Santa Luisa Ch. 04

"You mean you actually could get me pregnant?" Carla's voice sounded excited as she picked up her pace, plowing Mark's ass mercilessly.

"Sure, darling, if you want me to," the tall flight attendant giggled.

"Oh, we should definitely do it," the buxom Mexican moaned ramming her monstrous clit deep and hard into her victim's ass. "Did you fucking hear that bitch? You males have become fucking obsolete! We no longer need you to fucking procreate! So, all you are good for now is taking our big clits up your tight little asses and down your snug little throats! Oh yes, baby, take it like a good little fuckslut you are!"

"All right, slutboy, you've actually done a pretty decent job cleaning that seat, call me impressed," Mark heard Teresa's approving voice. "Come here, I've got a reward for you," she cupped his cheeks between her hands urging him to look up at her. Her uniform blouse was completely unbuttoned; even if she wore a bra underneath, she must have removed it in the meantime leaving her chest fully exposed. "Like what you see, hun?" she grinned coyly.

Oh shit! The sight that opened before his eyes was probably the most perfect pair of tits in the entire universe! It almost made him forget about what Carla was doing to him at his rear end. Teresa's bust was generous, to be sure, but not excessively so. Her globes appeared perfectly firm, yet they looked completely natural. Well, fuck, of course, she grew up from a genetically augmented embryo, he reminded himself, but did it really matter? These boobs were a fucking masterpiece! His mouth watered.

"I can tell that you are!" the flight attendant giggled teasingly. "Would you like to feel them?"

"May I?" Mark asked hesitantly.

"Of course, silly! I even insist on it," Teresa grinned, guiding his face toward her left globe. "Kiss it!"

He complied eagerly. Her skin was smooth and silky, her flesh felt firm and soft at the same time. He caressed her delicacy it with his lips and was rewarded by her soft moan of pleasure.

"Oh, you are liking this, aren't you?" she cooed.

"Very much, ma'am," he replied truthfully.

"Mmmmm... would you like to suck my nipple?" she asked in a deep sensual voice.

"Yes," he acknowledged.

"Then you're in luck, I guess," she chuckled, guiding his mouth toward her delicate dark bud. "Cuz this happens to be exactly what I would like you to do. Carla, would you be a dear and make sure he's not having too much fun with this? He must remember we are doing this for my pleasure, not his."

"Always happy to oblige, darling," Carla's voice giggled from behind. She picked up her pace and made a point of making her trusts even deeper and more powerful than before while pulling hard on the chain of Mark's cuffs and slapping him hard across his ass cheeks again and again. "Oh yes, take it, bitch!" she moaned. "Does that hurt? Well, guess what, it's fucking supposed to!"

Yes, it did hurt. A lot! But Mark has experienced so much pain and sufferings in the past couple of hours already that he seemed to have perfected his skill of pushing those unpleasant sensations into the back of his mind while clinging to what little thoughts he could come up with that actually seemed to be pleasant and arousing. Felicia was a fucking rapist and as much of an evil bitch from Hell as it gets... but he was, in fact, grateful to her for this particular piece of advice.

Luckily, Teresa was providing him plenty of distraction now. He suckled and nibbled on her delicious raisin trying to lose himself in the act as much as he could. It quickly grew hard inside his mouth and she was rewarding him with soft and exquisite moans of pleasure. "Oh yes, baby, you are doing this very well! Do not stop!" He could feel one of her hands was firmly pressing his head against her chest, but he had no way of knowing what the other one was doing. Was she playing with herself? All he could see from his current angle was the smooth plain of her upper chest, a blissful expression on her beautiful face and the fire of passion burning bright in her remarkable dark amber eyes.

Mark had lost track of time. Carla was getting more and more brutal at the other end, but he didn't want to think of it. His mind was completely consumed by the work he was doing on Teresa's gorgeous firm nipple. Damn, why did it feel so good pleasuring this mean cruel creature? Both women's moans were becoming more intense, their breathing more irregular. "Oh fuck, I am cloooose!" the beautiful stewardess exclaimed. "Let's do this together!" So, she was masturbating with her free hand!

"Almost there, daaaaarling! Ready when youuuuu are," Carla's voice replied through heavy moans.

"Just giiiive me a seeecond!" Teresa moaned very intensely. "Ohhhhhh yessssss, baaaaaby, suuuuuuck iiiiit! Suck it harder! Your meal is almost ready!"

What the fuck did she mean?

"Nooooooooow!" the gorgeous flight attendant moaned. The next instant, Mark felt warm liquid erupting from Carla's phaloclitoris into his guts, but he already knew what to expect there from his previous experience with Felicia. However, he absolutely wasn't expecting that a second fountain would come to life inside his mouth at the same time... Oh fuck, Teresa was actually lactating! He'd never seen a woman lactate before; not that he would remember at least... But from what he recalled from his high school anatomy classes, he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to happen like this. It felt much more like Teresa was ejaculating with her nipple.

