“No.”

“No.” John croaks out from under you. Well fuck, you think. You don’t really want to rawdog some guy you just met today. Shit, you don’t even let Brad fuck you raw. You’re not on birth control and you’re shit at following your cycle. But also you can’t just walk away from this now. Your impulses are screaming at you to find out what this thing feels like and right now you feel like being impulsive. You grind your petals against this beautiful dick, eyefucking the head and its crown, the length, the girth, the veins, the hair, and the balls. You feel the heat of it against your opening, your own juices starting to flow at the thought of fitting this thick dick inside you. Raw.

“Say so if you’re cumming,” you growl at John, who is still laying as stiff as a board under you, “I’ll slit your throat if you cum inside me.” You scoot back, and manhandle John’s cock up to your opening. Visually, it looks like you’re trying to fit a tree trunk in a pencil sharpener. John grunts under you as you tilt your pelvis, holding his cock against your bare pink slit. Even just rubbing the head against you feels good, but you are a greedy bitch and you want more. You sit up and hold his cockhead on your slit, willing it to fit inside you, and eventually the head shoves into you. You can’t help but let out a lewd gasp as his fat tip pushes deeper and deeper into you. You hear John grunt as you slowly feed his molten cock inch by inch inside your pussy. It feels like it’s splitting you in half, this fucking log that is slowly working its way up into your core.

“Oh fuck!” You gasp, grabbing the shaft, the inches that are still outside you to stop yourself from sliding deeper onto it. You can feel John twitching under you and in your hand. God, it's so thick in your hand that the tips of your fingers don’t even touch. You feel your thighs shaking against his waist, pinning him in place. You feel your hand on John’s cock turn slick. You grind back and forth on the few inches that are already in you, enjoying the sensation of the head mixing your insides up.

“Oh God!” Grunts John. You let yourself slide lower onto his cock, arching your back and tilting your hips as you do. It’s painful, but an amazing, white hot pain like you’re getting zapped with electricity from the inside out as his member does it’s best to break you in two.

“So ~gah~ fucking ~unf~ big!” You gasp out, dropping deeper and deeper on to this white hot rod. You feel your eye twitch as this cock hits deeper than Brad ever could. Not to mention that it's thicker, much thicker then any chud you’ve ever fucked before. You grind your teeth together, enjoying the sensation as your insides try to melt down the cock pressing deeper and deeper into you. You feel your pussy clenching down on it, which isn’t particularly hard when the bastard is stretching your insides out so much.

“Fuck!” John coughs out, his legs dancing a little under you as you finally settle balls deep on his engorged cock. It’s blissful, really. You feel filled up, enough that you would half expect that if you’d put his dick up your ass instead you’d be tasting his tip right about now. You don’t dare try to pull off of it, you don’t trust your still jittering legs enough. So instead you lean back, grab John’s chest and grind yourself back and forth, back and forth on it. You feel a zap from the front of your pussy, where you can feel John’s cock, bent by your position, scrubbing the front of your love tunnel.

“Ooooooh,” you purr, “that’s good.” You use John to scratch that itch that you’ve taken care of for months with your vibrator. But this hot thick cock feels infinitely better than any buzzing toy. You start humping faster, scratching that spot on the inside of your pussy you know you love. The one fucking spot that Brad could never fucking find no matter how exact the fucking directions you gave him. You grunt. This stupid asshole that you met today is scratching that spot with ease. He’s hitting it. Holy shit, you think your breath coming fast and shallow, he’s hitting it right on the money. You feel your face go flush. You’re grinding away at a gallop, hips bucking wildly.

“Oh my God!” You’ve long since forgotten this tool’s name in the rush to get your rocks off, but he’s moaning like he likes it too. You couldn’t care less. Right now, this is about you. All about you. You ride hard towards your goal. You feel the blistering heat well up inside you, the cock inside you cooking your pussy, shaft hitting just the right spot on every upstroke and downstroke. Holy shit, you think to yourself. You’re going to cum. For the first time in a long time, you’re going to cum on a cock, not on your dildo or your fucking hand like a old maid. A real cock made of flesh and blood and you love it. IYou feel it, the fire roaring up from your crotch. It’s coming. You’re cumming.

“Oh my God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!'' You cry out, freezing up and convulsing like hundreds of volts are coursing through your body. You eyes screw shut and you let out a maniacal squeal as waves of pleasure shock you again and again.​ You feel your vaginal muscles quiver and contract at the overwhelming sensation, clamping down on John’s cock, still hilted inside you, again and again.​ Eventually though, you come down from your climax, and you take a few deep gasps of air. You sit up and run your hands through your hair and over your face just soaking in the dopamine. That felt amazing. You feel better than you have in a long time after that. You wonder if you could stay like this forever. Then you feel something, that lively and lovely cock, twitch deep inside you. It makes it feel like you have something alive inside you, trying to eat the butterflies in your tummy.