Author's note: This is a fantasy. Got that? Good. It's not real. It's not about or based on real people. It's not supposed to be a genuine description of any reasonably likely physical acts or psychological states.
If you try any of this at home, that's your decision.
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Ada Learns Something
It happened while Stewart was pounding into her from above, using his weight to slam against her cervix on each stroke.
Ada looked up at him, in the haze of almost-exhaustion and pre-orgasmic glow, and suddenly felt herself filled with a warm glow of affection.
She felt an impulse to reach up and tenderly wipe away the sweat pouring down his flushed face. She couldn't do that because her arms were pinned by her legs, which were pinned against her ribcage by Stewart's arms.
They had been going for a while, now.
He had started on her as they undressed, sucking on her pierced nipples until they were aching and tender and then working his mouth down her belly as her jeans came off, passing her carefully trimmed triangle of hair and going down on her with lips, and tongue, and teeth, and fingers in both of her holes, until she screamed and thrashed and squirted into his mouth.
Then she had rolled him over so she could play with his cock and his balls slowly and teasingly until he began to pulse and he took charge again before he came.
He rolled her onto her side and slid behind her, hooking his arm around her upper knee and holding it next to her ribcage as he pushed his thick cock into her with some effort. He fucked her in long strokes, slapping into her hard each time while she held onto the bed's frame above her head.
She clenched her pussy around him as hard as she could and was rewarded by heavy grunting followed by uneven thrusts and finally an explosion deep inside her. With one of his hands holding painfully onto her breast to anchor the arm holding her leg, and his other hand mauling her other breast and nipple, she came at almost the same time.
When he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, she twisted around and wiggled down the bed, lubricating her fingers with some of the come leaking out of her. She used her mouth to coax him back to full hardness, then wiggled two fingers into his arse and began vigorously massaging his prostate until he squirted into her mouth.
She didn't swallow until she had slithered up his body and smeared some of his come onto his tongue.
That was when he grabbed her shoulders and forcibly rolled her over, pinning her to the bed and folding her back on herself before threatening to fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week.
He pounded her brutally while she goaded him on with taunts and lewd suggestions, until she suddenly felt a warm glow suffuse her whole being.
She stared at his face in an almost religious awe, committing every line and plane to memory, and felt her growing orgasm, that she had been resisting until his was inevitable, soaring up and threatening to overwhelm her with ecstasy.
She was pinned to the bed as effectively as a hogtie, and for the first time it felt frustrating instead of erotic.
Suddenly, instead of challenging him to make her come, she was helpless in the face of his aggression and dominant fucking, and could do nothing except gasp out "Fuck me like a cheap whore!" as her third orgasm thundered through her.
The spasms of her cunt finally pushed him into an exhausted spurt before he collapsed onto her, landing heavily on her beasts.
She felt her body burning with joy everywhere they touched. She disengaged her legs from his arms and wrapped them around him, holding him tightly between her thighs.
She felt too good to say anything immediately. She just wanted to hold him and kiss him and lick him and have him slowly fuck in and out of her until she was helpless with exhaustion.
She slid one hand down his back to his arse and wriggled one finger inside him.
He grunted in surprise. "Jesus, aren't you done yet?" He growled.
"Nuh, uh." She squeezed him a little harder between her thighs and wiggled her finger in his arse.
"Want me to fuck your arse until you're crying?"
"Mmm, yes, please."
She felt him shrink inside her, and felt a brief and entirely alien pang of regret and self-recrimination that she couldn't keep him hard
He pulled out and rolled off her, lifting one of her legs to get out of her grip. "I need a shower."
She rolled onto her side to watch him walk away. She saw him surrounded by a bright halo that highlighted every detail of his gorgeous, muscular back and buttocks.
She shook her head. What was wrong with her? She didn't even like her men heavily muscled. She just liked his enthusiasm and his fat cock.
But there was something...
The shower started in the bathroom. Fuck it. She swung her legs off the bed and, walking carefully but still walking, she went to join him.
"I'm still walking, you'll have to try harder," she said as she stepped in and took the soap off him to start rubbing over his back.
He just grunted, and didn't say anything as she soaped herself thoroughly and then used her body to soap his by wiggling all over him.
She tried to entice him back to hardness but he remained stubbornly flaccid as she washed and rinsed him, so she had to content herself with the tingling pleasure of touching him all over.
When he was dry, he collapsed onto the bed and was asleep in minutes. She forced herself to lie on her back, staring at the ceiling while she tried to work out what the fuck was wrong with her. She didn't do lovey-dovey crap. She fucked. In fact, she fucked around, with frequent testing and a small group of trusted friends. What was happening to her now?
She looked across at him, and felt a rising urge to stroke his face tenderly. She shuddered at herself before the urge become irresistible, rolled onto her side away from him and tried to go to sleep.
In the morning, she woke up snuggled against him, with one arm flung across his broad chest and one leg across his hips.
He woke with a groan soon after she did, and pushed her leg off him.
"I have to piss," he mumbled, lurching off to the bathroom still half-asleep.
When he returned, his cock was at half-mast and he was more awake. She was waiting for him, lying on her back, naked and without even the thin sheet that had been all they had needed during the night. She reached out for him with a smile she didn't realise she had until it was set in place.
"Roll over," he growled with a rising cock and a gleam in his eye. "You did ask me to fuck you in the arse until you were crying."
Well, she couldn't argue with that.
She rolled onto her stomach, spread her legs and reached up to grip the bed frame as he knelt next to her on the bed.
He held her down with one hand on her lower back as he felt between her thighs, establishing his absolute dominance over her body. He rubbed her lips roughly, and pushed two fingers inside her as soon as he felt the first trace of dew. She was soon wet enough for him to finger-fuck her vigorously, and to moisten his thumb before pushing it past her puckered sphincter into her arse.
He waited until she was groaning and shivering before he pulled his hand away, pushed his cock into her cunt for a couple of strokes to get it nice and wet, and then slowly forced it into her arse.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax and not fight back as he stretched her open. His was the biggest cock ever to fuck her arse, and it was on the very limit of what she could stand.
She bit her lip and involuntarily tightened her grip on the bed frame, but after his head had bulldozed into her, it wasn't so bad and she could start enjoying the feeling of his shaft rubbing in and out of her.
