“Ready, Ava baby?” Ford murmurs, sliding his fingers out of her ass and lining his cock up in their place.
She pops off Wes, glancing over her shoulder at Ford, her voice shaking with shallow pants but her tone absolute. “Yes.”
He starts pushing in slowly, and she fuckingscreams. Her body tenses, her cunt gripping so tight around my dick I groan, tears leaking from her eyes. Ford strokes a hand down her spine,easing in another inch, then another, working himself deeper in her ass. For a second, I wonder if it’s even possible; if her small body can even fit both of us inside her at once. Then Ford finally bottoms out with a low groan, and it’s a fucking sight– my stepsister stretched around both our dicks, taking everything we give her.
Wes slides back into her mouth, and we all start pumping, falling into a rhythm, using her and pushing her past her limits. She’s a goddamn mess– drooling, crying, gasping for air, but she never once says stop. If anything, she keeps whispering“please, please, please”between mouthfuls of Wes.
We all say filthy things to her– Ford telling her what a perfect slut she is, Wes calling her our Doll, me whispering in her ear how she’s never gonna get enough. We edge the shit out of her, keeping her right at the brink, backing off every time she gets close.
Finally, I decide she’s had enough. I pinch her nipple, her hazy eyes sliding to meet mine. “You wanna come?” I snarl.
She nods frantically as Wes fists her hair, forcing her to swallow him deeper.
“Then take it, slut.”
I rub her clit hard, and she explodes, body spasming as she squirts all over my lap. The sight of it makes me lose control, and I come deep inside her, holding her down on my cock as I pump every drop in.
Ford follows a second later, and I feel the heat of it as he finishes in her ass, groaning her name.
Wes yanks her mouth off his cock, jerks himself a few times, and finishes all over her face and tits, painting her in stripes of white. He stands back, breathless, watching the way the cum drips down her skin.
Ava slumps between us, totally spent, legs quivering, body covered in sweat and spit and everything else.
I laugh as she collapses against me. “Good fucking girl,” I mutter, stroking her hair. For a minute, nobody moves. Just the sound of our breathing and the low static of Ford’s laugh.
Ford wipes his dick on the inside of her thigh, then flops back, arms stretched behind his head like he’s just finished a nice meal. “Fuck, I needed that,” he says.
I slide out of Ava, lifting her up and tossing her down onto the couch beside me. She sprawls out, eyes closed, looking like a used-up ragdoll.
I grab a towel from the coffee table and clean myself off, but before I stand, I look down at her, at the mess dripping from her cunt.
“You know,” I say, voice low and dangerous, “I kinda hope you get pregnant.”
She lifts her head, dazed, and frowns. “W-what?”
I lean over, baring my teeth in a smile. “I hope you get knocked up, Ava,” I murmur. “So you end up exactly like your whore mother.”
The words hit her like a slap. Her lips tremble, eyes wide and glossy. “That’s…what?” she whispers.
I grab her jaw, squeezing hard enough that she whimpers. “You think we don’t know what you did? You think we don’t know how you’ve been playing us, you little bitch? We fuckingknow.”
She tries to twist away, but I hold her firm. “So what?” she spits, trying to muster up some fight. “You still want me, Raf.”
Wes and Ford don’t come to her defense. If anything, they look just as pissed as I am. Ford’s mouth is a flat line. Wes’s jaw is clenched so tight it looks like it might snap.
“Yeah, I do.” I grin as I let go, shoving her back onto the couch. “But your mother didn’t. And now we have a pathetic little toy to use until we get sick of you, too.”
Ava stares at us, realization dawning in her eyes. For the first time since Halloween, she looks truly, utterly defeated.
“Come on, boys,” I say, standing and pulling on my clothes. “Let’s leave the slut to clean herself up.”
Ford is already dressed, grabbing his jacket. He walks past Ava without a word, not even a glance. Wes hesitates, looking down at her like he might say something, but then he shakes his head, pulling on his clothes and following Ford out the door.
I’m the last to dress and leave, but before I close the door, I look back at Ava. She’s lying eerily still, face streaked with cum and tears as she stares up at the ceiling.
“See you later, Doll,” I call, then slam the door behind me.
In the hallway, Wes and Ford are waiting. Ford’s lighting a cigarette, Wes staring at the floor.
