Clowning Around update

Her legs weren’t kicking anymore. They were more just shuddering. Quivering. Kaine had been in enough fights to know when someone was fighting and Tina wasn’t.

Her breasts were looser than Aya’s had been—not as firm. They sagged pendulously on her chest, while what little cleavage Aya had stood high and proud. Kaine enjoyed the difference between them more than preferring one over the other. All he really cared about was how Tina’s breasts filled his squeezing hands.

“One by one,” Kaine agreed. He noticed that the expression on Tina’s face was different.

“Every last one of them,” she breathed.

Kaine couldn’t believe this. Actually, he could. It seemed obvious that all these clown bitches got off at the drop of a hat. Fondling Tina was probably more foreplay than she usually got.

“And now I’m going to fuck you, Tina. I’m going to make you come just like I did all of them.”

Tina wasn’t even going through the motions of fighting anymore. She put her hands on top of Kaine’s, pressing his fingers even more firmly into her lush tits.

“Ohhhh!” she moaned, still more fulfilled than she had been, now that Kaine was specifically scratching her own little itch.

Tina’s face was turned to the side, showing Kaine a slight smile upon her lips. Her teeth were out. She wasn’t dissembling at all. There wasn’t an ounce of insincerity to her response.

“Kkkhhhh!” Tina cried, twisting lustfully under the pressure of Kaine’s body.

Kaine kept it up, moving his hands over the black woman’s luscious breasts. He wanted to see just how hot she could get if he kept up this treatment. It was clear that, however used Tina was to being handled, few men took the time to truly satisfy her. Feeling his efforts, Tina was happy as a kitten lapping at a saucer of cream.

You can do whatever you like to her, Kaine thought to himself. It was a sleazy thought, but then, it wasn’t like he was a sicko. He only wanted to do things that Tina would enjoy too.

Not that there seemed much limit to that. The woman seemed to have about as much self-restraint as an alley cat in heat.

Kaine came off of the woman, but he didn’t let go of her. He laid down beside Tina. Then, still holding her breasts in his affecting grasp, he kissed her.

Tina moaned. Kaine added this to the list of what he could do to her. He doubted he would finish the list anytime soon.

Kaine dipped his hand underneath Tina’s jersey, browsing the soft skin he found just beneath the fabric. It was all alluring, the kind of nubile flesh he’d love to stop and fondle, but he kept going until he reached her bare breast. Without the jersey in the way, Kaine found himself letting out an involuntary groan at just how supple and warm it felt.

“Mmmm,” Tina moaned, matching his enjoyment.

It wasn’t enough for Kaine. Maybe if he hadn’t just fucked all her friends, he would’ve been happy to simply caress that naked flesh with a tiny note of modesty still in place. But his arousal was raging, a storm that showed no sign of stopping. He pulled Tina’s jersey up over her chest. He had to see all of her, have all of her, the way he’d had her friends.

“Oh shit!” Tina cried, halfheartedly attempting to hold onto her jersey, but Kaine pulled it away from her so easily that she might as well not have bothered.

He stared at her uncovered breasts, transfixed by the sight. They were a slightly darker shade of brown than the rest of her chocolate tan, swollen and heaving as though permeated with his lust, changed by it. In the middle of the black globes, her nipples were actually a shade lighter, almost amber, the puckered flesh seeming to glow in its aroused stiffness.

Her breasts, real as could be, slid to the sides of her chest with Tina on her back. Kaine put his hand on the side of one settling breast and pressed it back to the center. Watching the flesh of her cleavage slosh around like that excited Kaine almost as much as feeling it.

“Suck them,” Tina whispered—Kaine guessed she had gotten used to the idea of being stripped. Or maybe she just figured that as long as he was sucking on her breasts, he wasn’t getting a good look at them.

He kissed one of her amber nipples. It was so stiff it seemed to want to slide into his mouth. He parted his lips and let it in. Tina gasped, wrapping her arms around Kaine’s head, and he began to apply pressure. The harder he sucked on the little nipple, the tighter she grasped his masked head.

After feeling like he’d brought Tina to a fever pitch, all of her hardened nipple suffused with pleasure, Kaine opened his mouth wide and stuffed it with as much of Tina’s breast as he could fit inside. Tina seemed to like that; she pressed down on the back of his head, shoving him into her abundant breast as if to get even more of its flesh into his mouth. Kaine could hardly breathe, but that wasn’t something to care about at a time like this.

With his mouth full of sweet roundness, Kaine reached down to Tina’s groin. He cupped his hand around her mound, feeling the heat of her arousal right through her pants. He rubbed and Tina’s legs shot up, thighs wrapping around his wrist.

