Girls on Film [Fairy Tail]

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia finds herself meeting a photojournalist for a private interview in his hotel room. But when she finds Mirajane and Erza already there, it seems the interview is going to take a more intimate turn.

Credit: Rabiator

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Lucy Heartfilia checked the small note she'd had folded in her pocket, reading the address printed on it. Apparently, some photographer from Sorcerer Magazine Monthly wanted to interview her and take some pictures for an article in next month's issue, highlighting her growing fame. She was supposed to meet him in some hotel to discuss things, here in Crocus and though Lucy knew her way around, the Flower Blooming city was still daunting in its size. After she was certain she had the place memorized, she crumpled the paper and put it away, smoothing the edge of her skirt, blue with white trim as she headed into the hotel lobby.

As usual, her appearance caught more than a few appreciative and lustful glances, which Lucy was used to. Her trim form seemed to shrink in above her hips, her slender waist on full display along with her lean stomach, with a short top that looked somewhat like a formal school uniform covering her full, large chest. It wasn't the fanciest or flashiest outfit she owned, because she didn't want her looks (impressive as they were) to dominate the interview. After all, she was a respected and talented member of Fairy Tail, and far more than a pretty face. Though she was something special, when it came to that.

Inside she was a little nervous, as she'd never had a full one on one interview before. She hid it well, smiling brightly at the hotel receptionist, a pale woman of advanced years with a somewhat plain face who seemed to recognize her.

"Ah, Ms. Heartfilia, welcome! I've been told to expect you. Mr. Slade is up in room 910."

Lucy thanked the woman for her kindness (the little brass tag she wore said her name was Wendy) and headed for the stairs. Probably best to burn off some of this nervous energy she had. Though as she drew nearer to the ninth floor by leaps and bounds, trim legs flexing, ass cheeks jiggling and breasts bouncing, Lucy wondered why she had anything to be nervous about, really. After all, she was a powerful wizard, and belonged to the strongest guild in Fiore, with a sense of adventure about her, just a glance at the back of her hand was enough to remind anyone of that. And anyone who was out of the loop so badly as to not know about that-well, they'd still be impressed by her sheer beauty and sex appeal.

Lucy walked down the hallway of the ninth floor, her little blue high-heeled boots practically silent on the soft carpet, her face calm and composed. This was just her first proper interview, and she simply wanted to make a good impression for her own sake as well as Fairy Tail. At least this reporter seemed to have some money behind him, if he could afford a room in a hotel this nice, with decorative potted plants and tasteful pictures on the walls, she thought. Though that might also have showed how interested Sorcerer Magazine was in her, which caused her heart to swell with a bit of well-deserved pride. Really she wasn't sure where her earlier nerves had come from, or why they were proving so hard to banish from her mind.

'After all, this isn't like my gravure modeling days. Now people, even dumb perverted men, have to take me seriously!'

She was right, of course, but perhaps not in the way she might have hoped.

She found the room easily enough, though she had to check as she couldn't quite make out the door number. This was due to the simple yet odd fact that the door itself was open nearly all the way, as though in silent invitation of any who might wander this hall. Had Mr. Slade left it open for her, or simply forgotten to close it behind him? Images of an overly familiar, pot-bellied sort of man flooded Lucy's mind, or else a slovenly sort with dirt on his hands and stains on his clothes. Or...what if something more dangerous had happened here, a break-in maybe?

Well she wasn't going to find anything out standing in the hallway. Lucy was a member of Fairy Tail, she wasn't afraid of an open door!

"Hello?" She stepped forward without fear or caution, but still moving slowly so as to not be rude. Her lithe legs were taut, perfectly on display as she entered slowly.

"Mr Slade, are you here? It's Lucy Heartfilia, of Fairy Tail." Bolstered by the reputation of her guild, and her own renowned skill, Lucy's pride-and full chest-swelled a bit as she closed the door behind her out of habit.

The hotel room was large and expansive, clearly the kind of place where meetings and important discussions would take place and not just a place for a traveler to rest. She looked around a bit, both searching for the room's supposed occupant as well as just taking it in. Large windows, a sort of conference room, and then what looked to be a sort of lounge area with large leather chairs, a round oak table and a rather shiny drinks tray of glass and gleaming bronze with all kinds of bottles, shakers and accessories, she could only guess what half of them were for.

But no sign of anyone else, at least not visually. As Lucy became still, taking in the well-furnished yet empty expanse of the suite's first two rooms, her senses were able to focus more clearly. The room was a bit dirty, though not as much as she might have thought from the sloppiness of the open door. Instead things just looked lived in, and recently-cushions on chairs smushed and imprinted, the tables askew as they moved for meetings and then left in their new positions, lampshades crooked. There was also a strange scent in the air that Lucy put down to that strange mix of hotel cosmetics-functional enough but never as nice as what a person might choose for themselves.

But more pressing than any of that was a noise. A wet, kind of slurping, almost squelching sound. It sounded almost familiar to Lucy, very moist, with a kind of organic...lip-smacking sound? Whatever it was, it was coming from further inside the room. Was Jerome...eating something, perhaps? There was an undercurrent of hunger to the sound, that was clear enough to Lucy. Certainly enjoying himself-again she wondered if this man's waist-band might be as expansive and impressive as the size of the hotel suite itself.

"Mr. Slade?" She called out again, a bit more confidently this time. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but Lucy was at least sure he was here, even if he didn't have the good grace to actually meet her. Lucy's cheeks puffed out a bit a she strode further into the hotel, arms coiled with irritation. She'd be to sure to give Mr. Important Photographer a few choice words for his article about punctuality and manners before they were through with one another.

There was another door inside the hotel room, past a small kitchen area, one nearly as sturdy-looking as the main door and even fancier looking, with brass inlay around the curved door handle. A master bedroom, then. Huffing to herself with mounting impatience, Lucy knocked on this door, quite a bit louder than was usual but every bit necessary in her mind.

This time, at least, she got some kind of response. There was still that strange slurping noise-could he not be bothered to stop eating even to speak?-and he even had poor enough manners to grunt through the door.

"Uh, erm, come in, Miss Heartfilia. Lock the door behind you, would ya?" He had a confident sounding voice, cocky and a touch loud. It was deep, and smooth certainly a cultured man by upbringing if not in deed, though he sounded a bit-strained?-at the moment. Lucy noticed 'please' didn't seem to be in his vocabulary, and so she'd probably have to end up teaching him some manners as well.

Still, she had her own sense of manners, and so entered the door swiftly. Closing it behind her, she fairly whirled, blonde hair flying about her face and so obscuring much of the room. It was only after the door closed loudly and she clicked the lock shut that Lucy turned around. She even absently brushed tiny bits of dust off her clothes, smoothing out wrinkles and wanting to look her best despite-or maybe even because of- her poor reception. It was as if she felt challenged in some way, and had to rise to the occasion. Only then did she begin to realize what she had walked into.

"Well, Mr. Slade, I hope your photos are better than your-Oh!" She gasped, her hand flying up of its own accord to cover her mouth, wet lips open in surprise. Blond hair fluttered about her delicate features as Lucy's mind struggled to take in the scene laid before her unsuspecting eyes.

