Chapter 141 - Twink in Heat 2

I was certainly thinking it, but hadn't tried to say it. Regardless, I just went with it. He pushed his fingers in deeper and started fl.i.c.k.i.n.g around. I reached out for his shaft and said I wanted him inside me. His c.o.c.k wasn't completely stiff, but certainly enough to push me open. With that, he climbed on the bed. I heard the tear of a wrapper and egged him on with a 'do it' while he prepared himself. The anticipation was killing me as he lined up with head and pushed it inside of me. He started f.u.c.k.i.n.g me right away and all I cold do was m.o.a.n. He started shallow and then started going deeper. The familiar praises filled the room as he told me how good I felt.

I was relaxed and he had loosened me up with the lube and his fingers, so it was pure p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as he thrust and grew harder. It felt amazing and it was certainly the exact thing I was craving. I was powerless beneath him with my knees held together by my b.r.i.e.f.s and his weigh behind each thrust, which pinned me to the bed. His pelvis was bouncing against my b.u.t.t cheeks each time his solid shaft slid passed my hole, across my prostate, and into my gut. My eyes were closed as I accept him and felt the friction between us. My labored breathing was audible as my mouth hung open. I needed to be used and he was doing a great job of it.

After a couple minutes, he plunged into me and started grinding against me. He was deep and the friction was constant. It was nearly enough to set me off, but he stopped before I did. He dismounted long enough to roll me only my back. I had lifted my legs so he could slide my b.r.i.e.f.s off and once they were free, I laid spread with my knees bent. My c.o.c.k was hard and there was some prec.u.m shared between myself and the sheets. He got in position with his t.h.i.g.hs spread to push against my a.s.s cheeks and my legs on either side of him. He was back inside me within seconds and immediately went deeper then before. He pushed my knees apart, which used his t.h.i.g.hs as fulcrums to lift my a.s.s slightly. He proceeded to pound me more aggressively than before. I was now being called a little s.l.u.t, dirty whore, and that I was his to f.u.c.k. I eagerly agreed to each statement of his verbal domination as I continued to m.o.a.n and felt him in my gut. Perhaps I'm more trusting than I should be in bed, but when a man takes control of me, I get too turned on to say no.

My c.o.c.k was stiff and wet with prec.u.m. He was hitting some of the best spots inside me and it was getting me very close to c.u.m.m.i.n.g. My d.i.c.k hadn't gotten any attention yet, but I didn't mind at all. My hands gripped the sheets on either side of me and I was completely lost in the moment. When I felt his hand wrap around my shaft, I knew I was about to blow. While still thrusting into me, he stroked me quickly no more than ten times before I erupted. My head went back, mouth open, hands now pulling the sheets off the bed, and c.u.m spurting onto my c.h.e.s.t. The rush of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e had caused my hole to tighten around him, but his penetrations remained consistent.

The familiar pain of being stretched open quickly rushed over me, but only enhanced my o.r.g.a.s.m seconds into it. He was still stroking me outside and in. Everything happened in perfect sequence and the result was like two climaxes about five seconds apart. My c.o.c.k was throbbing even after it had run out of c.u.m and my hole was gripping his shaft harder despite the resulting pain. I had stopped breathing as my whole body seemed to lock up. My o.r.g.a.s.m slowly faded and seconds later I began to relax again. My head was spinning and I was in a trance as my new lover relentlessly f.u.c.k.e.d me. He had stopped stroking me and leaned forward to give him a better angle.

I could tell he was close from his heavy m.o.a.ning and how he had lost his rhythm. My little hole was pretty much numb, but I could still feel him inside me. This led to a tingling feeling rushing over my body. As he began to c.u.m, it took him about half a second to pull out and rip the c.o.n.d.o.m off. I looked down just in time to see the first spattering of s.e.m.e.n fly towards my face and fall to my c.h.e.s.t. He jerked his c.o.c.k vigorously as his engorged head released his load onto me. Our s.p.e.r.m was mingling together as our loads united on my smooth skin. We were both completely satisfied and he hovered above me catching his breathe. I was a mess and my stretched hole was going to need a cooldown period. It felt like my insides were slowly shifting back into place. He finally stood up and said he was going to start the shower. I noticed the time and quickly determined that it had only been 73 minutes since he first pulled me into his room. It certainly felt like much longer.

I joined him in the shower. We both had huge smiles as we helped lather each other. We made sure the necessary parts got some extra attention before rinsing off. Once we were dry, he took me back to the bed. He laid me down on the opposite side from our mess and got in the big spoon position. I felt his n.a.k.e.d body against me as we both fell asleep. We both lay motionless until the sun started to rise. I felt his erection poking me in the back as we were both still half asleep. I reached behind my back to feel him and grasped his shaft. As if by shear muscle memory, his h.i.p.s began to move slowly. He was f.u.c.k.i.n.g my hand while he was still mostly asleep. I'm not going to lie, something about it turned me on. I let him do all the work as I felt him growing bigger in my hand. I saw the lube and a string of c.o.n.d.o.ms that were still on the bed and knew what I wanted. With my free hand, I squirted some lube on my hip. I used my fingers to gather it and reached between my legs to spread it on my little boy p.u.s.s.y. I worked it around and slipped a finger tip in to make sure I was ready. I was able to open a c.o.n.d.o.m with my hand and teeth. I moved slowly to pull away a little and move up to the right position. He was waking up, but I figured he was playing along. I used the hand that was getting f.u.c.k.e.d to roll the c.o.n.d.o.m down his thick shaft.

The fireworks really went off when I tucked my knees up and backed into him. I lined him up and forced his tip passed my little c.u.n.t. While pushing back, I put my hand on his hip and tried to pull him forward. He began to push and his c.o.c.k was in my gut again. He slowly spoon f.u.c.k.e.d me for a good fifteen minutes. There was no doubt that he was awake, but neither of us made a sound. The powerful push and pull of his c.o.c.k was enough to drive me crazy with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. I didn't want to be the first to c.u.m because I wanted him to just keep going. The morning f.u.c.k.i.n.g ended with his c.o.c.k erupting inside me. He didn't make a sound as he pulsated against my tight hole. Once he finished, he rolled onto his back. I did the same to be right next to him. My c.o.c.k was hard and it seemed like it was up to me to get myself off. I reached down to his c.o.c.k and removed the c.o.n.d.o.m. Holding it by the tip, I drizzled his juices on and around my erection. I started to stroke myself as my other hand began groping his body. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed myself. I worked up to m.o.a.ning and breathing heavy as if I was putting on a live p.o.r.no show for him. When I came, I gripped his t.h.i.g.h and let out a somewhat girly series of yelps. My load was pretty small and I guessed that I lost most of it the night before. I cleaned up with a towel and we got out of bed.

We talked a little as I got dressed. We exchanged numbers and talked about seeing each other again. He told me that he usually doesn't hook up like that, but sometimes he just gets horny and needs someone. I told him to call me next time and we can skip the club.