Chapter 276 - 275: Time to enjoy the cold water..

Chapter 276: Chapter 275: Time to enjoy the cold water..

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngh! Ahn! Ah! *Huff... huff...*" Her voice dissolved into a blend of ecstatic moans and incoherent words.

"What are you trying to say, my dear Arielle? Tell me! Hup! Hup!" His movements were fast and relentless, driving deep until his heavy thrusts buried his length fully inside her, his body impacting hard against her soft curves.

"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Ahn... yes... ah... ahn..." She was drooling, her toes curling tightly as her core continued to throb around him.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust

’Argh... so tight... fuck, this pussy wants me to cum fast!’ Owen tightened his grip around her neck, shoving himself deeper with every passing second.

She wanted to be choked hard? Well, it was his duty to deliver with absolute force.

"Eut!! Eut... eut... ahn... ahn... ahm..." Arielle hovered right on the precipice of squirting.

"Hup! Do you want me to remove the swimsuit gag from your mouth, my dear Arielle?" His hand tightened around her throat, holding her just enough to push her over the edge.

"Eut... eut..." She shook her head in refusal. She wanted more—yes, so much more. She was becoming completely addicted to being blindfolded and driven wild, choked while her movements were entirely restricted.

"Hup! Hup! You really are a pervert... Eheh, I guess I have no choice now." He drove his hips faster. The remnants of his previous release had already turned to a thick cream, swirling and mixing with her sweet love juices.

"Argh! This is so fucking good... Ohh, I’m cumming!" Owen tightened his chokehold, plunging deep for a direct creampie.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

"Ngh! Ahn... ahn... ahn..." Arielle climaxed in tandem with him, her body shuddering wildly.

A thick torrent gushed deep inside, finding its way toward her womb and flooding every corner with his seed. Arielle was already carrying a child inside her, yet she couldn’t stop herself from craving more of him.

Splurt...

"Hoo... Fuck, that was so tight... That was a damn good cum." He wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing heavily. It was so intense he felt like he could never truly get enough.

"Pwah... ahn... ahn... ahn..." Arielle gasped for air the moment he released her neck and pulled the fabric from her mouth.

"That was so damn good, Arielle." Owen worked a few fingers back into her entrance, causing even more of his mess to spill out over the sheets.

"Ahn... ah... ah... yes... I’m so... happy... eheh..." she murmured in an addicted daze. If he were to remove her blindfold, he would see her sparkling eyes gleaming with total devotion.

"How about we move on to the next round?" He shifted his weight, pulling her up by the hips and lifting her rear into the air. It was time for doggy style.

"Ngh... ah... ahn... yes... please fuck me... again..." She sank willingly into his frame, eagerly awaiting his touch.

"How could I ever reject an offer like that? Let’s see if your asshole needs some discipline, too." He glanced outside the opening of the tent and spotted three familiar silhouettes waiting nearby.

"You don’t all have to be so shy out there. Why don’t you come over here and join us?" He pulled the tent flap wide open, exposing everything happening inside.

"We won’t all fit in there..."

"Yes, but I want to so badly..."

"We can just squeeze our bodies together..."

"Get in here... We still have a long day ahead of us. Let’s keep fucking!" Owen declared, completely unbothered by the cramped space. It didn’t matter as long as they could go at it like beasts.

***

A few hours passed, and quiet finally settled over the campsite.

Owen stretched his limbs, looking up at the bright, open sky. It had been an incredible pounding session, and all four women had gotten exactly what they craved. He felt a surge of pride and satisfaction as he surveyed the scene.

"I’m sure Father will be coming home soon. I can’t wait to see the look on his face... Keke..." He glanced over at the sprawled-out MILFs, their bodies utterly spent, pussies overflowing with cum, and faces flushed with blissful addiction. It was pure ecstasy. He loved the power he held over them, the way they looked at him with a mixture of lust and submission.

"Time to enjoy the cold water..." He stepped outside, taking his time to go for a refreshing swim while the four of them rested. He could feel the cool breeze on his skin and the warmth of the sun on his back. It was a perfect contrast to the heat of the tent. He knew he was taking a risk, but that was part of the thrill. He was far from finished with them.

***

Afterward, Owen and the four women transitioned into pure relaxation. They woke up after a solid two-hour nap, fully regaining their energy and strength. They spent some time talking softly, sharing a sense of intimacy that only comes from such intense physical connection.

The five of them ate a hearty meal together, completely uncaring of the outside world. The food tasted better than usual, amplified by the satisfaction of their shared desires. Even Morenne and Pamela gave no thought to their own husbands—what was the point of worrying about them when Owen had already claimed them and planted his seeds long ago? The bond they shared with Owen felt more real and urgent than anything they had with their spouses.

After finishing a lavish lunch, they played a casual game of volleyball to pass the time. They laughed and teased each other, the atmosphere light and playful. However, there was an underlying tension, a knowledge of what was to come. Naturally, the winners received the ultimate reward of getting fucked hard. The competition was fierce, not because they wanted to win, but because they all wanted the reward.

Everything went smoothly right up until the sun began to set. The sky turned a deep shade of purple and orange, casting long shadows across the landscape. It was finally time for them to pack up and head back home, bringing an end to an unforgettable outing by the lake.

"Hoh... that was absolute perfection..." Owen sank back into the sofa at home. He felt a deep sense of accomplishment. He had already established direct contact with the other two during the trip, cementing a deeper bond with both Stella and Pamela. He had successfully integrated them into his world of pleasure.

"Ahn... I feel so spent... I can barely move my body... hehe..." Arielle collapsed onto his chest, resting comfortably against him in his bedroom. She looked up at him with eyes that were still glazed with desire, her voice a soft whisper of contentment.

"Then let’s get some sleep, Mom. I’m sure we’ll have plenty more fun tomorrow when he comes back." He pulled her closer, knowing that this was only the beginning of their secret arrangement.