Chapter 67 Stretched Beyond Reason

Chapter 67 Stretched Beyond Reason
The sounds from Melissa and Fareed's room grow louder.
She's a shameless screamer, or maybe it's just the weed making her act like that, but whatever. Who cares?
It only makes us want to match the energy.
Ryan's grip tightens in my hair as he fucks my throat harder. Zayn's tongue pushes deeper into my ass, two of his fingers plunging into my dripping cunt.

I'm trying so hard not to come because I still want to experience double penetration from them, but I can't control myself.
The pleasure isn't something I can manage.
I silently scream around Ryan's cock as I come first, my pussy convulsing hard on Zayn's fingers while my asshole pulses against his tongue.
Ryan pulls out of my mouth, his cock shining with my spit and his precum.
Rough, ragged breaths make his chest rise and fall.
He didn't come yet, but I'm sure he was so damn close. And from the look on both their faces, they're not done with me yet.

Zayn lies flat on his back, his cock so hard it's almost jutting out of his pants.
He strips himself of it within a second and impatiently pulls me on top of him, guiding me until I'm straddling his waist in a cowgirl position.
My wet pussy swallows every thick, veiny inch of him, to the hilt.
"Fucking…" he curses, his hands gripping my thighs. "...hell."
Ryan moves behind me, his breathing still ragged and heavy.
I've never seen him so impatient, and raw, and so fucking horny, like this.

His usual gentle demeanour is gone, and in its place is something darker. Something more desperate.
His hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them open.
We've never done anal during the entire time we were in our situationship. I don't know what makes him think I can take it right now, especially with Zayn's cock still buried deep in my pussy.
But I don't stop him.

Maybe it's the weed or the alcohol. Maybe it's the way my body is already simmering and open and aching for more.
Or maybe he just sees that I'm not objecting… that I'm arching my back, silently offering myself to both of them.
Ryan spits onto my already slick asshole to lubricate it even more, then starts pushing in.
The stretch, as intense as it is, is about to drive me mad.
My ass burns as the head pushes past the muscle, forcing me open wide.

I gasp sharply, my fingernails digging into Zayn's chest as Ryan slowly sinks deeper into my ass.
"Oh my fucking g-g-god…" I whimper, my voice cracking on the cry.
I'm so stuffed.
So full.
Zayn's cock is buried in my pussy. Ryan's thick shaft is stretching my ass wide open. I can feel them both pressing against each other through the thin wall separating my holes.

Ryan's cock is now fully in my ass, and he lets out a long, satisfied groan.
I'm shaking, panting, sweating like I'm in a fucking sauna. But I'm just really overwhelmed by the sheer fullness.
It feels like I'm going to split into two, but in the most sinfully delicious way possible.
Then they start moving.
Zayn thrusts up into my cunt while Ryan starts fucking my ass.
He gives it to me hard and fast, making my whole body jolt forward onto Zayn's cock.
I fist his T-shirt, staring into his eyes as I get destroyed from the front and back.

Who would've thought this would ever happen? Zayn and Ryan fucking me together.
One pounding my pussy, the other railing my ass.
Every thrust pushes me forward onto the other cock like I'm getting tossed back and forth like a tennis ball.
My body is making wet sounds, and my dripping holes are being used recklessly.
I'm moaning nonstop. I'm being loud and shameless like Melissa.
I don't fucking care.
I feel too fucking good.

Zayn's hands grab my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples hard. Ryan's fingers hold me in place as he fucks me deeper, harder.
I like this version of him.
He should smoke weed more.
Within minutes, I'm coming again, and it's draining me. I don't just come from my cunt, I come from my ass too, and by the gods, I swear it is the best feeling ever.
Nothing can measure up to it.

Ryan groans ferally as the spasms continue to squeeze his cock.
Even Zayn doesn't stay silent.
It's an amazing thing to have two hot males groaning, being vocal as we satisfy our carnal desires.
I don't think an increased libido is the only thing the weed and alcohol gave them; I think it also gave them strength.
A lasting ability in bed.
Not that they never lasted before, but damn, this time around, it's like they're so high on fucking me, they don't want to stop.

I don't know how much longer they keep fucking me, but I'm in this state where I'm just there, taking it all, wanting them to come so I can sleep.
Ryan's balls slap against me as he thrusts harder and faster. My clit is so overstimulated that the friction of our bodies feels like electric shocks racing up my spine.
Eventually, Zayn comes first, with a rough grunt, filling me up with this thick, hot cum.
Ryan follows seconds later, slamming into my ass one final time and holding there as he comes.

I'm a thoroughly used, shaking mess between them.
Cum leaks from both my pussy and my ass, and every part of me is sore because I've been wrecked beyond imagining.
Ryan pulls out from my ass first, slowly. Then Zayn, from my cunt.
Suddenly, I feel exposed.
I feel like I'm gaping.
My limbs give out, and I collapse onto Zayn's chest, completely spent.

Ryan crashes down beside us, falling into sleep almost immediately.
My eyelids grow heavier too, the combination of alcohol, weed, and the intense, bone-deep exhaustion from being used so recklessly pulling me under fast.
Tonight, I didn't have to choose between any of them.
And it felt fucking perfect.
I'm sure I fall asleep with a small, satisfied smile on my face.

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The next morning, it is not the sound of birds chirping that wakes me.
It is Ryan's absolutely horror-filled voice.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
My eyes fly open.
Bright sunlight is pouring through the large windows, illuminating the room and bringing brutal clarity.
Ryan is sitting upright on the bed, staring down at the three of us with wide, disbelieving eyes.
His face is pale, his mouth slightly open from the sheer shock of what he's seeing.

Zayn stirs beside me, groaning low as the sunlight hits his face, but he doesn't wake fully.
I'm lying between them, completely naked, my thighs still sticky with dried cum.
The sheets are a mess, twisted and stained and smelling of sex.
Ryan's gaze darts from me to Zayn, then back to me again.
His voice grows more agitated, more horrified when he speaks again.
"Ashleigh?" He calls my name like a question. "What. The actual fuck. Happened?"

I sit up slowly just as Zayn finally opens his eyes. He rubs a hand over his face, still processing the hangover and the sudden rush of clarity.
"Oh, fuck no." He curses, sitting up.
Ryan looks like he's about to be sick, still waiting for me to answer his question.
The high of last night is completely gone. All that's left is the cold, brutal light of morning… and the very real consequences of not having to choose.