Things turn dark

Sophie collapsed on top of him, spent but also exhilarated. That moment when she had ground him deep inside had been just so intense. Unprotected, yes, but the Pill should deal with those little swimmers.

She smiled contentedly as she lay there, still astride him, savouring this feeling. If it were possible for a woman to purr, she would have. She hadn’t felt like this with a man for such a long time. And, as she wiggled herself on his still-hard cock inside her, this man felt so damn good. Some of his semen glooped out of her when she moved. Even that felt good, adding to her feeling of debauchery.

They lay there in the dark, not speaking, for a while, as his hands caressed her softly and slowly and she just clung on, totally at one with him. She felt a little sleepy now, but didn’t want to miss a moment with him right now.

She was brought out of her reverie by a realisation that he was moving. She had missed it and wasn’t sure when he had started but he was still hard and moving slowly inside her. Her pussy was still wet from him and there was little friction, but it was a nice sensation. She felt wanted, desirable, and it was good. She inched her hips back and forth in time with him, wanting it to feel nice for him, a slow, wet fucking feeling, with noises to match.

He responded as she joined in, and rotated on the bed, flipping her over onto her back, his penis still large inside her. She was suddenly aware of how small she was as he loomed above her. He grasped her tiny wrists and pushed deep, making her gasp as she drew in her breath. ‘Surely not again’, she wondered, but the answer came as he spread her arms wide above her head as he pulled out, before pushing deep inside her again, making her grunt as the air was pushed out of her.

Her legs spread wide by his insistence, she formed an X in the bed as he he moved back and forth above her, fucking her with long, slow, hard strokes. This wasn’t ‘making love’, he was giving her a real fucking! Again, she was uncertain, not sure it was her choice, but the feelings were incredible, she felt so desirable, so turned on.

It was wet and noisy as he moved in and out, his semen and her lubrication making it very sloppy. He moved faster now and still he held her pinned and spread. She tried to move with him, wanting to make him cum, feeling it unattainable for her, but possibly for him. Again and again he thrust, again and again she moved against him.

She felt him change, for a second feeling guilt, possible inadequate, that he hadn’t climaxed, much as mummy wanted his seed again.

Again, no warning, as he flipped her again, like a tiny doll in his strong arms. She found herself tugged onto hands and knees, compressed beneath him as he fumbled with her crotch. Wet and willing, his fingers parted her lips as he rubbed the head of his cock trying to find entrance. His breath hoarse on the back of her neck, he pushed, missed, slid up the crack of her bum and the moment broke the ice as they both collapsed, laughing, in a heap on the bed.

Still wanting her he put a firearm across the front of her slender hips and kneeled up again, tugging her to him as he tried to penetrate her again. Laughing, playful, she wiggled against him, trying to help but uncoordinated through desire and mirth and they collapsed on the bed again.

His long slender penis nestled in her crack again and she teased, playful again. He seemed distracted for a second as she lay there with her eyes closed, dreamy, but she felt him move, then a cold feeling on her bum, between her cheeks. Looking back over her shoulder questioningly, she saw him busy, her Clinique jar in one hand as he smeared with the other. A stark realisation hit her and she started to object, ‘no, no’ but his hand on the small of her back pushed her back down. She tried to move, to squirm, as she felt him parting her cheeks, the head of his cock pushing.

‘Please no’, she was almost polite, acutely aware she was not alone in the house.

His index finger poked inside smearing the face cream and circling around the sphincter. Widening, she realised.

More aggressive now, she bucked to try to move him away but he was too heavy, she too small. Her options swirled through her head to no avail as he pushed his cock at her again and succeeded. Her little bum hole tight around him, penetration was difficult but the head poked. Her arms flailed as held her down and pushed. It burned. It felt like her hole was on fire. Another push and searing pain, and she screamed, unafraid to be heard now by her daughters, as she felt him inside her. He tugged her up to her knees again, holding her to him, and moved deeper inside. Through the tears and the pain, she somehow thought this wasn’t as bad as the first push but still she cried out as he pulled back before pushing in deep again. Weakened, by his resolve she acquiesced as he moved back and forth inside her. She felt strangely full. Her sphincter burned. She could smell face cream and shit. Her shit. Through all this, the sheer degradation, she felt embarrassed by her body.

And still he moved, clearly liking the feeling and oblivious to her now. Pushing her down onto the bed now so she lay there prone, with him atop her, his cock wedged in between tightly rounded cheeks as he closed her legs, using her for his orgasm.

Faster and faster now. Back and forth. Deeper. Withdrawing then penetrating again, causing another yelp from her, pushing in deep. His breath hot on her neck again now as he leaned close. Kissing her gently, a stark contrast to the violation below as she felt him shudder and cum, with a grunt, spilling his seed deep inside her bowels as he held himself in place. Deep and dark.