369: Paint it White (18++)
“UUUUUHHH!!!” Bob grunted as he came inside Beatrice. He squeezed both her breasts tight, using them as handles while he repeatedly thrust passionately into her, pumping his child-rearing payload as deep as he could.
And even as Bob’s first cum torrent eased up, his cock’s steel hardness did not subside. How could it!? What man’s erection would falter when inside a goddess? Painting her insides with white love while treating her massive breasts like personal love pillows, Oh, fuck!
Aroused out of his mind, Bob dropped to swap wet kisses with Beatrice once more while he plastered her inner walls with the cum he filled her with. He felt the goddess’ fingers slide across his arms, touching his giant biceps, moving to his shoulders. Her touch was subtle, pleasant, accepting, and it made Bob gradually renew the pace of his thrusts. As he did, Beatrice’s touch became firmer, wrapping her hands around his massive delts, which in turn spurred Bob to deeper fucking as he felt Beatrice’s nails press against his skin harder and harder. And that wasn’t the only hard thing he felt.
Against his abdomen, Bob felt a hard, hot, throbbing thing press, aching for attention. Bob parted from Beatrice’s mouth long enough to look down and confirm with his eyes what he already knew—the Cock Gifter was hard for him! The one that returned him the joy of cock, the one that wielded a cock of the Gods, the one that made him hard for her, made him mad with lust and desire for a hundred sons and daughters from this God Woman, she was now hard for him!
Bob instantly changed positions. He moved Beatrice to her side and god behind her. With his cock inside her, he kept his thrusts, one hand playing with her massive titties he found so hard to part with, but the other… The other hand grasped Beatrice’s hard cock and started to stroke it.
What a cock! Bob had seen Beatrice’s cock before. He was her use it. But seeing it did not do it justice compared to feeling the girth of it in his hand. Bob’s hands were not small even by male standards, but even his big palm and long fingers barely wrapped around the veiny piece of meat.
It made Bob wonder how Beatrice’s partners could withstand such girth stretching their holes apart? Did it not hurt? Did it not break them? Or did it break them? Was that how she made her partners lose their mind from pleasure? Fuck them until she broke them? Until their mind had no choice but accept the horse cock as the greatest source of pleasure just to survive the onslaught?
Bob stroked the cock slowly, at first. Some lubrication was lacking, but an abundant supply was available just a little below the base of Beatrice’s veiny eight-incher. Bob lubed up his fingers by playing with Beatrice’s gushing, stuffed, creampied pussy as he kept fucking it, feeling his own cock sliding against his fingers. With each thrust he felt Beatrice’s cock throb against his forearm, reminding him to give it some love. And he did.
Bob would shove Beatrice’s cock right inside her pussy if he could, so that she could experience her own magnificent warmth and tightness. So that she could also cum inside herself and strengthen the seed that would spawn their children. Alas, it was not in Bob’s power to bend such a hard, massive pole in such a wild angle. Bob could only do the next best thing: make her cum with his hand while he creampied her for a second time. And Bob wanted to make her cum. And the Cock Gifter’s increasing moans signaled that she wanted it too. She wanted to cum! From his hand! While he fucked her from behind and creampied her a second time!
She moaned louder as he fucked her harder and masturbated her cock faster. Bob wrapped his arm across Beatrice’s both tits, squeezing her left breast while sinking his forearm into the warm fatty of her right breast. Those breasts deserved to be smeared with cum! Bob could not do it—his duty was to continue pumping her womb with seed until life was born with it. But Beatrice’s cock was primed, ready, and aimed just for such an act!
Bob kissed Beatrice’s neck and moved up to her face until their lips touched again. Beatrice opened her mouth to welcome Bob inside it once more, just like her pussy clamped around his cock, welcoming another load of hot thick cum inside it. Her female part wanted to be treated right by a strong man’s strong cock, fertilized like it was meant to be. At the same time, her male part wanted to spew forth its own seed, it desired a hole of a worthy female to creampie and fertilize for babies of its own.
Bob felt bad for the cock’s struggles. The need to a pussy that could not be satiated. His only choice was to do right by Beatrice and make her cum as hard as possible from getting screwed like a female in heat, until her tongue twitched from the female joy, and she was helpless to do anything else but splash her load across her sexy naked body.
“Cum! Cum!” Bob commanded in between passionate kissing as he found a particular spot with his cock that made Beatrice’s body twitch from the stimulation. Her cock swelled in response and anticipation of an approaching orgasm. Bob concentrated his strokes across Beatrice’s cock’s swollen glans, attacking her cock, pussy and mouth all at once, all at the peak of her female arousal until her body could not withstand it anymore and she moaned into Bob’s mouth as cum spewed from her cock and splashed across the bottom of her giant milkers, painting them white with her special milk.