Chapter 520 – Events to Nomination 8 – Undisciplined Behaviour

Whether it was the drunkenness or the recent happenings in the public and with his family had immunized him against sexual awkwardness, John didn’t feel a hint of inhibition as he stripped down to his underwear and stood there with a very apparent erection. As a matter of fact, all three of them had raging boners hidden under the taut cloth of their boxers, which John allowed himself to look at exactly long enough to be absolutely certain of one thing. He was, indeed, that biggest guy in the room.

Speaking actual body size, John was the smallest out of the trio. Terkal was about 2,20 metres. Guy was a giant, but just as lanky as the Gamer, with even less muscles. His whole body was covered in sharp, midnight blue lines, even his crotch, or what John could see of it. Begged the question whether his dick was tattooed as well. ‘I am not curious enough to investigate,’ he decided.

Standing with his continuous stern look and then suddenly drinking a whole beer in one go, Ted was the most traditionally manly figure. A muscular body, the kind that Batman could be modelled after, with broad shoulders, rippling biceps and covered in small battle scars, none of which were too grizzly to be awful to look at.

All three of them were hairless. The tents in their underpants were definitely not small, they were both well-equipped in their own right, but John simply won.

The three girls whistled when the men had reached the same stage of undress as they had. “Now we are equal,” Imerella gave them an enthusiastic thumbs-up, the motion carrying enough energy to cause her tits to bounce. To be fair, they were so large and soft, pretty much every movement she made caused them to move in some way and all of them were enticing. “Although,” she was reminded of her own upper nudeness, “For complete fairness, I say one of you needs to lose the trunks as well.”

“Ya heard the lady!” Rave laughed, twisting open a bottle of gin that Aclysia had just given to her. “Dicks out for…” she looked at the etiquette of the bottle, took a sip, swirled it around in her mouth to get the whole taste, then gulped, “… for this stuff, Ebmarah Mirror Gin… some Welsh stuff, I dunno. Is good.”

John had a complaint and raised his hand, “HOL’UP THERE, MISSES!”

Rave threw her arms as if she was at gunpoint. “Please, mister, what do you want? I will give ya anything!” she leaned forwards and pulled her bra down just enough to reveal a nipple. “Any-thing,” she repeated slowly.

“I have here with me,” he waved an invisible piece of paper, “a declaration that states – and I quote,” he put on non-existent glasses to read, “’Females are only completely naked if they are completely naked’. Ladies, I see panties on all of you.”

“Semantics,” Chemilia rolled her eyes.

“Want me to get into semantics?” John crossed his arms. “See any of us wearing bras, mhm? If you want the clothing situation in this room to be equal, you should free the tits!” Ted nodded profusely and Terkal shouted something in support.

“More semantic-“ the general with the light pink, almost white, hair was ready to fight this resolution when her bra sailed to the floor. Her breasts had that wonderful balance of size and firmness, definitely enough to marvel at the sight and even more to play with but not large enough that gravity yet forced them to droop. “Imerella!”

“I thought that sounded all very logical,” the oldest general kept her warm smile as she pulled back from the taller woman’s back, where she had just unhooked her bra. John’s eyes were already over at his girlfriend, who was just pulling off her own green piece of lace. Her tits looked exactly the same as they had done this morning. Petite, without any flaw and topped with pretty pink nipples that were hard and looked ready to be eaten, sucked and gently bitten.

“Ya happy, tiger?” his girlfriend asked,

“Very,” John stepped over to the table and took a deep gulp of his drink. A drop of precum oozed through the Preserver, his enchanted underpants. By the time the glass sat back on the table, he had already made a resolution. “Well, since you ladies obliged me,” he opened his menu and turned towards them, “Lemme return the favour.” Suddenly, he was naked.

Two gasps were heard. While he still had something covering it, the two generals must have been able to deceive themselves into believing that their eyes were playing tricks on them. Now that they saw it in the flesh, however, there was no denying the Gamer’s mighty cock.

He leaned against the table and waved Rave closer with one finger. Obliging with a huge grin, she came close enough for him to pull her into his embrace. Her back was against his chest and she instinctually nestled against him. As his hands travelled her curves, the left stopping to roll her nipple between his fingers while the right caressed her stomach, her ass pressed against his cock. The vodka-soaked string of her panties rubbed against his shaft. “How are we on the ‘not wanting to be seen having sex in public’ front?” he whispered a question into her ear. Generally, his girlfriend wasn’t big on exhibitionism.

