I winced anew as his cock claimed my most intimate depths, untouched flesh that was about half an hour less experienced than my entrance. The tip of his cock brushed up against my cervix a few times, leaving me in no doubt that I physically had nothing more to give.
When this fake marriage was over, I'd have nothing to give my hypothetical real future husband that Austin hadn't already marked as his own. I bit my lip. How could anybody else ever make me feel like this? How would I ever find somebody that could fuck so hard?
Smack!
My orgasm came rushing back to the forefront and I screamed my affirmatives, trying to give Austin every sign I could to push me over the edge. I wasn't sure if I was speaking in English, but it seemed to work.
Reaching forward, Austin grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, and used that grip to pull my entire body against his hard thrusts. I could feel the strain on my scalp, and it was almost as if that was the last signal I needed. My first cock-powered orgasm took me.
My muscles flexed as if in a quivery and pleasurable cramp. It curled my toes and, when it hit my abdominals, made me tug against the grip Austin had on my hair even more.
If he had let me, I would have buried my face in the pillow and muffled my orgasm, but he pulled back hard enough that I was looking up at the ceiling. I screamed my ecstatic delirium in that direction instead.
My pussy muscles were clamped on Austin's ever-pistonning cock and I could feel every bump and vein of his majestic rod as a haze drifted in around the edges of my vision. It should have been illegal to feel this good.
From behind me, I heard Austin's first grunt of effort, and he suddenly changed rhythm, opting for slower but harder thrusts. I gasped when I felt that first hot splash of cum inside me, and rose up on my knees until I was right against him.
Through the fog of pleasure still clouding my mind, I struggled for rational thought. This was really happening. I wasn't a virgin anymore, I'd given my innocence to my fake husband and let him cum directly into my unprotected depths.
And so much cum too! If more sperm meant a higher chance of pregnancy … oh my gosh. Hot spurt after hot spurt drenched my quivering teen pussy until, it seemed, without anywhere else to go, I felt a veritable torrent of it running down my inner thighs towards my knees.
I reached behind myself with both hands, thinking I was going to try to push him away. Instead, I found myself reaching even further, grasping at his ass to pull him into me even more.
Under my hands I felt his ass clench, corresponding with a push into my pussy and a jet of cum, over and over again, each clench, thrust and spurt gradually dwindling away until I was leaning back against him, feeling him twitch inside me as I tried to catch my breath.
Austin's muscular arms were around me, holding me up. Without them I would have collapsed. The silence in the room grew as my breathing slowed, and my ears were ringing. Had I been screaming that loud? Or was this something that happens after sex that I'd never read about?
I moaned quietly when Austin cupped my breast and teased my nipple. I didn't have the energy to do anything more. His cock, not deflated in the slightest, twitched sporadically inside me, as if still trying to deliver more sperm.
"Let's fuck again," he said.
I tried to raise a hand to wipe some sweat off my brow. "Wha … ?"
Austin
According to the alarm clock next to the bed, it was just after ten o'clock in the morning. By the time I'd finished fucking Skylar last night, the early-morning light had just started peeking through the curtains.
I couldn't have had much sleep, but I'd slept like the dead in the time I did. That was the longest non-stop sexathon I'd ever had, even when I'd had more than one girl to spread the load over.
She took it all though, my wife absolutely drained my balls. Her pussy felt like fucking magic, heaven on Earth. I'd never felt anything like it, and I'd never wanted to stop.
Even now, thinking about her tight little pussy, I was getting hard again. That was pretty weird. Usually I just wanted a chick to fuck off in the morning, if not earlier. I'd already taken everything I wanted from them, used them up completely, so why would I go back for more?
Next to me, Skylar was a cum-soaked wreck. Sleeping on her stomach, I could see her legs were parted under the sheet. After last night, I bet she'd be walking bow-legged for a while, and they might have to bury her in a y-shaped coffin.
I propped myself up against the headboard. Skylar mumbled in her sleep, turning her head to face me with her eyes still closed. Even in the dim light, I could see a hint of cum in her hair, and spots of her virginal blood on the sheets.
Her virginity was mine, and I'd taken as much from her as any other woman I'd been with, so why was I still feeling this … attraction to her? I shook my head and swung my feet stealthily on to the floor.
I started getting dressed, looking down at her, but I had to turn around to finish off. When I looked at her, it was like I was looking at the embodiment of sex appeal itself.
She was hard to resist. I left the room without looking back, putting my shoes on in the hallway. By the time I walked out to the street, the fresh air, and the distance from Skylar, started to clear my head.
What I needed was a big breakfast, and to start concentrating on my next fight instead of this circus act. Skylar was a prizewinning fuck, I had to give her that much, but that was all.
I couldn't let her get in my head, and I sure as fuck couldn't let myself start believing the lies in her eyes. Hopefully, after last night, she'd realize I was just another guy who wanted to get into her pussy, and she'd save those hero-worship looks for my cock and the cameras.
The last thing on my mind was being a fuckin' hero. That shit never works out.
At the end of the street was a diner that served breakfast until eleven o'clock, according to the sign in the window. I stepped inside and headed towards the counter.
A group of college chicks, sitting in a booth, stopped talking for a second and then started chattering excitedly in rushed whispers and intermittent giggles. Even out of the corner of my eye, I could see miles of cleavage.
I didn't look directly at them; they'd come to me soon enough. After a minute or so browsing the menu, a guy behind the counter asked me what I'd like this morning.
"I'll have the mega-big-time country breakfast. Extra bacon. Orange juice rather than coffee."
He looked me up and down. "I'll make that serving on the large side."
"You do that."
"Have here or takeout?"
"I'll eat here."
Skylar could get room service or go do her own thing, didn't matter to me. I paid my money and took my number, which was attached to a little metal stand so the waitress would know where to bring the food, and took a booth away from the front windows.
Somebody had left a magazine on the table. Since it had Ernesto Sanchez on the cover, the man who would soon become known as my little bitch, I decided to flip through it. I was only a few paragraphs into the article about his unparalleled pride when I caught a whiff of perfume and a glimpse of sorority slut to my side.
"Um … excuse me, aren't you Austin Aquila?"
I looked up and saw their appointed leader standing there, a tall blonde with a clearly enhanced chest that she was showing off with a low cut vest top. Her hands were clasped around a felt pen in front of her short shorts, and the insides of her elbows were pushing her tits together so they spilled out. Subtle.
"Yes I am," I said.
She squealed and bounced. "I knew it! I was there when you broke Hirokito's arm, it was the best day of my life! You're the best!"
"Thanks. Did you want me to sign something?" I gestured at the pen.
I wonder what.
The girl got a devilish look in her eye. "Well … I don't have anything here, I mean, a napkin is so boring … how about … "
She sat down next to me without waiting to be invited, scooting over close so nobody could see exactly what she was doing. With one hand she pulled her top down an inch or so, revealing a little more of her curvy flesh and the edge of an overworked bra.
" … here." She finished, holding out the pen.
For fuck sake. I was supposed to be avoiding groupies like this for the sake of my new image, but the way this chick was behaving I was going to have to either fuck her or take out a restraining order.
I took the pen and thought about adding a note like "Money Well Spent!" or "Great Tits," but just went with my signature even though there was plenty of space. That cleavage was a distracting background while I signed her tit. I had no doubt she was popular at her college.
"Thanks! Hey, my friends and I are just kinda passing through on a road trip. I was wondering, do you like to, you know, party?"