I Got Fucked

I have not been writ­ing much lately so I signed up to play in the group posts that Kim­berly at The Errant Wife orga­nizes every month for some exter­nal moti­va­tion. This month’s theme was “I Got Fucked.” Enjoy.

“Ohh, it hurts…”

I bet it did. It hurt me too. Like the dickens.

She set­tled down with me embed­ded inside and I felt her round ass cheeks against my crotch. She sighed and straight­ened up, arch­ing her back, giv­ing me a great view of her breasts. I reached up and pulled her down to kiss me by her nip­ples. Harder and faster than she had time to react, of course.

“Ow!”

I smiled, “Oh, I’m sorry; poor nipples…”

“You don’t mean that. You’re not sorry at all.”

Smugly, “Nope.”

That’s a com­mon inter­change between us, by the way.

We were both sore. My right hand was still sticky from hav­ing been inside her, stretch­ing her wider than she had ever thought was pos­si­ble. Her breasts were already show­ing signs of bruis­ing from me bit­ing them and maul­ing them and slap­ping them. They would be brightly bruised the next day. Her ass was radi­at­ing warmth from hav­ing been spanked earlier.

And we had already been fuck­ing for three hours.

Well, three hours minus two smoke breaks, one pee break (hers), and sev­eral trips to drink the foul-​tasting bath­room sink water. I cursed myself for not think­ing of bring­ing any­thing to drink. When I had been work­ing my hand into her, her mouth would sud­denly go dry and she would need a drink of water before con­tin­u­ing. Fist­ing is intense, espe­cially the first time. Espe­cially if you are the one who has to find a place to put that fist. I was so proud of her.

We had been rest­ing on the bed, me on my back and her on her side with her head on my shoul­der. I remem­ber remark­ing that it’s great sex when the girl winds up as sweaty as you do. I don’t remem­ber what her response was but she scoffed at the thought of not par­tic­i­pat­ing, as she put it. Then she groaned, “God, I want you again,” and ground her pussy against my thigh.

I told her to suck my dick and she gin­gerly moved into posi­tion. She moved between my legs while graz­ing her per­fect breasts against the inside of my thighs the way she knows I like. She has this way of cradling my balls in her cleav­age while suck­ing me that makes it feel like I’m com­pletely sur­rounded by soft­ness and it’s heavenly.

I just lay there, half passed out, let­ting her do all the work. Once she had me erect for the umpteenth time that night she moved up and sat down on me and I entered her for the umpteenth time that night. I hissed and she gasped, both of us in pain. I was chafed and her insides were swollen from hav­ing been stretched by my hand ear­lier. Still, nei­ther of us had had enough.

She tilted her pelvis a bit and I winced as I shifted deep inside her. This is going to be a rough ride, I thought.

I remem­ber an idle thought that I was so sore that tak­ing her ass later was out of the ques­tion. Not even in the morn­ing. Too bad; I really like her ass. It’s just that I like to enter her roughly, to make her scream from being pen­e­trated and that was just not going to hap­pen as ten­der as my dick was.

Still, there is noth­ing like warm, wel­com­ing, wet pussy. And I had a warm, wel­com­ing, wet, sore, bat­tered, and abused one all around my poor dick at the moment. Ah well, she had screamed enough for me already. At least for now.

She started rock­ing her pelvis, cre­at­ing move­ment with­out much slid­ing in and out. So far so good. I counted my bless­ings and was grate­ful for lit­tle favors.

Slowly we began build­ing up endor­phins and the pain receded lit­tle by lit­tle to be replaced by a single-​minded deter­mi­na­tion to stuff me as deep into her as we could. If a shoe­horn had been within reach, we would have prob­a­bly used it too.

She put her lit­tle hands on my chest and shoul­ders for pur­chase. At first she had been wor­ried that I would dis­ap­prove when she did that because it could be con­strued as her attempt­ing to hold me down. I had to explain to her that it didn’t feel like that to me; that her using me as sup­port just made her feel dain­tier and even more fem­i­nine to me. After all, com­pared to her I am built like a con­struc­tion machine; there is no way she could pin me down no mat­ter how hard she tried.

She was push­ing her­self down on me harder and harder, faster and faster. I couldn’t even make out if the intense sen­sa­tions that were radi­at­ing from my cock were those of pain or plea­sure. Really, I couldn’t. All I knew was that I was rapidly approach­ing sen­sory over­load from what­ever it was. I wasn’t near­ing orgasm as much as near­ing a com­plete and utter short-​circuit.

In hind­sight I think it was pain but I wasn’t going to stop the mani­a­cal female stab­bing her­self with me, grind­ing her­self on me, tak­ing me in over and over, rougher and rougher. I was pinch­ing her nip­ples as hard as I could and she didn’t even notice it any­more. Those poor nip­ples. I had been suck­ing them and bit­ing them raw in the begin­ning of the night; they were going to be scabbed over in the next few days.

Her eyes were closed shut and she half-​whimpered/​whisper-​chanted to her­self, “Ow ow ow ow ow…” in uni­son with her hips’ move­ment. This lovely, beau­ti­ful masochis­tic girl was using me to hurt her­self. Does it get much bet­ter than that?

I pulled her close for a kiss and her eyes opened and she attempted a smile but her face was all slack and she cried, “I love it. I love it. I love it.” Then she urgently begged, “Choke me,” eyes flashing.

She was close but she needed me to push her over the ledge.

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I released her nip­ples and reached up with my hands and took a strangle-​hold around her slen­der neck, thumbs over­lap­ping over her throat. She closed her eyes and smiled that lit­tle smile she does when­ever I grasp her throat.

Then I squeezed.

Her mouth opened as in a silent cry and her arms fell life­less down her sides and her pelvis started rock­ing even faster and harder than before. She was actu­ally using my grip around her throat as the anchor point for her move­ment. I could hear the slight sound of a labored exha­la­tion so I squeezed harder, secur­ing my grip around her throat.

And then I hung on for dear life.

Because after that I got seri­ously fucked.