The Second Coming of Atlas Prime

Chapter 22

Atlas gripped Anola's hair tighter, yanking her head back until her throat arched. Spit dribbled from her lips, coating his shaft in slick shine. She gasped, eyes watering, but her tongue darted out, lapping at the underside like a b***h in heat.

"Switch," he commanded, voice rough gravel.

Anola released him with a slurp, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his throbbing c**k. Hannah lunged forward, desperate, wrapping her lips around the head. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over the slit where pre-c*m beaded.

Anola knelt beside her, fingers digging into Hannah's thigh. She shoved the younger woman's gown higher, exposing pale ass cheeks. Without warning, Anola slapped them, hard. Red bloomed on skin. Hannah moaned around Atlas's d**k, the vibration shooting straight to his balls.

"f**k her face," Anola urged, nails raking Hannah's spine. "Make the little slut choke."

Atlas thrust deeper, hitting the back of Hannah's throat. She gagged, tears streaming, but pushed forward, nose burying in his pubes. Her p***y clenched emptily, juices soaking her thighs. She ground against nothing, humping air.

Anola watched, hand slipping between her own legs. She rubbed her clit through soaked lace panties, fingers circling fast. "You taste like her," she murmured to Atlas, leaning in to lick a stripe up Hannah's stretched lips. "Salty. Filthy."

Atlas pulled out, his c**k popped free, slick and angry red. He grabbed Hannah by the hair, flipping her onto the chaise. She landed on her back, her legs splaying wide, her gown bunching at her waist. Her p***y glistened, waiting for his c**k.

"Eat her," Atlas ordered Anola, shoving her down.

Anola dove in, face planting between Hannah's thighs. Tongue plunged deep, f*****g the dripping hole. Hannah bucked, hands fisting silk cushions. "Oh s**t, yes, lick my p***y, you old whore."

Anola growled into the flesh. She sucked it between her lips, popping it like candy. Juices smeared her chin, dripping down to her neck. Atlas stroked his c**k above them, watching the older woman's head bob, hearing the wet smacks.

"Spread her wider," he said.

Anola hooked arms under Hannah's knees, yanking them apart. Hannah's asshole winked, puckered and tight. Anola's tongue trailed lower, circling the rim. Hannah yelped, body jerking. "No.. f**k, that's dirty!"

"Shut up and take it." Anola speared her tongue into the asshole, rimming deep. Hannah's cries turned to whimpers, hips grinding down.

Atlas knelt on the chaise, straddling Hannah's chest. He slapped his c**k against her t**s, heavy balls dragging over n*****s. "Open."

She did, mouth gaping. He fed her his d**k, slow at first, then ramming until her throat bulged. Gags turned sloppy and spit bubbled at corners of her lips. Anola's tongue worked Hannah's holes relentlessly, p***y, asshole, back and forth, her fingers joining to stretch both.

"Finger her ass," Atlas grunted, hips pistoning.

Anola slid two fingers in, knuckle-deep into the tight ring. Hannah screamed around his c**k, body convulsing. o****m ripped through her, p***y squirting onto Anola's face. Clear fluid sprayed, soaking the older woman's hair.

Anola pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "c*m like a fountain, slut. Now clean me up."

She climbed over Hannah, straddling her face. p***y hovered, dripping. Hannah craned up, tongue lapping at the folds. Anola ground down, smearing juices across her cheeks and nose. "Taste yourself on me. Lick my clit clean."

Atlas watched, c**k twitching. He yanked Anola's hips back, spreading her ass cheeks. Her asshole clenched, dark and inviting. He spat on it, watching saliva trickle down. Then he thrust his c**k in, no mercy.

Anola howled, body slamming forward onto Hannah's mouth. "f**k my ass! Harder!"

Atlas pounded, balls slapping against her p***y. The chaise creaked under them. Hannah's tongue flicked out, catching his shaft on every pull-back, tasting Anola's ass on him. "Mmm, so nasty," Hannah mumbled, sucking his balls when he bottomed out.

Deeper. Atlas buried himself balls-deep in Anola's asshole, feeling it grip like a vice. She rode Hannah's face, clit grinding against nose, while her t**s bounced free from the negligee. Her n*****s were hard as pebbles.

"Switch holes," Anola demanded, voice breaking.

Atlas pulled out, slick with her ass juices. He rammed into her p***y next, feeling the contrast, hot, velvety walls clenching. Anola came instantly "Yes, breed this cunt!"

Hannah twisted beneath, tongue darting to lick where they joined. She caught Anola's dripping clit, then Atlas's swinging balls. Spit trailed from her chin, mixing with p***y cream.

Atlas withdrew, c**k gleaming with Anola's c*m. He flipped positions, lying back on the chaise. "Ride me."

Anola straddled him first, sinking onto his d**k reverse cowgirl. Her ass cheeks spread wide as she bounced, p***y slurping around him. Hannah knelt behind, face diving in. Tongue lapped at Anola's asshole, then stretched lower to Hannah's own leaking slit.

"Get on his face," Anola barked, not slowing her ride.

Hannah obeyed, swinging a leg over. She lowered her p***y onto Atlas's mouth. He devoured her, tongue f*****g deep, nose buried in her folds. She rocked, t**s heaving, hands bracing on Anola's shoulders.

Anola leaned back, grinding harder. "Feel that? His c**k stretching me." She reached around, fingers finding Hannah's asshole. Two of them plunged in, matching Atlas's tongue thrusts.

Hannah wailed, grinding faster. "Finger-f**k my ass… deeper!"

The room filled with wet sounds: slaps of skin, slurps of mouths, gasps and moans. Atlas thrust up into Anola, feeling her walls milk him as Hannah's juices coated his face.

"Make her squirt again," Anola said, twisting fingers in Hannah's ass.

Atlas sucked Hannah's clit hard, teeth grazing. She shattered, squirting into his mouth, down his chin. He swallowed, lapping every drop.

Anola came next, p***y clamping his c**k like a fist. "c*m inside me, fill this w***e p***y!"

Not yet. Atlas lifted her off, c**k popping free, strings of cream connecting them. He positioned Hannah on all fours, ass high. "Your turn."

He slammed into her p***y from behind, balls-deep in one thrust. Hannah screamed, pushing back. Anola slid underneath, in 69 position, tongue licking Hannah's clit while Atlas f****d.

"Choke on my p***y," Hannah gasped, lowering herself.

Anola sucked eagerly, lapping where Atlas's c**k pistoned in and out. Her tongue caught his shaft, tasting Hannah's cream mixed with Anola's own from before.

Atlas reached down, shoving three fingers into Anola's asshole. She bucked, moaning into Hannah's folds.

"Fist her," Hannah begged, voice muffled.

Atlas curled fingers, pushing deeper. Anola's hole stretched, taking four, then his thumb. He fisted her ass slow, feeling walls grip. She came violently, squirting onto the chaise, body shaking.

"Pull out, c*m on our faces," Anola demanded, scrambling up.

They knelt before him, mouths open and tongues out. Atlas stroked his c**k which was slick with their mixed juices. Soon his balls tightened.

Ropes of c*m shot out, thick and hot. First on Hannah's tongue, then Anola's. He aimed lower, painting t**s, chins, lips. They licked it off each other with their sloppy kissing.

Hannah scooped a glob, sucking her fingers clean. Anola did the same, smearing it across Hannah's n*****s before licking them off.

Atlas kept stroking, milking every drop. c*m dripped from their faces, pooling on the floor.

They collapsed in a heap, their bodies slick with sweat, c*m, and squirt.

But without both of their knowledge, Atlas's phone still recorded from the desk, capturing every filthy second.