Devil Dick [FM]

*This is a long post because it’s my first one and I haven’t settled on how much backstory and detail is necessary here, so please be kind with feedback and if there is interest, I’ll share more. If you’re just looking for the sex, scroll down to the asterisks.*

My junior year of high school at an all girl’s Catholic school, I started dating.. we’ll call him Daniel. I was practically a virgin when I met him and had little experience with men, let alone ones who were hypersexual. Like so many young dummies, I thought I was in love. *I want to mention here that it’s not impossible to love someone at that age, only that this wasn’t it.* I also watched a lot of movies so I thought that love was worth destroying yourself over. I enjoyed the sex but because I had so little experience, I had no idea how amazing he actually was in bed. I was addicted. I stopped at his house on my way to school, lifted my plaid skirt and fucked him while he was half asleep with his twin brother still in the room. I stopped on my way home from school on days that I didn’t have practice and let him destroy me again. It’s not until my 30s that I look back and realize that he was sleeping with women of all ages and that’s actually the most likely reason he was so good. So good that all these years later, I still think about some of our experiences together when I’m fucking myself. I owe those women so much. I digress..

I put up with so much shit from this kid, it eroded my self worth down to almost nothing. I was dick hungry constantly and he was still fucking **everyone**. Parties that he would be gracious enough to allow me to show up at, he’d still be fucking someone in the house while I was playing beer pong in the barn or getting his dick sucked in the driveway. If I called him in an emergency, he’d have the girl he was fucking when I called him drive him to pick me up. He lied constantly and whenever I tried to break up with him he’d show up at my mom’s house in the middle of the night at my bedroom window. He’d do anything to get me back but stop fucking everyone else. And it always worked, as long as he kept fucking me. I’d take him back and he’d fuck me until I couldn’t breathe while he apologized and cried into my tits. By the time we graduated I knew all about him and how awful he was, but he was still so possessive and strong and had that demon dick so it took me a couple years to get away for good.

By our sophomore year in college, I had zero sense of self worth and was so worn down from life circumstances that I couldn’t emotionally connect with anyone if my life depended on it, but he’d still drive three hours to my school whenever I called him for sex. I’d slept with so many other people since I got to college, but even ones with a decent cock couldn’t fuck me with the same energy that he could.

It was summer and classes hadn’t started yet. I was on campus early for cheer camp so aside from other sports, campus was pretty empty. I fucked a handful of the football players but it was never the same with them. (The soccer players were a different story.) I called him a couple days prior to make plans for him to drive up and meet me after practice and maybe spend the night, depending on how bad we fought after the sex. We were wrapping up practice and I saw his stupid green Sunfire drive past and head to the dorm parking lot. I hated him but fuck, I couldn’t wait to feel that dick. As soon as we were allowed to leave, I grabbed my bag and ran across the grass, through the courtyard, up the street and into the dorm. I took the stairs two at a time and threw the door open to see him posed like an idiot, naked on my bed.

There’s a thing that happens to a man’s face when he takes in a woman who catches him off guard. Their jaw goes a bit slack and their eyes go wide and they freeze. It’s a combination of fear and awe and it takes them a minute for the circuitry to reconnect. I’ve seen this happen a few times in my life, but this time was the first. I didn’t know what it meant back then so I stood still, wondering if I should be embarrassed about something.

I’m 5’4”. My dad is Mexican and my mom is Bulgarian, so I’ve always been a bit olive with long dark hair and curves in the right places. The summer sun brought out my freckles and I was covered with a light sheen after practice in the heat. I hadn’t seen him in months. I wasn’t heavy before, but I’d cut some weight after a few months as a mail carrier in the Midwest heat. I was at the gym several times a day out of boredom on campus and had just been moved from a base to a flyer on the squad, so I was probably 115 lbs.

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“C.” He started to regain control of himself and grinned like the Cheshire cat while whipping his dick back and forth to smack his thighs. He hopped off the bed and into the middle of the room and put his arms up and twisted his hips back and forth so his dick swung around and slapped his hips. He had muscles everywhere and even though I took his abs for granted, I still enjoyed the show. Jesus, he was so stupid. All muscles and dick, nary a brain to be had. Still silent, I dropped my bag at my feet and smiled as I closed the distance between us in two strides. I put my hands on his muscled shoulders and he pulled me into his chest with one hand between my shoulder blades and the other sliding towards my ass. Our faces were inches apart and we were both smiling like two kids who were getting away with something they shouldn’t.

