Champ and Chucky Ch. 03

PLAT PLAT PLAT. The sounds of Seth's large, muscular body pounding Olivia's fit, lean frame filled the bedroom and traveled down the long hallway. Olivia was on her knees and elbows with her back arched across the guest bed getting pumped and stretched by the fattest cock she's ever had. Juices from her drenched pussy flowed over both of them as she pushed back on Seth's thrusts, matching his motion and devouring his cock with her body.

They'd just switched to this variant a minute ago and she was quickly falling in love with this angle--how deep he could go, how perfectly he battered every sensitive ridge inside her. Her pussy was getting hit in spots she didn't know she had. When he bottomed out, she'd grind her hips in slow, filthy circles, side to side, savoring the obscene drag of every veiny inch.

"Liv," Seth rasped, "You take this big cock so well. Your pussy is amazing, I'm going to permanently resize it for my dick."

Through the haze of back-to-back orgasms, a distant, dizzy part of her brain actually wondered if that was possible. "Mmmm, I hope so."

Olivia's head fell forward with her arms above her head. This gave her an amazing arch on her back. Seth's eyes exploded as he took in the view. Her toned back was like a valley that led up on her perfect ass cheeks, like two mountains meeting at the summit, except these two mountains wriggled impossibly as he drove himself into the cleft nestled in that valley.

From his dominant position behind her, Seth had the perfect view of his thick cock spearing into her. Olivia's pussy had grown deliciously fat and swollen from the prolonged and relentless fucking -- her outer lips puffy and glistening, flushed a deep pink as they stretched obscenely around his girth. Every time he pulled back, her slick inner folds clung to his veiny shaft, turning slightly inside out before he drove forward again, forcing them to disappear around his thickness.

The contrast was intoxicating: his dark, coarse pubic hair, thick and masculine, grinding roughly against her delicate, fine golden-blonde landing strip with every powerful thrust. It was the perfect visual metaphor -- his heavy, powerful cock ruthlessly stretching and claiming her pretty, refined pussy, turning something dainty and elegant into a greedy, cum-smeared mess that begged for more.

Her narrow waist flared out deliciously to her perfect hear-shaped ass which rippled with every thrust. Seth stopped moving and just admired the view on top of the mountain. Olivia didn't notice he'd stopped moving.

She kept slamming herself backward onto him, setting her own brutal pace, using his length like her personal instrument of pleasure and ruin. Eyes closed, lips parted, she rode the edge of oblivion. One of his hands slid up to palm her breast, squeezing hard; the other pressed two fingers into her mouth. She bit down on them to muffle the broken whimpers spilling out as her hips kept working, relentless, chasing the next shattering wave.

She had already cum twice in the guest room, having been edged while she was being carried to the room. Olivia opened her eyes and twisted just enough to catch Seth's gaze over her shoulder.

"I can't believe you're really fucking me," she breathed, voice cracking into a raw moan. "Oh--fuckkk! I never would have imagined you and I together. Never thought it would be this amazing."

Her head snapped back as another deep thrust punched the air from her lungs. 'Oh god, and the orgasms. I'd forgotten how strong I can cum."

"Feels good, huh?" Seth rasped, never breaking rhythm.

Olivia couldn't look away. Seth looked powerful and primal behind her -- broad shoulders flexing, his thick, muscular chest glistening with sweat as he drove into her with deep, commanding strokes. His strong hands gripped her hips firmly, fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. Each powerful snap of his hips sent his thick length spearing into her, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her swollen clit.

"Don't hold back Champ. Give it to me strong and deep." She mewled.

Every time he drove forward, she felt the full weight and girth of him stretching her open, the thick veiny shaft dragging along every sensitive ridge inside her. The fat head kissed her cervix with each thrust, sending sharp sparks of overwhelming pleasure-pain shooting up her spine. Her pussy was soaked and fluttering uncontrollably around him, gripping desperately as if trying to keep him locked inside her forever.

"Yes..." she whimpered, pushing back to meet him. "I feel you everywhere inside me. It feels too good... I'm getting close again, Champ. Don't stop-- please don't stop fucking me like this."

Seth's eyes darkened with lust as he leaned over her back, changing the angle so he could drive even deeper. His powerful body covered hers, hips snapping forward forcefully force while his breath burned hot against her shoulder.

