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Escaping Limbo (BurningWillow & BloodRedRomeo)

She did like that she was her first. He had no idea. But he was just happy that it made her happy. He continued his assault on her body, feeling himself steadily approach orgasm. He had already been so close and Tia’s body felt so good. “Tia,” he groaned as her walls clamped tightly around him. That was it. That was enough to bring him over the edge. He came, filling her entire pussy with cum. They hadn’t bothered to use a condom, so she got the full experience of an internal cumshot.

Roland’s head was swimming. The pleasure of the orgasm, the alcohol, the emotional satisfaction. But he was also still hard. This hadn’t been enough for him. He needed more. “I love you,” he said, directing it at both girls as he pulled out of his first woman. It was time to claim his second.

Roland moved to the side, placing himself directly behind Ashley. She was already wet enough to drench the bed. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her. His long, cum and juice stained rod pierced her, going farther than any other man could’ve. She was his, and he was going to make her completely forget the other men who had slept with her in the past.
 
Tia could feel him orgasming. She would never forget that. Her first orgasm with him. His first within her. She moaned his name over and over as she came down from the orgasmic high, feeling him pull out and groaning, not ready for it to end so soon. Ashley on the other hand cooed and purred his name as she felt his hands pull up her hips and she got on her knees, ready for the man of her dreams.

“Roland please, please,” she begged, panting, her pussy dripping for him. He thrusted in and she cried out happily, her knees buckling but staying up as he filled her to the hilt.

“So big,” She panted, nearly drooling at how good it felt, “so big!”

Tia groaned, “what about me Roland?”

Ashley head whipped back as she moaned, his thrusts reaching areas never explored. Finally she gasped, “Want me to please her Roland? Want to watch me eat her out?”

She asked because she could feel the power coming off him. The control. Roland wanted to be in charge. Tia was under his spell and Ashley was more than happy to melt under him too. As long as he wanted her, she was his.
 
Roland was almost in a trance. Everything he was doing felt so good. And everything that didn’t feel good felt numb from his drinking. It was an insanely pleasurable state to live in. So he continued hammering his friend’s pussy.

However, even the trance state Roland could struggle with the question. On the one hand, hot! On the other hand, letting her dictate what happened was giving her control. In the end, hotness won out.

He pulled back, bringing Ashley with him. Then he rotated a bit, and pushed her back, ending her face right between Tia’s legs, facing the very pussy he had been fucking only moments ago. “Ashley, Tia, you’re both...amazing,” he continued to say as he fucked. He couldn’t overstate the pleasure their bodies brought him.
 
Ashley moaned, but his direction was clear. She had no prior experience so her tongue was clumsy and sloppy as she started to lick and then fuck Tia’s pussy with her mouth. But it didn’t matter. Both girls were too drunk to tell the difference and it pleasured Tia either way. She lay there moaning, clutching the bed sheets as Ashley ate her out and bounced hard back and forth, getting impaled herself over and over, her shrieks of pleasure for him muffled by Tia’s folds.

“Roland, oh god Roland,” Tia slurred and moaned. Even if it was Ashley pleasuring her, their minds revolves around him here and now.
 
It was a magnificent sight to behold. He had cum a ton inside of Tia, meaning there was plenty leaking out of her pussy, more than enough for Ashley to drink as she ate out their friend. It was one hell of a sight, made all the better when he heard it was his name on Tia’s lips. It made him feel powerful and even more in love.

For a few minutes, they maintained this deviant position, but Roland was reaching his limit. “Ashley,” he groaned. “I’m going to cum. Inside,” he told her clearly. This is what he wanted. He wanted her body to belong to him, and this was how he was going to do it.
 
Ashely moaned at his words, bucking her hips into him. She wanted nothing more than to be his forever. All six girls did. They all wanted Roland.

Tia gasped and clung to Ashley’s face eating her out, still crying Roland’s name as her back arched and her head pressed hard against her pillow. They were doing this for his pleasure, for Roland’s eyes to watch and enjoy. But also for themselves. It was clear Tia and Ashley had grown a thing for each other in their years waiting for Roland. How could that not be better for him though? They were willing to share him and each other due to it, attracted to both sexes. And the sight of them...Ashley face between Tia’s thighs as her body arched and she came close to orgasming, her eyes rolling back but his name on her lips. It was a perfect threeway.

Ashley was ready to cum too. Her body was quaking under his powerful thrusts, so on edge that one more impalement would make her burst. He had her on perfect edge.
 
Finally, it was almost time. He almost felt bad about ending this perfect rhythm they had achieved. At the same time, he needed to have his release. After all, sex that never ended was torture more than pleasure. He increased his speed, and, in an act to bring it over the edge, gave Ashley one more good, hard spank. Then he came.