“Hi,” I finally said. He bit his bottom lip and kept smiling. I leaned closer and flicked my tongue at his upper lip. I felt the hand at my lower back press harder and I felt his cock against my thigh. Our mouths met and I felt him harden against my leg. I moved my hand down to feel him. I tightened my grip and gave him long, slow strokes as I sucked his tongue and signaled with my hips that I was ready for him. He stepped backwards towards the bed and sat down. I was still wearing my cheer shorts and sports bra with a t-shirt over top with the sleeves cut off. I pulled my shorts and panties down quick and stumbled out of them. My roommate and I had our beds bunked with mine almost on the floor. I had to duck to get in bed on top of him, but the bed above me was amazing for finding leverage in an infinite number of ways.

I leaned forward to make room for him underneath me and without waiting I eased onto his hard cock. “Oh my God..” I hadn’t had him in awhile so I put my hand on his chest and raised my eyebrows at him, giving him the signal to start easy. He bit his bottom lip and nodded. I raised my hips up to give myself a moment and we both looked down as we watched his enormous cock ease its way into my tight pussy. I came off of him to give myself another moment but his hips bucked instinctively and I felt his head spread my lips apart and push out against my walls. Guys that age get so hard, sometimes it feels like that part of them can’t possibly belong to a human.

With my upper back against my roommate’s bed, I held still and let him take care of working his way in. My hands were both on his abs now and I felt them flex against my fingers as he finally worked his way deep enough inside that I was about bottomed out. We both slowly lowered down together and once his back was flat against the bed I let gravity handle the next part. I dropped a leg off the bed and let myself settle completely onto him. He sunk so far into my cunt I thought he was going to come out my throat. I felt myself start to squeeze and his shaft throbbed. I did a little hip wiggle to make sure he was as deep inside me as he could go and I leaned forward and swung my leg back onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and I kissed him. I felt his tongue in my mouth while I raised and lowered my hips, gently bouncing on his cock and feeling every vein. I clenched my pussy and rolled my hips around the head of his dick and while I grabbed his face and turned his head. I nibbled his ear lobe and dug my nails into his cheek while I gave the word.

*“Do it. Go.”*

It was the green flag he’d been waiting for. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me forward a bit so he could pull his knees up. With every bit of strength he had, he thrust his dick as deep inside me as it would go and he pumped that cock in me over and over and over until I couldn’t breathe. My eyelids lowered and my eyes rolled up into my skull. He grunted while I kept groaning “ohhh myyy gooodddd” over and over and over. He fucked me like this every time. This was how we always started. He fucked me like that until I thought I was going to pass out and I slapped at his chest. For as much of an asshole as he was, he (almost) never pushed me past the point that I couldn’t handle it. I lifted my shirt over my head to give myself a break and his eyes dropped to my tits bouncing and bulging in my sports bra. I don’t think he was a tits man, but he enjoyed the sight. He kissed me and pulled me underneath him. He put my legs behind my head and I grabbed his face and pulled it to mine while he delivered hard, deep thrusts. I kissed him hard, pulling away enough to say “fuck. Fuck. Jesus Christ” over and over while he fucked me. I moaned his name into his mouth and arched my back. That was the romantic portion of the event. The next part was the home stretch.

I twisted my body and let him fuck me doggy. I don’t know if he fucked me harder this way or if I was just ready to tap out from the intensity of it, but I crawled off the bed so that my hands were on the cold tiles and I was more or less in a wheelbarrow position. I wasn’t facing him so I don’t know how he did this, but he just grabbed at my hips and ass and pulled himself into me. I clawed at the shitty rug on the floor and drug myself across it, trying to escape the intensity but he kept fucking that cock up into me and slamming into every spot, lighting my brain up like the 4th of July. I didn’t know how to have an orgasm from someone’s dick at that age but if I had it again today I would be squirting everywhere.

Exhausted, I twisted my body again so that I was on my back with one of my legs crossed over the front of me to give me some space. He grabbed my leg with one arm and put his other one behind my head. He fucked me like that until I was screaming and biting his shoulder. He was fucking indestructible and never cared how deep my nails dug or how hard I bit him. He loved the pain of fucking as much as I did. He also didn’t care who heard us and never made any effort to cover my mouth or quiet me down. I felt his strokes getting more deliberate and knew he was close. He kissed me hard as he fucked me and when I felt him give one hard thrust, pause, and then another, I knew it was time. He pulled his mouth away from mine and pushed himself up. He pulled his dick out and leaned his hips forward so his balls were just above my pussy. We both stared while he stroked his cock hard and fast until he shot rope after rope across my stomach, across my bra, and up onto my neck and in my hair.

I watched him catch his breath. He was glistening with sweat and his chest was heaving. I saw him look around and knew he was searching for a water bottle. We were both athletes so we always had them everywhere. I rolled over and reached for the mini fridge door and grabbed a cold one and handed it too him. He drained it in seconds and I grabbed a second and tossed it to him to drink slower. Everything was routine. It was so comfortable and felt so good in so many ways.

I sat up and told him I needed to shower. I grabbed my towel and toiletries and headed for the door. He followed me for round two.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/swvmva/devil_dick_fm