It ain't over yet

"Fuck, you're so hot"

There is a man straddling over you. Your blurred vision is incapable of distinguishing his face, but his voice is vaguely familiar. You feel something pulling at your back as he unstraps the bra you are— apparently—wearing. He starts to suck and play with your breasts. Your nipples are much more sensitive than when you were a boy, and you can not help but moan as his tongue deftly plays with them. The man builds the tension up slowly, coursing a wet trail of kisses down your belly, and taking his time around your inner thighs and crotch. By the time he starts licking your labia, you are already soaking-wet.

You gasp and moan as he plays with your pussy. Your hands go from playing with your tits to carressing his hair as his pace increases, naughty sounds coming from your lower half. As he sinks his face into your womanhood, you can only see his muscular shoulders and black hair amidst your fingers. His fingers soon find their way into your G-spot, increasing the tension even more as you arch your back at the pleasure. Your breathing gets more and more labored, and he notices it, quickening the pace on your G-spot and clit.

You squirm on his face, desperately warning that you're about to cum, but he doesn't stop or move his face away. Your body quivers and spasms as wave after wave of pleasure assaults you, his face stuck between your legs the whole time. By the time all of that is over, and you are left slowly panting on the afterglow, you can not help but love that man. He plays your body like a instrument, and you want more of it, so those words leaving you lips feel nothing but natural:

"Fuck me."

It is upon seeing his face as he rises up that you almost jump. Of course you knew that voice, how did you not realize it?

"Did I do something?" he asks, reacting to your sudden tension.

Standing over you is your best friend Mark. The two of you had grown up together, and you never saw him as anything beyond a friend, yet there he was, naked, in all of his muscular glory. You don't know how the two of you ended up there, you don't even know if he is aware that it is you.

"No, I..." You stutter. There's no way you can do that now, not with him. Doesn't matter that he's hot and just made you cum like a whore. He's your childhood friend. The two of you had known each other for all of this time, and you...

You stare at his perfectly defined abs, chiseled by years with the school football team. His dick rests over your folds— no, you need to resist it! There's no way—

"I just didn't realize how big you were until now."

The rational side of your head curses you as it is kicked out of the room. You can't help it, Mark had just made you cum like no human before, and now he was standing over you with that beautiful body and stallion cock ready to breed you. You want him, need him inside you.

"I'll be gentle," Mark assures you, his face blushing.

You realize you just praised Mark's cock, your best friend's cock. Holy shit, the post cum clarity from this... that's you from the future though, fuck that guy.

The only thing you could care about now gently slides inside your womanhood, the stretching getting more intense the deeper it gets. Mark's cock goes all the way in, to the point one couldn't even tell whoever was the man or the woman between the two crotches. As you look up, Mark's face is right up again't yours, his eyes gleaming and expression already warped by the pleasure.

"Fuck me," you wisper to his ear.

Mark starts to pick up his pace. Was that how it felt to girls? Damn them, that felt like heaven. Mark's strong, muscular body towers over yours as his meat fills you in-an-out. You feel a little embarassed from making such naugthy moanings right on your best friend's ear. Only a little, however. Most of your mind can only focus on calling Mark's name as he fucks you like you never knew you needed to be fucked.

Mark turns you on your back and shoves your face into the bed sheets, fucking you from behind. He could penetrate you even deeper in that position. You bite the pillow as Mark hungrily fucks you like an animal in heat, and your start to get high from his cock. The pillow doesn't allow you to speak, but your **** muffled moans are enough to communicate you're about to cum. Mark quickens his pace as you start to spasm, quiver and scream, your walls desperately clinging to his dick as if begging him to keep ravaging you.

Mark pulls your torso towards himself as the relentless fucking continues. His labored breathing and faint moans are right on your right ear, synchronized with his thrusts. You bring his hands to your breasts, letting him play with you as he starts to kiss your neck. You are completely exposed to him, your body laid bare to his hands, dick and mouth. You can only cling to Mark's body as his cock lays waste to you. Even your moanings start to get messier and less coherent.

Position change again. He maliciously invites you to ride him, to which you glady comply. You impale yourself into that glorious sensation of fullnes again, shoving his meat as deep as you can. Mark feels his hands around your hips as you ride him, the delicious sensation of his dick moving inside you making the moans louder and louder. You support both of your arms on that strong chest of his, and he stares you in the eyes with pure hunger. Man and woman move in perfect harmony as the two of you try to extract the last drop of bliss from the union of your bodies. You barely manage to detach yourself and keep your pussy from squirting all over Mark's face, diverting it to the side. He immediately reclaims you the moment the threat is over, not wanting to spend a single extra second outside of you.

Mark fucks you as if this is the last thing he can do on this Earth. If he could split your body in two with the sheer power of his cock, he probably would. You can only helplessly try to keep up as he drills himself into you, your pussy juices dripping all over his crotch, lubrifying it more, making it easier for that cock to slip inside you, to pummel you senseless. You egg him on, saying you don't care if you're relegated to a wheelchair for the rest of your life, you just want his cock and nothing but his cock. The only times you're able to say something coherent is when begging him to not stop, to fuck even harder. Fuck, fuck and fuck. You can only think about that, about how good Mark makes you feel. You want to root your greedy cunt into his dick and never leave, to get railed until your brain turns to mush and your legs to jelly.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum!" he says.

"Give it to me!"

Mark brings his cock right to the front of your face as the two of you work to extract his seed. You can't stop yourself from salivating as his moans start to get louder. Your mouth opens in anticipation, and his dick explodes in a warm, white deluge. You let yourself bask on that sensation, reality dissolving itself around you into warm, white nothingness.