In retrospect, it seemed only too obvious what the slurping sound Lucy had heard was. But her brain had seemingly dismissed the reality as too impossible before she came face-to-face with undeniable proof.

On a rather large and impressive bed, though poorly made, with half-untucked sheets, pillows tossed to the floor and having a messy, rumpled appearance like the entirety of the large master bedroom, was a muscular man clad in an open white button down and black boxer shorts pulled down his slab-like thighs. He had the darkest skin of any man Lucy had ever seen, not simply tanned by countless hours in the sun like so many people she knew, but dark as a mid-winter's night, making his shining, grinning white teeth seem all the brighter against his skin. He was large, but not overly bulky, lean and muscular and perhaps nearly a full foot taller than her, though it was hard to tell with him kneeling on the bed.

This impressive male specimen, then, had to be Mr. Slade in all his glory. Despite being mostly naked, with his massive member out and balls swinging, he seemed casual as his eyes locked onto Lucy's form with a hungry glint.

On all fours in front of him, making that obscene, wet slurping noise, licking and sucking on an immense, fat, huge black cock were two people Lucy knew all too well. Even so, it was hard for her brain to reconcile the faces of the beautiful, busty women mewling at this long, impossibly thick dick (how long was it? Ten inches? A foot? Lucy hadn't thought such a thing possible) with the people she knew.

With her face shoved in a fat pair of black nuts, taking deep whiffs of the musk that was no doubt swamping her brain like an entire jug's worth of chloroform was Mirajane, her petite frame clad in what looked like elaborate yellow ribbons, flowing from her ankles and elbows, entwined in her hair and tied around her waist, slimming it even beyond her usual hourglass frame and yet elaborately framing and supporting her tits, pushing them so high a deep breath might cause the wobbling jugs to strike her in the chin. Despite what was but doing almost nothing to cover her ass, which was forced high in the air. She pushed her face further against the man's huge sperm-tanks, popping first one overly large testicle in her mouth and sucking on it like a child's sweet before letting it fall from her mouth and eagerly moving to the next. A thin string encircled her chest, barely covering her nipples and only serving to push the rest of her generous breasts up and out.

Next to her, in a pose that would have made countless young teen admirers blow their load with the merest graze of a touch on their dicks was Erza Scarlet, bobbing up and down on the big black cock. From her pace and the open, almost slack quality to her jaw, it looked like she was trying to set both a new land-speed and a deep distance record for sucking on fat black cock. Her wet, thick, slurping noises, sliding off her saliva-slick tongue and wet, frothy lips filled the room but were occasionally interspersed with gagging heavy choking sounds as the cock nearly disappeared into her straining gullet and beautiful, red-cheeked sweat slick face.

She was wearing something that looked more like elaborate fetish wear than anything resembling normal clothes, her beautiful glossy hair pushed up past her forehead by a thin headband connected to a pair of cutesy black cat ears. Her voluptuous body, the envy of nearly all who saw it (Lucy considered themselves to be as attractive as each other, and sometimes thought to herself that men wouldn't find Erza so pretty if she didn't wear so many different slutty outfits) was poured into a tight white and black striped one-piece that hugged her waist and cupped her breasts, cut so low that her nipples were on the verge of poking out. It tapered quickly as it flowed down her body, exposing her slender hip bones, which were constantly wiggling with obvious excitement. It didn't so much cover her ass, which was that perfect combination of naturally plump and toned through exercise that so many men found irresistible-even Lucy found herself staring a little-as it did squeeze between them like a thin piece of string. Lucy thought the only thing Erza was missing was that sword she used in her whorish "Seduction Armor" that said 'Come on Boy.'

Though it seemed Erza had found a different kind of sword to play with, and she was treating it like some circus side-show act.

"What-whu, I don't…" Lucy babbled to herself, looking around the room for something, anything, to help her make sense of all this. Erza and Mirajane were far too busy with what they were doing, Erza flat-out impaling her throat on cock like she was trying bury her nose in Jerome's dark curly tangle of sweaty pubic hair. Mirajane continued to lick and suck at Jerome's fat hanging nuts, which seemed impossibly large-the white haired girl's cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on one, impossibly but enthusiastically trying to cram the other one in her mouth as well.

Hell, it seemed like neither of the other girls had even noticed Lucy was there! Sucking and licking on this black man's massive cock and balls seemed to be dominating every ounce of their thought power. Lucy found it strangely hypnotic while absorbed they were in their tasks, at once seemingly devoid of any sort of reason or consciousness and yet eagerly, passionately throwing themselves into the act of pleasing this man. To think, two of the most powerful and confident sorcerers Lucy knew were practically prostrated before some man she'd never even heard of! Him and his big, massive, musky (even from where she stood, a good few feet from the sordid activities on the bed Lucy was getting a proper nose-full without even trying) cock.

It didn't seem possible and, yet, there it was.

Jerome merely chuckled at her, fully aware of her confusion and taking great joy in letting her remain in such a state.

Mirajane and Erza, perhaps shocked out of their almost trance-like mouth fucking, slowly receded from Jerome's cock and balls. Mirajane gave his fat nuts soft kisses before she pulled back, lips frothy with spittle. Erza slowly withdrew her face from the massive cock, leaving great big smudged rings of violet lipstick as she went, only finally letting it fall from her mouth with a single loud 'pop!' that showed just how tightly she'd been sucking on the big black beast.

Seeing the huge prick, bulbous and veiny, covered in Erza's sloppy throat juices, it's nasty, virile appearance juxtaposed against her beautiful (if messy) features was a shocking enough tableau for Lucy to take in.

But it in no way prepared her for what was to come next. She simply stood, mouth half open, shock written over her entire body as the next impossibility came in its turn.

"You call that dick-sucking?" Mirajane's voice was more contemptuous than Lucy had ever heard it.

"You looked like a dumb chicken bobbing its head all around, and you could barely fit the whole thing in your slutty little throat!" Her words and tone were such a jarring contrast to her normally sweet high-pitched voice that it only made the whole scene more surreal to Lucy. But then, all of this seemed hard to believe already.

Erza actually sniffed in a haughty sort of way at this, though she might have been trying to clear her sinuses of the all the built up slobber and pre-come that had been thoroughly been getting packed into her face.

"I'm sorry, what did you say. I couldn't hear with your mouth stuffed full of balls like a cow at a buffet tray." Erza sneered, thick plump eyelashes fluttering a bit trying to clear the little runners of spit from her normally elegant features.

"We both know I could such better than you in my sleep-if that's what you might like, Jerome." It was the first time she had directly addressed the man who had been using her head as a cock-sock, and Lucy could see nothing but lust tinged with respect as Erza gazed up at him. Even her little irritation at Mirajane seemed to be washed away.

Lucy didn't know what was more dumbfounding-that her friends were acting like such base, catty sluts, or the sheer size of the cock they were both clearly drooling over. How did this rude black...stud walk around with a cock that long and heavy? She kept trying to meet someone's eyes, either her friend's or Slades, but her eyes seemed almost magnetically pulled to the intimidating black shaft.

"So there's no need to embarrass yourself any further by being jealous, Mirajane." Erza concluded, only now seeming to realize that there was a fourth person in the room with them.

