Frozen Friends update

Jasmine entered the bedroom, her eyes immediately drawn to the sleeping Kristoff and Anna. Both their hair was mussed from sleeping, and from whatever lovemaking they had done, she could well imagine. Jasmine crept to the bed and pulled back the sheets, regarding Kristoff’s naked body with both awe and a prideful acknowledgment of her own memory. It had not been wishful thinking or even fear. Kristoff really was that big, and yet Anna had taken him, judging by their nakedness… and how could she not? It was self-evident to her now how pleasurable even such a large, destructive phallus could be when the female was receptive and the male knew how to use it properly. And Kristoff most definitely knew how to use it.

She bent down, smelling the funk of his extinguished lust and old fucking on his groin. She filled her nostrils with it, the intoxicating scent seeming to go straight to her womanhood. Her tongue snaked out to further experience his overpowering maleness before she could stop herself.

Her tongue touched his shaft, throbbing with the same low-level arousal that surely Jasmine would feel if she were asleep with tiny, kinky Anna in her arms, and then she had to keep going. Her tongue slid over his length, feeling out the gnarled veins and sleeping heat of his cock, until it twitched potently, Kristoff giving a moan in his sleep.

Jasmine quickly backed away, now content simply to watch Kristoff. The slack muscles in his broad frame, matching the long thickness of his prick even as it softened back to motionlessness. When he had not stirred for several minutes, Jasmine’s lust returned to overtake her caution. She went back down worshipfully to his manhood, this time slithering her tongue with confidence over his cockhead. 

She slathered it in her spit, tasting traces of Anna’s cunt, his own still-potent cum, and the sweet taste of his prick itself. Kristoff’s breathing pitched in his sleep, but Jasmine’s need was going nowhere. She opened her mouth and slid her lips over the crown of Kristoff’s member, tonguing the glans, feeling herself inwardly swell as his cock grew excitingly. Kristoff mumbled sleepily, voicing vague approval as the pleasure Jasmine was giving his cock ran through his hulking body.

Anna came awake now, drifting in the comfortably chill expanse of the night air and the featureless sheets, conscious only of Kristoff’s warm, strong body against hers and the enjoyable ache of her cunt after Kristoff had used it so perfectly, like any tool he had mastered. She blinked her eyes until her vision returned—she wanted to look at Kristoff and remember their fuck even more strongly. What she saw, however, was Jasmine’s lips distended around the massive tool she herself had mastered.

Anna did not feel jealousy, but more a sense of impropriety in Jasmine touching her stuff without asking—a familiar sensation to a sister. But it was quickly eclipsed as she saw how adroitly Jasmine mouthed that huge cock, which was only getting bigger. It was so like how Elsa wrapped her lips around it, and yet not. Her body already felt glowing and alive, as it almost always did in the morning, and now to add to that there was a tingling between her thighs. So long as they were waking her dear, darling husband up, she wanted to enjoy him being roused as well.

Anna moved down the bed, her trim and light body barely compressing the bedsprings, until she was kneeling down on the other side of Kristoff’s insensate body, sharing a look with Jasmine. Jasmine eyed her apologetically, but also seemed to motion to the cock both in her mouth and protruding greatly from between her lips with a certain explanatory grace. As if to say that she couldn’t resist any delicacy so self-evidently delicious. 

Anna couldn’t fault her, instead coming down to brush her lips against Kristoff’s balls, bloated now despite all she had done to drain them in the night. And they smelled good, tasted better, her tongue flashing out to trace the fine hair and tiny veins that made his scrotum’s texture so interesting. His heavy testes rolled around in their pouch as she tongued them, her nose pressed against the pillar of his cock.

Together, their eyes electrically meeting with the joy of what they were doing, the women shared Kristoff’s manhood. His cock was fully swollen now, hot and throbbing between Jasmine’s lips. She sucked more hungrily, and the warm precum she gulped down seemed to travel straight to her warming pussy. Her lips went further down the massive erection. Jasmine knew she would not be able to accept all of his length inside her mouth, but she bobbed her head fervently over what she could handle, stretching first her lips, then her throat around his mammoth endowment. 

