Author's Note
So, this isn't like the stuff I normally write on this account. And to be personally honest, I'm not super big on the tags or the themes presented through this fic and the smut's male OC. But I wrote it for someone else who's been really awesome to chat with and there was a chance it could be used as means for an art trade.
Plus, I did have some fun with this: most of it being how much I figured they would enjoy it. And I'm only uploading this with their permission after they gave it their approval. I changed the name of their OC so as to protect the innocent and make him more laughably edgy.
So I hope y'all enjoy... or not. I'm just surprised I hammered this together as spontaneously as I did. Your regularly scheduled pink-ness will continue soon on this account.
As for Sunflower Spectacle, Trixie's mother is sorta... semi canon? But not popular enough for her own tag. Ah well. She doesn't amount to much in this fic. Heyoooooo...
Magnum Cucking
Sugar. Spice. And everything nice.
These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect puffy pussy. But Trixie Lulamoon accidentally added an extra ingredient into the presentation.
Sass.
And for that--she reasoned--she had gotten no response for her efforts. All six megabytes of it.
The eighteen year old woman frowned. Her pouty face reflected off the glossy surface of her smart phone, where the chat log displayed the last image that she had sent five minutes ago. It was a photo that would make any teenage boy drool. A close, zoomed-in snapshot of the crotch of her panties. Well-lit(!)--because of course the Great and Powerful Trixie would spare no expense in absolute showmanship, be it in public or in private (or in this case, in pubic). The phone’s camera got every fine lace detail of the near-translucent article, where a clear outline of her aroused pussy lips had pressed against the tight stretch of thin black silk. The clear signature of her sex was ardent, lewd, hungry, and--above all--sacred.
Eight minutes. Nine minutes. Ten minutes passed.
There was still no response.
“Mrmmmmfff…” Trixie’s cheeks reddened as she pouted some more. Her regal-purple eyes danced up to the name that headed the top of the chat log. The text “Magnum Edge” gleamed in a fabulous customized font, accompanied by the handsome profile pic of a nineteen year old ravishing spectacle of masculinity, with striking crimson eyes like rose petals, sharp mahogany bangs that could cut glass, and a smoldering stare that could melt any young maiden’s virginity.
Anyone but hers, Trixie mused in a huffy air of momentary contempt.
She laid the phone down atop the pillow of her friend’s neatly-made guest bed and sat in a slump, pantless, with her arms folded indignantly beneath her perky teenage bosom. A pair of nipples angrily poked at the fabric of an old CHS t-shirt as Trixie continued to glare daggers at the stubbornly dormant phone app. She had opted to spend the day at her friend Juniper Montage’s apartment. It was the only place she could go to peacefully spend time away from the controlling influence of her ultra-conservative mother. Only at Juniper’s could Trixie watch rated R movies on HBO or enjoy alcohol or surf the lewder side of Reddit or--I dunno--spend the better part of the last three hours neatly and carefully trimming all of the hair from her pubic region in order to brandish a pair of pussy lips that would send most porn stars reeling into a jealous spiral.
And yet--for all of her efforts--her magnificent pantyshot crashed like ineffectual waves against the ramparts of her boyfriend’s sudden and inexplicable silence.
“Maybe he’s asleep,” Trixie mused out loud. “The Grreat and Powerrful Trrixie’s hot boyfriend does work very hard for his education. He does love to take power naps between volunteering sessions. Hmmmm… Trixie is so proud…”
Speaking in the third person was a great way for Trixie to maintain confidence in herself. It so totally wasn’t a thing that she did to narrate lurid love-making sessions with Magnum Edge while lying alone on her friend’s guest bed and fingering herself. And there definitely was not a shamefully wet stain across the duvet from where she had totally done just that mere minutes after examining her freshly-smoothed crotch before taking the first picture she sent him.
“Hmmmm…” Trixie’s face formed a smile as a modicum of courage returned to her nubile person. “Trixie knows how to wake her loving, handsome Magnum Edge~”
And that’s how she found herself taking a second photo… and a third… and a fourth and a fifth and a sixth. She sent all of them--one after another--and with increasing speed, daring, and exposure. It started with another close-up shot of her panties: wilder and wetter. The young woman’s arousal increased with horny intent with each presentation, with supple blue fingers daring to push the silk seat of her panties away, hinting more and more at the piping hot entrance to her maidenhood lying demurely beyond.
