Chapter 74: La Nuit des Confessions
The door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the corridor's fluorescent hum. Chloé had peeled off toward the communal showers with a wink and a promise to give them an hour before she came back with her fingers smelling like her own cunt. The room settled into its familiar quiet.
Agathe kicked off her sandals and flopped onto the bed, the mattress sighing under her weight. Her leggings were clean, her skin still damp from the shower. She stretched her arms above her head and watched Léa hover by the door, her cardigan pulled tight around her shoulders like a shield.
"You okay?"
"Mhm." Léa's voice was small. She crossed the room, sat on the edge of her own bed, then stood again. Fidgeted with the hem of her shorts.
Agathe propped herself up on her elbows. "Hey. You can talk to me."
Léa let out a breath that was almost a laugh. She sat down on Agathe's bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, and stared at her hands in her lap. Her knuckles were white.
"I've been thinking about something," she said. "All day. Since before the run."
"What?"
Her fingers twisted together. "You know how... how we do it. Together."
Agathe watched her, waited.
"I always picture it different." Léa's voice dropped to a whisper. "I mean, I love what we do. I love your fingers, I love your tongue. But sometimes..." She swallowed. "Sometimes I imagine it's a boy. That you're a boy. That you have a cock and you're inside me. And it's so much I can't think straight."
The words hung in the dim light. Agathe's cunt pulsed, once, a hot beat between her thighs. She stayed still.
"I want to pretend tonight," Léa said, her cheeks burning. "I want you to fuck me like you're a boy. Hard. Deep. Like you're filling me up."
"Okay." Agathe's voice came out rough. She sat up, reached for Léa's hand. "I can do that."
Léa didn't look up. Her voice got even smaller. "And there's something else."
"Tell me."
"I need to shit." She finally met Agathe's eyes. "It's been building all day. Since the run, since dinner. My insides feel like they're full of concrete. And I want..." She took a shaky breath. "I want to do it while you're inside me. While I'm fingering myself. I want to feel everything come out while I'm coming."
Agathe's cunt flooded. She could feel the wetness soaking through her panties, a hot spread against her thigh. She squeezed Léa's hand.
"You want me to watch you push it out?"
"I want you in me while I do it. I want to feel you while I'm pushing." Léa's voice cracked. "Is that disgusting?"
"No." Agathe leaned in, pressed her forehead against Léa's. "It's not disgusting. It's just how you're made."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Léa let out a shuddering breath. Her body uncoiled, just a little. She started pulling at her cardigan, her fingers clumsy on the buttons.
"Lie down," Agathe said. "On your back. Let me take care of you."
Léa slid off the bed and lay down on Agathe's mattress, her hair spreading across the pillow. She was still wearing her shorts and t-shirt, the fabric clinging to her skin. Her belly was tight under the cotton, a slight dome of pressure.
Agathe knelt over her, thighs straddling Léa's hips. She peeled off her own top, then her leggings, until she was down to her panties and the dampness between her legs. Léa watched her with wide eyes.
"I want to hear it," Léa whispered. "I want you to tell me what you're going to do."
Agathe leaned down, her lips brushing Léa's ear. Her hand slid down between them, over the swell of Léa's stomach, pressing gently on the hard curve of her belly.
"I'm going to strip you naked," she said. "I'm going to spread your legs and push my fingers into your cunt, and I'm going to make you so wet you can't think. Then I'm going to push them deeper, until you feel them in your guts. And when you're about to come, I'm going to tell you to push. And you're going to fill your panties with that big hot load while my fingers are buried in your pussy. And I'm going to watch every inch of it smear up your ass while you scream."
Léa's thighs trembled. Her breath came in short pants. Her hand slid down her own belly, fingers pressing over her shorts, rubbing through the fabric at her cunt.
"Do it," she breathed. "Please. Do it now."
Agathe's hand stopped on the hem of Léa's shorts. Something else flickered in her chest, a darker heat that made her cunt clench. She sat back on her heels, looked down at Léa's flushed face.
"Wait," she said. "Not like that."
Léa's eyes widened. "What?"
Agathe slid off the bed, crossed to the metal locker in the corner. She spun the combination lock, pulled the door open. Inside, tucked behind a stack of clean towels, was a leather harness and a black silicone cock. She lifted it out, let it swing between her fingers.
Léa's breath caught.