Yet, the fluid pouring into his mouth was definitely milk! Because it came so unexpectedly, Mark almost choked on it at first. However, the taste was so exquisite and delicious that it felt like a sacrilege to let any of this divine substance go waste; so, he's done his very best to swallow it all. There was no real way to relate this sensation... yes, this sweet nectar did taste a little like cow's milk... but putting it this way would be like comparing fois gras prepared by a renowned French chef to fried chicken liver. How do you describe the taste of sturgeon caviar to someone who'd never tasted it? You can't! Well, Teresa's milk was exactly that kind of delicacy. This was the taste to die for! This was the taste to kill for! It even made him forget about the warm intoxicating sensation spreading through his body from his guts for a few long moments.

"Wasn't that the best fucking meal you've ever had, slut?" Teresa cooed. Mark couldn't exactly answer her question as her strong hand was still holding his head, keeping his mouth firmly pressed against the soft flesh of her gorgeous breast. "You do not need to answer that; I know how good it tastes..." she giggled. "Licia's been letting me suck her tits since her mammary glands started growing. But since I'm enjoying this very much as well, we are going to do this quite often! See, there are a few bright sides to your new situation... By the way, Carla, darling, please try to stay hard. I've got a pretty fun idea for afterwards, but it won't work if you let your clit retract."

"Fuck, how do I do that?" the other woman groaned from behind. Her appendage was still securely stuffed into Mark's ass, but he though he already started to feel it softening and getting smaller.

"Just concentrate on not letting it retract," Teresa instructed. "Thinking of something sexy might help." She paused for a few seconds. "Hmmm... I think I have an idea. Marky, why don't you be a dear and help her a little? Massage her clit with your ass ring! You will do this for me, won't you?" This time she finally released her grip on his head to let him answer.

Well, fuck, helping Carla to stay hard so that she could continue abusing him!? But then again, making Teresa angry definitely didn't seem like a good idea, especially since she appeared to be in a rather pleasant mood right now. "I don't suppose I have a choice?" he asked half-heartedly, making it sound more like a statement than a question.

"With me, you always have a choice, hun," she grinned at him in response. "But we already know what happens when you make a wrong choice, don't we?"

Right! "Of course, ma'am... happy to oblige," he said submissively and started squeezing his former lover's new 'feature' with the muscles of his sphincter.

"That's a good boy!" Teresa ruffled his hair affectionately just as Carla moaned with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, this feels good! Why the fuck weren't you doing it when I was fucking you?"

Mark left her question without reply; she probably didn't care to hear it anyway. He could feel her noticeably hardening again. Why the hell was he feeling so dizzy? Why was his head spinning? "Ma'am, may I ask you a question?" he looked up at Teresa. She mentioned she was working part-time at her mother's clinic; as a health professional she might know.

"You sure may, hun," she smiled at him. "I cannot promise I'll answer, but it never hurts to ask," her smile widened into a wicked grin.

Ok, she still seemed to be in a pretty good mood... "Why am I feeling like I'm drunk?"

"Oh, that!" she chuckled in amusement and patted his cheek. "You're 'high' on altoine, silly! What did you expect? Carla just shot a big load into your ass while you've been gulping down up my milk so eagerly."

"Uhm, what's altoine?" he looked at her confused. "You've used this word a few times while you were talking to Carla earlier, but I've never heard of it before. It sounds a bit like 'cocaine', but it also seems to have your last name in it... is it drug of some sort?"

"Uhm, right," she gave him another amused smile. "Of course, you wouldn't know anything about it, silly me! Yeah, it's a drug and yeah, it's called after my mom since she's the one who invented it. We've got it in our cum and in our milk... but it's much more potent when absorbed directly into the bloodstream through rectum walls then when administered orally, since much of it gets broken down by the gastric acid. It kinda makes you feel drunk, but is pretty harmless otherwise."

Well, that certainly explained what he was feeling now and he now remembered feeling something similar after Felicia came into him for the first time... the intoxication symptoms seemed to be even stronger then. But if it was harmless, as she claimed, why was it designed in the first place? "Is it addictive?" he ventured a guess.

"Oh yes, very!" a predatory grin appeared on her pretty face. "A single load of girlcum dumped into your ass makes you a junkie... you've had three already, so there is no hope for you. The withdrawal symptoms are actually quite severe and could kill you if you don't get a dose for over 72 hours. But you shouldn't worry about that, sweetie!" she chuckled. "With me, Licia and Ranny around, there'll be very little chance of you going without your medicine for too long!"

Oh fuck! "Is this why your mother created it?" He dared another question. "To hook other people up?"

"Oh no, hun!" Teresa laughed. "Addiction is merely a welcome side effect; the main purpose of altoine is to enable imprinting. I'll tell you all about it some other time... But right now, I want you to make me hard!" She spread her legs invitingly pointedly caressing her elegant slit glittering with wetness. "You do know what to do, don't you?"

Mark nodded obediently and buried his head between her gorgeous thighs.