“That was the only gentle one you will have,” he whispered. Gentle? Her body felt battered. She quivered and throbbed. She felt him move over her.
“Now,” he said softly. “Now you will scream for me.” And he thrust hard and deep into her. She arched and screamed. His penis was huge! He ripped into her, forcing her to accept his hot, hard erection all at once. The friction on her vaginal walls was intense. He stretched her, filled her. He was painfully big. “Yes!” His voice held satisfaction. He pulled back. He hurt almost as much withdrawing to the head as he did when he thrust into her. Then he plunged deep into her again. Again she screamed. And again. An hour or longer as she screamed and screamed. Hard, intense, thrusts. And she felt the building tension of another climax. How could this happen? He hurt! How could her body respond like this? He ground his hips against her in a peculiar twisting thrust. She writhed and shrieked. The pain intensified. And she climaxed, screaming, thrashing, her body in rigid spasm again and again as intense waves of pleasure poured through her. Her internal muscles clamped and released, clamped and released on the massive pillar of flesh buried deep in her. And she felt him pulse hard in her, pouring his own hot climax deep into her, intensifying her orgasm. It went on and on. Her climax finally released her.
She lay limp and gasping. Surely he was done. Surely he would stop now. She felt his breath in her ear again. “Was that good?” he whispered. She moaned. He lay heavy on her. “Let’s do it again.”
Again? “No, please…” she whispered. His hips twitched and she realized he was still hard in her.
“But I promised,” he breathed. “A long time.” He pulled back and plunged hard, deep into her. She arched and screamed. He took her, made her scream, until she could not scream any more. Each climax was harder, longer, more intense than the one before. She quivered with the friction of his immense, hard erection moving in her. She had gone beyond pain. Every touch, each twisting painful thrust caused waves of intense pleasure to cascade through her body. She wanted him to stop and was afraid that he would. Again and again, she shrieked with her intense climaxes as he pulsed his hot sperm deep into her. Hours and hours of intense, painful pleasure. Finally, he withdrew from her. She shuddered and trembled.
“Thirsty?” he asked softly. She could only nod. He held a straw to her lips. “Drink it all.” Obediently, she swallowed what tasted like faintly tart lemonaid. When she finished, he untied her. Her limbs felt wooden. And then suddenly she felt on fire. She moaned. He touched her nipples. A shock wave of pleasure. “Do you like my drink?” he asked.
“What..? she gasped.
“A special mix,” he said. “To heighten your senses.” She tried to move and could only twitch. “A side effect,” he explained. “You won’t be able to move for, oh, about two days.” He pinched her nipples. The waves of pleasure poured through her. “It gets better,” he promised. And he mounted her, thrusting hard and deep into her. She screamed as an intense climax wracked her body. He kept thrusting deep into her, each thrust magnified. She climaxed every few strokes. Hard, intense climaxes until she lay throbbing constantly as he moved hard and deep in her to his own pulsing hot climax. She moaned. Her body quivered as he slowly withdrew from her. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’m not done yet.”
“No, please…” she moaned. He lay next to her and placed her unresponsive hand on his huge penis. The hard heat of him made her hand tremble. He began to softly stroke her body, feeling her tremble. He kept her aroused, teasing her nipples, softly rubbing her clitoris, inserting his fingers in her to feel her climaxes as she moaned and begged for him to stop. He kissed her long and hard. “Please…” she whispered. He mounted her again and entered her very slowly. Each inch of him made her nerves burn. She climaxed. Hot waves of intense pleasure poured through her. Slow movement in and out. Exquisite friction in her quivering body.