A month had passed since that terrifying night on the rooftop, but the memories of Jason's brutal assault still lingered in my mind, haunting me at the most unexpected moments. Life had returned to a semblance of normalcy, but an undercurrent of unease remained, a constant reminder of the darkness I'd faced.
One evening, feeling an inexplicable urge to confront the horror board game that had started it all, I found myself in front of it once more. Its aged, sinister appearance seemed to mock me, daring me to tempt fate again. I took a deep breath and pinned a blank piece of paper to the board, intending to write something provocative or perhaps mundane—just to see what would happen.
Before I could put pen to paper, a strange noise echoed from the hallway. Startled, I turned away from the board and went to investigate. The noise was faint, like a whisper of movement, but in the stillness of my apartment, it was enough to set my nerves on edge.
I walked cautiously down the hallway, checking the rooms as I passed. Everything seemed in order, no sign of intruders or anything amiss. I lingered in the kitchen, my mind racing with possibilities, but ultimately finding nothing.
Reassured but still somewhat unsettled, I returned to the living room where the horror board game awaited. As I approached, I realized that in my distraction, I had forgotten entirely what I had planned to write. The blank paper still fluttered innocuously on the board, untouched and unmarked.
I sighed, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. Perhaps it was for the best, leaving the board empty. The last experience had been more than I had bargained for, and part of me wasn't eager to see what else the game could conjure.
With a shake of my head, I removed the blank paper from the board and tucked it away. I decided to leave the board alone, at least for now. The night was still young, and as the shadows lengthened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of cautious optimism. Maybe some things were better left unwritten.
At midnight, I woke up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest. Something felt off, a creeping sense of dread settling over me. As I rubbed my eyes, I realized with growing horror that I couldn't see anything. Darkness enveloped me completely, an all-consuming void where my vision used to be.
Panic set in, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers trembling as I clutched it tightly. I held down the button to activate Siri, hoping beyond hope for some assistance. "Siri, call 911," I said, my voice trembling.
There was no response. The phone was dead, its battery completely drained. My heart sank as I realized I was truly alone in this darkness.
I needed to stay calm, to think. The telephone in the TV room—that was my best bet. Taking a deep breath, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my hands outstretched to feel my way through the unfamiliar landscape of my own home.
Each step was tentative, my fingers grazing the walls as I navigated the hallway. The floor creaked beneath my feet, the only sound in the oppressive silence. I counted my steps, trying to map out the distance in my mind. The familiar path seemed treacherous now, every corner a potential hazard.
I stumbled, my hip colliding with the edge of a table, and stifled a cry of pain. I couldn't afford to lose my composure. I needed to stay focused, to reach the TV room and the safety of the telephone.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the doorway to the TV room. My fingers traced the outline of the doorframe, a small victory in the darkness. I stepped inside, my pulse quickening with a mix of hope and fear.
The telephone was on the far side of the room, next to the TV stand. I moved cautiously, my hands sweeping in front of me to avoid any obstacles. As I neared the phone, my foot caught on something, and I stumbled again, catching myself on the edge of the sofa.
I reached out, my fingers grazing the cool plastic of the telephone. Relief flooded through me as I picked up the receiver and pressed it to my ear, my other hand fumbling for the buttons.
But before I could dial, a noise froze me in place—a soft, almost imperceptible creak coming from the direction of the hallway. My breath caught in my throat as the realization dawned on me: I wasn't alone.
Heart pounding in my chest, I gathered every ounce of courage and stood up, the telephone receiver still clutched in my hand. I took a deep breath and moved cautiously toward the hallway, my senses heightened in the darkness.
The sound of flowing water reached my ears, a faint but persistent trickle that seemed to come from the kitchen. Panic bubbled within me, but I forced myself to move forward, one careful step at a time. My fingers grazed the walls, guiding me through the black void.
Reaching the kitchen doorway, I paused, listening intently. The sound of running water was louder now, and with a sense of growing dread, I made my way inside. The air was cooler here, the faint scent of dampness hanging in the air.
I extended my hands, feeling my way to the sink. The sound of water gushing from the tap filled my ears as my fingers brushed against the cold metal of the faucet. With a shaky breath, I turned the tap off, the water slowing to a trickle before stopping entirely.
