Break Their Record

"You know," Rory said as he carried her into the bedroom. "We've never done it more than three times in a night."

"Three times is plenty!" Alex said with a laugh as he laid her down on the bed. "I mean, I don't want to be...sore..."

Rory had taken a roll of condoms from his pocket. There were five of them.

Alex swallowed. She saw the look in his eye. The wicked little gleam. He met her gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the hairy, solid chest.

"You know, you told me once, when you had one beer too many, how much you wanted to do it until you were raw," he said. "I didn't believe it at first—just the **** speaking. But then you started to talk in your sleep."

Alex's eyes went wide.

"It...it's just a silly little dream," she murmured. "A sex fantasy. Just one of those things that gets stuck in your head..."

He let his shirt fall to the floor and undid his belt. The cock that popped free as he pulled his underwear down looked suspiciously rigid, the veins prominent...and then she saw the black rings cinched around the base of the shaft, and his testicles.

"Oh," she said softly. "Oh fuck, you mean it, don't you?"

"Absolutely," Rory said. "Suit me up, will you love?"

Alex's fingers shook as she tore the first condom off the strip and ripped it open. This was such a surreal moment—she couldn't believe they were actually going to try and have sex five times in a row. It was insane—madness—and yet she couldn't deny that it excited her. Even if they didn't make it. Even if they came up short. Just the idea of trying for that seemed like an impossible goal made her shiver with excitement as she pushed the condom down on the erect prick.

Snug. All the way down to the ring that gripped the base.

"So," Rory said with a grin. "How do you want it first?"

Not that he stuck it in right away. No, Rory knew Alex better than that. As he moved next to her on all fours, like a lion approaching a lioness. Alex pulled open her robe, and his head dove between her breasts. She laughed a little as he pressed his lips against her breastbone and razzed her...but her laughter died as he laid a trail of kisses up her chest, her collarbone, her neck, her jaw. One hand slid down her soft stomach, his fingertips crept through the soft curls of her auburn pubic hair...and Alex nuzzled against his cheek, as his fingers found her slit, and whispered.

"Doggy-style."

Alex shifted onto her knees. Bit her lip in excitement as Rory planted his feet just outside her knees. Closed her eyes and leaned into it as his latex-wrapped meat rubbed against her slit. Then her pressed in. Slowly, but smoothly. Rory's hands slid onto her hips as he pressed himself in deep, to pull her back toward him. Then his hands slid forward, over her waist, her ribs, to grasp her breasts.

Balanced on his feet, Rory moved just his legs and hips. Squeezed her breasts as he mounted her. Slowly at first, so that they could both get used to it. This wasn't a race after all. It was a marathon. An endurance test. Something they both wanted to work toward, as Alex began to push her ass back to meet his thrusts, to feel the impact of his hips ripple through her meaty buttocks. Penetration alone wasn't enough for her to get off, but it was a great way to start.

As they moved together, Alex's left hand went between her legs. She moaned out loud as her fingers circled her clit. As Rory pumped her, she could feel him inside of her. The anticipation built inside her. They were locked in that ancient, primal rhythm, and it just felt so good...

"Huuurgh," Rory grunted...and then, with an easy strength that always sent a flutter through Alex's stomach, he flipped her over onto her back. She caught a glance of his prick, the balloon of the condom hung off the tip, filled with his creamy cum...and he pulled it off and tied it off with barely a thought. Without even asking her, Rory bent down and buried his face in her pussy, his nose butting into her fingers when they didn't quite move out of the way fast enough...and now, as he recovered, it was Alex's turn to squirm, to moan, to focus on her own climax...which came a few minutes later with curling toes, calves bunched so tightly they hurt, ass lifted up off the bed as she humped his face and played with her clit at the same time.

That set the pace for both of them. A weird excitement infected them both as Rory's cock hardened again and they rolled the next condom on. They weren't competing against each other, but were a team toward a common goal. Trying to climb a mountain. Swim an ocean. Together. And all their thoughts, all their energies, were devoted to that question of how they could keep going, just little more...and then a little more...

Alex found herself on her side, legs together, his cock pushed in and out of her tight twat. Rory on his back, sucking down Gatorade as Alex sucked life back into his prick. On her back, legs spread wide as the dirty talk began to flow, urging her lover on, to push harder, deeper, faster. Sweaty and half-exhausted, laying next to each other, gasping for air as she stroked his cock and balls and he fingers her slick, sore twat.

