Chapter 12: Double Penetration Fantasy
The slap of flesh was the only rhythm left in the world. William held Rachel’s hips in a vise grip, watching in the foggy mirror as her tiny body rode his cock up and down. Her back was to him, a smooth curve of sweat-slicked skin, her curly hair a dark, wild mess against her shoulders. Every downward plunge drew a choked “Unnh!” from her throat; every upward retreat a wet, sucking gasp.
The black giant loved nothing more than watching the girls he was fucking in the mirror, their expressions as his thick cock went in and out of their pussies or asses. Girls so different from the ones he’d met the first time. Quinn, the overly proud head cheerleader, begged him to go faster and harder while, holding her ponytail tightly, he pulled her hair back. Tina, the little Asian girl, had seemed tiny compared to his bulk as he pounded her ass and she confessed she’d never done anything like it. As his cock went in and out of Rachel’s little pussy, William remembered Emma Pillsbury, the guidance counselor. The redhead had initially kicked him out when the giant had hit on her, even threatening to tell the principal. Three days later, in this same room, William found himself fucking her married pussy, the redhead on all fours facing the mirror. The redhead’s face was drenched and dripping with the stream of semen William had just ejaculated on her.
As for Rachel Berry, whom he was watching come in the mirror’s reflection, his enormous cock inside the little brunette’s pussy, the mere knowledge that she had boasted she would never let a black man fuck her was enough to send William into a frenzy. Less than fifteen minutes later, Rachel’s black dress had joined her panties and bra on the bedroom floor.
“Fucking talk,” William grunted, slamming her down harder onto him. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m… ah!… I’m your slut!” Rachel cried, the words tumbling out between gasped breaths. Her own hands were braced on his powerful thighs, her nails digging in.
“My what?”
“Your cunt! Your fucking cunt!” she screamed, her body bowing as another shiver of pleasure wracked her. She was so full, so brutally stretched, the feeling both punishing and divine.
He gave her no respite. After a while, he flipped her onto her back, her legs pushed wide, her glistening, thoroughly used pussy on full display. He drove into her again, his weight pinning her to the mattress. Then, later, he fucked her against the wall, Rachel’s legs wrapped around the giant’s waist and her arms clinging to his neck. William gave the petite brunette little respite. He finally lay down on the bed, his enormous penis erect, ordering her to mount him. With the black man’s imposing bulk on the bed, the brunette seemed tiny when, after slowly lowering herself, she finally took his penis inside her vagina. William held her firmly by the hips.
“Move your ass, you talentless bitch,” he growled. “Make me cum.”
“Y-yes… ngh!”
Rachel began to move her hips, a frantic, bouncing ride, but it was she who came first, a strangled “Aahhh!” tearing from her as her head fell back. William gave her no respite and ordered her to continue. With her hands flat on William’s imposing chest, Rachel began to ride him in earnest, sobbing with each impalement.
The bedroom door opened.
Rachel’s rhythm hitched, her eyes flying open. Another black man stood in the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in the scene.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” William ordered, his hands clamping harder on her hips, forcing her to keep moving. “This is Marcus.”
Marcus closed the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms. “Damn, Will. Finn’s girl?”
“Was Finn’s girl,” William corrected, his voice calm even as Rachel moaned above him. “What’s the word?”
Marcus chuckled. “Quinn’s upstairs. Getting her pussy and ass pounded at the same time by both the forwards. She’s scream-crying. It’s beautiful. Tina’s in the blue room. Mike’s fucking her ass raw. You know how he gets.”
“Dude only thinks about pounding asses,” William said, his hips lifting to meet Rachel’s downward stroke. “That little Asian girl ain’t about to sit down anytime soon.”
Rachel continued to moan, a high, continuous whine, as she rode the giant’s cock up and down. The conversation happening around her, about her friends, as if she were just furniture, sent a bizarre, hot thrill through her humiliation.
“She looks lonely up there,” Marcus said, his eyes roaming over Rachel’s quivering body, her small breasts bouncing.
“You should keep her mouth busy,” William suggested casually. “She talks too much anyway.”
Marcus didn’t need to be told twice. He undressed quickly, his cock already half-hard. It wasn’t as big as William’s, but still thick and imposing. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Rachel’s face.
William looked up at her, his expression dark. “Suck his cock, you glee club whore. And don’t you stop riding me.”
Tears welled in Rachel’s eyes, a mix of overwhelmed sensation and deep, degrading compliance. With a shaky hand, she reached out and grasped Marcus’s length. It was hot and heavy in her hand. She guided it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip.
“That’s it,” Marcus murmured, his hand tangling in her curls. “Open wide.”
She did. She took him into her mouth, the thick head pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering.
“Deeper,” William commanded from beneath her, thrusting up sharply.
Marcus’s grip tightened in her hair, and he pushed forward. Rachel’s world narrowed to two points of overwhelming fullness: the massive cock pistoning in her pussy and the one choking her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The sounds she made were muffled, guttural grunts and choked gags around Marcus’s shaft.
“Listen to that,” William laughed, the sound a low rumble. “She sounds like a fucking pig.”
Marcus began to fuck her face in earnest, setting a rough rhythm that matched William’s thrusts from below. “Oh yeah, she’s a hungry little pig,” he grunted.
Rachel’s mind dissolved. There was no Broadway, no Finn, no pride. There was only the brutal, filling stretch, the obscene wet sounds of her own body being used, and the crude, approving voices of the men reducing her to nothing.
She was a hole. And she was full.