Olivia's mouth fell open in a silent cry as the pressure inside her coiled tighter and tighter, her next orgasm already threatening to tear her apart.

"It feels so fucking good. I can't--I can't help it. I'm going to cum again!" She locked eyes with him again, wide and glassy, one finger still caught between her teeth in that perfect, wrecked little bite. She stared deeply into his eyes as another orgasm took her and her pussy seized his dick. Her lips parted and a deep, guttural moan escaped her lips "Yaaaaaaaaasssss."

Seth nearly lost it right then. The sight of her--back arched like a drawn bow, ass rippling with every impact, that filthy, pleading expression staring straight into his soul--was too much. She was begging to be ruined, and he was going to oblige.

His thoughts drifted to when they first got into the room. After kicking the door shut with his foot, he carried Olivia to the bed still impaled on his cock. She'd shimmied off and teasingly presented herself to him, elbows resting on the mattress and feet planted on the floor next to the bed. Grabbing one of her own cheeks and pulling her sex spread, her high falsetto voice encouraged him to "Fuck her pussy until she couldn't get up from bed."

His earlier restraint evaporated. With her permission, he let go and started fucking her hard, driving his massive cock balls-deep into her tight, soaked pussy with powerful, rhythmic strokes. The bedframe began rocking almost immediately as he picked up speed, each heavy thrust forcing a sharp, involuntary cry from Olivia's throat.

He kept one hand locked on her hip while the other tangled in her long blonde hair, pulling her head back just enough to arch her back deeply. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he pounded her from behind. Olivia's fingers clawed at the sheets, her body jolting forward with every brutal impact, her pert breasts swinging enticingly beneath her. Her upper arms strained to push back against him, a battle she lost until she braced one foot on the bed to help.

"Fuck--Seth!" she gasped, voice already breaking. He responded by leaning over her, one hand sliding beneath to rub her clit while he continued slamming into her. With the spread of her legs one on the bed and one on the floor, this opened up her clit for his manual assault. The dual stimulation quickly pushed her toward the edge.

"Yeah, that's what I'm doing, fucking you." He fucked her with raw, unfiltered hunger--long, punishing strokes that bottomed out against her cervix with every thrust. Olivia's moans quickly turned into loud, shameless and deep groans that echoed down the hallway, exactly the kind of "screaming across the quad" porn star sex he had fantasized about. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him as the first intense orgasm ripped through her only a few minutes in, her entire body shaking violently while he kept driving into her without mercy. Taking advantage of Seth pausing while her pussy milked his cock, Olivia was able to crawl up and get both knees on the bed, giving her calves and hamstrings a respite.

Seth didn't slow down. He straightened up and planted both feet on the floor. He drove into her with his entire posterior chain engaged, every powerful muscle from his shoulders down to his feet working in perfect coordination. His broad back flexed, rippling as he leaned over her. His powerful glutes clenched hard with each thrust, hamstrings and calves firing as he pushed off the balls of his feet, using the floor for leverage to slam his thick cock even deeper while his arms pulled her back towards him. The full-body motion turned every thrust into something primal and devastating -- a rolling wave of strength that drove him to the hilt, his hips snapping forward with raw power as he buried himself as deep as her body would allow, the force of his thrusts making her knees slide across the bed before he pulled her back.

"God, I feel like I could go forever in this position." He said, "After cumming twice already and not having you grind against my pelvis it's like I got unlimited stamina. I want to do this for days."

"Oh, fuck, lucky me." She groaned. Olivia felt it deep in her core. Each punishing stroke slammed his thick cock into her with bone-rattling depth, the fat head battering against her cervix while his heavy balls slapped loudly against her soaked pussy. The sheer force made her stomach bulge slightly with every thrust, the overwhelming pressure and stretch making her eyes roll back. Her inner walls were stretched around his girth, with the top, bottom and sides of her love canal all stretched and feeling the glide as he slid in and out of her. The sensation caused her pussy to flutter and spasm uncontrollably as he drove even deeper than she thought possible. Every brutal impact sent shockwaves of pleasure bordering on pain radiating through her pelvis and up her spine.

Her cries grew hoarse and desperate as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed over her. Sweat slicked their skin, her juices coating his cock and dripping down her thighs as he continued destroying her just as she had begged him to.

