Badly... For Her

Bree said nothing for a few seconds, staying stock still, as he watched on. Time stretched until finally Bree hissed out, “Fuck off loser. I don’t need your damn pity. Do whatever you want. Just be ready for what I’m going to do to yOOOAAAAH!”

He gave her everything, all at once. It took only one thrust, but every inch felt like a mile. It was near toe-curlingly hot. It felt amazing to be surrounded by a woman for the first time, like nothing he had ever imagined. She was warm, scalding almost, and felt like she was made just to take his cock. Actually, thanks to the rules he’d written down, she was. It felt amazing to be inside her, but there were other reasons Sam decided this would be a favorite position of his. Laying down meant having essentially zero space between them, while also giving him near total access to every part of Bree’s body. His legs tangled slowly with her own spasming limbs, his arms wrapping around her twitching sides, and he placed his head into the crook of Bree’s neck, breathing in her scent as he heard her gasp for mouthfuls of air. He had no idea what she looked like right then, his eyes closed in bliss, but he wasn’t entirely sure he cared at this point. He was so deep inside her, he imagined he’d knocked the wind out of her.

He tried to hold back, to stay still, but he couldn’t help his body reacting to her wet heat. He couldn’t stop it. Sam groaned into her collar bone as his hips unconsciously bucked against her pliant ass. He felt her insides twitch as her spine tried to curl underneath him, but he held on tight. Then his hands separated to cup one lovely, soft breast from the side and take reach around and below to just above her groin. He nearly shivered when he realized he could almost feel himself from the outside, molding Bree’s body to take every thick inch of him to the base.

He could tell Bree was trying to form words, but he’d had enough of those from her at this point. Instead, he pulled out a few drooling inches before sliding back home. She was his cock’s home now, for one month, every day, twice a day. What’s more, the bet they’d previously made meant after he was done making Bree cum her bitchy brains out, he could do her however he wanted. The possibilities were endless… then again, a lazy fuck like this felt just right, too. Because it was a lazy, slow, methodical fuck. It was his first time, so he wanted to learn everything he could.

Sam took his time with her, finding every spot she tried to hide from him, every angle and adjustment, and every caress of his hands, anything that kept her singing sweet, erotic music into his ear. She’d tried to get up at the beginning, once, after she momentarily recovered from his initial entry. She had haltingly cursed at him between breaths as she struggled, her core muscles doing delightful things against his cock. However, Sam pounded her back down into the mattress after picking up his pace for a few minutes. Bree had gasped with the first, choked from the second, and collapsed after the fifth thrust into her ravaged cunt.

Sam was fairly certain she’d orgasmed at some point between thrust fifteen and twenty, falling back helplessly onto the sheets below till he calmed down and returned to a slow pace. He had pounded her pretty roughly, but only because he had made sure sex with him would never hurt. He didn’t need to hold back, and now she knew it. It was his own little warning to her. She’d said he could do whatever he wanted tonight, so he was going to do what he wanted.

Fortunately for Bree (in a way), a virgin was still that, godly notebook and all. Despite not wanting to finish too soon, delaying his release as much as he could, there was just no chance against her tightness, her heat, the feeling of connection for the first time ever, and especially the power he had over his incredibly attractive tormentor. His mind was against him, as well as his body. He started thrusting erratically, grunting heavily into Bree’s ear. She could feel it too, he knew, her hands clenching the sheets in front of them as she tried to hold on for dear life as she took the deepest fucking she’d ever had with increasingly brutal speeds.

The last nail in the coffin for Sam was an image springing to mind. It was one of Bree, her stomach starting to swell as she gave him the stink eye, but without all the hate. He watched her silently rub her belly, looking at it with love in her eyes at their baby. The baby he was going to breed into her. Before he could stop it, Sam slammed into Bree one last time and gasped as he felt the floodgates open at last. Neither of them were quite prepared for what came next.

