Over the bed, my pussy up in the air and ready for him, I love the way he’s talking to me now. “I can’t wait to fuck your sexy pussy,” he says. “I love your curvy body and your dripping wet cunt.”
The low growl he has in his voice is disarming. But in a good way. If it wasn’t for the bed supporting me, I’d melt to the floor with what his voice is doing to me. How weak in the knees and belly I feel under the rumble in his words.
“I can’t wait to give you a taste of what you did such a good job preparing— making hard for me,” he says, teasing my lips with his head. Even with just the slightest touch, I’m going crazy. I want nothing more than to lean back and impale myself on him, but he puts a hand on my back, as if sensing that desire. “I can see how hungry you are for me, so I’m gonna let you have it. All of it.”
On “all of it” he wiggles his head on my pussy lips, before pushing it part way into my hole. For a moment, there’s a pocket of silence. In it, I hear a wrapper of something being opened. I hear latex, then the snap of a condom’s edge, but I’m too hungry to have that disturb me.
The moment he enters me, the feeling of how thick and hard he is, is breathtaking. It’s so full of texture, so full of meaty, warm parts, I almost lose it right there. I tremble, feeling my lips stretching for him. With each passing inch, I’m being pulled wider and wider, but it feels amazing, addictive, like an itch that can only be scratched when my pussy is filled to bursting.
I tremble as Brandon pushes further into me, hitting the top of my cervix and womb with his head. Down from this I feel absolutely full. Swollen, like I’ve had gallons of water to drink, or a few pounds of food. But as uncomfortable as it feels, it also feels pleasurable.
I moan, saying, “I’m so full.”
“Are you?” Brandon’s voice is light, but smoldering. Curious and commanding. “Well, just think. That’s not even all of me, but you’re a good girl for taking all that you can.”
With this, he moves the hand he’s had on my back to my hips. The other hand comes to the other side in the next second, working to rock me back and forth on him. On the toned and hot length of him. “And without complaining one bit.”
As he moves me gently up and down on him, I don’t even feel him leave. I don’t feel any end to my pussy or his shaft. Each continue on and on like a blissful, wet Nirvana.
The only thing that lets me know how much he’s moving in and out of me is the sound of my juices squishing and dribbling under the movement. Also, the feeling of cramping and stretching that follows, but neither is painful or too unpleasant to stop. It just makes me feel all the more filled, all the more dominated by his cock, and that’s what I want. It’s the only thing that’s going to keep the nightmares and bad memories away.
“How full are you now?” Brandon asks, pressing his dick in to me and carefully dragging it out again. Each motion is designed to make me feel stuffed by him, so that’s exactly what I answer.
“Stuffed,” I groan pleasantly, wishing I had more room for him. If I did, I would take him all the way up to his balls. But I settle for something almost as good.
I look between my legs as he fucks me, enjoying the fact that I can see at least three or four more inches of him below my lip line. He really is that big, I think, feeling torn between a delight and fear, at least four inches of him won’t even fit in me. And he’s so thick, too!
On thinking and seeing this, my pussy lips tighten, squirting thicker, creamier looking juice down him. I squeal, enjoying how my extra juice seems to encourage him. My squeal seems to get him to fuck me a little harder. And that’s when I get to see his silky, glistening length spear in and out of me like a magical beast.
“I love your big appetite, Juliet,” he growls. “It makes me happy to feed you.”
Brandon take some of the extra juice I’ve given him, and uses it to rub the front of my pussy. He rubs my clit, lips and hood with it. The moment his fingers touch down I’m crying. I’m feeling consumed by pleasure and pain. My memories of being notified of my father’s death in combat; memories of how empty I’ve felt since then, all come rushing back to me, but not in a bad way, strangely.
I lean into Brandon’s rough, knowledgeable fingers. I let his cock pound faster and faster into me, even though part of me feels like I’ll break. I think I might split into two under his long, hearty member. But I don’t ask for him to stop. I just let him keep going, knowing it’s the only way to break the cycle of bad dreams.
Through my stomach and heart ache I say, “Fuck my pain away.” Tears start streaming down my cheeks, and I lean more and more into his fingers. Into the orgasm I can feel building. “Fuck it all away, please, Brandon. Just make it go away!”
Without any word from him, Brandon picks me up and fucks me with my legs dangling over his big muscled arms. He keeps me suspended on him, much like I imagine he might in my fantasy. And, like in my fantasy, now I can really see how much bigger than me he is— how much more of his cock there is left to go, even after I’ve been stuffed to my rafters.
And it makes me crazy. I put a hand down my front, and began to rub myself off. I time my rubbing, vibrator-like movements to his inward motions. To the feeling of his head bumping into my womb.
I cum shortly after being taken up in his arms and fucked in this way, but I don’t stop and neither does Brandon. He keeps pumping me, even after I’ve had my first and second orgasm. It’s only as I’m reaching my third that I feel him start to inflate. He’s warm and throbbing, and I know he’s close.
We cum at the same time, but something happens to me that’s never happened before. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s as if I ejaculate. Whatever I do, I release a fountain of liquid all over him and all over the floor with my third orgasm. It comes out of me with a scream. It dribbles down and out of me after the initial squirt, and I feel truly spent. Exhausted.
I want to murmur apologies for losing myself on him. For doing whatever it is I just did, but I don’t have the energy and neither does Brandon. He just takes me off his hot, large cock and places me in bed, drying me in the sheets.
Before I realize what’s happening, Brandon’s climbed in bed next to me. He wraps his strong, cool arm around me and just tells me to sleep.
For the first time in a long time, that actually sounds good to me. This time as I fall asleep, my mind is on Brandon.
Briefly I wonder if I’ve given too much of myself to this man. A man I just met. But, as I fall into a warm, gooey dream, filled with thoughts of him in my mind and his strong arms wrapped around me, I don’t care. I’m too happy and too at ease right now to disturb my good feelings.
Even with reality.