He got upright and put his hands on her back then held her hips, beginning to move, slowly pumping into her with short strokes. Almost every thrust forced from her a grunt, a groan, or a breathless gasp. The pressure was intense, as if he was pressing all the way up her bowels into her breast.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried as she felt herself being genuinely fucked. He was shoving furiously in her, with rapid and uneven shoves and thrusts, loosening her up. He was moving more forcibly, but staying deep. He seemed to lose control of himself. He was frigging her quickly, and he was whispering and gibbering. “Oh, you’re killing me. Oh, you’re fucking killing me.”
Then he lay motionless on her back, breathing heavily, and had a kind of fuck-break. Her distended ass was throbbing and stinging from his lodged dick.
“Try it this way,” he said, trembling. He slowly pulled out, and she nearly collapsed. He took her in his arms and lay on his side, taking up a position from which he could enter her from behind. He held her elbow and put it round behind his head. “Put your arm around me,” he said. “Kiss me, fucking kiss me.”
He gripped her upper thigh and lifted her leg so he could get his cock into her ass again. It went in with very little difficulty, and he shoved his prick all the way up. Her naked quivering body was closely pressed to his and he stayed motionless, revelling in the warmth of her interior. After a few circlings over her belly, his hand slid quietly over her breast. He squeezed it gently, tonguing and kissing her. His hand slid down and touched the fold of flesh between her thighs. He lifted her leg again. It wasn’t as painful now, but occasionally there was a sting, and she gave a small moan.
“Does that hurt a little bit?” he said, slowly thrusting in and out of her ass. She stayed passive in his arms, not seeing a thing. The hand of his arm pinned beneath her was gripping and squeezing her palpitating breasts. His other hand kept her leg up. He was pushing his dick in and out of her ass so deep. She shut her eyes tight, as he thrust harder, holding her leg up, hitting her with repeated thrusts and making their flesh slap together with the violence of them. “I’m going to come in your ass,” he said, panting. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” He stayed deep giving sharp spasmodic shoves, and she felt the spurts of his come shoot into her bowels. She went unconscious with the intensity.
When she became conscious again, she found herself still lying with him and clasped in his arms, his prick still lodged in her ass. For some seconds they both lay silent and motionless, except for an occasional tremor. He was utterly absorbed in the pleasure of having come in her, and she didn’t dare move.
Clasping her closely to him he whispered, “You were a good girl that time, baby, a good girl.”
He pulled out and she lay on her belly, letting him inspect her tortured ass. He spread her ass cheeks, and ran his finger over the sore part. She could feel that she was gaping, convulsing. Then he lay on her, settling down. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She whispered back, “A little at first, but not so much afterwards.”
“Did you like it?”
She suddenly couldn’t pretend any more. She shook her head, and covering her face in her hands she burst into tears. He lifted her limp, sobbing body into his arms, making her straddled his lap.
“It’s okay—it’ll be better next time. You just gotta get accustomed to it,” he said. Her arms were hanging at her sides, and her face lay in the crook of his neck. One of his hands stroked her naked bottom and hip. “Have you ever fantasized about being with two guys? Sucking your boyfriend while his friend fucks you from behind?”
She opened her eyes and stared at the wall behind him. Her slightly parted lips were pressed against his sweaty shoulder. She could still feel him stroking her back. She was afraid of where he was going with this. “Nicole?” he said.
“I only like being with one man,” she said. She tried to hop off him, but his arms restrained her.
“You were moaning a bit when I was inside you. I might get you addicted to ass fucking yet.” He pulled her face to his and kissed her.
“Jump off,” he said, helping her off his lap. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat with his legs over the side. “Okay, come over here.”
He held her wrist and guided her over. She was limp and nerveless, as he got her to sit on his lap facing away from him. She felt his hand behind her, between her back and his belly, frigging himself, trying to get hard again.
“Kiss me,” he gasped, frantic with the sensations he was giving himself.
“No! No! James!” she moaned agonizedly, twisting herself in her distress. “Oh!… don’t James! don’t!”
Lifting her a little, he placed his prick under her, and sitting her down forced it up. He clasped her around the waist, and sat still for a moment. She covered her face with her hands, horribly aware he was still lodged in her ass. She tried to stand, but he brought his right arm to the assistance of his left and held her forcibly down, preventing her from rising and slipping off him.
“Let me go! let me go!” she begged.
He kept her against him with his left arm around her waist, then with his right hand, he began to stroke and press her hips and bottom. “What’s the matter, Nicole?” he asked soothingly, as she struggled to rid herself of his prick. He reached his hand around between her thighs, rubbing her pussy slowly. “Move that ass.”
“No!”
“Yes. Come on. Try.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Just do it for a bit.” His breath was soft and shivery.
“I don’t want to,” she said glancing at him fearfully through her tears.
“Go on,” he told her impatiently. “Move yourself up and down.”
“I can’t,” she whined, becoming distraught.
“Just a bit. Move yourself a bit, up and down.” He clasped her hips to help her, and she jogged herself, slightly. He placed his hands under her bottom, and helped her to rise up and down, “That’s it, baby,” slowly pumping into her with short strokes. “You like that? I want to make you sweat. I want you to fucking come with me.”
“It hurts, it HURTS!” she said, gripping his hands to pry his fingers away from her waist. He started frigging her vigorously, trying to create a diversion by doing it harder than ever. He was whispering all manner of filth in her ear.
“It won’t be long now, baby. I’m going to come in you,” he said. A series of rapid agitated jogs, a half strangled, “Oh!… Oh!… ” from his open mouth, and he burst into her, gripping her tightly, bruising her. He pressed his wet mouth over her cheek, and into her neck, sighing deeply, making satisfied moans.
They were still for a few moments, breathing heavily.
“Hop up—hop up!” he complained. He lifted her off, unplugging himself painfully. He put her on the bed on her belly. He spread her ass cheeks, and ran his finger over the pulsating, gaping hole.
“Let me see that come in your ass,” he said, sucking in his breath through his teeth, as if he was the one hurt. He bent down and gave her a quick lick. “I love this tight little asshole. You’re fucking sweet.”
He collapsed next to her. He was so still, she thought he might forget to chain her up and just fall asleep. But he dragged himself over and fastened her wrist again. Then he snuggled with her. She was motionless, held away from him. She felt as if she’d been ripped at the seams. She was so torn and sore, she couldn’t go to the bathroom for a couple of days except to pee. He noticed and gave her some Advil. It didn’t stop him from fucking her.