"Oh, hello, Lucy." It was said in an off-hand tone, as though someone walking in on her blowing a big fat cock was far less important than anything else, at least while that huge member was still inces form her face, swathed in spit.

Lucy couldn't respond, even as Mirajane huffed a bit, likewise glancing at the blonde but not saying anything.

"We'll fucking see about that. Stupid chesty redhead slut…" The petite girl muttered, before licking her way up Slade's long prick, taking her time and clearly enjoying herself as she went. When she got to the tip, she locked eyes with him, her tongue lashing out and running around and around his dick, so fast it was just a little bright pink blur against his swollen dark cocktip. Then she opened her wide mouth and began to sink down onto his cock, letting her jaw hang open and her cheeks hollow out in an expression that Lucy found quite foolish.

Jerome just chuckled.

"There's no need to fight girls. Plenty of that dick to go around. So...ugh," He grunted in pleasure as Mirajane began to throat-fuck herself on that cock, hands on his thighs as she shouldered Erza out of the way to get a better position.

"So happy you could join us Ms. Heartfilia."

Lucy babbled a few more words, or at least she might have, she wasn't quite sure at this juncture. She was only aware of what she was seeing, it was too raw, too open, too lewd to ignore or deny, and that made what she was thinking, or even if she was thinking, hard to focus on as well. All she knew was that the biggest, longest, FATTEST fucking cock she'd ever seen was sliding in and out of Mirajane's pretty face like some obscene magician's trick, and Lucy felt her own body growing warmer, from her face chest, and regions further south as the sordid spectacle continued.

Apparently, this had been going on for some time before Lucy had arrived (or perhaps Slade was just a quick shot, but even still irritated at him for being greeted late-and then like this, Lucy didn't believe that) because it wasn't long before he grunted out, "Ah shit, I'm gonna come!"

While Lucy watched, spell-bound, Slade's muscles began to tense (and he had enough of them that she could watch every line and striation in his body flex into full relief, his abs like something carved from the mightiest stone) as he cried out.

"Ah, fuck here it comes!"

His balls tightened as his cock began to tense, spurting load after load deep down Mirajane's gullets. It seemed like she was engaged in some sort of eating contest, trying to gulp down as much as she could at a breakneck pace. Lucy could practically see the sperm surging as his balls seemed to flex, his whole body straining to produce a tidal wave of sperm that no other man-nor a dozen other men-could ever hope to make. Though it was hard to make out over the gulps and glurps coming from Mirajane's throat, Lucy could even hear the sheer amount of his come as it erupted from his cock like a busted water main.

Spllrt, spllrt, splllrt!

"Fucking share some, you greedy bitch!" Erza hissed, grabbing Mirajane by the forehead and throat. With what seemed a titanic effort, especially considering the difference in size between the two of them, Erza was able to pull Mirajane's face, masked in bliss as her taste buds and brain were fried by the taste of blast after blast of salty hot ball-broth. Like pulling an oversized cork from a wine bottle, Jerome's cocktip fell out of Mirajane's mouth with an audible plop!

Erza's eyes lit up as Mirajane shot her a nasty look. Both girls were far too preoccupied to snipe at each other anymore, as they were far more focused on keeping their mouths open as wide as possible to catch all of Jerome's spunk. His ropes of come lanced upwards from their chins to their foreheads, splattering in their silky, soft hair and matting it to their foreheads as though it was stuck with glue while the pair moaned with pleasure.

'My god! His cock is coming so damn much, it's like he's got a pair of fucking barrels full of come in his balls!'

The fantastic sperm shower seemed to go on seemingly endlessly, as Lucy's hands began to move on their own. As Erza licked and lapped at the sperm stuck to her face, Lucy's fingers roamed along her smooth flat stomach. Mirajane openly fishhooked herself, shamelessly trying to make her face's fuck-hole as wide a target as possible for Jerome to fill with sperm. Lucy's hands were on her breasts now, kneading and squeezing with a passion and force she'd never even thought to touch herself with before. Even as she watched Erza's open mouth pile up with sperm to the top like a rapidly filling balloon, Lucy was tweaking her nipples and moaning softly to herself without even being truly aware of it.

Finally, after at least five minutes or so, Jerome's cock seemed to sag ever so slightly, the last runner of sperm spurting out and catching Mirajane in her left eye, causing her to cry out in a soft gasp of irritation. She sounded like she was scolding an overly enthusiastic younger brother who was playing a little too rough without actually being mad.

"Ah, careful you dirty black bastard! You could practically make me blind with all that fucking come in those fat nuts of yours!" She sounded delighted at the prospect.

Jerome shrugged at her, as though he hadn't met to blast her so forcefully, and yet wasn't really sorry about it. He looked to Lucy, who was still touching herself while being unaware, not quite recognizing that she was shamefully putting on a slutty little show for this man she'd just met.

"Well, welcome to the interview session, Ms. Heartfilia. I look forward to seeing what kind of chemistry we can...develop together?" Lucy didn't know what was more shameless, how he was speaking so casually after covering two busty girls in his steaming hot come, or that he was keeping up with this pretense of being a normal photo-journalist.

Like a drowning woman's head breaking the surface for one last, desperate gasp of air, Lucy's rational mind seemed to come to the fore.

"Look, just what the fuck is going on here?!"

Jerome smiled, having to raise his voice little to be heard over Erza and Mirajane as they locked lips in a nasty, lewd tongue-swapping kiss. The two were far less interested in each other and far more concerned with scooping ever last bit of come they could get from the other's tonsils with their tongues, hands wrapped in each other's hair. It was a frenzy of sloppy lips and mouths being almost smashed against each other like nothing Lucy had ever seen before.

"Well, it's pretty simple. I've already made those two sexy little snow bunnies my big-titted white sluts. And I figured a beautiful girl like yourself would be a perfect choice for a more intimate photoshoot. I'll be sure to get you from every angle."

Even with his voice practically dripping with innuendo, it still took Lucy's shell-shocked brain a moment to catch up. What would normally have been obvious to her required an effort of will to think about, as did anything that didn't involve simply marveling at the sheer size of Jerome's cock.

"You want to make me one of your...sluts?" Lucy said, like someone trying to understand a strange new scientific concept.

"Of course! It's not my fault Fairy Tail is full of such hot, big titted white girls. As you can see, they just can't get enough of this big black cock." Erza and Mirajane almost purred at this, rubbing their tits up against his thighs as their hands lazily worked together to stroke his cock, eagerly trying to get him back to full mast. They seemed more united than ever, despite still wanting as much as they could get for themselves.

'Why would I ever agree to something like that?'

There were countless reasons why she shouldn't, of course, Lucy knew that. But looking at Erza and Mirajane, the joy on their voices, breathing in the hot, sweaty, musky aroma of the room, practically being able to hear those big black sperm tanks churning with more semen fit to knock up any three-any three dozen-women, all seemed to be very valid counter-arguments.

'Even if I did stay, and let him fool around with me a little bit, I certainly wouldn't be acting like them. Lucy thought, but the hesitation written on her face showed she was far more conflicted than she was trying to tell herself.'

'They're just a pair of cock-hungry, come guzzling whores! He'd never be able to do that to me, even if I wanted him to...which I don't!'

For only the second time since she'd entered the room, Erza and Mirajane seemed to actually pay attention to Lucy's presence.

