Chapter 6: Continues
Chloe's breathing was ragged as Rory thrust deeply rhythmically into her, Whispering in her ear how hot she was. In the corner of the mirror, she could see Robbie. He was still in the chair, his jeans now around his ankles, his fist flying over his own cock. His eyes were huge, his breath coming in short, desperate huffs.
Then, with a surge of strength that shocked them both, Chloe pushed back against him. It was just enough to break his rhythm. She twisted, shoving at his chest. Rory, suprised by the strength in her petite from, let himself be pushed. He fell back onto the mattress and before he could react, Chloe was on him. She swung a leg over his hips, pinned his wrists beside his head, and descended on his mouth in a fierce, kiss.
She broke the kiss, panting, staring down at him with a newfound fierceness. “I want to ride you,” she stated. “I want to fuck you.” She positioned herself, reaching down to guide him. She sank onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, her head falling back as her body stretched to accommodate his girth once more. A long, guttural moan escaped her. Then she began to move, rising and falling, setting a steady, rolling rhythm that was all her own.
“Fuck yes,” Rory breathed, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. He thumbed her hard nipples. “God, your tits are gorgeous.”
She rode him harder, her thighs slapping against his. She was in control, chasing her own pleasure, using his body for it. Rory watched her, enthralled, his compliments filthy and constant. “That’s it, take what you want. Use my cock. You look so sexy, I thought when i first saw you there was a proper little fuck-doll under that shy exterior.”
His hands slid from her tits, down her sweaty sides, and gripped the round, round curves of her arse, guiding her pace, lifting his hips to meet her downward strokes, their bodies finding sync.
Then, as she rose up, he moved one hand around. His index finger, slick with their combined sweat and her own juices, found the tight, wrinkled pucker of her anus again. He didn’t ask. He just pushed.
Chloe gasped, her rhythm stuttering for a second as the finger slid in past the first knuckle, then deeper, alongside the shaft of his cock that filled her from the front. The dual sensation was overwhelming.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her eyes flying open, seeking Robbie’s. He was staring, transfixed, at the place where Rory’s finger worked into her.
Rory fingered her arse in time with her thrusts, in and out. Chloe’s moans became shouts again. She locked eyes with her boyfriend, her expression defiant, ecstatic.
“Are you watching, Robbie?” she taunted, her voice hoarse. “You like seeing him finger my bum while I fuck him?” She pressed down and paused. “You like my bum, don’t you” she said to Rory quietly.
His finger still working inside her he asked quietly “Have you ever been fucked in it?”
She went still atop him, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, his finger in her arse. Her eyes, wide and suddenly uncertain, flicked towards Robbie in the corner.
Robbie had frozen, his hand still on himself, his expression unreadable.
“Once,” Chloe admitted, her voice a quiet murmur against the pounding of her own heart. “Before Robbie. A one-night thing with some bloke from a pub.” She swallowed hard, looking back down at Rory.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"It was a bit painful at first, but yeah, it felt naughty, dirty...."
A slow, smile spread across Rory’s face. He removed his finger, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness. “I want to,” he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Chloe’s breath hitched. She bit her lip, a war of desire and fear flashing in her eyes. “Okay,” she whispered. “But… you’re big. You have to go slow.”
“We’ll be careful.” Rory’s gaze shifted past her shoulder, locking onto Robbie. “Robbie. Her toiletry bag. Bring me her hair conditioner.”
Robbie blinked, as if waking from a trance. “What?”
“The conditioner,” Rory repeated, his voice hardening into a command. “Now. We need lube.”
A visible tremor ran through Robbie. He awkwardly pulled his jeans up over his hips, his movements clumsy, and shuffled towards the bathroom. He returned moments later, a small bottle of pearlescent conditioner clutched in his hand. He offered it to Rory without meeting his eyes.
Rory took the bottle. He popped the cap open with his thumb. The sharp, fruity scent of apples and coconut cut through the room’s musk. He squeezed a thick, white glob onto his fingers.
“Turn over,” he instructed Chloe, his voice softer now but no less firm. “On your hands and knees. Face Robbie.”
She obeyed, moving with a nervous, liquid grace. She positioned herself on the bed, her back arched, her head down. Her vulnerable position was a stark, lewd display directly in front of Robbie’s chair. Rory moved behind her.
He smoothed the cool conditioner over his cock, coating himself thoroughly. Then, with slick, practised fingers, he spread more around her tight, clenching rosebud. She flinched at the first touch, a sharp intake of breath hissing through her teeth.
