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We Bought A Harem 7
🕑 Added 2025-04-05 23:00:25 +0000 UTCBut Paloma wouldn’t be denied. “Look around, Tim. Look at all the girls getting fucked. At all the willing girls who are coming right now because of your friends. Don’t you want to help them make us come?”
How could Tim stop looking at her pussy, not remember that its wetness and writhing was from how she’d touched herself—how he could touch her. Her words were hypnotic. He had to listen. When he looked away, all he took in was the debauchery around him.
Seeing it, his prick stiffened. His eyes darted about with every jolt of hardness it gave. He saw a Scout jerking himself off over two women, sixty-nining. One of them was evidently climaxing; her ass wiggling uncontrollably in the air.
The Scout came, thick blobs of semen flying from him, coating the orgasmic woman’s back. The woman beneath her came with them, a shattering release powering her scream and making it rise above all the other pleasured cries filling the space. Tim’s erection was throbbing potently.
“Good… that’s very good… that’s beautiful.” Paloma’s head dropped low and once more he was in her mouth, feeling her tongue all over his cockhead, even dipping into the glanshole for a small taste of precum.
Her mouth came off him only slowly, hanging open even after she broke contact, the pink of her tongue seemingly the same shade as her flaring vulva.
“There. Now you can go again. So do you want me to swallow some more of you wanna try to make me happy?”
***
Sandwiched between two toned bodies, Priya squirmed. Both the cocks inside her enjoyed how she moved around them. Kon’s foreskin moved back and forth between her wiggling thighs. Bart’s cock, lying between her buttocks, felt their caress shimmy all around it.
Priya rolled onto her back, freeing them both, and now they had something new to play with. Kon took her left nipple between his lips and Bart mouthed her right nipple. Bart rested his hand on her thatch of pubic hair and Kon reached under her hips to grab a handful of flesh like rich cream.
Caught between sheer masculine strength and the epitome of boyish curiosity, Priya was experiencing a sensual awakening she’d never encountered before. She reached down and took their cocks in either hand. Both were throbbing harshly.
“I never thought of this as a team sport before,” she said. “Usually, us girls are the ones who have to share…”
For once, Bart and Kon were quiet, voicing only the slurps and smacks of their mouthing. Kon brushed his tongue lavishly over her erect nipple, while Bart stuffed as much of her plump breast into his mouth as would fit.
Bart didn’t want to compete with Kon. He wanted something of his own. He slid down Priya’s body and the closest her got to her simmering pussy, the more of a temptation it was. In a heartbeat, he gave in, dropping between her legs and kissing her sex.
Nuzzling his face in her carpet of glossy curls, his tongue sought a way into her. It wasn’t hard to find. He followed the trail of leaking cream and arrived at her opening, parting it with gentle strokes of his tongue.
Kon didn’t mind being left alone with Priya’s breasts. He buried his face between them, hands groping what wasn’t touching his cheek. Then he climbed up to mount Priya, straddling her chest with his cock in the warm valley all his licking had lubricated.
While Bart ate Priya out, he saw what Kon was doing. It would never occur to him to try that himself, but now that he saw it, he knew he had to give it a shot.
Kon squeezed Priya’s breasts together on his cock and worked it slowly between them. Priya grabbed his ass, happy to feel supple flesh herself. Bart felt lonely down between her thighs, but he didn’t mind too much. With his tongue tasting the delicious flow of her aroused sex, he could stand some isolation.
Priya liked feeling Kon’s member throb between her breasts, but the musk soon enchanted her—she wanted to know what it tasted like as well as how it smelled. She eased Kon higher up her torso.
“Let me suck,” she breathed, with a flushed smile designed to make him see how passionate her lips could be.
Kon haplessly gave his cock to her mouth. He sat on her full breasts to do so, balls resting in the hollow of her throat. Priya let the cockhead twitch against her lips while she ran her tongue underneath his shaft and all the way to his seeping glans.
His cock jerked desperately. Priya stuffed a cushion under her head, letting it hold her up so she could focus only on the maleness now perfectly aligned with her mouth. Kon thrust his hips forward, feeding himself into Priya’s lips. She purred with the pleasure that raced through her body at capturing him.
Priya felt very fortunate, having so much to suck on. She wondered if Kon could still fuck her hard after they’d both enjoyed a nice blowjob. Then she remembered that, with Bart there, it didn’t matter one way or the other. In either case, she was getting fucked.
***
Greta phased into the cave, expecting only to find the boys engaged in a silly argument (if Tim were there) or doing something stupid (if Tim weren’t there). Instead, she found a girl—nineteen years old at the most, her skin so creamy that it was milk white, unblemished all the way to the valentine-pink lips that were wrapped around a mouthful of prick.
The prick belonged to one of Bart’s scouts and a line of scouts waited behind the first to enjoy Snow White next. Her pussy was sloppy with however many scouts had already reached the front of the line. And there were plenty more elsewhere, performing other acts with other women—all of them scantily-clad, supremely beautiful, and endlessly willing.
If nothing else was clear, it was obvious to Greta that something had to be done about this surplus of scouts before the cave overflowed… all they needed was for the Justice League to find out about this! Trying her best to ignore the never-ending daisy chain she seemed to be flying over—every heaving body joined to the next by a mouth or sexual organ, each scout bringing a girl off and each girl getting off a scout—Greta finally came to the original Bart and possessed him so fast that it knocked him across the room.
Greta sat up in Bart’s body. She’d landed on a bed. There was a girl in the bed with her. The girl’s long black hair flooded her back and shoulders as her head bobbed up and down. She was sucking on Tim, who stood in front of her, his clever hands now positively inarticulate on top of her head. From the expression on his face, he was enjoying the ignoble act far more than Greta would’ve ever expected.
“Paloma…!” he moaned with a strain in his voice Greta wouldn’t have expected if he were lifting a thousand pounds.
With a gasp, Greta suddenly realized she had an erection—Bart’s erection. She looked at it, then she looked at the girl, and saw the girl’s eyes slanted to her, slender thighs parting. She winked at Greta, clearly not adverse to sharing.
Greta did not think anyone involved would favor her helping the girl do to Tim what was already happening; not in Bart’s body. But she had to admit, it was sexy what the girl alone was doing, even though Tim should’ve been the only one to draw her interest. And if she was going to stay in Bart’s body, she needed to do something about this hard-on…
She got down on her hands and knees and crawled between Tim’s akimbo legs, bringing her face up to Paloma’s vividly wet sex. She could see the clitoris, like and yet so unlike her own, protruding boldly out and glistening like the rest of her pussy. Brazenly, Paloma opened herself as far as she could, silently urging Greta to do… something.
Greta pressed her thumb into the clitoris. It quaked, whitening from having pressure on it. Greta’s middle finger searched out the way inside of Paloma, tickling it at first, then easing in only a little.
Paloma raised her legs an inch or so, making her clit rub against Greta’s hand. She started moaning, the sound distended by Tim’s thick manhood.
“Lick me! Lick my pussy! Lick it deep while I get my fill from this big dick!”
With Tim standing above, getting blown by Paloma, Greta shoved her tongue into the tight slit, penetrating the pink flesh with a reaction Greta could only hope she’d discover for herself soon. Paloma sighed and stuffed herself too far down on Tim’s erection to be heard any further. Her ass wiggled on the bed, pumping herself against Greta’s chin. Greta soon found her and Bart’s face coated with how turned on Paloma was.
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