Charisma & Tiffany Ch. 02
Keywords: Tiffany, Charisma, 02, &, Ch.,
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Tiffany's six cocks filled Charisma's six cunts and, although the sorceress was on top and, therefore, able to move faster and with more force and agility than the supine shemale, Tiffany, nevertheless, felt overwhelmed by the welter of sensations that had, as it were, laid siege to her consciousness, dividing her, as it seemed, into six selves, each of which was assaulted by the sea of emotions, physical sensations, and lust that were associated with the act of intercourse with which it was involved. More than anything, Tiffany wanted--needed--the release of orgasm.
Such release had been denied to her for the past quarter of an hour while Tiffany moaned and groaned, squirming and writhing under Charisma's continuous, six-pronged assault upon her body and mind. There most definitely was a bit of the sadist in the sorceress, Tiffany decided--and maybe more than a bit; maybe a whole lot more.
Finally, Tiffany felt the gathering wave of orgasm crest within her, and her six throbbing cocks ejaculated at once, each trembling, lurching member spewing its thick, warm fluid into Charisma's cunts. The forehead-prick discharged its spunk into Charisma's brow-pussy; her oral cock shot its semen into the vagina that had replaced the sorceress' mouth; the cock below the second tier of Tiffany's triple breasts erupted its thick seed into the pussy that occupied the same position within Charisma's abdomen; Tiffany's natural penis pumped its semen into her hostess' own, natural snatch; and the pricks that jutted from the shemale's kneecaps sprayed their sperm into the cunts within Charisma's patellae. Tiffany's asshole fluttered while her knees trembled and her buttocks clenched and unclenched, rolling beneath Charisma's own bucking hips. Floods from the six pussies drenched both Tiffany and the mattress upon the huge bed upon which they sweated and rolled, writhing and quaking.
Charisma's lips came down hard upon Tiffany's own, and the sorceress' tongue flicked inside the warm, wet cavern of the shemale's mouth. The thick, hard cock that had projected from the roof of Tiffany's mouth, extending half a foot beyond her lips, was, like the other enchanted penises, now gone. As suddenly as the pricks had materialized, they'd vanished again. None jutted, unicorn-like, from Tiffany's forehead, none stood upright below the second tier of her triple breasts (which, like the third breast in the upper tier, had also disappeared), and none projected out of her kneecaps. Only her own cock remained in the "V" of her crotch. Having spilled its seed, the penis was soft and limp again, having dwindled from its former long, stiff, and swollen state to lie within a pool of opalescent semen.
Charisma's tongue swirled about Tiffany's own oral appendage, probing and licking and flicking the muscle, the insides of the shemale's cheeks, and the space beneath her tongue and the floor of her mouth, where a small pool of saliva had gathered. Tiffany was dimly aware of Charisma's wet, slick tongue fucking her mouth, but she was too exhausted to do anything but perceive the licks and strokes and laps of the other's phallic tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Charisma smiled at the saliva streamer that ran between their lips as she rolled off the supine shemale. Abruptly, the strand of spit that joined them broke, and the sorceress giggled. Lying on her back beside her lover, Charisma looked up at the azure sky painted upon her ceiling. White wisps of clouds stretched across a brilliant, golden sun, and a flock of geese soared before the shadowed bellies of these vapors. Where were they flying? she mused. Since she'd created the mural, the birds could be flying to whatever destination she cared to imagine, but it was more fun to pretend that they had free will and could come and go when and where they pleased instead of as she dictated. The same, she thought, was true of Tiffany. The locket that the sorceress had given to her shemale lover made Tiffany hers, body and soul, as completely as the painted fowl were hers, but it amused Charisma to go on letting Tiffany believe that she had a mind of her own.
Tiffany had closed her eyes, concentrating on breathing. Her heart hammered inside her chest as if it would burst from the strain, and she could feel the blood pounding inside her veins and arteries as it surged through the blood vessels of her circulatory system. The strain of ejaculating from six pairs of balls had been almost more than she could endure. Although the orgasm--or orgasms--had been more intense than any pleasure she'd every experienced or even dreamed possible, they had exhausted her. She had to fight for her very breath. Fortunately, she had begun to recover. She was thankful that, at twenty two, she was a young person. Had she been older--well, she didn't want to think about that.