Anna mouthed his balls, which filled her mouth, but still she looked enviously at Jasmine, pouting over how the other woman got the first taste of Kristoff’s sweet seed, even though she knew her beloved husband would be greatly pleased with having the both of them waking him up.

Kristoff blinked awake, almost gasping at how hard his cock had become. His balls were engorged too, feeling the sucking pressure that could only be Anna’s mouth. He looked down the bed, his vision clearing to see two gorgeous faces around his cock, two naked bodies arranged on his bed. And, noticing him awake, Anna moved them with her deceptive smartness, arranging the pair so that they were facing away from his head, their bare asses presented to him as they knelt down at his groin. He reached out, feeling Jasmine’s cunt on one side of him and Anna’s on the other. And as he touched, he felt Jasmine’s teeth dig into his shaft, while Anna’s mouth tightened on his scrotum.

“Enough!” he groaned, giving stiff slaps to either of their backsides. Anna reacted with a surprised cry, while Jasmine gave a mildly incensed shriek. “You’re gonna make me come. And I don’t wake up for just a blowjob.”

Anna popped his balls out of her mouth and smiled at Jasmine around Kristoff’s burgeoning cock. “Well. Sounds like there’s a need for my wifely duties!”

She started to crawl up to him, but Jasmine caught her by the hair. “Can I? You’ve had his cock so many times, but I—I’ve never—I know it’ll hurt, but I want to—“

“Have your turn?” Anna asked.

“Just once,” Jasmine agreed. “You can sit on his face and have him eat you out. But please, let me have his cock this time.”

Anna sighed. She knew by the fearful, yet curious tone of Jasmine’s voice how important it was to her to get to enjoy fucking Kristoff, and she could make do without if it meant rewarding Jasmine’s courage. Still, having her mouth sucking away at Kristoff only made her want him in her cunt too. She had to resign herself to having her pussy eaten—but there’d be other times she’d have him all to herself. And besides, after she and Jasmine had shared Kristoff, maybe Kristoff and her could share Jasmine.

Anna gave a nod. Jasmine smiled back at her, nearly beaming with thankfulness. She had the feeling Anna understood somehow the daring it took for her to take on Kristoff’s roughhewn fucking and was as curious to see Jasmine experience it as she herself was.

“I’m so damn hot, Anna… I can’t wait any longer!” Moving with the lithe grace of a belly-dancer, Jasmine flowed up to straddle Kristoff’s body, holding his prick in her firm grasp as she rocked her hips over it, painting the tip over her slit. Her face was soon etched with a look of pure delight. The anticipation of taking that massive cock was rocketing up into her body, literally making her shiver!

Kristoff felt the nearly sucking tightness of Jasmine’s cunt parting around his glans and he moaned in ecstasy. Her amply aroused juices trickled down his shaft and dampened the hair of his groin. It was such a unique sensation that Kristoff almost wanted Jasmine to stop there and get him off that way, with only the very edges of his groin and hers meeting, but while he was contented with such teasing, Jasmine had her heart set on more. Much, much more.

Stopping with Kristoff’s erection poised underneath her, Jasmine fumbled it into place, aimed right down her passage. Kristoff was prepared to feel his way inside her. But then Jasmine dropped down with her full weight on his member, and he found himself nowhere near ready for the experience of being inside her. A full half of his enormous length had disappeared into Jasmine, engulfed in a fiery tightness that seemed to be trying to squeeze the life out of his virile prick. The heat made every throbbing beat of his arousal into another lightning bolt of pleasure coursing through him, and the sensation only became more intense as more of him was sheathed inside of Jasmine. He could only groan with the feeling spreading through him—“Oh, Christ!”

