Squeeze Me Up Novels & Stories

I arch my back off the mattress, my toes curling into the sheets. Echo’s voice shifts, becoming a rhythmic chant, syncing with my movements. "That’s it. Take it. Harder. Grind for me, Mia. Harder." The pressure builds behind my eyes, a tightening coil in my lower belly. My breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps. "Yes... yes... scream for me." The climax hits me like a freight train. I scream, my hips thrashing against the mattress as waves of pleasure crash through me. My vision goes white. My insides clench, milking my fingers, pulsing, throbbing, wringing every last drop of serotonin from my exhausted brain.

"Cum again. One more time. Squeeze us both till we explode." The added touch shattered me and my pussy clamped down hard on Victor, walls spasming wildly. A hot rush squirted out around his cock, soaking his thighs and the bed. My muffled scream vibrated down Jamal's shaft. Body shook violently, legs trembling, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. Victor groaned deep. "Fuck, here it comes. Gonna flood this pussy one last time."

One jock worked her clit roughly, pinching and rolling it between oil-slick thumbs, the pressure building a dull ache that made her hips buck involuntarily. "Edge her good," Coach commanded, producing the clit pump—a clear plastic dome with a hose. He pressed it over her swollen nub, the suction seal popping into place with a lewd suck. Mia moaned, the pull intense, drawing blood to her clit until it ballooned visibly inside the device, fat and hypersensitive. "Fuck, it's huge," she gasped, voice muffled against the locker, the vibration of her words humming through her chest.

I swell my cock up to its maximum thickness to create more friction inside her sloshy cavern. "Ohmygod!" She screams. "I'm cumming again!" Susan cries, spreading her legs farther apart and bracing herself against my undaunted assault on her fiery pussy. I struggle to keep up the onslaught as she tightly grips my cock with her convulsing pussy muscles. I keep holding off my own release despite the throbbing in my cock and the tightening of my balls.

Climbing over my prone body, he rose like a bull over me. "No! Get off of me, please, please... You can't do this!" I screamed in desperation and beat on his chest, trying with all my strength to drive him away. At some point, I must have hurt him because, with a snarling growl, he grabbed my throat and squeezed hard, cutting off my breath.

I’m coming undone again. He thrusts harder and harder, faster while he squeezes my ass into putty and keeps one hand in my neck holding our gaze in place . Then he lets out a guttural moan of release and doesn’t let up. He keeps going driving into me faster now. Rubbing at my nub again and my tits are bouncing as if I was juggling them. He squeezes one nipple and I start to moan out again. He feels so good inside me. I begin to clamp down on him again.

He’s so much stronger than I am. I growled when he squeezed tighter. He carried me down the hall.. and even though I was completely embarrassed I couldn’t help the anger that seeped out of me. I elbowed him hard in the stomach and he dropped me. When I thought it was over.. I was surely wrong. He leaned down and grabbed me by my throat and squeezed it tightly. “You want to be treated like a slave? I think it’s time I break you in. I’ve been too lenient.” He growled. “Fuck.. you..” I choked out. He squeezed harder and my sight began to turn black.

“Grab those tits for me. Squeeze them while I fuck you.” My hands flew up without thinking, palms cupping my breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. I squeezed hard, rolling my nipples between my fingers the way he had in the shower, and the extra jolt made my pussy clamp down around him. “Like this?” I panted, squeezing tighter. “Harder,” he ordered, hips snapping faster, driving into me so deep the counter creaked under us. “Show me how much you like getting fucked by a stranger.” I squeezed until my knuckles went white, moaning loud every time he bottomed out.

Squelch-splurt. “I’m gonna fill you up, Isa,” he gritted out, his pace became erratic, brutal. “I’m gonna pump my come so deep inside you, you’ll taste it for a week. You’ll feel it leaking out of you when you walk tomorrow, and every fucking drop will remind you of me.”

My walls squeezed him so tight it dragged a guttural growl from his chest as it milked him desperately, soaking him with my release. "Oh fuck", My throaty cries filled the room, high and broken, as he held me through it, owning me, possessing me, dragging every last release from my trembling body until I could barely breathe. "That's it, don't hold back. I can feel you squeezing me, milking me tight. Give me everything," he growled, his thrusts slamming harder, deeper, each brutal drive of his cock tearing the breath from my lungs.