"Don't be such a prude, Lucy." Erza drawled, languidly stroking Jerome's cock, her slender fingers not even able to wrap around the sheer size of it. Mirajane's hand slid next to her's, the contentious pair in sync in this at least, and together their hands were nearly enough to encircle his thick shaft.

Mirajane piped up, though she, like Lucy, was paying more attention to Jerome's cock-tip, which was now slowly oozing precome. "Perhaps she just needs some proper...incentive. A front row seat, so to speak."

Erza smirked, her tongue licking across her lips in a sultry fashion, desperately for just a few more specks of come to swallow into what had to be an already stuffed stomach. "Oh yes, a blowjob is one thing, but she needs to really understand just what this beautiful black cock can do to a tight little white pussy."

It all happened so fast after that. First, Lucy was standing, mouth agape and eyes strangely unfocused. Then, with a hint of the power and martial prowess they possessed, the two girls on the bed sprung up, seeming to come at her in a blur. The next thing she knew, she was seated in one of the plush chairs in the room, her pert ass hitting the soft cushion with a soft, small thump! It was much closer to the bed than she remembered it being, the front legs nearly touching and making sure she was that much closer to the action, so close the wafting aroma of Jerome's member was even stronger than before. The musk was like a fog on her brain, pressing down on her thoughts as her mouth actually watered (and another part of her grew a bit damp as well) at this sensation.

Almost as fast as they'd come at her, the girls returned to the bed. This time, there was some pushing and shoving, as Mirajane pulled at Erza's hair, trying to get out of the way. Erza hooked her foot around Mirajane's trim ankle, apparently intending to hurl her to the floor if she had to, while Jerome simply waved his hands slightly in the air, sounding like an exasperated parent.

"Girls, now there's no need for that."

Mirajane touched her finger to her lips, looking like a child deep in thought, the yellow ribbons hanging from her dainty wrist in a jaunty way. "I've got just the thing actually."

Before anyone, meaning Erza, could protest, there was a flash of light, and Lucy got a sense of familiar arcane energies at work. Mirajane's hand reached out, lightly stroking Lucy's thigh with a feather-light touch that sent shivers of delight through her entire body, and almost blinded Lucy to what was happening, but not quite. Mirajane was using her Transform Magic, and Lucy had a strange, tingling sense of foreboding as to how exactly she was going to use that particular talent of her's.

The flash of light faded as fast as it came, and where Mirajane had been was another Lucy. Given her mastery of the magic technique, she was still wearing the same outfit, but where the ribbons were scandalous and just barely covering her nipples and acted like particularly fancy butt-floss on Mirajane's petite frame on Lucy's taller, hippier and slightly bustier body, the effect was a bit different. She was popping out of the ribbons, nipples straining and areolas clearly visible, puffy wet pussy mound on clear display.

Mirajane as Lucy pushed Jerome on his back, and he easily let her, though with the difference in their frames he clearly wasn't moving anywhere he didn't want to. As she crouched above him like some lewd animal about to pounce, Jerome shouldered his way out his shirt, broad shoulders and bulging biceps mouth-watering in the slightly dim light of the hotel room. Lucy almost swooned in her chair, but her attention remained focused with powerful intensity on the sight before her.

'Holy shit! Is that what I look like? Or at least, what I would look like in such a tarted up outfit? God, his cock looks like it could split me...well, her, in half!'

'Lucy' pushed her ribbon to the side, revealing her dripping, soaking wet pussy. Lucy had never seen her own naked body from this angle before, and she found the experience strangely arousing. Do I really look like that? Its...nice!

Legs tense, a look of concentration on her face that Lucy didn't find flattering at all (though she found it easy enough to ignore and focus on the way her tits jiggled and her shapely thighs were ready to drop), Mirajane began to lower herself onto Jerome's tower of cock. Her pussy lips were splayed wide open as he rolled his hips lazily, thrusting up into her with enough force to make her eyes roll around for a moment, temporarily stunned as she bit her full bottom lip.

Erza just grumbled, even as she slithered along the bed to lay between Jerome's legs, tugging down his underpants to better expose his massive balls and hairy, muscle-corded thighs.

"He's...splitting me open!" Mirajane yelled, her teeth grit as her new body struggled to adjust to Jerome's massive size spreading her pussy open as easily and forcefully as if he'd been using both hands to tear open a flimsy paper bag. Even if Mirajane had adopted the form of an older, thoroughly experienced wide-hipped woman Jerome's cock still would have felt like a log forcing its way into a too narrow stream.

"Oh..oh my god!" Lucy said, her jaw going slack, eyes focused and soaking in every nasty raw detail. Erza muttered something about Mirajane being a 'body-swapping fuck freak' and then got to work forcing Jerome's massive nuts into her mouth. She clearly remembered her previous exchange with Mirajane, and worked on licking, sucking, and slurping at the fat heavy balls with every ounce of slutty, bull-headed determination she could muster. Lucy had known Erza for some time and had perhaps never once seen her so intent on anything.

Mirajane's pussy distended as she took inch after inch of the bitch-breaking cock inside her, feeling it almost stabbing its way into places no one had ever reached before and certainly never could hope to in the future.

"Oh, fuck yes! Grab my ass with those big strong hands of yours, squeeze this pale ass red!" The fake Lucy cried out, arching her back and pushing her ass up eve as she began to bounce faster and deeper on Jerome's cock. She was riding like an expert, making Lucy's body writhe and shake in sinuous, sensual ways that the blonde hadn't even been aware she could move in.

Jerome was happy to oblige, his hips beginning to clap against her's. Mirajane panted and moaned, shoving her upper body forward, tits bouncing and rubbing against Jerome's face, his full lips and the well-manicured lines of his goatee (Lucy had thought it looked stupid at first, but it was perhaps growing on her).

"That's it, get a good load of those fucking tits, you big black bull!" Jerome licked, kissed and nibbled at every ounce of titflesh he could wrap his lips around, leaving soft bitemarks and red imprints all over her full breasts. As their rutting grew faster and more frantic, the ribbons holding the last vestiges of Mirajane's shame began to come undone, soaked in the sweat trapped between their bodies and torn apart by the violent rocking of their bodies. She looked like a small little blonde fucktoy being used for some hulking brute's most carnal, rough enjoyment, and Lucy had never seen a hotter sight in her life.

With a little coaxing from Erza, rubbing her fingers almost gently (despite the sordid nature of the act) against Jerome's sensitive undercarriage, massaging his taint even as she rubbed her face in his balls like a wet dog, Jerome's second orgasm (at least that Lucy had seen) was soon upon him. It was a fact that Mirajane was well aware of.

"Oh, fuck, those big black balls of yours are gonna explode in my cunt! Fuck a baby right into my womb, breed Lucy Heartfilia's pussy!" Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she cried out, fingers digging little divots into Jerome's shoulder, which only made him grunt in exertion as his balls smacked of Lucy's nearly perfect asshole and slapped Erza in her face, not that the horny little redhead seemed to mind.