For a moment, I stood there, my hands gripping the edge of the sink, trying to steady myself. How had the tap been turned on? My mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
Suddenly, a faint sound caught my attention—a soft, almost imperceptible creak coming from the direction of the living room. My blood ran cold as I realized the noise I had heard earlier had not been my imagination.
I backed away from the sink, moving cautiously toward the doorway. The phone in my hand felt like a lifeline, though I knew it was useless without power. Every step felt like an eternity as I made my way back to the hallway, my senses straining to detect any movement in the darkness.
As I reached the hallway, the silence pressed in around me, thick and suffocating. I had to find another way to call for help, to reach out to someone who could save me from this nightmare. But first, I needed to know if I was truly alone.
I took a deep breath and called out into the darkness, my voice trembling but resolute. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
The only response was the echo of my own voice, fading into the stillness. I waited, every nerve on edge, but no answer came. Gathering my courage, I decided to check the living room, to confront whatever—or whoever—was lurking in the shadows.
Step by step, I moved toward the living room, my fingers trailing along the wall for support. The silence was oppressive, each moment stretching out endlessly. But I knew I couldn't stop now. I had to find the source of the noise, to uncover the truth behind this unsettling night.
As I reached the living room doorway, I paused, listening for any sign of movement. The room was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint rustling of the curtains in the breeze.
At the doorway, I felt a sudden, firm grip on my shoulders, pulling me back against a solid, muscular chest. My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing as panic surged through me. A pair of hands groped my breasts roughly, the sensation sending a jolt of shock and confusion through my body.
"Who's there?" I gasped, my voice trembling with fear.
The hands didn't respond, only squeezed my breasts harder, kneading them with a brutal intensity. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, a silent and oppressive presence. Before I could gather my thoughts, one of the hands left my breast and slipped a finger into my mouth, pressing against my tongue with an unsettling familiarity.
The taste was metallic and strange, mingling with the salt of my own fear. I tried to pull away, to bite down, but the grip on my shoulders tightened, holding me in place. The finger withdrew from my mouth, leaving me gasping for air, and then I felt it trail down to my nipple, teasing and circling it with a deliberate slowness that made my skin crawl.
I squirmed, trying to break free, but the hands were relentless, the finger continuing its torturous dance around my sensitive nipple. My body reacted involuntarily, a confusing mix of terror and unwanted arousal. The sensation of his touch was overwhelming, the darkness amplifying every movement, every breath.
"Stop," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. "Please, stop."
As the hands trailed lower, my breath caught in my throat. Panic and dread warred with the unbidden responses of my body. I felt those strong, insistent fingers glide over my stomach and down between my thighs, and a shudder ran through me. I tried to clamp my legs shut, but the hands were relentless, prying them apart with ease.
"Please," I whimpered, my voice barely more than a whisper.
The hands ignored my plea, one slipping down to stroke my pussy. I gasped, my body betraying me as soft moans escaped my lips. The fingers moved with a cruel precision, finding my most sensitive spots and teasing them with an agonizing slowness.
"Stop," I whispered, my resolve crumbling as the sensations overwhelmed me. "Please, stop."
But my body didn't listen. Each touch, each stroke sent waves of unwanted pleasure coursing through me, mingling with the fear and confusion that clouded my mind. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans that betrayed my helplessness, but they came anyway, soft and involuntary.
The fingers slid along my wet folds, exploring and teasing, and I felt a traitorous heat build in my core. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking more of the touch that both tormented and aroused me. It was as if my body had been taken over by a force beyond my control, responding to the skilled hands with a desperate need.
My breath came in ragged gasps, each one a mix of fear and reluctant desire. The darkness around me seemed to close in, amplifying every sensation, every touch. I was lost in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, my mind screaming for it to stop while my body craved more.
The fingers delved deeper, pressing into me with a firm, insistent rhythm. My walls clenched around them, and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips, louder this time. It echoed in the oppressive silence, a testament to my shame and helplessness.
"Please," I begged one last time, my voice breaking. "Please, no more."
