Chapter 157 Fill Her Pussy While I Fill Your Ass
Fill Her Pussy While I Fill Your Ass
The burn was intense, immediate. Even with prep, Ben was thick—thicker than his fingers, thicker than most guys I'd been with. My body resisted for a moment before yielding, my rim stretching wide to accommodate him.
"Fuck," I groaned through gritted teeth, my hands fisting in the sheets on either side of Nellie's head. "Fuck, Ben—"
"Breathe," he commanded, the same advice I'd given Nellie earlier. "Take me. You know you can."
He was right. I could. I had before. But it never stopped feeling overwhelming in the best possible way.
Inch by inch, he filled me. I felt every ridge, every vein, the way his cock pulsed with his heartbeat. When he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, I couldn't hold back the moan that ripped from my throat.
"Holy shit," Nellie whispered beneath me, her eyes glazed as she watched my face contort with pleasure. "You look... you look like you're about to come just from that."
"Almost," I admitted with a strained laugh. "Give me a second."
The fullness was exquisite. Ben's cock stretched me wide, pressing against my prostate in a way that made my vision blur. And because I was still buried inside Nellie, every micro-movement sent shockwaves through all three of us.
"Okay," I panted after a moment. "Okay, move. Both of you."
Ben didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock along my inner walls, before driving back in with force.
The thrust propelled me forward, burying me deeper into Nellie's pussy. She screamed, her back bowing off the bed.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped. "I felt that—when he fucks you, you fuck me—"
"Exactly," Ben grunted, establishing a rhythm now. Long, deep strokes that pushed me into Nellie with every forward thrust. "We're all fucking connected."
It was overwhelming. Pleasure crashed into me from both directions—Ben's cock nailing my prostate with devastating accuracy, Nellie's pussy gripping my cock like she never wanted to let go. Every nerve ending was on fire, every thrust sending sparks up my spine.
I tried to maintain some semblance of control, tried to fuck Nellie with intention rather than just being a conduit for Ben's movements. But it was impossible. I was caught between them, suspended in pleasure, my body responding to stimuli from both sides.
"Fuck her harder," Ben commanded, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. "Make her scream."
I obeyed, managing to find enough coordination to snap my hips forward between Ben's thrusts. Nellie wailed, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood.
"Alex, oh god, Alex—"
"Tell him how it feels," Ben urged, picking up his pace. "Tell him what it's like getting fucked by a guy who's getting fucked."
"It's—" She gasped as I ground against her clit. "It's so deep, so hard—every time he thrusts into you, you hit something inside me—I can't—"
Her pussy started fluttering around me, that telltale sign she was getting close again. Despite everything we'd already done, her body was gearing up for another orgasm.
Mine was too. Ben's relentless assault on my prostate was pushing me toward the edge faster than I'd anticipated. Each thrust made my cock swell inside Nellie, made precum leak from my tip, made my balls draw up tight.
"Touch her," Ben ordered. "Make her come first."
My hand slid between our bodies, finding her clit. It was swollen and sensitive, and the moment I pressed down on it, she started shaking.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged, even as my own voice cracked with pleasure. "Come on my cock. Show Ben how good I'm fucking you while he destroys my ass."
"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm—" Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as the orgasm hit her. Her pussy clamped down on me so tight I saw stars, rippling and squeezing in waves that threatened to pull me over the edge with her.
"Not yet," Ben growled, somehow sensing how close I was. His hand wrapped around the base of my cock—or tried to, reaching around my body. "You don't come until I say."