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Rocky 4
🕑 Added 2024-01-13 02:00:01 +0000 UTCLara probably could’ve gone a much subtler route than bending over the pedestal and taking that big dick into her mouth, but she was still turned on from Sheena’s performance and she didn’t want to waste that fine feeling. Masturbation would only disappoint at this stage. But doing this curiously appealed to her.
Besides, so long as she did figure out the trick to the statue… it wasn’t as if anyone were around to see her act so depraved. Except for her new friend Rocky, of course, and he wasn’t talking.
She immersed herself in the autoerotic joy of moving her tongue and lips over the smooth stone of the phallus—the sculpting was done incredibly artfully—but for its texture, the thing could’ve been alive! And Lara liked that thought.
“Ohh, Rocky.” She took the cock out of her mouth and looked at it, wide-eyed. Was it bigger than it had been before? Why not? That too was a lovely thought, a pleasing thought… “Your prick likes what I’m doing to it, lover, I can tell. It’s all hard and excited. I can feel it throbbing in my hand. Or maybe that’s just my heartbeat. It’s racing fast enough, I shouldn’t be surprised if I shake you down to your foundations.”
Again she pursed her lips and kissed the wet tip of his dick. Now knowing that it was her own wetness gracing that enormous knob.
“Mmmm… hope you don’t mind me having my wicked way with you. If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
It truly aroused Lara to pretend she really was fellating some well-endowed male. With a frenzy that shocked herself, Lara bobbed her head up and down on that stonily turgid erection. She slashed her tongue over the underside of the phallus, where chiseled veins seemed to seek out her licks. And she closed her lips tight around the collar that separated glans from shaft, sucking and licking and mewling like a nymphomaniac who’d repressed her needs for far too long.
“Ohhh, Lara!” she heard, or thought she heard—she knew that was the sort of thing a bloke would say when she was going after him this hard. “Bloody hell, it feels astounding!”
I really am a slattern, she thought, feeling how the core of her clenched at this imagined response; just the thought of it turning her on incredibly. But why shouldn’t I be? It’s a glorified lawn ornament… hardly the sort to go to the press.
“MMMMM!” she mewled, getting off on what she was doing as her mouth tripped up and down. It had to increase the pleasure for her lover to hear how much she enjoyed mouthing his cock. Then Lara realized what she’d just thought and almost laughed—only her mouth was full.
She reached down between Rocky’s thighs and grasped his balls. Caressing them at first, then leaning down to mouth their rounded fullness. Rocky didn’t just feel like stone, he felt like a living body gone rigid with excitement. His hardness an organic response to how her tongue traipsed over the hairy wrinkles of his scrotum.
It’s incredible, isn’t it, love? she thought, halfway imagining how Rocky would answer if only he and his awe-inspiring cock were real. Yes, you’ve got it nice and hard for me, now keep it that way. Let me suck. Oh, I want to suck it all…
Excited by his ‘reaction’ to her blowjob, Lara pumped her head more urgently over Rocky’s swollen phallus. His testes felt hot and overfull against her fingertips. They held what she wanted—thick cum she needed inside of her. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to feel its heat burst in her mouth and then travel down her swallowing throat.
Like a maniac—or a well-paid whore—she labored to get that eruption she was half-sure was really in the offing. Lara concentrated all her energies on getting what she wanted, needed.
Come for me, come in my mouth, I’ve taken all that darling cock, now give me all your delicious cum! she demanded inwardly.
Suddenly the statue was alive, moving, his cock jerking passionately up into her mouth. Hands gripped her disheveled hair and forced her up and down. Again and again, Lara took that living prick into her gullet whether she wanted it or not.
Then: “Yes, cowodi, embrace it! Embrace it with your throat, with your belly! He feeds you now! Feast on the pleasure you’ve given him! Dhakka!”
***
Sheena’s face contorted with the agony of being denied her lover’s emission, even if another got to enjoy it. As always, there was a close link between pain and pleasure.
She slammed Lara’s head down and brought it back up, only to shove it down on the phallus again. With the way he gushed, she could almost feel the seed shooting out to fill Lara’s mouth.
Then she simply held Lara down on it. Crouching herself to see how the Tomb Raider was accepting what was given her.
***
Lara mouthed the phallus like a hungry animal, obviously starving for every last drop that was fed to her.
“Mmmm,” Lara moaned, licking the statue clean. She couldn’t remember enjoying giving head this much for a long, long time. She lay her head on Rocky’s thigh, letting the water falling from his member wash over her face. It felt good. As good as it had tasted. Like sugar water, only without the tooth-rotting aftertaste… she couldn’t describe it or explain it… she just knew that it was good and it was hers.
“Was that really necessary?” she asked Sheena. “I daresay he wasn’t voicing any complaints.”
“You don’t listen,” Sheena told her firmly. “He wanted more.”
“Don’t they all?” Taking a fortified test tube from a pouch on her belt, Lara collected some of the liquid trailing down Rocky’s well-lubricated dick. Safe to say her own ejaculate had been washed away by now. Otherwise, she’d have quite a lot of explaining to do to her science team.
“He still wishes more.” Sheena pouted. “You are new. Exotic. British. He is not displeased by your performance, but he is not sated either.”
“Charming,” Lara said, capping the vial and tucking it away. “But tell him that like any good entertainer, I always leave my audience wanting more. And if he’d like a repeat performance, he’s welcome to send the usual: flowers, chocolates, military-grade weaponry…”
“He is not sated,” Sheena repeated, as though Lara were not grasping some obvious statement, such as dark clouds meaning rain or the setting sun heralding night.
“He’s all yours,” Lara told her, patting Rocky’s formidable chest. “Feel free to sate him all by yourself; I don’t do relationships and I prefer watercolors over sculpture.”
She turned to leave, but the next step she took brought a sharp pain in her scalp. Someone was holding onto her ponytail and holding on tight.
“Sheena, take your hands off—” She spun to see Sheena standing there, both hands in view and both hands empty. She didn’t have one finger on Lara’s person. Yet the pressure remained.
Like Frankenstein’s monster, Rocky sat upright, one stone hand outstretched to collect Lara by her hair. And that hand withdrew, reeling Lara in by her own ponytail.
“Of all the dates to get clingy!” Lara quipped through her speeding fright, drawing a knife from her belt and cutting away the captured follicles in a flash.
She rolled away and came to her feet, running for the forest. She made it several yards before Rocky caught her.
Impossibly hard hands somehow moved, ripping her tanktop into shreds. Her bra, too, was caught and ripped away. She was stripped to the waist, but Rocky didn’t savor his victory. Already he’d moved onto her shorts, pulling them away from Lara’s body to get at her sex.
She tried to fight him off, but how could flesh combat solid stone? How could it want to, when it had known the pleasure Rocky had already shown her, seen the ecstasy Sheena had been brought to.
And he hadn’t even been trying then. She’d gotten the sculpted bastard to apply himself. Lara felt the oddest sense of pride; one more way mind and body for betraying her. It was wrong for someone to do this to her against her will… somehow equally wrong for her to give into it.
Yet Lara wanted to experience the massive prick she’d taken into her throat. She wanted it to own her pussy the same way, filling it, making her feel all Sheena had felt that’d had her screaming and writhing and coming like a bitch in heat.
“Cowodi whore! You put out for even a stone cock, don’t you? Well, now you’ll find out what worshipping a god truly means!” Sheena sounded as much pleased as jealous. Lara guessed she didn’t rate Rocky’s attention as often as she liked.
Lucky girl, really—Rocky was endowed well enough to split her in two. Not that Lara would switch places with her. No, Rocky was all hers.
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Shendude
Well. That was unexpected.
