Scream Queen

by K T Morrison

  He slid all the way inside, deep as he could, she circled her arms around his neck and locked her mouth on his. He rolled his hips against hers, and Neve massaged his shoulders and back while he fucked her. She was lean and hard under him, her body squirming against his, her pussy gripping on him. She grabbed his ass cheeks, encouraged him to fuck her harder and faster.

  He did, he fucked her hard and kept the pace. At some point Neve moved down toward the foot of the bed and knowing she watched his cock going in and out of Chelsea drove him wild. She encouraged him by spanking his ball sack while he pounded. His breaths came quick and erratic.

  Chelsea whispered, “Come inside me, Ben...”

  It was impossible for him to hold out. The feel, the wildness, her dirty words, Neve’s playful spying and caressing. He exploded inside her. His whole body seized and as his orgasm ripped through him, tore him up like a passing tornado of broken glass, his juvenile mind imagined how his buddies would die when he told them about this before class on Monday.

  He’d just had sex with Chelsea Cunningham. Without a condom. She didn’t even ask him for one. He came inside her body. As his breath chugged and his mind struggled to make sense of the libertine badness that had somehow slithered his way, he felt her nails caress his back and he chuckled and groaned.

  “Unbelievable,” he sighed.

  Chelsea purred under him, flexed her pussy’s grip on his cock, milking him.

  It hadn’t been long, not even a quarter of an hour, maybe twenty minutes, but he couldn’t hold out longer than that. A disappointment worked through him. Chelsea hadn’t squawked or screamed or even dug her nails deep into him. He hadn’t impressed her. But he wasn’t done yet, he knew he could go all night...

  18

  It didn’t take long for the two girls to get his cock hard as steel again. Neve made out with him, both of them on their sides. Chelsea sucked his cock till it was fully hard, then she guided her friend to turn the other way. Neve gave him her back, and he caressed her small breasts while she raised a knee. Now it was Chelsea taking his cock and guiding it into Neve. They were doing it like spoons, the way his wife had asked him the other night. Only, with Libby the request had been out of left field and outrageous. Ben and Libby didn’t do it like spoons, they did it from the textbook, man on woman, missionary style. But spoon-style with these two was fluff. Spoons was sweet and innocent compared to the sexual depravity he knew they were capable of. Both of them level ten sex beasts who had sucked his cock in tandem, tongued his anus, snowballed his semen. It was like he was scrolling the channels on Pornhub, only he was in every sex scene.

  But for some reason, putting his dick inside Neve from behind on their sides like this had him thinking of Libby, and it was wrenching his heart. He grew uncomfortable and tried to shift positions. Chelsea guided Neve now to roll with him, Ben going to his back and the Native girl on top of him, her back against his chest. She was light as a feather but it didn’t stop his breaths from constricting having her weight on him. Her long black hair tangled in his mouth and around his nose. She giggled as she struggled to balance, and he cupped his hands over her breasts. His cock slipped out of her. Neve got her heels down and Chelsea grabbed his dick and jerked it. When Neve was stabilized, Chelsea guided his cock inside Neve again. Chelsea put her face where they were connected and ate her friend out. Sometimes she would take both his balls in her mouth.

  As he got closer to another orgasm, Chelsea flicked his cock out of Neve and used her hand again, getting him squirming and grunting in Neve’s ear, his hands working in circles over her hardened nipples. Then she was guiding his cock into Neve’s back hole and the night got even darker.

  Neve made soft squeaks and grunts accepting him, but once he was in, and her rectum was slicked with their excitement, Neve liked it, and hummed appreciatively as he fucked her ass. Then Chelsea was overtop both of them, taking Neve’s mouth with a kiss.

  The two girls made out passionately while he pushed in and out of Neve’s tight backside, and soon he was ready to go off again.

  Chelsea broke their kiss for a moment so she could whisper, “Come in her ass, Ben.” Neve giggled.

  In three more strokes from that instruction he was ejaculating, driving himself deep into Neve and lifting her up, riding on his body.

  When he was dry, he panted with exhaustion, and the two girls laughed and patted his arm. Chelsea helped Neve off, and she rolled onto her tummy, her ass stuck up in the air.

