Chapter 679: Blindfolded Freya 3

Freya’s body convulsed beneath me, her back arching violently as my cock slapped against her clit—

SMACK! SMACK!

—each impact sending waves of pleasure rippling through her.

"Aaaah—! Aaaaaah—! Aaaah—!" she screamed, her fingers digging into the mattress, her voice raw and desperate. "F-Fuck—! Jack—!" she gasped, her pussy clenching with need, her body trembling with anticipation. "D-Don’t stop—! Fuck—! I need it!"

I grinned darkly, my hand gripping the base of my cock, slapping it against her clit again—

SMACK!

—each impact drawing a sharp, desperate cry from her lips.

"You want to cum, Sister~?" I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers trailing up her body, pinching her nipples hard. "Then beg for it~..." I snarled, my thumb circling her clit, teasing her before slapping it again—

SMACK!

"Aaaaaah—! P-Please—!" Freya whimpered, her body trembling, her tits bouncing with every slap of my cock against her clit. "I need it—! I need your cock—!" Her hips lifted, grinding against nothing, her pussy aching for release. "Fuck me—! Now!"

But I had other plans.

My cock slid down, trailing over her dripping pussy, teasing her entrance before settling against the tight, puckered ring of her asshole. "Sister~..." I purred, my voice low and sinful, my fingers tracing the creases of her ass, "What about this hole?" My thumb pressed against it, circling it slowly, feeling the heat of her forbidden entrance.

Freya’s body tensed, her voice suddenly fearful. "Jack—..." she gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets, "Don’t even think about it—..." Her breath hitched, her ass clenching instinctively. "It’s untouchable—..."

I chuckled darkly, my fingers continuing to trace the tight ring, teasing her. "I want to feel how tight a pregnant woman’s asshole is, Sister Freya~..." My voice dropped to a whisper, my lips brushing her ear. "Please—..." I purred, my cock throbbing against her ass, "Who else can I ask this~...?"

Freya shook her head violently, her voice firm. "N-No—..." she whispered, her body trembling. "Never happening—..." Her fingers clawed at my wrist, trying to pull my hand away. "Make your girlfriend Emily pregnant, then you can do whatever you want with her asshole—..."

Emily didn’t like that answer.

Her hand shot out, gripping my wrist and yanking it away from Freya’s ass. Before I could react, she moved to the side, her fingers spreading Freya’s thighs apart—wider. She lifted Freya slightly, exposing her puckered, tight asshole fully.

Without warning, Emily spat—a thick glob of saliva landing directly on Freya’s asshole. Freya gasped, her body jerking in shock—"W-What—?!"—but before she could protest, Emily’s fingers were there.

One finger—then two—pushing inside, stretching her tight ring brutally. "Aaaaaah—! F-Fuck—!" Freya screamed, her back arching off the bed, her ass clenching around Emily’s fingers. "N-No—! It’s too much!"

But Emily didn’t stop.

I chuckled, my fingers joining Emily’s, circling Freya’s asshole, feeling the way it clenched around her fingers. "Sister Freya~..." I purred, my voice thick with amusement, "Looks like your asshole loves my fingers—..."

My thumb pressed inside, stretching her further, "Look how well it’s gripping them~..." My cock throbbed, aching to bury itself inside her tight ass.

"Aaaaaaaaah—..." Freya moaned, her voice thick with shame and pleasure, "Hmm—... Fuck—... Pull it out—..."* Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body trembling with overwhelm.

But Emily wasn’t done.

She added her index and middle finger, pushing them inside Freya’s asshole, fucking her hard. "Aaaaaah—! F-Fuck—!" Freya screamed, her back arching as Emily’s fingers stretched her ass, her voice raw with pleasure and pain.

Emily’s other hand moved to Freya’s clit, playing and rubbing it firmly. "Aaaaaah—! J-Jack—!" Freya whimpered, her body jerking as Emily fingered her ass and rubbed her clit at the same time. "I’m cumming—! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Fuck—! Aaaaaaaaah! Hmmmm—!"

And then—

Freya’s release was explosive—her juices gushing in hot, unrelenting streams across Emily’s face, drenching her in the raw evidence of her climax. A guttural cry tore from Freya’s throat, her body arching violently as Emily’s fingers worked her ass, relentlessly coaxing out every shuddering wave of pleasure.

Breathless and trembling, Freya collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. A slow, glistening trickle escaped her, pooling between her thighs and mingling with the slick mess already soaking the sheets. Her ass still clenched around Emily’s fingers, her skin flushed and dewy with the lingering heat of her orgasm.

Emily wiped her face with the back of her hand, her tongue flicking out to savor the salty tang of Freya’s release. Her fingers slid between her own thighs, teasing her clit with desperate circles—aching to grind herself against Freya’s still-pulsing pussy.

With a sharp

smack

, my palm connected with their soaked flesh. "Look at this naughty little pussy," I growled, "drenching everything—can’t get enough, can you?"

Freya’s breath came in ragged gasps, her voice dripping with a mix of faux outrage and breathless anticipation. "Oh, it’s all your fucking fault," she hissed, her hips twitching as if betraying her own words. "Who the hell gave you permission to—fuck—to even breathe near my asshole, you absolute menace?" Her fingers dug into the sheets, her thighs trembling as she tried—and failed—to sound convincing.

I didn’t waste a second. With a low chuckle, I wedged myself between her legs, the thick head of my cock slapping against her tight, glistening hole. The wet smack echoed in the room, and Freya’s body jerked forward with a shocked gasp. "Hmm—Jack!" she yelped, her voice cracking as she twisted to glare at me over her shoulder. "Don’t you fucking dare—oh, fuck—don’t even think about it, or I swear to god I’ll—"

Her threat dissolved into a moan as I did it again, this time harder. The sharp crack of my cock spanking her asshole filled the air, her flesh jiggling from the impact. Freya’s fingers flew back, trying to cover herself, but I grabbed her wrist and pinned it. "You’ll what?" I taunted, slapping her again, watching her squirm. "Gonna stop me, baby? Or are you just gonna take it like the greedy little slut you are?"

"Fuck you!" she snapped, but her voice was already thick with need, her ass pushing back despite her protests. "I hate this—I hate how good it feels when you—ah!—when you manhandle me like this!" Another sharp spank, and her words dissolved into a whimper. "God, you’re such a bastard—why does it have to feel so fucking good?"

I didn’t answer. I just spanked her again, harder this time, my cock leaving a red imprint on her trembling flesh. Freya’s breath hitched, her free hand clawing at the sheets as she arched her back, offering herself up even as she cursed me. "You’re insufferable," she groaned, "a fucking animal—ah!—but don’t you dare stop—"