When his cock is deep inside of me, his long inches pushing back against my inner walls, Austin takes one hand to my stomach and slides it over to my right breast. Squeezing it softly, he leans in and whispers into my ear. "See? Not that hard, right?" And then he slides his cock out and then in again. He starts to thrust, first at a slow pace, but it grows in a hurry, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks seem to drown every other sound, and that's everything that my brain can process... aside from how it feels to be completely filled by a massive cock, that is.
Placing his free arm over my back, he forces me to go down and, placing my forearms across the edge of his couch, that's exactly what I do. My back is arched and my legs are a straight line as I bend by the waist; it's in that position that Austin places both his hands on my waist, hooking his fingers on my hips, and starts to pound me with such intensity that I'm afraid I might pass out. And no, I'm not exaggerating; what I'm feeling is so … so amazing, so intense, that it's pushing me to the edges of what I thought was humanly possible. To feel this much pleasure should be a sin.
"Fuck," I hear him curse, the sound of his coming at me as if he's miles away. "You're so fucking tight," he says, and I can't help but smile at that. Even though I worked as a porn star, I still managed to remain as tight as a sweet innocent woman giving her first steps into the world of sex. Still, I wonder, for someone with a cock like his, every woman on Earth must feel tight.
"It's so … fucking … good … " I cry out as he keeps on ramming me with his cock, his thick shaft completely destroying. After he's done with me, I doubt anyone will call my pussy tight ever again. "So fucking good!" I repeat, my brain not bothering to filter out the words coming out of my mouth.
"It is," he says, allowing one of his hands to fall between my thighs; he reaches for my clit with two fingers and, the moment he starts to rub me there, I come undone. This time I open my mouth and both my lungs and throat are back to working; I let out one violent scream that's shrill enough to shatter glass. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice, and the electric spasms of pleasure take over my muscles once more.
"Oh, God … " I moan, a lock of hair already plastered to my forehead. Only when I open my eyes and take a deep breath, do I realize that I'm covered in sweat. My muscles are hurting, and both my lungs and heart feel as if I've stretched them to the limit. And, Christ, all I did was stand in place as Austin fucked me. "Fuck … What was this?"
"This, babe," he says, running one finger down my spine, "is what a real man does." Modesty isn't really his strongest virtue, but how could it be? When you're a ripped god with a twelve-inch cock, modesty must seem like the most foreign of words.
He slides his cock out of me and I stand up the moment it pops out of me. I turn on my heels, facing him, and then grab his hand; grinning at him, I guide him around the couch and then place both my hands on his chest and push him down. He smiles at me and lets himself go, sitting down; I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, placing both my knees by the side of his thighs.
"Maybe it's time you see what a real woman does, then," I tell him, grabbing his cock and angling it toward my pussy. I lift my hips and, guiding his cock until his cock is once again touching my folds, I ease myself down. I bite down hard on my lip as I feel his long inches lodging themselves inside of me again, but I don't stop until all twelve of them are in me.
He places both his hands on my ass, but he doesn't urge me to move. No, he wants me to take the lead … He wants to see what I'm capable of. And I'm going to show him.
I start swaying my hips at a gentle rhythm but, just like he did, I quickly grow my rhythm into a frenzied blur of movement. I move so fast that large beads of sweat start dripping down my spine, more locks of hair becoming plastered to my forehead and cheeks. And still I keep pushing myself, using the last reserve of energy inside of my muscles to make him experience something no woman has ever managed to make him feel. He thinks he'll hook me with sex? Once I'm done with him, he won't be able to think of anyone else. He wants to own my pussy? Well, let's see how he likes it when I own his cock.
I keep moving until my heart seems ready to give out, but instead of stopping, I simple change what I'm doing: I raise my knees from the couch and replace them with my feet. Now squatting over his cock, I start lowering myself and jumping up, fucking him at that same furious speed. My arms are resting over his shoulders, and our eyes are locked, there's a fire rising where our gaze meets and, the more we look into one another, the more I realize I've never met a man quite like him. And I'm not just talking about the sex … No, it's something else. Something I can't quite put my finger on.
"Tired, babe?" he grins as I slow down my pace, my legs refusing to continue that insane rhythm. "I'll take over," he says and, grabbing me by the hips, pushes me to the side and lays me down on the couch. He follows after me, pressing his body down on top of mine, all this without even taking his cock out. I'm breathing so hard my lungs seem like they are about to explode, but I still want more; I lace my legs around his lower back and kick him gently with my heels, urging him to fuck me.
"You ask, you get," he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then starts to thrust. Remember when I told you that he was going fast? That was nothing compared to how he's fucking me right now. I didn't even know that a human being could move like this.
"Oh, fuck," I hiss, closing my eyes as the pleasure that rages through my veins inundates my mind. I'm almost afraid of coming; I can already feel that it's going to be unlike anything I have ever experienced before. "Fuck me … Hard … Hard … " I mumble, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent. He keeps his maddening rhythm until I'm about to snap, and then he somehow manages to go even harder. That does it.
"OH GOD! FUCK!" I shout, my voice so loud that my eardrums feel its sting. My body is like a broken spring, one that was coiled in such a way under harsh pressure that its only way out was to snap. My hands move over the muscles in his back as I claw at him, my fingernails like knives on his skin. I don't even know what I'm doing, to be honest; all I know is that bright lights are going behind my shut eyelids, ecstasy inundating my mind with the fury of a tidal wave. It crashes into me and I let myself be dragged by it to the depths of pleasure, where I don't care if I drown. After feeling something like this, it's hard to care about anything.
And you want to know the best part? He still hasn't stopped. That's right, while I'm coming my brains out, Austin is still thrusting at a violent rhythm. I come down from my orgasm, but I still urge him to go on; he's close, I can tell by the way his cock seems to pulse and twitch inside of me.
"Cum, Austin," I whisper, my voice coming out of my mouth honeyed and sweet, "Cum for me. I want you to cum inside of me … " I don't know if he was already on the verge, or if my voice did the trick, but he finally cums. His cock spasms violently against my inner walls, and I wince as I feel his thickness becoming even harder. A warmness hits me all of a sudden, and he starts filling me up with his seed. I lay back as he cums, his eyes closed as pleasure takes over his body, but he seems to be cumming like a geyser; his cock is gushing a never ending torrent inside of me. I feel it dripping out of my pussy and down my inner thighs, his juices pooling on the leather couch under me. No wonder his balls are almost the size of tennis balls; they have to be. I mean, look at how much he is cumming.
When he's finally done, he opens his eyes and looks at me. Breathing in deeply, he leans in and lays his lips on mine, kissing me softly.
"Fuck, that was amazing," he whispers, gently pulling out from me and sitting up on the couch. I nod, sitting up next to him as his seed runs out from my pussy. Wanting to leave him with a lasting memory, I do something I don't think any woman did with him: I run two fingers over my pussy, scooping up a few strands of his warm seed, and take them up to my mouth. Always looking into his eyes, I slide the two cum-coated fingers inside my mouth and lick them dry, popping them out of my mouth with a wet sound.
I go back down to my pussy, using the same two fingers to scoop some more cum, but this time I bring them up to his face. I brush them over his lips and he grins at me, knowing what's on my mind. The moment he parts his lips, I push my fingers inside his mouth and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel him sucking on them, taking his own cum into his mouth.