Collide Gamer

“Finally!” Rave shouted, when John smacked her ass.

He had done it to make her aware that it was her turn, the 18 still clearly left on the prime meat of her perfect ass. The distraction of Metra’s cunt shuffled aside, leaving Gamer and first fiancée to engage in their little, borderline ritualistic bout.

It was over in one engagement. Rave threw herself at him with too much enthusiasm. John had her grabbed, pinned, and her legs hoisted on his shoulders all in one swift movement. His tongue tasted her love juices, lapping up all the excess that her own and other fingers had coaxed from her. Rave tried to wiggle away, only to gush all over his face within seconds.

“That’s quick even for you,” John teased her.

“I’m soooooo fucking horny right now, tiger!” she responded, goose bumps on her glistening skin.

Taking the only responsible action, he put her still quivering body down, then pushed into her with his hard cock. Missionary was the king of the sexual positions. Yes, it was the default and it was the default for a very good reason.

John more than loved his first woman’s ass. He loved everything else about her as well. Those legs, long, slender and yet squishy in all the right places. Her midriff, so perfectly defined, showing the muscles under her taut skin without defining each ab too much. Her breasts, a premium medium, nicely proportionate to her height. Her shoulders, her hips, and the ratio between them, her gorgeous, half-Asian features, and the pink, ever-shifting corona around the pupils of her stunningly blue eyes. The pink mane that, even soaked with oil, remained stubbornly dishevelled.

This woman tossed and stretched, while his cock pumped in and out of her. “Gaia, yes!” she exclaimed. “This never gets… any… less… fantastic!” Her voice hitched in tone as another orgasm rippled through her, making her back arch off the ground, emphasizing just how smooth her tanned skin was.

John kept the pace swift, the penetrations deep, and his woman moaning. Everything about her tickled his senses pleasingly. The sight, the scent, the sounds – the sounds that mingled with all the cooing and moaning of the surrounding women. The broken sentences that reached his ears. Encouragement, jokes, casual chats, sweet nothings, all of them mingling into a background mumble of love and lust.

When he came, he came suddenly. The orgasm overwhelmed him unprepared. Instincts had him push deep into Rave again, while his balls tensed. “Oh… yessssssss, deep inside me!” Rave purred, her voice barely rising above a whisper while her body writhed in ecstasy. The dichotomy was gorgeous to follow.

One good thing ended, for another good thing to take its place. Lulu playfully glided over the floor, using the oiled ground as a slip-and-slide. She came to a halt next to him, her gorgeous derriere jiggling. “Throat or ass?” she asked.

“Not trying to win?” John asked her with a smirk.

“Nope, too needy. I had at least twenty different tongues on my pussy the last hour, I need your cock – right now.” The imperial tomboy let a bit of her ordering tone slip into her voice. “So, throat or ass, man of my harem?”

John blew air out his nose amusedly. Had she been the last in the order, he would have claimed her ass again, but between her not being greatly enthusiastic about anal and the continuation of the orgy after…

A couple seconds later, he found himself kneeling over Lulu’s face while holding her legs. Fucking her face when she was currently a base human, with the base need for oxygen and all of that, did not sound any less enticing than mercilessly pounding her throat – but he did enjoy the tender things as well. The green lips of the Heavenly Jade Empress pressed against the tip of his cock in a first kiss. He offered her clit a similar lick. Read full story at NoveI~Fire.net

Soon, they were both fully engaged in the task of worshipping one another’s sex. John could faintly taste the traces of other women on Lulu’s pussy, proof that she had been tribbing as much as she had been eaten out. Her pussy was swollen from all the arousal, her labia parted from all the fingers that had worked her. John basked in the knowledge that he had or was going to pump every last woman who had done this full of his cum.

Having slutty women all around him was fantastic, because they were all faithful to the harem in their sluttiness. It was a fantasy come true and stable – just like having a cute Chinese empress sucking his cock was true, somehow.

Lulu held onto his butt. Her head went up and down, focusing the work of her tongue on the head. Her hand worked as if she had to milk him, pumping the length of his shaft whenever her lips retreated. Her coordination, her enthusiasm, the raw power of her perversion, they all matched his.

He was licking her pussy with utter veneration. Women like her deserved the world and John was going to give it to her, right after he put her on top of the clouds by using his oral expertise to make her climax over and over again. Pride demanded that he proved he was the best speaker of cunnilingus around and her gushing backed him up on that.

Lulu knew exactly when he was going to cum. She hugged his waist tight and glided up his cock until her nose hit his tightening balls. Seed spurted down her gullet. Wave after wave of squirting pussy juice caressed his tongue with its faint sweetness.

