Chapter 80 Chapter 72C
Tasha and I had barely slept that night. We spent hours rubbing genitals and shoving fingers deep inside our pussys, laying side by side on the bed.
We continuously hit climax but it wasn't climax enough.
Our pussys were fed up with thin fingers. They needed something bigger. Longer. And fatter.
“Kyla, I badly need a cock. Really bad.” Tasha had cried to me after her third orgasm that night.
And that was when I told her.
“Remember the mirror monster from earlier?” I asked.
“Yes, I do,” she answered in a whisper.
“We would return to him tomorrow,”
She flinched.
“What?! What are you talking about, Kyla?”
“You just need to trust me… as much as I trust my instincts,” I said,
Uncertainty etched itself on her face but she didn't question me further, just nodded.
The next day, we waited for Tasha's dad to leave with the guards.
Now we were alone again.
I wanted to look sexy. Sexy for the monster I didn't even know.
I wore a see-through mini short that sat high above my knees. Really high. Just below my ass cheek.
And paired it with a flared crop top with nothing beneath.
My breast jiggled as I helped Tasha with her hair.
“Perfect! He'd love it,” I said, like I knew anything about the monster.
He wasn't even direct on what he wanted from me and Tasha. But something told me he wanted to take us out of this world … into the world of that massive cock.
The one he pressed to my stomach continuously. The way it throbbed hard and twitched as it touched me.
Like it was meant for me.
Tasha had worn one of her mini-sized skirts with no panties underneath.
Paired with a strapless tube top.
Her nipples were visible from the outside and her damp skin made the top cling to her body.
I knew that monster would not be able to resist her in that outfit
I couldn't either.
Suddenly my breathing became unsteady.
She noticed.
Then gasped.
I took a step forward until I was just inches from her. My breast pressed to hers. I held her waist and brought my face near hers. Our lips brushed.
Then…
A kiss.
Deep and wet.
One hand grazed her waist. The other hand pressed her ass cheek so tight her skirt lifted and her ass was exposed…almost completely.
I caressed her round ass, then trailed my fingers down to her pussy.
So fucking wet.
Slick and slimy.
She moaned and I swallowed her breath. Then continued the kiss.
Continued kissing a girl I called my best friend.
I played with her pussy lips and she moaned to the rhythm of my fingers. The way her pussy slurped against my fingers.
Slowly, I pushed my finger inside her.
Then stuck it out after her pussy swallowed my entire middle finger, my finger now covered in her juices.
I cleaned it on a cloth nearby, my eyes fixed on her, a small smile playing on my lips.
She gasped, “Kyla, that was fucking tempting.”
I chuckled, “It's meant to be.”
We stepped out of the room. The creak of the door echoed in the living room downstairs.
Tasha walked behind me as I led the way down the hallway.
To the forbidden room.
We halted right in front of the door, hearts pounding now, nipples getting harder as our chests rose and fell.
We exchanged glances.
Then I took the bold step…the step that would destroy us forever. The step that would tear our pussys apart. That would leave us dripping in pains mixed with pleasure.
I placed a hand on the door knob and whined it. The creak felt too loud.
Tasha hesitated to step in. But I already did. Already walking towards the mirror like it was my pussy aches that dragged my feet forward.
I couldn't resist summoning him again.
I badly needed to feel him. His cock. Deep inside me, after shattering my innocence.
Then I felt her heat beside me. Tasha.
We exchanged glances again.
Our reflections in the mirror held it's breath as we stared at it. Like it felt the tension too.
Then I raised one hand, my breathing raised alongside.
My fingers grazed the mirror lightly. The glass rippled under my touch, like a calm water disturbed by something external. Something that didn't belong to it.
Not violently. Just mildly.
Then I withdrew and shifted backward.
The mirror blackened and then another reflection stood between mine and Tasha's.
My heart raced even when I knew it wasn't danger.
A beat.
Then…
In a rough, violent rush, he burst out of the mirror like he'd been waiting too long for me. For us.
I held a hand up to shield myself from the pouring glass pieces.
Then slowly turned around after I heard him behind us.
He towered high above us. No horns today. Less monster like, more humanly.
But he still had his black garments on
His eyes flicked between Tasha and I.
He didn't stare at our faces. He stared at our bodies. Eyes scanning us like he could see through us. Like he could smell us.
Now I was instantly aware of every inch of my exposed skin. My pussy swelled up, beating faster than my heart. I could feel slick drip off my pussy. But it got caught between my thighs.
My gaze flicked to Tasha and she stood still just like me, chest rising and falling, nipples stabbing her shirt like it needed his mouth on it urgently.
My breath caught. Thighs clasped together.
He smirked..
Then his voice reverberated in the walls of the forbidden room.
“I smell innocence,” he said as he took one step towards us.
We didn't move.
He walked directly to where I stood and I raised my head in accordance, to keep the eye contact.
He leaned in on me. So close I could feel his breath hit my skin. The skin on my neck.
My neck twitched as his lips brushed against it. Light and familiar. Like I had felt him before.
Of course I have.
My pussy clenched. Lips parted instinctively.
He kissed me and I moaned.
But then he withdrew.
Just enough for our eyes to meet.
I bit my lips, pouting like I wanted him to kiss me right away.
He stepped over to where Tasha stood.
“Sweet girl,” he said, voice deep and gravelly. I could see Tasha's legs tremble. But she stood still regardless. Didn't want him to notice.
He grazed his finger on her neck, just lightly. Light enough to make her gasp.
He put his both hands behind her.
On her ass.
His big hands nearly covered her whole ass cheek as he squeezed them.
Her breath hitched.
He did it again.
