Chapter 25 Mandie #3
Not just his body. His cock. His hands. His mouth. Every point of contact between us buzzed with an electric hum, like a current running straight through my nerves. My vision blurred, my back arching off the wall as the sensation overwhelmed me.
“Ah, fuck!” My voice cracked, my pussy clenching around him, desperate to hold on as he pounded into me, his speed inhuman, his thrusts relentless.
Behind me, Roger’s breath was hot against my neck, his hands sliding over my ass, his fingers spreading me open. I could feel him, hard again, thick, already slick with pre-cum. And damn did my body ache for it, my hole clenching empty and needy.
Johnny’s vibrations made every touch feel amplified, every stroke of his cock inside me dragging against walls still sensitive from Roger’s earlier fucking.
I was drowning in it, my moans turning into breathless, broken sobs as Johnny’s pace turned punishing, his hips slamming into me with a force that should’ve hurt, but fuck, it felt good.
Then Roger pushed into my ass.
No warning. No buildup. Just the thick, unrelenting press of his cock breaching my ass, stretching me open inch by agonizing inch. I screamed, my body locking up as the dual invasion sent a fresh wave of pleasure-pain crashing through me.
Johnny didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, his vibrations making the stretch burn in the best way, my muscles struggling to relax around Roger’s girth even as my pussy gushed around Johnny’s cock.
“That’s it,” Roger growled, his voice rough against my ear. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers bruising as he sank deeper, his thrusts slow and deliberate, forcing me to take every inch.
Johnny’s speed made the friction insane, his cock rubbing against Roger’s through the thin wall of my pussy, the two of them filling me so completely I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
And then Roger lifted all three of us.
One second, my feet were braced against the wall, the next, we were airborne, Johnny’s back pressed flat against the cold surface as Roger’s strength held us all suspended. My stomach flipped, the sudden shift in gravity making my head spin, but there was no time to adjust.
There we hung in the air. Roger pushing into my ass, pressing me against Johnny in my pussy, with Johnny's back pressed against the wall. Three of us going at it twenty feet in the air.
Roger’s thrusts turned punishing, his hips snapping against my ass with enough force to jolt my entire body.
Johnny’s vibrations never stopped, his cock pulsing inside me, his hands gripping my thighs as he fucked up into me, our bodies sandwiched between them like I was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure.
And fuck, was it good.
Every thrust from Roger drove me down harder onto Johnny, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over, his vibrations making my clit throb with every movement.
My tits bounced with the force of their fucking, my nipples hard and aching, my skin slick with sweat.
Roger’s hands slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite at my throat, his teeth marking me as his.
“You’re ours, Mandie,” he snarled, his voice raw. “Say it.”
I couldn’t think. My brain was short-circuiting, my body nothing but a vessel for their cocks, their hands, their demands. Johnny’s fingers dug into my ass, his thrusts turning erratic, his vibrations making my vision blur at the edges.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “She’s gonna, fuck—”
I came with a scream, my body trembling in the air.
It ripped through me like a storm, my pussy clamping down around Johnny’s cock, my ass milking Roger’s length as my body convulsed between them. My nails raked down Johnny’s chest, my back arching as the orgasm wrecked me, my sobs echoing off the gym walls.
Roger didn’t let up. Neither did Johnny. They fucked me through it, their cocks pistoning in and out of my trembling body, their grunts and groans filling the air as they chased their own releases.
Roger came first.
His cock swelled inside me, his thrusts turning jerky, his grip on my hips bruising as he buried himself to the hilt and flooded my ass with his cum. I could feel it, hot, thick, endless, filling me up as he groaned, his body shuddering against mine.
Johnny wasn’t far behind. His vibrations reached a fever pitch, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a broken cry, his cum spilling deep into my pussy, mixing with Roger’s as they owned me together.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the gym were our ragged breaths, the wet slap of skin, the occasional drip of cum leaking from my overstuffed holes.
Roger’s hands gentled, his lips pressing against the back of my neck as Johnny’s forehead dropped to my shoulder, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
My head sank down from exhaustion. What I saw was the entire bottom flooded with water, flooded with Sebastian, and he was ready.
