Chapter 916: Virgin Ass Through Curtain Gap

I pressed my palm flat against the shower curtain—

AI Lens

already active, rendering the thick fabric transparent in my vision like smoked glass.

Steam curled thick inside, water drumming steadily on tile, but the sound couldn’t drown out their voices or the wet slap of skin on skin.

Gabriela stood under the spray, dark hair plastered to her shoulders, heavy tits swaying as she turned.

Her asshole—still gaping slightly from last night’s brutal pounding—was swollen, dark pink, and puffy, the rim glistening with water and the faint sheen of leftover lube and cum. Samantha stood frozen beside her, towel clutched to her chest, eyes wide, cheeks flaming.

I leaned closer to the curtain and spoke low into the mic Gabriela wore—voice calm, possessive, dripping with hunger.

"Okay... then I really want to taste that fresh asshole of yours. Be quick, wife. I can’t wait much longer..."

Gabriela’s breath hitched. She grabbed both of Samantha’s wrists—hard—pulling the younger woman closer until their wet bodies almost touched.

"Samantha, please... help me..." Gabriela’s voice cracked, half plea, half command. She released one wrist, spun around, and dropped to her hands and knees on the shower floor—ass high, back arched, thighs spread wide.

Water cascaded down her spine, over the deep cleft of her ass, pooling around her swollen, ruined hole.

The rim twitched visibly—puffy, dark, still slightly open from my cock stretching it hours ago, glistening with water and the faint creamy trace of my earlier load.

"You see? My asshole’s already ruined... I can’t take another beating from that monster cock tonight. Please... help me take it instead. I’ll pay you extra, twenty thousand. Just... let him use your virgin ass instead."

Samantha’s towel slipped. Her small, firm tits bounced free—nipples already hard from the steam and fear-lust. Her eyes locked on Gabriela’s presented hole—swollen, gaping slightly, winking with every clench—and her breath came in short, panicked bursts.

I slipped into Samantha’s mind with telepathy—her thoughts crashing over me like a filthy wave.

[OMG... what is this bitch up to...? That cock... my asshole would never be the same... once that monster takes my anal virginity... I might not be able to walk for days... but why do I feel... I really love Gabriela’s husband... I can’t live without him...]

Her inner voice trembled.

[What should I do...? I don’t wanna leave him... ever... but will he be angry if he finds out it was me all this time...? Would he blame me...?]

I chuckled silently against the curtain. Her favorability had maxed out—she was already rewriting her entire future around my cock.

Her thoughts surged again, raw and desperate.

[I will give my virgin asshole to him... even if he abandons me after... even if he never looks at me again... I want to remember him forever... feel him splitting me open, ruining me... owning me...]

Silly girl. Abandon her? Never. My women only belong to me. Forever.

Inside the shower, Gabriela reached back with both hands—spreading her ass cheeks wider, exposing the ruined rosebud fully.

Water ran in rivulets over the swollen rim, dripping off in long strings. Her pussy hung below—puffy lips parted, clit engorged, a thin trail of arousal mixing with shower water and trickling down her thigh.

"Please, Samantha..." Gabriela begged, voice shaking.

"Just let him fuck your tight little virgin ass tonight. I’ll guide him in... hold your cheeks open... whisper how good it feels when he stretches you... I’ll lick your clit while he pounds you... Twenty thousand, cash, tomorrow morning. Please..."

Samantha’s knees buckled slightly. Her hand drifted between her own thighs—fingers brushing her clit through wet panties—then froze. Her thoughts screamed louder in my head.

[Fuck... her asshole looks so used... so stretched... I want that... I want him to ruin me the same way... I want his cock to be the only thing my ass ever remembers...]

She stepped forward—shaky—dropped to her knees behind Gabriela. Her trembling hands replaced Gabriela’s—spreading those plump cheeks wider, thumbs pulling the swollen rim apart until the dark inner ring winked at her.

"It’s... it’s so big already..." Samantha whispered, voice cracking. "How did it even fit...?"

Gabriela moaned low—half relief, half pain—as Samantha’s thumbs circled the puffy hole.

"He fucked it for hours last night... came inside three times... it’s still loose... still full of his cum..." Gabriela’s voice dropped to a filthy whisper.

Samantha’s breath hitched. Her fingers trembled against Gabriela’s rim—then one slipped inside, knuckle-deep, testing the hot, slick heat.

Gabriela hissed—back arching. "Yes... like that... feel how he stretched me... imagine that thick cockhead pushing past your virgin ring... splitting you... filling you until you can’t breathe..."

Samantha’s other hand slid between her own legs—rubbing furious circles over her clit through soaked panties. Her thoughts were a broken chant now.

[I’m gonna do it... I’m gonna let him take my ass... let him ruin me... I need him inside me... need him to claim me... even if he hates me after... even if he never speaks to me again... I’ll take his cock in my virgin hole and cum screaming his name...]

I pressed my cock against the shower curtain—hard enough to tent the thick fabric visibly from the other side. The head throbbed against the warm, damp material, pre-cum already soaking through in a dark spot, the outline of my thick shaft obscene and unmistakable if anyone looked closely.

Inside, Samantha took a deep, shaky breath—her small tits heaving, nipples stiff from steam and terror-lust.

"But how...?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Won’t he find out it’s me...?"

Gabriela smiled—slow, wicked, predatory. She rose from her knees in one fluid motion, water streaming down her heavy tits and over her still-gaping asshole. She stepped close to Samantha, cupping the younger woman’s face with wet hands.

"He won’t," she purred, thumb brushing Samantha’s lower lip. "Leave everything to me, dear. Just... don’t scream. Otherwise, he might hear your voice... recognize it... and find out it’s actually you getting your tight little virgin ass ruined tonight."

Samantha’s eyes widened—panic and arousal warring across her flushed face. Before she could protest, Gabriela moved—fast, firm—grabbing Samantha’s wrists and guiding her down. Samantha dropped to her hands and knees on the wet tile, her ass instinctively lifting high as Gabriela positioned her.

"Like this," Gabriela whispered, voice low and filthy. "Ass out... cheeks spread... but the rest of you stays hidden. He’ll only see what I want him to see."

She reached up and parted the curtain—just a narrow vertical slit, barely six inches wide at waist height.