If the shock Kristoff felt was huge, it was even more violent on Jasmine’s end. Her thigh muscles tensed as if readying themselves to flee from the overwhelming sensation, but though her body started to lift her up off her own luscious penetration, she quickly slipped down again, his cock plunging even deeper inside her. Her inner muscles contracted orgasmically and Jasmine’s eyes rolled back in her head as she learned what it was to be owned by such a massive prick. Aladdin truly knew how to make love to her, every intricate detail of her body, every secret pleasure that could be found in her flesh, but there was something to be said for the overwhelming animal passion of being impaled by Kristoff, reduced to little more than a wet hole, as easily filled by rapture as it was with male flesh.

Kristoff saw Jasmine’s ecstatic distress and tried to say something soothing, but he found his face suddenly swathed in Anna. She had straddled his head and brought her snatch down for his oral affections, little caring how overwhelming he found Jasmine’s tightness when her own pussy needed tending to. 

She’d wanted to be the one having her greedy little sex reamed out, wanted the sexual release that Jasmine was so vivaciously enjoying, and she was determined to get whatever satisfaction she could from Kristoff’s tongue instead. “Go on, Kristoff! I know she’s taking care of your lust, but don’t tell me you’re not hungry—“ Kristoff heard, and little else as Anna’s creamy thighs circled around his head.

Not that Kristoff could much care what she was saying with Jasmine’s tightened cunt all around his cock. And Jasmine greatly felt his broad cockhead surge deep inside her, until what felt like all of her sheath was stretched and filled with heated flesh. The lust was too much for her. She needed release. Desperately, Jasmine reached down and diddled her clitoris, revealed as it was by the bulge of Kristoff’s prick inside her.

It heightened the sensation for both of them, making Jasmine’s cunt tighter, hotter, almost sucking at Kristoff’s member. But as it was impossible to ignore that drawing grip on his manhood, it was equally impossible not to notice the dewy beads of arousal glistening on the hairs of Anna’s cunt. His tongue flicked out to taste them, one succulent droplet at a time, each sampling stimulating Anna with its feathery touch. She panted as she pressed herself down even tighter to his face.

“Damn you, husband, give me your tongue! I want that blasted tongue where it belongs!”

But Kristoff could not stand to divert his attention from the ratcheting tension of Jasmine’s sex around his organ. He was enjoying it too much. He had one princess fucking herself on his cock and another offering her cunt to his lips and refusing to be turned down. A man had to enjoy these things—take a moment to stop and smell the roses, or at least, whatever that scent was. But he certainly didn’t intend to be the only one who found the occasion unforgettable. 

Kristoff’s tongue made a slow trip from the bottom of Anna’s labia to the top, flicking her clitoris lovingly but abandoning it in the middle of Anna’s responsive gasp. Traveling back down, he eased Anna’s lips open with his tongue and sucked on the flood, tasting as much of her sweet juices as he could. The slightly bitter aftertaste only aroused him further as he suckled on Anna’s inner flesh, bringing his wife closer and closer to her orgasm until Anna could not remember ever wanting his cock more than this.

Kristoff was nearly being driven out of his mind with bliss. Even above Anna’s moans and tightening thighs he could hear the wet sucking of Jasmine rising up his cock, then the lewd squelch of her smashing down again on his groin. He was being buried further and further inside her powerfully gripping sex, without having to exert himself at all. He just laid back, enjoyed the taste of Anna’s womanhood, and even moreso the steamy fuck Jasmine was giving him.

Jasmine was quite content as well. In fact, she felt filled to overflowing with Kristoff’s manhood. The only thing that could make it better was to lift her body up and drop it back down on his buried length, letting the friction mount inside her clenching sex. The feel of him driving smoothly up and down inside her like some clockwork piston was enough to rob her of all her misgivings. She could not believe she’d ever been afraid of this. Despite the gritted-teeth pain she felt as her sex was opened up by the massive intrusion she had countenanced, it was nothing next to the wonderful sensation of having her needy cunt filled, completed. She was lost in the feeling of a hard, jerking prick inside her, and she only fell deeper under its spell as she quickened her rise and fall upon Kristoff’s straining erection.

Kristoff kissed and lapped at each scalloped edge of Anna’s sensitive pussy, making sure he’d tasted every last drop of her cream. Then, with her licked clean, he drove his tongue deep and hard into her opening, penetrating her as ferociously as Jasmine had been.

