Loosing my mind at the gloryhole – Part 11 – [Futa+F][First Person][Extra large cock][gloryhole][vaginal][anal]

*This started out as roleplay sparked by a prompt on* r/futarp *but along the way developed into a full blown story which I would like to share here.*

*It features futa+female and very large cock, but it touches on a lot of other kinks and gets very graphic. Be warned.*

*The characters were not given any names because of the anonymous nature of the gloryhole so the different points of view, both in first person, will simply be indicated by “Her” the futa and originator of the idea and “Me”, which is kind of self-explanatory.*

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***Her Chapter 11: (missing)***

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***Me:***

Give it to me, I scream inside my head, as I try to inch closer to the wall, my ass hanging over the table now. But only unintelligible moans come over my lips.

I release my hands as the cocks own movement has caught up.

Yes, I can feel it. I lie back now giving myself fully over to the thrusting motion. My body trembles.

To allow it to go even deeper I raise my hip. And it immediately fills up the offered space.

It is everything I hoped for and more.

Because suddenly, I can feel it hitting my cervix.

Usually this would hurt really bad, but my brain simply has no neuron receptors left to register. Everything is flooded, drowned out by orders of magnitude larger than normal dopamine levels. The signal coming from inside me, where the tip bottoms out, is thus (mis)interpreted as pure pleasure and it sends me far over the edge in a cascade of orgasmic waves erupting from my inside and washing all over my body.

A fountain of squirt erupts from my cunt spraying cock and wall in front of me.

I have never experienced anything like it, as I simply lacked the necessary brain chemistry.

The red mist in front of my eyes is pierced by small flashes of white light, because my optical nerve has also been compromised.

I can only lie there as orgasm after orgasm is pumped through my body, because the cock continues to thrust into me in slow methodical rhythmic motion, oblivious to what is going on in my head.

Focusing on my moans of ecstasy it is desperately trying to battle its own aftermath fatigue and shrinkage, by keeping just the right level of good stimulus. Too much and it would hurt, not enough and it would result in the loss of what is now left of its impressive erection. Finding and holding this sweet spot is difficult.

But every time it bottoms out, it sends fireworks up my spine and sprinkles of fluid are released from my fuckhole.

My higher brain functions have almost shut down as I am reduced to fuck meat for the steady, relentless thrusting filling me.

This could very well be my end, but my brain is not fully beaten yet.

There is one command still active, burned into my neocortex:

DEEPER!

Orgasm after orgasm is pounded into me. I am a slab of red hot metal steadily being hit with a massive blacksmith hammer and every time the hammer comes down a thousand sparks fly.

Nevertheless frustration builds inside me as my brain’s last demand is not fulfilled.

Because my cervix will not break open, not for a cock that is still as flaccid as this one.

Deeper!

Deeper!

Deeper!

There must be another way.

And there very well may be.

Between the sparks flying there are short moments where I can act.

I try to turn.

Inch by inch my feet move on the wall and I rotate my body, while still being speared in the eternal steady rhythm. I make it to my left side. Some part of me remembers that I loved this position.

A few more steps. I try to stretch my left arm towards the wall behind me and with one more step I manage to roll over on my stomach, my knees dropping and hitting the floor.

Still I am being thrust into and it now shakes my body with every stroke. I grab for the table’s edges with both hands and try to get into a comfortable kneeling position as my legs are spread absurdly wide.

Still the ultimate command reverberates in my head.

As I remove my hands from the table I lie on my left cheek and breasts on the horizontal wooden plane. My right hand tries to get a hold of the greasy piston moving in and out of me and I manage to get my fingers loosly around it. My left hand I bring between my ass cheeks from above and I try to spread the meat away from my puckered hole.

I focus on the cocks rhythm and in the very moment it has retreated the most, almost leaving my pussy, I grab it and move it upwards to my waiting asshole.

First thing I feel is my eyes bulging as I am being entered from the rear in a clean unhindered motion.

All the lube and cunt juice is making it really easy.

Nevertheless a sharp gasp escapes my lung as air is pushed out.

Then the piston moves out again and I take a deep breath closing my eyes.

Amazing! I felt the cock already going deeper in its first stroke than it ever had in my pussy.

But unexpectedly it misses a beat. The owner must have noticed the change in orifice.

Suddenly I am anxious that perhaps she would deny me anal sex, because maybe she found it to be filthy.

My doubts are dispelled as I can feel being entered again, with more force than before, this time holding position for a moment, enjoying the feeling of my deep ass.

Again she moves out and instantly back in, driving her cock home.

I gasp again as I am rocked by this new invigorated attack.

That was again deeper than before.

My hands are still at my ass holding my cheeks open in order to welcome the intruder. But I now have to let go and grab onto the table. Just in time as I am rocked again by the cock forcing itself into my ass.

My brain rejoices seeing its sacrosanct command fulfilled over and over again.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cy8eir/loosing_my_mind_at_the_gloryhole_part_11