The need to breathe eventually had the imperial tomboy glide off his cock. “Heaven and Earth, I love this thing,” she sighed wantonly and gave it another kiss.

“My turn!” Momo stated. “Mine, mine, mine, mine!”

“That is… very energetic of you,” John commented.

The fairy maid did not give a response to that. She threw herself at him like a woman that wanted to lose. John just had to catch her arms to wrestle her down. She was flushed, her paper-white skin taking on a rosy tone, and panting. Her white eyes were alight with a deep need for attention.

John could not resist the quivering pout with which she looked at him. Her pink lips were the perfect place for his own. They made out, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he filled her pussy with the cock she so desperately wanted.

She was cumming the moment he was fully inside her. He did not let her stop, exploiting, just as she wanted, her state of being. He pulled back from the kiss after her spasms broke it, taking in the sight of the bottom-heavy bookworm. Something about tiny tits under a micro bikini was somehow more alluring than the huge tit equivalent. John had no idea why, but seeing the triangles of leather tented by hard, pale pink nipples was just… more alluring for the shallowness of the hills they crowned.

While her itty bitties barely jiggled as he fucked her, her thick thighs where an ocean of flesh rippling under each hard impact. She was gushing and moaning. Each time he slammed against her sinfully fat ass, drops of oil rejoined the greater pool.

“I love your thick, big dick, Master!” Momo was just too horny to pretend to be anything else than his loving maid. Her voice was sweet, dripping with honey just like her pussy. Her face was simultaneously a showcase of raw arousal and innocent love. She was adorable and sexy as hell. When she reached up, John had to oblige. He was kissing her again, all while sliding in and out of her.

It was a simple and swift affair, a reward for the brat that listened to the love in her heart and the aching of her womb. An aching he quelled when he pumped it full with his baby batter.

“I’ll have more in a bit,” Momo purred.

“Indee-“ John began to answer, only to have the wind knocked out of him.

“Our turn!” Metra howled. The blonde had her hair down. Her face was a wide grin, reminiscent of those early days when she had been more dominantly leaning – long before John had permanently ‘broken’ her into the sex slave kink.

As it turned out, just because he had shown her something she enjoyed a whole lot more did not mean that she could not revert to earlier settings. The only point of confusion was why Metra, with the 22 written on her abs, was breaking the proper sequence.

John saw the 21 on the tan-line marked tits in the brief second before they entirely covered his field of view. “Got him!” Hailey declared, clinging onto him with all the strength of a country gal. A tug on his legs put him on his back. A second later, Metra’s lips were around his cock.

He groaned, in surprise and bliss. The wolf woman was furiously attempting to get him off and Hailey was smothering him with her tits. The only way to victory was forwards! He smacked the power bottom’s rear with enough force that the echo reverberated in the hitching voices of other masochist’s enjoying the idea of the same pain. Hailey’s back curved, allowing John a moment to breathe. He yanked down the tiny bikini with his teeth, then latched onto Hailey’s huge udders, sucking eagerly.

“Ohhhh, sh---oooot!” Hailey moaned. She tried to pull away. Her plump derriere met Metra’s face, startling both of them. John found that brief window, freed his cock from the horny canine’s mouth, and hid it in the nearest sheathe – Hailey’s pussy. The dirty blonde screamed for a brief moment, then snapped her teeth shut. “Did – not – cum!”

“Oh, come on!” John called her out. The gripping of her pussy was unmistakeably that of an orgasm, but the country gal stubbornly shook her head. ‘If she’s going to be like that…!’ John thought and hammered up into her. His lips wandered to her other tit, sucking the right nipple next.

Metra aggressively intervened, getting in between him and Hailey. John gave her an unappreciative glare, then – quicker than Metra anticipated – wrapped an arm around Metra’s neck.

The First of Wrath grinned, tugging at his arm. Her smirk wavered when she realized that she wasn’t capable of moving it out of position. She tried again once, twice, thrice, and each time all John did was tighten the angle of his elbow a little more. Metra slipped on the oily floor, landing with the back of her head on his shoulder.

Metra’s eyes rolled up while she continued her attempts to escape. Getting physically outdone by him was doing things to her brain that had her hips thrust up into the air as if she was already climaxing. One bit of direct stimulation would do it.

Between holding Metra in place and squeezing Hailey’s ass, John had no hand free. The country gal was producing desperate grunts, resisting a second climax amicably. All of that experience in edging was going somewhere, but it was a doomed effort when he dictated the tempo.

