by Kelsie Spits
The words are foreign even after they leave my lips. I shift and realize Greg has two fingers inside of me instead of just one. His steady tempo of thrusting them into me is matched by his lips and tongue against my clit.
“That’s not that confident sounding,” Rick corrects me. His eyes are dark with lust, and I know he’s just teasing me, but I want to do right by him.
“Rick, fuck me,” I demand of him. Moving slowly, I parted my legs so that Greg got the hint to back away.
“How could I say no to that?” he teased, walking to me.
Pulling me closer to the edge of the desk, his hands were demanding and rough on me. I loved it, I needed more.
“You’re gorgeous,” Rick said, the words rolled over his tongue like water on my hot skin. I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I couldn’t see much laying down, so I sat up to get a good look at him. His cock was large, thick, I’m not sure how I would have gotten it into my mouth if I tried- but god I would have tried. Rick stepped forward, his fingers strayed between my legs and rubbed against my clit teasingly.
“Beautiful,” he admired.
I blushed and looked away, unsure what to say, what to do.
I needed him.
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 the 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 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.
Rick pulled out slowly, spilling a small trickle of his orgasm in his wake. Greg kissed me once more, a furtive promise, and I was relieved to know that this wasn’t over.
I didn’t need that disappointment.
Greg sat down on the chair behind Rick’s desk, bare to the world besides his shirt, and pat his lap.
I blushed, but understood.
Rick helped me to my feet, and I made my way to Greg.
There was a look in his eyes that said what he thought of me, that he was enjoying himself as much as I was. My heart beat faster, and suddenly I felt shy. He wanted me to ride him, I understood that, but tonight was my first night with anybody.
I wa
sn’t sure I could make him feel good this way.
I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
“I’ll guide you,” Greg said, his voice was smooth and calm.
“Okay,” I agree, admittedly shy.
Climbing onto his lap, I calmed my breathing. Greg kissed my chest warmly, working from my clavicle down to my nipple, swirling it with his hot tongue. That tongue had brought me my first orgasm. Slowly, cautiously, I lowered myself down above his cock and then started to press onto it.
It wasn’t as thick as Ricks, I could feel that, but the length of it started filling me further than Rick’s had before long. I gasped, screwing my eyes shut to concentrate on the sensation.
It felt good.
God why did it feel so good.
“Just do what feels good, I promise it’ll make me feel good too,” Greg murmured in my ear. It was like he could read my mind. He knew my thoughts before even I did. Working my thighs, my arms around his shoulders, I lifted up a little and then lowered back down onto his cock.
I could hardly breathe, concentrating carefully on every moment.
As I lifted and lowered down again, I ground against him a little and it sent stars into my vision.
Moving again, I was able to hit that spot that Rick found. I gasped, and then moaned and rotated my hips to hit it again. Behind me I could hear as Rick sat on the desk to watch.
Did he like what he saw?
Arching my back a little, putting on a show, I was amazed when I was able to hit that spot again with complete ease.
God.
He was perfect.
Rotating my hips, trying to build a rhythm, I was able to start hitting that spot on every drop. My whole body was buzzing with anticipation, pleasure, I wasn’t sure how I went my life without trying this.
I’ve missed out on so much.
Leaning back, I sobbed out a moan as Greg’s fingers found my clit.
Trembling, losing my pace, I was amazed as I felt him starting to rock up into me. He was so selfless, even in having me ride him he was happy to take over. Working me rough, hard, I could tell he was starting to get desperate for his own climax.
“Come for me,” I demanded, using the voice that Rick had us try.
Greg grunted, leaning forward so that his head was against my chest for the last few thrusts, and then came hard within me. How easily he did that, his fingers on my clit, my body full of him, it wasn’t hard for my orgasm to follow his.
When I came it was harder than ever before.
My body gripped him, seizing up and bowling me over with sensation and pleasure.
I felt like I was dying.
Endless and full of stars and pleasure, I lost any memory of how to breathe, how to feel, how to think. It was all white, and an eternity, before finally Greg’s kisses on my damp skin brought me back down to the office.
To the classroom.
I was panting to catch my breath, my arms around his neck as we both came down from it.
“Beautiful,” Greg admired.
We kissed, slowly and sweetly.
A goodbye, because I wasn’t sure when we’d do this again. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle this much again. My body was going to be sore, and marked, the next day and I didn’t mind that.
We parted, I stood slowly and he slipped out of me. Rick got a towel out of his gym bag, and helped wipe me down, kissing me.
It felt right for this to begin and end with kissing rick.
He was the best part of all of this, the one I really wanted.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his deep voice soft and caring.
“Confident,” I smiled, almost laughing.
Feel free to subscribe for more smutty tales...
TEMPTATION TALES
Story 7
Let's get-away...
Eric felt the sharp point of the paper poke his arm and he nearly cried out. That would not have gone well in Dr. Whittle’s history class. It was advanced level and he had no patience for defiance or disruption. He would throw students out or fail them on a test for daring to whisper.
