While I am preparing you for bed, you whisper to me that tonight you
want to get me inside you. I feel this is a forlorn hope, but I keep my
reservations to myself. My cock swells nevertheless with anticipation. In bed, you leave the light on and throw off the duvet. I swell even
more at the sight of your small pale nakedness, naively eager to accept
me. You work your jaws and lick your lips, grinning at me, then raise my
column and slide your wet lips over my huge purple glans.
I can feel
your teeth scratching gently at the taut skin. You push your head down
hard onto me, your lips stretching and thinning into a huge ‘O’, your
cheeks hollowing. Your hands hold my rigid shaft, stroking and rubbing
its ridges and veins. I feel the tip of your tongue probing the eye of
my cock, working its way inside me like a tiny cock. I tell you I am
about to cum. The first gush fills your mouth and throat and spurts out around my
glans. The second, even bigger, bursts out from your lips and cascades
down my shaft, covering your fists. You cough and gag, withdrawing your
head, and the third eruption hits you full in the face. You start to
laugh uncontrollably, still gripping my cock, as I cover your face and
hair in a mask of creamy whiteness which slowly slides down and trickles
off your chin onto your breasts and stomach. Still laughing softly, you fall backwards onto the bed and gulp down the
cum that fills your mouth, then dabble your fingers in the thick streams
that coat your face, drawing them into your mouth, licking your fingers
luxuriously, drawing circles in the liquid on your chest, until it has
all been absorbed into your stomach or your skin. You roll on top of me
and cover us with the duvet, waiting for my erection to return, telling
me how wet and relaxed your tunnel is feeling. When it is time, you slide up until your breasts are brushing my hair,
and work my cock into the valley of your thighs. It’s true, you’re
boiling hot and soaked there. You straddle me and, reaching down, slip
your soft labia around my cockhead, pushing gently backwards to seat me
in the entrance of your tunnel. With little self-absorbed grunts you
work my fat glans deeper between your lips, until the tight sphincter of
your muscles resists my passage. Lubrication is not a problem, you are
just too small for me. You don’t give up, though, leaning harder and
harder against my shaft until I think it is going to bend. I can feel
your muscle ring quivering with the effort, your breasts shaking. I
massage your ass and stroke your inner thighs in sympathy. Suddenly I
lose control and erupt, the jet of cum rasping against your taut vaginal
membranes. It coats your whole pussy and drips onto my stomach. My
hands, clutching your buttocks, are covered by the next pulse. I wonder
if the force of my ejaculation has injected cum into your womb in spite
of the barrier. Eventually I subside and you slump on top of me, your body from waist to
knees slick with spunk, disappointed that once again you were unable to
accept me into you. Gently I massage the sticky fluid into your smooth
skin. You whisper to me that your back entrance feels much bigger than
the front two, and giggle at the thought. Later, I am hard and straining again, and you cannot wait any longer.
You raise my cock vertical and sit on it, wriggling your bottom to prise
apart your buttocks. You don’t need lubrication, there is more than
enough silky cum. Carefully, with your fingertips, and an air of intense
concentration on your face, you pull your anus open and work your
sphincter down over my glans. I can feel your fingernails against my
tender skin. Little moans of delight escape your lips as I stretch you
wider and wider. My cockhead is gripped as in a vice. Not much further
now, and we will be over the widest part of my cock.
You’re whimpering
with frustration and sensory overload, your anus dilated as far as it
can, the tip of my glans already feeling the fierce heat within your
bowels. You reach down and grip my shaft hard in your fists, trying to
pull me up into you. If it doesn’t go soon, I know I will explode again.
You gyrate your hips, trying vainly to work me deeper inside you. The
tension around my glans is almost unbearable. Your hot fists slide up my
iron shaft … and I cum. Hard, aching, fiery, with the force of a
firehose. The jet of fluid forces its way into your rectum, coating your
bowels in cum. Again and again I erupt into you, filling your intestines
with my hot lust, a spunk enema reaching into your very centre. You
groan with disappointment as I begin to soften without having penetrated
you completely. You lie reversed on me, kissing and licking my fat balls, your little
crotch over my chest. You whisper that you don’t think you can hold it
much longer. I push your thighs apart until you are splayed wide above
me, and tease your clenched anus with a finger. You shudder and relax,
and a thick fountain of cum spurts out of your asshole and splashes onto
my neck and face. It’s as if you are repaying me for all my gifts of
semen to you; your sweet ass continues to spurt its contents over me
until I am soaked from head to chest. You wriggle around, still leaking
trickles of cum, and nuzzle against my wet face, licking and sucking,
enjoying the taste of our mixed bodies. We sleep, but in the night I wake to find you rubbing your still-wet
body against me, my painfully hard cock trapped between us. Soon I cum,
flooding the space between us, and as we drift into sleep again the
drying spunk cements us together until the morning.