Chapter 142
Zara gasped, her voice hoarse and, I could clearly tell, trembling with nothing but raw pleasure, “I… I love it… Rayla…”
She whimpered, her cheeks flushed crimson while I continued my movements, slow by a great degree, “I love it when… Jack… treats me so roughly… like this… When he chokes me… or slaps me… it feels amazing…”
Rayla’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the dignified noblewoman before her. She couldn’t even form words properly to say anything in return.
Well, not like anyone was waiting for her to say anything.
I was going to control this flow. So, without giving her the time to respond, I smiled and pushed Zara’s face back down in Rayla’s pussy, “See, mother? She likes it. And she wants more of it.”
I kept railing Zara’s cunt while increasing my speed as I said so, one hand firmly holding her head in Rayla’s pussy, and with the other, I began to slap her soft and heavenly ass again, timing it with the rhythm of my thrusts.
I made sure to put mana in my hands to make sure nothing but pleasure remains, even though signs of pain remain on her body, so that every slap could bring her nothing but pure ecstasy, while the red marks turn me on even more.
The fucking went on for a while before Zara came for the second time, until I thought it was time to switch.
I retracted my cock with a wet pop from Zara’s pussy while she was still cumming, uncorking a gush of wetness from her. I moved around to Rayla, “Would you stand for me, mother?”
Rayla obediently followed, no longer as shocked as before. I replaced her on the chair, Zara’s face between my legs, but I wasn’t going for some mouth action after the first class experience of a noble class pussy. I needed an equal, or even greater amount of pleasure on my dick, so…
“Come here, mother.”
I guided Rayla on my lap, facing me, impaling her slowly on my twitching cock. Rayla moaned softly as she sank down, her mature pussy stretching around me.
At the same time, I extended my hand behind Rayla and grabbed Zara by the top of her head, and positioned her behind Rayla, “Lick my mother’s butthole.”
I did so before I also used [Cleanse] on Rayla. I wasn’t into that freaky shit. This was not allowed, even if the woman was eating out my ass, which was also something I wasn’t into.
That’s just fucking disgusting. Don’t know why people do that.
Zara obeyed instantly, and she didn’t even need any guidance on what to do except for that vague command.
She spread Rayla’s ass cheeks and began to lick her tight asshole with long, wet strokes, while I fucked Rayla’s pussy with deep, steady thrusts.
Rayla gasped, her hands clutched my shoulders as pleasure assaulted her both holes. Nothing wanting to leave the third hole out, I kissed her lips, and she responded with her tongue as I taught her to do so, and soon she was cumming, squirting on my dick and probably on Zara’s face, which sadly I couldn’t see.
I could feel Zara’s breath on my dick, though, which meant she was still diligently licking Rayla’s anus.
I stopped kissing Rayla, letting her breathe in the air I had deprived her of for a few seconds, and before her mind could fully shake away the cloudiness, I whispered near her ear, “See, mother? Zara enjoys all this. Just look at how she enjoys licking your butthole.”
Zara moaned from below, as if telling Zara that I was right. I smirked and said in a loud voice, “Probe deeper, Zara. Invade my mother’s butthole.”
Zara moaned once again and complied, as proven by Rayla sucking in her breath sharply. Zara’s tongue must have rimmed past Rayla’s asshole, and it wasn’t helping her much that I started moving also.
Rayla’s breathing grew ragged, her heavy breasts bouncing against my chest with every thrust from below.
After several thrusts, I slowed my pace inside Rayla and let her catch her breath before I looked at her with a smile.
A wicked smile.
“Now, it’s your turn, mother.” I softly whispered in Rayla’s ear, like a devil tempting her, “When we’re alone, or when you and Zara are alone, I want you to treat her the same way as I do. Grab her hair, slap her buttocks, choke her if you want. I want you to treat her not like a noblewoman she is, but like the way she desires. Can you do that, mother?”
Rayla’s shock grew higher with each word that fell in her ear, but I could see it. The flicker in her eyes. The flicker of temptation.
Before she could convince herself otherwise, I resumed my movement inside of her to cloud my judgement, and while the iron was hot, I struck, “Go on now, mother. Order her to lick deeper.”
A flicker of hesitation passed through Rayla’s eyes. No, it didn’t pass. It settled there, and for quite some time. Had I not been pounding her from below, she would have made up her mind to refuse me. But her judgment was cloudy at the moment, and it wasn’t long before her mind couldn’t keep up with the pleasure to rationalize anything.
Her arm reached behind her, her hand going for Zara’s hair, tangling her fingers gently in Zara’s exquisite black curls, and pulled her face harder against her asshole.
“De-deeper, La-Zara…” Rayla said, stuttering many times, even though she said only two words. But her confidence soon rose when she felt Zara going deeper and deeper inside her anus, making her feel even better even though pain from her asshole probing also came along with it, “L-lick my b-butthole properly, L-Zara.”
Zara’s reply came as another loud moan as she pushed her tongue deeper into Rayla’s asshole, producing slight wet sounds. Rayla’s grip tightened in Zara’s hair as she began to rock her hips, grinding her pussy against me and her ass against the noble milf’s face while I fucked her with steady, deep strokes.
I couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction. I soon pulled out of Rayla’s amazing and soft pussy with a wet sound and once again moved behind Zara. I gripped her hips, yanking her ass higher, until her pussy was lined up against my dick and she was on all fours, and slammed my dick into her folds in one thrust.
Zara cried into Rayla’s ass, the sound muffled as her tongue was inside Rayla’s anus, and Rayla’s big ass blocked the rest.
Rayla also assumed her original position by turning around, settling her hips on the chair, and teetering her hips off the chair so Zara could continue to service her ass.
Rayla watched with wide eyes. Saw how deep and rough I fucked Zara and how she diligently ate her ass. Feeling and seeing with your eyes was different.
“She really… does like it…” Rayla whispered.
It was as if something had finally made sense to her. The surprise in her voice was a lot less than before, and after seeing it with her eyes, the realization on her face was enough to make her believe me.
Then, out of nowhere, she slapped Zara on her face as she was eating her. It wasn’t a sharp or a loud slap. It was like a small slap on the wrist of a child who you didn’t want to hit, but just had to hit him lightly to show that there could be consequences.
It was very mild, to say the least. But it was still something. And Zara’s moaning in return only affirmed it even more.
I kept railing Zara’s cunt from behind, even through the shock of the slap just now, while Rayla continued to push Zara’s head deeper into her anus, occasionally slapping her left cheek slightly, making Zara’s body shake between both of us. It was more like a love tap.
After a few minutes, when Zara came, I pulled out of her again, and pulled her out of my mother’s anus too. I carried her to the bed, gently like a princess, but the way I threw her on the bed was anything but gentle. I then called Rayla, “Come here, mother.”
Rayla did so, getting up, her legs shaking a bit from the constant pleasure, but she made her way to us. I guided her to lie down on top of Zara, asking her to position herself on top of Zara on all fours in a sixty-nine position.
“Now, lick each other,” I commanded, and requested at the same time. A command for Zara, and a request for Raya.
Both obeyed.
Rayla lowered her already dripping pussy onto Zara’s mouth while she buried her face between Zara’s thighs, licking and sucking the noblewoman’s pussy and clit with growing enthusiasm.
My cock couldn’t help but twitch. And I would be damned if I stayed out of this action.
