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MY STEPBROTHER’S ORGY PARTY (3)

Author: Mirabella
last update publish date: 2026-02-03 00:03:27

FREYA

Jace carries me to the bed, his cum still leaking from my pussy, and lays me down on the black silk.

Then he pulls out — I whimper at the loss — and settles into a leather chair in the corner. His cock is still hard, glistening with my virgin blood and his cum. He wraps his fist around it slowly.

“This is Marcus.” He nods to the dark-skinned god now climbing onto the bed, his cock easily ten inches and thick as a beer can. “And Evan.” The blonde kneels beside my head, his cock long and curved, precum dripping onto my cheek.

“These are the rules,” Jace says, stroking himself with long, lazy pulls. “You don’t come until I say. You keep your eyes on me. And when you scream — you scream MY name. Understood?”

I nod eagerly, “Yes, Jace.”

“Good girl,” he looks to his friends. “Take her.”

Marcus spreads my thighs with his massive hands, thumbs pulling my pussy lips apart. I feel Jace’s cum drip out of me and Marcus groans.

“Fuck, look at this messy little cunt.” He leans down and licks a long stripe from my ass to my clit, gathering Jace’s cum on his tongue and swallowing it. “Tastes like the both of you.”

He seals his mouth over my pussy and begin to feasts on me.

I cry out as my back arches, and Evan takes the opportunity to slide his cock past my lips. He’s salty and warm and stretches my jaw wide as he pushes deeper, feeding me inch after inch until he hits the back of my throat.

“That’s it,” he groans, fisting my hair. “Choke on it.”

I gag around him, spit drooling down my chin, but I don’t stop. I look at Jace while I suck his friend’s cock, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head. His hand moves faster on his shaft.

Marcus shoves three fingers inside me while sucking my clit, and the stretch makes me moan around Evan’s cock.

The vibration makes him curse and thrust deeper, fucking my throat while I gag and drool and take it.

“She’s ready,” Marcus announces, rising up. His cock bobs in front of him, impossibly thick, the head nearly purple. “Gonna stretch this pussy wide open.”

He notches himself at my entrance — already wrecked, still leaking — and pushes in slowly.

I scream around Evan’s cock.

He’s so much bigger than Jace. I feel every inch forcing its way inside, my walls burning as they stretch to accommodate him. It hurts. It’s too much.

It’s perfect.

“Eyes on me,” Jace commands.

I find him through my tears. He’s stroking faster now, watching his friend’s massive cock split me open.

Marcus bottoms out with a groan. “Tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Even after Jace wrecked it.”

He pulls back and slams in.

I lose my mind.

He fucks me hard and deep, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. Evan matches his rhythm, fucking my throat in tandem.

I’m stuffed at both ends, drooling and gagging and moaning, my pussy making obscene wet sounds around Marcus’s cock.

“Switch,” Jace orders.

They rearrange me like a doll.

Evan lies on his back and pulls me on top, his cock sliding into my swollen pussy easily. I sink down with a moan, feeling him fill me differently — hitting new places, stretching me in new ways.

Then Marcus is behind me.

His cock presses against my ass.

“Wait—” I gasp. “I’ve never—”

“Relax.” His finger circles my rim, slick with something cold and wet. “Just push out when I push in.”

I’m terrified, but still excited. A part of me can’t wait to tell Mia and Jade all about this in the morning. Maybe I’ll leave out the part where my step brother took my virginity…or not.

He breaches me slowly.

The burn is intense, my virgin ass stretching around the thick head of his cock. I’m sobbing, trembling, but I don’t tell him to stop. Evan holds still beneath me, his cock throbbing in my pussy, while Marcus works himself deeper and deeper.

Finally, he bottoms out.

I’ve never felt so full in my life. Two cocks inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. I can feel them both, separated by just a thin wall, pulsing together.

“Move,” I beg. “Please, move—”

And They do.

One fills my cunt while the other retreats, then switching. I’m a ragdoll between them, screaming and crying and drooling, my holes fucked open and used.

And through it all, I try to keep my eyes on Jace.

He’s stroking fast now, his cock red and angry, balls drawn up tight. He’s watching his friends destroy me. Watching me love it.

“Gonna come,” Marcus grunts, his thrusts getting erratic. “Where do you want it?”

“Her face,” Jace says. “Both of you. On her face.”

They pull out at the same time. The emptiness makes me sob.

Marcus flips me onto my back on the floor. Both of them kneel over me, fisting their cocks, aimed at my open mouth.

“Eyes on me,” Jace growls.

I look at him as his friends jerk off inches from my face.

Evan comes first — thick ropes of cum painting my cheeks, my lips, my tongue. Marcus follows seconds later, his load even bigger, covering my forehead, dripping into my eyes, filling my mouth until I’m gagging on it.

I swallow what I can. Let the rest drip down my face, my neck, pooling in the hollow of my throat.

Jace stands over me.

His cock is in his hand, stroking furiously.

“Open up for me.”

I open my mouth and push tongue out. My face is already covered in cum.

He comes with a roar, and the biggest load yet floods my mouth, and overflows down my chin, mixing with his friends’ cum until I’m glazed in white.

I swallow and swallow and still can’t get it all.

He drops to his knees. His thumb swipes through the mess on my cheek and pushes it into my mouth.

“Good girl.”

I suck his thumb clean, tasting all three of them.

Marcus and Evan leave quietly. I barely notice. The door clicks shut.

Jace gathers me in his arms, pulls me against his chest. His heart is pounding. So is mine.

“Still want to be a good girl?” he murmurs against my hair.

I laugh, tasting cum on my lips, feeling it drying on my face, leaking from my ruined holes.

“Never again.”

He kisses my forehead.

And I realize — I have never felt more alive.

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