“Silly you,” Rave purred, turning her neck to kiss him. “This isn’t public and I like these guys and gals.” With no further words she guided John’s hand right into her panties. It wasn’t just alcohol that turned the cloth sticky. She sighed delightfully when he rubbed back and forth over her naked pussy lips, then let out a long moan when he curled his fingers inside. “Oh yes, John,” her tone was permeated with lust, “John,” she repeated when he began fingering her slowly. “Joooohnnnn,” her voice became a high-pitched whining of sexual bliss, only intensified when her boyfriend started kissing her neck. Just a few more strokes of his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit, and she let out a long, tense moan.

Her body trembled under his hands and she supported herself more on his body, her own legs not as reliable as John kept sliding his fingers over a particularly sensitive spot inside her tight folds. Left squishing her breast, soft despite its size, and rubbing the sensitive skin of her areola, he felt her fluttering heartbeat. Taking a deep breath of the scent of her hair, bubble-gum and the summer heat, he asked her, “You liked that?”

“Get me outta these panties,” was her only answer. The atmosphere in the room had long since gone from business to carefree to heated and now reached its final stage with perverse. This display and orgasmic moans from their hosts had broken down every last bit of inhibition the four generals may still have had.

Doubtlessly, Scarlett was watching this whole thing through the re-installed security cameras and having one hell of a masturbation session to it. At least that was the best explanation John had for the rising temperature in the room. Underwear flew around and landed somewhere; nobody cared about it as they got naked. Even Aclysia, who did her work of cleaning the table quickly by throwing all plates and unneeded articles into her inventory, followed that trend, preparing herself to be of use to her master whenever he needed her.

“Mhm, since Rave is occupied right now,” Chemilia stated with a bit of a jealous glance, suddenly having the bottle of gin in her hand. “Teddy, honey, why don’t you take her place in our little game?” The general moved her balanced hourglass figure on the table, right next to John and his girlfriend and spread her legs wide. She had a fair bit of hair above her pussy, shaved into a diamond shape. Her labia was glistening.

Imerella and Ted lost no time and kneeled down between her thighs. Before the alcohol even started flowing, they were already kissing the inside of her legs. Then the pink-haired woman began pouring the liquor and John was momentarily distracted.

The clear liquid started all the way up, making her collarbone glisten, and then made its way through the valley between her breasts. It gathered a bit in the depression of her solar plexus, but the continuous flow kept it going. Over her tense abs it ran, her stretched body showing the softly rippling muscles under her flushed skin in all their well-toned glory. Finally, it arrived at her crotch, were it was eagerly lapped up by her husband and the fellow general and sucked out of her pubic hair.

In the process, Ted and Imerella’s lips met, and soon they were sucking as much on the other’s tongue as they were drinking the alcohol. Chemilia was moaning, as their antics eventually caused them to take turns licking her pussy. The panties were simply ripped off his girlfriend’s crotch when John’s gaze travelled over from Chemilia to the shortstack general’s bent over ass.

It was a fat and plump piece of meat, jiggling just like her tits with every move that she took. Currently left alone, Terkal did exactly what John would have done in his shoes, stepping behind Imerella and giving that bubble butt a slap so hard that it echoed through the room.

“Gaia almighty, I wanted to do that forever,” the tall man said and kneaded the behind thoroughly. Just by looking in the general direction, John got confirmation that his dick was indeed covered in the marks as well. “Permission to spank you some more, general?”

Imerella laughed, wiggling her ass seductively, “Permission granted.” She moaned in a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure when her ass cheeks were treated to more flat-handed strikes, one after the other, both slowly turning darker and darker as more blood flushed in. “Fuck, yes,” she shouted, her face still between Chemilia’s legs but no longer paying any attention to eating her out. The gin was resting in the pink-haired general’s hand, Ted eating out his wives’ pussy only to taste her natural juices.

Out of a sense of competition, John turned his and Rave’s position around. His girlfriend realized immediately what he wanted to do, sitting down on the table exactly like Chemilia had. It only took a moment, then the two had a silent agreement and both readjusted their position. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, ass to ass, their hands found breasts and hair to play with as they made out again. Made out and moaned as the respective boyfriend and husband got down to one of their favourite activities and tasted the honey overflowing from their pussies.

To keep awareness of the situation at large, this was way better than any porn they had ever watched while having sex, John used Possession on several things in the room. While his hands and mouth were paying complete attention to Rave’s thighs and cunt, crabbing her smooth skin and pushing into her gripping folds, he could see the two bombshells in all their glory.

Their lips and tongue only parted when they kept a shot of gin, which they shared like before. Sweet nothings were whispered in their ecstasy filled voices, growing more quivering and unstable the longer this went on. Grabbing tits and ass with heated movements, they only increased their moans.

