A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... thumb flicked faster, fingers plunging deeper, curling against that spot that made my toes curl and vision haze. Liam's presses at my back entrance synced, a rhythm of denial and promise, while Steven's grip in my hair pulled just enough to arch my back, ass clenching under their eyes. The coil snapped without warning... brutal, shattering, my body seizing as the orgasm ripped through.

"Mmmph!"

The gag swallowed my scream, but it tore free muffled and wild, walls spasming around Mike's fingers, clit pulsing under his thumb as I gushed... hot, slick, a flood that soaked his hand and jeans, dripping down his wrist. Waves crashed, relentless, my hips bucking helpless against his lap, thighs quivering in their spread lock. Shame burned hotter than the pleasure... cumming like this, gagged on my own panties, over my stepdad's knee with my brothers watching.

Mike's fingers didn't stop... didn't falter, didn't grant a breath of mercy. They plunged deeper through the spasms, curling relentless against that devastating spot inside, his thumb grinding my clit in firm, unyielding circles that dragged the waves out longer, harder. The orgasm stretched into agony-ecstasy, my body a live wire, clenching and fluttering around the invasion as fresh gushes soaked his hand, trickling warm down my thighs to pool on the floor.

"Mmmph... fuhhh!"

The gag turned it to garbled static, but the sound ripped from my chest anyway, raw and animal, tears streaming unchecked now. Liam's ...

... finger at my ass pressed firmer... still teasing the rim, not breaching, but syncing with Mike's thrusts, a filthy counterpoint that made my toes curl and vision splinter white. Steven's grip in my hair tightened for a beat, pulling my head back just enough to arch me further, exposing the flush crawling down my neck, the tank rucked up to bare my heaving sides.

I bucked against Mike's lap, helpless, the friction of his jeans... rough denim scraping my belly, his cock a throbbing steel bar against my hip... pushing the crest higher. It shouldn't feel this good, this shattering; the shame should drown it, not fuel it. But it did... every denied edge from the swats, every "brief check," every smirk in the log crashing together in a feedback loop of wrongness. My pussy owned me now, walls milking his fingers greedy, clit swollen and electric under his thumb, the flood easing to shudders but not stopping, not with him buried deep, pumping slow and deliberate through the aftershocks. A second peak built seamless on the ruins of the first... coiling vicious from the overstimulation, my nerves raw and screaming, every curl of his fingers a spark that licked higher.

"N-no... too much... mmmph!"

The plea muffled into the panties, tasting sharper now with my saliva and tears soaking through, but my hips rolled anyway, chasing, betraying.

Liam's free hand splayed my cheek wider, holding me open for the obscene view... pussy stretched around Mike's knuckles, lips puffy and ...