My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 277: Shifting Positions (r-18)

Another slap—harder—left a bright red handprint blooming across her flushed skin. He alternated—smack to Maddie’s ass, then smack to Sierra’s jiggling cheeks—keeping both women rocking and whimpering under the sharp, rhythmic sting while he never slowed the brutal fucking.

Sierra’s cunt clamped down like a fist around his thrusting cock—walls spasming in violent waves as the first orgasm hit like a freight train. She squirted hard—clear, forceful jets blasting out around his shaft, soaking his balls, spraying Maddie’s thigh, running in hot rivers down the chaise.

Her whole body shook; ass bounced wildly with every punishing impact; broken sobs tore from her throat—"Fuck—Phei—harder—"—voice cracking as he pounded straight through the spasms, forcing more cream to froth and bubble at the base of his cock.

He hauled Maddie closer—bent her low so her tits dragged across Sierra’s back, faces inches apart.

One hand stayed locked on Sierra’s hip, slamming her back onto his cock with every upward snap; the other cracked down again—SMACK SMACK SMACK—alternating vicious slaps between their quivering asses, turning both sets of cheeks bright, glowing red.

Maddie moaned filthy encouragement into Sierra’s ear—"Take it—fuck yes—let him ruin you"—while her own pussy dripped untouched, slick trailing down her inner thighs from the sheer overstimulation of the slaps and the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

Phei’s cock throbbed thicker inside Sierra—veins pulsing hot against her fluttering walls—as he switched to shorter, faster, deeper jabs that kept her pinned and suspended on the edge of the chaise.

Her tits scraped the leather; arms trembled; next climax built merciless under the relentless pounding.

Maddie came next—just from the slaps, the heat, the sight and sound of Sierra getting railed.

Her cunt clenched on nothing; thighs quaked; a guttural cry ripped free as she came hard, squirting in sharp pulses that splashed Sierra’s side and dripped onto the cushions. Phei kept spanking her through it—harder—red handprints overlapping until her ass glowed like fire.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t breathe.

Just kept fucking Sierra raw—hips snapping like pistons, cock slamming balls-deep over and over—while his free hand rained stinging slaps across both their bouncing, reddened asses, driving them both straight toward another violent, squirting, screaming peak with zero fucking mercy.

Then; Phei, ever the unyielding master of their unraveling ecstasy, shifted gears like a storm breaking—muscles rippling under sweat-glistened skin as he scooped Maddie up effortlessly in one arm.

Her legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, her soaked pussy smearing warm, slippery trails across his abs as she ground down shamelessly for any friction she could steal. He felt the little tremor in her thighs already, that telltale quiver he’d come to crave. Gods, she’s close again already, he thought, a dark thrill curling in his gut.

He loved how fast she tipped over the edge these days—like her body had forgotten how to hold back.

Sierra lay sprawled face-up on the chaise—thighs splayed wide, back arched off the leather, hands pinned above her head by her own white-knuckled grip on the cushions. Her chest rose and fell in short, ragged bursts; every exhale came with a soft, involuntary whimper.

Phei lowered Maddie down perfectly aligned atop her—chests pressed flush, tits smashing together in soft, heaving friction; Maddie’s ass stacked high above Sierra’s mound so their swollen, glistening cunts lined up vertically, lips brushing in slick, accidental contact, juices mingling in hot, sticky trails that ran between them like shared secrets.

No hesitation. Pure dominance.

He angled his cock—already throbbing thick, veins standing out like twisted ropes—against Maddie’s entrance first. The blunt head nudged her puffy folds apart; she hissed through her teeth at the stretch.

With a low growl rumbling in his chest, he thrust in savage—burying eight brutal inches to the hilt in one fluid, claiming stroke.

Maddie’s scream shattered high and raw; her walls stretched violently around him, cervix kissed hard. He felt her flutter immediately, that helpless little spasm that always came first, and it pulled a rough, satisfied sound from his throat.

Fuck, yes—there it is. He locked her hips in his iron grip, legs planted wide and unyielding like pillars, knees locked straight so every upward drive carried maximum power.

"Jesus, Maddie," he muttered against her shoulder, voice rough and half-laughing, breath hot on her skin. "You’re gonna drown us both at this rate."

