Chapter 158 Sex Frat VIP
The denial was exquisite torture. My orgasm hovered right there, just out of reach, while Ben continued to pound into me. Each thrust rubbed my prostate, sending pleasure cascading through my body with nowhere to go.
"Please," I begged, past the point of pride. "Ben, please—"
"Not yet," he repeated, his own voice strained. "Want to feel you fall apart. Want to feel you lose control."
He changed his angle slightly and that was it—game over. His cock dragged directly across my prostate with enough pressure to make my vision white out.
"Now," Ben commanded. "Come now, Alex. Fill her pussy while I fill your ass.”
Permission granted, my body obeyed instantly. The orgasm detonated from my core outward, so intense it bordered on painful. My cock jerked inside Nellie, pumping cum deep into her already-flooded pussy. My ass clenched around Ben's cock, squeezing him tight.
"Fuck!" Ben roared, slamming into me one final time. I felt his cock swell, then pulse, hot spurts of cum flooding my ass.
The sensation triggered something primal in me—being filled while filling someone else, marked from both directions. I came harder, longer than I thought possible, until I was shaking and gasping and completely wrung out.
When it finally subsided, I collapsed onto Nellie, Ben's weight settling onto my back. We were a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests, all three of us struggling to breathe.
Ben pulled out first, and I felt his cum leak out of my ass immediately. The loss made me whimper. Then I pulled out of Nellie, watching my cum join the mess already leaking from her pussy.
We'd destroyed her. Absolutely destroyed her.
And from the blissed-out smile on her face, she'd fucking loved every second.
I rolled off her and onto my back, staring at the ceiling while my heart rate slowly returned to normal. Through the mirror, I could see the main room. The orgy was winding down—people cleaning up, getting dressed, heading out.
But Nellie wasn't looking at the mirror. She was looking at us. At me and Ben.
"That was..." she started, then trailed off, apparently unable to find words.
"Yeah," I agreed, laughing breathlessly. "It really fucking was."
Ben propped himself up on one elbow, studying her with an intensity that made my stomach flip. "So, Nellie. Think you'll come back?"
She was quiet for a moment, her eyes moving between us. Then that slow, wicked smile spread across her face—the same one I'd seen right before we'd wrecked her the first time.
"When's the next party?" she asked.
Ben and I exchanged looks, matching grins spreading across our faces.
"Every Friday, baby," Ben said. "And congratulations—you just made the VIP list."
"VIP?" she asked.
"Exclusive access," I explained. "To this room. To us. To whatever you want."
Her smile widened. "Whatever I want?"
"Whatever," Ben confirmed. "You want two guys? Three? Want to watch? Want to be watched? Want to try things you've never even fantasized about? It's all on the table."
She bit her lip, and I watched the gears turning in her head. The shy girl who'd walked in tonight was gone. In her place was someone who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
"Then I'll see you next Friday," she said, her voice steady despite her wrecked state.
I leaned over and kissed her, slow and deep. "Welcome to Phi Kappa, sweetheart."
"Welcome to the rest of your life," Ben added with a wink.
And as we helped her clean up, as we watched her get dressed and head out int
o the night with our cum still leaking from her holes, I knew one thing for certain:
Next Friday couldn't come fast enough.