My First Sex Party (6)
Final Chapter: dual POV (George & Theresa)
~ George ~
I can’t hold back anymore. Seeing her grind and whimper so desperately is driving me insane.
I roll her onto her stomach, bending her across the couch. Her ass rises perfectly and I’m reminded again and again why I’ve wanted her for so long. My fingers brush against her pussy and in an instant my trousers are off.
I rub my cock across her folds, soaking myself in her wetness. She shudders, pushing back against me while the couple from earlier watch hungrily like they want to join us.
But I don’t give them my attention. My focus is on Tess. Only Tess.
She pushes her hip back like she’s trying to take what I’m not giving her. “George… why are you doing this to me?” Her voice cracks. “Why did you bring me here just to torture me? I… I already feel like shit. My husband… he wouldn’t have wanted this. So if you’re not going to fuck me… just let me go.”
“I’m not letting you go.” I grip her hips, holding her still. She tries to rise but I push her down harder, every ounce of me needing to feel and claim her.
“Then do something!”
“Then tell me what you want,” I demand, my voice rough with need from holding back too long.
Her lips part but nothing comes out. Her body trembles, telling me she’s holding back. She still hasn’t surrendered fully… which is exactly why we’re here: for her to let go and finally feel pleasure.
Then the words finally tear out of her, raw, as if it costs her everything.
“I want you,” she breathes. “I want you to fucking fuck me. To spank me, talk dirty to me, fuck me so hard I forget everything bad that’s ever happened to me. I want you to ruin me, George… take me like your fucking whore!” She sobs.
Her confession steals my breath. The raw honesty is more than I thought I’d ever get from her. And my possessiveness ignites like wildfire. She should’ve been mine. She should have been with me all along, not Josh, not anyone else. And now I’m going to make sure every other man in her history disappears from her memory.
I press my cock against her slit, teasing her without giving her what she’s begging for. She thrusts back but I grip her hips, holding her in place.
“Not yet,” I rasp in her ear, dragging the head of my cock over her pussy and tapping against her clit until she moans a low “mmm… ahh…” before she even realizes.
“You want me inside, you say it again. Louder. Filthier. I want to hear how bad you need to be fucked.”
Her voice cracks and she nearly chokes.
“Please, George—fuck me, ruin me, make me your dirty little slut. I don’t care who hears, I just need you inside me.”
My cock aches at her words and my control slips. I push just the tip in then pull back out, savoring every sound she makes.
“Beg harder.”
“I’ll beg all night,” she cries. “Just… please, George. Fill me. Use me. Don’t stop until I can’t walk.”
That’s the moment I snap. I slam forward in one brutal thrust, going so deep she screams my name.
“Jesus, Tess.” I growl like a predator claiming his prize. I don’t even recognize my own voice.
She clenches around me, panting. Every part of her fits perfectly against me.
Her lips part, letting out a soft, ragged “nnngh… oh—fuck…”
I can’t stop myself. I spank her ass hard, making her cry out and arch into me. I lean close, breathing in the mix of her shampoo and raw sex clinging to her skin. Her salty sweat touches my lips as I kiss her neck, tasting how wrecked she is.
“So this is what you’ve been hiding, Tess… that sweet cunt dripping for me like a bitch in heat. You’d spread yourself open for me anywhere, wouldn’t you?”
Her whimper tears through me. Her hips push back, taking me deeper.. “Yes… fuck—yes, George. I don’t care who sees. I need you. I need you to wreck me. Harder.”
My hands slide up, one cupping her breasts, feeling them bounce under my fingers while the other trails my thumb along the back of her neck, pulling her closer with each thrust.
The club is alive around us—moans, touches, cries. The air smells of sweat, sex, leather, and perfume clinging to my throat and making it impossible to think of anything except burying myself deeper in her.
It should be illegal to feel this much and I’m punishing myself for waiting so long to claim her.
“You’re paradise. So fucking divine.” I growl, scraping my teeth along her cheek. “Face flushed, lips ruined, eyes begging for me.” I drive in so deep her mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Say it,” I snarl, dragging my cock slow then slamming back in. “Say you love being my filthy little whore bent open while strangers watch you take every inch. Say you need everyone to see who fucking owns you.”
Her head tips back. “I… I love it. George—I love being your little whore.”
I haul her up and turn her to face me, pressing my body against hers as I move inside her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hips brushing the couch.
“I want to see your face as I fuck you.”
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in as every thrust drives us closer together. Her lips brush mine with each breath, her eyes rolling back as pleasure consumes her.
“Nnngh… George… don’t stop… please… go faster…”
I obey. Seeing Tess like this, undone and burning for me is everything I’ve always wanted.
I thrust harder, faster. Her moans grow louder, ragged and needy. I spank her and whisper in her ear, voice rough: “That’s it… come on my cock, Tess. Soak me.”
She arches, pressing her body into mine, shoving herself deeper onto me.
~ Theresa ~
His hands slide under me, lifting me like I weigh nothing and the angle makes me cry out, my body tightening helplessly as he pounds into me. His eyes burn into mine so close I can’t escape them even if I wanted to.
“You’re perfect,” he growls, the sound ripping straight through me. “So perfect, so fucking mine. Every gasp, every shiver… it’s all for George’s.”
The words shatter me. Every nerve ignites as my body arches and shudders beneath him, breath breaking into ragged cries. He doesn’t stop—doesn’t let me go—and I lose myself completely, undone in a storm of raw, relentless pleasure.
“Mmmm… ahhh… Georgeeee!”
I scream, broken and wild as my orgasm rips through me.
He shudders inside me, every pulse pounding deep, spilling himself with a guttural growl that rattles my bones.
I feel him pulse inside me, marking me with everything he’s held back for years. It’s brutal and tender all at once and I never want it to end.
When he collapses over me, our hearts hammering in sync, I melt into the cage of his body.
His lips brush against my hair and I hear his voice, low and wrecked.
“I could stay inside you forever, and it still wouldn’t be enough. This is only the beginning… I’m not stopping, Tess.”
His words sink into me, thrilling and comforting at the same time. I press into his chest, breathless, my body still quaking, and I let myself surrender completely.
Around us the room is full of moans, whispers, and bodies reaching their own peaks… it’s a full-blown orgy but none of it matters. Not the sex, not the club, not the strangers watching. All that matters is him, the way he’s finally claimed me.
Because for so long, I’ve been a ghost in my own skin waiting for grief to decide when I was allowed to feel again. And now with George’s body locked around mine, I remember I’m still here. Still a woman. Still capable of wanting and being wanted.
Relief washes through me like sunlight cracking into a dark room and with it comes freedom.
Not from Josh, because he’ll always be part of me. But from the silence that’s held me chained to my grief.
Tonight, I let myself live again. And God, it feels like coming back from the dead.