Eric bit his lip and pulled his arm away from the edge of his desk. He turned his head to see Jessica holding a folded note on the edge of his desk under her hand. Her eyes were locked forward and her pen in her left hand scribbled on her notebook. She was right handed and Eric could see she was just forming slow loops on the page, but from the front of the room it probably looked like note taking.
Eric looked back forward. Dr. Whittle’s mouth moved as he slid a pointer around the screen over some painted image of a battle on his Powerpoint. Most of the professors had moved on from Powerpoint or still stuck with plain lecture. Dr. Whittle lectured on about his Powerpoint. His redish beard was touched with grey and his skin had a leathery look from many summer breaks spent at the beach apparently. Eric wondered if the man’s beach trips were as dull as his classes.
He put his hand over Jessica’s. She tickled his palm a little and then pulled her hand away leaving him with the note. Eric slid it so that the body of the person in front of him guarded him from the professor’s view.
Eric glanced at Jessica as he unfolded the note. She wore her blond hair in a ponytail through the back of a university ball cap. Her shirt was from a band they had gone to see in some dive bar together. They had kissed in the back of the dark room and someone had spilt a drink on her interrupting their moment. Eric had bought the black tee shirt and she had changed in the bathroom. He thought about that night as he stared at the curves of her breasts under the shirt. If her size D breasts were in a bra right then, he’d eat her hat. Hell, he’d eat anything she would let him. Not that he thought they were going to do it in the club that night, but he felt like yet again they had been interrupted when things were going somewhere. He had had sex twice in his life, but none this year and not since he started dating Jessica.
Her white skirt rode up as high as it could without showing the color of her panties. At the angle she slumped in her desk, if she uncrossed her legs, he guessed that Dr. Whittle would get to see what Eric was missing.
He tore his eyes away from her slamming body and saw one line on the paper: Don’t you think Whittle is the hottest teacher on campus?”
Eric sighed and wrote a response: Why do you torture me?
He folded it and slid it back. Jessica took it and unfolded. One corner of her mouth turned up. She wrote for a few seconds and passed it back.
Eric read: I want to do you tonight. My roommate’s sister is in town, so we have a full house. Your dorm?”
Eric read it twice to be sure he was seeing what he thought he saw. He sighed again. His roommate’s dad was in town and crashing in their dorm. What a weekend for family visits? He wrote back and passed the note to Jessica figuring this was it.
Jessica passed it again: We’ll just have to get creative. We’re doing this no matter where we have to hide.
Eric smiled, crumpled the note, and nodded. Finally this is happening, he thought.
“Eric, bring that up to the front.”
***
Eric blinked and looked at Jessica. Her eyes were wide. Eric said, “Sir, are you talking to me?”
Dr. Whittle pursed his lips. “That I am. Bring up the note you and Jessica can’t seem to stop passing.”
If this were a high school or middle school class, everyone would be laughing and making fun. In Dr. Whittle’s upperclassmen university history class, everyone stared at their desks waiting for the man’s quiet outrage to pass.
“I don’t have anything, sir.”
“I’m not stupid. I won’t be treated that way. I will not be lied to either. You bring me the note or you and her can step out of my class for good.”
Eric looked at Jessica and she shrugged. She gathered up her things and capped her pen before standing up to leave. It looked to Eric like she had made her decision. He considered stopping her and handing over the note. Even if he read it to the class, it would just pump Eric up
in the other students’ eyes. Whittle might still kick them out anyway. Jessica was the one with a reputation on the line and she was leaving. Eric could cave in and look like a prick for doing it.
He stood and crammed the wadded paper into his pocket. He gathered his things and followed Jessica out into the hall. She was already leaving the class behind.
Eric took a deep breath and ran to catch up. “Listen, I’m sorry about that. We can go to his office and apologize in a couple days. He’ll probably let us back in then, if we choose our words right.”
“Whatever is fine. It was my fault anyway,” Jessica said, “I was too horny to sit in there much longer anyway.”
“What?”
Eric pictured the drink in the bar unspilling itself like time was moving backward and the world was magic. She was still going to let him have her after he got them kicked out of class.
She took his books out of his hands and stacked them together in a corner of the hallway. She pulled him onward. He wasn’t thinking much of their notebooks in that moment.
“Which part do you not understand, Eric? We have waited way too long and I am ready to be good and fucked. You have to be dying to get off by now too. Right?”
“Right. Yes, but where?”
“You mean where am I going to let you stick it?” Jessica winked.
Eric smiled a shook his head. “Where are we going to go to do the sticking?”
“Let’s see if we can find an empty classroom.”
They worked their way around two floors and even with the evening classes and darkness setting in, every room seemed occupied like some kind of terrible, cock-blocking curse. Rooms that didn’t have classes had study groups or small faculty meetings. Didn’t these people have offices? Did they not have lives or families? Excuse me, gentlemen, Eric thought, may we have this room for a good fucking, please? Thank you all so much.
