My [F]ucking Pussy Got [M]agnificently Destroyed

I got fucked into oblivion. Wrecked. Destroyed.

Saturday night is a blur.

He asked me to go down on him as soon as he got here, passionately kissing me, hungry for me, pulling his gorgeous cock out, so of course I went down on my knees like a good little girl and sucked his cock. I started teasing him, being sensuous, but once he was fully hard, I wanted him all the way in me. His cock was deeper than he’s ever been in my throat, and it was amazing, the choking, the gagging, the slight pain, then forcing myself to relax so that he could use my mouth and throat however he wanted, feeling the lightning flash of orgasm shoot up my spine, blowing the top of my head off, and then I was on the couch, no panties, dress pulled up, and he was inside me at last, and I came, trying to hold back the flood, trying to protect my couch just a little from my gush.

I wasn’t completely successful.

I went someplace in my head, opening further, spinning, falling through space, the only thing real his cock inside me, his voice in my ear, my moans. He was so hard; my pussy was rippling around him as he thrust into me, waves of sensation and orgasm. The heat and the passion of him, wanting his cum, desperate for it, but he held back and teased me and wouldn’t let himself go.

After a bit, I got up and finished fixing our abandoned dinner, and we ate and drank wine and laughed and smoked this fucking crazy ass joint, and somehow, we were fucking on my floor. Yes, I was high, but it was more than the weed. I was completely consumed with lust. I sat on his face and came all over him, face, beard, neck, and chest. Then, he fucked me from behind, and I came and came and made a fucking mess all over my hardwoods, puddles everywhere, at one point my hand splashing into cum, making me laugh before I came again.

Somehow, we made up it upstairs … finally. So much happened, but the sequence of events is a complete jumble. We fucked and fucked and fucked. I put my entire soul into giving him a lingam massage. I ate his ass. We got a toy and I fucked his ass, too, and although we need to find the perfect toy, and although I have to figure the mechanics out better, it was soooo fucking hot to me, seeing him spread before me, feeling like I had a cock made of silver light fucking him, out of my mind with desire, completely uninhibited, feeling 100% like a goddess.

He went down on me again and then slid fingers inside me, and before I knew it, he was fisting me. I can’t describe how it feels. It is incredibly intense. I couldn’t do it with someone I didn’t completely trust, and it’s not something I want each and every time. It puts me in this very primal, emotionally raw place, being stretched and filled like that. Maybe it’s having that much stimulation at my cervix? I’m not sure, but there’s nothing quite like it, in my experience. The orgasms are profound.

I wanted more cock, though, and I got it, and I was even more abandoned and slutty and cockhungry than before. I heard a song in my head that wasn’t being played at the moment, as clearly as if it were coming through the speakers. Trippy af. When he came, it was intense for both of us after having edged him for hours. He flooded my pussy with cum, and it was glorious.

Then we slept for a bit, and I woke up to being fucked a few hours later. I was super groggy, but so into it, and I felt like a completely insatiable fuck doll which was hot, and I came and came and came. It felt so good even though my pussy was beyond tender and sore from the fisting. All I could do was feel and cum and flood. In fact, I was so deep into the experience, that when he came (hot!) and then pulled out of me, it felt almost painful, breaking the connection. Jarring, like ripping off a bandaid. Or shocking, like being thrown into ice cold water when you’re sweaty and overheated. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced anything like it, but it’s a complete and total trip!

We slept, and when I woke up (all too early) I listened to him breathing beside me and so wanted to wake him up and ride him. I got up as quietly as I could to pee and brush my teeth and rehydrate and crept back into bed. When I eventually felt him stirring beside me, I gently went down on him, not even really trying to get him hard at first. I love the feeling of a cock in my mouth, no matter whether it’s hard or soft. Eventually, though, I started sucking a little harder, using my fingers as a cock ring, playing with him, just really enjoying the lazy, Sunday morning head.

I didn’t say no when he wanted to fuck me again.

Somehow, though, before I knew he was going to do it, he stopped and fisted me again! Even fucking after fisting is intense. Fisting after fisting? Even moreso. I felt like a fucking animal it was so intense. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I did have to have him back off just a bit a couple of times. The fucking orgasms!!! God damn!

We finished with him fucking me with his cock again, and it hurt and felt so fucking good all at the same time. It’s going to take me a couple of days to recover.

I fucked my other guy last night, and yep! Still tender.

Destroyed.

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