Kaine kept up the pressure for a few more seconds, long enough to seemingly addict Tina to it. When he took his hand away, she squeezed her legs shut on it, trying to hold it to her. But Kaine only pulled his hand back long enough to slide it down the front of her pants. Then Tina cooed, feeling his fingers delve under her panties and into her pubic hair.

“OHHHH!” she gasped, feeling his middle finger press down into her labia, entering her.

It was a decadent feeling, being inside the snug warmth of Tina’s slot, but it only whetted Kaine’s appetite. Why should he stop there? Tina clearly wanted more. And if she didn’t, she’d still enjoy it.

Kaine ripped her pants away. He heard Tina squeal, but there wasn’t any note of protest in her voice, except for how hard she panted as she grabbed at his forearm and tried to get his hand back to her crotch.

Kaine went willingly, rubbing at her wet panties as he looked her over. As thrilling as it had been to penetrate her, it was its own brand of excitement to feel how wet he’d made her, to touch her through her sheer panties. She wore only them, a pair of socks, and the jersey that was now hopelessly tangled about her shoulders, unable to reliably cover a single inch of her.

Kaine was about out of his mind with an eagerness to fuck, but he still admired the sight—even taking his hand away to commit to memory the sight of her pubic triangle through the material of her gusset. Then he tore her panties off her shapely hips, not expending an iota of care to keep them intact. From the squeal Tina let out, she enjoyed having him rip her clothes off as much as he did.

With Kaine’s obnoxiously blunt perusal of her, Tina felt an irrepressible urge to shut her legs and cover her crotch with her hand. Kaine only snorted a laugh and pulled her hand away. Then he opened her thighs, exposing her groin once more. Tina groaned, feeling even more aroused at being revealed to him a second time.

“All four of us,” Tina whispered. “You’ll really have fucked all four of us.”

There was a note of excitement in her flabbergasted voice. Kaine looked at her sex, its lips open, showing the delicate folds of pink anticipation within. He put his hand on it, his fingers stuffing it, spreading the lips wide and showing him the sheath her womanhood provided for a cock like his.

It would be incredibly thrilling to really have fucked the whole damn gang. But somehow, Kaine thought it’d be even more thrilling to conquer them without even needing his big cock.

“Jerk me off,” he told Tina. “You were fucked the moment you walked into the same room as me.”

Without any thought but obedience, Tina wrapped her fingers around Kaine’s prick. She started jerking him off with long, even strokes. It might not’ve been a cunt, Kaine thought, but having a woman so turned on that she was this submissive had to be the next best thing.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch Tina jerking him off. His cock was throbbing so potently that it nearly broke Tina’s grip on it. She was jacking him off skillfully, her slender hand moving up and down his erection as though she felt his own arousal and was desperately trying to satiate it. Even at his most debauched, teenaged excitement, Kaine had never tried to satisfy himself as hard as Tina was doing.

“Unnnnhh!” Kaine groaned, feeling his orgasm mounting inside of him.

His breath quickened. His hips twitched. Tina could see he was about to come. Her hand moved even faster, trying to intensify her lover’s climax. It excited her madly to do so.

“Ah! Ahhh!” Kaine shuddered out. Tina was jerking his cock so hard now that his balls bounced below his shaft. He almost wished she would stop, the feeling was so intense, as his prick quaked and hardened and fired a silver bullet high into the air.

Tina cooed over how much she’d elicited as Kaine launched more white globs of cum up out of his cockhead, his body racked by waves of ecstasy.

“Jesus!” Tina gasped. Her hand was so drenched with his thick seed she could’ve been wearing a glove. “You’re coming in quarts! What must you have done to my girls?”

“Yeahhh,” Kaine sighed as he fell back, thoroughly drained.

He lay there, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Tina lifted up her soaking hand and, kittenishly, licked at its wetness. Her jersey had fallen over one breast. The other was still out in the open air. And even after she’d jerked him off, Kaine couldn’t keep his eyes from that lovely teat.

He went to pick up his costume, pulling it on over his thankfully deflated cock and tired body.

“Oh, sure,” Tina groused. “His clothes he doesn’t eff up…”

The others were starting to stir. Kaine huffed an amused smile. “Tell your girlfriends I had a lovely time.”

He flicked a spider-tracer into Candy’s voluminous hair, trusting she wouldn’t notice it for a good long time.

It might take a week, but the next time his balls were full, he wanted to know where this foursome was staying.