Pervert for Life

The sensation of both women’s pussies fluttering around my cock seemed to be a signal to both of them to immediately attack each other.

Calista still reduced her strength greatly until it matched Ivory’s.

Ivory on the other hand condensed a long, slender sword made of crystalline white light.

The crystalline sword moved gracefully through the air as it clashed with the blade in Calista’s grasp.

A crisp, clear clang echoed as sparks flew into the surroundings.

I did not ease them in.

I forced the thick, imaginary cock deeper in one hard push, the flared head spreading their tight holes open until both women felt the full stretch at the same time. Calista’s next strike stuttered. The sudden fullness dragged a wet, filthy sound from between her legs that the clash of steel could not fully cover. Ivory’s crystalline blade wavered. Her thighs clenched hard under her school uniform skirt as the thick shaft bottomed out inside her and stayed there, throbbing.

I began to fuck them in earnest.

Every thrust was deep and deliberate. The thick length dragged along their front walls on the way out, then slammed back in until the head kissed the deepest point of their cunts. Calista’s black lace was already ruined. The fabric was plastered to her swollen folds, and each time I drove into her a fresh gush of slick forced its way past the imaginary cock and soaked further down the crotch of her trousers. The wet sound grew louder. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. She tried to hide it beneath the ringing of swords, but the students closest to the spar were starting to glance at her legs with confused frowns.

Ivory was no better. Under her school uniform skirt her panties were a soaked mess. Clear fluid had already run past the edge of the fabric and down the soft inner skin of her thighs. Every time the two blades met, the impact travelled straight into the cock filling her and made her hips jerk forward in a tiny, involuntary grind. Her pale face was flushed dark. Her lips stayed parted. She kept biting the inside of her cheek to stop the soft, needy sounds that wanted to escape every time I bottomed out inside her.

I made the cock thicker.

Both women felt the sudden stretch at the same moment. Calista’s eyes went wide for a fraction of a second. Her sword arm trembled. Ivory’s crystalline light flickered and nearly vanished before she forced it stable again. Their pussies were forced open around the increased girth, walls fluttering and clenching in desperate little pulses as they tried to adjust. I did not give them time. I started a hard, steady rhythm, the same deep strokes in both of them, as if one cock was shared between instructor and student.

Calista lunged. Ivory met her.

The swords locked. The shock of the impact drove the thick shaft even deeper. Calista’s cunt clenched hard around it. A broken, wet noise left her throat before she could swallow it. Ivory’s knees dipped. Her free hand shot down toward her skirt for half a second before she snatched it back up, but the damage was done. A visible dark patch had spread across the front of her uniform skirt where her juices had soaked through.

I added the mouths again.

Invisible lips sealed over Calista’s stiff nipples and sucked hard, pulling the sensitive peaks deep into wet heat while a phantom tongue flicked the tips in tight circles. At the same time I made the cock inside both women begin a grinding, circular motion at the deepest point, the flared head rubbing relentlessly against the spots that made their thighs shake. Calista’s next swing went wild. Ivory almost landed a clean hit, but the sudden pressure against her own cervix made her cry out softly and stumble.

They were both dripping now.

Calista’s trousers clung to her like a second skin between her legs. Every step produced a soft, filthy squelch. Ivory’s thighs shone with the wetness running down them. The other students watched the spar with growing confusion, sensing something wrong in the way both women moved, the way their breathing had turned ragged, the way their hips kept twitching forward even when they tried to stay focused.

I fucked them harder.

Deep, punishing strokes that forced their walls to stretch and cling. Every withdrawal left them empty for a heartbeat, clenching on nothing, before I slammed back in and forced another gush of slick out of them. Calista’s composure was cracking. Her strikes had lost all precision. She was fighting on instinct alone while her cunt milked the invisible cock in rhythmic, desperate pulses. Ivory’s crystalline sword was flickering constantly. Her eyes were glassy. Her free hand kept hovering near her lower stomach as if she wanted to press down on the place where she felt so full.

I gave them the final stretch.

I forced the cock even thicker and longer for one last series of deep, grinding thrusts, the head battering their deepest points while the shaft rubbed every sensitive ridge inside them. At the same time the invisible mouths on Calista’s breasts sucked harder, teeth grazing her nipples just enough to send sharp spikes of pleasure straight down to her cunt.

Both women broke.

Calista’s orgasm hit first, violent and uncontrollable. Her pussy convulsed around the thick shaft in hard, milking spasms, forcing thick streams of clear fluid out around it. Her knees buckled. The sword nearly slipped from her fingers as her entire body locked and trembled. A broken, wet moan tore out of her throat before she could stop it.

Ivory came a heartbeat later. Her crystalline blade dissolved into scattered motes of light. Her back arched hard. A high, choked cry escaped her as her cunt clamped down and released in pulsing waves. Juices poured down her thighs in visible streams, soaking the lower edge of her school uniform skirt and dripping onto the training ground while her legs shook so hard she could barely stay upright.

In the middle of that shared climax, while Calista’s walls were still spasming and her mind was drowning in the forced pleasure, the space around her shimmered.

She vanished.

One heartbeat she stood in the training field, legs trembling and orgasm still ripping through her. The next she was gone.

She reappeared in the middle of her private quarters.

The sudden change of place did nothing to stop the climax. Her legs gave out completely. She collapsed onto the floor of her bedroom, thighs shaking violently, trousers soaked and clinging. Another hard pulse tore through her and a thick spray of love juices forced its way out, darkening the carpet beneath her in a widening wet patch while her hips jerked helplessly against the empty air.