The erotic, verbal lash was a blow to every sense, driving me higher. It coiled tight in my belly, a knot of humiliation and raw need. The Black Mask was still behind me, and when his fingers found my soaked slit, I bucked against his hand as he slid them inside of me.
A strangled sound caught in my throat. Anyprotest died, transformed into a muffled moan as he shoved two thick fingers inside me.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” he grunted, his voice thick with a lust that felt less like desire and more like ownership. “Even after getting fucked by all three of us just last night, her little cunt is strangling my fingers.”The Black Mask worked his fingers in and out, a rough, punishing rhythm that moved against my most sensitive places.
The stretch was immense, almost painful, and my traitorous body clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
“Hear that?,” The Skull said sensuously. “Her fucking pussy is sucking his fingers in. Born to beused, this one.” And then he kissed me, his tongue forcing its way past my lips in a brutal, wet claim.
I could taste the coffee on his breath, the raw, musky scent of his skin filling my lungs. All of their scents invaded my consciousness until all I felt, smelled, and heard wasthem. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected us. “Going to ruin all your sweet holes,” he whispered, then dragged his tongue over my bottom lip.
I didn’t have time to breathe, not when clothes were coming off and the heat was rising in the cabin.
In one brutal, fluid motion, one of them hooked his arms under my knees, lifting me easily until I felt the world turn. And then I was back on the bed while my legs were pushed up toward my shoulders. The position was obscene, utterly exposing me so my back was arched into an unbearable curve that made every nerve ending scream. The pressure was intense, uncomfortable, as I was held in position for them.
And then it was The Black Mask who was between my thighs. I felt the blunt, insistent head of his cock press against my pussy hole. He was huge, his cock a threatening promise of being split open. “Please,” I gasped, panting,unable to think clearly. Everything felt like broken pieces all around me.
“Please what, you filthy, beautiful whore?” The Skull murmured and stepped closer. “Beg for the hard fucking you clearly need.”
I opened my mouth, but the words from The Skull had been nothing but a taunt because, before I could say anything, The Black Mask drove into me with a single, devastating thrust that stole the air from my lungs. A sharp, exquisite pain gave way to a feeling of being stuffed beyond capacity, stretched to my absolute limit. I cried out a raw, ragged sound that was pure sensation.
“That’sit,” The Stag growled, his voice vibrating through my body. “Really open up for him.”
The Black Mask moved, short, deep pumps that jolted my entire frame against the mattress. “Take it. Your perfect cunt was made for our cocks.”
The Skull was on my right, and The Stag moved to my left. Both started jerking off while I was being fucked, clear strings of pre-cum dripping from the slits at the crowns of their cocks. The Black Mask’s pace quickened, and each thrust felt like a testament to how submissive I truly was where they were concerned.
The slapping sound of his skin meeting mysloppy, wet pussy and of everyone grunting and groaning filled the small room. It was a lewd chorus to my choked moans.
The Black Mask had his palms on the back of my inner thighs, holding my legs to my chest and keeping me spread open. The uncomfortable bend of my body amplified every movement, concentrating the force of his fucking directly on to a spot deep inside me that burned like a terrifying building fire.
“You see how she takes it?” The Skull murmured, his hand stroking himself faster as he watched, angling his cock right over my face so his slick seed dripped onto my mouth. The Stag did the same but aimed his dick over my breasts, his pre-cum a hot mess over my mounds.
“She’s a fucking natural. Look at that beautiful, ruined desperation on her face,” The Black Mask grunted, his teeth bared as sweat beaded at his temples.
Their corruption was overwhelming physical pleasure, whipping my mind into a frenzy. I was nothing but a collection of raw nerves… a vessel for their use. The Stag’s hand sliding over his cock became frantic. I was fucked harder, and more seed spilled from The Stag and The Skull, covering my face and chest.
My moans were constant now, loud and uninhibited.
“I’m gonna fill this greedy hole,” The Black Mask snarled, his control fraying. He had a finger on my clit and rubbed me with measured, controlled motions until I saw stars. His thrusts lost all rhythm, becoming a wild, frantic pounding. “Gonna pump my fucking cum so deep inside you, you’ll be feeling it slipping out of you all fucking day.”
His words, his gigantic cock shoved in me, and the way he rubbed my clit tipped me over the edge. My orgasm erupted without warning, a convulsive, shattering wave that locked my body in a rigid arch. My cunt clamped down on his dick with a violent, milking pressure, and my moan was pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
The Stag and The Skull grunted loudly, and then they were coming, shooting thick, white jets of cum over my face, neck, and breasts. The Black Mask growled and slammed into me in one final, bottoming-out thrust. I felt the hot, sudden flood of his release jetting inside me, his shaft pulsing in time with his orgasm.
The Black Mask held himself there, buried to thehilt, balls emptying inside of me, as my body continued to shudder around his penetration. I was hypersensitive and overwhelmed.
The warmth of his cum inside me was a shocking, intimate presence. But he didn’t pull out. He stayed there, his cock still semi-hard, plugging me full of his semen. The Skull and The Stag gave two shakes to their cocks, making sure every drop landed on my overheated skin and in my greedy mouth.
The room settled into a thick, weighted quiet, the kind that felt alive against my skin. Heat still hung in the air, clinging to the walls, to the sheets, to me.
The Stag and The Skull had finally eased back but only just, still hovering close enough that when they reached out, their hands drifted over my skin in slow, proprietary strokes, tracing the mess they’d made of me.
The Black Mask hadn’t moved at all. His weight held me to the mattress, his breath still coming out fast and hard. Every subtle shift of his body echoed inside mine, a reminder of just how deeply he was still rooted in my pussy.
No one spoke. Words would’ve broken whatever this was… this strange, charged stillness that felt more intimate than anything we’d done before.
The Stag’s thumb swept across my cheek,smearing the warmth of the cum The Skull left on my lips and chin. His motion was deliberate, almost a reverent glide. His gaze stayed fixed on me, dark and unreadable.
