Ridden into being

The girl who had barrelled her way into Daniel’s life through his window, now sat astride him. Looking as calm and comfortable in this position as she had in any other so far. The young man could feel the moistness of her sex, as it rested oh so casually against his own. His heart still thumped in his ears from the heights she’s brought him too with her mouth… yet now she seemed determined to wait until things had settled.

Dan wasn’t sure if he was ever going to ‘settle’ again. His penis throbbed and twitched with wants and needs beyond even his own. The fact that she had only swapped the caress of one set of lips for another, driving him near mad with anticipation. She had pulled the shirt from his chest and now was tracing nails across his skin. Leaning down to whisper in his ear and nibble on the lobe in a way that was pointedly not quite so gentle as it could be.

“I’m going to let you fuck me, Daniel Millstone.” Her hushed tones unveiled, letting his full name slip with as much teasing glee as she had all other advantages she had over him.

“Just for tonight, I’m going to let you do whatever you like with me. Wherever you like, on or in me. As many times as you can manage.”

Her hips began pulsing again, as if in tune with the rhythm of her words. Grinding forwards and back against the heated juncture of their bodies. The friction of that constant pressing movement only serving to draw more lubrication from the participants. Sweat and pre-cum and other bodily fluids mingling together into a sopping, sliding mess of animal interaction. It was nothing like the almost clinical detachment of the porn that Daniel spent so much of his time scrolling through. Neither so well-lit, wide-angled or cleanly cut. It was real and slimy and slightly disgusting, in all the most arousing and exciting ways. For so many years he had fantasised about this very scenario, but now it was here he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. Yet somehow that didn’t matter. All those make-believe essays of the ‘right’ way to establish ‘dominance in the bedroom’ or ‘put a woman in her place’, fell away behind a realisation that he was completely out of his depth and that was fine. In fact it seemed a pretty good place to be.

Reaching down, the girl grabbed hold of his cock and lifted her pelvis. There was little ceremony and no hesitation. She simply guided that pillar of flesh towards her waiting entrance, and sat back upon the throne she’d made. Daniel was overwhelmed with both the sensation and sudden awareness that he was inside another human being. He could feel the warmth of her walls embracing and immersing him, both reacting and adjusting to his presence. It was an all-encompassing, soul-gripping certainty that the deep inner world of someone else’s meat and musculature now had him as a resident. The tingling nerves of his most sensitive implement could now feel the velvet textures that lay hidden within this mystifying beauty. It became difficult to tell if the blood throbbing through his veins was doing so to the beat of his heart, or hers.

Then she began moving. Sitting back on her haunches and swaying her hips in slowly increasing circles. Twisting her body with the careful, practiced control of a hula-hoopist or belly dancer. Every movement was controlled, sensual and seductive. She made it abundantly clear that this was a choreography that she could keep up for hours, or days, or weeks… if she so wanted. Instead, she began bouncing. Gently at first, but with a pace that crept up on you. Up and down, up and down. Releasing the part of Daniel she had claimed inch by inch, only to rock back down and take full hold of it once more. In and out, in and out. It became hard for the young man to tell which was which, besides the breeze that blew in from the still open window. But it was the changing sensations of the journey itself that mattered: The grip and release. The churn and pull. Together they were stirring the pot of flesh and loose nerve endings that formed all of both their beings.

Faster and faster she began bucking above him, a jockey approaching the gallop towards a clear and waiting finish line. Daniel was drawn upwards in reply, lifting his own pelvis in answer. He could hear her breaths beginning to come in pants and gasps, feel the answering catches in his own working lungs. Finally the sweet sounds of a young woman approaching climax began to bless his straining ears. Tiny yelps and groans of pure and unfiltered emotion as their roiling bodies collided. Soon he could focus on nothing else; not the creak of floorboards below them nor clatter of the occasional loose object falling from his desk. Only the need to make the next moan louder, more free and nearer complete.

With staggered glory, they met that quota. All shared rhythm finally falling apart as both just slammed their pleasures together with every inch of energy they had left. Daniel felt the stranger squeeze him tight, with every factor she had in play… and knew he had earned his merit badge. For his own part, the orgasm he had been denied earlier came back threefold or more. His entire body seemed to clench and release in four great, shuddering bursts. Somewhere, somehow… he knew he had just emptied his balls inside this past-midnight miracle and filled her to the brim with years of pent up frustration. The pair of them fell back to the floor with a thud that might otherwise have been painful. Panting steaming breaths into a night claiming back its previous silence.

And there they lay, unspeaking and exhausted… for what might well have been minutes or hours. Until finally the scantily clad girl looked Daniel directly in the eyes and said:

“So are you going to try out my ass next?”