But when Magnum Edge didn’t even respond to these...
...Trixie grew more desperate. And angry. Two emotions that typically ran hand-in-hand for the horny magician. She pulled the crotch fabric of the underwear completely aside, exposing her virgin lips completely. She adjusted the color contrast of the latest image or two, revealing the full glittering splendor of her needy wetness. At last--as her desperation and desire reached a boiling point--she opted for capturing a short video of herself from behind, bending over, parting her legs, revealing the full splendor of her vaginal temple and a squeaky clean button of a rectum as a bonus.
And still…
...Magnum Edge was silent as stone. There was no way that he could have slept through so many consecutive text alerts at once. And no respectful lover could conceivably have ignored what had become a veritable cornucopia of cooch--unless he had spontaneously turned gay since the last time the two went on a date three days ago. Or died. Or both.
And if Magnum Edge wasn’t lying dead and gay in a ditch somewhere…
“Is…” Trixie sniffled and bit her bottom lip, lying half naked and trembling on her best friend’s bed. “...is he m-mad at Trixie?”
At that point, Trixie had two options.
One, she could lie the phone flat on the bed--facing up with the flash set permanently on--and stand directly above it and spread her cunt wide open so that she could capture concrete evidence of her in-tact hymen. Surely that would entrap the young man through his icy silent treatment.
Or she could just call him. Given the remote possibility that Magnum Edge’s phone had simply been misplaced and was currently in the possession of a library’s Lost and Found box where anyone in the universe could be observing Miss Lulamoon’s holiest of holies on sopping wet display--the whole concept gave sobering credence for Trixie to follow the second option.
Which Trixie aptly pursued. Wiping her fingers dry on one of Juniper’s pillow sheets, she sat cross-legged on the bed’s edge and clicked on Magnum Edge’s handsome face. As the device dialed, she cradled it to her ear and closed her eyes… trying her desperate best not to fantasize about lying on her back on her wedding night while Magnum Edge hungrily sawed her virginity to shreds with his throbbing manhood, staining her snow white wedding dress with the sacramental remnants of her precious virginity, thereby baptizing their holy union into permanent bliss.
When Trixie snapped back to it, she realized five full rings had transpired, and the automatic answering service crackled in its place.
“He can’t hear the phone ringing either?!?” Trixie huffed. Trixie puffed. Trixie re-dailed her boyfriend’s number. “What does Trixie have to do to get him to notice Trixie?! Skywriting?!?”
The phone dialed and dialed…
...and rang and rang, displaying Trixie’s smiling face across a red-and-black smart phone. It was the image of her from the middle of a magic act, tilting her black top hat towards the audience as she stood tall and proud on the brightly-lit stage.
Soon, the dialing ended, and in place of Trixie’s face there returned the vertical gallery of all of the up-close pussy snapshots that the horny teenager had taken and sent over the past half-hour. Suddenly--and with hungry force--a middle aged woman’s face was shoved violently forward until she had no choice but to stare point blank down at the bedazzling scrawl of Trixie-cunt.
Tears brimmed the edges of the woman’s forest green eyes as she grunted through clenched teeth. If she wasn’t crying out of shame over Trixie’s unsavory exposure, it was likely due to the raw sensation of a nine inch throbbing cock jackhammering into her well-worn pussy from behind. A strong masculine hand reached forward and grabbed a clump of the woman’s blonde hair, which had been haphazardly split into two raggedy ponytails just seconds before this brutal and un-rehearsed MILF-mangling session began. With a savage yank, she was forced to look back into the sweaty, angular glare of the nineteen year old who was spearing her.
“Look at it!” Magnum Edge snarled, and just as quickly forced Sunflower Spectacle back forward so that she was heaving just inches above the photo gallery of her teenage daughter’s virginal slit. “I said look at it!” He huffed and seethed with each pistoning drive of his man-meat into the mother’s long-neglected baby-maker. The two of them were putting jackrabbits to shame atop the Lulamoon family sofa, with a pile of Sunflower Spectacle’s clothes lying like rags across the floor of the living room nearby. The older woman was naked and wet as the day she was born; meanwhile Magnum Edge was still dressed to the nines--or perhaps the eight and a halves, given that he only bothered to open the fly of his pants to expose the dick that was now so meticulously savaging her. “Look at what a fucking cock-hungry slut your bitch of a daughter is!”
