Page 142 of S is for SEX

“Three,” I heard him shout.

My entire body began to tingle and my mind went strangely blank for some time. With my ears ringing and my head tingling, it was as if I had been transported into some other galaxy altogether. Outer fucking space or somewhere. Although I could still hear him, it seemed he was distant. His shouting continued.

“Four,” he bellowed as the underside of his cock pressed against my throbbing clit.

His war-like cries into the empty room added to the entire sexual experience. As he shouted numbers and filled me with cock, my body began to rush into an orgasm that was certain to kill me.

“Five,” he screamed as his lower torso slammed between my widely spread ass cheeks.

The anticipation of the tenth stroke was killing me. Something about his counting did exactly the opposite of what I expected. Instead of making me nervous, it caused me to focus, making the climax much more satisfying than anything I had ever experienced. The build up to the climax exceeded any orgasm I had previously experienced.

And I began to explode.

As my pussy started to contract heavily, I felt it.

From deep within my soul, it wanted out. To be released. I began to climax heavily, my entire body convulsing and tingling. With my eyes closed and my mind as focused as I could make it, I bit my lower lip and hoped for the best.

“This big fat cock is gonna ruin’ you, girl…” he growled into my ear.

He was right. Incapable of responding, I attempted unsuccessfully to open my eyes. As I began to nod my head, his thickness filed me repeatedly.

“Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” he screamed as he bucked his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock dancing along my g-spot with each inner thrust.

My body shattered into a million sexual pieces all over the kitchen with the last stroke. Although I initially didn’t realize I was doing so, after a few seconds I heard myself screaming. I finally regained control over myself, attempted to bite my lower lip, and the screaming stopped.

At that instant I realized he wasn’t even close to being done.

“My fucking pussy,” he grunted as he thrust himself into me again.

Yes yours.

“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…” he shouted as his cock continued to take ownership of what was already rightfully his.

And his already thick cock began to swell to twice its girth.

My body convulsed into an orgasm completely capable of causing world peace, ending a holy war, or turning water into wine.

And he exploded inside of me.

As I shook and blubbered like a mental patient, I felt as if my mind had turned to jello. I knew very little for certain.

But I knew one thing.

Once a girl gets fucked right, there isn’t any turning back.

She’s ruined.

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