Lucy's story

“An Adonis appeared to me. A perfect image of a man. Tall, muscular, athletic. Long, flowing hair. A loincloth around his hips. He bent down and looked at me. His gaze wandered over my whole body, memorizing every detail.

I held out my hand to him, he pulled me up and then took me in his arms. He lifted me up effortlessly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and smelled him. It was wonderful.

He carried me away. Not far, we stayed in the room. I didn't care where, I just wanted to be with him, feel his strong arms, see his face and smell his scent.

Then he pulled my face towards him and kissed me. His lips were on mine, his tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I melted with lust for him.

He put me down somewhere. On the floor and lay down next to me. My head rested on his bicep. He pressed me very close to him, but didn't do anything else.

I wanted him to run his hands over my naked body, to touch and caress my breasts, to knead my bottom, to roll on top of me and take me like no man had ever done before.

But he didn't do it. He didn't move.

I had to take the initiative. My hand stroked over his pecs, which were so hard and strong. They slid further down over his board-hard stomach. Like a washboard, I felt every single groove between his abs, then I moved on down to his loincloth.

Then suddenly his hand closed around my wrist. Startled, I looked at him and he looked at me. More in my head than over my ears, I felt the question: “Do you really want this?”

And how I wanted it. Now more than ever. I tore my hand free and didn't get any more resistance. I unfastened the apron and had to see what was hiding underneath. I was not disappointed. The mighty Aaron's rod lay large and strong before me. Thicker than my wrist and longer than I could ever have dreamed.

His thick glans stared at me. My mouth was watering. I had to taste it. I literally had to taste this monster, lick it, kiss it, ride down it and back up again.

His balls. Big and heavy. I licked over the entire scrotum and then back up the cock to the glans and finally took it in my mouth. It was thick and spongy. I tried to get the teeth out of the way by putting my lips over it.

Then I tried to push it deeper into my mouth. A barrier that made me gag, I tried again. And again. I pressed the sausage into my throat until it finally penetrated deeper into me with a plop. Feelings of happiness flowed through me. I tried to push it in even further, but I couldn't breathe.

I only pulled it out again briefly, breathed and pushed it back in. It was better now. And deeper. I repeated all this until I finally pushed my nose into his belly. I had taken it all in. It made me feel so good. Almost powerful.

But I sensed that he wanted more. Me. As a totality. My mouth wasn't enough for him, even though it was already boiling inside him. So I pulled him out of me again and slid up on him so that his cock was right in front of my sex. Almost like it was mine. I slid further, rubbing my wet lips against his cock as if it wasn't already wet enough. Until I reached his glans.

I supported myself on his chest with my hands. He didn't mind, I was far too lightweight. I came out of my crouch and pushed myself upwards. I positioned the stiff pipe vertically and guided it to my pussy entrance. I rubbed the glans over my wet cunt lips.

I slowly lowered myself down, feeling the glans parting my lips, penetrating between them, making them tense. No man had ever been inside me before, no glans had even touched my lips, no cock had ever penetrated me.

Yes, I wanted it. There was nothing I wanted more, even though I knew it was wrong. I lowered myself further, something tore inside me and then I just let myself fall. The thick spear plunged deep inside me, stretching my insides, which nevertheless remained slippery with the slime I had produced myself and allowed it to enter willingly.

I sat on his lap and it felt as if he was reaching up to my stomach. He bumped somewhere too, I didn't mind. I felt my fuck canal tightly encompassing his entire length, as if they were meant for each other and that's exactly how it was. I had never felt so filled, stuffed, alive. This was my destiny. Never again did I want to do anything other than ride this cock.

My lower body seemed to start rising and falling on its own. Rotating slightly, I lifted myself up and put myself back on it. Again and again I raised and lowered myself on this phallus. It was me who was active, it was me who was fucking myself. He did nothing but make his stiff cock available, at least not until he grabbed my ass cheeks and supported me in my efforts.

Almost playfully, he lifted me up, which I could barely do, and let me fall back on top of him. No bead of sweat indicated that he was exerting himself, no heavy panting that he was out of breath. I, on the other hand, felt my strength leaving me, my legs no longer wanted to do as my head commanded, but thanks to his strength, it made no difference.

On the contrary, he now lifted me faster and pushed me down as I fell, impaling me on him faster and faster. My role was limited to feeling, tensing my vaginal muscles and feeling an orgasm building up that I could never have brought on myself.

By now he was holding me by the hips so that he could not only lift me better, but also push me down better. He came towards me from below with his hips. He got faster and faster, he seemed to push me deeper and deeper, his cock seemed to get harder and harder and I could only moan with lust.

Finally, deep inside me, I felt him unload, his cream squirting deep inside me with a primal **** that I wouldn't have thought possible. I came with him and screamed, screamed, screamed until I couldn't take any more.

I collapsed, fell on top of him and only felt my cunt pulsating and then it went black around me.

When I woke up, he was gone. I looked around, Mathilde had just come in from outside and probably looked as deranged as I was. Together we looked at Kendra, who was still lying in the same place as before, but was moaning and twitching convulsively.”