Sunflower Spectacle had no words to articulate. Her brain noodle was a frazzled, tangled mess--no doubt attempting to unravel the events that had led to this moment: where she had so willingly and eagerly stripped herself naked and spread her legs for her daughter’s boyfriend’s rape-stick. This was her home, the home of her daughter, the bastion of her legacy that she worked and labored for every day. There were family photos on the wall just above the couch, and they were all rattling as the glass flames reflected her bent-over and naked flesh being skewered by this merciless home invader whom she had gladly invited deep and pounding into her quivering vulva.
“Every day!” Magnum Edge barked, punctuating his metallic tone with torturous thrusts of phallic steel into her sopping wet heat. “Every. Fucking. Day!” His fingers tightened around a wad of disheveled blonde hair. He felt Sunflower’s velvety insides clenching him every time he was forceful, so he yanked her head even closer to the phone and her daughter’s lurid vag-shots. “She texts me! She pokes me! She bothers me! She’s clingy as a fucking puppy! And for what?! She’s never tasted this cock! She’ll never even come close!! But she acts like a natural born whore!!! Where did she get this hunger for attention from?! Huh?!? Is it from you?!?”
A moan escaped Sunflower’s lips. Maybe she was trying to drum up a response. Or perhaps she was trying to part the lightning flashes in her brain from each pleasurable dagger stab of Magnum’s digging dick, deeper and deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, she was yanked back--yet again--by a fist full of ponytail. She stared--tearfully--into the upside down visage of Magnum Edge’s sneer.
“I asked you a question you stupid old cunt!” he spat. “Where did your whore daughter get her horny habits from?! Huh?!”
“Guhhhhh--!”
“If I don’t get an answer then you don’t get any of my sperm!”
“From m-me!” Sunflower Spectacle squealed, desperate not to lose an opportunity. Or a load, as t’were. “She gets it from meeeeee!”
“Then say it!” He shoved her back so that she got a face full of Trixie-cunt. “Fucking say it!” Magnum Edge reached past the mother’s tear-stained face and pressed a finger over the last video that Trixie sent, and soon Sunflower was gifted a close-up shot of Trixie’s dripping wet pussy and puckering asshole. “Tell me how much of a whore your annoying brat daughter is!”
“Unnnnnnfff--my daughter is a whore--!”
Magnum gave the woman a firm slap across her ample buttocks. It sent a tremor up through her spine, sounding off one of many spastic yelps. “What are you, a fucking dictionary?!? Say it like you mean it, slut!!!”
“My bratty daughter Trixie is a stupid cock-hungry whore!!!”
“Yeah?!?” Magnum issued another slap, then grasped Sunflower’s waist with both hands as he intensified the turgid pounding from behind. “Like who?!”
“Like m-me!”
Another slap. “Like what?!?”
“Like her mother!!” Sunflower Spectacle wept, tossing her head back and forth--forcing Magnum to grasp her skull and aim her teary face at the phone yet again. In the gloss of the screen, the woman could see the first of many mascara streaks streaming down her once-proud face. “I’m a dick-hungry whore! A desperate, horny, cock-loving hooker!!”
“Oh yeah?!” This time, Magnum reached a hand underneath, mauling one of Sunflower’s dangling breasts. He pinched a nipple between two vice-like fingers and leaned in, breathing hotly over the woman’s left ear. “Whose cock?! Huh?! Let’s not mince words here, bitch!” He thrusted once, twice, three times--particularly hard--forcing her to yelp against the phone, fogging its surface with her humid lust. “Shout it! Scream it!”
“Magnum Edge’s dick!!!” Sunflower sobbed, her voice cracking as she shouted like a Showtime Movie rape victim. “Sunflower Spectacle is a hungry whore for Magnum Edge’s hard handsome cock! Sunflower needs it! She needs it she needs it she needs i-ittttt!”
Magnum Edge breathed hotter, huskier; leaning in completely so that his neatly-suited body enveloped her naked and vulnerable figure across the couch. “So… you also speak in the third person… just like that annoying bitch you spat out into this world.” He grunted into her ear, all the while thrusting. “How pathetic. Y’know that’s one of the things I’ll miss the least once I break up with her. Is that why her Daddy left you all those years ago? Huh?”
