Chapter 43: Annika’s and Lena’s Quiet Arrival

I chuckled, still processing the message from Susan, asking me to stay a few days with Nora. I couldn’t shake off the feeling the two had planned this “unexpected delay” all along, but I wasn’t in a position to complain, given that my dick was still buried in Nora’s petite snatch. A wicked grin spread across my face as turned my attention back to Nora. She was watching me, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. I guess, my rapidly hardening erection in her slick tunnel gave me away.

Without saying a word, I slid my hands under her, scooping her up effortlessly in one smooth motion. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as I stood, holding her tight against me. She let out a small, surprised laugh, her arms tightening around my neck.

“Guess that means we’re not done yet, huh?” she teased, her breath warm against my ear as I started walking toward the bedroom.

“Nope,” I growled in response, my voice low and determined. “Now that I’ve got the green light from your accomplice Susan, I’m not holding back.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her hands finding their way to my shoulders as I carried her into the room. The anticipation between us crackled in the air, laden with lust and the knowledge that this was about to get more intense.

I kicked the door shut behind us, not breaking my stride as I lowered her down onto the bed, letting her bounce lightly on the soft mattress. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and eager, and I could see the familiar hunger in them.

“Get ready,” I said, my voice husky as I climbed onto the bed with her, positioning myself above her. I took a moment to drink her in - her perfect, slender body, her firm, perky tits, and the spark of desire in her eyes. I was done holding back, ready to show her that I was not simply a fit guy but an iron man champion when it came to sex, capable of endless, energetic fucks all night long.

With a growl, I slid between her legs, ready to pick up right where we left off. As I thrust into her tight, wet tunnel, I could feel the remnants of my cum squeezing out, mixing with the heat of her body. Her cunt gripped me, her slick walls squeezing me tighter as I buried myself deeper. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as her legs locked around my waist, pulling me in, urging me to fuck her harder.

Her breath was ragged, each desperate pant a sign of how much she needed me, how much she craved me. Her body writhed beneath me, meeting every thrust with frantic hunger. I could feel her hands scrambling against my skin, her nails scratching and pulling at me as she fought to get closer, deeper. Her eyes were wide with need, her lips parted in a breathless gasp, and her moans filled the room like a siren’s call.

The wetness from my earlier release made our connection even more intense, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room, amplified by the thick, slick noise as my cum squeezed out of her. Each thrust, each movement, was louder, more urgent, as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge, not stopping, not slowing down.

While the wet smacks of our slick bodies colliding filled the air, I had to think how some believe the thrusting in-and-out motion, combined with the arrow shape of the penis - particularly the ridge just below the head - was an evolutionary adaptation designed to scoop out sperm, to make room for the new. A primal instinct to clear her out.

If that’s true, it’s hard not to wonder about the implications. How many men, how many inseminations, all in quick succession? If evolution had evolved around it, that must have been not an exception but the norm, right? It’s hard to imagine that such orgies were always consensual, though we can’t know for sure. The idea of sequential insemination being built into us, even shaping the very design of our male organ, had the dark implication that men evolved for something like gang rape. A reminder of a primal age in the distant past ... before civilization had thankfully outgrown this violent form of proliferation.

But then, her body arched beneath me, and a piercing scream of pure ecstasy erupted from her lips. Her orgasm crashed over her, violent and all-consuming, as her body clenched tight around me, her nails digging into my back. The raw sound of her pleasure shattered my thoughts, snapping me back to the heat, the desire, the unrelenting need to give her everything. She was mine, fully, in this instant, and nothing else mattered.

I thrust deeper, harder, matching her rhythm as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. Her trembling body beneath me grounded me, cleared away every dark thought until it was just us - lost in this, together. he trembled in my arms, her breath coming fast as the peak slowly receded, leaving her flushed and panting, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

But I wasn’t about to let things settle there. With a grin, I lifted her legs, positioning them over my shoulders, feeling her body open even more beneath me. She bit her lip, her gaze locked onto mine as I slid back in, her tight heat pulling me deeper than before. I set a rhythm, harder and faster, watching as her pleasure reignited, her petite body writhing with each thrust. Her gasps turned into cries, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her next climax built fast, cresting and spilling over.