Harder this time, eyes fixed on hers.
I could hear her breathing from the near distance.
He squeezed her ass so hard like he wanted to leave a bruise.
With each squeeze, her skirt lifted until it finally settled up on her waist.
Now it was skin to skin. Bare hands on bare ass.
He let one hand slip down to her pussy. I knew for a fact that she was incredibly wet.
Tasha fell into his chest and gripped his garment in her palms, moaning into his chest.
He played his fingers on her entrance, parting her pussy lips and groaning softly like barely touching her and feeling her wetness was turning him on.
He shoved one finger inside her pussy. Slow at first. But then he went faster, thrusting fingers inside her, squirts erupting off her pussy in thin continuous jets.
She moaned and gripped him tighter as he continued fucking her with his big fingers.
My hands were already on my own clit, rubbing fingers on it very fast and moaning. My eyes snapped close.
When I opened my eyes again, Tasha was already on the floor, legs spread apart. The monster draped between her legs, eating her pussy like it was a plate of delicious pie.
Her hair was scattered on the floor, top barely covering her boobs.
His long tongue dripped in and out of her pussy. She was moaning really loudly as if his cock was already inside her.
I immediately shifted myself to the wall. And without thinking for another second, I shoved two fingers deep inside my pussy.
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
I moaned, slamming fingers deep inside me, mouth opened, eyes closed, releasing horny breaths.
By the time I opened my eyes again, He was already on the floor, laid with cock standing thick and stiff like an ancient tower, Tasha already taking it down her throat.
I gasped and abruptly drew my hands…covered in my creams…out of my pussy. The waist band of my shorts fired my waist but I was too horny to notice.
I hurried towards them like I was scared to miss the feast.
Tasha immediately adjusted so I get my own space. She took the tip while I took his shaft.
I played with his balls in my hand and then took his large shaft in my mouth. While Tasha sucked from his tip to the middle of his massive cock.
He groaned like the monster he was, shoving his hip upwards like he wanted to go deeper inside her mouth.
Then I shifted my mouth to his balls…the most thrilling thing I'd ever put in my mouth. I sucked it, played with it and made it pop out my mouth like it was some toy.
But he moaned. Groaned. Slammed his hip upward.
“Arghhhh,” he groaned.
Tasha was the nearest to him. He grabbed her breast with one hand, while the other hand gripped her arm.
He made her lie on her back, his cock dangled as he parted her legs. She moaned, I could see her juices already dripping off her swollen pussy, thighs glistening.
He held his massive cock in his hand and directed it to her pussy. He inserted it. Just the tip.
And that spot immediately shone because it touched her wet juices.
Then he inserted his tip again. She whimpered. He slid it in like he was considering her…the pains she would receive from her young rope-tight pussy receiving his massive ancient cock.
I sat beside, watching the movement of his cock as he kept pushing it inside her.
She didn't scream.
Not yet.
Until half of his cock had penetrated.
Then a loud squeal. She would have jumped out from under him but his grip pinning her to the floor kept her still.
With a thick force, he shoved himself deeper inside her.
Her breath hitched, accompanied by a loud scream that escaped her throat.
But he didn't stop. Instead he thrusted harder. Deeper. Faster.
He didn't care about her pains. His pleasure seemed more valuable to him.
His cock was now covered in blood. Sighting it, his groans became even louder, hips, slamming even harder.
Tasha continued screaming.
But several sex-full moments later, her painful screams were replaced with moans.
I lowered my face and kissed her lips…light and sensual. Then I shifted and took her boobs in my mouth, sucking her tits slowly.
She gripped my hair and moaned into my neck.
I moaned too.
Then kissed her chest, trailing my lips up to her neck while she still got fucked.
My pussy ached, beat and dripped harder. But I was patient. Because I knew that the more turned on I became, the less painful it'd be when he finally shoved his massive cock inside me.
I straddled Tasha, legs draped over her face, pussy on her mouth.
I felt her tongue lick me. Cold and sweet.
I moaned, then supported my weight with my hands on the ground above her head. Then I started twerking on her face. Her tongue leaking my pussy was heavenly.
She held my thighs, then sucked life out of my pussy.
I moaned and threw my head backwards.
But it didn't take long before we heard car horns outside.
Oh, goddess.
Dad?!
I exclaimed and took my pussy out of her face.
Tasha lifted her neck, a sudden uneasiness loomed over her. But the cock still slamming her pussy didn't let it linger too long.
He took her even harder. Slamming really fast because he wanted to cum before returning to his hiding spot.
Tasha started moaning again.
I no longer saw my chance of being fucked by him that day, so I started fingering myself right there, moaning to myself because no one else cared. Everyone was too busy working their way into an urgent orgasm.
Shortly after, the monster stopped thrusting, his cock just remained fixed, deep inside her pussy, his cum dripping out of her.
Tasha's orgasm dripped out and mixed with his cum.
He didn't let another second pass before standing up from her, his cock bouncing out of her pussy and scattering cum on the floor.
With lightening speed, he returned to the mirror, disappearing into it, the glass piecing together to form the spotless frame no one would ever suspect.
Tasha got up with haste and fear. “Quick, Kyla, let's leave before dad finds out.”
She stood up, wiped off the blood-mixed cum on her thighs, arranged her clothes and dashed out of the room, expecting that I was coming behind her.
But I didn't want to leave. Not when my pussy still ached for something. I turned to the mirror and it looked calm and innocent.
But I knew he could see me. Could feel my ache.
I made my way out, sluggishly.
But I froze when I opened the door and found Tasha's dad in front of me, eyes red with anger.
At that point, I knew I'd met my end.