336: Resigning to Impossibility of Reality in Which Double-Cock-Throat-Job Is a Possibility (18++)
A tight fit was what Beatrice desired. And a tight fit was what she got. Holding Olivia’s head good and strong, Beatrice pushed Olivia down on her two cocks while pushing them further inside. As Beatrice filled Olivia’s mouth with her cocks, she pushed reallocated the cum that had taken residence in Olivia’s mouth. With Olivia’s mouth plugged shut, the cum needed an outlet. More white liquid blew out of the ninja girl’s nose, but most of it was pushed down her throat.
The two rods of hot meat finally met their resistance at the back of Olivia’s mouth and struggled to move forth to their true destination. Not for a lack of trying—the horny succubus had her mind set on double-throat-fucking her cross-eyed submissive little cock-sleeve.
Nor was it for a lack of desire to let them in—Olivia kept cumming nonstop as she fantasized about what would happen, what Beatrice would do to her, what Olivia was letting be done to her. In her mind it probably already happened. In the few short seconds since her mouth got invaded, Olivia was throat-fucked four hours on end in her deranged fantasies.
Nor could the jam be blamed on a lack of lubrication. Even with most of cum displaced from Olivia’s mouth up her nose and down her throat, every little space that was not occupied by Beatrice’s cocks or Olivia’s natural anatomy was still smeared with cum. Every nook and cranny.
But natural human biology could only withstand for so long the horny of a magical futa succubus that was powered by wish-fulfillment logic backed by an actual Goddess. And with the mind of an unrestrained pervert set to task, the fate of Olivia’s throat was sealed.
Beatrice could not tell whether her cocks contorted to fit Olivia’s human anatomy or whether Olivia’s anatomy bent reality to fit Beatrice’s cum pumps. Both scenarios were unnatural and just as seemingly impossible. Beatrice felt as hard as ever, she felt her cocks swell from the mental high of slowly double penetrating a girl’s throat.
It should have been painful. Squeezing, crushing hard, sensitive organs into an opening that was not meant for even one such object. And yet was anything but painful! Beatrice threw her head back and stuck her own tongue out, moaning in rapture from the physical and mental bliss as she continued her invasion.
The tacky pornos where some poor girl barely wrapped her lips around the tips of two cocks and tried to pretend her lips were not torn apart could not even dream of comparing to Beatrice’s current mental ecstasy. For a split moment, Beatrice wished she’d have cameras on all angles, filming her new levels of depravity so that she could one day view the film with Olivia by her side, reenacting what they saw on the big screen.
As for Olivia—what that girl experienced did not have words in any human language. When reality caught up with her fantasies, Oliva’s cross-pointed eyes rolled all the way back into her skull as fresh, demonic climaxes blasted her brain, cock, and pussy. Her cock twitched as it shot blanks, but that Olivia did not even notice that she used up all her ammo already. Her pleasure-fried brain could not process such complex information. Her body moved on its own as it simply bobbed her head toward the cocks that stretched her throat apart, chocking and fucking her gurgling upper cock-sleeve on Beatrice’s loving, passionate cocks.
Sex scientists would long debate what was the greatest contributor to Beatrice’s newest orgasm mere seconds after the previous one as she kept shooting fresh loads of cum straight down Olivia’s esophagus without relenting the faster and faster fucking of the clamping cock-milker. The magical, yet very real and still physical stimulation of having two eight-inch-long sex organs squeezed tight together and driven half-way down a bulging spasming throat of a receptive female that kept impaling enthusiastically impaling her throat on those cocks? Or if it was the mental aspect of driving a kink to new level when faced with an ever-growing appetite for ever greater sexual extremes? Perhaps a positive feedback loop of both? A mental aspect reinforcing the physical one in a spiraling cycle?
Unfortunately, not such sex scientist were present to have this debate. The only witness was Mary as she watched through a cum-fog with eyes bulging from shock and disbelief how Olivia’s once-thin and graceful neck bulged and expanded to monstrous proportions. How her ribbon-like arteries bulged, pulsated and pressed against the thin skin of her neck. How foreign objects moved up and down, inside that deformed neck while the throat-fucked, blank-eyed girl kept emanating animalistic grunts.
After witnessing such a scene, Mary resigned to the certainty that she was indeed in a dream from which she could not wake up not matter how much she moaned and came. Mary wondered what her bedsheets would look like as she grabbed Olivia by the hips and thrust her swollen, pained, cumming cock up into the spasming cunt of the throat-fucked sexy slut of her dreams.