Suddenly, the hands stopped. For a moment, I stood there in the dark, heart pounding, waiting for the next move, the next assault. But nothing happened. The silence was suffocating, the air thick with tension. Every nerve in my body screamed for action, but I felt paralyzed, unsure of what to do next.
After what felt like an eternity, I gathered the courage to move. I made my way back to the living room, my steps hesitant and unsteady. The familiar surroundings provided little comfort in the face of my growing dread. I reached the couch and sank into it, my hands trembling as I picked up the telephone once more.
With shaking fingers, I dialed 911, my breath catching as the call connected. The sound of the operator's voice brought a brief flicker of hope. "911, what's your emergency?"
But before I could respond, I felt a sudden, decisive pressure on the phone. Someone pressed the end call button, cutting off my lifeline. The line went dead, and I was plunged back into the terrifying silence.
I tried to stand, but before I could, a heavy hand clamped down on my shoulder, forcing me back into the couch. The grip was firm, unyielding, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me.
"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The silence stretched on, the hand remaining a constant, oppressive weight on my shoulder. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, to find a way out. But the darkness provided no answers, only more questions.
With a deep breath, I steeled myself, trying to gather the courage to confront whatever or whoever was behind this. I had to stay strong, to find a way to survive this nightmare.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice gaining a bit more strength. "What do you want from me?"
The hand remained silent, its grip tightening slightly, as if in response to my defiance. I could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken threat hanging over me.
He removed one hand from my shoulder, and in the oppressive silence, I heard the unmistakable sound of fabric rustling. My heart pounded louder, fear mingling with a sickening dread. A distinct, musky scent reached my nose, growing stronger with each passing second. I strained to identify it, my mind racing, and then it hit me: the smell of sweat and arousal. The realization made my stomach churn.
Before I could react, he pressed something warm and solid against one of my nostrils. The scent became overpowering, filling my senses. I gasped, trying to pull away, but his grip on my shoulder tightened, keeping me in place. The coarse, fleshy shaft brushed against my face, the sensation both alien and deeply invasive.
A wet drop of pre-cum fell on my cheek, sliding down slowly. He dragged the shaft across my face, the texture rough and slick with his arousal. I shuddered, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I fought the rising tide of panic and humiliation.
"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Stop."
He ignored my plea, continuing to stroke his cock against my skin. Each touch felt like a violation, the weight of his presence pressing down on me. More drops of pre-cum landed on my face, their warmth a sickening contrast to the cold terror gripping my heart.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sensations, but it was impossible. Every nerve in my body was hyper-aware, my mind trapped in the horror of the moment. I wanted to scream, to fight, but his hold on me was too strong, his dominance complete.
As he pressed his cock against my trembling lips, my heart sank, a cold wave of revulsion washing over me. I tried to turn away, to resist, but his grip on my shoulder was unyielding, his dominance absolute. With a sickening sense of inevitability, I parted my lips, allowing him to force his cock into my mouth.
The taste was salty and bitter, the texture foreign and repulsive. I gagged, the sensation triggering a primal instinct to reject the intrusion. But he held me fast, his cock filling my mouth, silencing my protests.
Despite my revulsion, I couldn't ignore the strange allure of his arousal. A part of me, buried deep beneath the fear and humiliation, responded to the forbidden pleasure. His cock throbbed against my tongue, the heat of his desire a stark contrast to the cold terror that gripped me.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the horror of the moment, to focus on the sensation of his cock filling my mouth. With each thrust, he pushed deeper, the taste and texture overwhelming my senses.
To my horror, I found myself beginning to enjoy it, the forbidden pleasure stirring something deep within me. The salty taste of his pre-cum mingled with my saliva, coating my tongue with a heady mixture of arousal and shame.
I moaned involuntarily, the sound muffled by his cock. Shame burned hot in my cheeks, but I couldn't deny the undeniable thrill that coursed through me. Despite everything, despite the fear and humiliation, a part of me craved more.
But as quickly as the pleasure had come, it was gone, replaced once again by a suffocating sense of dread. I knew I couldn't let myself be consumed by the darkness, by the twisted desires that threatened to engulf me.