As if on cue, bright flashes began to go off in the room, ones Lucy could tell,even in her mind-boggled state, had nothing to do with magic. It was only then that she realized there were small cameras set up in several corners of the room, capturing the nasty hot fucking in all its glory. And now those pictures would be of Lucy, preserved in film forever. The thought nearly made Lucy come herself just seated in the chair, her thighs rubbing together as Jerome moaned. His balls contracted and began to force countless quarts of spunk up into Mirajane's most private sacred areas, turning her womb into a fucked-open sperm splattered cavern of debauchery, his own orgasm feeding into her's and sending her into an ecstatic loop that seemed to take her to new and greater heights time and time again, until even Mirajane herself couldn't guess at how many times she'd orgasmed.

It was hard to heard over the yelling of Mirajane, crying things like 'Knock me up!' and 'Put a baby in Lucy's white pussy!'. Along Erza's own nearly orgasmic moans and Jerome crying out what a tight greedy little cunt Mirajane had, but Lucy began to speak. The words were lost, even as Lucy's hands once more roamed over her body, diving between her thighs and rubbing shamelessly against her skirt-clad pussy lips.

Erza noticed first, smirking like a clever predatory cat as she and slowly the others focused their attention on Lucy.

"Oh?" Jerome said, acting with such smugness that Lucy almost wanted to smack that picture-perfect shiny white smile off his face-though not as much as she wanted to trade places with her double in that very moment.

"Do you have something to say, Miss Heartfilia?"

"Y-yes. I'll do it." Lucy said, her head hanging forward almost in shame, but honestly just so she could get a better view of her own cleavage and roaming, clit-rubbing hand. She had a newfound appreciation for her body after seeing Mirajane in action.

"Do what?" Jerome asked, oh so curious.

"I'll pose for you." Lucy said, and now that she was speaking things she couldn't even imagine thinking before, the words were all coming out in a rush.

"I'll dress up like one of these whores for you," Neither Erza or Mirajane took offense at that, though Erza did chuckle a bit in a sort of 'Just you wait and see' sort of way.

"I'll wear whatever you like while you take as many pictures as you can. I'll suck your big fucking cock all the way down to your balls, even if it chokes me. I'll let you come in my pussy unprotected, fuck me raw like an animal. I'll be your pretty blonde white slut, just let me fuck that big black fucking cock!"

A look passed between the other three, silent yet saying volumes. There wasn't a hint of surprise on any of their faces, and Lucy would have been only slightly surprised to learn that this entire set-up was Mirajane's idea, as she had been a frequent model for Sorcerer Monthly magazine many times before, and a private model for Slade as well. At this point, Lucy would have thanked her greatest enemy profusely for introducing her to this gorgeously hung black man.

"Yes." Slade said finally, his voice taking on a slightly darker tone, yet still charmingly rich.

"I bet you'll do just that. And then some."

Slowly, an almost perceptible, somewhat electric charge seemed to run through the room, as even the sexually prolific Jerome realized he was in for a real treat today. He just hoped he didn't have to deal with hotel management complaining him about noise or-considering the physical attributes of these women as well as Jerome himself-the almost inevitable damage to the room. Mirajane slowly slid up and off Jerome's cock, with half reluctance and half honest amount of effort, sweat beading over her entire body and her left leg leg shaking slightly in the aftershocks of her orgasms. There was another slight flash and as she half stood, half crouched off of the big black dick she was Mirajane in body again, slumping back on her rump.

Erza began to move like a snake with her prize clearly in her vision, her eyes suddenly going nearly pink with desire. Jerome stopped her with a single up-raised hand, and then stood up from the bed. Lucy moved up from the chair, standing toe-to-toe with the black man, which meant she had to crane her head back to look into his deep, dark eyes. His cock was squeezed between them, his stone-like firmly defined abs on one side and her soft, smooth and lean stomach on the other. That fat fucking prick was so large and he was so tall, his dick was nearly poking her in the chin. Was it possible it was even larger than it had been when she first laid on it? It did seem to be larger than a foot, throbbing with arousal and covering in left-over jizz and the countless outpourings of Mirajane/Lucy's pussy. Combined with the sweat trickling down Lucy's body, Jerome was sliding up and down her body with a wet, smooth friction that nearly made Lucy's panties flood with arousal.

"Fuck I want this dick!" She yelled, unable to look at his relatively face anymore, not when it meant missing out on an eyeful of that dick. And that wasn't the only thing she wanted to fill up.

Again, Jerome simply chuckled, finding the whole situation incredibly amusing. Mirajane's secret lust for big, womb-punching cock had been a welcome surprise months ago, and Erza had seemed like the cherry on the top, but now he was beginning to see that the sky was the limit as far as these hot slutty white bitches were concerned.

"Then prove it." He taunted, the challenge obvious and all the more galling to Lucy because of that. She didn't so much get down on her knees as she did shoot to the ground, taking a moment to just stare at the majesty of the foreboding cock in front of her, eyeing it up like it was some ineffable monolith. Her tongue kept circling her lips of its own accord, leaving them extra shiny and moist as she raised a hand slowly but with determination to the veiny shaft.

"So..big." She said simply, fingers wrapping around it with a sense of finality. She barely had the weight of it in her hand for a second before she began to pump it up and down, marveling at the thick skin and heat of it against her smooth skin.

"So...fucking big. This big black cock is fucking incredible!" Lucy had sucked cock before in her life, but nothing in her life could have possibly prepared her for this. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and yet so close to the mighty dick Lucy thought it might still not be enough. Muscles in her jaw audibly craned but Lucy took the minor discomfort as further encouragement to rise to the occasion. Besides, if Mirajane's slutty little mouth could fit this massive cock, than surely Lucy could do it too, and make a better job of it to boot!

Before she even realized it had happened, that rock-hard cocktip was in her mouth, pushing her teeth up a bit even as her lips wrapped around the pulsating dick with all the force she could muster.

"Owh mah gawd!" Lucy moaned around the bulging prick helmet, unable to keep the sheer awe she felt at having such a monstrous pillar of virility in her mouth. Her task seemed impossible to accomplish and even more impossible to resist. She began to bob up and down on the cock, each inch of progress of the shaft into her mouth feeling like walking a mile, at once difficult at somehow rewarding. Half of the dick was larger than most men Lucy had met, and while she wasn't the most sexually experienced woman in the world (though one might have been surprised by that given her sheer overwhelming lust at the moment) she knew that even a few inches more than that was rare indeed, and yet somehow Jerome was larger even than that!

As before, Erza and Mirajane were far too turned on themselves to simply sit back and watch. They gathered around the standing Jerome on their knees, crouching and dropping low, looking like the world's sluttiest worshippers of some primeval deity of manliness. It seemed the most natural and appropriate thing in the world to them, and though both other women looked at Lucy with a bit of jealousy there was also a sense of familiarity there, as they were now joined by something much larger than themselves.

"No, not like that, Lucy. Like this!" Erza drew nearer to Lucy, grabbing her head with one hand and putting her other palm on the small of Jerome's back. With an ease that belied the strangeness and rarity of her actions, she pushed the two together, forcing Lucy's mouth to gape ever wider. Tears formed in the chesty blonde's eyes, but she didn't seem daunted in the least, her hips wiggling in arousal, ass popped up in the air behind her. Everything she was doing, from the passion in her eyes, to her popped up ass, her shaking full tits, and the way her tongue licked at the big black cock and her mouth sucked like she was trying to rub shine off of metal were all designed to turn Jerome on as much as humanly possible.

