CHAPTER 37: [R18]DEVIL’S THREE-WAY(3)

Sarra screamed, her voice cracking with pleasure.

Nash didn’t stop. He grabbed her waist tighter and slammed into her over and over, her soaked pussy gripping him like it didn’t want to let go.

Inside, it was blazing hot, slick, soft, and pulsing with every thrust. The aphrodisiac cum mixed with her natural heat made her walls flutter uncontrollably around him, teasing his nerves with every motion.

It felt like she was drawing him deeper, milking him for more.

Sarra’s moans came in stuttering waves, her voice cracking between gasps and high-pitched giggles. Her face twisted in pure bliss, eyes hazy, mouth open wide in a smiling, desperate gasp.

She looked over her shoulder, breathless and flushed, hair sticking to her cheeks. Her expression screamed pleasure, needy and unashamed.

Then she arched more, lowering her chest and tilting her ass higher, offering it without a word. Her cheeks bounced with each thrust, firm and jiggling, as if daring him to squeeze them harder.

And he did. He grabbed them with both hands, fingers digging deep, gripping her like a man possessed.

Sarra only moaned louder, her smile widening, drunk on the sensation of being filled and used. Her body rocked forward each time he drove into her, and the lewd rhythm echoed through the room like a drumbeat of surrender.

Nash pushed deeper, hips slamming flush to her ass as his breath caught and his nerves lit up in a burst. Her heat clenched down on him, milking the pressure as another orgasm surged through him. He groaned, shuddering as thick spurts of cum flooded her already dripping pussy, stuffing her full with another dose of aphrodisiac heat.

Sarra gasped sharply, her body convulsing as she felt the eruption inside her. Her pussy tightened even more, her back arching in a wave of raw pleasure. The more he gave her, the more she burned, each new pulse inside her reigniting the fire in her belly, her moans dissolving into breathless laughter and tremors of aching need.

For a few seconds, they stayed frozen together, Nash buried deep, breath held, his cock pulsing in slow, hard waves as he emptied every last drop.

The heat inside her thickened with each spurt, and Sarra trembled in place, her body still quaking from the high.

Then, slowly, he pulled out. A slick mess clung to him, and Sarra whimpered faintly as she felt the loss.

Her dazed smile faded to a soft, startled pout. For a moment, she blinked, breath catching in her throat. The ache in her belly returned, sharper now that it wasn’t being answered.

She looked over her shoulder, flushed and blinking through her glasses. Her voice came out small, breathy.

"C-Can you... put it back in?" she asked, timid, almost shy. Her tone was soft, pleading.

As she spoke, her hips wiggled, her ass shifting in a slow, needy rhythm. A silent invitation, instinctive and desperate.

Nash watched the movement, his breath catching as his cock twitched back to life, already hardening at the sight.

Then Lina’s voice cut in, teasing from the side, half-laughing.

"Damn, Sarra... this your first time? You’re already begging for more. So needy."

Sarra’s face flared even redder, but she didn’t deny it.

Lina stepped closer with a lazy grin, one hand drifting down until her fingers wrapped around Nash’s slick shaft, still twitching back to life. She gave it a slow, stroke, her smile sly.

"You bastard," she murmured, her voice dropping low and almost affectionate. "Tricked me yesterday with that smooth act... then tore me open like no one else ever could. You get that, right?" Her eyes softened as her tone shifted into something personal. "After what you did, no one else is gonna reach that deep."

She brought her other hand between her thighs, slipping her fingers over her own swollen, cum-leaking folds. She let out a soft gasp, still sensitive.

"I’m still raw down there... but I can’t stop thinking about it. About you."

Her cheeks flushed deeper.

"Normally, I wouldn’t even consider doing this after a fuck. Especially not after it railed another girl’s guts. But for you..."

She dropped to her knees.

Her breath ghosted over his cock before her lips parted. She took him in slowly, sealing around the tip, descending with practiced grace.

Her tongue traced the underside, her pace slow and sensual. Each slow bob of her head was fluid, rising to swirl around the tip before easing back down with care. Her lips sealed tight, and the warmth of her mouth gripped him perfectly.

Nash’s breath caught. This was his first real blowjob, and it was nothing like he imagined.

It wasn’t raw, overwhelming pleasure like fucking, it was something that sank into his chest, warm and consuming. It made him feel... wanted.

His hand hesitated above her, unsure.

Then Lina looked up.

Her eyes met his, slow and steady, and she reached for his wrist. For a moment, he thought she was stopping him. But instead, she gently placed his hand on her head.