Anna orgasmed, almost drowning her husband with a gush of her juices. His tongue licked at her velvet walls, feeling them ripple and convulse with her climax. Everything inside Anna was racked and tossed by the violence of her coming, seeming to invite Kristoff’s tongue deeper into her, letting him feel the internal muscles that had gripped and massaged his trapped cock so many times inside her. Once more, Kristoff sucked at her copious juices.

“That’s soo goooood,” Anna moaned. “Keep doing that! Oh, yes, keep sucking me! Eat me all up—aiieee!”

His tongue had found her G-spot, and she came again to Kristoff’s great satisfaction. Not only was he always happy to get Anna off, but her pussy never tasted better than when she was coming.

Anna’s legs tensed, a spasm going through them along with her pleasure, and they deafened Kristoff’s ears to the world. All he was left with was the taste and feel of Anna’s boiling, churning sex. He could tell she was close to another orgasm. The tension in her body had her quivering, almost fucking herself on his lashing tongue. 

So Kristoff decided to ram his tongue into Anna’s cunt. He fucked her with it, driving it in, then sliding it out along her trembling folds, touching every single square inch of her pussy that he could get to. He could feel the tides of passion rising inside of Anna, shooting up with a lance of joy when he shoved his tongue in, then staying tautly elevated as his tongue withdrew, straining her well-pleasured nerves to the limit.

Anna’s pussy was on fire, pleasure burning like acid into every flickering nerve ending. It tingled up her spine and filled her mind—she could hardly breathe while the onslaught went on and on. She sucked in air to the very bottoms of her lungs, then screamed as a new orgasm exploded through her. 

She rocked back and forth on Kristoff’s face, treating his mouth like a cock, trying to fuck herself on it with the same rhythm he would set as he mounted her. But his tongue couldn’t fill her the same way, couldn’t give her the same support. All too soon, her climax melted away from her, and she was left too exhausted to try for another. Gasping for breath, she slipped off of Kristoff, falling onto her back where she was fortunate enough to be able to watch Jasmine bounding up and down on her husband’s cock.

Jasmine continued pleasing herself with Kristoff’s prick, slowly, rhythmically, emptying herself of his manhood as much as she could, then dropping herself onto as much of it as she could get. With Anna no longer splayed over his face, Kristoff could see Jasmine doing it. He wouldn’t have thought the sight could compare to the sensation of having her rise and fall on his cock, but seeing her strain both coming and going, the look of ecstatic anticipation on her face for every new feel of his prick, made it more thrilling than he could’ve believed.

Jasmine gasped as she plunged down again on Kristoff’s member. It really was too big, in just the right way. She felt as if she were being pulled apart, she was so tight around it, and it was so big inside her—forcing her to stretch and pull with every new inch she took. By lowering herself more and more with each drop, she made the pain bearable… and also kept it going, sweetly torturing her cunt.

She would never had thought that she’d want any man but Aladdin, yet now her pussy was blazing, a fiery need for this new experience. She wanted Kristoff. She wanted his cock. She wanted to be fucked till it hurt, and beyond—until it hurt as much as she could stand. She wanted as much pleasure out of this as she could have, no matter how much pain came with it. She wanted to earn this brutal fucking—the feel of his massive cock buried inside her was sheer heaven, even with the hell that came with it. 

As his endowment jerked and pulsed inside her, showing Jasmine the frantic need was on his end as well, she tightened her inner muscles to give his aroused throbbing something to rebound off of. By Allah, if he told her this fuck would rip her in two, she wouldn’t stop. It was too good. It felt too good and it hurt too good.

She rose, his cock reluctantly slipping out of her despite the firm grip of her cunt on it, making it slurp its way out of her. Then Jasmine lowered herself back down, her pussy gulping up its own impalement. The fire inside her was blazing merrily away as she fucked Kristoff, now the only one doing so. Kristoff reached up and clutched at her breasts. The feel of his thick, meaty fingers squeezing her tits tipped the delicate balance she felt in her cunt into sheer pleasure. Delight knifed deep into her chest, reaching the heat radiating up her spine, connecting her fucked pussy and her fondled tits until her body couldn’t hold the sensations in anymore. She burst with release.

