Chapter 129: [129] Tri H*ssy

Daniel’s tongue plunged back into Marcella’s open, leaking cunt with pure, filthy, starving hunger.

He sealed his lips tightly around her swollen, puffy, cream-smeared outer folds and sucked hard, drawing the soft, wet, twitching flesh deep into his mouth. Thick, creamy cunt juice flooded across his tongue in hot, sticky trails. He licked greedily, throat working with little gulps, then pushed his tongue even deeper, curling it upward to scrape along the ridged, velvet walls. Every time the tip of his tongue dragged over a sensitive spot, Marcella’s inner muscles fluttered and clamped down violently, trying to trap him inside and milk every drop of pleasure from him.

SLURP—SQUISH—SHLICK—GLRK—SCHLICK—

Above him, Marcella’s fat, heavy ass trembled hard. Her thick thighs squeezed his head like a living vice, smothering him completely in soft, hot, sweaty flesh. Her hips began grinding in slow, desperate, filthy circles, smearing her dripping, overflowing pussy all over his face. Fresh streams of transparent cream ran down his chin in shiny trails, along his neck, and soaked into the pillow beneath him in dark, spreading wet patches.

At the exact same moment, three invisible phantom tongues mirrored every single filthy movement with perfect, merciless precision.

On Anna’s chair, the phantom tongue pressed flat against her already-soaked panties, then phased straight through the thin, clinging fabric as if it didn’t exist. It licked a long, slow, wet, deliberate stripe from the bottom of her soft virgin slit all the way up to her swollen, aching clit, exactly the way Daniel’s real tongue was moving on Marcella. Anna’s eyes flew wide. A broken, high-pitched, shocked moan tore from her throat as her hips jerked helplessly against the metal cuffs.

"AH~??—What... what is touching me?!"

The phantom tongue curled and pushed between her soft, virgin lips, spreading them open with wet pressure. It began licking the sensitive inner folds with the same wet, deliberate, filthy strokes Daniel was using on Marcella. Anna’s heavy young breasts heaved hard. Her thighs trembled violently.

On Kira’s chair the second phantom tongue did the exact same thing.

It licked firmly over her clothed mound, then phased through the fabric and found her already dripping, twitching slit. It sucked gently on her soft outer lips, exactly as Daniel was sucking on Marcella’s then pushed inside and began tongue-fucking her tight virgin hole with the same deep, wet rhythm. Kira’s back arched hard against the chair. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream that quickly turned into a wet, shaky, continuous moan.

"Nnhh~??—Something’s... inside...!"

Her toes curled tightly inside her shoes. Her bound wrists pulled uselessly at the metal cuffs as the invisible tongue licked deeper, swirling and tasting every soft, fluttering fold.

On Lara’s chair the third phantom tongue was just as merciless.

It dragged slowly over her soaked crotch, phased through her panties, and latched onto her clit with wet, sucking pressure. Lara’s entire body jerked hard. A loud, filthy, unrestrained moan burst from her lips before she could stop it.

"Ahhh~?? Fuck—!"

The phantom tongue flicked and circled her clit rapidly, then slid down and pushed inside her fluttering hole, licking the soft walls in perfect sync with Daniel’s real tongue. Lara’s face burned deep crimson with shame and unwanted, overwhelming pleasure. Her hips rolled forward against the invisible invasion, chasing more even as her mind screamed at her to stop.

Daniel, still buried under Marcella’s fat, grinding, juice-smeared ass, could taste all of them at once through the evolved Phantom Dominion feedback. Four soft, fleshy, dripping pussies fluttered and clenched around his tongue. He felt every ridge, every twitch, every hot pulse of their inner walls as if all four cunts were stuffed inside his mouth at the same time. The sensation was overwhelming. His lower belly contracted hard. His cock throbbed violently against his stomach, leaking thick precum in steady strands.

He sucked harder on Marcella’s pussy, making loud, wet, completely obscene noises that filled the room.

SCHLICK—SLURP—SQUELCH—GLUK—SQUISH—

He spread her soft folds wide with his tongue and licked deep, long, filthy strokes from the bottom of her hole all the way up to her clit, then back down again. He fucked her cunt with his tongue in steady, powerful thrusts — the exact same way the three phantom tongues were now thrusting into Anna, Kira, and Lara.

