Chapter 154 Scream For Us
I was still shaking from the orgasm, my body limp and boneless on the cum-soaked sheets, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Sweat dripped down my temples, mixing with the sticky mess Alex had painted across my face. My pussy throbbed, stretched and tender from Ben's brutal pounding, still leaking his cum in slow, warm trickles that pooled beneath my ass.
I thought maybe they'd give me a minute. Let me recover. Let my racing heart slow down.
I was so fucking wrong.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched them exchange a look—one of those silent conversations that said everything without words. Ben's cock, which had just been buried balls-deep inside me minutes ago, was already stirring back to life, twitching as it filled out again. Alex stroked himself lazily, his shaft still slick with my spit and his own cum, hardening under his palm.
"Jesus Christ," I breathed, my voice hoarse from screaming around Alex's dick. "How are you already—"
"Ready for round two?" Ben finished, his grin wicked as he crawled onto the bed. "Baby, we're just getting started."
My pussy clenched involuntarily at his words, a fresh wave of heat flooding through me despite the oversensitivity, despite the exhaustion. Through the one-way mirror, I could still see the orgy raging on—new people had joined, new configurations of bodies writhing and fucking. A girl was getting spit-roasted on the couch where I'd watched those guys earlier, and the brunette from before was riding someone reverse cowgirl while jerking off two more cocks.
The visual sent another pulse of need straight to my core.
"Come here," Alex commanded, lying back against the pillows and fisting his now fully hard cock. "Climb on, sweetheart. Ride Daddy's dick."
Daddy. Fuck, that word shouldn't have made me wetter, but it did.
I crawled over him on shaky legs, straddling his hips. His cock was thick and ready, the head flushed dark with blood. I positioned myself over him, his tip nudging my entrance, and then I sank down slowly.
The stretch was immediate and intense. I was still so full of Ben's cum that it squelched obscenely as Alex's cock pushed through it, the mixture of fluids making the slide both easier and filthier. I gasped, head falling back as I took him inch by inch until my ass met his thighs.
"Fuck," Alex groaned, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave new bruises. "Your pussy's still so tight even full of his cum. You feel that? Feel how you're dripping all over my cock?"
I did. I felt everything—the fullness, the slickness, the way my walls stretched to accommodate him. I started to move, rolling my hips in slow circles, grinding down on him.
That's when I felt the bed dip behind me.
Ben's hands landed on my shoulders, pushing me forward until my chest was pressed against Alex's, my ass now high in the air. I turned my head to look back at him, and my breath caught.
He was holding a bottle of lube, drizzling the clear liquid over his fingers.
"Wait—" I started, my heart hammering.
"Shh," Ben soothed, his slick fingers trailing down the crack of my ass. "You're gonna take both of us, baby girl. Gonna fill every hole until you can't tell where we end and you begin."
One finger circled my asshole, pressing lightly, teasing. I tensed immediately.
"Ever been fucked in the ass before?" Alex asked beneath me, his hands stroking up and down my spine.
"No," I admitted, my voice small.
"Perfect," Ben growled. "Love breaking in virgin holes."
He pushed one finger inside, just the tip, and I gasped at the foreign intrusion. It burned—different from the pussy stretch, tighter, more intense. He worked it slowly, letting me adjust, adding more lube until one finger slid in completely.
"Breathe," Alex murmured, kissing my neck. "Relax for us. We'll make it so good, I promise."
I tried to relax, tried to let my muscles unclench, and when I did, Ben added a second finger. The burn intensified but underneath it, something else bloomed—a dark, forbidden pleasure that made my pussy clench around Alex's cock.
"Fuck, I felt that," Alex grunted. "She squeezed me so tight when you fingered her ass."
Ben scissored his fingers, stretching me open, preparing me. Then a third finger, and I whimpered at the fullness, at the way my body was being opened up in ways I'd never imagined.
"Please," I begged, though I wasn't even sure what I was begging for anymore. More? Less? Everything?
"Please what, baby?" Ben asked, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the thick head of his lubed cock.
"Please fuck me," I gasped. "Both of you. I need—I need to be filled—"
"That's our good girl," Alex praised, holding my hips steady as Ben began to push inside.
The pressure was immense. My body resisted instinctively, too tight, too much. Ben went slow, achingly slow, easing in centimeter by centimeter while I panted and whimpered against Alex's chest.
"So fucking tight," Ben groaned, his voice strained. "Tightest ass I've ever—fuck—"
When he was finally, fully seated inside me, I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. I was so impossibly full I thought I might split in half. Two cocks buried deep inside me, separated by just a thin wall of flesh. I could feel them both—every ridge, every vein, every pulse.
"Holy shit," I sobbed, tears leaking from my eyes. "I'm so full—I can't—"
"You can," Alex assured me, wiping my tears with his thumb. "You're taking us so perfectly. Now we're gonna fuck you, and you're gonna scream for us."