Sunflower whimpered--strung out between a sad sob and a horny moan--suspended only by the eviscerating warmth of this young stud’s dick keeping her afloat. Her makeup was a splotchy mess at this point, running down her tear-stained face like a melted canvass. At one point, Magnum’s hand reached in from behind, dragging through the gritty mascara and scooping it into her mouth. Sunflower sputtered, almost retching at the bitter taste, but helpless to spit out Magnum’s invasive finger. Soon, however, she had something else to concentrate on as his teeth clicked close to her ear:
“Sssshhhhh… listen to me…” He nibbled on the poor woman’s ear, then breathed into it. “I’m her Daddy now.” He thrusted his cock hard into her. “I’m her daddy now.”
Sunflower whimpered into his hand.
“Say it.” He sneered. “I don’t fucking care how bad it tastes. Say it. Tell the whole world the truth.”
“Mrmmmfff--yrrff hrrff Duddy nwfffffff…!!!”
Magnum yanked his finger out and heaved backwards with a grunt. Sunflower gasped, suddenly riding his lap backwards as he thrusted up, up, up into her. The woman’s eyes widened as she bounced on his stabbing cock, her breasts heaving and defying gravity with each delicious motion.
“In the third person!” Magnum hissed. He bore a coy smile at this point, feeling the woman’s insides quiver with an undeniable orgasm as he threatened to propel her into the ceiling. “Just like that annoying bitch daughter of yours!”
“Magnum Edge is Trixie’s daddy nowwww!” Sunflower Spectacle shouted, bouncing, spasming, drenching the crotch of his pants as she came and came. “Magnum Edge is Trixie’s daddy! Trixie’s daddy is fucking mommy and mommy loves it!”
“Loves what?!”
“M-mommy loves daddy’s dick!”
“You want to marry it!”
“M-mommy… w-wants to marry daddy’s dick!”
Magnum Edge reached a hand up, mangling one of those gravity-defying breasts, bending Sunflower back so that his next dozen dick-thrusts shot hard into her super vulnerable G-Spot. “Scream it! Mean it! Pledge it!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah--!!!” Sunflower’s green eyes widened as she threw her head back, blonde tresses flailing like shattered halos. “Sunflower Spectacle wants to marry Magnum Edge’s handsome veiny daddy dick!”
Magnum’s fingers tightened, painfully twisting the one breast like it was a champagne cork ready to pop. “And?!?!”
“Sunflower’s annoying bitch daughter will never ever taste Daddy’s dickkkkk!!”
A villainous glint shone in Magnum Edge’s eyes. He was ready to bring the lurid ritual to its unholy conclusion then and there, except that a moment of divine intervention inexplicably manifested. Atop the coffee table--situated parallel to the cum-stained couch--Sunflower Spectacle’s phone started vibrating. He looked over, seeing none other than Trixie’s innocent smile illuminated across the screen.
“Well, now…” Magnum Edge slowed his thrusts--as well as his molestation of Sunflower’s aching nipples. “...no time like the present to tell her.”
Sunflower gasped, her eyes twitching with a fragmentary ripple of sobriety. “Wh-what--?!” She glanced over at the ringing cell phone with abject fear, but all she had to fall back on was penetrating teenage dick.
“That’s right…” Magnum Edge reached over, somehow grasping the phone with remarkable balance and handing it to the female creature being speared on his man meat. The device fell once or twice from her grasp, so he had to forcibly cradle it squarely in her sweaty hands. “Answer her, bitch.” He swiveled the two of them so that he was perfectly seated on the center couch cushion with the trembling MILF riding him reverse-cowgirl style. “Be a good mom~... even if we both know you’re just a rotten sex-craved whore.”
“I…” Sunflower sputtered. Her bleached blonde hair hung in frazzled ponytail shapes on either side of her tear-stained face. “I-I…” A river of ruined mascara ran down into the woman’s mouth from where Magnum Edge’s finger had previously dragged it, only now a thin sliver of cum-hungry drool had sent it trailing back out and down the slope of her chin. She resembled a barbie doll that had been used as a cum-rag, or maybe just the single mother of Trixie Lulamoon. “I… but I can’t--!”
In the middle of the mother’s cock-hungry stupor, Magnum Edge had snuck a finger in, pressing the green icon on woman’s phone screen. Bleep! Sunflower Spectacle now had an open line to her daughter, whose innocent voice was crackling through on room-volume speaker, loud and clear:
“Hey Mom~”
“Mrmmfff…” Sunflower’s nostrils flared. With weak, trembling wrists, she struggled to keep the phone up to her hot and huffing face. “Hello, angel~” Sunflower’s breaths kicked repeatedly, urged by the playful upthrusts of Magnum Edge’s dick into her sopping wet snatch below. “How are you this f--” The young man’s cock shoved in deeply. “--fuuuuuu-f-fine afternoon?”