Marcella’s moans grew louder and more broken.

"Ahhh~??"

Her straightened spine suddenly bent. She spasmed and squirmed over him like hot oil in a pan. Her fat ass bounced and ground harder on his face. Thick cream poured out of her in heavy, rhythmic pulses, coating his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his entire face. Daniel swallowed as much as he could and kept licking, kept sucking, kept tongue-fucking her without a shred of mercy.

At the same time the three phantom tongues increased their speed, matching him perfectly.

Anna’s virgin pussy fluttered and leaked around the invisible tongue. Her head fell back against the chair, mouth open, soft broken moans spilling out with every wet lick inside her. She was shocked to her core by what was happening, but the invading tongue was relentless, it kept sucking, lapping, licking, and fucking her little virgin cunt.

Kira’s thighs were shaking so hard the chair rattled continuously. The phantom tongue curled against her front wall and rubbed, making her cry out in high, desperate, broken sounds. Her little body shuddered with every hard thrust of the tongue against her virgin cunt. Her eyes dropped low, heavy with lust. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the obscene noises, because in her foggy mind she was sure she was hallucinating. Watching Daddy Daniel’s face buried in another woman’s cunt had driven her crazy. Her little pussy was itching desperately for Daddy Daniel’s thick cock.

Her droopy, half-lidded eyes couldn’t stay away from the hard, twitching shaft that kept bouncing against his stomach and leaking thick strands of precum.

Lara was the loudest. Her hips jerked helplessly as the phantom tongue sucked on her clit and then plunged deep, over and over.

Daniel groaned deeply into Marcella’s cunt, the vibration making her scream. He sucked her swollen clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while the three phantom tongues did the exact same filthy thing to the three bound girls.

Four wet, dripping, clenching pussies were being licked and sucked in perfect, filthy unison.

Marcella’s thick thighs clamped around his head like a living vice. Her entire body started trembling violently.

Anna’s back arched so hard the metal cuffs bit deep into her soft wrists, leaving red marks.

Kira’s eyes rolled back into her head.

Lara let out a long, broken, completely slutty moan that she could no longer hold in.

Four pussies and one cock all twitched at the exact same time.

Their lower bellies contracted hard. Daniel’s balls tightened painfully. The four cunts clenched tighter around the slippery tongues. Then, with one large, deep, simultaneous thrust of his tongue into all four holes at once, scraping the pink ridges that were clamped so tightly around him—

SPURLLT—SPURLT—SPURLT—SPURLT

SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT

SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT

SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT

SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT—SQUIRT

Daniel’s cock twitched violently and then erupted like a broken dam. Thick white creamy ropes of cum spurted out with so much force that one or two droplets actually hit the ceiling. Because his cock was twitching and rotating uncontrollably, the heavy spurts landed across his bare thighs, his stomach, and all over Marcella’s soft bare stomach, her thick thighs, and even her face in sticky white streaks.

Marcella couldn’t hold it in for even a second longer.

Her lower belly contracted in a hard, visible spasm. Her toes curled tightly. Her palms on his chest clenched hard, squeezing his nipples and making him groan even deeper into her cunt. Then thick, transparent juices gushed out of her hole like a dam had completely shattered. She squirmed and thrashed hard on his face. A river of creamy, hot cum flooded his mouth in endless streams. Daniel, like a desperate man dying of thirst, opened his mouth as wide as possible, forcing her outer lips to stretch even wider, and created a perfect slide with his tongue so every single drop flushed straight down his throat. He drank her greedily, greedily, purifying himself from the inside with the endless flood of her orgasm.

She kept cumming... and cumming... and cumming...

The sensation of endless wet droplets flooding down her cunt felt exactly like she was being fucked by pure water itself, every pulse rubbing and scraping against her over-sensitive inner walls while Daniel continued to suck and swallow everything she gave him.

Of course that was just the start.

Thick, heavy, pearly-white ropes of Daniel’s seed flew through the air in powerful arcs and splattered obscenely across Anna’s face, her bare shoulders, and deep into the soft valley of her cleavage. Hot, sticky droplets landed directly over her closed eyelids and across her plump, slightly parted lips. The moment the cum touched her skin she snapped her eyes shut. Slowly, almost fearfully, she opened them again and rolled her gaze downward.