Somehow, he had cum even more than before. Roland clutches her body tightly as he unleashed everything he had inside of her. He filled her pussy to the brim and then some, all in pursuit of his need to have this woman he loved. But eventually the stream ran dry and his pleasure abated. All that was left was pure, satisfied exhaustion. He pulled out of her, moved to the side and then flopped down onto the bed, lying on his back, still panting.
 
Tia cummed moments before Roland, screaming his name. She cried out so hard for him that as her orgasm died the drunk party girl’s whole body flopped, nearly unconscious from exhertion. Ashley orgasmed moments after him, the spank doing her in as he filled her pussy with his hot seed and she tended. Seconds later she exploded, her walls tightening and milking him, her screams for him muffled into the pillow.

And when he was done with her, she too collapsed, panting heavily, cum drooling out of her. She wiggles and crawled to his side, curling up against him and whimpering his name under her breath before passing out, her body spent. Tia moaned, opening an eye and with final effort crawled to his other side and curled in, her head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” she whispered, “now and forever. My first.”

With that she started to snore, passing out too.
 
Roland was in a state of bliss. Two women, cuddling up against him, their beautiful bodies pressed against his. Their pussies were dripping with his cum in a way that he couldn’t have dreamed of happening only a few hours ago. He wrapped an arm around each of them, holding his loves tight against himself. With them against his body, he began to drift off. In seconds, the trio were sleeping in a happy, naked mess.
 
All three slept through the rest of the party and well into the morning the next day. They weren’t even noticed missing till near lunch time on Saturday, when Veronica piped up that she hadn’t seen Miles much after he kicked that guy out the night before.

“To be honest I was so busy making friends I didn’t see half of you,” Andrea laughed, her head somewhat aching from a hangover as she cleaned up empty bottles, “I’m surprised he isn’t up yet though. He never usually drinks more then us.”

Lela laughed, “well I wouldn’t expect Tia and Ashley up anytime soon either. Did you see how sloshed they were? And everyone kept talking about their kissing during spin the bottle.”

Andrea gaped at her, “They were kissing?”

Lela shrugged, “They were drunkest of all of us and playing that kids game. Probably don’t even remember.”

“Someone told me they headed upstairs together at some point, watched them go into a room alone,” Veronica chimes in, then shrugged, “But he was pretty drunk, maybe he thought he saw them go upstairs and they passed out?”

Andrea looked up at Tia’s room, “only real way to tell is to go check. Besides they should be helping us clean up.”

“I’ll go wake the party girls,” Lela laughed, “But I bet you Ashley is in her own room right now. No way they slept together.”

Veronica smiled, “should I wake Roland?”

“Nah let him sleep,” she smiled, “and let Beth sleep too. She can use it.”

Lela nodded, bounding up the stairs and heading to Tia’s door. She didn’t knock, finding it unlocked, likely Tia or Ashley stumbling to pee in the middle of the night and forgetting to lock it after again. She stepped in and her eyes went wide.

Oh. My. God. Roland?
 
Roland had a wonderful sleep. He was certainly more relaxed than he had been in quite some time. Just nice, tranquil sleep. Incredibly warm and soft as well. But the influence his bedmates had on his dreams aside, Roland found himself getting roused by a gentle thumping noise, almost like someone coming up the stairs.

He still hadn’t fully woken up, but the first thing he did was attempt to figure out where he was. This resulted in him groping to girls on either side of him, something the lizard part of his brain greatly appreciated. However, the higher parts of his thinking were still incredibly slow and groggy, bogged down by his archnemesis: a hangover. He was steadily trying to wake up and process memories of last night at the same time, a task that was proving surprisingly difficult. He barely even noticed when the door was opened. But then his eyes fluttered, and he saw Lela, looking at him with an expression he had never seen before. That’s when everything snapped into place.

Fuck he thought.
 
Lela slowly closed the door. She didn’t want the other girls to see it until she could process what she was looking at. Finally it clicked.

Tia and Ashely you bitches, you broke the promise!

She stood there, staring at the bed where all three lay naked. But she didn’t pay much mind to Ashley and Tia. Lela had seen naked men and women before. She had experimented with threeways. But she had never seen Roland naked before. And boy, was he a sight to see. Lela couldn’t help lock her lips as her eyes crawled over him, ending down where his morning wood stood tall and erect, like a flag on the bed.

An idea struck her. A dangerous one but hell, if Tia and Ashley were breaking rules, Lela certainly wasn’t being left on the sidelines. If they are breaking their promise so am I. I have been wanting this man for too many years.

Stepping to the bed she glanced at his face, still looking peacefully asleep. Or so she thought. She dropped to her knees, wearing nothing more than a red silk romper that she had worn to bed, her hard nipples peaking out through the sheer cloth, showing off their metal piercings with it. She had done it as a teen, and Roland hadn’t noticed but some of the girls had.