"That was some lay," Charisma said, idly stroking one of Tiffany's nipples. Although the sorceress tweaked and pinched and flicked the nipple, it refused to stiffen or swell. Charisma smiled at her guest's weakness. She could magically imbue her guest with superhuman strength and stamina, but it would be more fun to watch her lover develop potency and endurance on her own--if she survived long enough to do so, that is. Charisma hoped that the shemale would survive; she was young and exceedingly beautiful--and a most accomplished lover. "Yes, indeed. You are one fine piece of ass."
Tiffany said nothing. She was still too weak to carry on a decent conversation. When she'd recovered sufficiently, she planned to give Charisma a piece, all right--a piece of her mind. The sorceress had gone too far, her ardor becoming a reckless disregard for Tiffany's health and well being. It was one thing to fuck someone with passion and intensity; it was another thing entirely to fuck someone nearly to death!
Tiffany's eyes snapped open as she felt something rise from her chest. Horrified, she looked down to see a third tit between her natural pair and a second tier of triple breasts below the first rank. Oh, God! The magic boobs had been restored! Using the paltry reservoir of strength she'd been able to recover, Tiffany snarled, "What the hell are you doing? You said the extra breasts would be temporary, not permanent."
"Relax, sweetie," Charisma counseled. "They will be."
"Why are they back again, then?" Tiffany demanded.
Charisma rolled onto her knees, straddling her guest. As she did, Tiffany saw four thick, hard cocks standing forth from her abdomen. "I'm not through with you--or them--yet," she declared.
Tiffany tried to push Charisma away. She tried to roll out from beneath her. However, she was still too weak, too spent, too exhausted, and Charisma laughed at her as she batted her arms away. "Relax," she advised. "Enjoy it."
She maneuvered on the bed, situating herself more carefully, and, dropping low on her elbow and knees, let each of her cocks slide between a pair of Tiffany's sleek, soft breasts. Her upper right prick slid between Tiffany's upper left breast and middle tit; Charisma's upper left penis glided between the shemale's middle tit and its left counterpart. Charisma's lower members slid between the same breasts of Tiffany's lower tier of tits. It was obvious to Tiffany now that Charisma intended to fuck her between the breasts--all six of them--using her four bizarre penises. The shemale inhaled sharply and held her breath, waiting for the assault to begin, thankful that she wouldn't have to do anything but lie here while Charisma had her way with her.
Tiffany jumped as Charisma's hand slapped the outside of her left thigh.
Scowling, the shemale said, "What?"
"Use your hands to hold your tits together," she said.
"I don't have four hands," Tiffany objected, sarcasm all but dripping from her words. As soon as she'd uttered the fatal words, she wished she hadn't, for she sprouted another pair of arms, complete with hands.
"Now you do," Charisma observed with a chuckle. "Make sure you put them to good use."
For a second, Tiffany considered refusing to comply with Charisma's directive. Who the hell did the bitch think she was, anyway, ordering her about as if she were a servant or, worse yet, a fucking slave? Then, Tiffany thought better of refusing to obey Charisma. After all, her hostess--or was she her mistress?--was an extremely powerful and adept sorceress. Any disobedience on Tiffany's part might mean that she spent the rest of her life as a lizard, a frog, or, horror of horrors, a genetic girl! Immediately, she clamped her four hands around the outer sides of her four outermost tits and pressed them inward, against the middle breasts, forming firm, tight seals for the penises that lay within the valleys formed by their breasts' cleavages.
"That's a good girl," Charisma said. Now, it was her words that dripped sarcasm. Slowly, she began working the four cocks back and forth between the shemale's six tits. Tiffany had been fucked between her breasts before, which is to say between her two natural breasts (well, her natural breasts as enhanced by regular estrogen injections, anyway). She'd never had four cocks fucking her at the same time, between six boobs. Again, the sensations were not only novel and wonderful but also rather disconcerting. Fortunately, though, she didn't feel overwhelmed this time, as she had when Charisma, having made six cocks sprout from Tiffany's body, had fucked the shemale with the half dozen pussies with which she'd equipped herself. Perhaps this was due to the fact that Tiffany didn't have to do anything more than hold her tits together while Charisma fucked them. When she'd been equipped with half a dozen cocks, all spewing semen at the same time, she'd felt torn apart inside and it had seemed that she'd emptied another part of herself--of her soul--with each ejaculation. By the time she'd stopped spurting semen from all those cocks, she'd been exhausted. This time, though, with Charisma doing all the work, she was able to retain her strength and, yes, to enjoy herself, as her hostess had recommended that she try to do.
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Keywords: Tiffany, Charisma, 02, &, Ch.,