Not Again

I didn’t know how long I was in the bathroom, but I knew I had better go back to the bedroom. I quickly wiped my ass, flushed the toilet, and headed back. I was nervous and as I entered the bedroom, he asked if I was okay. I hesitantly sat on the end of the bed, thinking we would soon be leaving, so I nodding my head yes. John now moved over, sitting next to me, rubbing my back.

John now said, “I’m glad you’re doing ok,” and as I nodded my head in agreement, he said, “Why don’t you get on the bed again.”

I was confused, “What was I going to do,” I thought.

John gently pushed me, guiding me to get on the bed again, and I thought to myself, “What was he going to do.”

I was unsure and thought to myself, “I thought we were only going to do it once.”

John had climbed on the bed behind me, and as he did, he told me move up. He was right behind me now and as he spread my legs and again rubbed my ass cheeks, he told me to go ahead and put my head down. I could believe it, he was going to fuck me again, and as he fingered my ass with KY, I thought to myself, “What am I going to do,” I didn’t want to do it again, but as he spread my ass cheeks and moved closer, he told me to relax.

I started to wonder, “How could he be hard again so soon; he had just cum a few minutes ago,” but he was.

I didn’t want to do it again, and when started to try to push his cock in me, I made up my mind to stop him by tightening my ass, not letting him put his cock in me. It was no use, his cock seemed to slip into me easily this time and as he pushed his cock deeper in me, I thought to myself, we were only suppose to do it once.

I did not want to do it again, I felt it the point of the whole thing, he said I only had to do it once, I thought, but his cock was in me now and as he grabbed hold of my hips and started fucking me.

Oh my god, he was doing it, I couldn’t stop him and so I decided I wasn’t going to help this time as he fucked me. As he continued to try to fuck me, it actually felt good, and my cock started to get hard too, but I had decided I wasn’t going to help.

It didn’t take very long before I think he realized I wasn’t helping, but he continued to vigorously try to make me help him. But he soon became frustrated and suddenly stopped and out of breath asked, “What’s wrong.”

I didn’t say anything at first and when he asked me to help him, I raised up a little and said, “I thought we were only going to do it once.”

He was puzzled and said, “I thought you liked it.”

I didn’t say anything and when I didn’t reply, he reached around me, and took hold of my cock, and remarked, “let’s do it now more time, okay,” as he started to rub it.

John was upset and he must have realized if he was going to do it again, he was going to have to try to make me do it. He aggressively took ahold of my hips and said, “Come on, you know you want to do it,” and whether I wanted to do it again or not, he angrily started to fuck me again.

I was adamant that I didn’t want to do it anymore, but as he continued to move me back and forth, fucking me, it started to feel good, and I was close to helping him. However, John was soon breathing hard and it didn’t take long before he became so frustrated that he stopped. Feeling dejected, he quickly took his cock out of me and slid off the bed, and told me to get dressed. John was obviously angry and frustrated as I watched him walk toward the bathroom, and as he closed the door, I quickly got off the bed and got dressed. I was nervous about what he would do or say when he came back, and as I sat on the bed waiting, thoughts were spinning in my head.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened and looking that way, I watched as he walked over and sat by me. John didn’t say anything at first and after a pause he told me how nice it was with me and he asked, “Do you think you might want to do it again sometime?”

I felt powerless, but said, “I thought we were only going to do it once.”

There was a short pause, I think he was shocked but as he touched my thigh and stood up he said, “Come on, let’s go.”

I followed him out of the bedroom and as we walked down the hall, I noticed the door to the bedroom in the hallway had somehow been closed. I didn’t give it another thought, I just wanted to leave.

We got in his car and as he started it, he asked if I wanted him to give me a ride home. I eagerly accepted, I was glad because I really didn’t want to see anyone after what happened.

We didn’t talk at all along the way, but I could sense him looking over at me now and then, probably wondering what I was thinking. We were soon pulling into my neighborhood and as we pulled up to my house he asked if I was ok, and as I got out of the car, I told him I was ok and not looking back, I closed the door and quickly headed inside.

I immediately went into my room, and as I sat on my bed, thinking, I could feel the crack of my ass was wet, and quickly realized it was the lube leaking out of me and I really didn’t want to think about it, but it was probably his cum too.

I quickly went in the bathroom took off my clothes and hastily sat on the toilet, trying again to push out anything that was still in me and when nothing came out, I went into the shower where I tried again to push his cum out of me.

That night, I continued to worry, and immediately thought, “He hadn’t used a condom, I might get a disease.” In any case, it took a few days for my thoughts to calm and I tried to reassure myself that I would probably be okay, but I worried about what had happened for a long time.