Chapter 6: The Double Load
The thick, salty bitterness of David's cum still coated her throat as Jake's cockhead nudged past her lips again, jamming against his friend's shaft already slick in her mouth. Her jaw screamed, stretched impossibly wide around the two rigid columns of flesh, the ridges and veins rubbing together on her tongue. Gagging, she choked, her throat spasming violently.
"Fuck yeah," Jake grunted, tilting his hips, forcing himself deeper alongside David. His cock scraped against the roof of her mouth. "Tight little throat pussy. Feel that, Dave? Fuckin' vice grip."
David groaned, a low rumble vibrating through both cocks. "Suck harder, Good Girl," he commanded, his voice rougher than before, gripping the back of her head. He pushed forward, grinding the heads together against her resisting palate. "Use that tongue. Work the undersides." Spit bubbled and leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping in thick strands down her chin and onto her heaving chest. Her eyes streamed, vision blurring.
Pete leaned heavily against the doorframe, his knuckles white where he gripped the wood. He watched, mesmerized and tense, his own neglected cock aching in his hand. "Jesus H. Christ," he breathed, the words almost lost under the wet, guttural sounds coming from the bed.
"Look at her fuckin' choke," Joey observed, his tone thick with dark amusement. He stood back, casually stroking his thick erection, eyes fixed on the obscene sight. "Takin' it like a champ, ain'ttcha, slut? Two big cocks rammed down your gullet." He stepped closer, the heavy scent of his sweat and arousal mingling with the jasmine and sex. He slapped her ass cheek hard, the sharp crack echoing. "Keep those hands busy, whore. Show Jake and Dave how much you appreciate their fat dicks."
Trembling, Good Girl moved her hands from where they braced against the mattress. She reached between her legs, finding her own wet cunt. Fingers slipped easily into her slick heat, a small, desperate whimper escaping around the cocks filling her mouth. The sensation, combined with the relentless pressure in her throat and the sharp sting on her ass, sent confusing tremors through her.
"Good fuckin' girl," Jake praised, thrusting shallowly, his balls slapping against her chin. "Get that pussy wet for what's comin'." He glanced at David, a predatory grin spreading. "Think she's ready for the real show, Dave?"
"More than ready," David rasped, his gaze locked on the movement of her fingers between her thighs. "Look at that greedy hole." He pulled his cock back slightly, giving Jake more room to thrust. "Take Jake deep, bitch. All the way down. Swallow him whole."
Jake didn't hesitate. He gripped the base of his cock and shoved forward, burying his entire length alongside David's, forcing his thick shaft deep into her convulsing throat. She gagged violently, her body bucking, eyes rolling back slightly. David held her head steady, pinning her in place, feeling her throat muscles clamp down in panicked spasms around his own length. Jake fucked her face in short, brutal strokes, grunting with each plunge. "Yeah! Take it! Choke on it, you filthy cocksucker!"
"Fuck, that's it," Joey murmured, his strokes faster now, pre-cum beading at his tip. He watched Pete. "Look at her, Pete. Your Good Girl, takin' two loads down her throat like a fuckin' gloryhole slut. Bet you never dreamed she could do this, huh?"
Pete couldn't look away. His own hand moved faster on his cock. "No... no, I didn't... fuck, Joey..." The sight of her struggle, the raw sounds, the sheer debasement – it ignited something primal and possessive and deeply ashamed in him, all at once. He saw her tear-streaked face, the utter surrender mixed with panic in her glazed eyes as she was ruthlessly used.
Jake's rhythm became frantic, erratic. "Gonna fuckin' blow! Swallow it, bitch! SWALLOW!" He roared, burying himself to the hilt, his balls slapping hard against her chin. She felt the hot, thick pulses erupting deep in her throat, jet after salty jet flooding her. She choked, trying to swallow around the obstruction, feeling the viscous fluid coat her gullet. Jake shuddered violently, his thrusts slowing as he emptied himself.
David pulled back just enough to give her space to gulp air, her chest heaving as she struggled to manage Jake's release. "My turn," David growled, no trace of his earlier gentleness left. He grabbed her head with both hands, fingers tangling painfully in her strawberry-blonde hair. He angled her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat, and slammed his cock back in, deep and hard, ignoring her renewed gagging. He fucked her mouth with single-minded intensity, using her throat like a fleshlight, his hips pistoning. His gaze was fixed on her face, watching the tears, the drool, the utter wreckage. "Suck it! Take it all, you greedy fucking mouth!" Spit flew with each thrust.
Good Girl whimpered around the invading flesh, her throat raw and burning. Her own fingers worked frantically at her clit, the rough stimulation a counterpoint to the violation, pushing her towards an unwanted edge. Her body trembled, caught between suffocation and rising pleasure. She felt David’s cock swell, the veins pulsing against her tongue. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound. "Here it comes, slut! Open wide!" He slammed in one last time, holding deep, and she felt the hot flood hit the back of her throat, thick and plentiful. She choked, swallowed convulsively, forced to gulp down another man's essence. David held her there, milking himself into her, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
Finally, he pulled out with a slick pop. She collapsed forward onto the bed, coughing violently, strings of thick saliva and semen dripping from her bruised lips onto the rumpled sheets. Her body shuddered with the force of her coughing fit. Tears streamed freely.
The harsh coughs racked her small frame, each spasm making her large breasts quiver against the sweat-slicked sheets. Thick strands of saliva and semen hung from her swollen, reddened lips, smearing across her cheek as she gasped for clean air. The acrid taste of spent cock and bile coated her tongue, impossible to swallow away.
Joey’s shadow fell over her, a looming presence radiating heat and musk. His hand, rough and demanding, grabbed a handful of her damp strawberry-blonde hair, yanking her head back with a sharp jerk. "None of that, bitch," he growled, his voice a low rumble vibrating through her skull. "We ain't done with you yet. Flip her over. I want that ass."
Jake and David moved instantly, their own satisfaction momentarily forgotten in obedience to Joey’s command. Hands, still slick with sweat and her own juices, gripped her hips and shoulders, flipping her onto her stomach with surprising ease despite her exhaustion. The plush comforter bunched under her belly, pushing her ass high into the air, exposed and vulnerable. The cool air hitting her wet cunt and asshole made her flinch.