Chapter 16: The Jealous Plea
The sound of Sasha fucking Maria filled the sunlit room, a crude, wet cadence that seemed to sync with the frantic beat of Rose’s heart. Slap-slap-slap of skin, the schlick of Sasha’s thick cock plunging in and out of Maria’s drenched cunt. Maria’s head was thrown back, her mouth a wide, silent ‘O’ before a choked cry ripped free. Her large breasts jiggled with every impact.
Rose lay beside them, forgotten. The hollow ache in her chest curdled into something sharper, hotter. Jealousy, pure and acidic, burned its way up her throat. She watched the dark, veined shaft disappear into Maria’s body, remembering with visceral clarity how it had felt last night—not just big, but transformative, swelling inside her until she thought she’d split in two. A possessive fury twisted inside her.
“Make it bigger,” Rose heard herself say, her voice rough and low.
Sasha’s rhythm didn’t falter, but her hazel eyes, glazed with pleasure, cut sideways to Rose.
“What?” Sasha grunted, her hips driving forward.
“You heard me.” Rose pushed up on one elbow, her copper curls tumbling over her shoulder. She kept her other hand busy between her own thighs, fingers sliding through her own slick mess, but the touch was angry, desperate. “Make it grow. Like it did for me. Stretch her fucking open.”
Maria’s eyes fluttered open. She shook her head, a panicked moan escaping her. “No,” she gasped, her hands clawing at Sasha’s back. “Don’t. It’s… it’s perfect. Sasha, please, just like this. It’s so good like this.”
Sasha groaned, a deep, conflicted sound. She slowed, then stilled, buried to the hilt inside Maria. Her cock pulsed, a visible throb that made Maria whimper. It was as if the flesh itself was listening, caught between two competing demands.
The room felt charged, silent except for their ragged breathing. Dust motes danced in the slanted light.
“I said make it bigger,” Rose hissed, her jealousy a live wire sparking in the quiet room. Her fingers pressed hard against her own clit, the stimulation sharp and punitive. “Give her what you gave me last night. Don’t you fucking hold back on her.”
Maria’s hips bucked, seeking friction, her voice a shattered plea. “No, Sasha, just fuck me, please, I’m so close like this.” Her hands fisted in the silk sheets, knuckles white. “Don’t change it, just keep going, please.”
A tremor ran through Sasha’s statuesque frame, a visible war beneath her skin. Her cock, buried deep in Maria’s clutching heat, gave a violent, involuntary throb. It swelled momentarily, a threatening expansion that made Maria gasp, before Sasha clenched her jaw, sweat beading on her temples as she forced it to subside. She was fighting her own body, holding the thick ten inches steady through sheer will.
“Fuck,” Sasha grunted, the word torn from her. She began to move again, a punishing, steady rhythm that shook the couch. Each drive was a deep, wet punch that stole Maria’s breath. “Is that what you want?” she growled, though it wasn’t clear who she was asking.
“Yes, god, yes, just like that!” Maria screamed, her back arching off the cushions. Her tits heaved, her tan skin flushed a deep red. Her cunt was a soaked, tight fist around Sasha’s shaft, pulling at her with every withdrawal. “I’m gonna cum, Sasha, I’m gonna fucking cum. Cum with me, fill me up, please!”
The permission broke Sasha’s concentration. Her control shattered. A guttural roar erupted from her chest as her orgasm ripped through her, massive and immediate. Her hips slammed forward, hilting herself completely as the first hot, pulsing jet of cum shot deep into Maria’s womb.
Her hips slammed forward, hilting herself completely as the first hot, pulsing jet of cum shot deep into Maria’s womb.
That was the trigger.
“That’s it, fuck,” Rose chanted from the side, her voice a low, hungry saw. “Don’t stop it. Let it get huge. Stretch her.”
As Sasha’s orgasm tore through her, the control she’d wrestled onto her own body vanished. The thick, ten-inch cock already buried in Maria’s spasming cunt gave a heavy, undeniable throb. Then another. It wasn’t just pulsing with the rhythm of her climax; it was expanding, the dark flesh growing taut and shiny, the veins rising into thick cords.
“What… Sasha?” Maria gasped, her own climax stuttering as a new, overwhelming pressure bloomed inside her.
It was a swift, relentless inflation. In three heartbeats, the girth surpassed anything natural, a brutal, rapid swelling that pressed Maria’s inner walls to a burning, exquisite limit. The wet, clasping tightness of her cunt became a vice struggling to contain a rapidly thickening column of flesh. A sharp, breathless cry was torn from Maria’s throat, part pleasure, part sheer shock.
“Yes, like that! Bigger!” Rose screamed, her own fingers a frantic blur between her legs, spurred on by the terrifying spectacle.
“It’s—oh god, it’s too much!” Maria sobbed, her body arching, not in passion now, but in a frantic attempt to accommodate the impossible growth. The sheer, distending bulk began to force her open, a relentless outward pressure that threatened to split her. Sasha, lost in the throes of her own release, could only groan, her strong sculptor’s hands gripping Maria’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding her impaled as her cock swelled further.
The engorged shaft, now monstrously thick, began to push itself out of Maria’s stretched, dripping entrance, not from withdrawal, but from its own aggressive expansion. The swollen crown, a slick, purplish bulb, emerged wetly, glistening with their mixed fluids.
Yet it kept growing, even as it was forced free.
It rose between Sasha’s thighs, a slick, throbbing obelisk, now easily twelve, then thirteen inches in girth, its length also adding punishing inches. And still, Sasha’s orgasm showed no sign of abating. Thick, hot ropes of cum continued to erupt from the tip in great, heaving spurts, each pulse accompanied by another minor swell. The cum didn’t just spill; it shot out in furious arcs, painting Maria’s shuddering stomach, her heaving breasts, the worn fabric of the couch in sticky, pearlescent streaks.