With a surge of determination, I pushed against him, trying to break free from his grasp. He resisted, his grip tightening on my shoulder, but I refused to give in. I fought with every ounce of strength I had left, desperate to reclaim my dignity, my humanity.
As he withdrew his cock from my mouth, I gasped for air, relief flooding through me in a rush. But before I could even begin to comprehend what was happening, he was back, his cock pushing into my mouth once more.
But this time, he was not alone.
My eyes widened in horror as I felt another presence in the darkness, another cock pressing against my lips, seeking entrance. I tried to pull away, to scream, but there was no escape. They held me fast, their grip unyielding as they forced their cocks into my mouth simultaneously.
The taste of their arousal overwhelmed me, the sensation of being filled beyond comprehension. I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. It was a nightmare come to life, a twisted tableau of depravity and horror.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensation, to retreat into the recesses of my mind. But there was no escape, no sanctuary from the darkness that enveloped me. I was trapped, at the mercy of these unseen assailants, their cocks thrusting into my mouth with a relentless rhythm.
I wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but the cocks silenced me, filling my mouth completely. I could taste the saltiness of their pre-cum, feel the heat of their desire against my tongue.
Their thrusts grew more forceful, more relentless, as they used me for their own twisted pleasure. Each movement sent shockwaves of pain and humiliation coursing through me, but I was powerless to resist. Their cocks pounded into my mouth with a brutal intensity, filling me completely, overwhelming me with their dominance.
I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to endure their onslaught. The taste of their arousal filled my senses, suffocating me with its sickly sweetness. I wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but the cocks silenced me, leaving me gasping for air, drowning in a sea of shame and degradation.
As their climax approached, their thrusts grew more frenzied, more erratic, until finally, with a guttural groan, they both came. One released his hot seed deep into my mouth, the salty taste flooding my senses, while the other painted my face with his sticky release.
I choked and gagged, overwhelmed by the sheer force of their orgasm. Their cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears and the remnants of my dignity. I wanted to retch, to scream, but their cocks still filled my mouth, their grip on my shoulders unyielding.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. They withdrew their cocks, leaving me gasping for air, my body trembling with exhaustion and revulsion. I lay there, a broken shell of a person, as they disappeared back into the darkness, leaving me alone with the echoes of their depravity.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend what had just happened. I felt violated, defiled in the most intimate of ways. But beneath the overwhelming shame and despair, a flicker of defiance remained.
As the darkness of the night pressed in around me, a sense of surreal calm settled over me. The echoes of their depravity still lingered in the air, but they were gone now, swallowed up by the oppressive silence.
For a moment, I lay there, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It felt like a nightmare, a twisted fantasy born from the depths of my own subconscious. But as I wiped the remnants of their violation from my face, I knew that it was all too real.
With a heavy heart, I pushed myself up from the floor, my limbs trembling with exhaustion. I made my way back to my bed, each step a painful reminder of the ordeal I had just endured. But despite the fear and the shame that threatened to consume me, a small ember of defiance burned within me.
I refused to let them win. I refused to let their darkness snuff out the light within me.
With a weary sigh, I crawled back into bed, pulling the covers tight around me as if they could shield me from the horrors of the night. I closed my eyes, willing myself to forget, to escape into the realm of sleep where nightmares held no power.
As I lay there in the darkness, trying to push the memories of the night's horrors from my mind, I felt a strange sensation—a delicate touch against my skin, so light it was almost imperceptible. My eyes flew open, my heart pounding in my chest, as I realized that I was not alone.
"Who's there?" I gasped, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.
But before I could receive an answer, the touch became more insistent, tracing delicate patterns across my thighs, sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine.
"What do you want?" I cried out, my voice tinged with desperation.
There was no response, only the sound of heavy breathing and the faint rustle of fabric.
And then, with a sudden, brutal force, they ripped my panties away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I gasped, the cool night air washing over my heated skin as I struggled against the hands that held me down.
"What are you doing?" I pleaded, my voice raw with fear.
But my words fell on deaf ears as their hot breath brushed against my skin, their tongue tracing a path of fire across my flesh. I tried to push them away, to fight back against the onslaught of sensation, but they were relentless, their touch igniting a primal need deep within me.
