Black Cat Down 1

Summer fell to the side, her skin glazed in sweat that gave her an almost ethereal shimmer in the low lamplight of hers and Parc's bedrooms. She was panting heavily, shivering and convulsing with every small centimetre of Parc's shaft that left her until finally she clashed with the bed and felt him leave her in full, thus unleashing a tide of his seed from her nethers.

She came to rest on her side, breath heavy as one hand stroked circles over his pecs. "These walls are soundproof right?" she asked with a tremble.

Parc rolled his shoulders a little to give Summer a more comfortable pillow and chuckled, "we're nearly a hundred meters underground and you think soundproofing was one of my concerns when I built this place."

A flush took to Summer's cheeks, "I get that, but what if we… you know… woke up the girls? Or even Khione. I wasn't exactly… quiet." She shrunk inwards, legs clamping together and crotch tightening as if to staunch the flow of his semen.

Turning his head towards her, Parc marvelled at Summer's appearance. She may be past her prime age-wise that is, but she was still beautiful. Her skin smooth with features soft, and now with a healthy layer of fat to her body after the months since their escape from that accursed island. Though she had fat to her, it was the healthy type, the one that gave her meat to hold and thighs for him to squeeze and enjoy.

A mischievous smirk grew to him as he suddenly flipped over and onto Summer, she let out a yelp of surprise as he came to rest on his elbow atop her and legs straddling her own preventing her from escaping—though she had no intention of doing so.

"So what?" he leaned close, close enough that their noses were almost touching. She could practically taste him on her breath, "they know about our relationship. If they didn't want to risk hearing us fuck like rabbits they should have taken the chance to go back to their dorm room."

Parc freed his arm from the back of her head and brought his hand to her cheek and stroked soft lines across her cheekbone.

"Still…" she mulled, "they're just a few rooms over and this place…" she recalled all those times Parc and Kurome had been going at it. Her cries and moans echoed like music through the halls seemingly growing louder with every reverberating inch until Summer couldn't focus on anything but her fingers penetrating her pussy, only adding another note to the licentious noises forever recorded in the walls. "Everything echoes in here." She whispered.

"Does it now?" Parc smirked mischievously. He knew just as well the odd reverberations this place had. Summer was far from the quietest masturbator in the world.

He brought himself lowers, his lips teased just a hair off the side of her sweat addled neck and Summer tilted her head to the side giving him easier access to her nape. "Haa…" sighing as he kissed and suckled on her flesh, Summer shivered.

"Again?" she questioned both seemingly hopefully and unsure.

Parc pulled away, let her see his smirk and let that be all the answer she needed. He was always up for a second round.

She licked her lips, wetting them till they shone a bright red and looked past him to the door. It wasn't anything thing but it wasn't thick either. 'Maybe the girls are still sleeping?' she hoped.

Gulping down a slathering of saliva, she dug both hands between their bodies and found Parc's manhood dangling down almost touching her belly even as he kept himself off her. She panted at its moist touch, it was coated in her juices making it slick and even from there she could smell the thick musk his cock was always emanating from it addling her lusting receptors into action.

Slowly she began to stroke it, gently squeezing and massaging it until it was as hard as it could go.

Parc grunted pleasurably into her ear leading her to nibble her lower lip. His hand fell from her cheek and trailed a soft, tickling line down her shoulder and to her breast. Her nipples stood to attention, having remained as solid as diamond since long before their first session this evening.

As his hand pressed her breast he felt the plumpness and pertness of her tit and began to massage it, relishing the feeling of her cherry-red nipple against his palm.

"You've really lost it," he whispered to her, "feels like just yesterday where you were doubting our relationship."

Summer danced her fingers gently around his glans drawing sweet twitches from his manhood. "I still do. I'm way too old for a boy like you." She let one hand fall from Parc's cock and brought it to her crotch and stroked along her slit, feeling the slickness of his cum dashing her labia blended with her womanly nectar.

Parc chuckled but in it, she could hear a shiver every time her fingers came to the underside of his frenulum. "I don't care."

She knew that for a long time now. Parc was as degenerate as they came. "You're…" she trailed off, her stroking halted as she looked Parc deep in his crimson eyes. "You're really going to go after my daughters?"

He paused eyed her expression and nodded, "you've known that for a while now Summer."

Mulling, Summer bite her lip till it went white. She couldn't stop Parc, she knew that there was too much lust with him, one that could never be quelled with her and the other girls he already had. If she were to liken him to anything, it was an addict, his drug women and sex. Part of her knew it was something ingrained in him, that some part inside him was always destined to be dragged along this perverse pathway.