“Easy,” Rory soothed, working the lube in gently with slow, circular presses. “Just relax. Breathe out.”
He pushed one finger inside, then a second, stretching her slowly. Chloe moaned, a mixture of discomfort and shocked pleasure. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the duvet. Robbie watched, his face pale, his own forgotten arousal now completely limp.
“Tell us,” Rory said, his voice a low rumble as he scissored his fingers. “Tell him what that other guy did.”
“It was one of my old teachers from school. I'd left, was back from Uni for Christmas. He saw me, said he's always fancied me… he just pushed it in,” Chloe gasped, her words broken by his movements. “In the back of his car. It was dark. I was drunk. He didn’t… he didn’t do this first.”
“He didn’t prepare you,” Rory said softly. He put a third finger in and she gave an intake of breath.
Robbie was looking at her in shock. "It was Mr Turner, our maths teacher," she said.
Rory laughed, "You were at school together?" She nodded. "And your maths teacher took you girlfriend's anal virginity?
He withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and quivering. He positioned the broad, slick head of his cock against her. “Now I'm going to have her.”
He applied pressure. A slow, inexorable push against the tight, resisting ring of muscle. Chloe cried out, a sharp, pained sound that made Robbie jolt in his seat.
Chloe was panting, her forehead pressed into the mattress. “It’s… it’s burning,” she whimpered.
“Breathe, Chloe. Let it in.” Rory kept up the steady, relentless pressure. “Are you OK?”
"Don't stop!" She panted
With a final, groan from both of them, the head popped past the ring of muscle. He was inside. He stopped, letting her adjust, feeling her inner muscles flutter and spasm around the invading intrusion, revelling in the sensation of the tight sphincter grabbing the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” Chloe sobbed, the word trembling with strain. “Oh fuck, Rory.”
“That’s it,” he murmured, his own voice strained with the effort of control. He placed a calming hand on the small of her sweat-slicked back. “Just breathe. Are you getting used to it?”
"Aaah.... Yes."
He waited, his own breath hot and ragged. He watched her back rise and fall, saw the tension slowly begin to leak from her shoulders. When he felt her clench less tightly around him, he pushed forward another inch.
A guttural, animal sound was torn from Chloe’s throat. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. Robbie was statue-still, his mouth agape, watching his girlfriend be penetrated in a way he had never dared.
“More?” Rory asked, his voice thick.
“Y-yes,” she gasped, the word barely audible. “Just… slowly.”
He obeyed, feeding another inch of his thick length into the incredible, scorching tightness of her arse, the tight entrance hole squeezing down the shaft as he pushed in was intoxicating, different to a pussy. It was an act of possession. The conditioner mixed with their sweat, making a soft, slick noise with each tiny movement.
“It feels incredible,” Rory groaned, his own control fraying. "Your arsehole is so tight around my hard cock.” He pulled back a fraction, then pushed in again, a little deeper this time.
A rhythm was being born, slow and deep . Rory worked himself deeper with each patient thrust, the tight, clenching heat of her ass a vice around his cock. Chloe’s pained whimpers softened, transformed by degrees into low, guttural moans that vibrated through her spine and into his hands where he gripped her hips.
Her body was accepting him, the initial searing stretch giving way to a full, piercing pressure that burned straight through her center.
“That’s it,” Rory grunted, his own breath coming in harsh bursts. “Your arse is fucking incredible.”
He slid his hands from her hips, up the sweat-slick channel of her spine, coming to rest on her shoulders. With a firm, guiding pressure, he pushed her down. “On your side,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Turn. Face him.”
Chloe, moving as if in a dream, lowered herself from her hands and knees. She rolled onto her left side, her body curling slightly, facing the chair where Robbie sat frozen. Rory moved with her, his cock never leaving the tight grip of her ass, the angle shifting subtly as he settled behind her, spooning her body.
Rory reached down behind her upper thigh and lifted her leg high in the air opening her legs wide. The new position offered Robbie a devastating, unobstructed view. From his chair, he could see everything: the stark join of their bodies, Rory’s thick shaft glistening and buried in the tight, pink pucker of his girlfriend’s anus. He could see the flex of Rory’s thighs as he began to move again, the way Chloe’s face, panting with each inward stroke and biting her lip.
“Look at him, Chloe,” Rory whispered into her ear, his arm hooking under her top knee and pulling it forward, opening her wider. “Let him see your face while I fuck your arse.”
