Stay face-down and let Trevor take you again

Megan's House, Westwood Heights, at 11:27 PM on Thursday October 31st, 2024

I don't move. Can't move. My face is pressed into the pillow and my ass is still raised, his cock still buried inside my cum-flooded pussy, and I hear the door click shut behind Brianna and Selena. The lock turns. My heart should be hammering with shame — two of my closest friends are watching me face-down on a bed, skirt around my waist, pussy dripping with four loads of bare cum — but instead a hot pulse of arousal shoots through my clit and my walls clench around him involuntarily.

"Watch," Trevor says to them, and starts thrusting again.

His cock drags through the mess inside me — thick, relentless, churning his own cum deeper with each stroke. The sound is obscene. Wet, squelching, rhythmic. I can feel cum being pushed out around his shaft with every thrust, running down my inner thighs in thick rivulets. My pussy makes a filthy sucking noise each time he pulls back and slams home.

"Oh my god," Brianna breathes. I can hear her moving closer — the click of her heels on hardwood, then the softer sound of her stepping onto carpet. "Megan, are you —"

"She's perfect," Trevor says, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto his cock. "Aren't you, Megan?"

"Yes," I moan into the pillow. My voice sounds wrecked — hoarse, desperate, nothing like me. "Please — harder —"

He obliges. His hips slam forward and the head of his cock punches against my cervix, driving the breath from my lungs. I scream into the pillow, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my tits crushed beneath my own weight. Each thrust rocks my entire body forward and I can feel my orgasm building already — a pressure so intense it borders on pain, coiling in my lower belly where his cum sits heavy and warm.

"She's so wet," Selena says quietly, and there's something in her voice I've never heard before — not disgust, not concern. Envy. "Look at how much —"

"He came inside her," Brianna whispers. "Megan, he didn't use —"

"I know," I gasp, my back arching, pushing my ass higher. "I don't care — I want it — I want more —"

Trevor laughs — a low, satisfied sound — and his pace increases. His balls slap against my swollen clit with every thrust and the stimulation sends sparks through my entire body. I can feel his cock swelling inside me, getting thicker, and I know he's close again. My pussy clenches desperately around him, milking, pulling, begging.

"You want to watch me fill her up again?" he asks, and I realize he's talking to them, not me. Displaying me. Using me as a showpiece. And the realization makes my cunt gush — a fresh flood of wetness that drips audibly onto the sheets.

"Yes," Brianna says, and her voice is thick. Breathy. I hear fabric rustling — her nurse costume being adjusted, a zipper being pulled down.

Trevor buries himself to the root and holds, his cock pulsing, and I feel the fifth load of cum spray against my cervix. Hot. Thick. Seemingly endless. My womb drinks it in and my orgasm crashes over me — violent, shuddering, my entire body convulsing around his cock while I sob into the pillow. My pussy spasms in rhythmic waves, squeezing every drop from him, and the warmth in my belly spreads until it feels like it's filling my entire body.

He stays inside me, softening only slightly, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. I'm trembling, overstimulated, barely conscious. Cum leaks steadily from my stretched pussy around his shaft.

"Brianna," he says, his voice calm and commanding. "Come here. On the bed."

I hear her climb onto the mattress beside me — feel the dip of the springs, the warmth of another body. Her fingers brush my shoulder, tentative, and I turn my head just enough to see her blonde hair falling loose from her nurse cap, her blue eyes glazed with want.

"Selena," Trevor continues. "Strip. Then sit in that chair and watch until I tell you otherwise."

I hear a quiet "okay" from somewhere behind me — soft, obedient, nothing like the sharp-tongued art student I know.