  Chelsea said to him: “Ben, go in my nightstand drawer...”

  He got up on his elbows and watched as Chelsea spread Neve’s cheeks apart, the girl twisting at the hips, so she could watch over her shoulder. Her ass was smooth and shapely, and Chelsea spread her wide enough even in the low light he could see the aperture of her anus. It flexed in and out, and right before his eyes it began to spill over with a pearly sludge. Chelsea put her mouth over it.

  “Fuck me,” he sighed, backing toward the edge of the bed. He chanced a glance over to the drawer as he opened it and saw what Chelsea must be requesting: a large penis-shaped dildo. The insertable end wasn’t much larger than him, the base bulging out to accommodate a vibrating motor. It was translucent, hot pink deepening to cherry red closer to the base. It shimmered with metallic gold flecks of glitter cast in the mold. He withdrew it and scooted closer to them, watching as Chelsea’s beautiful hair swished over the backs of Neve’s thighs as she still suckled on the hole he’d just fucked.

  He tapped the side of the dildo against Chelsea’s fingers where they curved over one of Neve’s buttocks. She opened that hand, and he placed the dildo in it. Mouth still in Neve’s ass, Chelsea switched the dildo on, then stroked it along Neve’s pussy. It got the girl whining with ecstasy and her legs labored in the sheets. When Chelsea sunk the large dildo inside her, Neve let out an animal moan, brought her knees together and raised her ass up high.

  Ben put himself down on a hip and watched Chelsea ream the molded cock in and out of Neve’s pussy. He watched the girl’s glimmering pussy lips cling to the shaft, could see the tremble of her membranes from the dildo’s rapid vibration. Chelsea worked it in and out of her, obviously feeding off Neve’s responses to her actions, and wanting to drive more pleasure into the girl. Soon, Neve’s ass was flexing and bouncing, her rump pushing back to meet the deep thrusts of the dildo. Head tilted to the side he could see Neve’s breast squished against her own arm, her face buried in the bedding. She cried in ecstasy. Then she came.

  Chelsea laughed, spanked one of Neve’s ass cheeks, plunged the dildo deep. Neve squirmed away, and Chelsea withdrew it, taking a moment to tease the glistening cock-head shape against the rosebud of Neve’s anus. Neve crawled away and tossed herself onto her back, breasts shaking. Her cheeks were flushed, her brow shiny. She ran her tangling hair back from her face.

  Chelsea kissed him then, both of them on their hips, one hand stretched out for support. They did it slow and sensual. Chelsea raised the dildo between them, ran her tongue on it, slicking away some of the shine left from deep inside Neve’s vagina. She passed it to Ben now, like it was a popsicle they were sharing on a hot summer day. He was reluctant but Chelsea mushed it against his lips, the tip tapping against his teeth. He ran out his tongue and Chelsea swathed it over top; he tasted Neve’s pussy. He batted the dildo away and kissed Chelsea again.

  “Not too bad, Ben,” she whispered. “What else you got?”

  19

  Chelsea pulled him on top of her again, and he got on his elbows as her knees stroked up his sides. The insides of her thighs closed on his hips. If the guys from school could see him now... It was insane to consider. There was no one he could tell. This was the world’s biggest secret—not just to preserve his marriage but to protect his sweet Libby’s feelings. She’d never done a thing to him that would deserve the hurt this night would deliver to her.

  Despite that truth, there was no turning back, and he let his hips sink down, Chelsea’s fingertips guiding the t
op of his erection so the tip pressed into the slick sleeve of her opening. He sunk himself into her again and she locked her mouth on his. They fucked for a good long while. Hips rolling and rocking, breaths coming fast and hard. His dick ached. Right from his anus, through the bulb of muscle under his balls. The tip of his penis tingled and felt numb. He began to worry he would lose hardness...

  But Neve was there to save the day, recovering from her orgasm and looking to join in with some play. The dildo hummed, then he felt the bulb head of it buzzing against his testicles. He stiffened and jerked, but his cock went hard again, and he stabbed it deep inside Chelsea.

  Neve ran the dildo lower and he could feel the back of her thumb lift his testicles as she inserted it into Chelsea’s anus while he was deep inside her vagina. He could feel the toy’s buzz against the underside of his cock right through the thin membrane that kept sex separate from defecation. He grunted and groaned, held himself still inside her while Neve ran the dildo in and out.