“Uhm… great, Mom. Just great. Say… uh…” Trixie’s voice rolled nervously, echoing like pindrops between the splashy plap-plap-plaps of Magnum’s monstrous dick doing its dirty duty in the distance. “...you wouldn’t h-happen to have heard any word from Magnum Edge, would you?”
“M-Magnum E-Edge?” Sunflower stammered. The world rocked as she felt herself lifted, stabbed, lifted, stabbed by those blissful nine inches that the teenage girl on the other end of the line would never, ever taste. “What…? Who…?”
“I’ve sent him a few… texts earlier today. But he’s not responding. I know that his phone is probably turned off or been misplaced, but a great and powerful girlfriend can’t help but worry a bit… y’know?”
“Well… I’m… sorry… sweetie…” Sunflower grunted through her teeth as Magnum Edge’s thrusts grew particularly pronounced, launching her like she was on a trampoline. “...I haven’t heard a word from daddddyyy!!!” She squealed as she felt Magnum Edge’s hands reaching around and stroking her clit just above the point of penetration. “Mmmm--dat… that h-handsome beau of yours!” She wheezed long and hard, her eyes rolling back as Magnum’s fingers stroked her to a heavenly rhythm. “Maybe if… you tr-tried eeeee…” The phone nearly dripped out of her fingers as her head tossed back. The motherly victim of that iron-hot dick began grinding her lower half against his playful touch. “Eeeeeeee-mailing himmmm…!” She huffed and puffed with lung-fuls of heated oxygen as she felt another orgasm climbing up her spine. “Oh fuck! Shit! Motherfucker!”
“Uhhhhh…” The teenage voice on the other end was understandably concerned. “...Mom? Is everything alright?”
“Yes! GOD, yes! Everything is goooood…!” Sunflower’s eyes centered and she struggled to maintain a dignified tone while Magnum thrusted hard again, forcing her to writhe up and down as she sputtered into the phone. “Mommy’s just… r-running on the treadmill, sweetie! Hfff. Pffft. Fuuuu…” She tossed her blonde threads back, one ponytail undoing itself and hanging over half her sweaty face as she threw on a bright smile that she hoped-to-god would translate over the line. “Been a really longgggggg time since your Mom got any…any... r-really good exercise!”
“But why were you cussing up a storm just then?”
“It’s… it’s… it’s a n-narrow treadmill!” Sunflower’s voice cracked. “Mommy’s bound to stub h-her toe every now and again!” A full-handed Magnum Edge palm slammed across her left ass-cheek. “FUCKKKK! Guhhhh-Yessssssss--just like thaaaaaaat!” She bounded up and down--boobs swaying--as Magnum Edge’s dick propelled her to the heavens. “Mommy’s a whorrrre!!!”
“What???”
“I… I-I said Mommy’s a horrible example of st-staying in good health! G-gotta keep a tight regiment! One to two hours every day! It’s the only w-way to stay fit!”
“O… kay…” Trixie could be heard clearing her voice on the other end. “Well, the movie’s over. I’ll be leaving Juniper’s soon. Do you want me to grab us anything on the way home?”
“A bag of condoms,” Magnum said under the huffs of Sunflower’s breath. He grinned sadistically as he bounced the girl’s mother up and down his unbreakable shaft. “But by the time she arrives, it’ll have been too late.”
“What did you say?”
“Uhhhh… d-don’t stay out too late!” Sunflower stammered. “I love you, sweetie!” She kissed into the air. “Mwah!” Her eyes rolled back as she thrust up and down on Magnum Edge’s teenage meat. “I love itttt! I love it sooooo muchhhh…!”
“Okay, mom~! See you soon~!” -click-
The dormant phone fell from Sunflower’s hands. Milliseconds later, she yelped as she felt herself being flung forward like a pilot from her ejector’s seat. Only at the last second did she throw her hands forward, bracing herself against the edge of the coffee table. Behind her, Magnum Edge stood up fully from the couch, hammering his dick into her red-raw pussy with unprecedented speed, eliciting a chorus of shrieks and moans from the woman--now that her daughter was no longer an unwitting audience.
