“Oh god.” I pushed back and forced more of his tip inside. “Yes!”
He just held still, not pulling out, but not pushing in either.
“Give me your cock.” I pushed back again and his whole fat head popped inside me. I held still, getting used to the girth.
Still, he didn’t move.
I had relaxed as much as I could around him, feeling no pain, only pressure. “Please!”
That was what he was waiting for. As soon as that pleading word had finished crossing my lips he finally started to push forward. Agonizingly slowly, he pushed forward, feeding his thick rod into me bit by bit, dragging each and every contour across the threshold as he penetrated my depths.
It was a good thing I was supported by the pillows because the overwhelming feeling as he stretched and slowly penetrated me was making me weak, and I continued to soak the bed beneath me.
After a few moments with John buried in my ass, pumping slowly, I finally came back to my senses and really started getting into it. The feeling of fullness inside, not just the stretching of my entrance, was new but so amazing, and his cock pressing into and sliding over my prostate was even better than his skilled fingers.
I lifted off the pillow a little and onto my knees, finally in a position where I could actively join in. I started to move in sync with John’s thrusts, rocking in the opposite direction as he pumped in and out. Every time he plunged back in a rocked back until he bottomed out, over and over his hips slapped against my ass. Over and over his cock plowed into my prostate. Over and over, I moaned and oozed, an amazing feeling building from deep inside me.
It was loud in the room, our bodies slapping together harder and faster, John’s grunting and groaning, and my louder and louder moans filling the room. I had never been as vocal before that night but, to be fair, I had never felt anything like it before. There’s just something about getting penetrated, different from being on the other end. I lost some control, and it was liberating.
The slapping of our bodies coming together had grown louder and were coming faster. Slap. “Yes!”…Slap. “Fuck!”…Slap. “That’s it!”
Slap, Slap, Slap. “God yes!”
Slap, Slap. “Fuck me!” Slap. “Fuck me!”
John’s cock thrusted deep into me over and over and a thick string of precum ran from my throbbing cock to the bed underneath me. It had been flowing non-stop since he first stretched me open and slipped inside.
I was throbbing as we rocked back and forth, our movements frantic yet still in sync. The feeling that was building from within was threatening to boil over. I could feel the overwhelming pleasure radiating from my prostate into my balls and through my cock and making its way up my core. The friction as his shaft slid in and out, every probe of my prostate, was pushing me over the edge, pushing me somewhere I’d never been before.
report It seemed like he was ready to go on forever. He plunged in and pulled out over and over with no signs of slowing. It was during one of his longest thrusts, where he had pulled his cock fully clear of my then gaping hole and plunged it deep against my prostate, when the dam inside me finally broke.
Neither of us had touched my cock or even my balls in what felt like ages, but a climax began deep inside me, an orgasm bigger than I had experienced. It seemed to grow as it made its way out and cum started to flow from my cock even though it was constrained to only a portion of its full size.
“I’m cumming! Oh god! Fuck me!”
I didn’t need to be hard to cum. I didn’t even need it to be stimulated to cum. I held still as John’s cock continued ravaging my hole, and cum was released. I was still throbbing, and the base of my cock was still flexing, but the cum was not shooting like I was used to. Instead, it was pouring out in thick streams.
He was silent, but I was making enough noise for both of us. “Yes! Keep going!”
Over and over I came, until the flow of the huge amounts of thick cream slowed. The white flood finally slowed to a stop, but the sensations from within continued strong. I had cum but I was still overcome with pleasure. There was no refractory period, no downtime, just pleasure as John pistoned in and out.
“You feel so big. So good.”
He pushed deep in me and held tight against my ass. “Sooo good. Your ass is so tight.”
He was holding onto my hips and starting moving us both again, and still showed no signs of stopping.
I was lost in the moment. “I want your cum. Fill me with your seed.”
I wanted so bad for him to fill me up, but he wasn’t showing any signs of finishing. The loads that I had already swallowed seemed to have depleted him a little and, with the orgasms he had already had, his staying power was impressive. I know if it were me with my cock buried in someone’s tight ass for the first time, I could be on my 5th time of the night, and I’d still be done in no time.
John kept pumping. Slow, gentle, and deep. When he slowly bottomed out inside me, I clamped down on him, doing my best to help him finish. It wasn’t that I wanted him to stop. I just so badly wanted him to fill me with his warm seed.
He responded to the new pressure with a moan, and held his hips firm against me. “Mmmm.”
He continued to pump, patiently pulling back then plunging in deep, and I continued to squeeze and massage him with my sphincter as best I could. Only part of the squeezing was voluntary. My body reacted by tensing up in pleasure every time his meaty tip massaged my prostate.
When he bottomed out inside me, I couldn’t help but moan, “Uhhh”.
After a short time of John slowly massaging my insides, he started to pick up the pace until he was rhythmically slapping against my ass as he prodded my prostate over and over.
I had started to ooze again. “Yesss.” It was so good, “Fuck me.”
He was in the position of control, but he did just as I asked, not that he needed any direction. He kept grunting as he slammed into me more forcefully, and I responded without thinking. “Ooh, uh, uh, yes.”
I was lost in the moment, overcome with the pleasure that was building deep within. It was spreading, up into my stomach and slowly toward my balls. My cock was swinging in rhythm with John’s hips, pushed into motion every time he slapped against me.
I twitched hard and oozed onto the bed every time he hit my prostate. I thought I was already at the height of my pleasure, but then he changed his motions once again. When he pulled back, he didn’t stop until he came fully free of my ass.
My sphincter remained open, pulsing as if trying to grab at him. I felt empty, aching for him to push back in, but I enjoyed the feeling of my sphincter flexing against nothing. He didn’t wait long before he pushed forward and plunged all the way back in. “Oh!”
He pulled back out quickly, leaving me gaping again, before repeating the cycle. I oozed more heavily on each end, once as he hit my prostate and again every time his cock popped past my pulsing sphincter.
I called out every time he plunged in and every time he pulled out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”