He stopped, but he didn’t pull back this time. I felt my own refusal, my whole body a bright red, flashing neon “No!”
“Play with yourself.” His hands gripped my hips, cock pressed tight against my asshole. He wasn’t giving up an inch now.
I reached between my legs, my fingers parting my lips. In spite of my fear, my pussy was swollen, wet, my fingers sliding easily among the delicate folds.
“God, you have such a beautiful cunt.” His voice was full of lust and I knew he was watching me finger myself. I circled my clit with my index finger, large circles growing smaller, zeroing in at a slow, steady pace. A familiar tingling began between my legs and I lost myself in the sensation, working my fingers faster now, my breath hot against the sheet.
John pushed in a little further and I gasped and moaned. “Ohhhh no, honey! Wait, wait, please!” I begged him.
“Don’t stop touching yourself.” He pushed in a little harder.
I writhed beneath him. “Ohhh baby, honey, God, I can’t take it! I can’t take that much, please!” His cock felt three times its normal size. I felt my body rejecting him, wanting to expel him, find a way out of this. “Ohh John, oh my God, please!”
“It’s okay.” He was panting, as if what he was doing required a great deal of effort. I didn’t know if it was the holding back or the pushing in. “Keep rubbing your clit.”
I did, my fingers a sweet distraction from the hot throbbing steel rod pressing into my behind. “Oh please, please, please, please, please.” I was begging him, and I didn’t even know what for. Some sort of release?
“Just a little more,” he whispered and I felt a slight pop as my ass opened to accept the entire head of his cock.
“Ahhhh God!” I was shaking, my face flushed. “No more, I can’t!”
“That was the hardest part.” His hands stroked my ass, my hips.
My body began to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me open in places it wasn’t used to being distended. “Go slow. Please. Slow.”
“Okay.” His voice was a whisper, and he pulled on my hips, giving himself some leverage. |