The Stranger - Sex Stories

The Stranger

... pleasure he was able to f***e into me. He looked up at me for only a second, again. In that second, he nodded his head only once with a calm expression to his handsome bearded face. Though I didn't know if that nod meant 'thank you,' 'good job,' or 'we're done,' I did get the feeling its meaning was somehow a positive one. Another weak rope of cum shot up from my prick and dribbled across my lower stomach. Just as another lesser one was climbing up my shaft nearing the end of my load, The Stranger shoved forward and thrust his massive eleven inches all the way back up inside me, bursting past my newly closed ass-ring and shooting burst- ing white lights up into my brain. I gasped, arched, bucked, and felt the last of my load begin a long continu- ous drool of dribbling cum down the length of my prick. In a shocked daze, I felt my body shifted and turned...thick cock twisting up inside me...coming to rest with my back against a mountain of hair and sweaty muscle...a big firm comfortable bicep pillowing my head...a big hairy arm across my chest...a thick muscular hairy thigh thrown across my legs and securing me in its grip...laying in a wet pool of my own cum. The Stranger took my face in his huge beefy hand and kissed me hard. His tongue ran like a snake down my throat. “When will your parents be home?” He asked. I said “ Day after tomorrow.” “Great! We have all night and tomorrow I can call over some friends of mine who would love to fuck you as well.” Saying this, The Stranger scooped up my body like a sack of feed and headed upstairs.