And then, without warning, I felt the sharp sting of teeth against my clit, a surge of pain and pleasure so intense it stole the breath from my lungs.
"Oh God!" I cried out, the words torn from my lips in a rush of ecstasy and agony.
But they didn't stop, their bites growing more insistent, more demanding, until I thought I would shatter into a million pieces beneath their touch.
"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "More."
I felt one of them withdraw his mouth, leaving my clit throbbing with the remnants of his biting assault. The other continued, his tongue lapping and sucking, sending fresh waves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. My senses were overwhelmed, every touch amplified by my blindness.
As I tried to catch my breath, I felt a weight settle on my upper abdomen. The sudden pressure was disorienting, and I could only imagine the figure straddling me. He slid his cock through the center gore of my bra, his skin hot and slick against mine.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice a mix of fear and reluctant anticipation.
There was no response, only the rhythmic motion as he began to thrust, using my breasts to envelop his hardness. The sensation was foreign, strange, yet undeniably arousing.
"Please, stop," I tried to protest, but the words came out weak, my body's response betraying my true feelings.
He ignored my plea, his thrusts becoming more insistent. I could feel the heat of his arousal, the slickness of his pre-cum mingling with my skin. The rhythmic motion, combined with the continued attention to my clit, drove me to the brink of madness.
"More," I found myself whispering, the word escaping my lips before I could stop it.
The figure between my legs seemed to take that as encouragement, his mouth working with renewed fervor. The man straddling me tightened his grip on my shoulders, his thrusts growing more forceful. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure radiating through my body, building a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm me.
"Oh God," I moaned, my body arching against them, torn between the intense sensations.
They worked in unison, their actions perfectly synchronized, driving me higher and higher. I was lost, caught in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, unable to think, unable to do anything but surrender to the overwhelming force of their combined assault.
Every touch, every thrust, was a new explosion of sensation, amplified by my blindness and the darkness that surrounded me. The world had narrowed to the points of contact, the relentless rhythm of their movements, and the rising tide of ecstasy that threatened to sweep me away.
His thrusts grew more frenzied, and with a guttural moan, he came, hot streams of cum splashing across my face. The sticky warmth covered my skin, mingling with the sweat and tears that already streaked my cheeks. I could taste the saltiness on my lips, the intensity of the moment overwhelming my senses.
At the same time, the other man between my legs worked with renewed fervor. His tongue and fingers drove me to the edge, the sensations building and building until, with a shuddering cry, I came, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. The pleasure was so intense it felt like I was being torn apart, my voice rising in a crescendo of raw, unbridled ecstasy.
I lay there, gasping for breath, my body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
"Ok boys!" I said, my voice hoarse but filled with a newfound defiance. "Ravage me."
My words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. I couldn't see their reactions, but I could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the heat of their arousal reigniting. In the darkness, I braced myself for what was to come, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.
As soon as the words left my lips, they responded with a renewed, almost feral intensity. Rough hands lifted me from the bed, carrying me to the edge before setting me down. My legs dangled over the side, exposed and vulnerable.
Without hesitation, one of them positioned himself between my thighs, his fingers spreading my wetness as he guided his cock to my entrance. I gasped as he thrust into me, filling me completely with a single, powerful stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left me breathless.
At the same time, the other man gripped my hair, pulling my head back to angle my mouth towards him. His cock pressed against my lips, and I opened them willingly, taking him into my mouth as he began to thrust, his pace mirroring the rhythm of the man between my legs.
The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, the wet slap of skin on skin, the muffled grunts and groans of pleasure. I was caught between them, their relentless pace driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
Every thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, the dual sensations blending into a single, overwhelming force. I could feel the heat of their arousal, the slick slide of their cocks against my most sensitive places, and it was almost too much to bear.
I moaned around the cock in my mouth, my cries of pleasure muffled but unmistakable. My hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as I held on for dear life, my body arching and trembling with each powerful thrust.
The man between my legs shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my closed eyelids. I cried out, my voice a desperate plea for more, for everything.
"Fuck," he growled, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded into me harder, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.
The man in my mouth wasn't far behind, his thrusts growing more urgent, his grip on my hair tightening as he used my mouth with increasing desperation. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, feel the tension coiling in his muscles as he approached the edge.