She whimpered something incoherent—half protest, half plea—hips jerking back like she couldn’t decide whether to run from it or chase it harder. He knew that sound. Knew it meant she was already climbing again, even though her legs were shaking so bad he had to tighten his grip under her ass to keep her from sliding off.

His mouth sealed over her shoulder; teeth sank in a sharp bite that made her gasp and jerk—fresh red mark blooming instantly on her skin while his legs flexed subtly, toes curling hard into the carpet for extra leverage; the micro-bounce made her cunt clench tighter around him.

At the same time his tongue lashed out, tracing a wet, teasing line up her neck to her earlobe. He sucked it hard between growled words: "Take it all." Her answering whine vibrated against his lips. One of his leg shifted back half a step, widening his stance; hips snapped sharper, deeper, the new angle dragging a broken sob from Maddie.

Mouth claimed her lips—messy, tongue-fucking kiss that swallowed every moan she tried to muffle, both knees bent now, coiling like springs; the next upward jab came faster, harder, shaking the whole stack of them.

Hs teeth grazed her jawline just so slightly then; nipping possessively. Hot whisper against her skin: "Squeeze me tighter."

She obeyed instantly—walls fluttering in frantic pulses. His right leg hooked around Sierra’s thigh below, yanking her lower body closer so the indirect friction made Sierra’s hips twitch upward helplessly.

His mouth dropped to Maddie’s tit—sucking the nipple deep, tongue swirling vicious circles until it pebbled harder under the assault.

Sierra, trapped underneath, let out a broken little laugh of her own—breathless, wrecked. "She’s not the only one soaking everything," she managed, voice cracking as his next slow grind dragged the base of his cock across her swollen clit. "Feel that? You’re dripping all over my stomach now."

Phei grinned—feral, unapologetic—and rolled his hips in a deliberate circle, letting them both feel the wet slide of his length moving inside Maddie while the head nudged Sierra’s entrance below in teasing promise.

Another fresh pulse of Maddie’s slick leaked out, warm and copious, painting Sierra’s skin in glossy streaks.

His legs straightened explosively—final thrust so forceful her whole stacked body jolted forward. Maddie’s cunt convulsed wildly mid-count—walls rippling in brutal spasms, squirting hot jets around his shaft that splashed Sierra’s mound below and ran in messy rivers between their pressed bodies.

On the tenth thrust, he felt the warm rush coat him, run down his balls, drip onto Sierra—he loved that part most, the way her release just kept coming, thick and unstoppable, making every slide inside her feel filthy and perfect.

But he didn’t let himself linger. Yanked out with a wet pop; Maddie’s pussy gaped pink and quivering, slick strings stretching from his veined length to her lips before snapping.

Switch. Seamless. Masterful.

His cock—now swelling girthier, nine punishing inches thick as a wrist, head bloated darker—dipped lower to Sierra’s waiting cunt, aligned flawlessly beneath.

He rammed in deep—no mercy, balls slapping wet against her ass as she howled. Her walls clutched desperately at the increased stretch; he felt the difference immediately, how much tighter she gripped when he went bigger like this.

A low, appreciative groan rumbled out of him.

One. Mouth latched onto Maddie’s ass cheek above—biting hard enough to leave teeth imprints while Sierra bucked beneath them both.

Two. Legs scissored slightly apart—one foot planted firm, the other sliding forward for torque; the shift changed the angle just enough to make Sierra’s breath hitch sharply.

Three. Tongue flicked out to lap at the mingled squirt still dripping from Maddie onto Sierra’s skin—salty-sweet, warm on his tongue.

Four. Knees dipped low, then exploded upward in a piston-like surge that shook the chaise beneath them.

Five. Mouth claimed Sierra’s calf—sucking and nipping the taut muscle as he held her leg high with one hand.

Six. One leg wrapped fully around both women’s tangled thighs, locking them tighter together so every thrust rocked them as one unit.

Seven. Lips brushed Maddie’s ear from behind—hot breath growling: "Feel her scream through you." Maddie shuddered hard at the words.

Eight. Legs straightened wide again, but with a subtle twist—grinding the thick base against Sierra’s clit on the in-stroke until her hips jerked involuntarily.

Nine. Tongue dove between their stacked asses—lapping greedily at the slick, messy junction where everything met.

Ten. Both legs braced like anchors—final slam so forceful Sierra’s back bowed off the cushions, a keening cry tearing from her throat.

Ten thrusts!