Free Owning Corey by Maris Black Page B

squeeze on my dick is magnified unbelievably. It feels so good I have to bite back a groan. Then I feel the distinct ridged shape of Corey’s dick through the vaginal wall, and my eyes widen. I’m a doctor, but I have to admit I didn’t see this coming. I glance over Christina’s shoulder at Corey’s perfectly angelic face.
    “Surprise,” he whispers, and raises his eyebrows just enough to let me know that he knows what I’m thinking.
    He moves inside her, against me, and I am instantly lost. His movements are small, and mine are more pronounced. I can’t help it. The feeling of tightness is overwhelming, and I have no idea how Christina is possibly handling this load. She drops her head onto Corey’s chest. I can’t see her face, but she is shuddering, her movements erratic, like she’s experiencing sensory overload.
    I try to focus on her pleasure, reminding myself that’s why we’re here, but it proves to be very difficult. The combination of Corey’s height and her petite frame being crumpled against him puts me and him looking directly and awkwardly at each other. I try in vain to pull her body up between us, but she is limp and shaky, unable to control herself. I don’t think any of us envisioned things going down quite like this. We don’t look anything like porn. In fact, I’m sure if this was a porn, we’d be fired from the set for underacting. Christina is spineless, I’m trying not to make eye contact with Corey, and the cold blue intensity of his eyes is the only indication he’s feeling anything at all. Thank goodness no one suggested filming this fiasco.
    Corey is apparently also aware of the flagging of our scene, and I’m grateful when he takes control. “I’m going to start fucking her, Ben, but not hard. We need to stagger our movements. When I pull out, you go in, okay? This is going to be very intense for her.”
    I nod, feeling grounded again, but when he pulls out and I feel his hard length rub against me, I am undone. I concentrate on executing the move he’s described, and soon we have a piston thing going on. In, out, in, out… Our rhythm steadies and intensifies, and that’s when the magic happens. Christina stirs to action and begins to work with us, adjusting her bottom to give me perfect access. She’s mewling and panting now, holding herself up off of Corey with one hand and dropping the other between her legs to rub her clit. I bury my face in her soft hair, inhaling the sweet honeysuckle scent of her shampoo. Her muscles quiver around me, and Corey’s cock swells even bigger and harder, filling her up and up, and now I’m being gripped and massaged with a rippling ferocity that makes my dick feel like it’s going to explode.
    Christina’s sounds become more desperate, more animal, and I know her climax is here. I’ve been with her enough to sense it coming, and I want Corey to know it, too. If we can pull off a simultaneous three-way orgasm our first time, that would be the most awesome trick ever.
    While Christina shudders and moans her way to orgasm, I move my hand from the back of the sofa and wrap it around the back of Corey’s neck, grabbing on and anchoring myself, squeezing hard to signal him of our impending climaxes. When I touch him, my fingers sliding across his warm skin and into his hair, our gazes lock and he intensifies his movements down below without messing up the driving rhythm we’ve got going. I feel the friction of his cock against mine, the frenzied twists and pulses of Christina’s hot flesh around throbbing around us, encasing us, squeezing us both to climax. I have literally never been this turned on before. Never wanted an orgasm as much as I want this one.
    Just as Christina starts the little rhythmic moan that signifies her climax, I feel Corey’s cock swell up and jerk, and it sends me careening over the edge with them. All three of us tense and buck against each other for a long moment. I can’t possibly pull away now. Our