"Just… Ruby… please, you have to wait till her birthday."

His brow rose at Summer's concerned tone, she wasn't going to argue against him taking them. Not again. Parc then nodded, "don't worry. I won't touch her till then. Yang on the other hand…" he bobbed as if insinuating something.

Low laughter escaped Summer, "you know Yang's more likely to rip your balls off right?"

"Only because of Ruby." Parc pushed himself to himself upright and stared down at Summer's glistening nude body. Her curves modest though still exquisite with breasts pert and full with nipples practically hungering for his touch. Swallowing a lusting lump of saliva, he came to spreading her legs and moved himself to sit between her legs.

Summer glanced down past her breasts as they lay just slightly flattened against her chest and eyed Parc's muscled body. His scars his trophies giving him this roguish appeal that scratched a separate area deep in her nethers. Further down she eyed his cock, it stood high, slightly curved and trembled with every pump of blood sent to it.

Even now it horrified her how a boy like him could be so well hung. It made no sense to her, Tai was barely half his size and Tai was hung. At least, that was her opinion till Parc had come around.

She gulped as Parc gripped her outer thighs, his fingers digging into her recovered flesh and pulled her onto his thighs leaving her with a slight arch right above her rump.

It was a ridiculous position, ridiculous that in just being in it she felt like a whore. For some inexplicable reason that only seemed to make her pussy drip with juices even more.

Parc licked his thumb and brought it down to her smoothened slit—Summer having recently taken to shaving down there—and pulled open her labia letting just a bit more of his cum ooze out of her and marvelled at his handiwork.

"I wonder what your daughters would think if they saw you like this." With another bounce, he arched her lower back more and readied his cock by grasping the base and guided the tip towards her waiting cunt.

A flush stole her cheeks. Surely they'd be in shock, she was their supermom but whenever this boy was involved it seemed the only thing she could see herself as was a sow in heat.

Raising her hands over her head, she grasped handful bundles of the bedding and readied herself for his first thrust and muttered, "that I'm a terrible mom?" a tittering breath escaped Parc.

"Your far from a terrible mother, Summer."

As his glans pushed into her pussy, Summer winced, her chest tightening as a low moan rumbled forth. "Ahh. I'm—haa, sleeping with a boy half my age. I'm pretty sure that counts as a terrible m-AHHH!"

Suddenly Parc dug his finger deep into her thick thigh flesh and pounded his hips, drilling his cock far into her pussy until he was knocking against the deepest parts of her body. Her cry rang through the halls, echoing until her throat turned scratchy.

No matter how many times he felt his thickness penetrating her it was always mind-meltingly good. Something about his shaft was unearthly, that just feeling it inside was enough for even the most hard-hearted of women to fall into bitchdom—as Kurome frequently called it.

"Terrible is subjective," Parc grunted and pulled back only to ram forwards earning licentious squelches as his semen escaped in foam around his cock. "I'm a terrible person," he began, a hand fell free from her hip and moved to grip tight her left tit, squeezing it till the mammary fell between his digits. "And yet, some people would call me an amazing person."

"Haa-ahh, fuuuuck." Breathing became arduous as every time air escaped her chest would heave and her spin would arch and her mind would shiver to white as many miniature orgasms joined her.

"Thing is…"

"Ahh—ahh, fuck, fuck fuck ohhh..." Muscles across Summers body contracted causing her legs to lock tight around Parc's back, unwilling to release him until he filled her hungering womb with his cum to fuel that little womanly instinct that had been growing increasingly profound over the months. Her toes also curled to hooks as her pussy clamped tighter, though never enough to make the act of ploughing through her tunnels painful. The many nubules and coiling muscles inside her were far too slickened with her girl-cum to ever allow anything like that.

"You haven't done anything to deserve it. While I," he gripped her hip tighter and a cold, the domineering expression grew to him. "I live it."

***

As it was turning out, staying the night in a room smelling of Parc was proving to be a terrible idea. After what he'd done to her, Blake could still feel his tongue touching her own, feel his hands touch her hips and digging into her thighs. She could feel 'it' pressing against her belly, now all coming in vengeance to ruin her calmness, causing her to feel a tightness down there.

Whether that was lust, her sheer horniness after being around Parc, she considered it to be only a part of the tightness.

The other part though… was because she needed to pee.

And badly at that.

'I shouldn't have drank so much...' she internally lamented.