Erza's jealousy at someone else getting Jerome's cock and attention were for the moment subsumed under her desire to see those big black balls bounce off Lucy's chin and bring someone up (though many would have said down) to her level. Mirajane, on the other hand, was eager to get back to one of her favorite tasks, sucking at Jerome's big fat black balls.

The sight that greeted him as he looked down was one many women would have killed for. Three of the world's most beautiful women, with eyes nearly mad with lust, full fat tits rising and falling with impassioned breaths, their every fiber of being crying out with desire, all for him, was a sight indeed. Their bright hair, shining eyes, firm breasts and young lithe bodies were all the envy of countless other women and made them look like a particularly well picked, exotic collection of jewelry for his adornment. He loved every second of it.

Soon enough, Erza decided she had one last trick up her sleeve, refusing to acknowledge that either of the other women was her sexual equal. Lucy was still gagging on cock, but she was refusing to back down and letting Jerome's hips push more and more of that fat, gullet-stretching dick inside her throat. With Mirajane occupied with grinding her nose into into the wrinkle between Jerome's balls, Erza got behind him, hands running over his taut muscled asscheeks.

"I bet little Lucy has never even dreamed of doing this. " Erza hissed. Despite the fact that no one, not even Jerome, was in a position to respond to her, the scarlet-haired teen seemed determined to win whatever imaginary (or perhaps not so much) competition there was between her and the other girls. The only thing more important was the competition Erza had with herself and either way she would do anything to win.

Her tongue lolled out as she dove right in, licking and slurping at Jerome's smooth puckered black ass like it was the tastiest treat she'd ever had before her. Jerome groaned, his cock sliding deeper inside Lucy's throat, provoking more gags and glurgs from her as her throat desperately tried to swallow the blockage and push it out with retching, wet heaves as well, which only pleased his cock all the more.

"Aw, jeezus!" Jerome gasped, his body experiencing more simultaneous pleasure than the average man could dream of. Erza dug her face in between her cheeks, seemingly using some unknown magic or her own pig headed nature to avoid coming up for air, not when she could slurp at Jerome's nasty asshole like some drug addicted street whore. Most men who would have even joked about her doing such a thing would have been lucky to get away with all-or indeed, any-of their bones intact, and yet Erza's arms were currently wrapped around Jerome's mighty legs like she was digging in for dear life.

This time, Jerome's orgasm came on him too fast for any of the girls to get any warning, least of all Lucy. He didn't even manage to speak this time, simply wheezing and grunting, his legs tensing and feet actually stomping on the ground as his balls erupted straight down Lucy's throat. She didn't have the opportunity to swallow as constant streams of jizz were being shot right down into her stomach, filling her up like an empty wineskin by an over enthusiastic bartender. Lucy moaned at the sensation of it, of being used, being filled by such a beast. Finally her body could contain no more, and with a few wet coughs, she slopped up the sperm, it running down into Jerome's balls and Mirajane's face. Her eyes lit up with pleasure as Lucy's body shook with orgasm as she actually came just from being used as a big black man's come dumpster, her whole body ablaze. The actual taste of the backed up sperm drove her wild, and she could only gurgle and gag in choked, oxygen-starved delight.

As Jerome had predicted, things were only getting started. What followed was a non-stop blur of lewdness and frenzied sex between four impressive specimens of humanity with a single-minded drive to fuck with every bit of strength in their exceptional bodies.

Lucy felt weak and boneless as Jerome drew his cock out of her throat, weakly trying to hold as much sperm in her mouth as she could even as it dribbled down her firm chest. The other girls watched, enraptured, as Jerome decided to be a little more forceful, tossing Lucy onto the bed, her ass up face pressed into a pillow. His big hands spanked and slapped at her ass even as Lucy used what little feeling she had left in her arms to push her skirt up until it was little more than a decorative belt.

"Oh, god you're beating my ass with those big fucking hands of yours! You're so fucking strong!" She mewled, nails scratching weakly at the luxurious covers as she wiggled her perky white booty for him, her lacy white panties on full display. Lucy tried to reach down between her crotch to push them out of the way, knowing what was coming next and all too happy to let it happen, but she was too slow.

Jerome didn't even bother to move the panties aside, simply placing his turgid cocktip at her panty-clad entrance before his hips surged forward. There was a quick schriiip sound as her panties parted like a soft mist in the face of a tornado and that fat black cock began to tunnel into her tight pussy. Lucy had never felt something so full of pressure, so straining on her slender frame, and yet so amazingly pleasurably in her entire life. Her hands slapped at the sheets weakly, body protesting where her madly aroused brain would not.

"Oh my fuccking god!" Lucy yelled, which was soon to be the most articulate thing she would be able to say for quite some time.

Jerome wasted no time, having been driven into a frenzy after the constant flirting and ball-blasting he'd already done only serving to whet his appetite. He crouched on the bed behind Lucy, grabbing her slim shoulders so he could truly ram his cock into her. Her pussy swallowed his dick up greedily, taking every punishing inch with gusto even as she screamed and shook her head, hair bouncing around her madly.

"Goddamn, that's a tight pussy!" Jerome exclaimed, dropping down and into Lucy's pussy with all the force of a mighty blacksmith smashing a tiny hinge of pliable metal into shape. Her ass cheeks turned red from his hips slamming into them, and Lucy's throat was soon raw from screaming out in overwhelming pleasure, her mind fraying at the edges. Despite what Erza or Mirajane might say, she'd never been a prude, but Jerome's mighty battering ram of a dick made her feel like a little helpless virgin in his brutish, if knowledgeable grasp (Lucy hadn't even felt that way when she had actually lost her virginity a few years ago).

"Oh, god, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm cuh-mmiing!" She yelled out, the makeup on her lips smeared from Jerome's dick, her eyeshadow smudged with joyous tears, and her whole face a mask of lust that her closest friends would have been hard pressed to reconcile with their image of Lucy Heartfilia.

When Jerome finally erupted inside her, her previous promise to let him fill her up unprotected coming true, Lucy had never been happier. Her legs weakly lifted off the bed, trying to wrap behind her to keep his hips locked in place and that cock docked inside her. He filled her up with so much sperm it felt like her ovaries were drowning in it and Lucy cried out in sheer delight.

"Oh god, you're gonna get me pregnant! I'm gonna have a black baby! I'm coming from being impregnated by this big black cock! Pregnant, pregnant puh-regnaaant!"

Lucy might have blacked out from there, for the next thing she knew, she was still on her bed but on her back this time. How had that happened? She wasn't sure, but what she did know was that Erza had changed her outfit again, using her well practiced, hard earned magic simply to tart her body up for some stud of a man. She was now wearing a pink bikini that pushed her full breasts up practically to her ears, one in a slingshot pattern that connected to a tiny pair of bottoms that hid nearly nothing. Her efforts to turn her on was succeeding, but while she was far more experienced than Lucy, she still might have bitten off more than she could handle.

Jerome was behind her, his body looming over Erza as he fucked in a rough, close standing doggystyle position. One massive hand held one of her arms tight behind her back as she moaned, leg arching up as Jerome slammed into her pussy and railed her hard against the bedroom's wall. Mirajane was openly masturbating, and somehow channeling more magic, making Lucy wonder just what depths these women were willing to sink to for that cock's attention. More than that she wondered why she hadn't bother to learn magic that might have such non-combat applications.