They drove me higher and higher, the sensations blending into a single, mind-blowing crescendo. I was lost to the darkness, to the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely.
And then, with a final, powerful thrust, they came, their release sending me spiraling into my own orgasm, my body convulsing with the force of it. The man between my legs spilled his hot seed deep inside me, the warmth spreading through me like a fire. The man in my mouth groaned as he came, the salty taste of his cum flooding my senses as I swallowed every drop.
For a moment, the world stood still, the only sound our ragged breathing as we came down from the heights of ecstasy. I lay there, spent and trembling, my body a quivering mass of satisfied nerves.
the man in my mouth pulled his cock free, leaving my lips swollen and slick with his release. Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me effortlessly, moving me like I was a rag doll. He laid down on the bed, positioning me above him, and guided his cock back inside me. I gasped, feeling the fullness of him once more, my body already craving the intensity of the pleasure we had just shared.
He thrust upwards, his hands gripping my hips to control the pace, and I began to move with him, riding him as the sensations built again. My skin was slick with sweat, my muscles trembling from the exertion, but the hunger for more drove me on.
Behind me, I felt the presence of the other man. His hands on my shoulders pushed me forward, forcing me to cling to the man beneath me for support. My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hardening from the contact. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, probing, teasing, before he slid lower.
A moment of tension passed, and then I felt the cold, slick head of his cock press against my asshole. I tensed instinctively, but his hands were firm, insistent, as he pushed forward. The initial pressure was intense, a sharp pain that made me cry out. But then he was inside, stretching me, filling me in a way that was both agonizing and exhilarating.
"Fuck," I gasped, my voice a mix of pain and pleasure as they moved together, their rhythms synchronizing.
The man beneath me thrust upwards, his cock driving deep inside my pussy, while the other man pushed forward, filling my ass completely. I was caught between them, every nerve ending on fire, the sensations overwhelming.
"That's it," one of them growled. "Take it all."
The pain began to blur into pleasure, the relentless pressure inside me driving me to the edge of madness. I clung to the man beneath me, my nails digging into his shoulders as they pounded into me, their cocks sliding in and out with a brutal, unyielding rhythm.
"Oh God, yes," I moaned, the words spilling from my lips without thought. "More. Don't stop."
Their hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, adding to the flood of sensations. My own moans mixed with their grunts, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
The pleasure built, a tight coil in my belly ready to snap. With each thrust, they drove me higher, closer to the edge, until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.
The man beneath me adjusted his position, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy, and started thrusting with renewed vigor. The man behind me gripped my hips firmly, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with relentless force.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear, the dual sensations sending shockwaves through my body. I moaned loudly, my voice a symphony of ecstasy and desperation.
"Fuck yes," I cried out, my words punctuated by each thrust. "Don't stop. Fuck me harder."
The man beneath me grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "You like this, don't you? You like being our little slut."
"Yes," I gasped, my body arching in response. "I'm your slut. Use me. Fill me up."
They obliged, their movements becoming even more intense. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, the wet slap of skin against skin, and my increasingly frantic moans and screams.
"God, yes," I screamed, my hands gripping the sheets for support. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder."
The man behind me leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to cum again, aren't you? You filthy little slut."
"Yes," I whimpered, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. "I'm going to cum. Please, make me cum."
They redoubled their efforts, their thrusts synchronized and powerful. I could feel every inch of them, every movement driving me closer to the edge. The sensations were overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown me.
"Cum for us," the man beneath me growled. "Cum all over our cocks."
With a final, shattering thrust, I did. My body convulsed, my muscles tightening around them as I came, the orgasm ripping through me with a force that left me breathless. I screamed their names, my voice raw and desperate, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
They continued to fuck me through my climax, their movements relentless. I could feel their cocks pulsing inside me, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they neared their own release.
"Oh God," I moaned, the pleasure still coursing through me. "Fill me up. Cum inside me. Make me your slut."
With a final, powerful thrust, they both came, their hot semen filling me. The man beneath me groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he emptied himself inside me. The man behind me did the same, his cock pulsing as he released, the warmth spreading through me.