“Of course, that bitchy brat isn’t going to come anywhere near my dick,” Magnum Edge oozed, calm and collected as he nevertheless pistoned in and out of the MILF like the stud he was. “You’re the one who wants to marry this cock, after all. Now how would that look--your daughter wanting a taste of daddy’s meat?! What kind of a mother would you be?! I mean--you’re already a slutty whore, but how far down are you willing to go?!?”
“Uhhhhhhnnffff--all the way!” Sunflower Spectacle howled and sputtered. With each thrust, she was urged forward, causing the legs of the coffee table to scrape across the living room floor, one inch at a time. Her boobs swung until her body heaved forward, squeezing her bosom into the varnished surface of the table as she surrendered wholly and completely to Magnum Edge’s handsome penis. “Take me, daddy! Take me deep and dirty and allll the waaaaaaay downnnn!”
“For what, huh?!?” Magnum Edge hissed between grunting breaths. He felt the barest tingle in his broiling balls, a tiny portent to hot steaming floodgates about to break. “What does daddy have that mommy wants so fucking badly?!?”
“Your cummmm!” Sunflower mewled. Pleaded. Begged. “Mommy wants daddy’s cum!”
“Oh yeah?! And where?!?”
“In my pussy! Please!” Sunflower spat and drooled into the table. “Mrmmmfff--it’s been soooooo long! I need it! I need daddy’s hot seed in my pussy!”
“Pffft--Really, now? And spawn you another annoying brat like Trixie?” Then--with a frigid cold pop--Magnum Edge pulled out from her throbbing cunt entirely.
Sunflower Spectacle let out a long high-pitched sound at that: some sort of combination of a startled gasp and a sad sob. Seconds later, however, she was shrieking to the high heavens as another entrance was suddenly stuffed to the breaking point.
Magnum Edge was barely halfway into her asshole--utilizing just her pussy juices as lube--when he leaned over her and sneered: “Your daughter’s a shit whore. Meaning she only could have come from one place!” That said, his dick barreled the rest of the way, hilting tightly inside the woman’s anguished butt. The young man snarled into her ear: “How about it, huh?! Should I cum in here?”
“Oh gods--”
“Make you another shit whore daughter?!?”
“Fuuuu--”
“And when she grows up, I’ll cum inside the both of you--making more shithole slut children and grandchildren! Would you like that?! Huh?!” Magnum Edge stretched out his hand, shifted his weight, and slapped Sunflower straight across her exposed pussy lips.
“AAAAA--!!” Sunflower threw her head back--
--only to be shoved forcibly against the table top as Magnum Edge slapped her nethers again.
“How about it?!?”
And again.
Magnum Edge growled above the octaves of Sunflower’s lustful screams. “Answer me you cum-dumb breed cow!!!”
“YESSSS!!!” Sunflower spasmed from head to toe, bent over the table like a crooked hooker with her pained vaginal lips squirting sexual release across the carpet below. “FUCK US! BREED US!! MAKE MY WHOLE FAMILY PREGNANT!!!”
“And what about Trixie, huh?!”
“EVERYONE BUT HER!!!” Sunflower sobbed as she came twice within the same breath, eyes bulging. “EVERYONE BUT HERRRR!!!”
“Then work for it! Milk my seed out of me if you want it so badly!”
The mother heaved and writhed. But after so much punishment--and so many orgasms--her nethers had gone practically numb. What should have been a leather vice amounted to a limp pocket at best.
If this was a let-down for Magnum, he certainly didn’t show it. In fact, he bore a wry smirk that he hid from the middle-aged woman’s sight.
“Well well well…” Steeling his nerves, he pulled his still-throbbing dick out of the spent woman’s asshole. “...looks like your window of opportunity just flew the coop, bitch.”
“Wha--?!?” A sweaty, raggedy mess, Sunflower Spectacle slumped sideways against the table and looked up at the teenager with pale desperation flashing across her mascara-stained face. “N-nooo… d-daddy, please…” She choked, gulped, and tried reaching up for him. “...your sperm. I need--”
“What you need to do is shut the fuck up…” Magnum Edge pumped his own dick, sneering down at the woman. “...and get on your knees, bitch.”
