My Bully Made Me Cum

I could barely even begin to comprehend what had happened here. I’d cum on the fingers, on the mouth and the lips, of my bully. Clinging to his bulk and desperately begging him for more. Whimpering and moaning and turning to putty in his arms as he changed me forever.

Nothing in my life had been as good as that. Not anything that I’d ever felt as a man.

When a man cums it’s a shotgun blast. It can be good, oh god it can be good, but it’s this emptying feeling of release and then the relaxation afterwards. It’s the rising action followed by a tremendous fall where you just bask in the moment and let it wash over you but then it’s gone an instant later, barely even registering as a blip when you’re minutes down the road.

But as a woman things were so different. It was all a full body event where all of you was involved.

You felt it in your core and you felt it rush out and then it rigidly defined all the parts of you with this blessed heat that made you know everything about your body. Every cell, every inch of you was on fire. Every last part of you begging and pleading and shuddering for more.

And I could cum and I could cum and I could cum and I could still be begging for more. Even now with me as a puddle that could barely find my feet I still wanted, still held onto this man to keep my support and in the hopes that he wouldn’t stop with me.

But his hands withdrew, fingers slipping from my sex. He pulled away from me, lips not touching me anymore and stepping back, still holding me up but not touching any place that was ordinarily sensitive.

Still that didn’t mean my body wasn’t feeling it. My body was on overdrive and even his hand on my shoulder was enough to make me whimper lightly and close my eyes to deal with it, trembling all the way. My skin still burning from the memory of his touch even as I found my feet and held myself back against the wall, breathing hard to find my center as Blake pulled back in full.

I was terrified.

Blake had worked my body so well that I didn’t even know how to understand it and I was terrified that it had laid some kind of bond between the two of us. I was horrified to think that I was tied to this man in some way, this man who had been so cruel.

But not to me, not really. Not to Emily. Sure he wasn’t exactly nice to her but he wasn’t mean either. Our interactions had the tone and tenor of a boy pulling pigtails on the playground, at least right up until the point where he made me cum so hard it took time for me to remember how to stand and how to breathe like a normal human again. He’d been playful in his cruelty, but then so had I.

That was different than the other life though. The way he’d treated the other version of me, the masculine version of me, where unforgivable. Right? He’d been so hard on me and he’d been so deliberate, taking his time to make my life a living hell.

But that was another version of him and another version of me. In this timeline none of those events had even happened yet. In this timeline, all of that was in the future and involving different players.

Was it right to punish this Blake for something he hadn’t done?

I was terrified.

I didn’t know how to make heads or tails of anything that was happening or anything that had happened. I couldn’t figure out how to resolve the two versions of myself and my past that remained in a different future.

The feelings I had now were so good and I just wanted to hold onto them, but I didn’t know how to forget a past that had happened to me.

My eyes opened finally, rolling over the area we were in and seeing Kim and her new lover still working in the clearing. Their energy was down but her voice was no less enthusiastic than it had been before and I stared at them for a moment, envying the simplicity of their no strings attached moment.

Then Blake stepped into view, grinning like he was proud of what he’d done to me and leering at me, watching me to see what I would do in response.

And in the moment there was only one thing I could do. In that instant with all of its confusion, with the passion still simmering in the bottom of me and the little voice that roared up begging for more, begging for submission, begging for release, there was only one thing that I could do.

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