Thick white cream was smeared across her soft lips. Some of it had already begun to drip in slow, viscous strands down her chin and onto the upper curve of her heaving breasts.

Her entire frame trembled violently.

Her pupils shook as she slowly raised her face and stared at her daddy’s cock, still twitching hard, still erupting in thick, heavy buckets of baby-making cream that kept splattering everywhere in filthy white streaks.

"Daddy..." she whispered.

She couldn’t believe it.

Her daddy had just cum from being ground against that perverted psycho’s dripping pussy.

Intense rage and raw, possessive jealousy assaulted her heart at the same time. But before either emotion could fully form, her tongue moved on its own. It darted out, pink and wet, and swept slowly, deliberately across her cum-covered lips, gathering the thick, salty-sweet batter onto her taste buds.

The flavour exploded across her tongue.

Sweetness, musk, and pure, concentrated daddy flooded every nerve in her body.

Combined with the phantom tongue that was still creating absolute wet mayhem inside her tight virgin cunt, licking, curling, and thrusting without mercy — the dual sensation became far too much for her little unused hole to bear.

Her lower belly contracted in a hard, visible spasm.

Her cunt twitched violently around the invisible tongue.

Her body convulsed.

Her spine arched all the way back until the metal cuffs bit into her soft wrists.

Her head flew backward, blonde hair cascading over the chair.

Her virgin walls clenched down tightly around the phantom tongue, trapping it deep inside her fluttering hole and then she squirted with raw, helpless force.

SQUIRT—

A thick, powerful wave of transparent cum erupted from her little pink virgin cunt. Every pulse of the cold, gushing fluid scraping against her hot, over-sensitive inner walls made her breath lock in her throat. Spit flew from her wide-open mouth in glistening strands and landed across her fabric-covered tits, perfectly outlining the dark, stiff nipples that strained against the thin material. She sucked in deep, ragged, desperate breaths through her open mouth while her body thrashed in pure, filthy, overwhelming ecstasy. Thick streams of her own clear cum shot against the inside of her already-soaked panties and ran down her bare, trembling thighs in shiny, continuous rivers that dripped onto the chair and then the floor.

She tried desperately to suppress every sound.

"Hnngg~??hhnnn~??"

But broken, wet little moans still leaked out between her clenched teeth.

Kira spasmed just as hard.

Her cunt clenched violently around the phantom tongue in rhythmic waves and then erupted.

SQUIRT—

Thick, hot ropes of clear cum flooded out of her, her inner walls clamping and milking the invisible tongue while she kept cumming in long, shuddering pulses. Daniel’s phantom tongue plunged even deeper into her fluttering virgin hole and licked greedily through every single wave of her orgasm, tasting her as she came.

"Hnng??ahh~??"

Her eyes widened to the absolute extreme. Little helpless, high-pitched moans of pure pleasure kept slipping past her bitten lips no matter how hard she tried to hold them in.

Fresh droplets of Daniel’s cum were still flying through the air; her open, panting mouth chased them instinctively, tongue reaching out so the salty-sweet taste could explode across her senses again. Hot streams of her own cum completely soaked through her already-damp panties, turning the fabric translucent and dark, then ran down her thick thighs in continuous, sticky trails that pooled on the chair.

Lara was the most shocked of all.

Why am I feeling like this?

Am I so fucking horny that I’m hallucinating a real tongue fucking my cunt right now?

Her wide-open mouth, splattered with Daniel’s thick, salty cum, kept shivering and twitching. At the same time her own cunt kept cumming in heavy, uncontrollable buckets. The phantom tongue ruthlessly licked, sucked, and thrust through every powerful wave of her orgasm, refusing to let her come down.

Clear juice poured out of her in long, shiny streams, running down her inner thighs, soaking the chair, and dripping steadily onto the floor.

The three chairs were completely ruined.

Thick, glistening rivers of clear cum slid down their legs, pooled on the seats in small puddles, and dripped continuously onto the floor beneath them, creating spreading wet stains that reflected the light. The heavy, musky scent of four female orgasms mixed with the thick smell of Daniel’s fresh cum filled the entire room.

Four pussies and one hard cock, Desperate to get Interlocked. (I am not a Poet??)