5. #2
I thought Tyrell would pull the wand away when I came. I thought he would give me a second to breathe.
He didn't.
He held the wand firmly in place, grinding it against my clit even as my body continued to convulse.
The pleasure mutated into suffering. My clit was too sensitive. It felt like he was holding a live wire against the rawest nerve.
"Stop!" I sobbed, thrashing my head side to side. "Please, Tyrell, I can’t!"
"I didn't say you were done," Tyrell said calmly, increasing the speed on the wand.
My body had no choice. It was just a biological response. The vibe triggered a second cataclysmic orgasm almost immediately on the heels of the first.
I screamed again, a raw, hoarse sound, my eyes rolling back in my head. My pussy and ass clamped down violently on the thick toys stretching me open, the spasms wracking my exhausted frame.
"Look at her shake," Jackson laughed from behind me, twisting the plug in my ass to maximize the internal pressure. "She's a fucking machine."
And they didn't stop. They forced me into a third orgasm, then a fourth.
My body became a chaotic blur of screaming nerves and muscle contractions.
I was sobbing, begging, pleading for them to stop, completely unable to handle it all.
I felt like my mind was detaching from my body, hovering somewhere above the bed, watching some poor, broken creature twitch and wail under the hands of three monsters.
By the time Tyrell finally pulled the wand away, I was a weeping, incoherent mess, drooling onto the sheets, my entire body vibrating with exhaustion.
But they weren't finished with me. They’d only just begun. The toys had done their job for them. I was stretched, raw, and completely pliable.
"Take the plastic out," DeMarcus said. "This bitch needs real meat."
Jackson pulled the metal plug from my ass. DeMarcus yanked the dildo from my cunt. The sudden emptiness felt strange, cold.
Then, they moved into position.
Jackson lay flat on his back in the center of the ruined bed.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me roughly on top of him.
I straddled his thighs, my knees sinking into the damp mattress.
My pussy was so swollen and thoroughly abused that as I lowered my weight, his thick, rigid cock slid home inside me without any effort all.
He filled me completely, his pubic bone grinding against my aching clit.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, but Tyrell was already there. He stood at the edge of the bed, looming over my head. He grabbed a fistful of my tangled blonde hair, yanked my face up toward his groin, and shoved his massive cock past my bruised lips.
I gagged, my throat constricting as he hit my tonsils. I was impaled from the top and the bottom, struggling to find a rhythm, my lungs burning for oxygen.
And DeMarcus hadn’t laid a finger on me yet.
He crawled onto the bed behind me. I felt his sweat-slicked hips press against my bare, sunburned ass.
The heat of his skin against my scorched flesh sent a sharp, agonizing sting across my lower back.
DeMarcus saw me flinch. He laughed and dragged his nails across my blistered shoulders.
The searing pain spiked instantly, cross-wiring with the deep, throbbing ache in my cunt as he lined up his massive cock.
They were going to use every single inch of my pain to get themselves off, and God help me, I wanted them to.
"Make room, J," he grunted.
What the actual fuck?
I felt the blunt, incredibly wide head of DeMarcus's cock press against my pussy, right alongside the base of Jackson's shaft.
Two cocks in my cunt?
Two great big black cocks?
A sudden, dirty rush of heat cut right through the brain fog.
Stretch me out, my brain screamed. Tear me apart.
"Yes, please," I moaned around Tyrell's meat, the sound muffled but desperate.
I pushed my hips back, opening myself as wide as physically possible, practically begging DeMarcus to force his way in.
"Push down, bitch," Jackson ordered from beneath me, his hands clamping onto my waist to hold me steady.
I did what I was told. It didn’t seem to help. But then DeMarcus grabbed his big thick shaft and forced it up into the sliver of space at the back of my cunt.
The pain was an excruciating white-hot ring of fire. I felt the tissue of my pussy stretching to the absolute point of tearing. The sheer, impossible size of two massive cocks fighting for space inside me was more than I could bear. I screamed and I screamed.
Neither of them gave a single fuck.
DeMarcus shoved his hips forward, burying himself deep.
I had time to feel surprised. I thought men like these would never cross the streams. Obviously, I was wrong.
Their cocks ground and rubbed against each other inside me, stretching me so far I thought bones might shatter.
I was completely, terrifyingly stuffed. I couldn't move.
I was locked in place by their giant cocks.
"Fuck, it's tight," DeMarcus groaned, pulling back an inch and driving forward again.
They fucked my pussy together for what felt like an eternity, pushing me beyond anything I thought survivable. My mind started to detach, floating above the bed, watching this broken, degraded creature taking two huge athletes in one hole while sucking off a third.
Then, DeMarcus pulled out.
The sudden loss of pressure was a fleeting, micro-second of relief before the next nightmare began.
He took things up a notch.
I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my red, raw, desperately aching asshole. The butt plug had done its job—my asshole was loose, weeping, and prepped for him.
"Push back," he told me and he drove himself into my ass in one fluid, brutal motion.
He had just me airtight. My body was maxed out. I had Jackson thrusting up into my cunt from below, DeMarcus pounding into my bowels from behind, and Tyrell skull-fucking me from above.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. Every single orifice was plugged with thick dark meat.
They started to move, a chaotic, uncoordinated rhythm that tore me apart from the inside out. Jackson thrusting up, DeMarcus slamming forward, Tyrell destroying my throat.
They pushed my broken body over the edge one final time.
I couldn't stop it.
It was a violent, world-ending explosion that made my entire body seize. My pussy and my ass clamped down simultaneously, crushing Jackson and DeMarcus, milking them with terrifying, involuntary force. My throat spasmed around Tyrell.
And they all broke at exactly the same time.
Tyrell shot his load deep into my throat, gagging me, forcing me to swallow a massive volume of scalding, bitter cum. Jackson emptied his balls into my pussy, flooding me with pulse after pulse. And DeMarcus dumped his load directly into my ass.
I took all three loads simultaneously. I choked, sobbed, and bucked against the mattress, completely overwhelmed by what they’d done to me and what they were pumping into me.
When they finally pulled out of my destroyed, gaping holes, I collapsed sideways onto the mattress, a hollowed-out, weeping shell. Thick, heavy ropes of cum spilled from my mouth, my pussy, and my ass, pooling on the ruined sheets beneath me.
I lay there for hours after they left the room, too broken to move, too full to sleep, my mind wiped completely blank by everything I’d endured.
The sun rose on the morning of the third day and I woke on the floor of the bathroom, curled in a fetal position, where I had somehow crawled during the night. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest when I tried to move. My jaw was locked. My ass and pussy were gaping and sore.