Chapter 14 - The Progenitor

The deep, dreamless sleep Steve had fallen into was violently shattered by sensation. Not a sound, not a light, but a wet, insistent heat enveloping his cock. A soft, slick slurp echoed in the quiet room, followed by a low, hungry glrk. He groaned, his mind struggling to surface through the fog of exhaustion.

His eyes fluttered open, but his vision was blocked by a different kind of fog—a haze of red hair and the unmistakable, musky scent of a woman’s arousal. It took his brain a second to process the view. Zoé’s pussy was planted squarely over his face, her delicate pink folds just inches from his mouth, her scent flooding his senses. Honeysuckle and pure, unadulterated lust.

Before he could form a coherent thought, he felt the dual pressures on his length intensify. Two separate, swirling tongues traced the thick veins running along his shaft. A soft, suckling pop near the head was answered by a deep, throaty gulp at the base.

“He’s awake,” Zoé announced, her voice a breathy, excited giggle that vibrated against his lips.

“Good mor—” Steve tried to speak, but the word was immediately muffled as Zoé ground herself down, smothering him, her slickness coating his lips and chin.

“Less talking, much more licking, please!” she giggled again, her hips making a slow, circular motion, demanding his attention.

There was no resisting. His body was already fully awake, singing with electric need. Steve’s hands came up to grip Zoé’s hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her down onto his mouth with a desperate hunger. His tongue plunged into her soaked core, a long, firm stroke that made her cry out. “Fuck! Yes, Steve! You’re sooo good!”

He ate her pussy like a condemned man his last meal, his tongue fucking in and out of her tight hole with frantic, perfect strokes. The schliiick of his tongue meeting her wetness was obscenely loud. He could feel her thighs muscle distend against the sides of his head, her moans growing higher and more frantic. He focused on her swollen clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

“Ohgodohgodohgod!” Zoé chanted, her body beginning to convulse. Her orgasm hit her fast and hard, a gushing wave of her juices that Steve drank down eagerly, the gurgle of his swallowing lost in her screams of pleasure.

While Steve was devouring Zoé’s pussy, lost in the lewd slurps and her trembling thighs, two separate mouths were working his cock with equal fervor, driving him to the brink of insanity. He tried to tilt his head, to catch a glimpse of who was servicing him so passionately, but Zoé shifted her hips deliberately, grinding her pussy harder into his face and blocking his view. Her giggles vibrated against his lips as she teased, “Oh no, brother, you don’t get to see yet. Let it be a surprise!”

He could only rely on sensation now. One mouth was tight—wet and warm, its tongue swirling around his cockhead with a teasing precision. The other engulfed him deeper, throat muscles flexing and gripping him in a rhythm that made his toes curl. The slurpy, sloppy sounds of their combined efforts filled the room: glrk-glrk, schlick-pop, slurp. The vibrations traveled through his length, sending waves of pleasure up his spine.

One pair of lips felt familiar—soft and eager, with a hint of impatience. Mia, he guessed, her signature enthusiasm evident in the way she sucked and lapped at his shaft. But the other ... the other was smoother, more experienced, taking him deeper than Mia ever could. Was it his mother? The thought sent a jolt through him, thrilling him with anticipation. He couldn’t be sure, and Zoé’s mischievous squirming ensured he wouldn’t find out just yet.

His hands gripped Zoé’s hips tighter, as he focused on the sensations overwhelming her. Zoé’s pussy grinding wildly against his face—it was a symphony of pleasure, chaotic and relentless. Steve groaned into Zoé’s core, his tongue working harder as if to distract himself from the mystery of who was giving him this mind-blowing blowjob. But in the back of his mind, the tantalizing question lingered: Who else could it be?

Zoé’s pussy was a slick, trembling mess as Steve devoured her, his tongue driving her toward another explosive climax. Her thighs clamped around his head as she rode his face with wild abandon, her moans turning into incoherent cries of ecstasy. The wet, sloppy sounds of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the desperate schlick of her grinding against his mouth. Just as her orgasm began to crest, Steve felt a sudden, overwhelming warmth engulf his cock.

One of the two mouths on his groin had shifted, and now—instead of lips and tongue—he felt the tight, wet heat of a pussy sliding down his length. It was greedy, insistent, and unrelenting. The woman impaled herself on his shaft with a guttural moan, her hips slapping against his in a frantic rhythm. He could feel every inch of her velvety walls gripping him, milking him with each upward thrust as she rode him with unrestrained abandon.