The Heart System Chapter 523

Tessa started to thrust it forward. The action was slow-going; the banana's girth created a dull, unyielding pressure from its skin that caught Jasmine off guard. I observed from overhead, my fingers clamped on the couch's rear as I held a consistent, churning tempo within her pussy. The double onslaught was obviously shattering Jasmine's thoughts. She found herself sandwiched between the scorching, slick drag of my cock and the frigid, penetrating wideness of the fruit from behind.

At first, the banana scarcely penetrated, her muscles resisting the invasion fiercely. With a grunt, Tessa leaned in harder, her hand squeezing the fruit's base to shove the initial inches beyond the ring.

"God, you’re so tight, Jas," Tessa mocked, her words dampened by being so close to Jasmine’s thighs. "Maybe you need more ’stretching’ in your workout routine."

"Fuck you!" Jasmine yelled, though the retort lacked edge as her spine curved sharply, her inner walls squeezing me with such force I almost stumbled.

Tessa managed to bury it sufficiently to hold position, then she started manipulating it. Not merely shoving; she rotated it, exploiting the banana's innate bend to strike areas Jasmine had never experienced. I accelerated once more, my pelvis a frenzy of movement as I pounded her front while Tessa tended her rear.

The living room echoed with... bizarre noises, the couch's desperate groaning, the slick, slurping clash of the twin penetrations, and Jasmine’s fragmented, senseless babble. She was utterly lost, her psyche splintered by the intense barrage of sensations. Her grip on her ankles turned her knuckles pale, her head whipping side to side on the velvet.

"Evan! Evan! I’m breaking! I’m breaking!" she cried, her voice bouncing off the lofty ceilings. "FUUUCK! FUCK, FUCK!"

"That’s it, Jas! Take it all!" I bellowed, my thumbs pressing into her hipbones as I unleashed all my remaining fury.

Tessa laughed now, a deep, victorious chuckle syncing with my pumps on the banana. She fixated on Jasmine’s expression, relishing each twitch and wail of ecstasy. The "Villain" within me devoured the scene—two of the city's mightiest women degraded to this chaos on a mundane Tuesday morning.

The room's tension hit a breaking threshold. Jasmine’s whole frame seized in a brutal, stiff seizure. Her eyes flipped upward into her skull, and a prolonged, broken howl tore from her throat—a noise so primal it barely seemed human.

Her orgasm hit with ferocious power. It erupted as a colossal, total-body blast triggering waves of vise-like contractions inside. The outburst was so ferocious, her peak's squeeze so overpowering, that the banana from her asshole got forcefully expelled. It shot out with a sloppy, resounding smack, ricocheting off Tessa’s shoulder before skidding over the hardwood like a yellow missile.

Tessa dropped back on her heels, bursting into a clear, hearty laugh at the fruit lying three feet distant. "Holy shit! You actually launched it, Jas! That’s a new record!"

Jasmine collapsed into the cushions, her limbs dropping limply, her chest rising and falling as if after a grueling race. She appeared utterly demolished, gaze unfocused and flesh shimmering with perspiration.

"You bastard..." she gasped, her tone a faint whisper. "I... fuck... my asshole... Tessa, I’m going to kill you when I can move again..."

I kept going. Seeing her drained and shattered just propelled my own peak surging forth. Teetering on the brink, the pent-up throb from the restroom morphed into a searing torrent of eruption.

"Fuck..." I snarled, my jaw locked tight with pain. "I’m close... I’m right there, Jas. Don’t you move."

I seized the couch's edges and launched into a last, merciless dash, my hips crashing against her with wild, ponderous impacts that shook the entire structure. Nothing else mattered. I craved only to flood her completely.

I didn’t stop. The sight of Jasmine spent and broken, her legs still twitching from the ’assault’ of the banana, only made my own climax roar toward the surface. I was right on the edge, the blue-ball ache from the restroom and the visual overload of the living room finally turning into a white-hot surge of release.

I gripped the sides of the velvet couch, my knuckles turning white as I began the final sprint. My hips slammed into her with a desperate, heavy force that made the whole frame tremble and slide across the hardwood. I didn’t care about the neighbors, the time, or the mess. I just needed to empty myself into her.

"Fuck..." I said, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. "I’m close... I’m right there, Jas!"

With one final, lunging thrust that bottomed out deep against her cervix, I felt the dam break. My entire body went rigid, my head snapping back as I finally exploded inside her. It was a massive, violent release, pulse after pulse of heat filling her up, milking every bit of frustration from the entire night out of my body. I poured into her, an endless flood that felt like it was being drawn from my very marrow.

Because she was already so slick and overstimulated, the sheer volume of the climax couldn’t stay contained. As I stayed buried deep, I could feel the heat overflowing, a steady, warm stream of cum spilling out from where we were joined and running down the curve of her thighs onto the couch cushions.

"OHH... FUUUCK! Jasmine... oh..."

I slowly pulled back, the sound a wet, heavy pop in the quiet room. I slumped against the back of the couch, my chest heaving as I tried to remember how to breathe.

Tessa, still crouching on the floor, watched the aftermath with a predatory glint in her eyes. She reached out, her fingers catching a bit of the overflow, before she leaned over and picked up the unpeeled banana that had previously been launched across the room.

Slowly, she peeled the yellow skin away. Tessa didn’t eat it. Instead, she looked at me, then at the mess between Jasmine’s legs, and offered a wicked, silent smile.

She leaned forward, and while Jasmine was still dazed and staring at the ceiling, Tessa pushed the peeled banana into Jasmine’s soaking pussy. She used the fruit like a sponge, swirling it around to gather the fresh, thick cream I’d just left behind. She coated the entire length of the banana until it was glistening and white.

"Hey, Jas," Tessa whispered, pulling the fruit back out.