickly jumped into the bed alongside them, snuggling up behind the Indian to press his hardened cock against her buttocks.

Kon quickly noticed that he wasn’t alone in his appreciation of Priya’s body. “Hey, what the fuck, Bart!”

Priya acted quickly, putting Kon’s prick between her thighs and squeezing it tightly. Kon groaned as her pillowy flesh balmed his angry erection. “You don’t mind him joining us, do you? Not after what you had Nomi and I do for you…”

“Her name’s Nomi?” Kon asked.

As his cock throbbed between her thighs, Priya felt Bart’s equally aroused manhood line up between her asscheeks. She’d never had two hard cocks to play with before. She liked the idea of it. And she liked Bart kissing the back of her neck while she kissed Kon’s lips.

Kon sighed and responded to Priya’s kiss. He’d just have to hope Bart was as fast as being the Flash’s sidekick implied.

***

Paloma parted her lips, her tongue snaking out to lick each plump contours, moistening them to a fine sheen. A look of passion glazed her expression and desire blazed in her eyes. Tim thrust his hips forward, spearing himself into Paloma’s waiting maw.

“Oh… wow!” Warmth engulfed his manhood, sending waves of flame up the length of his manhood, all the heat to heat his brain to a pleasured incandescence. “Geez! This is something! Oh God, I’m in your mouth! You’re sucking me off!”

Her red lips parted further to take in all of his thick length, sliding over the bullish glans of his cockhead and then tightening on the collar of his dick. She took him slowly into her mouth, her lips crushing down on all of his girthy shaft, sucking on all she took in as if eager to be fed the tasty white sperm his erection was built to deliver to her.

More and more of his endowment vanished, sucked into her eager mouth. Tim’s eyes could only widen in astonishment. His member had once seemed so big, too much for this dainty, lissome girl, but now he had almost nothing left. It was all gone, taken by this slip of a girl with a gargantuan hunger to service him.

She mouthed him right down to his base, leaving only his balls outside of her taut and suctioning lips.

“Hnnnn!” Tim’s asshole puckered; all of his body seemed to clench and shut, leaving nowhere for Paloma’s delights to go but directly into his balls, boiling his cum to the liquid heat she wanted on her tongue. “Suck me… suck it all… I want all of my cock down your throat!”

Paloma rolled her tongue around the beautiful hunk of flesh that filled her mouth. Her throat stretched to accommodate the girth she was forcing down into it. She jerked her head back and forth, massaging his cockhead with her gag reflex and urging him to hose her tonsils down with his cum, defeating the tightness of her throat once and for all. And as she did, she buried her fingers in her sex.

Two fingers inside her opening as the heel of her hand rubbed at her stiff clit, setting fire to the lust she felt at fellating such a huge erection. The thought of it going off and bursting with hot seed to clog her throat and fill her stomach heightened her excitement. Hard as it was to think of anything but the huge prick in her mouth, she tantalized herself by imagining the taste of his cum too.

“I’m going to come! Paloma, I’m going to come right in your mouth!” Tim shoved himself up against her, forcing Paloma’s face flat to his stomach. His prick was as far into her throat as it could go. He felt it pulsing against the roof of her mouth. “You’re the first, Paloma… first girl I’m fucking… at my first orgy… first girl to swallow all this cum!”

His legs stiffened, his eyes shut, and his body was racked by the bomb-blasts of his orgasm. He felt like a ship tossed about on the sea, rolling on the high waves that were the seed he was emptying into Paloma’s hot liquid acceptance. Her throat was all his receptacle and he was spilling everywhere—he just knew he left everything past her lips painted the stark white of his lust.

“MMPH!” Paloma moaned around Tim’s thundering prick, feeling it quiver and harden on her tongue. She sucked hard, milking it for another gulp of cum, and was rewarded with more of his seed searing into her taste buds.

She swallowed, spreading the warmth down her gullet, and began to come as the taste overwhelmed her—coating her mouth, her throat, going on to settle deeper and deeper inside her. She thrust three fingers deep into her undulating sex, as if reaching for the semen that was pouring down into her.

“Ohh… uuhhnn!”

With his balls emptied, Tim finally felt the numbness in his legs. Holding himself up for that amazing blowjob had strained him like he’d run a marathon. He took his cock away from Paloma’s whitewashed lips and it sloshed out of her mouth, exhausted, landing limply against his hairy thigh. Paloma licked her lips of his semen, gulping every drop down. Her hands were still working between her legs, prolonging the last of her climax.

“Well, how’d you like it?” Paloma seemed more energetic than before. Like swallowing his cum had imparted a new strength upon her. “It seemed like you enjoyed yourself a lot. I’ve got a bellyful of how much you enjoyed yourself!”

Tim breathed hard. “It was great. Really great. I don’t think I’m ever going to forget that.” He leaned against the wall, then slumped down until he was sitting. “Or the person who did it.”

Paloma clapped her hands together. “I bet you won’t.” She grinned. “Because I’m not even done yet.”

“Wha?”

Dazed, Tim lifted his sagging head to look at Paloma. His prick was tender and flaccid, totally defeated, but Tim felt an odd airiness to it as Paloma crawled between his legs, like the lust Paloma was sending out was right on its wavelength.

“I need you hard again,” Paloma said. “I mean, you can’t enjoy the orgy with a limp dick. And we can’t enjoy you without that big dick in fighting form.”

She lifted his collapsed manhood with her hand, closing her fingers on it to squeeze it gently, rhythmically, fingers twitching back and forth to rub it just enough not to overstimulate him. Then she let go of it. Moving her hand to her mouth and licking her palm. Then she sat back, drawing up her knees and spreading her pussy lips with both hands.

“You still need to fuck someone,” she went on. “And I want you to fuck me. I want you to do to my tight cunt what you did to my throat.” She pulled her folds apart, showing him how her slit would gape obscenely for him, if only he’d enter her. “Look at it, Tim. It hasn’t been touched. It’s all for you. I want you to leave this cunt ruined. I want it dripping with cum, just like you left my mouth. Can you do that, Tim? Can you give me a white hot pussy at the orgy?”

Tim’s prick raised slightly, but he still felt ill-equipped to give her the wild fuck she was asking for—to translate the maddened energy of that blowjob into actual coitus.