“Oh…. LADY!” Hailey screamed out, her will finally giving in. The orgasm hit her like a bursting dam. The squirting of her cunt was the same, a huge gush of sexual fluids that accompanied the total control of her motor functions. She was limp and taut, on top of John without even a bit of influence over the situation. Her contracting cunt was the sleeve in which he left yet another load, sending her from bliss to ecstasy.

Annoyed (in a good way) by the sudden attack, John rolled Hailey off himself while she was still spasming. He immediately pulled Metra on top of him in her place. Just the brush of his cock against the buff wolf woman’s cunt had her gush. When he sheathed himself fully inside her, she went cross-eyed. Her toes curled, as did the corners of her lips.

John hammered her from below hard and fast, biting her ears with the proper level of aggression, all while pussy juice kept exploding from her like she was a broken faucet. There was no sound from her, because John did not allow her any. Even if she was reduced to human strength, she did not need to breathe, he could keep her windpipe locked until he wanted to hear her again.

Which he did not. He delighted in seeing her like this, physically his plaything not just by her choice but also his supremacy. Harem knew Metra was getting off on it as well. For once, when he filled her up, that seemed to be just a taillight on a series of much stronger climaxes.

The Gamer moved Metra aside, placing her down next to the equally cockdrunk Hailey. Sylph, Nahoa and Delicia were already licking the country gal all over and eagerly got a second playmate. John watched the show for a few seconds, before he searched for the last haremette that deserved her chance to wrestle him.

Beatrice had her head down and her ass up. That maidly derriere was emphasized to the utmost by the posture, a heart-shaped heaven consisting of thick thighs, two ass cheeks, and the valley between the taut skin. All of her was covered in oil and yet the drip of her pussy was plainly visible. “Begging: fuck me now, Master,” the white dragon maid pleaded, the neutrality of her tone completely overpowered by need.

He was inside her within five seconds. A light tingle of electricity accompanied the grip of her insides. Knowing this was the last, John took a moment just staying inside her, while she rode out the orgasm of finally being penetrated.

He took in the view around him. The orgy had not slowed down in the slightest. Cockdrunk haremettes he left in his wake recovered amidst the writhing, the kissing, the playful wrestling, and the banter that accompanied it all. The sexual energy in the air was crackling. Wherever his eyes wandered, there were women making out, scissoring or masturbating.

For a few seconds, his gaze lingered on Nightingale. The harpy was on her back, her hips grinding against Lorelei’s hand. The seer was working a sensitive spot of the goddess with two fingers, making her scream and squirt.

His eyes jumped to Lee and Rave, the two women making out while riding the other’s thigh, going from light orgasm to light orgasm.

He found Gnome and Siena, the two taking a little break, just chatting at the edge of the oil ring. Something the shadow spirit said had the brunette snort, a noise that made her embarrassed.

‘My heaven,’ John thought and began to move.

“Our heaven, Master,” Beatrice responded to his mind, voice loaded with love. She swung her round ass in unison with his thrusts.

“More than I could have ever imagined.” Fianna’s voice caught John slightly off-guard, but he was not shocked. The tiger woman moved a bit wobbly still and soon nuzzled against his right side for stability. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Sir.”

“Waiting was worth it,” Lyndell said, taking her place to his left. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wordlessly insisting on a kiss she was entitled to. What was he there for, if not to kiss beautiful women?

John fucked Beatrice. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! He moved harder and faster – and she responded in kind. Their hips were a blur.

John kissed Lyndell and Fianna. The three-way of their tongues was messy. Saliva dripped on Beatrice’s jiggling butt. No one minded. All of this was messy. They would take a long shower after they were done. Until then, they would revel in the debauchery. John found the pussies of the two new haremettes and made them scream. Just his invading fingers were enough to set their nerves alight again.

John made the three women climax. Over and over again, his heart singing with each moan they treated him to, until he could go on no longer. Without a word, with as little as a grunt, he did what was his privilege and pumped Beatrice’s spasming pussy full. The victorious feeling of having, yet again, filled all of them, to have shared another Christmas with his harem was unparalleled.

There was a true satisfaction among the bliss that lasted much longer than the tightening of his balls did. The orgasm faded and left behind a warm fuzziness and resolute will. The joy of his expanding harem. The certainty that the size would be locked in soon. The duty he had to satisfy all of them, the duty he had to himself not to ever ruin this.

Joy and duty, John’s favourite duality of emotions.

“Alright, I need a glass of water,” John said, after he pulled out of Beatrice. “And I want to get out of this ring before it becomes 20% cum. I’ll take a quick rinse… then I’ll be right back.”

And they continued the orgy well into the morning hours.