  Then it was his turn, and he didn’t even stop her...

  The dildo was withdrawn, the vibrating end of it passing over his balls and making his eyelashes flutter. Then Neve inserted it inside his anus. That had him trying to escape the penetration by thrusting his hips forward, driving every inch he had inside Chelsea, who tittered in his ear, suspecting what her dirty friend was doing to him.

  Neve delivered the most unexpected and shocking pleasure to him that way, and he fought it at first but soon succumbed. His cock slipped from Chelsea, but he was frozen in place, on all fours with a dildo in his rectum. Chelsea shimmied underneath him, her face going low, her thick hair spread out on the sheets, slowly tugging out of view as she slunk between his legs.

  While Neve used the dildo in his bottom, Chelsea took his cock in her heavenly mouth and kneaded his balls. The pleasure was outrageous. It was pain and discomfort and badness on the ultimate level, but the feeling of her feathery mouth on his sensitive cock and the dildo’s expansion of his rectum in combo had him babbling the most bizarre utterances of pleasure. Chelsea took his cock deep, his balls on her chin, and Neve’s toy ventured further into him.

  It was too much and his stomach collapsed into a hard bar, his breath hitched in his lungs. They had him grabbing on the sheets, trying to pull himself to safety as though the dirty pleasure would drive him to madness like a Lovecraftian horror. He fell and scrambled away...

  The two girls laughed at him, watching close together and embracing, on their knees at his feet, their sexy dark silhouettes against the pale of a silky curtain soaking up the outside moonlight. Neve stooped to pull him up by his wrist and Chelsea got on all fours, facing away. He grabbed Chelsea’s hips; his heart pounded in his eardrums, his chest tight and a high painful tearing feeling that had him knowing he was at his sexual aerobic maximum. His pulse was too high, his heart rate dangerous, blood pressure pounding fear into his temples. But still he rammed his hardness home in Chelsea’s hot slick aperture and gripped her hips. He fucked her hard, making the bed shake and his hips clap against her. Neve hooted in glee and slapped his bottom then Chelsea’s. He fucked Chelsea hard as he could. He studied her sexy grace; the swoop of her narrow waist, the swell of her perfect ass, the way her ribs pressed out against her tanned skin. Still, he couldn’t make her cry out.

  Sweat dripped from his nose, droplets melting onto her back. His skin shone from the effort. His vision grew white. There was a low freight train roar—it was him. A strange unfamiliar animal bellow coming more from his stomach than his lungs. His scalp tingled. He wasn’t sure if he was about to come or suffer an embolism. He’d never felt like this before. He fucked her harder. Chelsea thrashed her hair aside, and he caught a glimpse of her pretty profile; she was laughing.

  His stomach tightened, and he grimaced; his hips grew clumsy and uncooperative, his thrusting fell apart and a cramp ripped up the muscles on the left side of his back. He roared. Chelsea dipped forward. His cock popped out.

  “Shit,” he cursed, looking down, his vision faded and gray.

  Neve grabbed his shining cock and jerked him hard and fast.

  “Shoot it Ben, shoot it,” she encouraged him.

  Her small hand went like a blur on his shaft and he was aware while the actions of tonight were like the smorgasbord of the porn-site he frequented, the thing in Neve’s hand didn’t impress the way those other men’s did, and he was sure the girls had seen much larger. Doubt washed over him; his size, his ability, his masculinity—and while he’d put forth a valiant effort tonight, he was running on fumes and he knew he’d failed to launch either one of them into ecstasy. He’d just been a bit of fun to them...

  He grunted and bucked as he ejaculated in Neve’s hand.

  “That’s it,” she laughed, crushing his cock, swirling her grip on him. Watery pulses dashed from his blushing cock head and onto the curve of Chelsea’s taut ass cheek. “Oh, uh-oh,” she sighed, “Ben’s running dry...”

  He flexed his cock in her hand, trying to squeeze out more, trying to impress this girl he probably couldn’t impress, and when he was done, nothing more seeping from his urethra, he fell forward then slipped over the side of Chelsea’s body. He lay on his back, panting, covering his face with a forearm. The girls laughed and kissed, Neve getting overtop of Chelsea.

