Going Under

Pleasure shot through Victoria like a bolt, really making her arch her back as Kurt fed his big cock into her pussy. Despite how tight she was, her wetness allowed him to sink in with ease, sliding inch after inch inside her until she was plugged by his dick. The penetration alone was almost enough to make her cum. Feeling the gentle strain as her pussy stretched to accommodate his now familiar thickness almost made her cum. His balls pressing against her asshole when he completely sheathed himself in her almost made her cum. Almost, but 'almost' is never enough.

After a few seconds, savoring the velvet feeling of her walls around his shaft as much as letting Victoria adjust to the penetration, Kurt began to move, pumping his hips back and forth gently at first but gradually picking up speed. The room began to fill with the loud, wet noises of her hole being filled again, much louder and wetter now that it was his cock doing the filling, and playing in harmony with the smacking of flesh as their bodies collided together. Smell as well as sound permeated the air, a humid, misty scent of sweat and sex rising off their skin.

Within minutes he was fucking her fast and hard, slamming into her with his entire length over and over rapidly. She gasped every time he buried himself, feeling him incredibly deep within her, making her feel so heavy and full. It felt so good. And yet, it wasn’t enough. As much as she was enjoying it, she seemed to have grown accustomed to this kind of sex. If he kept going, she was certain that she’d orgasm, but it wouldn’t be the mind-blowing kind that she needed. She needed him to fuck her, faster and harder.

Even with her voice it would have been hard to convey her desires while she was getting fucked, but without being able to speak made it almost impossible. She reached down and grabbed his buttocks as his hips pistoned back and forth, trying to pull him in and out at the pace she needed, but that was largely ineffectual. She thrust her own hips back against him, but lying down meant that she couldn’t quite build up the speed that she wanted. She knew that he could do it. He’d fucked her plenty fast and hard last night when he’d been taunting Kendra in roleplay.

Grabbing hold of his upper body, she pulled herself up, trying to change position so that she had the leverage to fuck him as hard as she wanted. He brought his knees up onto the bed and shuffled into the middle, kneeling there with Victoria sitting on his lap. Together, they ground their hips as they clung to each other’s bodies. She could fuck him as hard as she wanted now, slamming her ass down on his cock but their mismatched rhythms made the sensation awkward and distracting rather than pleasurable.

She was starting to get irritated which was dampening her enjoyment. Why wouldn’t he fuck her as hard as she clearly wanted it? She wondered if he was holding back because of everything that had happened this morning. Poor fragile little Vicky had to be protected. Had to be cared for. Had to be coddled. It wasn’t like she didn’t appreciate that they were just looking out for her, but all the men in her life seemed to think she couldn’t handle a little tragedy. Then again, she had lost her voice, so maybe they had a point.

But now she had a plan, one that hinged on him fucking her as fast and hard as he could to bring her to a completely mind-shattering climax, and he was holding out on her. That pissed her off. Darkness began to seep back in. There was one guy who never treated her with kid gloves. A despicable man but a man would absolutely have nailed her to this bed if she’d asked. Maybe he’d make her beg first, or do something obscene in exchange, but he never would have held back.

However, Victoria wasn’t willing to give up that easily. Grabbing hold of Kurt, she rolled to the side, hearing him gasp with surprise as she threw him onto his back and straddled him, his thick cock never leaving her pussy. Riding him, she controlled the speed and ferocity that she fucked herself on his tool and she instantly took advantage of that liberty by kicking it up a notch. With her hands on his chests, she bounced herself on his cock, her ass rising and falling in a blur as she slammed down and took him deep inside.

This was much better. She used his cock, driving herself up and down on it as if he were just a dildo glued to the mattress, but by the heavens it felt good. The intensity of her pleasure returned as she feverishly humped his long, thick cock, kissing the tip with her womb every time her ass clapped against his thighs. Pleasure surged through her body, making her shiver with lust and so hot she thought she might melt. And the position brought with it something else as well, another memory, though not of Kurt.

Riding him was how she’d fucked Shawn in the bedroom of his apartment. When she’d made the choice to stay, to follow him inside, he wanted her to prove how much she wanted his cock. He made her lower herself down onto his cock, and fill herself with every inch, and then fuck him just as unabashedly and unashamedly as she was currently humping Kurt. Though then she’d been on her feet, rather than her knees, and as if in response, she reached out and grabbed the headboard, supporting herself as she lifted her legs up, so that she was squatting on Kurt's cock rather than sitting.

