He was stretching me out more than I’d ever been stretched before. I felt like I was cumming just from the slow, hot strokes. His mouth had once more found my nipples and the pure ecstasy coursing through me brought me to a crescendo of trembling legs and convulsing, rolling orgasms.
Through the rest of the night we tried out every position we could think of. At times it was slow and hot, other times fast and intense. I couldn’t decide which I loved more, the feel of him slowly pressing into me, pushing insistently to stretch me out, or the intense pounding that left me gasping for breath as he wrapped his long fingers around my throat and pinned my wrists over my head.
We finally collapsed in a tangled heap of legs and arms and sleept. Waking to the feel of his breath on my forehead, I looked down and marveled at the beauty of our bodies intertwined, a masterpiece of ebony and ivory, hardened muscles and soft curves.
The pale, cool light of the sunrise found it’s way through the lonely window near the ceiling and splashed across his face. I couldn’t resist that full, beautifully sculpted mouth. My gentle kiss woke him and I felt his mouth respond to mine. The heavy arm that had been loosely wrapped around me tightened. Before I knew it he was on top of me, one arm still holding me tightly while he looped the other up under my right leg and pinned it to my chest.
I was still very tender, sore, and swollen down there but felt that hot flush once more. I was tighter than I’d been the night before from all of the swelling and it caught him by surprise. He moaned and pressed his face against my neck. I whimpered in pain and pleasure as he picked up the speed. His shoulders trembled and he went still, pushing deep into me as he came. His hips gyrated against me a few more times and the intensity pushed me over the edge again.
Hours later, I woke up from the morning nap I’d indulged in after getting home. Without thinking I quickly sat up in bed and winced. And smiled.
If you got this far, thank you for reading. It was a bit of a struggle to write this using just my cell so if you stumbled across a weird word or typo you now know why. This is just me recounting a wonderful night that I had a few years ago.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/600b27/my_first_time_with_a_bbc_mf_ir_part_2
Beggars can’t be choosers but it was kind of a let down. The first part was so detailed and long, building up to be a great story and the second part is kind of short and rushed :/