Time to wake up handsome.

Gently she reached out and grabbed his girth, shivering at her first feel of it, before beginning to stroke it up and down. As she did she got in a good position to press her lips to his tip, swirling her tongue around, feeling him at the edge of her mouth. Lela was practised and knew how to make a man enjoy a blow job. And with no gag reflex she slowly inched him into her mouth and down her throat, till her lips touched his hilt and she moaned around him, her hand cupping and fondling his balls now, holding his cock steady for her.

Slowly she began to pull up then press back down, going from tilt to hilt and back again, her tongue swirling and flicking at his length. Her speed quickened as she got into a good pace, her eyes watching him for any signs of waking. She wanted him to. She wanted to see his eyes when they opened and caught her sucking him off. She wanted him to grab her by the hair roughly and pound himself into her mouth like she was a ragdoll to him. But she also wanted him to want her. To say it wasn’t just Tia and Ashley he liked. She didn’t want to be rejected. Lela had never been rejected before, but from Roland it would kill her. She was so ever in love with him and he had no idea.

She wanted him. Wanted this.
 
Roland had opted for the best possible strategy at this point: playing possum. He wasn’t trying to actively avoid her or what he had done. He just believed that there would be a better time to confront it. Namely, when he wasn’t naked and flanked by naked women. That might make him seem less than genuine in his intentions.

That’s when he felt her. She was touching his cock. Then she was licking. And then she sucked him down to the base? He hadn’t expected that to be possible. He thought his rod was too big to fit in anyone’s mouth, but Lela was probing him wrong. His hips inadvertently did a small buck towards her mouth as he reveled in the sensation of her mouth on his dick.

Then he realized why she was so good. She must have done this to other guys before him. The Lela he loved, his Lela, had used her mouth on other guys. He had a sudden impulse of jealousy and possessiveness. They weren’t dating, but he still wanted her. Without her noticing, he pulled his arms away from the naked women beside him. When he was untangled, he then grabbed her head, letting her know that he was awake.

Roland knew what he wanted. He pulled her head off of his little head, sitting up as he moved her aside. He stood, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her along. He remained silent as he left the room, dragging her into the bathroom, thankful no one else was up there to see them. When they were alone in the bathroom, he practically pushed her to her knees until she was level with his cock. “Suck it,” he ordered. He had wanted to dominate her for so long. This appeared to be his opportunity to do so.
 
Lela gasped as hands pulled at her hair and tugged her head back, pulling her mouth from him as her eyes went wide, fearful as she looked up into his face that she had thought wrong. What if he only wanted them? Oh fuck...I'm so busted. Fuck fuck fuck.

He dragged her up and out of the room and her heart sunk even worse, thinking he needed to be away from the other girls to give her a good lecture. As the bathroom door closed she opened her mouth to start her apology when he forced her to her knees and she stared at his cock then at his face, blinking in confusion.

"You...aren't mad?" she asked, confused. His command made her shudder. Lela liked being controlled. But it never felt so good as when Roland said those two words, demanding he suck her.

Knowing he wasn't mad she moaned, gripping his hips and licking up his shaft before begging, "Dominate me Roland. I want to be yours."

She started to suck him, slowly at first, swirling her tongue at his tip then she let inch by inch slip into her mouth and down her throat, until her nose tickled his stomach, barely able to breathe around him.
 
Roland watched her get down on her knees, admiring the sight. While he’d love any of his roommates to submit to him in this way, watching Lela do it was particularly special in a way he couldn’t quite explain. He wanted her submitting to him at all times. Well, he wasn’t actually sure about that, but his overly aroused self sure did.

Deciding her treatment alone wasn’t enough for him, he reached down to grab her by the head, forcing her to take him as deep as she could. Then he pulled her back only to force her head back down on him. He was truly face fucking her.

“Lela,” he started, looking down on the helpless girl with a look of domination. “You are mine. You mouth belongs to me. I want you.” He said this all clearly before everything seemed to warm up about him. “I love you,” he confessed, still banging her throat with force.
 
Lela moaned around his cock as he stuffed it in over and over, staring up at him. God she wanted to be dominated. She wanted him. She wished she could tell him the words back, that she too loved him but there was no time for that. So she showed him in a different way. She started sucking forcibly after his words, her fingers digging into his ass, begging him to facefuck her as hard as he licked. Her pussy drooled in need, wetting her romper as she sucked him back generously, her nipples hard under the sheer silk.
 
He rammed his rock solid dick in and out of her mouth with frightening speed. The additional stimulation her fingers were giving him was something else. He just wanted to use her to find release. “Lela,” he groaned as his peak was neared. He may have cum twice last night, but even then that hadn’t been enough to empty him. Now he was back to full. “Drink it,” he said before his limit was reached. Roland came in her mouth, and he came hard. The same amount of semen that had been enough to completely fill both Tia and Ashley’s pussies was now flooding Lela’s mouth.
 
