Page 90 of Ruining Vanessa

I end up with my legs spread out over Giulio’s thighs, his legs bent at the knee to keep me open. Damien gets between my legs, running his own hands over my pussy for a few seconds.

He isn’t stoic now, but I almost wish he were. The open wonder in his eyes feels worse.

Giulio kisses the side of my jaw again. “Well, Damien? You gonna take your turn, or are Slayer and I gonna get blue balls waiting for you? Poor Vanessa’s already desperate too.”

I want to protest that I’m not desperate, but the way Damien expertly runs his fingers up and down my slit makes me want more, and I let out a soft moan.

Slayer is playing with my breasts again, though it’s hard for him to do much with all three of them lavishing affection on me. “You gonna drink it?” he asks. “When she gets milk?”

Damien groans loudly again. “Yes. Not too much. It’s for the baby. But…” He pulls his hand away and brings his fingers to Giulio’s lips.

Giulio sucks on them eagerly, licking my fluids away.

That shouldn’t be hot, either, but my breath hitches watching Giulio run his tongue over Damien’s fingers.

Slayer considers for a moment, squeezing one of my nipples. “It’ll be fun seeing milk spill out over my fingers when I touch her like this,” he comments in a low tone that leaves me feeling oddly breathless. It’s… strange. Strange in a good way? I don’t know.

I tilt my hips up, trying to signal to Damien that I’m ready without embarrassing myself by asking, by begging. But I want to feel him inside of me, filling me completely. He’s safest, since he can’t make me pregnant…

But I realize all over again that it’s too late, and I really have no idea what to think about that. Sex, then. I’ll think about sex. I turn my head, and it’s Slayer’s turn to take my lips in a rough, demanding kiss.

With Slayer distracting me, I don’t pay attention to Damien, until suddenly I feel his cock rubbing against my cunt. It’s so hot and hard, and my body shudders in anticipation.

Giulio’s fingers curl into my side, pressing down a little harder than necessary. “Go on,” he says. “Do it, Damien. I want to feel her slide against me when you thrust.”

I shudder. I want to feel it, too. I want to feel Giulio’s cock against my back, I want to know Slayer’s hard for me, I want to feel Damien slide into me until he’s completely buried inside of me. I want him to thrust and get my g-spot in a way that he’s the best at, and I want… I want to come, and to forget all the rest.

Don’t I deserve that much?

Damien lines up, his gaze fixed on me, and slides in. He uses Giulio’s knees to steady himself, and somehow pushes both mine and Giulio’s legs wider in the process.

I really am completely open for Damien.

He’s so large, and that first penetration burns a little, but soon I get even wetter and all that’s left is that feeling of absolute, intense fullness. I accidentally clench, and that draws out a moan from both me and Damien.

I’m unable to keep from squirming, and I fumble until my hand finds Giulio’s, where it’s still resting on my stomach. It startles me, briefly bringing me back to reality, before I dismiss it again and let myself be lost in the pleasure Damien’s cock is bringing me. All three of them are touching me, kissing me, so quiet but for our moans and deep breathing.

For the first time, I really feel… special.

“How’s it feel?” Giulio asks, and I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Damien. “Our child, growing inside you. You’ve made Damien the happiest man on earth right now. Slayer’s ecstatic too, yeah?”

My cheeks are flushed, and I only blush harder at Giulio’s words. I don’t even know why. They’re not even particularly erotic, or even humiliating, but they strike a chord inside of me. “It feels good,” I whisper. This whole experience feels divine, and I can’t even think of any other words to describe it.

“I am, yeah,” Slayer says. He sounds a little puzzled. He shrugs, though, as if going along with it, and keeps playing with my breasts. Each little pinch and tug makes me writhe, my body clutching Damien’s cock even harder.

I’m so close to coming that I can barely stand it. “Please,” I plead, not even knowing who I’m begging to. I just need more.

Damien pulls out almost completely, then slides in again at an excruciatingly slow pace. Teasing me, making me feel the emptiness and fullness in equal measure, so that I’m left keening for something that is just out of reach.

“How many times do you think we can make her come?” Giulio’s finger dips into my belly button. “One orgasm for each of us? Or should we keep her on the edge until we’re all finished?”

“No!” I whimper. “Please don’t make me wait!” I’m so close. I just need a little more. If Damien will just keep it up for a little longer… I wrap my arms around him, trying to pull him closer so I can kiss him, so I can try to tempt him to keep going until I find my release.

Giulio huffs a small laugh against my shoulder, but Damien bends down further to meet my lips, and that has his cock sliding deeper inside of me. His next few thrusts are shallow thanks to the awkward angle, but they’re faster, and I can feel the pleasure rising inside me.

I’m so close.

“Damien,” I whisper against his lips, clutching him close. “I’m… Please, I’m almost there.”

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