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The Interrogation 4 (Chapter 14)
🕑 Added 2024-10-24 12:00:01 +0000 UTCLogan, however, didn’t falter, while Angelina, hitting the first real snag in her impromptu semi-drunken plan since hitting the boardwalk to hunt her prey, hid a wince of surprise, and kept right on trying to drown the boys in a come-hither aura of winks and lip-lappings. She swung her shoulders a little faster, recapturing the cronies’ focus, but Logan, the ultimate prize, wasn’t giving in. Here she was, a mere triple-blowjob and post-cum milk refreshment offering away from reducing the last three idiotic bastards down to the bloodied nubbins they deserved to be, and yet she couldn’t close the deal.
Maybe this top-dog frat boy was a worthier target than she’d given him credit for. It had been a long time since Angelina had encountered a young man who could let his desires descend for such a lengthy unblinking tour between her gelatinous girls, and still snap out of the trance when he was done, without any apparent urge to submit however necessary, including becoming the woman’s one-time-use sex mannequin, all for a shot at wrestling with the vivacious playground of those distended planets.
“Logan, are you kidding? She… wants us to treat her like a slut!” Kyle whispered.
“Worse than that! She’s into people doing shit to her that she doesn’t want. Anything. Like, JACKPOT, man!” Chad insisted.
“They’re right, you know,” Angelina purred in an enchanting whisper to Logan, the equivalent of pushing a mountain of poker chips to the center of a table. “Anything…”
She shifted onto her elbows now and knitted slender fingers together beneath her chin, batting her eyelashes and pouting. This was more salesmanship than she expected to need, but Angelina had two yes-votes already; all she needed was the ringleader to give up his pride and go to town, so she could return the favor. He was so close she could practically taste him, could vividly imagine the sensation of his buff shape diminished to nothing but a panicked silhouette fighting against an infinite sea of tit meat until he surrendered. She might even choose to wear his shrunken corpse pinched in there for a while as a trophy. Bagging this one was going to be a victory too sweet to forget.
“Anything, huh? Well, here’s the thing. I’ve got no clue where that big mouth has been, and by the way you’re talking, and from how old you look, you’ve eaten every dick on the coast. So, yeah, not really feelin’ fucking your mouth, as much fun as it would be to make you shut up. But, there is something else I’d much rather fuck on you, and no, it’s definitely not whatever kind of hair-pie you have happening in that thong. No, I’m gonna see what those freak-bags feel like around my cock. Guys? Try and help her relax for me.”
Angelina frowned, on the verge of protesting, but such was her surprise at Logan’s audacity for the second time today, she found herself wordless, even practically-sober as she’d become since her colada binge. The boy really was a one-of-a-kind piece of arrogant youthful shit. With every word he spoke, it was like fattening up a juicy calf for the eventual slaughter, and Angelina was all but salivating now to think of ending him, only she’d be the one acting the cow in the ritual of Logan’s undoing.
In the span of that pause when Angelina might’ve offered a zinger to commence the asshole’s downfall, however, her chance was lost again when, to the woman’s astonishment, both Chad and Kyle leapt into action, just as their leader had commanded. Each boy grabbed one of her arms and forced her back toward the headboard. The frightfully-loyal fratsters restrained Angelina so roughly, her tits bounced up and into her face like bulbous crash-test dummies when she was slammed onto the pillows, nearly concussing their victim from the impact of obese mass rebounding off her features.
So taken aback, and a tad stunned by the force of her own chest pudge-flopping into her head, Angelina could only crudely blather while vaguely aware that Logan had taken hold of her thong and pulled it down her thighs hard enough to leave a rug-burn, rendering her naked on the bed and still strong-armed by the two boys she thought for sure were already wrapped around her little finger, but whose devotion to their Alpha had proven unshakeable despite his abuses. Utterly alarmed, and experiencing enough rabid fury in her veins to start foaming at the mouth if she didn’t swallow, the woman quelled her vengeful heart just enough to keep her cool for now.
When her balloon boobs ceased undulating, settling back into patty-shape over her torso well enough to see beyond, Angelina watched, rather helplessly, as Logan ripped off his trunks and leapt knees-first onto the end of the bed between her feet. Even before he’d started pumping it, which he did immediately while gauging her reaction, it was an impressive tool he was working with, ironically a dick that the notorious vixen would’ve happily played with in and outside of her body for a whole evening before at last growing tired of the college kid’s idiocy and flushing his diminished post-orgasm shape down the toilet.
Instead, as that telephone pole cock advanced, Angelina felt only a deep and abiding yearning to treat it like salami in a butcher shop in need of portioning. That, of course, would’ve been too simple a disposal method for this guy, though. The closer he crawled to the immobilized woman, his hard-on swinging and already tipped with pre-emptive excitement despite his bad attitude, the more at a loss she felt, regretful that she’d attempted to take out her final three targets so brazenly. This wasn’t her way, Angelina thought bitterly to herself, but still she’d tried. Though practically sober, it seemed whatever final quantity of pineapple liquor still flowed in her veins had inspired her to take a louder and more entertaining gamble, and now she was going to pay for it in shame: not for the upcoming molestation activity, which was more of an irritation than anything, but disappointment in herself for now being outwitted twice in one day by an overconfident nitwit.
Logan splayed his hands atop the mysterious milf’s tits and pressed, even shifting most of his upper body weight down and using her spongy plumped-up chest pads for support. Licking his lips, he kneaded her nipples as far as they would stretch in every compass direction. All the throughout, he kept studying her face, waiting for a reaction: a shriek, if not a panic attack, yet saw nothing but stoic stone.
“I guess you weren’t kidding about wanting to be a whore. Fuck, that’s nasty,” the Alpha snorted. “I’ll still enjoy this, though. I mean, these things are pretty gross-looking, but I have to give you credit at least, because they do feel like the perfect things to fuck. That’s a compliment, ya know.”
His biceps clenched as he worked to pry apart those rotund semi-melted orbs like wilted watermelons, until pale surplus flesh was puffing between his fingers in a bid to spring back to its natural distended state. Once he’d cleared a path down the center of Angelina’s ultra-deep cleavage, Logan wasted no time in straddling her abdomen and pushing his hips forward until his primed erection was resting balls-deep in the flab trench. All he had to do, then, was release his grip and the twins magnetized back together with a rollicking bounce, cellulite rippling like sound waves, with the frat king’s cock inserted fully in their sweaty, blobby embrace.
“Wow, those things really are huge…” Chad uttered in wonder, as if witnessing a birth.
“Hey, dude, is this the first chick who could actually fit all of your thing inside?” Kyle joked.
“Shut up, and don’t look at my dick,” Logan ordered.
