Chapter 17: 3P Sex (3)
Jeri brought her face right up to the massive pool of semen she had vomited up.
"If you really hate it, just pretend to lick it."
"Pretend?"
"Lift your ass high like a dog and lick just the surface layer with your tongue. It'll make you great daughter-in-law material too."
He crooked a finger to summon Bidel. It was impressive how she was already giving his sticky cock a thorough cleanup blowjob without being asked. In the worst case, Bidel alone would keep his sex life more than satisfied.
"What are you waiting for? Get started."
"Yes."
Like a bitch in heat, Jeri dropped to all fours, hiking her ass high to display her semen-dripping pussy perfectly. Then she began lapping up the filthy semen from the floor.
Lick. Lick.
"Bidel, let's shift spots a little."
He hadn't ordered her to lick it up just to ogle her pussy. After scooting over slightly, he had a perfect side view of Jeri humiliatingly tonguing the floor.
"Haha."
It was a ridiculous, laugh-out-loud sight. He treasured Jeri nearly as much as Bidel—maybe not quite to the same degree, but close. That's precisely why this scene thrilled him to the point of a breathless chuckle. The sheer dominance of toying with something so precious. His cock stiffened right back up, aching to unload again.
"Bidel, you can service me properly with your throat, right?"
"Of course, Master. No one loves you more than I do."
Just like their first encounter, Bidel swallowed his cock to the hilt on her own.
"Ah... that's good."
He stroked her head in approval. In response, Bidel froze with it buried deep in her throat, as if rejecting his touch to prevent him from thrusting himself.
Lick lick! Gulp! Slurrrp! Gulp!
Instead, she whipped her tongue in every direction or clenched her throat with all her might to worship his shaft.
"Good girl. Such a good girl."
His slow, deliberate pets contrasted her frantic tongue work as he caressed her forehead. Praised, Bidel's eyes crinkled in a smile, squeezing her throat even tighter.
"Now suck it for real. Milk out every drop."
No reply needed. Bidel shifted straight into cum-extraction mode. The moment he pulled his hand away, she bobbed her head wildly, sucking, squeezing, and stroking.
Sluuuurp! Suck! Suck! Gulp! Suck! Suck! Gulp!
Apart from her throat's reflexive gags, she betrayed no discomfort. Jeri's earlier blowjob face—eyes rolled back in ecstasy—had been mouthwatering, but a man couldn't live on steak alone every meal.
"This cozy homecoming vibe. Bidel's throat really is the best."
Sluuuurp! Lick lick. Suck! Gulp!
Bidel deepthroated him with serene composure, her philtrum stretched like an octopus tentacle the only giveaway. Or since she was offering it willingly, maybe it was lovethroating. Either way, her service relaxed him like solo masturbation. Forcing Jeri's throat had been a wild rush, but too intense—hard on the heart. Sex was sacred downtime to recharge a weary body and soul. Marathon pounding sessions just piled on more stress. Moments like this were essential.
Sluuuurp! Squish squish!
He didn't even glance at Bidel's grotesquely distorted face from the suction, simply rocking his hips to build toward release.
Gulp gulp! Nghk!
His mental image wasn't Bidel's twisted pervert expression anymore. It was Jeri delicately scooping up jelly-like globs of semen with her tongue, savoring them slow. He'd said pretending was fine, but she'd already devoured every thick clump. The floor was down to mostly her regurgitated stomach acid and saliva puddles now.
Sluuuuuurp!
"Ugh...! Here it comes again."
He debated flooding Bidel's throat but yanked out on impulse. Her lips clung greedily to the tip—tough to dislodge. Pop! Finally free, he dangled his cock in front of Jeri.
"Master?"
She stared up, flustered. He aimed his glans at the floor.
"Take it!"
Fresh semen generously topped the saliva puddle she'd just cleared. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Haa... Look at all this coming out."
First outdoor cumshot—fascinating. Back in his old life, three ropes counted as a big load. Now it was seven blasts, cartoonish in their ferocity. His fourth orgasm, and still this volume? Incredible.
"See that, Jeri? I was curious what face you'd make if I came right back on the floor you just cleaned... Got so worked up imagining it, that's why so much poured out."
His love confession hit her like a truck. Shock first, then...
"Per...vert♥"
She hurled the insult with a defeated laugh, her expression pure parental indulgence for an irredeemable kid—boundless mercy.
"You'll lick it clean, right?"
He knew damn well she couldn't refuse. No plans to force it, of course, but his summons had never defied an order once.