The room filled with the sounds of it: wet, slapping ejaculations, Sasha’s ragged, continuous groans, Maria’s overwhelmed whimpers, and Rose’s sharp, approving curses. The smell of sex, once subtle, became a heavy, pungent fog of sweat, lavender, and salty release.
Sasha gasped, reeling as her orgasm subsided, her massive cock twitching violently and still stubbornly, impossibly hard. She collapsed onto her elbows above Maria, her long dark hair sticking to her sweat-slicked neck, her chest heaving. Her hazel eyes were wide, unfocused, looking at the wreckage of Maria’s body—the glistening stretch marks blooming like new scars across her inner thighs, the copious, dripping mess of cum and arousal pooling on her stomach.
Rose merely smiled, a slow, victorious curl of her lips. She removed her glistening fingers from her own pussy and licked them clean, her gaze locked on Sasha’s twitching, oversensitive cock. It lay against Maria’s thigh, a fat, flushed beast still dripping pearly threads onto the ruined silk sheets.
“Again,” Rose said, her voice low and calm, a stark contrast to the carnage.
Sasha’s head snapped up. “Rose, I can’t, I’m—”
“You can.” Rose shifted closer, her porcelain skin glowing in the hazy light. She reached out, not with tenderness, but with possession, wrapping her fingers around the hot, slick base. The flesh jumped in her hand, a thick, alien pulse. “I felt it last night. It doesn’t get tired. It just gets bigger. Now cum again. Give it to me this time.”
She began to stroke, a firm, knowing rhythm. Sasha cried out, a sharp mix of pain and startling, instantaneous pleasure. Her hips bucked instinctively, driving her cock through Rose’s tight fist.
“Fuck, wait—” Sasha panted, but her body was betraying her, the overstimulated nerves firing back to life under Rose’s demanding touch.
“No waiting.” Rose’s other hand cupped Sasha’s balls, heavy and full, and squeezed gently. “You held back for her. You don’t get to hold back for me. I want it all. I want you to fucking break.”
Maria watched, dazed, her own sensitivity a distant ache compared to the frightening command in Rose’s voice. “You’re insane,” she whispered, pushing herself up on shaky arms to retreat from the tangled wetness.
Rose ignored her, her entire world narrowed to the shaft in her hand and the strain on Sasha’s beautiful face. She leaned in, her copper curls brushing Sasha’s shoulder, and spoke directly into her ear. “Remember the alley? How you fucked her against the brick and she begged for it just like this? Do that to me. But worse.”
The memory, the filthy taunt, was the final trigger. Sasha’s control, already fractured, dissolved completely. A guttural, ragged sound tore from her throat as her hips began to piston, fucking into the tight tunnel of Rose’s fist with a desperate, slapping rhythm. Her cock, already grotesquely thick, began to swell anew, the expansion faster and more violent now, fueled by a deep, relentless reservoir of need.
“That’s it,” Rose growled, loosening her grip to allow the brutal growth, her own breath coming in sharp hitches as she watched the flesh expand, stretching her fingers wide until she could no longer encircle it. The head, a dark purple plum, leaked a steady stream of pre-cum that soaked her wrist. “Now fill me up. Don’t you dare fucking pull out.”
Rose shoved Sasha onto her back on the couch, the move surprisingly strong, and straddled her without ceremony. She guided the immense, throbbing tip to her entrance, which was already slick and eager from watching. She paused, just for a second, feeling the overwhelming pressure against her tender folds, a terrifying and exquisite promise.
Then she sank down.
It was a slow, devastating impalement. The width was inconceivable, a burning, stretching fullness that stole the air from her lungs. Rose threw her head back, a silent scream on her lips as she forced herself to take it, inch by brutal, swelling inch. It was bigger than last night, bigger than anything, the distension a sharp, bright pain that bled instantly into a pleasure so deep it felt like annihilation.
“Fuck me,” Rose choked out, finally seated fully, her body stretched to a perfect, unbearable limit around the monstrous girth. “Cum. Now.”
Sasha’s hands found Rose’s hips, her sculptor’s fingers digging into the soft flesh as she began to thrust upward, shallow, powerful drives that made Rose see stars. The room dissolved into a raw symphony of sound: skin slapping, Rose’s keening cries, Sasha’s continuous, broken groans. The cock inside her seemed to have a heartbeat of its own, a primal, pounding rhythm that promised to reshape her.
Rose rode her with a frantic, punishing intensity, chasing the feel of that internal swelling she’d commanded. “I can feel it,” she rasped, nails raking down Sasha’s stomach. “I can feel you getting bigger inside me. Do it. Give it to me.”
The command, the sheer visceral feedback of Rose’s tight, clutching heat, pushed Sasha over an edge she didn’t know existed. Her back arched off the couch, every muscle corded tight as a second, cataclysmic orgasm erupted from her core. It wasn’t a release; it was a seizure of pure sensation.
Her cock swelled one final, punishing degree inside Rose, locking them together as a flood of cum, hotter and thicker than before, erupted in seemingly endless pulses. Rose screamed, her own orgasm ripped from her by the violent, internal claim, the sensation of being filled beyond capacity short-circuiting her thoughts into pure, white noise.
Sasha gasped, reeling as this new, deeper orgasm subsided, her massive cock twitching violently inside Rose’s convulsing cunt, and still, impossibly, hard.
Rose merely smiled through her panting, sweat dripping from her chin onto Sasha’s chest. She shifted slightly, wincing at the incredible, wedged-full feeling, and looked down at Sasha’s wrecked, beautiful face.
“Good,” Rose whispered, her voice hoarse with use. She leaned down, her lips brushing Sasha’s ear. “Now cum again.”