Page 17 of His First Time
I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. Everything in me had been reduced to my ass and his cock. The feeling of his cock in my ass. My own cock quivering on the verge of exploding. My ass fluttered around his cock as I tested how he felt inside me. I squeezed as much as I could, stuffed this full.
He groaned and bit my shoulder. His hips moved in slow circles, his cock grinding inside of me. Deep presses and pulls, microns of movement that kept me filled, that kept his cock pulsing against my prostate. I panted at every tiny thrust, gasping into the pillow, heavy grunts that were fucked out of me. Tyler stayed draped over me, and our hips slowly lowered together to the mattress until he was fully stretched on top of me, grinding his entire body against mine. His arms wrapped around me, encased my chest and shoulders. One of his hands tangled in my hair, and he twisted my head to the side until he could kiss me. It was sloppy, tongue and teeth, and I gasped his name as we kissed. His hips pulled back, and his cock followed, dragging out of my wet and stretched hole.
I screamed into his kiss.
He slammed back into me, and I screamed again. White hot pleasure raked over me, down my spine, up my legs, into and through my cock and ass. He did it again.
I screamed once more. Not in pain, though. “Fuck! You’re so fucking big!”
“You got this,” he breathed.
“You’re so big,” I repeated. I was seeing stars. I was drooling into the pillow. With every drive, he fucked a grunt, another small scream, out of me. “You’re too big. You’re going to kill me. I can’t do this.”
“You can,” he purred.
I groaned. Arched my back. And pushed back on him on the next trust. “Fuck,” I breathed.
“Like this?” He changed the angle slightly. Ground into me and then pulled back. Plunged his cock in again, all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck yes! Like that!” He did it again. “Just like that,” I panted. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”
His strokes sped up, and then deepened, long, deep dicking in and out of my hole. His thick cock would pull all the way back, my hole stretching around him, my rim clinging to him. Slick slurping filled the hotel room, the wet sound of my ass getting fucked.
On each stroke, I humped back, bucking into his cock. My eyes rolled back as my jaw dropped. I was moaning, but it was just a ceaseless, never-ending groan of ecstasy, the delirium of dicking.
God, it felt amazing. Better than anything I’d ever felt. My ass was electric, tingling in every direction. I feltcomplete. Stuffed so full. How could I have known how empty I was before this? How could I have known the only thing I was missing was a thick cock up my ass? I panted, gasped. My breath hitched as I kept moaning. My whole body was hypersensitive, every nerve flayed open and rubbed raw. Like masturbating too long, stroking my dick past when it feels good. I wanted to run away, and I wanted to fling myself backward, impale myself on his cock. My hole begged for more, and I was helpless to my craving.
He kept me vibrating, stringing along, a constant pleasure thrumming through me. I was on the verge of orgasm, and then he’d shift, change position. Angle his dick slightly, and I could breathe again. The thrum rebuilt, and I whimpered, clenched my teeth, started to scream… and he’d slow down. Deep-dicked me as he nibbled on my shoulder.
Tears poured down my face. I begged him, a babble ofpleaseandTylerandfuck me.
Desperate, I reached between my legs and grasped my cock. I screamed when I touched myself, and I was a half-second away from blowing my load.
Tyler wrenched my arm away, twisting my wrist behind my back. He grabbed my other arm and did the same, leaving me face down on the bed, ass impaled by his cock, my hands held behind my back. “Iwill make you cum,” Tyler growled. “Your cum is mine.”
I couldn’t take it, not after that. I tried to warn him, some babble of nonsense and panicked screams, rapid bucks of my ass, my furious attempts to ride his cock as deep as I could. He seemed to get it, and he grabbed both my wrists in one hand, the back of my neck in the other, and he slammed into me, pushing as deep as he could get, so deep I thought he fucked his balls inside my ass. His entire weight landed on me, and my face buried in the pillow, in the mattress. I shrieked, wailing as my orgasm tore through me, tore me apart, and my cock blew my load onto my belly and the hotel bed.
I came for what felt like hours. Again, the world swam, sounds roaring and fading, darkness closing around the up-close-and-personal view I had of the pillow and white cotton sheets. My ass fluttered, clenching, unclenching, squeezing, spasming. It didn’t know what to do.
Tyler stayed inside me, slow, deep rolls through my assgasm.
“So hot,” he whispered, kissing behind my ear. “Your first anal orgasm.”
I nodded. Sniffed. Something in me had changed. Something permanent. And not just the size of my ass. Getting stuffed with his cock had to leave some mark.
But no, something deeper had been tapped. Something had been switched on. As if all of my sexual cravings had shifted, and suddenly, it wasn’t my cock I was thinking of. I wanted my ass filled. I wanted my ass filledall the time. I wanted Tyler to fill my ass, tonight, tomorrow, and the next day.
I never, ever wanted to stop.
I squeezed my ass around his cock, trying to hold him in. He growled and bit my neck. “C’mere,” he said, shifting and pulling out. I almost fainted when he did. Emptiness seemed to fill me, flow into me. I felt hollow to my core.
“No,” I whined. “Fuck me more. You haven’t cum yet.”
“I’ll fuck you all night long.” Tyler lay beside me, and his dick rose from his thick pubes, glistening with lube. Fuck, how had I taken that monster inside me?
How could I ever live without it?
“Climb on top.”