Having just had an orgasm and building to the next, Olivia was a trembling, cock-drunk mess. Her body was on auto-pilot, still pushing back against him. Seth growled low in his throat, one hand spanking her ass sharply as he kept up the merciless pace, fully letting go for the first time.

The next few minutes were pure, savage intensity: loud, wet, headboard-banging, hair-pulling, cervix-wrecking doggystyle fucking that left Olivia shaking, screaming, and completely lost in sensation of her second orgasm, just the way they both wanted it.

Back in the present, without breaking eye contact, Seth gripped her hips harder and started driving into her with deliberate force. Faster. Deeper. The wet slap of their bodies grew louder, obscene.

Olivia's moans climbed, sharp and desperate.

"Oh! God--wait, wait--slow down -- I need to come down!"

Seth didn't answer with words.

He fisted a handful of her hair, yanked her head back, and claimed her mouth in a messy, punishing kiss. He picked up one of his legs and planted it just in front of her knee allowing him to lunge into her and shifting his body slightly to her side, making the kiss less of a strain. Her spine curved impossibly as he fucked her through it, relentless. When he finally broke away, his voice came out low and dangerous.

"You glad we're fucking now, huh? All that roleplay, Chucky's voice, teasing, all those little games... just a cover for what you really are. A needy little whore playing housewife."

He punctuated the words with a sharp slap to her ass, leaving a blooming pink handprint.

"Ever been fucked like this?" he demanded.

"No!" Olivia gasped, voice trembling on the edge of another peak. "Never--never like this! So good!"

"Forrest fuck you like this? Any of those college boyfriends pound you this deep?" Another hard smack.

"No one fucks me like this!" she cried, honest and shameless. She was gasping, whimpering, almost sobbing with how full and thoroughly claimed she felt. The intensity was mind-melting.

"Seth--fuck--yessss. Give it to meeee."

"Oh, I'm gonna give it to you, alright," he growled, hips snapping forward with punishing precision.

Her next orgasm hit like a freight train.

"Oh god--I'm cumming--ah! Ah! Oooh!"

Her walls clamped down in frantic pulses, milking him mercilessly.

"FUCK YES!"

Seth roared as he came, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside her, painting her cervix, spilling against the back wall of her already-stuffed pussy. There was no room left; the tight seal her abused pussy made around the base of his thick shaft failed. The excess leaked out around his shaft in creamy streaks, dripping down her thighs even as he kept pumping through the aftershocks.

Seth collapsed on the bed next to her, flopping his arm across the pillow above her head.

Olivia lay draped across Seth's chest in the guest room, the sheets tangled around their legs, the air still heavy with the scent of sex--musk, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of their combined release. The bedside lamp cast a warm Olivia glow over their bodies, highlighting the sheen of perspiration on her flushed skin and the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek. His cock, still half-hard and slick, rested heavy against her inner thigh, occasionally twitching as if it had a mind of its own.

Minutes dragged on as Seth's fingers traced lazy circles on her lower back, right above the dimples at the base of her spine. She looked stunning in the afterglow. Her lean, athletic frame glistened with a fine layer of sweat that caught the light, accentuating the elegant lines of her body. Her pert, firm ass -- still slightly pink from his grip -- curved beautifully where it rested against his hip. A few delicate, fine golden hairs caught the lamplight along her forearms and the smooth expanse of her lower belly, giving her skin a soft, almost ethereal sheen.

Her sexy, toned calves flexed lazily as she shifted, the muscles defined from years of staying in shape. Her French-manicured toenails -- neat, glossy, and perfectly shaped -- peeked out from the tangled sheets, dainty against the rumpled bedding. Matching French-manicured fingernails traced light, absentminded patterns across Seth's chest, the pale tips contrasting beautifully with his skin.

Olivia's hand drifted downward, her fingers gently wrapping around his spent but still impressively thick cock. She explored him with lazy fascination, fingertips gliding along the heavy, veiny ridges that ran the length of his shaft. Even semi-soft, he felt massive in her hand -- the girth so substantial her fingers couldn't fully close around him.

She traced every prominent vein, feeling the way they pulsed faintly under her touch, then let her thumb circle the wide, bulbous head, smearing the mixture of their combined fluids over the smooth, flushed crown. "Jesus..." she whispers, her voice shaky with awe. She runs a fingertip along one of the thick veins tracing up your shaft. "It's so thick. This vein alone is like..." She trails off, too stunned to finish.