It took Sunflower more than a few floundering seconds to do as she was told. Her lower half tingled--scarcely registering in her raw-fucked nervous system. Nevertheless, in good time, the docile MILF managed to position herself squarely in front of the standing stud, her make-up stained face lingering just centimeters from the uncut tip of his member. She looked up with green eyes glazed over with lust and desperation, hungering.
“There’s still a chance for you… and even a chance for that stage prostitute you birthed. Hell, I’m feeling gracious today.” Magnum Edge inhaled and exhaled sharply, clearly on the precipice of his own climax, but a great-deal more in control of things. “But only if you fucking do what I say.” His scarlet eyes narrowed as he freed a hand to wag threateningly at the kneeling blonde receptacle. “Even the slightest fuck-up… and we’re done forever. Got it?”
Sunflower nodded. Shivering.
“Open your mouth.”
Sunflower opened her mouth. Shivering.
“Do not close it until I tell you to do so. And above all…” His breath reached a peak, as did the speed of his own dickstrokes. “Do. Not. Swallow. Do you understand?”
Sunflower nodded with her tongue out. Shivering.
“Now… are you a slutty cum rag for Daddy’s sperm?” Magnum Edge hissed. “One long moan for ‘yes.’ Don’t you dare close your mouth~”
“Muhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…~!” Sunflower sounded.
“And are you going to do absolutely everything I say--no matter how dirty--for daddy’s sperm?”
“Muhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…~” Sunflower repeated. Drool oozed out of her open mouth.
“Even if daddy asks you to film it? On camera? For the world to see?”
There was a slight tremble, and a single tear trickled from the edge of the woman’s eye, adding to the mascara mess that framed her slutty, hungry face. “Muhhhhhhhhhhh…~!!!”
“Then by the power invested in my god damn manhood…” Magnum Edge’s voice came out in hoarser and hoarser grunts as he aimed the tip of his throbbing cock against her tongue. “...I pronounce you dick and bride!!!” His eyes closed tightly shut as he clenched his teeth. “Grnnngh--Take it! T-Take it all, you sad, lonely cum dumpster!! Httttt!”
The first load overshot her mouth. For all his might and masculinity, Magnum Edge simply couldn’t control the sheer force of his own ejaculation. It ran an ivory line across her face and over her left eye, which squeezed shut under the delicious consecration. The second shot--and the third and the fourth and the fifth and the sixth and the seventh and the eighth after that all landed neatly in Sunflower’s mouth, pooling into a sticky hot broth that could easily be smelled across the house. That--along with the taste of her own pussy and ass from his cocktip--sent Miss Spectacle over one final hurdle, and she moaned from a spasming orgasm as her jaw slacked slightly--
“Don’t swallow~” Magnum Edge grunted. Thirty seconds in and he was still cumming. His knees locked in place to keep him vertical, dignified, and in control for the throbbing waves still to come. “Don’t you dare fucking sw-swallow…!” His nostrils flared as he tossed his head back, hurtling through the last few muscular salvos while stars danced across his centered mindscape. “Mrnnnnghhh-fuckkkkkkkkkk... you fucking… FUCKING whore! Grnnngh…~!!!”
That entire time, Sunflower kept her face tilted up and her mouth hung obediently open like the sperm bowl that she was. She felt the roof of her mouth tickling, her throat muscles begging to gag as a veritable ocean of sperm filled up, threatening to trickle down that poor pretty gullet at any second.
Then finally--mercifully, for the both of them--Magnum Edge’s penis was spent. He let it fall limp, bouncing and smacking Sunflower once or twice in the jaw as his upper body sagged down from the crest of his lungs’ full exertion. He panted, spreading his ragged breaths apart in a meditative fashion, rubbing the sweat from his handsome forehead and slicking his sharp bangs back as he climbed back from the orgasmic pinnacle of the afternoon.
“Okay… now...” He smirked down at her while his member hung heavily--pendulously--between them. Still sopping wet from her motherly juices. “...close your mouth.”
Sunflower Spectacled did so, slowly and carefully, encasing that monsoon of man-splooge inside her oral cavity--
“But--” Magnum Edge pointed yet again with that threatening finger. “Do. Not. Swallow.” With well-practiced motions, the nineteen-year-old tucked his dick back into his pants and zipped back up. “In fact… you’re not going to swallow for a long… long time.”
The middle-aged woman sat helplessly on her knees, squirming as her eyes darted left and right. Never before in her life did she feel such an unwavering need to do the opposite of what he just commanded, and the full bitter volume of his essence clamped between her tongue and cheeks certainly didn’t make the impossible feat seem any easier. A tiny whimper escaped her cum-stained nose.