With his other arm, Jerome lightly looped it behind Erza's neck, choking her with the merest fraction of the might in his arm as his cock thundered in and out of her pussy.

"Ohh my gaahd!" Erza croaked, fingers of her free hand weakly and uselessly tugging on his iron bar of an arm. Her ass clapped and bounced as his balls slapped against her soaking wet pussy lips, her clit engorged as pleasure ripped at every nerve ending of her body. Lucy hadn't even heard of such a position, but she was already wondering what it would feel like to have that cock tear into her in such a way. Erza was clearly enjoying it, pushing back at him and squeezing that cock with every inch of might in her pelvic muscles. Lucy thought the display might never end, and she would have been ok with that if it hadn't meant she wouldn't get more of that dick.

Minutes passed, with Erza slumping to the floor, sperm trickling down her thighs. Lucy now saw what Mirajane had been doing with that magic yet, even as she crawled over to Erza's side. Shocking even herself, Lucy's head dropped down and began to lap at Erza's hairless pussy, all to slurp up as much of that hot black seed as she could.

Mirajane was using one of her more advanced techniques, changing herself into her Satan form. She stood taller now, though still perhaps six inches shorter than Jerome even with her longer lithe legs and sexy, 'fuck me blind' high heeled boots. Her hair was up, better highlighting the lines of her face which were sharper, more defined, almost predatory. Mirajane didn't so much approach Jerome as she flew at him. The two of them were soon fucking all around the room, smashing into furniture and careening off the walls.

"That's right, give me that fucking cock!" Mirajane said, her voice low and dangerous.

"I want every last inch of that black fucking monster, fuck me with every ounce of strength you have, rattle my fucking bones with that dick!"

Jerome licked at her neck, biting and kissing, making Mirajane make some distinctly un-demonic yowls and gasps of delight. They actually lifted off the ground, with Mirajane turning her flying body, eyes down on the ground as her legs wrapped around Jerome. He fucked her tight, almost sucking pussy into the ceiling, shaking bits of plaster loose to rain down on Erza and Lucy. Mirajane fucked back with all her might, the two energetic sex fiends sport fucking each other to their very limits. While no master of sorcery, Jerome had a few techniques aimed at enhancing his own body, ones he had originally learned to protect himself. But now Mirajane reaped the full benefits of his strength and speed augmentation, feeling that cock blast in and out of her at a break-neck pace of nearly five thrusts a second with enough might to break a lesser woman's hips.

She screamed like a tigress and raked her claws down his back, eyes mad with delight. "I love that fucking cock! Give! It! All! To! Meeee!"

Mirajane soon found out exactly what that meant. Jerome paused only briefly as he hilted himself inside her wet, grasping pussy before he came, blasting gallon after gallon of hot, thick sperm deep inside her distended pussy. The force of it slapping against the wlls of her womb could be heard throughout the entire hotel suite as Mirajane howled.

"Kuh-coming! I'm coming from being used as a black man's breeding mareeee!!"

As they settled onto the ground, Mirajane's legs loosely came unwrapped from around Jerome's muscled back, less from a conscious decision and more from simple muscle fatigue. But the over enthuastici fuckslut was about to discover that demon magics or no, she'd bitten off quite a bit more than she could chew.

Even as she slid off of that fat cock, the dicktip popping loose from her gaping pussy lips like an oversized bath plug, sperm spewing forth everywhere, Jerome's mighty arms caught Mirajane like a fluttering leaf. Erza and Lucy could only watch in amazement as he turned Mirajane around, so they could clearly see the dazed expression on her face, tongue stuck out between pointed teeth.

"Time to see just how much of a cock-fiend you are, little demon slut." Jerome grunted, shifting his grip and pushing his arms up inside Mirajane's legs. Her feet were raised up high, toes pointed to the ceiling, bracketing her tits and pushing them together as she was folded into a lewd full nelson display. Jerome's hands locked together behind her neck with a sense of finality as his cock stood at attention between the pert, pale globes of her ass.

"Wah, wait, not th-there!" Mirajane protested, weakly. "If you stick it in there-I'll break!"

Jerome's shiny teeth glinted as he smirked, voice deadly quiet. "I know."

Then he thrust upward, impaling Mirajane's ass with all the force of his muscled body and impaling her guts on a veritable skewer of cock. Erza gasped so hard Lucy thought she might faint, even as the blonde could only stare, utterly riveted as Jerome smashed up into Mirajane's ass.

He fucked her like she was nothing more than a living sheath for his cock, and they could her her legs creak from how far back he was bending them. The difference in their sizes made it clear Jerome could snap her in two like a twig, if his cock didn't just shatter her insides from the hurricane force pounding her was giving her guts, first. Both girls had the exact same thought as they watched, while it was obvious from Mirajane's face that thoughts had left her a long time ago and indeed might never return.

'He's like a fucking beast! I could never handle it if he did such a thing to me! But...oh god he looks so sexy and Mirajane looks like she could die from pleasure! Maybe it wouldn't be so bad…'

"Hun, fuck! Fucking tight white ass!" Jerome grunted, using Mirajane as little more than a cock sock, his dick bulging out her midsection.

"My asss!" She muttered, spittle foaming at the corners of her lips. "You've...ruined my poor asss!"

With a grunt, Jerome before he came again, a bowel-blasting load that turned Mirajane's ass into a nasty sperm swamp and left filled from every end by so much semen she could have served as a veritable living fertility clinic. She'd never looked more like a shameful cock-greedy whore, and her face bore an expression of pleasure that she never could have imagined possible. She was an utterly owned, three hole white slut for big black cock.

The next thing Lucy knew, she was climbing atop Erza, while Mirajane, having reverted to her previous form from pleasure and sheer lack of energy, climbed atop Lucy with spongy, boneless clambering movements. The three of them made a pile of pure sex on legs, from Erza's stacked and taller than average body to Mirajane's petite yet curvaceous form with Lucy in the middle of the three slut fuck-stack. Jerome stood behind them, wanking himself back to full hardness as he eyed up the three round, beautiful heart-shaped asses like an all you could eat buffet.

Using his speed enhancements again, Jerome slammed into Erza's pussy first, railing her hard and fast as his arms, long enough to wrap around all three girls, pulled them back to him. He thrusted into her hard enough to make Erza's hair bounce and her tits shake, tongue lolling out of her head. Lucy was next and her hands roamed all over both of the other girls, unable to contain her delight at being used so deeply and hard. She tweaked Erza's nipples, running her other hand on Mirajane's pert ass, feeling the silver haired girl's breasts rubbing against her back in a most pleasurable fashion. Mirajane got it last, and her high-pitched orgasmic cries would almost certainly got them kicked out of the hotel, if anyone in the staff had been brave enough to approach the door, except for a few voyeurs who were still terrified of Erza Scarlet so much they didn't get any further than a few feet beyond the elevator doors.

Jerome was soon standing over all three girls, who lay in a sweaty, panting pile on the bed. Limbs askew, legs atop one another, they writhed and kissed at one another, not caring who was pleasing who or what body parts were rubbing against what, not if it fueled this fuck frenzy of theirs more. They would have done anything at that point, something Jerome was only too happy to take advantage of.

