What Greg Wants, Greg Gets

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What Greg Wants, Greg Gets

My boyfriend and I were sitting on the bed, watching his favorite TV show. I have short red hair, with bright green eyes. I'm not a model or anything, and I don't have huge tits, but I'm nicely proportioned. I'm certainly not ugly. Greg and I had been together for about a year now, and though at first it was nice, he had started becoming a jerk. Along with being stubborn, arrogant, a horndog and a dick, he thought I was his to do what he wanted with. Greg is a good looking guy. His thick dark brown hair sticks up a bit, and his muscular body is extremely hot. Since we'd been fighting, we hadn't been having sex lately, and I knew it was getting to him. He suddenly just turned to me and started kissing. Mashing himself against me, he growled with lust, and started squeezing my breasts. “Greg! Stop it!” His face was hard, and contorted in a lustful shape. “Come on Rachel. Give it to me.” His breathing was shallow, and I caught a glimpse of his stretching pants. “No!” I tried to push him off, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled them down to his crotch, rubbing against his throbbing cock. It was warm and I could feel it responding to my touch. His shirt came off, and he pulled my shirt and bra off as well. His hands roamed over my chest, squeezing and pinching at my nipples. It felt good, but I tried not to show it. “Greg! Stop! Please!” He just growled in response. He pulled off my pants as I twisted and tried to get away from him. Greg pulled my panties off quickly, and shuddered wildly. He pulled his pants off, and I saw he wasn't wearing boxers. “Greg! No! Please! No!” His huge member was at least nine inches, thick and veiny. Lying on my back, I looked up at him. His thick, long fingers explored my cunt, and Greg slid a finger all the in, making me tense. He put two fingers in, and I couldn't say anything, it felt so good. Greg's finger moved back and forth along my pussy slit, making me wet. Three fingers, I moaned breathily. “Greg!” He flipped me over to my stomach, holding my hips as he rubbed his huge cock against my pussy. “Ohhh. Greg! Please! Stop.” But my heart wasn't in it, and he could tell. He mumbled something indistinct, then plunged into my pussy, the head of his cock sliding in hard. “Oh! Oh! Aaaaah!” I moaned, and he shoved even harder, panting like a wild animal. “Greg! Please!” I felt my pussy squeezing and pressing, welcoming the pleasurable thrusts. I gasped, and I let out a moan, the feeling of my stuffed pussy stimulating me. “D-Don't stop!” We groaned and I moaned quietly, feeling so aroused I didn't think I could handle it. I felt like an explosion was building up in me. I started to tremble, feeling the oncomings of an orgasm. Greg chuckled and began to go harder, faster, and I began to moan in sharp little bursts. Greg moved his hands to my ass, kneading and squeezing. I cried out and shuddered, the orgasm like a wave of pleasure overwhelming me. Greg pulled out of my pussy slowly, and I let out a disappointed moan. “How'd you like that?” Greg spoke breathily. He grabbed my hips and began to rub himself against me. His thick fingers kneaded my skin as he rubbed against me. Thinking he was going back into my pussy, I lay still as his huge, hard cock rubbed around my wet cunt. Suddenly, I felt pressure at my anus and was startled. “Greg!” Greg shoved into my ass, making me gasp at my first anal sex. He moved and I moaned. He thrusted harder and harder, making me cry out from the waves of pleasure. He pushed in and out, the initial pain being replaced by unmeasurable pleasure. “Aaagh! Oh! Oh! Aaagh!” Greg's breath was sharp and fast behind me, and I could tell he was close to coming. The tide of pleasure rose up again, and I clenched my pussy as I rode the orgasm. Suddenly, Greg grunted and ejaculated into me, his hot, hot cum filling me. It spilled out of my stuffed ass, dripping down my legs. All I could do was moan with the after-effects of the orgasm as Greg leaned down to me, his warm breath in my ear. “That's not the last of it." He whispered to me. Greg pulled out of my dripping ass, turning me over. He laid on top of me, kissing me and groping at my breasts. Every time he touched them, a spark of electricity seemed to shock me. “Greg.” I moaned, still overcome by my last orgasm. His cock was getting harder and harder, rubbing against my pussy. I pushed him over onto his back, impaling myself on his boner. I bounced up and down, feeling his long member in me. Greg groaned and I moved faster, feeling the burn of lust in me. Greg's moans were higher pitched and his hips bucked up into me. My pussy juices were flowing out down my legs. Greg put his hands on my hips, and he began to move me himself, faster and harder. I felt like I was on fire, my pussy burning with lust. Greg let out a strangled cry and came in me, shooting his cum up into me hot pussy. I moaned loudly, and orgasmed. I collapsed on Greg's chest, his cock still shooting cum, and my cunt dripping wet. I moaned again. "Greg." He grinned up at me, a smug look in his eyes. "Gotcha."

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