She curls her hand around you, or tries to her fingers can't make it all the way. Her brows draw together in amazement. "No one's ever come close to this."

Sliding her hand lower still, she cupped his large, heavy testicles, rolling them gently in her palm, marveling at their weight and the way they tightened slightly at her touch.

"God, you're still so thick," she whispered, almost to herself, her voice soft and awed. "Even after coming that hard... I can barely get my hand around you."

"How do you like it. Do I measure up?"

"Fuck," she breathes. "I used to think Derek at almost eight inches was big. I used to brag about that. Now it just seems..." She shakes her head, disbelieving. "Like a fucking joke."

His voice came out low, smug, satisfied. "Aren't you glad we're finally doing this?"

Olivia lifted her head, chin resting on his sternum. Her eyes sparkled with mischief even through the post-orgasm haze. She gave his thickening cock a playful smack against her chin, the wet slap loud in the quiet room.

"Mmm..." She dragged the sound out, teasing, pretending to consider. "On one hand, there's a lot to consider emotionally about us hooking up. On the other hand, the sex was top notch, so many deep orgasms. And part of this feels so liberating. I'm not having to manage or juggle all the things. I'm just here, in this moment, in my body feeling all these amazing feelings I haven't had in years." Her expression was one of deep thought.

Then her bright, filthy smile broke wide. "Yes."

Seth's grin turned arrogant, lazy confidence rolling off him in waves. "Me too. You really brought out the best in me. You've really got it in you."

Olivia arched a brow, already sliding down his body again, attention returning to the thick, swelling length in her hands. "What?"

"Well--my cock, now," he snickered.

She burst out laughing--bright, wicked, unashamed--then wrapped both hands around him, stroking firmly from base to tip. Olivia's eyes lock onto Seth's; bright, hungry, and daring as she parts her lips slowly, inching closer to brushing her lips across his cock head, her hands never stopping their gentle, deliberate exploration.

A pregnant pause before opening her lips wider and sliding his half hard cock straight down her throat in one smooth, practiced motion.

Seth studied her face for a moment, his hand stilling on her back. A lazy, slightly vulnerable grin tugged at his lips.

"Liv... all that rambling while I was fucking you -- the begging, the screaming, telling me I was ruining you, that no one's ever fucked you like this... Was that just dirty talk? Heat of the moment stuff?" His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Or did you mean it. Was it that good?"

Olivia held his gaze, her expression softening into something more honest and raw. She let out a slow breath, fingers still lazily stroking his thickening shaft.

"It wasn't just dirty talk, Champ," she said quietly. "It was real. Derek -- my college boyfriend -- he used to be the best I'd ever had. For a long time, he was the standard. But that was years ago. I've learned a lot about my own body since then... what I really like, what I need."

She gave his cock a slow, appreciative squeeze, her voice dropping lower.

"And you... Jesus, Seth. Your cock is substantially bigger than his was. Thicker. Longer. And once you finally let go and stopped holding back? The power, the depth, the intensity... you knew exactly how to use it. You destroyed me in the best way, my pussy's still throbbing just remembering it. It's far and away the best sex I've ever had. I've never come that hard, that many times, or felt that full in my life."

Olivia let out a soft, breathless laugh, even as a fresh wave of heat bloomed between her thighs. She shifted her torso down his body, kissing and licking her way across his abs until she was lying perpendicular to him her open legs splayed out on the bed pointed away from him. before lowering her mouth to his heavy balls. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other, rolling them gently with her tongue.

"God, these things are huge," she murmured between wet kisses and soft sucks. "So full and heavy, no wonder it felt like you pumped so much cum into me. I can still feel it leaking out."

She spread her legs wider, reaching down to part her swollen, creamy folds with two fingers. A thick rivulet of his cum slowly dripped from her well-fucked pussy.

"Look at this mess you made," she whispered, voice husky. "I'm literally overflowing with you."

Seth groaned at the sight, his hand moving between her thighs. Two thick fingers easily slid into her slick, cum-filled cunt while she continued worshipping his balls with her mouth. He told her "You were so sexy, you really got into it with the dirty talk and the physicality of it."