It wasn’t a slow creep, it was a surge, a living tide crashing over us in an instant.
Sebastian’s form, no longer contained to the edges of the room, moved, coiling around our legs, our waists, our chests like a serpent made of liquid heat.
The moment it touched my skin, I gasped, not from the cold, but from the way it molded to me, slipping between my thighs, lapping at the cum leaking from my stretched holes, as if tasting them.
Roger’s grip tightened, his breath rough against my ear.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he murmured, and then we were sinking.
The world dissolved into blue-tinged darkness as we surged deep under the water, under Sebastian.
The water swallowed us whole, but there was no panic, no choking, no burning in my lungs. Sebastian’s power wrapped around us like a second skin, forcing oxygen into my bloodstream, filling my chest with an unnatural ease.
I exhaled, bubbles streaming from my lips, and the water pressed back, thick and warm, cradling me as Roger and Johnny adjusted their holds. My back arched as Johnny’s cock twitched inside me, his vibrations now muffled but no less intense beneath the water’s resistance.
The sensation was different—every thrust, every pulse of Roger’s hips, was slowed by the liquid, dragged out, the friction turning molten as the water swirled around us, teasing my clit, my nipples, every inch of exposed skin.
Sebastian’s voice echoed in my mind, smooth and dark, like the current itself. “You look so fucking perfect like this.”
His water slithered up my torso, cupping my breasts, fingers of liquid pinching my nipples until I jerked, a silent scream tearing from my throat. The pressure built, Johnny’s cock throbbed, Roger’s thick length stretching my pussy wider with each vibrating, deliberate thrust.
The water pushed against them, tightening around their shafts as they fucked me, the resistance making every inch they buried inside me feel bigger, deeper. My vision blurred, the blue haze of the water distorting everything except the raw, animalistic need coiling in my gut.
Roger’s hands slid up my ribs, his thumbs pressing into the undersides of my breasts as he pulled me back against his chest, his cock grinding into my ass with a possessive roll of his hips.
Johnny’s fingers dug into my thighs, his speed powers flickering even underwater, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate.
The water swirled faster between my legs, Sebastian’s control unmistakable as two thick streams of liquid forced their way inside me alongside Johnny’s cock, filling me in a way that made my stomach clench.
“That’s it,” Sebastian’s voice purred, the water vibrating against my G-spot, my walls, my everything. “Take us all.”
I couldn’t even scream.
The pleasure was too big, too much. Johnny’s vibrations rattled through my bones, Roger’s cock split my ass open with every punishing thrust, and Sebastian’s water fucked me from the inside out, stroking places no flesh could reach.
The water intensified, like jets in a hot tub, strong enough to break through a bank vault, pounding on every surface of me inside and out.
My orgasms came in brutal, overlapping waves, my body convulsing between them, my nails raking down Roger’s forearms as I tried to ground myself.
The water muffled the sounds, but I felt Johnny’s groan against my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he came, his cum pumping into me in hot, thick spurts that the water immediately lapped up, swirling it around his cock, milking him for more.
Roger wasn’t far behind. His rhythm turned jagged, his breath ragged in my ear as his cock swelled, stretching me to the point of pain before he buried himself to the hilt and flooded my ass.
The water around us churned, Sebastian’s power reacting to the release, the currents pulling Roger’s cum from my body only to push it back in, over and over, as if he couldn’t decide whether to clean me or drown me in it.
I was drowning anyway.
Not in water, no, the oxygen still flowed, my lungs still burned with the effort of breathing through the pleasure, but in them. In the way Sebastian’s water coiled around my throat, not choking me, but holding me, forcing my head back as his liquid fingers traced the line of my jaw, my lips.
“Such a good girl,” his voice murmured, the praise sending another violent shudder through me.
“Taking everything we give you.” Roger’s hands slid up to my throat, his grip firm but not cruel, his thumbs brushing my pulse points as he turned my face toward his, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted like salt and cum and ownership.