I paused for a moment, just long enough to shift her position again, pulling her up onto my lap as I sat back against the pillows. Her skinny legs straddled my hips, her thin arms wrapping around my shoulders, and I guided her down onto me, letting her set the pace this time. She rode me with a fervor, her hips grinding against mine as we moved together, her soft moans turning into ragged gasps as she sank deeper into the pleasure.

Another surge hit her, and she tightened around me, her body clenching and releasing in rhythm with her cries, until she finally collapsed against my chest, spent and breathless. I held her close, running my hands down her back as her heart raced against mine, both of us lost in the heat and the raw, consuming passion that had swept us away.

As her breathing settled, I leaned down to kiss her, feeling her lips soft against mine as our bodies momentarily stilled. But that lingering hunger between us hadn’t faded - it only grew stronger. I guided her onto all fours, watching the way her body arched beneath me, ready and waiting.

With her on all fours, her petite, firm ass was tilted perfectly toward me, practically begging for my hands. I ran my palms over her tight curves, feeling the hard, tempting lines of her body. Her skinny legs left a wide, hand-width gap between them, her thighs parted just enough to reveal her pussy from behind, looking almost shy and thin between her labial folds. Those folds were red, swollen from all the pounding she’d taken, sticky and messy with my last release. She was already marked by me, yet she looked ready for even more.

I positioned myself behind her, feeling the heat radiating from her core, the way she seemed to pulse with need. My rock-hard erection lined up with her cum leaking hole, looking almost frighteningly large compared to her petite body. For a few seconds I admired how the dark pink mushroom head of my dick pressed against her labial lips, slowly parting them. The contrast between my thick, terrifyingly hard rod, with its rough surface covered in pulsating veins, and her smooth, tiny, youthful, innocent-looking teen slit was so mesmerizing that a deep moan escaped my lips.

Then my desire consumed me entirely. In one forceful, unyielding thrust, I drove deep into her, filling her completely. Her sharp gasp melted into a low, trembling moan as I began to move, setting a rhythm that left no room for hesitation.

Her petite ass bounced with every powerful thrust, moving in sync with the relentless pace I set as I plunged deeper and harder. My hands gripped her slender hips with a commanding intensity, pulling her firmly against me, her body molded to my every movement. Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I pushed her further into the ecstasy of the moment.

Every thrust was deliberate, merciless, and intoxicating, each stroke driving her closer to the edge. She matched my rhythm instinctively, her body surrendering completely, arching back to meet me with desperate need. The room was alive with the sound of our colliding bodies, each wet slap growing more frantic, more charged, as we lost ourselves in the unrelenting heat of our union.

The heat inside me built to a fever pitch, fierce and all-consuming. My muscles tightened, my breaths growing ragged as that final, unstoppable rush began to take hold. My balls tensed, the familiar, throbbing pressure coiling deep, demanding release, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement near the doorway. Turning my head slightly, I froze for a split second. Standing just beyond the threshold, shrouded in shadows, were two stacked girls. Their unmistakable figures, with heavy tits straining against their tight tops, left no doubt: Annika and Lena. They must have arrived earlier than expected, slipping in quietly to watch the scene unfold. From their calm, knowing smiles and relaxed stances, it was obvious they’d been there for a while, taking in every detail.

I couldn’t stop - not now, not with their eyes glued to us, soaking in the sight of my thick cock pounding into Nora’s petite, trembling body. The idea of them standing there, watching every wet slap, every desperate moan, only fueled the primal heat inside me, pushing me closer to the brink. The thought of performing for them was intoxicating. It wasn’t just about the thrill of being watched. It was about luring them to imagine what it would feel like to take Nora’s place. To tempt them into wanting to feel me for themselves.

My thrusts didn’t falter; if anything, I moved with even greater intensity, giving them an unfiltered view of my thick shaft pounding into Nora’s petite, trembling body. The idea of their gaze on us pushed me past the point of no return, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. The pressure inside me erupted, my entire body shuddering as I let go. I buried myself as deep as I could, groaning as the release tore through me. My cock pulsed, shooting thick, hot streams into her with each powerful spasm. My grip on her hips tightened as waves of pleasure rippled through me, leaving me weak and utterly spent with every pulse.