Page 42 of Feel Free to Scream

“I don’t think so, darling. I think you’re going to take it easily, given how dripping wet and needy you are. The first one slid in so fast. And it was the first time anyone touched your ass, wasn’t it?”

I nod, my eyes glued to the toy in his head.

“Don’t look at it. Don’t think about it. Just feel,” he orders.

I’m surprised to see him put the toy down on the top of the box, and my eyes widen when his hands move to his slacks, tugging down his zipper.

I’m not prepared for watching him free his cock and fist it. My entire body goes rigid, while I gasp and stare in complete, stunned shock.

I know what a penis is supposed to look like. I’ve been sent a number of unsolicited dick pics online.

Cocks, in real life, are not supposed to look like this. As thick, and long, and perfectly curved as a dildo. A very large one. It occurs to me that anatomically, there is no way this man is compatible with me. His cock just can’t fit anywhere inside me. But as I stare in horror, it presses right against my folds.

I wince in anticipation, but no pain comes. Instead, Keller slides it all the way up to my clit, taps it twice, and then back down, parting the folds to press right at my opening, but never past my walls, just skating back up.

Oh, god. That feels so, so, so good. I whimper as he keeps dragging his cock along my pussy, desperate for more. He goes faster, that huge nub pressing harder, but never aiming to enter me. And all of a sudden, I am desperate for him to do just that, to fill me, press inside, even though I’m fairly certain he’ll tear me in two.

“Fuck, you’re drenching my cock,” Keller laughs, sounding half mad.

He sucks in his breath as I pant, like he’s just as feverish as I am, the friction driving both of us insane.

Then he shifts, never stopping the movement, and all of a sudden, there is pressure pushing inside me; but not my pussy. It’s at my ass. I don’t tense. How could I, when he’s fucking my pussy lips and bringing me so very close to another climax?

The plug—the huge butt plug I didn’t think could possibly fit—is inside me in a second, my ass sucking it in, and it shakes while Keller moves harder, faster. I scream as my insides flood him, coming without warning, faster than I would have thought possible.

This time, I’m not losing it, faint, or tired. I’m wired, my body aflame. It knows there’s more. Wants much more.

He slides the plug in and out of the ring of muscle, and my ass takes it, something inside me shifting at each penetration.

“That’s it. Prepare your ass for my cock, darling. I’m going to take it. I’m going to fuck you until you’re full of my cum,” he promises.

I sob a yes, then another, and another, chanting the word.

“Bloody hell,” I hear someone say. I don’t care who. I don’t look. But I’m reminded again of the audience, and my pussy quivers at the thought. “She’s hot.”

I like it. I like that they’re watching.

Keller reaches for my hair, tugging at the elastic bands keeping my braids in shape. Immediately, my unruly curls fly all around my face. I’ve likely been sweating, so they’re as out of control as ever. Keller secures his mask in place once again and lifts a hand toward some of the onlookers, who have edged closer, standing, to watch the lewd display.

“The wand,” he demands in that robotic voice.

I tense, expecting the electric tool, but it’s the microphone-shaped toy that one of the onlookers—a masked girl—hands him.

And suddenly, the head of the white toy’s pressed between his cock and my clit, and I’m screaming as it vibrates, covering so much of my delicate skin.

I wouldn’t have thought it possible for anything to be this good. Surely it’s a sin. Nothing is supposed to be so close to paradise. I’ve never really bought into the whole church thing my grandmother has preached, but if this isn’t divine, otherworldly, I don’t know what could be. And if I’m damned for it? I don’t think I care.

The next orgasm comes way too fast. I’ve not even recovered from the last. My body’s starting to ache in odd places; maybe it’s not made to feelthis much.

“Please, please, please,” I hear, and I am startled to realize it comes from me.

I don’t even know what I’m begging for. But he does. Keller slides the butt plug out completely, and the next second, he’s pushing his cock inside my ass in one smooth thrust.

Fuck.

He’s so, so big, and completely different, the head of his cock punching the wall between my ass and pussy, stimulating both as each deep, fast, unrelenting plunge.

I can’t make sense of the pleas and moans and screams coming out of my mouth, as he grunts and keeps plowing me, my visceral need growing.

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