Story 6-chapter 4

Stepping closer, he rubbed his cock over my clit, circling it languidly. I gasped, trembling at the sensation. I needed more than this, but god it felt good. Then slowly, decisively, he ran his cock down to my entrance and pressed against it.

My breath hitched, and I gripped either sides of the small desk I was on to make sure I could stay sitting up to watch this.

"Good girl," Rick murmured as he pressed into me.
I don't think given a thousand years I could describe how good it felt.

My body stretched and worked to accommodate him, letting in his large size and squeezing tightly around his girth. He filled me slowly, languidly, as though he was trying to build suspense. I could feel my body getting fuller and fuller with him, taking every inch he had to offer even though it was leaps and bounds more than I'd ever had before.

Rick bottomed out inside of me, and then pulled back a little, before pressing in again.

I moaned, deep and throaty, and my legs fell eagerly apart. I needed this, wanted this, it wasn't something I ever thought I'd feel that way about but now that I was here I felt desperately starved for him.
Pulling back further, Rick pressed into me harder this time and I let out of sob of pleasure.

"Yes, yes," I hissed out, embarrassed but loving it.
His hands grew tighter on my my hips, and his pace began to build. It was exhilarating, I could feel the desk beneath me creaking with every thrust.

"Greg, use her mouth," Rick commanded. I let my head fall to the side and my mouth split open. I had no qualms in thanking Greg for the first orgasm I ever had. "Ashley, use your hands too," he added. I was surprised, not sure why he'd want my hands when my mouth would definitely feel better.

Waiting for him, I watched as he unzipped his pants and revealed himself.
Greg's cock was legendary.

For all the girth that Rick had, Greg was as impressive in length.

It looked like he could ruin me with it, and I found myself wanting him to. I told myself that if I relaxed enough I wouldn't have to gag.

I didn't want to gag.
As Greg stepped towards me, I greedily took him into my hands and started licking the head of his cock like candy. I had gone straight to sucking on Brian's cock without any teasing, I wanted to take my time with Greg. He deserved that much.

His length was almost too much, and although I could hardly stand how good Rick was making me feel, I couldn't be distracted from Greg. As he slipped past my lips, further into my mouth, I worked my tongue like he was candy.

He was salty, dripping precum already, and I wondered if he got this worked up just from going down on me.


The thought gave me a heady feeling, and I relaxed my jaw as I started bobbing my head back and forth on his cock.

Greg's fingers ran along my jaw, sliding over my cheek before tangling loosely in my hair.
It was different from what Brian had done, it was intimate.

Sweet.

Upping my rhythm, I let a hum of content slip from my throat.

Greg moaned, his fingers tightening just a little, and it egged me on. Humming again, trying my best to make it reverberate, trying to make sure it gets to the root of his cock, I wanted to make him feel good. Another moan poured from his lips, like thick sweet honey.
It was all the praise I needed to keep this up.

Rick's grip was getting harder on my hips, fingertips pressing in for precious purchase. Distantly I hoped that this meant he'd leave bruises. Somewhere in the back of my primal mind I wanted him to mark me like that.

I wanted something to remind me of this.

I didn't want to forget.

Not that I could forget even if I tried.

Rick changed our positions, pulling back from me. He lifted my hips so that my calves were sitting on his shoulders. At this angle he was able to swing harder and faster into me, using me like a rag doll. I sobbed around Greg's cock, crying out in pleasure and surprise as Rick hit places deeper in me than before.

He kissed my knee, his facial scruff scrubbed against my sensitive skin and left me littered with goosebumps. Never once did he change his pace or falter, he was steady and consistent.

It felt incredible.

I hoped to god that Rick felt as good as I did.
I wanted him to have every bit of pleasure that I did.
I needed it.

Arching my back, changing the angle, made him strike something deep inside of me that we hadn't hit before.
It filled my vision with galaxies of constellations, left me spinning and waitless in the mere seconds of contact. The sounds that escaped my Greg-filled mouth weren't human.

"Oh," I heard Rick murmur, a smile in his voice.

Rocking back, he hit it again.

Oh my god.

Oh my god I couldn't breathe, it felt so good. Greg pulled out of my mouth, realizing I'd stopped sucking on him, and watched as Rick started to hit that spot on at least every third thrust. Tears were in my eyes from how good it felt, I knew that I was flushed with color from the pleasure, but I wasn't embarrassed.
I couldn't be embarrassed.

It was too incredible.

He was working my body as though he knew it better than I knew it myself.

Greg pet my hair softly, leaning down he kissed me through it as another orgasm rocked me to my core. His lips were firm, taking, needing, and all I could do was melt against the two men. I could taste myself on Greg's lips, and I know he could take himself on mine, but neither of us cared.

It was carnal, animalistic. My second orgasm was strong, an echo of the first one, but even as it ended I knew there was another to steal.
I wanted more.

I wasn't done yet.

Rick thrust into me through my orgasm, never stopping until the exact moment his orgasm hit him. Holding my hips for dear life,he made one last hard thrust and buried himself deeply within me.

I moaned and sobbed, disappointed that he was through, but thankful for how good he'd made me feel.
I needed everything that he had to offer.

And more.