Fuck, I really hope this is somehow the last orgasm I need and I’ll suddenly be able to focus. She is very hot though, and I can’t imagine that will turn out to be true if I’m spending time with her. I used to dream about dating her in high school kind of hot. At least I fantasized about her. Not sure if I ever actually dreamt of her, but I wouldn’t be surprised. That’s why I’m so embarrassed that I still don’t really recall anything else about her. I only remember wanting her, and now that I’m getting what I wanted I feel more or less like a dick.
Distracted as I am though, it’s hard not to just focus on what I’m doing, let alone to try and conjure a name to call out as I fuck her. All I can remember about her as a person is that she was a lot cooler than I was, and she got into way nicer colleges than I did. I think college is where I was before I arrived here, and presumably her too. Ramming into her as hard as I can, I grit my teeth. The volume of her voice increases as well. She tightens against me as I fuck her, and I feel a small gush of liquid from within her.
“Fuck!” she yells.
“You are really fucking wet,” I tell her as she squeezes my cock, “And your pussy is very tight.”
“Just like you imagined?” She asks me between deep, heaving breaths.
I smile at her as she looks back at me. “A lot of times, yeah.”
“What a dork,” she says, and playfully rolls her eyes at me, “You should have just asked me out.”
I pause for a moment while I catch my breath, but I don’t stop fucking her. “Yeah?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she says, pausing to moan deeply through her teeth while I slip my hand around her leg and find her wet clit.
My other hand instinctively takes her hair tightly in my hand. I keep fucking her. I can feel body temperature spiking and my head is spinning in near delirium by the time I am able to ask “You would have fucked me just like that?”
Now it’s her turn to wait as she heats up, “Fuck!”
“Yeah,” she raises the pitch of her voice and says “I totally would have. I’m kind of a slut, even at home. You might have even gotten a blowjob at a party if you had just asked for one. You’re cute, and I love sucking dick.”
“I had no idea you were such a whore.” I call her that name in a relatively matter-of-fact tone but one which is meant to probe if she wants to be called such things. Instead of waiting though, clap my hand hard across the left of her amazing round ass. I absolutely love the way the force ripples through her.
“Mmm… yes,” she says. Her voice is a bit more calm and collected than I would have assumed.
“More?”
“Yes, please.”
“You asked so nicely…” I slap her again, this time on the other side.
After virtually no pause, she commands me “Again!”
Again. A little harder. “Yeah! Fuck… We keep this up much longer and you’re going to make me cum.”
“Good. But keep on fucking me, because you’re about to make me cum. Oh, fuck… Come one. Keep going. Push me.”
Just another moment. I can only extend this for so long… The feeling of her tight, wet, hot pussy gripping my cock is starting to overwhelm me. I know I have to pause if we’re going to keep this going, and my first thought as I start to pull out of her is to ask “Do you want me to fuck your ass, you filthy fucking slut?”
“Yes!” she says enthusiastically and without consideration. Not a moment later though, she shouts “Wait!”
Stopping instantly, I hold where I am, holding my cock halfway out of her pussy. It’s twitching as though it’s about to start pumping her full of my hot, white cum, but I know I have it under control, if only just barely. Her soaking panties are cool against the side of my shaft. A breeze caused by the pressure change of an opening door wafts past us, refreshing my focus a little. “Everything okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah. Everything’s fine,” she says, “I do want you to fuck me like that… I’ve just… never done it before.”
“Really?” I ask her.
“Really. Not exactly, anyway. I definitely sleep around a lot, but my ass is so tight that no one has every been able to really fuck it..”
“Mmm…” I bite my lip between syllables, “That can be fun.”
“Do you think so?”
“I do.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be so… aggressive.”
“Too aggressive?”
“No, not at all. Let’s get back to it, please. Fuck me, slowly, gently, and like you want to make me cum.”
“I like that challenge,” I tell her.
“Do you think you’ll be up for it?”
“I do.” I take hold of her shoulders and pull her toward me as I resume fucking her for a moment. In an immediate response, she resumes her potently erotic vocalization. Slamming my hard shaft into her over and over, I grab her by her bright ponytail, pulling her toward me by the neck. She’s curling her spine and stretching herself to come to me. I am so turned on right now. She is so close. Yes… She’s cumming on my cock –hard. Her voice tells me so. So does her pussy as it rigidly clamps on me and I feel her grow dramatically wetter. It’s like her body is just as intent as her voice in making me aware of her pleasure. I wouldn’t even have to cum to be satisfied right now.
After a few more seconds of her obvious enjoyment, she looks back at me, grins, and says “Not there. Fuck my ass. Do it now.”
I say nothing. As I pull out of her I feel her quivering around me and closing behind me in the aftershocks of her orgasm. The next thing we know, the head of my cock is applying considerable pressure to her asshole. She is so wet, and she came so hard. She’s as ready for it as she’s going to be.
I can already tell it’s going to be amazing. She is not lying about how tight she is. My shaft is glistening with her. Taking a firmer hold of her hips now, I push myself past the entrance. I’m inside, even if just barely. There’s a tactile pop when I get the head of my cock all the way inside of her. I smile as it locks into place, knowing what we’re both in for. In fact, I’m still quite sore. She gasps as I push a little further. Fuck, this feels good. Her ass is incredibly tight, but my pre-cum is making it easier to move forward.