A message.

You can.

He felt her mouth sink lower again, her throat relaxing as she took more of him. She moaned as if she wanted him to feel every part of it, not just on his skin, but in his heart.

Her lips never rushed, her tongue moved with delicate, swirling care. She cleaned him like she meant it. Like this was hers now.

And Nash stood there, overwhelmed, his chest tight and his hips trembling, watching her worship him in the most vulnerable, intoxicating way imaginable.

Then Lina shifted, her head tilted, her lips sliding deeper along his length until he felt her throat flex and welcome him fully.

Her nose nearly touched his skin, her mouth stretched wide, and the obscene sound of wet suction filled the room.

"Glrk... glk... gggllrk..."

Each gagging noise was deliberate, each slurp louder than the last. She wanted him to hear it. To feel it. To drown in it.

This dick is unreal, she thought, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, not from discomfort but sheer intensity. So thick... so deep... It pulsed inside her, hot and rigid, like it owned the space in her throat.

She glanced up, her eyes locking with his again, but this time with a grin curled around his cock.

Fall for me, her gaze challenged. Try to resist.

She hollowed her cheeks, moaned again, and twisted her tongue around him, making obscene wet noises echo off the walls.

Nash’s hands clenched on her head. His knees nearly buckled. She wasn’t just sucking him, she was breaking him.

How much more can I take?

The thought came hazy, distant. He didn’t understand how he was still hard, still pulsing, still giving.

He’d filled them more than once already, enough to overflow a damn bucket, and it wasn’t even an exaggeration.

His cum was everywhere. In them. On them. Coating the air, the ground, in considerable quantity.

They should’ve questioned it. Maybe they would’ve, if the aphrodisiac inside them wasn’t making them just as wild.

Then something shifted. A small bump against his thigh.

He looked down.

Sarra had joined Lina.

Her flushed face was right beside Lina’s, lips already parting as she gently nudged into the space, trying to get a taste.

Lina’s eyes cut to the side, annoyed.

"Mmm-wghh?!... mmghh-wgghh... mwah... Wait your damn turn," she barked around the thick length stuffing her mouth.

Sarra pulled back slightly, voice soft, pleading.

"You already got so much more than me... I just want a little too."

What followed wasn’t a compromise, it was a competition.

Both girls kissed, licked, and fought gently over Nash’s cock, their tongues colliding, trading positions, their saliva mixing with his precum in a glistening mess.

Slurps, moans, wet smacks filled the air.

Nash’s vision blurred.

He stared down at both of them, Lina’s fierce grin, Sarra’s flushed cheeks, both of them staring up at him now, eyes glazed and locked on his face, waiting for his reaction.

His hands moved on instinct, grabbing them both by the head, pulling them closer.

He couldn’t hold it anymore.

A raw, volcanic surge erupted from him with no warning, no control.

A thick, explosive geyser of cum blasted across their tongues, lips, faces.

It poured into their mouths and overflowed, spilling down their chins, painting their cheeks and noses in streaks of heat.

And still, he pulsed, his body twitching, his mind erased, his hands trembling as both girls took everything he gave.

Then his legs gave. Nash stumbled back, cock twitching in the open air. He winced, hands on his thighs, breathing sharp.

That was it. He couldn’t keep going. His heart was willing, his stamina still thumping through his veins like a war drum, but his dick had crossed some kind of line.

It throbbed with overstimulation, not from pleasure now but strain.

Squeezed, drenched in spit and cum and heat, it somehow ached while staying hard, like muscle gone numb.

He dropped to his knees, shoulders heaving, struggling to catch his breath.

He opened his mouth to tell them, to say it was over, that he was done, spent, finished, cooked, house closed and Hasta la vista.

But when he looked at them...

Both girls were licking his cum off their fingers, their faces, even each other.

And their expressions weren’t just lust-drunk, they were confused. Bewitched.

Lina blinked down at a streak on her palm. She licked it again. Her brows lifted slightly.

"...What the fuck?"

Sarra was already cupping another sticky drop, tasting it with a slow swipe of her tongue. Her eyes widened.

This wasn’t excitation, Nash’s cum tasted better than a normal cum, at least for a connoisseur like Lina. It was even delicious. Rich, aromatic, addictive.

The scent clung to their skin like fresh spice, and the flavor hit like a crafted dish from a chef obsessed with pleasure.

Sweet, salty, savory, impossible. And to make it worse, the smell and taste had arousing properties.

They should’ve noticed something was wrong long ago.

But now, they couldn’t stop licking.