It seems Greg and Alex planned something all their own.

A smile crosses Alex's face, one of absolute excitement. "What we talked about?"

Greg moves away from you, looking at you with a smirk.

"What?" You ask, your voice breathless.

Greg moves in quietly, whispering into your ear. "Do you want both of us to take you at once?" He asked, suddenly nibbling on your earlobe.

Your entire body responds in shudder, your body falling back on the seat. "Oh dear God, yes please." You immediately respond. You can feel such heat coming from your midsection that it's overwhelming, and you push back in the seat, pulling up your dress so that both your entire midsection is laid bare for both Alex and Greg.

Quickly Greg leans in, grabbing you by either side, and gently picking you up, and just as gently kissing and nibbling on your neck, forcing your body to push into him and tease his erect cock, now laid bare. Your eyes shut for a moment, your hands instinctively reaching down and stroking his cock. When they open again, Alex is on the couch, his jeans around his ankles, and that familiar cock is upright, waiting for you.

On instinct, you pull away from Greg, and guide yourself to hover over Alex, lowering yourself slowly onto that familiar erection that made you feel so whole. For a few moments you roughly rock on Alex, before leaning forward, planting kisses up his chest, your ass up in the air.

You're constantly surprised by how easily Greg goes between a daft touch and a punishing stance, and that surprise is permeated by the feeling of Greg very carefully lining himself up with your hole. At first, you want to tell him to move faster, so complete is the need to start riding this familiar rod, but quickly he pushes into you, causing your vision to turn to stars.

For a few moments, Greg doesn't move, allowing you to get used to the feeling of being so readily full. The moment your breathing normalizes and you move to buck, however, he starts to press into you, taking you entirely off guard.

The sounds of your loud, guttural moans are enough to **** a rather over-exposed Alex to start to move as well, sending vibrations throughout your entire body as your thrown around by the feeling of two men using your for their pleasure. At first, it's painful, but the completeness of the act allows you to power through it into the absolute pleasure.

Quickly, you cum, entirely overwhelmed by the entire experience, your screams turning silent in your throat as you move back and forth between either man. Your vision goes white, and you're **** to close your eyes as you try to center yourself. For what feels like an eternity, you're caught in a portal between pain and ecstasy, and you know only one thing; This feels right.

Then, your eyes open and refocus. The movements have slowed from Greg, and you're acutely aware that Greg, who had been doing most of the work, is near his climax. You look down at Alex, and see that he's far from done, having the rougher end of the two boys.

A primal smile crossing your face, you **** yourself up just enough to tease Greg, and begin to ride Alex recklessly, taking care only to assure that Greg stays in you from behind. Soon, your sudden attempt at taking control of the scenario forces a grunt out of Greg, who quickly comes, and pulls out from the effort.

You look down at Alex, and are overcome by the sight of him being close to his climax from your rocking. If you're going to pull out, now is the time...

...but a rogue thought tells you that maybe you shouldn't...

...after all, this would be all over tomorrow if you did.