The angle of my cock inside of Mor changes, and I think I’m in the right position to hit a certain spot she likes. I’m just a little distracted by everything that’s going on. Why is this making me so nervous? It’s not really nervous, now, is it? It’s more like really self concious. That must be a first.
One of his hands slides between my crack, and he lets it slide up and down some as he uses his other hand to grab my ass cheek. He softly teases me with the top of his finger, and it makes my breath hitch.
When I get out of my fucking head and just focus on sensation, it’s all good. It’s just a bunch of feelings, very good feelings. So I decide to put the big brain out of order and start thinking with the little brain instead. Well, you know, ‘little’ using those air quote marks of course.
I start rolling my hips, hitting that certain spot inside of Mor and Gil slides a finger inside of my ass, waking up nerves I never even knew were asleep.
Mor’s whole body tenses as she freefalls into an orgasm that seems to be on a mission to squeeze my own cock off.
“Fuck, you look so good when you come, babe. It makes holding back and not going to town on you so hard.” I’m barely hanging in there, and if she keeps convulsing around me like that for much longer this is going to be over before it even starts. I tense, holding my breath.
“Keep breathing,” Gil says as he strokes me from my knee to my back with his free hand. I start breathing again, but stop thrusting into Mor when Gil adds a second finger, stretching me. It’s less uncomfortable than I would’ve thought and actually feels really good. Jesus, everything feels fucking good.
I let Gil glide his fingers in and out of me, and there’s a slight burn that quickly turns into fucking freaking friction. I’m out of breath, and I’m not even doing anything.
Carefully I thrust into Mor, just to see how it works with Gil inside of me with his fingers. He adds a third finger without warning, and it slides in without any added discomfort. Every time I thrust into Mor, I bear myself back on Gil on the upward motion.
Where does the feeling start, and where does it end, man? Chasing the feeling of bliss I’m in, I start moving a little faster. When Gil starts making circles with his fingers, my motions get frantic and moans leave my mouth.
I don’t know how long we’ve been doing this, because it feels both like a fucking eternity and two seconds at the same time. Mor looks fucking gorgeous beneath me. She’s so pretty when she’s this relaxed and giving us her everything.
The weight on the bed shifts behind me, and my heart starts pounding incredibly hard. Somewhere in the back of my mind nerves register, because I know this is it. But at the same time I just want to know, And I swear to god that if Gil asks me if I’m sure one more time, I’m going to hit him. I somewhat expect the question, but it doesn’t come. At least he knows me that well.
“Hold tight,” he growls, “and keep breathing.”
I find that I’m indeed holding my breath. Sucking in a big gulp of air, I feel him positioning himself behind me. He spreads my cheeks, and then I feel the tip of his dick against my hole.
I deliberately breathe out, forcing myself to relax. I saw Mor do it, why the hell should I be scared about it? Gil knows what he’s doing. And as he ever so slowly starts gliding into me, I feel a burning sensation.
I close my eyes, not sure if I really like this feeling or not. But just when I’m about to say this isn’t it for me, it starts to feel better. The burning subsides and the friction makes me ignite. Add the stretching of Gil’s dick slowly sliding into me, and I’m a goner.
He bottoms out, and when I stay relaxed, he slowly starts with shallow thrusts. Even while I’m holding perfectly still, Gil’s movements make me thrust into Mor as well. I’m too busy feeling everything there is to feel, to worry if two guys on top of her aren't too heavy.
She doesn’t seem to mind. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes have a heated look. Her bed hair is quickly turning into sex hair, and I don’t think she’s ever looked prettier.
“You okay there, Morgs?” Gil grunts. Good to hear he’s having fun himself.
“Fuck yeah.”
Fuck yeah seems like the appropriate answer.
“You okay with this turning rough in about a minute?” he asks her. Good fucking lord, please be okay with this turning rough, because I need this. Never knew I’d need it, but I do, I really do.
“God…” is all she says, and I think that means yes, but that could just be me really hoping she’s okay with it. I start moving my own hips again, because I just can’t hold still anymore. I thrust into Mor before bearing down on Gil, who’s simultaneously pushing into me.
I wonder if there’s a possibility of having too many sensations, and I grunt, because it’s that good and it’s the only intelligible thing I can manage to get out. I no longer care about the fact that I’m with a man. This is about more than which tools you’re carrying, or even sexual orrientation.
It just is, and it’s fucking epic.
I close my eyes as I fully surrender to this experience. And I like this better than I like food, and I really fucking love food, you know?
“Hold tight,” Gil says as his body shifts over mine, making him land more on top of me, hitting me at another angle. When he thrusts back inside of me and hits a certain spot, I feel a warmth through my whole body.
What the hell? When he hits it again, I hear myself make sounds I didn’t even know I could produce. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel my whole body tingling.
“Fuuuuuuuck…” I exhale. My hips start moving in earnest again. I don’t know what’s better, feeling Mor squeeze around my cock or feeling whatever the fuck it is that Gil’s doing. “What the hell is that?”
Mor arches her back, enjoying this just as much as I do.