"Can I take you by the ass first," Agathe said, "before you shit? The evening load, the one from dinner, I want to feel it pushing against my cock while I'm inside you. Want to feel how full you are."
Léa stared at the strap-on. Her pupils dilated. Her thighs pressed together, a slow, grinding motion.
"Yes," she breathed. "Oh God, yes. I've thought about that, imagining it was a boy, his cock in my ass, and then feeling him push out what's inside me."
Agathe strapped on the harness, the leather sitting snug around her hips. The silicone cock stood up, thick and dark, curving slightly upward. She pumped lube onto her palms, stroked it along the length, and the sound of it was wet and obscene in the quiet room.
"Get on your hands and knees," she said.
Léa obeyed, turning over and rising onto all fours on the mattress. Her arms trembled. She dropped her head forward, and her back arched, presenting her ass. She was still wearing her shorts, the fabric stretched tight over the hard mass of shit she was carrying, and the outline of it was clear, a solid block that pressed against the seam.
"Are you so full right now?" Agathe knelt behind her, pressing one palm flat against the back of Léa's shorts, feeling the hard lump beneath.
"Yes," Léa whimpered. "So full. I've been holding it since before dinner. I think it's going to come out on its own if you don't hurry."
"Then let's get these off."
Agathe hooked her fingers into the waistband of Léa's shorts and pulled them down. The cotton panties underneath followed. Léa's ass was pale, round, and between her cheeks, the dark ring of her anus was already pushed out, a soft bulge straining.
Agathe drew the tip of the silicone cock along the crack of Léa's ass. Léa's whole body twitched.
You feel that? Agathe pressed the head against Léa's anus, not pushing in, just resting there. "That's a boy's cock. That's what he'd feel like before he fills your ass."
"Please. Please push it in."
Agathe obliged, pushing forward in a single smooth stroke. Léa's mouth opened in a silent cry. The thick cock sank all the way in, a long, solid invasion, and Léa's body clenched around it. Her knuckles whitened on the sheets.
"Fuck," she gasped. "It's so thick. I can feel the shit up against it, I can feel it pressing back."
"That's what I want." Agathe began to pump, slow and deliberate, watching the silicone rod slide in and out of Léa's stretched hole. "I want to feel you holding it in while I'm inside you. I want to feel the fight."
Léa moaned, her head hanging low. One hand slid underneath her body, between her thighs, down to her cunt. Her fingers found her clit and began to rub in tight circles.
"Chloé's in the showers," Agathe said, bucking harder. "Right now she's got her fingers buried in her pussy thinking about us."
Léa cried out, a strangled sound. The fingers on her clit moved faster. The cock spread her open, and Agathe reached around with one hand and pressed down on the small of Léa's back, forcing her arch deeper.
"Don't push yet," Agathe said close to her ear. "Hold it. Let me feel you squeeze around me."
"I can't. It's coming. It's coming so hard I can't hold it." Léa's whole body went rigid. "Agathe, I have to push. I have to push right now."
"Do it."
Léa's fingers flew against her clit. She screamed once, a throaty, guttural sound, and pushed. Agathe felt the moment his anus opened, the moment the huge hard mass inside her shifted forward and pressed against the cock still buried in her ass. It came in a thick, grinding movement, the shit sliding out around the silicone as it blocked her hole. It filled the space between them, a heavy, dark pile on the sheets, followed by more, softer, a mushy flood that pressed against Agathe's knot.
"Keep coming," Agathe panted, and she kept fucking her through it, through the mess, the cock sliding in and out of Léa's dripping, filthy hole. "Let it all out. Let that boy feel you spurting around him."
Léa came with a scream, her body shuddering and convulsing, her cunt flooding over her own fingers. She collapsed forward onto the bed, her ass still raised, the shit still slowly pushing out of her, smearing against Agathe's thighs.
Agathe pulled the cock out with a wet, sucking sound. Léa's anus gaped, dark and soiled, a last soft turd dropping onto the sheets.
Somewhere down the hall, Chloé's voice rose in a satisfied moan, echoing off the tiles of the communal shower.
Agathe pulled the strap-on off and dropped it on the floor with a wet slap. She knelt there a moment, breathing hard, watching the mess spread on the sheets between Léa's thighs. The pile was still warm, dark and dense, and more of it had smeared across her own legs.