There was a moment, as she sat in his lap, her breasts pressed against his chest, where their eyes met. It took longer, each time. Less and less in the condom each time. Yet there was a determination inside them as she rolled her hips. Reached down below her to cradle his balls with her hand. Her whole body flexed as she rode him, stomach pushed out, breasts heaved, one finger pressed against the soft skin that led from his scrotum to his taint...and the gasp, when his fourth load burst into the condom, was like the last release of a dying man, and he collapsed backward onto the bed.

"Take a breather, baby," Alex said as she lifted her pussy up to peel off the condom...and hovered there for a moment. One hand was half-wrapped around his flagging cock. Yet Alex was keenly aware that his cock, his naked cock, was only inches away from her aching, unprotected pussy. She glanced at the white dribble at the end of the condom in her hands. Barely half of what was in the first condom. Looked at the one final condom...and made a decision.

She squeezed the skin around the base of his cock. With her other hand, Alex spread her labia...wet, dripping, pink, swollen, and raw. A hiss escaped her lips as her cunny engulfed his half-hard prick. The rough fuck-a-thon had taken its toll on both of their funbits. Little tears...an acidic environment...she couldn't imagine how that might sting.

Yet it was also...different. There was nothing between them, now. She had always known his cock was a living thing, but now she could feel it. Feel it pulse. As he struggled to lift his chest up, Alex leaned forward, palms against his shoulders, and pushed him back.

"No baby. Let me do the work. You just...rest a while." She said as she began to move. A little smile curled her lip.

It was different this time. There was no urgency. Most of the time when they fucked, both of them were focused on getting off, of making the other person feel good. Now, it felt like they were approaching Mount Doom, and she was Sam, carrying her Frodo right up to the mouth of the volcano.

Her hips creaked. She rocked back and forth, squeezed with her pussy. He was still hard, if barely, but Alex knew he couldn't cum yet. Not for fifteen, twenty minutes maybe. His balls needed time to recharge...and as she ground herself against him, fantasies percolated in her brain. A strategy formed. A way to coax one last sticky load out of him.

"I...always wanted to feel you like this...you know?" She huffed. "How long have you...wanted to fuck me bareback?"

Rory swallowed, his lips dry, eyelids heavy. Four goes in a night was tough for a teenager, and neither of them were that young anymore. His hands massaged her thighs.

"Always. Forever. Since that first moment I saw you," he said with a weak smile, and then his face grew suddenly serious. "I know you've got your career, that you're not ready for kids yet...and the house isn't ready. That's why...I always use protection. But I always. Always. Wanted to be inside you."

Alex couldn't stop smiling. Her face hurt. Stupid tears filled her eyes.

"I knew. I always knew," she whispered. "That's why, yesterday...I got an IUD put in."

Rory's face went blank. Not surprise. Not shock. Just sudden inability to process this new fact of life.

"Which is why...you can nut inside this pussy... Any. Time. You. Want." Rory said at last.

Alex squeezed his cock with her cunt as hard as she could, and shifted her position. Brought her feet up so her heels pressed against his hips. Hunkered over in a squat, perched on his cock, her small tits dangled down.

"And when we are ready, baby. I'm going to take it out. And then you can still cum in me. Only that time...fuck, that's hot, isn't it?" She said as she lifted her ass up and let it slam down, hard enough to get a grunt out of him. Rory's cock felt as stiff inside of her as it ever had been. "I love the idea of you knocking me up. Daddy."

Well, that was it. For both of them. Alex's hips rose and fell. Rory grabbed at her, and their hands met. Palms together. Fingers threaded. Which gave her the leverage to just shake her ass. To pump her pussy on his cock, hard and fast. All of her energy, everything she had left came out in one frantic burst that made her muscles scream as if she overdid it on the squats. Her moans mingled into a long, ongoing keen...and beneath her Rory flexed his hips, his face a mask of pleasure and pain as his tired dick was milked. As his aching hips rose to meet her, hard and fast.

It wasn't even about pleasure at that point. Just pure, primal need. A practice run for when they were ready to be parents. Until their moans were in unison...and finally when Alex went over the edge for the last time, and lost her balance. As she fell backward, eyes rolled back in her head, Rory sat up, still clasped to her to pull her back...and his final load, much reduced, pumped into her pussy.

So that as she lay collapsed on top of him, she felt the warm, wet, watery dribble flow out of her hot and aching cunt.

"What...what would you have done if that hadn't worked?" Rory wheezed, when he could speak again.

"Anal," Alex whispered...and that triggered their last laugh, before the exhausted couple fell asleep, almost in each other's arms.