Terkal had enough of just spanking the oldest general and positioned his cock to grind against her ass. Before he could move a lot or ask if he could fuck her, Imerella turned around. “I have something I always wanted to do myself,” she told Terkal, who had a disappointed look on his face, right until she hugged his waist. It wasn’t some sort of loving embrace, the expression on the shortstack’s face was way too lewd for that. “You are so tall, I always wondered if I could give you a standing tit fuck,” she looked at the head of the bald man’s cock, poking out between her breasts as they spilled around his crotch, only confined in their enormous size by her arm. “I caaaaan,” she mused and moved her chest up and down. Although it was definitely pleasurable as a view, the actual quality of stimulation must have been lacking, alcohol was a terrible lubricant.

“Let me assist you,” Aclysia offered, causing John to pay close attention for a moment. The fun stopped where one of HIS girls touched another man sexually. It was completely unnecessary paranoia, though, and Aclysia was the last girl to betray him in such a manner anyhow. Her assistance was strictly limited to her taking a tube of body oil out and graciously squirting the contents over Imerella’s breasts.

“By the infernal beasts, yesssss,” Terkal hissed as the melon-sized tits became quickly covered in the sticky lube and now glided over his entire cock effortlessly.

“By Imerella’s breasts, you mean,” the same giggled as she redoubled her efforts. Her eyes had an oddly thankful look inside them, but John had his girlfriend to pay attention to.

“Ooohkay…” he heard Rave’s drunk voice to the sound of a bottle being swirled. “I’ve had’nuff alcohol for now… ya can have the rest.” Thanks to Possession, John was prepared for the sudden emptying of the bottle over her chest. “Come on tiger, drink it all up,” she laughed as his long tongue caught the drops and streams and followed them upwards.

“Hey!” Chemilia called out louder than necessary. “I wanded more of dat ya stupid bitsh.” Slurping noises reverberated in John’s ear, and when he had reached his girlfriend’s chest, he found Chemilia sucking on her left tit as if it would start spurting alcohol.

A strong urge to get in next to her and kiss her something fierce took hold of him. With some struggle, he limited himself to licking the remaining liquor off Rave’s other breast instead. They wanted to have the same harem rules as him, and that meant kissing another dude was out of the cards for her and for him it would be disrespectful to kiss another guy’s wife. Instead, he cleaned up Rave and then pinned her down on the table by both arms under his. The empty bottle of gin dropped from her hand in the process and flew into the seating that went along the wall with a soft ‘thud’.

“I want you,” he said something entirely uncreative and obvious, unable to come up with something better. His vision was odd, as if he was standing in a tunnel and the only source of light were her blue eyes, framed by her wild, neon-pink hair. His cock was already in position to thrust inside her.

“Come get me, tiger,” Rave’s voice was surprisingly clear for these words, as she smirked up to him with a nice, teeth-only smile. That was immediately transformed into a wide-open smile as she moaned in delight when he thrust into her. Slowly, he sunk into her folds, tighter than usual. Lubricated from alcohol, spit and (mostly) her own juices, John still had no problem parting her. “Fuck… fuck yes, oh my god, John, I am so horny right now.”

“I can feel that,” he groaned. She was gripping tighter onto him than a small sized latex glove did to a large hand. With his whole weight keeping her pinned down and helping him slide deeper, he stood only on his toes. He was breathing heavily, her spine curved off the table as she moaned loudly. Then he was down to the base and her legs closed behind his hips.

“Holy shit,” Chemilia stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that this monstrous cock fit inside the similar sized girl. Then she pouted, her mouth no longer occupied with anything. “Ted!” she shouted, tapping her unaware husband on the head. “Fuck me, now, hard, yes?” He nodded, after looking up, and his wife made a very surprised noise when she was suddenly turned on her stomach.

“You want it hard,” he issued his second sentence of the entire visit, angling her bent over position so that her mouth was in kissing distance to Rave. Then he gave it to her as hard as she had wanted, slamming right into her glistening folds from behind.

“O-o-o-o-ohh ye-e-s-s-shhh,” Chemilia’s words came out in vocal bursts, each quick thrust making her entire body bounce and pressing the air out of her lungs. She twisted her body and kissed Rave’s neck. John straightened his back and let her hands go to allow her to answer in kind, thirsty for more lesbian displays between those two. They immediately went at each other, as best as they could while they got their pussies pounded by their significant others. “You’re shush a perverted bitch,” Chemilia slurred between sloppy kisses.

“And proud,” Rave took it, gently biting the older woman’s earlobe and causing her to moan. “Senshitive whore yourself, aren’t ya!” she mocked and it went back and forth like that while their bodies shook in unison on the table, the bolts securing it on the floor creaking dangerously to the care of none of their drunk ears.

