MC Bookstore Chapter 283- Both Women Taken Together
Chapter 283- Both Women Taken Together
He fucked them for an hour.
The full hour.
Not with the frantic energy of a man racing toward a finish — with the measured, devastating patience of a man who knew exactly how long bodies could be kept on the edge before they stopped begging for release and started simply existing inside it.
Alternating.
Always alternating.
His cock moving from Sugar to Nano and back with the efficient rotation of a man distributing attention evenly, never favoring one long enough for the other to cool — both pussies staying slick and swollen and clenching, both women’s minds dissolving past the point of coherent thought into the simple, helpless experience of being perpetually, relentlessly filled and emptied.
Nano lost count of her own orgasms somewhere in the middle.
’The third one,’ she thought dimly, ’or the fourth— I don’t know— my pussy keeps— it keeps coming without me deciding to— my body is doing it on its own now— his cock knows my walls better than I do—’
Sugar stopped hating him at some point.
Not forgave. Not forgot. Simply stopped having enough mental bandwidth to maintain it while her cunt was being used this thoroughly. The hatred was still there — she could feel its shape — but it kept getting pushed out of reach by the next thrust, the next withdrawal, the next re-entry that her body greeted with the same frantic, grasping clench every single time.
PAH PAH PAAAH—
"HAAIYAANGH~!!" — Nano.
Pah PAAAH Pah—
"NIEENGHHT~!! OUNGH~!!" — Sugar.
Their sounds filling the lab.
Bouncing off the walls and the ceiling and the equipment trays and the chip-packet-strewn floor and coming back to them in overlapping echoes of their own broken voices — proof, if they needed it, of how long this had been happening.
Their nipples, pinched and kissed and pulled over the course of the hour, ached in a deep, radiating way that had moved past pain into something that registered directly in the walls of their pussies.
Their hips bruised where he had gripped them.
Their thighs soaked where they had leaked against each other.
He came in Nano first.
He had chosen. He had been deliberate about it. He drove into her small, tight cunt with three long, grinding strokes — her petite body taking each one with a full-frame shudder, her stiff little nipples scraping against his chest — and he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there.
Nano felt it before she understood it.
The heat.
The pulsing.
The deep, interior flood of something thick and warm filling her with the specific, terrifying intimacy of a man’s seed being deposited directly against her cervix.
"HNGHHH~!! W-what— INSIDE?!—"
Her stomach cramped with the sensation.
Her walls clutched around him in helpless, convulsing waves.
He looked down at her ruined face.
Her ahegao expression — blown pupils, tongue pressed to the corner of her swollen lips, tears still running, cum from earlier still dried in streaks across her cheeks.
"I want healthy babies," he said.
His voice carrying the flat, genuine sincerity of a man stating a preference.
Nano’s face collapsed.
The sound that came out of her wasn’t a moan.
It was a sob.
Full-body. Her small tits pressed together as her shoulders came inward, her hands coming up to cover her face.
"NO—" Her voice broke. "You CAN’T— I’m not— I’m not READY—"
He pulled out of her.
Moved.
Entered Sugar.
Sugar took him with her jaw set.
She was not going to give him the satisfaction.
Her cunt gave her away immediately — the practiced, greedy walls closing around him the moment he entered with the desperate, rhythmic clenching of a body that had been waiting for him to come back.
He fucked her.
Three strokes.
The full length of him driving into Sugar’s sleeker, longer body — her larger tits swinging with every impact, the heavy undersides leaving red marks where they slapped her own ribs.
Then he filled her too.
She felt every pulse.
The heat spreading inside her in slow, intimate waves.
And then she heard the same words.
"Healthy babies."
Sugar’s composure shattered completely.
The tear that ran down her face was the first real one she had allowed herself in hours.
"You—" Her voice was thin. "You bastard—" But the sob that followed had no anger in it. Just the raw, shaking release of a woman who had been held at the edge too long and had finally, in the worst possible moment, arrived somewhere that felt permanent. "I’m not— I’m not your— I don’t want—"
Her body clenched around him as it said the opposite.
He hugged them.
Both.
His arms gathering both women against his chest — their cum-streaked faces pressing against his shoulders, their stiff nipples dragging against his skin as he pulled them together, their breasts mashing against his chest and against each other in the press of the embrace.
Nano cried into his neck.
Small, hitching sobs. Her petite body shaking. Her arms coming around him despite herself, her fingers gripping the back of his shoulder with the clinging urgency of a woman who had just had her body rearranged and was not sure what to do with what remained.
Sugar cried into his other shoulder.
Quietly. With the controlled, humiliated composure of a woman who had spent years not crying in front of anyone and was failing now, her shoulders hitching, her larger body pressed against his side with the same involuntary, seeking press as Nano’s.
Both of them hated each other.
Both of them were aware the other was there.
Both of them kept their faces turned toward him.
He held them.
His hands moving across their backs with the unhurried, comfortable touch of a man entirely at ease with the situation.
Their breathing slowed.
The sobs eased.
The lab went quiet except for the sound of three people breathing — his slow and even, theirs still ragged and wet — and the occasional drip of combined fluids hitting the already destroyed bed surface.
Nano’s eyes glazed.
Sugar’s glazed.
Both of them staring at the middle distance with the specific, blown-pupil expression of women who had been fucked for a full hour and then seeded and then held — the ahegao still present in the soft parting of their lips, the slight upward roll of their irises, the tongues pressing lazily against their lower lips.
Used.
Kept.
His.
"Now—"
His voice.
Both women tightened immediately.
The Pavlovian response. Every muscle in both their bodies contracting at the sound of that specific vocal register.
"I want to taste your anals."
The sentence landed in the quiet like a stone into water.
Nano’s head came up.
"No." The word came out before she could stop it. "No. No, no— please— I can’t— please, not yet— I just—"
"Please—" Sugar’s voice overlapped, still wet. "Not— not tonight— we just— you already—" A shaking breath. "Please. I’m begging you."
Both of them begging.
Simultaneously.
In real, unperformed terror.
Because both of them remembered.
The memory hit them in the same wave.
Past life.
Him.
What he had done to their bodies back then — the systematic, thorough, unhurried claiming of every part of them until there was no part left that wasn’t his. The specific devastation he had visited on their anals with the same patient, deliberate methodology he applied to everything else.
Two days.
Neither of them had been able to walk properly for two days after.
The memory of the burning stretch. The fullness. The way he had held their hips and refused to slow and talked to them the entire time in that same flat, satisfied voice he used now.
Nano’s thighs pressed together.
Sugar’s hands came up.
"I remember—" Nano’s voice cracked. "I remember last time— I remember I couldn’t— for two whole days I couldn’t—"