"Pervert!"
Her mouth spat venom, but her tongue darted out to sample the steaming-hot load.
The sight snapped his restraint. He circled behind her, prying open her anus.
"Kyaa!"
Spotless. Not a trace of filth.
"Incredibly clean."
He sniffed—no foul odor whatsoever. True onahole? No shitting? Yet she lactated and squirted like any woman. Physiology matched humans perfectly.
"Where'd all that seafood from the restaurant go?"
Not a speck of dirt, even squinting. Pure, tempting rosy pink.
"Before the room... Big Sis Bidel cleaned me out."
"Did she now?"
Prime bride material—always finding unassigned chores.
"Thanks, Bidel."
He plunged his slick cock into the twitching red flesh without mercy. Bidel's spit and his own semen made it glide right in.
"Unngh! Calling sis's name while stuffing my ass?"
"Shitpussy. Call your anus that from now on."
"Per—ahng!"
A brutal hip slam toppled her.
"Ughk! Ah...! Gentle, please, Master. Your cum's all over my face now!"
"Scrape it off with your fingers and swallow. Savor the taste while focusing on your shitpussy."
"Hng!"
Ass-fucked senseless, she could barely hold position, but she scraped diligently. Chomp chomp—the wet sounds carried over.
"Tasty? Every time you taste semen from now on, masturbate remembering shitpussy sex. That's an order."
"No...! Force that repeat and... ugh! I'll get addicted. Addicted to your pervert games...!"
He yanked her waist close to steady her, pistoning mercilessly against hypersensitive walls. The pussy-crushing grip pushed him to the brink fast.
"Urrgh! Shitpocket—I'll turn it into my personal cum dump!"
Rectum dwarfed the womb in space, obviously. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, hell-bent on flooding her colon.
"Uhnng! Cum in me! Fill me up!"
"Squeeze that shitpussy! Harder!"
"Uuuht!"
Her ass clenched rippled through his shaft. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!Spurt. Spurt.
"Huu... Another massive load."
What was his cock's limit, anyway?
"Jeri onahole... Master conquered every hole."
"Happy?"
"So happy. I love you, Master...♥"
Cock hilted, he ground his hips to wring out the last drops.
"Yeah. Love you too, Jeri."
The words drew Bidel over like a magnet.
"Master..."
Her shy flush made her look less like a toilet and more like a blushing maiden in her prime.
"I... know it's overstepping for a mere toilet, but... I want your love too."
Bidel flopped doggy-style beside Jeri, thrusting out her ass. Unprompted, she spread her cheeks, baring her delectable depths.
"Like what you just did to Jeri..."
She trailed off. No woman so modest would beg for affection outright, let alone repeatedly.
"I love you, Bidel. Even if I summon more, you'll always be my number one."
"...Hic! I'm so happy. I could die without regrets now."
No breather—he slammed straight from Jeri's shit hole into Bidel's. Shockingly different sensation. Tightness matched, but the stimulation was unique.
"Bidel's definitely one of a kind."
Every thrust, she shoved back, clenching and teasing his cock to perfection.
"Hiiing! Master, you're too mean...! Devoured all three holes and now this after one minute?"
Ignoring Jeri's whine, he zeroed in on plundering Bidel's ass.
"Unghok...! Ung...! Hung...! Hngg...!"
Bidel's natural moans leaked out as her shit hole got reamed. Inevitable—most women never used it. No stoic could stay composed under anal assault.
"Bidel, scream all you want. Let loose for me."
"Unghic! Yes! Master! My shitpussy getting fucked feels so good!"
Classic Bidel—nailing his earlier command to Jeri by dubbing her own anus a shitpussy. Perfect.
"Feels amazing for me too."
Hitting 2nd Circle must've boosted his ball recovery. At 7th, he'd be overwhelmed even with more girls. Twenty-four hours a day wouldn't cut it—he'd have to rein in his urges.
"Unghic! Uuugh!"
"Love you, Bidel!"
"Love you too, Master! This shitpussy I prepped just for you—devour it to the last bite!"
He ramped up his pace; she matched thrust for thrust, flesh clapping endlessly.
"Gonna cum! Gonna cum! All of it!"
On the verge, he clenched his glans to hold back the finale.
"Aaaaah...! Cum! Whitewash my clueless shitpocket!"
"Filling my personal toilet!"
Spurt! Splurt!
"Haa... that was good."
He collapsed onto Bidel's back like sinking into a lover's embrace.