Lela could do nothing but take his thick cock down her throat as he slammed over and over into her. And she loved it. The loss of control, the demanding look in his eye, his want for her.

The way he groaned her name made her shudder, but seconds later he demanded her to drink and she eagerly sucked him back as he orgasmed, milking him with her lips and tongue for every last drop. Her stomach filled with his hot seed as she swallowed mouthful by mouthful, sucking on his tip till there was no more to be had.

“Roland,” she moaned, licking his shaft clean eagerly, then those beautiful grey eyes looked up at him, “I’ve always wanted to be yours. Don’t stop. Baby take my body like you own me.”

She was panting, heavily aroused, and wanting nothing more than him to fuck her as viciously as he just did her mouth.
 
“What do you mean ‘like?’” he asked. The awkward virgin from last night was gone. He hadn’t fully thought through everything. Instead, for the first time, Roland was doing exactly what he wanted.

He pulled Lela up, spinning her around in the process. He pushed her against the counter with the mirror, bringing her face to face with her own reflection. Her own slutty, cum-stained image.

“I’ve wanted to own you for so long,” he told her, sadism still leaking into his voice. “But now, I do. This mouth I just fucked? Mine. These breasts that you always use to get guys to stare at you?” he continued, reaching forward to grab both of them. “Mine.” Meanwhile, without her being able to see, he was lining up his cock with her entrance. “And this slutty pussy? Well, why don’t you tell me who it belongs to?”
 
"You," she moaned, panting. Lela loved it. She wasn't scared of him or his words, wasn't shying from it. The spanish beauty wanted to be under his thumb. She could feel his tip and whimpered, begging for him.

"Yours. All yours. My body. My heart. Oh Roland please. Please own me," she moaned, gripping the bathroom counter tight. She had never let guys treat her like this. This...this was only for Roland. She couldn't deny all her fantasies she had with him. Sucking him off in his sexy car. Doing it in Anton's where the cameras couldn't see. Having him fuck her publicly, just out of anyone's eye, but the risk was so close it was too arousing to deny.

"All of me. Own all of me," she begged, her pussy dripping, her nipples hard, "My ass...Roland I saved that for you. Own me. Roland, ógeme bebé. Poseerme por favor. te quiero. quiero ser tuyo!"

She couldn't help but switch to spanish. She was so turned on she needed to promise herself to him in her own language, hoping it would arouse him too.
 
Roland listened to her go on and could’ve sworn he somehow got even harder. The idea that she had saved her anal virginity for him gave him a rush of arousal and romance. Maybe it was weird to think of fucking her ass in romantic terms, but he was doing so. And while he didn’t understand Spanish, her speaking it did help to push him even further.

“It’s not Roland, it’s Master,” he growled. But everything she had done was too much for him to handle. He shoved his hips forward, filling her pussy with him. He didn’t give her anytime to adjust, instead just thrusting away at her right from the start. She would adjust, and it fit into the play they were doing. “Say it,” he ordered as his massive rod plunged into her over and over.
 
“Master,” she moaned, bucking on the counter as he drove into her mercilessly. Out of the six, Lela was the most experience and the most sassy of them all. And he had her bent over and begging for him, whimpering and panting as he impaled her over and over.
 
Roland gripped her tightly, mercilessly pounding the girl in ways that he had only dreamed of before today. Now, I’m twelve hours, he had fucked half of his close friend group. It was miraculous and a true pleasure of life.

“Don’t forget it,” he told her as the thrusting continued. He kept his grip on her waist tight, allowing him to adjust her for ease of his fucking. He kept making little adjustments until he finally stumbled upon the sweet spot he had been looking for. His cock rammed into her, hitting every sweet spot and completely filling her pussy. He would mold this hole to his shape. After all, it was his. No one else would ever be allowed to use it. So best make it suited to him. He wondered how his Dick compared to all the others she had taken, though he suspected he already knew the answer.
 
He did. She was whimpering it, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“So big...so good...ohhh...”

She shuddered, tensing, ready to cum. But she didn’t. She held control over herself as Lela’s eyes opened and stared at her best friend, now lover in the eyes through the mirror.

“May I come...master?” She asked, playing into him, enjoying submitting herself to him, “Please?”
 
Roland was having trouble holding himself back at this point. She felt so good. Clearly, her experience was translating well to pleasuring him. But as she called him master and asked for permission to cum, she completely played into his dominating feeling. That pushed him to the edge.

“Cum for me,” he told her. “Cum for your Master,” he added before the final surge of speed before he reached the end. With his grip tightening on her waist, he came. He looked into her eyes through the mirror as every inch of her insides was painted white.
 
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