Although they only saw each other in the periphery, John and Ted were in a contest of fucking their girl harder. A contest in which John was the clear favourite, having higher Strength, Endurance and Libido in addition to his massive cock and unfair sex skills. The measurement he took for that where their moans and Rave was much louder, especially when he fucked her right to her second orgasm.

Of course, she had already been close from the previous attention from his tongue, but the same could be said for Chemilia, who had actually gotten a head start on that front. Still, the general only came herself at the tail end of Rave’s orgasm, giving the room a short window to listen to they symphony of the two orgasmic howls.

Behind them, Terkal took that as his signal to groan out, “I am cumming,” himself. He had been subject to the tit-fuck the entire time, his knees barely holding his weight through all the movement. Up and down, gyrating, squatting to suck on the tip for a while, Imerella had gone through all the motions.

The young looking shortstack doubled her speed at the announcement and bombarded him with sexy lines. “Yes, please. Blow your load all over my massive tits. Cover me in cum, let me taste it,” her freckled face had never stopped smiling. “Terkal, please mark me with your hot semen. Lemme taste it, now!”

The general clenched his teeth and let go. His balls quivered and then he did all the things she asked for. Thick, white seed flew into the air, and after the first spurt came down again on her brown hair, she put her head into her neck and let the rest shower her face, land in her wide open mouth and contrast on the tanned skin of her tits. It was a large load, for a normal man anyway, a dream having come true as Terkal announced, “I wanted to cum on these tits since I first saw them…” he stated, his voice trailing off as he watched the after show.

Imerella gathered as much semen as she could on her fingers and sucked it off them like it was a glaze of sugar. What was stuck on her skin was absorbed into it, and she shivered in a fashion that made John believe immediately that this girl was part elemental. Just like Undine, or the other girls who were purely magic in nature, absorbing the semen of a strong Abyssal caused the short and stacked general to feel undiluted pleasure from the mana inside.

“Oh… Terkal I am so close… so close right now…” she moaned when she was out of his stuff to drink. “You… you won’t stop at my tits, right, right?!” her smile had finally vanished, making room for a desperate horniness.

The answer was the man’s flaccid cock becoming hard again in a matter of seconds. With strength surprising for such thin limbs, he picked the much smaller woman off the floor and smoothly impaled her on his cock. She came immediately, her back slumping away from Terkal, who held her by her broad hips as he fucked her standing.

In a twist, her orgasmic scream, mixed with Rave’s own third orgasm, was what put Ted over the edge in turn. He slammed down into his wife to the base, who let out a high-pitched scream of delight when she felt him filling her up. All three women’s voices intertwined for a moment and reverberated loudly from the room’s walls. Even then, Rave’s voice was clearly discernible and only grew louder when John allowed himself to fill her up with his own hot load.

Every other day, John just came whenever he felt like it. His almost immediate recharge put him in a position where a climax was something he just invited in. Now that he was competing with another man, however, it hadn’t been until he was sure he wasn’t the first that he let loose.

And still, Rave’s walls were squashing down on him tighter than ever, milking him of every drop as he came with relentless passion. Getting filled with her boyfriend’s seed made her eyes roll back in her skull, her fingers curling on the table. Her scream suddenly became the quietest in the room, as she clenched her teeth, her jaw simply shutting closed from the immense pleasure. Primal noises continued to be pressed out of her lungs as she slowly calmed.

Ted admitted his defeat by pulling out of his wife and sitting down for a moment. Chemilia glanced at John’s still erect dick and the large amount of semen that ran out of Rave’s pussy when he pulled out of her, giving away a clear curiosity. However, curiosity it remained. Even witnessing his overpowered sexual prowess, the athletic general had no genuine interest in cheating. Instead, she kneeled down in front of her husband.

Her lips closed around his head and she gave him a slow blowjob, nothing too intense for the post-orgasmic sensitivity. “You fucked me REALLY hard,” her voice was sweet and a bit more sober after her blood and adrenaline had been pumping that intensely for the past ten minutes. “You earned yourself a reward, honey, just keep sitting until I make you hard again.” Her husband just smiled and brushed back her hair. Being worse than John was a wide range and directly below that definitely didn’t lay ‘can’t please a woman’. Chemilia had still come twice.

John was ready to make Rave cum some more, however. A finger pressing against his girl’s sphincter, he looked at her for approval. Although still trembling, her lips gave him a wide smile, and he pushed one, then two fingers into her back entrance. Fingering her ass for a couple of minutes, to lube it up with her juices and stretch it somewhat, he eventually decided to not just fuck her in the boring missionary position again.