Instantly, she needed more. She needed to fuck herself to another climax as fast as possible. She rose and fell on Kristoff’s cock, galloping on the stalwart erection he offered her, goring herself on it like some suicidal antelope giving itself over to a rhino’s horn. She was beyond pain—she didn’t care about it. All that mattered was the bliss she knew she could experience atop his manhood.

“I hope you like my tits, please like my tits,” Jasmine babbled mindlessly, grabbing his thick wrists as if she could hold his hands in place where they were doing her so much good. “It feels so—nice!”

Kristoff didn’t satisfy her need for continuous fondling, not entirely. He kept one hand on her left breast, enjoying the play her hardened nipples gave his tweaking fingers. But his other hand went down Jasmine’s beautifully flat belly, fingers tracing her sculpted loins—first to the dimple of her belly button, then the hair of her pubis, and finally the juncture of her thighs where her clit grew. 

Kristoff stroked and caressed it with surprising skill, having well-learned how sweetly sensitive the little button was. Jasmine was not at all expecting the big brute to know how to expertly handle her pearl as well. Driven wild with need, she launched herself up like a rocket, then came down on Kristoff like a hammer on an anvil. She took his cock to the very root, almost bruising his balls. 

Unbearable heat charged through her body, overloading every nerve she had. His immense cock was all the way in, claiming her, owning her. Even with her juices trickling out of her overstuffed passage, she wasn’t lubricated enough. The friction was making her know that she was impaled, know his cock was too big for her. But he kept fingering her clit, lacing her body with electric thrills that made it all worth it. The feel of his other big hand on her teat, working the pebble-hard nipple, hit her with excitement like a battering ram. Taking deep, convulsive gulps that made her feel no less lightheaded, Jasmine climaxed once more.

This time, Kristoff could not resist coming along for the ride. His cock swelled to the breaking point, and he heard Jasmine cry out as she felt it expand too, widening to make way for the surge of cum that would need to travel through his length. Finally, the tide was at his engorged cockhead, spewing forth from his tip, filling Jasmine where she’d thought there was no more room. Kristoff drove his hips upward, lifting Jasmine into the air, helping along the flood of his seed that was washing out Jasmine’s cunt.

Between his size and Jasmine’s climactic tightness, her inner muscles as strained by orgasm as the rest of her, his cock felt like it was surrounded by iron wrapped in velvet. Jasmine convulsed atop his spiked loins, milking him dry of his cum. Her belly bulged, with Jasmine dropping her hands to its swell, holding herself as she experienced in full what it was to be fucked by Kristoff.

After what seemed like an eternity, his once-proud cock was free of Jasmine’s now loose cunt, her confines too awash in cum to manage their former tightness for quite some time. Kristoff watched his limp manhood come to a rest between his legs, covered in both his cum and Jasmine’s, followed by a thin stream of white from out of Jasmine’s sex. But most of his load was far too deep inside her to escape. It rested inside her cunt like an ocean, weighting her down as she slipped down to the mattress as Anna had earlier.

“I just woke up and I feel like going right back to sleep!” Kristoff yawned, sounding as exhausted as he indicated. “No more threesomes with her. She’s too much.”

Jasmine’s face radiated an inner glow, perhaps having something to do with the sweat that covered it. She was smiling, hair wildly askew all over her face, her eyes bleary, her lips swollen from biting them with her own teeth. The exertion she had been through had been taxing, but worth it. She brushed her hair back. “I’m too much? I feel like my legs won’t fit together! Anna, how can you possibly stay married to that cock?”

Anna arched her neck to look over Kristoff’s deflated body at Jasmine. “Oh, I just let him fuck me in the ass.”

Then she laughed uproariously at the horrified look on Jasmine’s face—not knowing the thought she’d put in Jasmine’s mind.

If taking Kristoff’s cock had felt that good despite her dread of it… what would his prick feel like in her ass?