Internal Screaming Novels & Stories

The way her insides wrapped around his d*ck is making him want to c*m soon. "Fuck it, sweetheart. You're making me crazy, ah…" Sandro can't control it anymore. He started to plunge hard and fast, making Demie crazy. She's moaning so loud now. The sound of their genitals, slapping together is heard through the room. It can't escape outside, soundproof. "Oh… Sandro… I'm c*mming…" Demie's hips is in the air, being pulled by Sandro to meet his thrusts. Who is now gritting his teeth, expelling so much force.

I thought he would put it just like that, but he didn’t. I squeaked when a pinch happened. I looked at him madly and he just let his eyes grow bigger, as if telling me that I should get my act straight or I would lose the opportunity to seek revenge. Calming myself would never be easy, but by just thinking that I’m doing this for my mom and I, all the bad things that I will experience will automatically be fine with me, even if it means that I will suffer along the way.

My voice was loud and filthy on the recording. "His tiny dick can't even get me wet... I need something real... something that fills me up and makes me scream." Then the part where I stroked his cock and screamed as I squirted all over his hand. My face was fully visible, eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. His face was completely blurred out. I froze. "What the fuck is this? Delete that right now!"

“Scream my name so loud the whole fucking house knows who you belong to. Let Vanessa hear it in her sleep—let her wake up knowing she lost. Knowing her daughter is upstairs getting bred by her stepson, collared and dripping and coming apart because she can’t get enough of my cock.” The words shattered me—taboo, filthy, true, everything we’d hidden for so long now weaponized into pure ecstasy. “Dante—fuck, Dante—yes!” I screamed his name raw and unrestrained into the dark, the sound echoing off the walls and almost certainly carrying through the vents, the floorboards, the quiet house. “Own me—breed me—fill me—make me yours forever!”

I screamed as he entered his dick inside my tiny hole and he is not inside yet. I could feel my walls tightening. I felt like they were being stretched. My head fell back in ecstasy, screaming as he entered. The last thing I remembered seeing was his cock disappearing from my ass. "Shhh, angel, don't scream. It hurts less if you don't," Caleb put his hand on my mouth. His dick is still buried inside my pussy and the first man is entering inside my asshole. Thank goddess as he entered inside half.

The pressure in my head mounted, a relentless surge that threatened to overwhelm my senses. In a burst of frustration, I released a guttural scream, the sound echoing in the confines of the bathroom. The tension in my body was released as the scream echoed off the walls, a cathartic release that momentarily eased the turmoil within. My teeth clenched in determination, a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I thumbed the zipper of my jeans open, my hand sliding inside to find myself aching and rock-hard. I began to move, a slow, steady friction that quickly spiraled out of control. “Sandra, fuck,” I hissed into the empty room, my heart racing. The rhythm on the screen matched the desperation in my hand. As the video reached its peak, I felt that familiar, white-hot tension snap. I came just as Sandra let out a final, shattering scream on the tape, the two of us finishing together. I slumped back, breathless, staring at the static on the screen.

“Tell the entire building how desperate you are for me. Let them all hear what a needy little slut you become when I touch you.” Tears of frustration and overwhelming need slipped down my flushed cheeks and my body shook, every nerve screaming for release. My voice cracked as I finally screamed the words he wanted, loud enough that they bounced off the walls and likely carried beyond the bedroom door. “I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!”

Max depth. I scream. It’s an animal sound, raw and broken. The climax hits me so hard my vision goes black. My body clamps down on the silicone intruder, squeezing it as I squirt, soaking the sheets beneath me. I’m shaking violently, my heels drumming against the mattress. The sensory overload is total—the pinch, the fullness, the noise, the voice. Echo finally slows the toy to a gentle pulse, letting me ride out the aftershocks. I lie there, devastated. Wrecked.