As she starts to give way to me, I speed my movement, but only a little. We work for minutes to find the right rhythm. Slow but smooth, and a little bit further every few thrusts. Still, she screams outright when I push my cock all the way into her ass.
I wait for a moment, then ask, “How does that feel?”
She is not able to speak yet, so against all instinct, I hold still for as long as I can. I very slowly start to retract from her again to give her a break, and she finally says “Amazing! It hurts, but it feels so fucking good!”
“Good,” I say, as I slam my cock back into her and she screams again, clearly experiencing more pain than pleasure, “Just like you imagined?”
Slowly, I begin fucking her, and my cock pulses with intensity – seeming to get harder every time she screams. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this before. I’ve never been this rough with anyone. She’s starting to moan instead, but I think she might also be crying.
For a moment I slow down, and ask “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yes… Ah…” her voice quivers as fiercely as her body when she speaks to me, “Ow… It hurts so bad, but… I f-feel s-soo good.”
She’s definitely crying, but she doesn’t sound upset. It still starts me thinking for a second. ‘Do I care? Should I stop? I don’t think so. She obviously wants this. Apparently I want this too, which is… Interesting. And unexpected. Whatever. This feels so good. She sounds so fucking hot. Fuck it.’ I am immersed in pleasure right now. She looks to be in sexually ecstatic agony right now, and she will probably feel it for a day or two after I finish with her. “You want me to keep going?”
“Yes! Don’t stop. Please.”
“Fuck!” I exclaim. “You are really fucking hot.”
Between shrill gasps, she asks, “Are you close?”
“Ahh!” I call out gutturally in resistance to my impending orgasm, “Yes. Very.”
“Good,” she says, clearly reaching her limit.
I slap her ass again as I drive her toward the ground with the force of my thrusts. She yells pretty loudly. “Too much?’ I ask her.
“Mmm!” It takes her a moment to form even a single word. “No!” She moans as I keep thrusting into her. “Yes! Like that.”
“Oh, yes…” I’m losing some control and my hips are starting to buck erratically with pleasure. I’m almost there. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“Inside! Just keep fucking me until you cum,” she says urgently, “Please,” she punctuates her sentence with a loud moan emitted through clenched teeth and three heavy breaths, “Keep fucking me until you cum. I want to feel you explode in me. I want to feel your cock fill me with cum. It’s my first time.”
It takes practically no time for me to reach the edge of bliss, overjoyed by the pleasure I’ve found in her words, her voice, and inside her tight ass. Having my cock so deep inside her fills me with an overpowering, fundamental mammalian instinct which I have felt only a few times in my life. Each moment was accompanied by the curious sensation of having evacuated my body in an urgent fashion, followed by having abandoned mind and flesh at once. My identity dissolved into nothing as I embraced a total detachment from everything but the pleasure.
With this experience driving my actions, I hold her hips so tightly that I will later find deeply impressed red marks where my nails held her. I’m fucking her like I have honestly never fucked anyone, even in my imagination. I’ve never just fucked someone as hard as possible as an end in itself. I’ve never enjoyed my partner’s pain like this before. Everything is wrong, except it feels unsettlingly, utterly right.
For seconds which feel very much like days, I thrust into her with nearly violent force. She cries out in exquisite, painful delight. It’s her voice that forces me back into my body and mind this time. Long enough to cum, at least.
As I swell one last time she screams one more time before biting her lip and clenching down on me as hard as she can. She feels amazing, and she knows exactly what to do to make me feel exactly what she wants me to. I’m just glad she likes me. Over a few more seconds, she pulls me into her, and the cum out of me. My legs are shaking and my knees are buckling. I’m holding myself by intensifying my grip on her. Hot bursts of liquid pulse into her ass one after another until there is nothing left.
I am breathless. Between my labored attempts at inhaling, I stammer “You are… fucking… amazing.”
She pulls herself off of me, and gracefully moves back to a fully upright position, though I wouldn’t exactly describe it as standing. Seems like she is experiencing similar weakness in her knees, which I find gratifying, then promptly lose my balance and fall to the floor.
“Are you okay?” She asks me urgently.
“I’m alright… Yeah.”
“Good,” she says, “I definitely need you here. I can’t go back to being the only one who sees that something is dreadfully wrong with this place… or time, or… whatever.”
“Thanks,” I say. My voice is tinged with sarcasm but I also understand her sentiment.
“That was great,” she says. The smile on my face is absurd and conspicuous. She smiles back. I pause for several seconds, trying as hard as I can to remember. After longer than I am pleased to admit, she interrupts my obvious mulling and tells me “My name’s Violet.”
“Violet. Yes,” I say, awash in embarrassment and memory-obscuring fog, “That’s right.”
“It’s easy to remember because I’ve had my hair dyed this color for like nine years,” she joked, “Nice to meet you again.”
“Nice to meet you too,” I say as I start standing.
We both break out laughing, even though the joke isn’t that funny. Moments later we’re back on the floor, giggling, until giggling turns to cackling. Fucking endorphins.