"Open wide, you fucking sluts!" He yelled, daring to speak to them in a way that would have gotten lesser men killed. But even as his cock erupted thick, steaming ropes of jizz over all three of them, splattering breasts, coating lean stomachs and covering their delirious, smiling faces, the three women knew he could get away with anything-everything-he wanted. Just so long as he gave them what they wanted, over and over, and over again. Jerome rested for a moment, while the girls continued to rock against each other, licking the come off each other's sweat covered bodies. The taste of Jerome's thick, strong pungent sperm was heightened by the little flavors of each girl's skin, further adding to the erotic roller coaster the girls were riding.

Erza was soon lying flat on her back, hands pressing her tits around Jerome's shaft as he fucked her tits with every ounce of gusto he could muster up. At that moment, Jerome was the envy of every man in the world, getting to fuck the world's most perfect pair of tits like his own personal sex toy (to say nothing of all the other moments his height, muscles and attractive frame also drew jealousy). Her breasts were simultaneously firm and soft, just enough to squeeze his throbbing cock and yet rub him with luxurious softness. Lucy had draped herself around Jerome's body, kissing him deeply, letting his tongue probe the hot wet cavern of her mouth. They swapped spit like horny highschool sweethearts even as Erza gave Jerome the tit-fucking of his life.

Mirajane was beneath them, hands on Erza's thighs as she buried her face in her crotch. Between the three combined insatiable hunger for sperm the three girls possessed, there was far less of a mess in the place was to be expected, not when they could lick it off, scoop it up, or suck it dry from any and every available surface. Lucy had never thought a girl would enjoy letting a man stick his cock between her tits, and never thought any man could actually manage to have a dick larger than Erza Scarlet's legendary rack, yet the redhead was clearly enjoying it, Mirajane's pussy-licking efforts notwithstanding.

It was night when things finally cooled down, though Lucy would have been very hard pressed to say which night. The fuck frenzy had become its own experience, taking on a life of its own, and now that it ended it seemed less like she was returning to the life before and more like they were entering some new, unknown third stage of things. They were laying around like his comfort women, using what little strength was in their bodies to arrange themselves for his viewing pleasure, making sure their tits, legs and asses were on display as much as they could manage them.

"He came sooo much inside me," Mirajane cooed, lazily stroking at Jerome's cock, which even now was still rather hard, if not fully. He simply relaxed, his feet nearly dangling off the bed his legs were so long, fingers laced behind his head while Erze played with his nipples, kissing and sucking at them while Lucy simply ran her hands across his muscular shoulders and arms.

"I probably have a whole litter of black babies inside me now." Mirajane continued, sounding overjoyed at the prospect.

Erza was quick to pipe up. "I've swallowed so much of his ball juice I've probably gained five pounds. I'll have to ride his cock some more to burn it all off."

Lucy simply marveled at what had happened, lightly squeezing Jerome's biceps.

"I never imagined sex could be anything like this. But…what about the pictures?" Her head indicated the cameras, even as Jerome played with a smaller handheld model, taking intimate snaps of the beautiful girls.

The next morning (or again, a morning), Jerome mumbled something about having to use the shower. He had another interview planned, he said, with Mermaid Heel. Lucy failed to keep the scorn off her face, but Erza was a step ahead of her-literally. She rose from the bed before Jerome could, her hands tracing a soft, almost sisterly path down Mirajane and Lucy's legs, enticing them to follow her.

The three girls didn't walk so much as strut, at least as best they could with bellies packed with sperm, and pussies still sloshing they were so full. Even that was saying nothing of the muscle fatigue they all felt, myriad bruises and soft welts covering their asses, hips and breasts from the marathon session of rough sex.

"Well, if you have to go," Lucy teased, surprising the other girls by taking some initiative and seeming very little like the girl who had walked into this hotel room not so long ago.

"The least we can do is to help you wash up first." As the three girls asses swayed and bounced, they locked their arms around each other's tapered waist, feeling closer as fuck buddies used by the same divine man than they had ever felt as members of the same Guild.

"You know, to thank you for doing such a thorough, in-depth interview." Erza teased. She was gonna do her best to make sure he couldn't even remember what Mermaid Heel was, and failing that, to find him afterwards and jump his bones raw, with or without the other girls.

Jerome had to end up calling to cancel his next interview, leaving the women of Mermaid Heel a bit left out. But while he was taking the girls on a luxurious dinner date (really just an excuse to take Lucy up on her promise to fuck him in the bathroom) something perhaps not that unexpected happened. While Jerome usually used magic to secure his hotel rooms when he wasn't present (when he was, he considered his own abilities more than deterrent enough, unless women were involved when they were an invitation) someone had forgotten to do that this time. Some unscrupulous member of the hotel staff got a hold of some of the pictures and even videos Jerome had taken of his festivities with the girls and plastered them all over the entire region.

Sorcerers high and low, as well as the mightiest wealthy merchants and lowest peasants, soon had a year's worth of spank material (and more than a few ladies found uses for the 'artistic studies' as well). There was a set of pictures of the three girls in the same position, covered in nothing but jizz, legs widespread in an upward triangle while they made matching 'v's of delight. Mirajane's eyes were rolled up to the whites, showing nothing but her blissed out, fucked raw mind. Lucy's tongue lolled out in a shameless display while sperm trickled from her pussy. Erza's tits were impossible to make out except for the sheer shape and curve of them, covered in a veritable lake of jizz.

In another picture, Lucy was being held in a full nelson position in the hulking black man's grip, his cock splitting her pussy wide as he clearly shot another load inside her. Her arms were pushed behind her, wrapped around Jerome's neck and given the size disparity she looked like nothing so much as an elaborate piece of jewelry, the perfect trophy decoration that could be fucked.

In one video, Mirajane in her demon form, begged Jerome to 'drown her white pussy in black jizz!' as she rode him like a hell-cat. Her arms up stretched around her hair, tits bouncing and ass jiggling as she worked that fat black cock like a stripper doing an elaborate pole dance. Erza Scarlet and Lucy Heartfilia were also in the frame, off to one side of the bed and engaged in a lewd sixty-nine position, feasting on each other's pussies like there was no tomorrow.

There was more, so much more that a single person would almost never get through every piece of evidence (though plenty of teenage boys gave it their best try) and no one even tried hard to suppress the images. It came as no surprise when new pictures were released to the public a few months later, showing the three girls with enormous tits, and only slightly swollen bellies in various nasty positions of sloppy, frantic pregnancy fucking. The only surprise was that these pictures now had the official seal of Adult Sorcerer's Magazine Monthly, of which Lucy, Mirajane and Erza had soon become mainstays.

And no one who knew anything about the situation would have been surprised in the least to find out that it was one of the girls in question who had actually removed Jerome's magical wards around the hotel room. Each of them suspected the other, and occasionally brought it up in half serious, half joking catty comments when they didn't have their mouths stuffed full of cock. The reality of course, that only Jerome knew as he had heard the confessions, was that all three of the horny, shameless white sluts had remove the spells, not caring who saw their debauchery, and wearing the public indecency as a badge of pride.