His hips drew back and pushed forward, re-establishing a rhythm that was smoother now, deeper. The slick, wet sound of his cock plunging into her clenching hole filled the room. Chloe’s eyes, glassy and dark, locked onto Robbie’s. A tear escaped, tracing a clean line through the sweat on her cheek.
Her fingers found her swollen clit and pushed further inside. “God I'm so wet, so turned on...”
Her fingers slipped through the slick, soaked folds of her pussy a sharp gasp tore from her lips as she touched herself, the direct stimulation on her over-sensitized nerve endings.
“Oh god,” she choked out, her fingers beginning to circle frantically. The dual sensations were overwhelming, a brutal feedback loop—the deep, filling stretch in her ass, the frantic, electric friction on her clit. Her hips began to rock, meeting Rory’s thrusts, chasing the crescendo building in her core.
“Tell him what it feels like,” Rory growled, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with each drive. “Tell your boyfriend.”
“I’m… I’m gonna come,” she panted, her voice breaking. Her fingers worked faster, a blur of motion. “His cock’s in my ass… it’s so deep… and I’m so fucking wet… Robbie… I’m gonna come!”
Her body tightened, a bowstring pulled to its snapping point. A series of sharp, involuntary cries burst from her, each one punctuating Rory’s relentless, pounding thrusts. Her back arched, her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and her pussy clenched around nothing, spasming as her orgasm tore through her.
Across the room, Robbie watched his girlfriend disintegrate. He saw the pure, unadulterated ecstasy contort her features. His own hand had been moving on his cock, slow and stunned, but the sight of her climax pushed him over an edge.
A choked, strangled sound escaped him. His body jerked forward in the chair, his hand becoming a frantic piston. His own release was sudden, harsh, and utterly humiliating. Thick, white ropes of come shot from him, splattering across his hand and thighs.
Rory watched Robbie’s pathetic, shuddering finish over Chloe’s shoulder, and a dark, gratified laugh rumbled in his chest and as Chloe, still shuddering through the last waves saw him, a jolt of something—power—shot through her, tightening her body around Rory’s invading cock. He groaned, feeling her internal muscles spasm. “Fuck, that’s it. Squeeze me.”
His thrusts became harder, more erratic under the Chloe's vice-like grip on his penis. The slick, filthy sound of his pistoning hips filled the silence. He was close. He could feel the molten pressure building at the base of his spine.
He leaned over her, his mouth against her ear, his voice a ragged, hot whisper. “I’m going to come. Your boyfriend came on his hand, I want to come on you.”
Her eyes, still locked on Robbie’s broken form, flashed with a new, eager darkness. “Yes,” she hissed, the word sharp and clear. “My tits, face. Do it.”
That was all he needed.
With a final, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt, he pulled out. The sudden emptiness made Chloe gasp. Rory scrambled back, his cock springing free, glistening and utterly hard. “On your back.”
She rolled onto her back, legs splayed, her chest heaving. She cupped her own breasts, squeezing them together, offering them up. Her head tilted back against the rumpled duvet, and she stuck her tongue out, a lewd, pink invitation.
Rory knelt over her, his fist flying over his slick shaft. His knuckles were white. His stomach muscles clenched.
The first burst was a thick, hot stripe up her chin to her lips and tongue. Chloe moaned, her eyes closing. The second splattering across the swell of her left breast, painting her nipple white. Rory adjusted his aim, his breathing a harsh gasp. The next pulse hit her throat.
He leant forward, closer, the head of his cock now directly over her face. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
Her eyelids fluttered open. She stared up at him, at his furious, concentrated expression, at the pulsing head of his cock. The next, strongest jet hit her cheekbone, warm and viscous. Another streaked across her parted lips. She didn’t flinch. She tasted salt and bitterness.
Rory groaned, his body shuddering, as the final spurts landed in her hairline and across her forehead. He milked himself dry, a last dribble falling onto her chin.
Then it was done.
A sharp, electronic buzz sliced through the heavy silence. It came again, insistent. Rory’s phone, discarded on the floor beside his trousers, lit up.
“Ignore it?” Chloe murmured, her voice thick.
"Oh dear, that sounds dangerous!" He laughed
“What is it?” Chloe asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
“She’s leaving Pacha. Says Marco and Fabrizio are making sure she gets home safe. I better go."
Chloe sat up, the dried semen cracking on her skin. “You’re leaving?”
“I better.” He pulled his shirt on, not bothering to button it fully. He walked over to the bed, looking down at her and kissing her cum covered lip. “I’ll text you tomorrow. Tell you where we’re heading. You should come.”