Léa stayed on her hands and knees, her forehead pressed to the mattress. Her shoulders shook. A low, ragged sound escaped her, and for a second Agathe thought she was crying. Then she realized she was laughing, a broken, giddy laugh that turned into a hiccup.
"Fuck." Léa's voice came out muffled against the sheets. "Fuck, that was... that was everything."
Agathe reached out and touched her lower back, her fingers sliding through a smear of sweat and filth. "You okay?"
Léa turned over slowly, her legs folding under her. She sat back on her heels, entirely naked, entirely filthy, and looked at Agathe with eyes that were wet and bright. There was a tremor in her hands.
"I meant it," she said. "Every word. The boy thing. It's not just a game."
"I know."
"Do you think it's wrong? To want that? To pretend you're someone else when I'm with you?"
Agathe shook her head. She crawled forward and settled in front of Léa, their knees almost touching. The air between them was thick with the smell of what Léa had pushed out, but neither of them moved to clean anything.
"I think it's just what you want," Agathe said. "And I want to give it to you."
Léa's chin wobbled. She looked down at her own hands, still trembling. "I've wanted it since before I came here. To be taken by somebody strong. Somebody who just... uses me. Like I'm nothing but a hole to fill." She swallowed. "And the shit, I know it's sick, but I want to be that full. I want to feel somebody push into me and I want to feel my guts working around it. I want to be so packed I can't do anything but push it out while I'm coming."
Agathe's cunt pulsed again, hot and swollen. She reached out and took Léa's hand, squeezing it.
"That doesn't bother me," she said. "It's what I want too. To have you like that."
Léa looked up, searching her face. "Really?"
"Really."
Léa let out a shuddering breath. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Agathe's, and her hand slid down between her own thighs. Her fingers found her pussy, still slick and swollen from earlier, and she started to work them in.
"Then come here," she whispered. "Pretend again. Pretend you're him. Pretend you have a cock and you're going to make me take every inch of it while I'm full."
Agathe's mouth went dry. She leaned in and kissed her, deep, tasting the salt on Léa's lips. Her hand covered Léa's where it worked between her thighs, and together they pushed two fingers deep into her cunt.
"Tell me what he'd do," Léa breathed against her mouth. "Tell me."
Agathe curled her fingers, finding the rough spot inside Léa that made her hips buck. "He'd pin you down," she said. "He'd spread you open and he'd fuck you so hard your tits would slap. He'd hold your throat and make you look at him while he took you."
Léa moaned, her fingers joining Agathe's in her own wetness. Three of them now, packed inside her, twisting together.
"And when you begged him to let you come?" Agathe said. "He'd make you push first. He'd make you open up and give him everything that's inside you, and only then would he let you come. Only then would he fill you up."
Léa's back arched off the mattress. Her whole body went rigid, a low animal sound building in her throat. She came hard, shuddering, her cunt clenching around their fingers, and Agathe watched her face twist with the pleasure of it.
When her body stilled, she collapsed against Agathe, spent, her hands sliding out of her own soaked pussy. They lay tangled together in their own filth, the sheets a wreck around them.
"Someday," Léa murmured against her shoulder. "I want you to keep me full all night. I want to wake up needing to go so bad I can't think, and I want you to hold me while I push it out. All of it. Everything I've got."
Agathe held her tighter. "Then that's what we'll do tomorrow. I'll make sure you eat enough to pack you solid."
Léa laughed, a soft wet sound. "You're the only girl who'd want that."
"Maybe I'm the only one who knows what you're worth."
In the corridor, the shower had gone quiet. Chloé's footsteps approached, light and unhurried, and the door handle turned. Agathe pulled the sheet up over them, a half-hearted attempt at modesty that failed utterly given the state of everything.
Chloé stopped in the doorway, took one look at them, and burst out laughing. "Jesus Christ. You two look like you died in a mudslide."
"Shut up," Léa mumbled, but she was smiling.
Chloé flopped onto her own bed, still wrapped in a towel, and stretched out with her hands behind her head. "So. Was it everything you dreamed of, princess?"
Léa's smile widened. She pressed her face into the curve of Agathe's neck and whispered, loud enough for Chloé to hear: "It was better."
Chloé snorted, but there was warmth in it. She rolled onto her side, propped on one elbow, and studied them with gleaming eyes.
"Then I guess we're starting tomorrow with a plan."