Inspired by the happenings, he did as Tarkel, with some important alterations. He turned her around and folded her legs together on the table. His cock penetrated her ass as he bent over her, his hands met and locked in front of her chest. Taking a sharp breath in as the familiar first pain of having her sphincter stretched sharpened her senses, Rave let it all happen to her, blindly trusting John in these things.

Then she was lifted off the table, her kneecaps raised up to her shoulders with John’s arms tucked underneath, securing her position. “Now I can show you what Imerella has been up to,” he told her and turned around. The shortstack was still getting fucked while hanging off Terkal. Although her initial climax had passed, she was still unable to straighten up and her tongue was lolling out in a clear sign of ecstasy. Seeing that curved muscle so unoccupied gave John another idea, “Terkal, mind if we borrow your toy’s mouth?”

The guy looked up from the swaying tits for just long enough to understand the situation. If Imerella ate out of Rave’s cum-oozing pussy, she would feel good, really good. Since the two of them weren’t an item, John was fine with filling Imerella’s mouth with his spunk. He would have kept even indirect transferal of his semen away from claimed females. Even in this situation, he felt it needed to ask. “Go ahead,” Terkal grinned, clearly not as stuck up about such things as John was.

Each step he took towards them was a moan from Rave as her squished body bounced on his massive cock. He overemphasized each movement, making her shift more. The pleasure she derived from this was clear in her voice. “You are so big, John,” she moaned and laughed, “Fuck, stretch me so much.” The pain of the initial penetration was quickly vanishing, leaving her only with the bliss of feeling him inside her.

“Oh my,” Imerella gasped when the creamed cunt of Rave suddenly appeared above her. “For -ahhh- me?” she licked her lips and took hold of the techno lover’s thighs to pull herself up to the treat. “How nice of youuuuu-“ she tasted a drop of his cum through a shallow lick. “Oh my lady ocean!” Those were the last words they heard from her before Imerella burrowed her face inside Rave’s pussy.

Terkal took a sharp breath in as the pussy around him suddenly got tighter. Tighter. Tighter. The worse it got the harder he fucked her, unwilling to let John’s magic be the most powerful sensation she felt. Whether he succeeded in this or not, only the occupied shortstack could say, and her tongue was clearly not available for speech.

Toes curling and fingers digging into Rave’s thighs, even as her whole body was wrecked by orgasms, Imerella refused to stop tasting the mixture spilling out of John’s girlfriend. All the while, the Gamer fucked the delightfully squealing girl’s asshole.

“Fuck…” Terkal pressed out, “too tight… Imerella… I am cumming again…”

“CUM INSIDE ME!” she screamed, immediately going back to lapping up whatever she could from Rave’s pussy. Squelching sounds of fucked holes, the sight of jiggling tits, the slapping of hips against juicy asses, they all overloaded their senses with stimulation. Terkal took one last breath in, one more thrust, then he came for the second time.

Imerella’s reaction was drastic. Well-spanked, fucked and now filled with the magic semen of two men, she suddenly began squirting all over Terkal’s crotch. The explosion of pussy juices against him was met by the tall general with a sudden restart of his movements. Screaming her orgasmic song, Imerella hung from her hips like a ragdoll, the only tenseness in her body being the spasms each thrust of his cock, as it kept filling her with that semen, she so craved – from the entrance down to the womb.

With a last bit of self-control, Terkal pulled out of her and safely got both of them planted on the floor, where they laid down heavily breathing. The only moans in the room where then from Rave, as John entered his own final spurt.

Raising and lowering her entire body in a fitting rhythm to his hips, he brought both of them closer and closer to the edge until they reached their climax simultaneously. The feeling of, admittedly assured, victory mixed with her sweet scent and moans and climactic high as he dropped her down to the base on his cock and filled her second hole up with his cum.

He closed his eyes and just let his cock pulsate and the orgasm roll over him, basking in the glory of the moment. Even through her back, he could feel her pumping heartbeats and their heavy breathing was almost in sync as it slowly calmed as they let the afterglow settle.

“What the hell…” those three words were spoken when he lifted Rave off his dick and let her stand on her own feet, only for her to kneel down and waved Aclysia closer. The weaponized maid had watched this entire thing with jealous passion, not touching herself out of principle. As such, she basically stormed over when her mistress beckoned. They sucked his cock together. Looking over to the speaker, Chemilia, John raised an eyebrow. “Are you ever not hard?” she asked, riding her similarly surprised looking husband.

“Only when I chose not to be,” John grinned.