Chapter 580- Taking Both Together
He pressed deeper.
The head reached her throat. She gagged — once, sharp, her eyes watering — and he held there, letting her body learn the pressure, until the reflex subsided and the passage accepted the dome of his head with a convulsive, wet swallow.
Her throat bulged.
From the outside, the outline of his cockhead was visible through the skin of her neck — the same impossible, wrong-looking dome that appeared in a belly, now appearing in a young woman’s throat as he drove deeper and her eyes rolled and her hands gripped his thighs with white-knuckled desperation.
"MMMPPH~!! GLKK~!! HMMMPH~!!"
The sounds were wet and continuous and entirely unlike anything she had produced with her mouth before today.
PAH PAH! PHACCK!
Her whole head moved with each thrust, her dark hair swinging, tears running freely from her wide eyes and dripping from her chin, the throat-bulge tracking with each drive of his hips, her small tits trembling with the force of each impact.
Wanchun, from the silk, lifted her head.
Her tear-streaked, overwhelmed face watched the young woman’s throat accommodate the ancestor’s cock with the wide, unable-to-look-away attention of someone watching something that their brain insists is impossible but their eyes insist is happening.
"Is she—" Wanchun started.
Lin Suya gagged and swallowed and produced a sound that was part distress and part something else entirely.
"She is fine," he said.
PAH PAH PAH!
"GLKK~!! MMMPPH~!! HMM~!! GLKKHH~!!"
He pulled out.
A string of saliva followed the shaft, connecting Lin Suya’s lips to the cockhead for a moment before breaking. She gasped — a full, desperate intake of air, her mouth open, her tongue visible, her eyes red-rimmed and streaming and present in a way that was absolutely not the presence of someone who wanted to stop.
She coughed.
She looked at his cock.
"Again," she said, her voice completely wrecked.
"Later," he said.
He turned to Wanchun.
She had pushed herself upright in the silk, her enormous tits hanging forward, her rounded belly visible, the expression on her face the specific expression of a woman who had just watched a young girl throat-fucked and had opinions about this but was finding those opinions difficult to locate because she was simultaneously still processing what had been done to her own body.
"On your back," he said.
She looked at him.
"Ancestor," she said.
"Yes."
"My son will be back—"
"Not for some time," he said.
She looked at his cock.
Still erect. Still twelve inches. Completely uninterested in the concept of conclusion.
"I am a seamstress," she said. "I have curtains due on Friday."
"Then you will be done by Friday," he said.
She lay back.
He settled over her, his large body covering hers, both her wrists going above her head with the same motion as before, his hand pressing them into the pillow.
His cock pressed against her entrance.
She was still leaking from the last time. The path was well-established, the walls still warm and stretched from the seed he had deposited.
"Ancestor," she said.
He looked at her.
"The thing you are about to do," she said. Her voice came out in the specific tone of a woman who has processed enough information to know what comes next and is choosing her words carefully. "The one you said you were going to—"
"Your anal," he said.
"Yes." A pause. "That."
"Yes," he said.
She breathed.
"Is this also for the examination," she said.
"No," he said.
"You are simply doing it because you want to."
"Yes."
Another pause.
"At least you are honest," she said.
He drove his cock into her pussy.
"AAANGHH~!!"
PAH PAH PAAH!
"HIEKK~!! ANCESTOR~!! YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO~!! HNGH~!! THAT IS NOT THE HOLE YOU SAID~!!"
"Preparation," he said.
"PREPARATION~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! WHAT ARE YOU PREPARING~!!"
"You," he said. "Relax."
PAH PAH PHACCK!
"KYAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
He fucked her through two more orgasms with the brisk, methodical efficiency of a man warming up an instrument, each one arriving faster than the last as her body learned the rhythm, her enormous tits flying, her thick thighs shaking, the wet sounds of twelve inches moving in and out of her filling the chamber with their continuous report.
Then he pulled out.
She felt the shift before it happened — the change in angle, his cock pressing lower, against the tight ring of her asshole, and she had one second in which to produce the sound of a woman who knows what is coming and has made peace with it.
"HNGH~!! WAIT~!! WAIT JUST ONE~!!"
He pressed.
Her asshole resisted with total, absolute conviction, the ring clenched against the intrusion with the complete certainty of flesh that has never been opened and intends to maintain that record.
The record did not hold.
The cockhead pressed through.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!!!!"
The scream that came out of Wanchun filled every corner of the sealed chamber, pressed against the formation walls, and would have carried across the entire inner pavilion had the seals not been holding.
Lin Suya, lying against the headboard with her tongue still out and her eyes still wet and her body still twitching in the continuous aftershocks of having her throat used, went completely still.
She watched the cock disappear into Wanchun’s asshole inch by inch, the older woman’s enormous tits flattening under her as he pressed her face-down into the pillow, the soft, wide globes of her ass stretching to accommodate a width that produced continuous, loud, uncontrolled sound from somewhere below the pillow.
"NNOONGHHH~!! ANCESTOR~!! MY BACK GATE~!! IT IS TEARING~!! THE RING IS TEARING~!!"
"It is stretching," he said. "Different."
"IT FEELS THE SAME~!!"
"It is not," he said, and pressed deeper.
PAH! PAAH!
"AAANGHH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! YOUR COCK IS IN MY BOWELS~!! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BOWELS~!! THE WARMTH OF IT IS GOING ALL THE WAY UP~!! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BELLY~!!"
His hand reached around her side.
It found Lin Suya.
The young woman made a small, startled sound as his large hand closed around her small tit — she was lying close enough to reach, and the hand that was not pressing Wanchun’s face into the pillow found the young woman’s chest with the casual, unhurried competence of a man conducting multiple things simultaneously.
His thumb pressed her nipple.
"HNGH~!!" Lin Suya’s back arched. Her hand came up and then did not push him away, settling instead over his hand and pressing it harder into her own tit.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!" — Wanchun, into the pillow.
"AAANGH~!! HNNGH~!!" — Lin Suya, beside her.
He kneaded Lin Suya’s small tit with the rolling, thorough attention of his free hand, the brown nipple stiffening further under his thumb, the young woman pressing into the touch with the open, undefended want of someone who had stopped performing reluctance some time ago.
His hips blurred.
The pace hit its ceiling — the rapid, continuous drive that had been applied to the elders in the bath hall, the full twelve inches withdrawing and returning with the mechanical, devastating frequency of cultivation body output applied to a seamstress’s asshole that had been opened by exactly this cock four minutes ago and was now receiving its full education.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAAH PHACCK!!
"KYAAANNGHH~!! AAANGHH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! STOP~!! DO NOT STOP~!! I SAID DO NOT STOP~!! WHAT IS MY MOUTH DOING~!! AAANGHH~!!"