  He lay like that for minutes, trying to recover, wishing he would get hard again, but despite the noises of two hot girls pleasuring each other right next to him, his cock lay shriveled and cold, buzzing and numb. As his breaths grew deep and satisfying, he drifted off to sleep...

  20

  Through his dozing he was aware of the girls still engaging in play. Like a song in the background, his dreams were sweetened by the sounds of their sighs, their gasps, their laughs, the slaps of palms against soft flesh and the hum of the large dildo.

  A shriek of orgasm once roused him to the waking surface, and he saw Chelsea with her legs open, hands clutched in her hair while Neve wiggled that toy buried deep inside Chelsea’s pussy. Another time, slurping had his eyes fluttering to pinpoint the source of the odd sound, and he turned his head to see two lithe long-limbed forms next to him, rotated into polar antipodes, Neve on her back with her legs open, Chelsea’s legs bestride her face; Chelsea on all fours, Neve’s thighs closed against her ears, the two girls delivering oral ministration to one another, tongues lapping at pussies. Sixty-nine in the vernacular, how he would describe it to his buddies if he were in high school.

  But sleep’s pull was strong, and his need for recovery urgent. He was in and out.

  When he awoke again, it was with a start. He darted up, saw the clock read eleven o’clock. It was a relief. Dread had seized him, thinking he’d slept all night and his worried Libby was on the phone with all their friends trying to locate him. It wasn’t too late. And yet, in a way it was...

  The actions performed on this bed were undoable, the consequence enormous. A heaviness settled across his shoulders now, extinguishing any male pride stirred up by the legendary conquest of the evening. Chelsea fucking Cunningham, Ben. You fucked her, dude.

  “I did,” he sighed. Not just Chelsea, but her beautiful friend. Both of them at the same time.

  The two beauties were laid out inter-wound beside him; a tangle of long sexy legs, hugging arms, and snarled hair in black and honey plaits. The sight of them sickened him despite the grace of their naked bodies. Moonlight caressed the curves of their knees and hips, the raised mounds of their greasy sexes, Neve’s a dewy thatch of black hair. He buried his face in his hands and groaned.

  21

  Chelsea patted his hip with her foot, pedicured nails scratching his skin. “What’s with the hidden face?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You rested?”

  “Yes,” he said into his hands.

  “Uh-oh, sounds like Ben doesn’t want to play anymore...”

  “It’s not that,” he grumbled, uncovered his face and put his hands on his knees.

  Now Neve was st
irring as well, he could hear her take a long inhale. “What time is it?” Chelsea told her it was eleven, and Neve said, “What’s he doing?”

  Ben said, “It’s getting late.”

  “He can’t keep up with us,” Chelsea told Neve quietly.

  “I can,” he said, “you know I can. You know what’s wrong.”

  “Tell me what’s wrong, Ben,” Chelsea purred in mock compassion.

  “I have to go,” he said, straightening but still reluctant to rise.

  “Using your conscience as an excuse?”

  “Excuse for what?” Now he turned to scowl at her over his shoulder. Chelsea was up on her elbows, unabashedly bare-breasted and eyeing him slyly. Neve clung to her side, looking sleepy.

  “If your dick was hard, you’d bend me over and give me what you promised—”

  “I can get hard—”

  “But it’s not, and you’re worried we’ll suck it and it’ll stay a little shrunken thumb...”

  “I can get hard.”

  “Show us,” she challenged him.

  “It’s eleven.”

  “Pumpkin time,” Neve sighed without looking his way.

  “My wife will be waiting for me, wondering where I am.”

  “It’s only eleven,” Neve said tinged with probably unintended disgust.

  “That’s late,” he sighed, buried his face in his hands again.

  “Late for little Libby,” Chelsea sighed.

  Neve asked, “That’s his wife?”

  “Uh-huh. We all went to high school together.”

  “Kinky,” Neve said and kissed the side of Chelsea’s breast.

  Chelsea laughed, looking down, then wagging her shoulders to make her breasts sway. Neve turned her chin up like a hungry baby and Chelsea moved until her nipple inserted between her friend’s pouted lips.