Her eyes rolled back slightly as her mouth gaped open, very close to the face she mimicked earlier as the new position of her legs allowed her to lift her ass up the entire length of his cock and slam right back down again. It took a little bit more effort and leverage from the headboard, and her hamstrings were already beginning to burn a little, but, as she squatted on his cock, she felt a renewed burst of pleasure that made her lightheaded and breathless. In her mind’s eye, she still pictured Shawn.

She wasn’t sure why she was indulging in this memory. It was helping her to get off, and that was certainly important right now, but she could already feel the darkness swirling around her like a whirlpool, trying to drag her under. Shawn had been terrible to her, tried to ruin her life, and the lives of her family, but the memory of great sex with him was still burned into her brain. As she bounced on Kurt’s dick, pushing herself closer and closer to her climax, she began to think ‘Shawn would slap my ass now’ or ‘I bet Shawn would have loved it if I asked him to fuck me til I screamed’.

She fucked him faster and faster, panting as she desperately tried to breathe while constantly winding herself by taking Kurt’s entire length all at once. Craving the orgasm as much for the joy of cumming now almost more than what it was intended to do for her, she kept fucking the boy beneath her while allowing thoughts of Shawn to penetrate her mind. She hated him, he’d irrevocably changed her life, destroyed her reputation and yet he alone could fuck her like no one else. If there was such a concept as soulmates, as two people being made for each other, then, despite everything else, Vicky was certain that Shawn’s cock had been made for her hole.

That thought brought a new sound from her lips, a noise like a gargled “yes”, as if she had tried to say the word with a mouth full of liquid. A good sign that whatever she was doing was working, and yet, she barely noticed as she continued impaling herself on Kurt’s rod while vividly replaying the last time that she rode Shawn in her head. She could feel her climax rising, her whole body beginning to sing in unison with the pleasure that coursed through her veins, that made her muscles shiver and bones shake, that made every nerve in her body light up, building, rising, surging, mounting, bubbling up and boiling over until…

Her mind went blank and, as she came, she screamed, loud and clear.

“SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWNNN”

Her body shook as the orgasm ripped through her body, ravaging her senses. Her legs went weak, unable to hold her up any longer, so she slumped down to her knees and laid her chest on his chest, her face buried between his neck and his shoulder, allowing her to lose herself in the pleasure. He came with her, her bouncing pussy stroking his cock and her flexing inner walls bringing him close until it clamped down hard around his shaft when her orgasm first hit and pushed him over the edge. He released inside of her and she moaned as she felt the warmth of his seed spreading out inside of her.

It was a few minutes later before either one moved. Victoria lifted herself up and looked down into his face, making eye contact since the first time her voice had returned. They both remembered and realized what she had said simultaneously. It was Kurt’s turn to be speechless. He didn’t know what to say. Had she been thinking of Shawn the whole time? It had been that bastard’s fault that she lost her voice in the first place, and yet he’d also seemed to be the key to regaining it. Should he be happy? Angry? Sad?

Victoria’s eyes grew wet, but rather than say anything, she leapt from the bed, gathered up some of her clothes and ran from the room, choosing to flee rather than be confronted. Kurt watched her go, thinking that he should follow but his energy levels were still so low and instead he flopped back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Five minutes later, his breathing returned to normal, Kurt decided he should find her and talk it out, even if he still had no idea how conversation should go.

Redressed, Kurt reentered the living room, looking around for any sign of Victoria, but instead finding his cousin and her friends returning from their trip to their school building, though he was slightly surprised that they seemed to have picked up Peter on the way.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted them. “Did any of you happen to see Victoria come through here?”

“No, but we just got back,” Heather explained. “Kendra sent a message saying there was some big news about what Gavin found. Care to fill us in?”

“Right, that,” Kurt said, frowning as he scratched his head. He wasn’t enthusiastic about going through all the ways that Shawn was currently screwing them, especially when he would much rather be finding Victoria and figuring out what it meant when she screamed that bastard’s name. But he also knew his cousin wasn’t someone who could be put off, so it was better just to tell her and have it done. “Well, you might want to take a seat. Shawn has struck again.”