“Did I say you could speak?” He asks, in a lethal tone, so low and against the shell of my ear. I shudder and decide not to test him. “You talk so much; it’s a wonder how those other two haven’t fucked you into silence yet. I plan to rectify that.”
He uses his free hand to pull my pants off of my hips, and he lets them pool around my ankles. He kicks my feet with his boots, just as far as the waist of my pants will let them go. I hear him release his belt with one fluid movement, and the metal buckle clatters against the floor. “You’re going to want to bite onto that cushion.” He warns, “Unless you want the other threeto come in here to join me. I’m sure they’d love to use you with me.”
I obey his warning and clamp my teeth on the cushion the best I can, effectively gagging myself.
I feel his tip push inside my pussy, and he stills, as if he’s letting my body try to accommodate his size. But the stretching I’m already feeling is burning, and I’m already regretting my earlier confident words. He inches in deeper, just barley and my breath leaves my lungs as I say, “I can’t, it’s too much.” It’s a pathetic whine around the cushion I’m biting down on.
Dean tuts his tongue three times, “Little Zoe, that’s not what you said earlier. You can and you will.” I whimper as he goes in even deeper, and I swear I can almost feel him pushing my insides out of the way to invade my body. And with no warning, patience completely lost, he forces himself into the hilt, and I gasp for air, releasing the chair cushion from my teeth.
If at all possible, his grip in my hair gets tighter and he yanks my body upwards, so my back is against his chest. “Fuck!” I cry, no longer concerned if the others hear me, I can’t hold it back any longer. He stays still, getting settled in my pussy. “Look at that.” I can hear the awe in his voice, his free hand runs against my lower stomach. “It’s like this little body was built for me.” His grip loosens to let me look down at where his hand rests on my stomach and a choked sound escapes my lips. He’s so big that I can see the outline of his cock, my stomach distended and swollen where he sits inside of me. “Holy shit, Dean.” I moan, the pain finally morphing into a pleasurable fullness I’ve never felt before.
“Shh, I know.” He grunts in my ear. The moment of calmness is gone in an instant when he pushes me back overthe edge of the viewing chair, he pulls out of me and slams into me with an unrelenting force that pushes a sound out of me that I can only describe as animalistic. Dean releases my hair but steals my arms from me and pulls them behind my back, crossing them over each other. He holds onto my forearms and uses them as handles as he quickens his pace. Pumping into me at a force I wasn’t prepared for. “Your greedy pussy is sucking me back in, don’t you feel how she’s gripping me?” He asks, but he’s fucking me too hard to speak. Every sound that pours from my mouth is pitiful and unintelligible.
I cry out through gritted teeth, and his position adjusts again, and he is getting even deeper. He hits a spot inside of me that brings stars to my eyes.
There is an electric current coursing through my veins, pulsing as he continues to abuse that spot that I know only he can hit. With a pained cry I crumble, coming with sobs.
“That’s my girl.” He praises, thrusting me through the orgasm. His pumping gets more erratic, and the pace is unmeasurable, and when he locks up, his cum fills me to the brim. His hot milky cum seems to coat my insides.
I lay there, breathless, and spent. But as I begin to sit up straight on weak legs, he forces me back down. “No, I’m not done with you.” He barks, and my spine locks up. I’m able to see over my shoulder that his dick is still hard, and full of energy.
“H-how?” I ask, and I can hear the panic in my own voice, despite my effort to hide it. Dean hears it too and just responds with a dark smile.
“Has anyone ever fucked this ass before?” He asks. I feel all the blood in my body go still, like my heart had stoppedpumping it. Fear creeps into all my nerves and I struggle to get the word out, “N-no. Never.”
He hums in approval and spreads my cheeks open. The sudden burst of cold air makes goosebumps rise across my skin, setting every cell on edge. He swipes the cum leaking from my abused cunt and smears it across the tight muscle, slightly massaging it before pushing one finger in.
The sensation is so new, I choke back my shock, but it quickly transforms into a pleasure I’ve never experienced. I catch myself pressing into the sensation, giving into the new invasion. A dark chuckle rumbles from him, and he pushes another finger in, and I let a moan squeeze out of my gritted teeth.
“Just breathe baby, like I said, you were made for me.” And with that simple instruction, he presses his tip against the ring and slowly slides himself into me. I choke on my inhale but try to obey his instruction and I let my exhale out slowly. He feels my body relax to the new feeling and pushes deeper.
Everything is on fire, I want to cry but rejoice at the same time, I want to reject but bathe in the feeling. The hurt is exactly what I was craving all along, so I continue to breathe through each pained progressive impale.
Eventually, he is fully seated in my ass. It hurts, but he gives me a moment to adjust to the pain, letting me rock myself against him to let my skin stretch around him. The speed quickens and I can feel my body quickly accepting it. “Fuck, fuck!” I cry, already feeling my second orgasm wanting to crash over. Before I can stop it, the wave forces itself over me, and I shatter beneath the strength, as if a built up pressure has finally burst out of me. And the mess that showers and coats the floorbeneath me is such a new sight, I didn’t even believe it could be possible.
I’ve never actually seen a female ejaculation before, much less experienced one, even more so; one that was triggered from anal.
“Holy shit, I’ve never-.” My words get lost in the air around me as he picks me up from the backs of my legs. He holds me there, with my back still to his chest, but now with my legs lifted and splayed open to the room, completely exposed. I trust that he won't drop me, so I let my hands grip his when they settle on the backs of my knees.
Gravity takes force, and my body sinks down onto the entire length of his cock, effectively impaling myself on him. I cry out, feeling him so deep I’m convinced he might fill my throat as well.
“Now play with yourself.” He demands with no trace of request in his voice, so I oblige. Letting my right-hand fall, I begin to rub fast circles against my clit. And the combination of the pain and pleasure sends another orgasm wracking through my body. I let a moan escape my lips and my head rolls back to land on Dean’s shoulder, his thrusts are so violent and fast, I know he’s close to finishing as well.
And in sync, we both break apart. He comes with a roar, biting into my shoulder, making me cry out again. Another pop floods out of me as the orgasm rolls out of me, in so many waves I feel like it’ll be never ending. He slows down but continues to pump into me, rocking me through the many crashes of euphoria weeping out of me.
Eventually the waves cease, but the ecstasy stays. He gently lifts me off of him but cradles my body into his chest.Luckily the other three didn’t barge in, because I know I’ve reached my limit. This was a moment just for me and Dean, and I can’t help but think that it was special. He gave me a first, and he gave me an actual out of body experience.
He carries me through the house, both of us still stark naked, but we make it to his bedroom without a single interruption. A big part of me is relieved that we are still living in our own bubble. He places me on his bed with such tenderness, you would have never guessed that he broke me into a million little pieces just minutes ago.
He disappears into his bathroom for just a second but returns with a warm damp washcloth and begins softly cleans my core, taking care of me with such benignity like all the others do every time they wring me dry. However, he places a soft, careful kiss to my mound before he tosses the rag away to climb into the bed next to me.
“Can I get you anything?” Dean asks as he tucks me under the duvet and fluffs my pillows.
I hum with my eyes closed, snuggling deeper into the bed, “Maybe some water?” I yawn.
“And?” He stands from the bed and slips on a pair of sweatpants.
My eyes fly open with a sudden craving, “I need a grilled cheese!” It comes out as a yelp that I was completely unprepared for, and he gives me a bright smile.