To be honest, Sam hadn’t quite anticipated all the effects of the rules he’d made. Some things he’d wanted because they involved some of his more fantastical preferences. One change involved him needing slightly looser pants to deal with his penis being as big soft as he had used to be hard. Another thing was what it meant to increase his ejaculation amount as he had done.

Admittedly, he’d been a little vague in his description. He’d said at minimum, a twin like him could cum four times more than the average best. He forgot to take into account he already came a bit more than average, so he was hardly in the minimum category to begin with. More importantly, male orgasms were designed to be short and explosive, lasting only a dozen seconds at most. Sam had increased that ecstasy by several times. He’d also added another last minute trick before Bree finally came into his room, some extra insurance and payback for making him wait so long.

New rule: When a male twin ejaculates inside a Lesbian, she will immediately orgasm powerfully enough to squirt

He had at first wanted to make sure she “enjoyed” herself with him, but the bet made later on had made it all the sweeter. He needed to make her orgasm out of her mind to win, and he’d already read that squirting for women was one of the most powerful types of orgasm they had. He’d save the other types for later.

So he ejaculated near-endlessly into Bree’s stretched, hot pussy as she clenched and milked his shaft in her own throes of passion. He moaned as the feeling of powerful release went on and on, while she near-screamed with every jet of femcum Sam could feel splash onto his hanging balls. She climaxed as he did, with surprise, a little fear, and undeniably in more pleasure than she’d ever felt before. But that wasn’t all.

She could feel it, Sam’s ejaculation, building inside her. He was so thick, filling her so deeply, that it felt like there was nowhere for his hot, jelly-like cum to go. He was plugging her up as he filled her insides to the bursting point, the strain becoming only more pleasurable as it grew. Then he moved just enough to the side to press up against something dangerously sensitive, something that wouldn’t normally be able to take this sort of ****. But there was no pain, and they both felt the moment when his glans fired point-blank into her cervix, the powerful jet shot past her barrier before depositing its load into her womb. It felt so hot inside her, and came close to filling her instantly. Then he let out another, and another, before finally slumping onto her with all his body weight.

By that point, both of the bedmates were exhausted. Sam panted into Bree’s sweat-slick hair while she laid helplessly as her body convulsed from the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of her life. There almost wasn’t enough air left in the room, the musk from that kind of sex made the air thick with a damp sort of heaviness. It took time for either of them to even remotely recover.

It was Sam who did first, likely from the increased stamina he’d written down before. It was also likely the only reason he’d lasted as long as he had.

New rule: Male twins have triple the stamina for sex

He shifted himself, raising his upper body to see the fruit of his labor. Looking down at Bree, it did make him wonder at how good squirting must have felt to her. She looked exhausted, entirely spent, and maybe a little uncomfortable. Well, that was no wonder. His cock was still inside her, subtly grinding against her sensitive walls with any shift Sam made. She felt slick and her convulsions felt wonderful as they gently massaged him, milking him for more. It was enough that Sam wanted to stay like this forever, keep his cock warm in Bree’s tight pussy, cumming whenever he felt like it. His cock twitched at the thought and she moaned pitifully underneath him.

“Please. No… more. Just… let me… rest.” Bree begged, looking up at him with foggy eyes, her lips open and cheeks absurdly flushed.

Instead of answering her, Sam decided to ask her a question. “What’s it feel like, Bree. Are you hurt?”

Her mocha skin darkened from a lovely blush, her eyes unable to hold his own. She bit her lip as tears welled up in her eyes. “Y-yes.”

Her words came as a whisper, but her moan was absolutely primal when Sam pulled out and drove himself back in roughly. Her body clenched up and her hands tried to reach for something, but found only bedsheets as she endured the act with her weakened body.

“Lie to me again, and I won’t stop till morning. Do you want my sister to see you like this?”

Fear came in her eyes then, shakes rattling her further, before letting out a ragged breath and shutting her eyes to the world. “It felt… good. But I’m… Sam, I’m too full. I need… I have to get it out. It’s too much.”