To which Magnum Edge graciously responded: “Only... when your daughter returns home will you release that load. Spoiler alert.” His eyes narrowed as he adjusted his belt. “You’re still not gonna swallow it.”
Sunflower Spectacle locked in place--freezing in mixed horror and arousal. A stream of vaginal juices trickled down her inner thigh.
“Bonus points if you get it on camera. I’ll leave that up to you.” Magnum Edge observed a stain of womanly fluids that had formed a dark halo in the center of his slacks. “...you owe me a new pair of pants, by the way.” He picked up his phone and strolled for the front door in a casual gait, calmly deleting the last dozen images sent by Trixie along the way. “See ya, slut~”
Two hours later...
A text popped up on Magnum Edge’s phone: listed from “Unknown Caller.”
His finger slid across it.
A video file appeared. Once pressed, it broadcasted thusly:
Sunflower Spectacle’s face appeared front and center. Green eyes glazed over with lust. Cheeks bulging to the breaking point. That one streak of cum from Magnum Edge’s first ejaculation had long-hardened, encrusting itself to her nostrils and upper eyebrow hairs, forming an ivory highlight to the dark mascara splotches that stained her expression like some offensive blackface.
She leaned back, and it was apparent now that the camera--her phone--was being placed in some lofty position in her house’s front atrium, just in time to catch a shadowed figure arriving at the translucent window frame of the entrance. The front door clicked, and Sunflower Spectacle--wearing nothing but a pink terry cloth bathrobe over her trembling sex-stained figure--turned to face it.
Trixie Lulamoon entered, a set of keys in one hand and her purse dangling from another. Sighing, the bright and lively teenager walked inside.
“Mommy, I’m home~”
She closed the door behind her.
“Sorry for taking so long~.” She gestured towards the car parked outside. “I got some Chinese on the way. I hope that’s cool--”
Trixie froze in place, her eyes widening as she took in her mother--or more specifically the lurid state that her mother was in.
“Mom…?!” Trixie blanched, doing a double-take. “Your… y-your face! What’s the matter?! What--?”
Breathless, Sunflower Spectacle shrugged her shoulders. Her pink robe fell to the ground, exposing her naked and heaving body before her own daughter.
“Mom--!” Trixie leaned back, blushing profusely.
Sunflower closed the palpitating distance between them. The camera caught her leaning in, cheeks bulging--but not for much longer.
“Mom, what--?!” Trixie leaned back even further, gasping, dropping her purse.
But there was no avoiding her mother’s embrace. Nor what came after: Sunflower Spectacle leaned in, clamped her lips over Trixie’s mouth, and moaned lustfully as a snow white bounty frothed slimily in between.
Trixie floundered in her grasp, sputtering--ultimately gargling the sheer volume of Magnum Edge’s gift being forcibly shared between the two. The stationary camera phone caught it all, along with the coughing and spitting that inevitably followed--as Trixie fell to her knees and a horny mother collapsed along with her, bringing her hands to places where she hadn’t touched her daughter since she bathed her as an infant.
Magnum Edge merely blinked. He noticed that the video went on for another eight minutes. Fuel for the next morning, he reasoned to himself, and ultimately minimized the text app… but only after he forwarded the pic directly to his best friends’ chat group. He’d await their responses with meager anticipation.
From somewhere below him, a young voice sputtered: “Eugh… gawd... is she messaging you again???”
Magnum Edge frowned down at a kneeling Juniper Montage--dressed only in stockings as she nursed his cock--and growled: “Did I fucking tell you to stop?”
Juniper rolled her eyes and wrapped her supple lips around the veiny length of his dick once again, staining it thoroughly with emerald lipstick.
“And don’t forget your slutty friend while you’re at it~”
In response, Juniper merely moaned. With dutiful obedience, she lowered her nethers, continuing to grind her wet hot sex across the mouth of a bound and blindfolded Sour Sweet lying on the bedroom floor between Juniper’s thighs. The Shadowbolt gasped and sputtered into Juniper’s pussy, eagerly licking her clitoris while her best friend lathered Magnum Edge’s cock from tip to balls.
“Gawd…” Magnum Edge casually browsed facebook while the two teenagers drooled and moaned beneath him. “Women these days…”
