Amherst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Amherst - Part 2

... my parted feet were still on the floor. He immediately placed himself behind me and between my legs. Still holding my hair with his left hand and his stiff dick with his right hand, he anchored himself and rammed his cock up my trembling anus. My reaction was opening my mouth in surprise letting out a dire moan that ended in a high pitch squeal. My eyes almost popped out. I didn’t feel much more than a sliding rod coming up my ass, but I knew he had impaled me too hard, too quick initially. And as I dreaded, a second after, waves of pain began flooding my brain. I screamed and whined to the searing pain, but he pressed my head down against the bed to muffle my sounds of agony. I tried to stop him with my hands. I tried turning around, but to no avail. The biker was just too much stronger than me. He just ignored me and held me down, and had his way with me. It seemed like there was no way out of my predicament. The biker began fucking my ass and I just tried to breathe deeply and relax. He dug deeper and deeper up my rectum, and mercilessly plowed my tender inner flesh with each push. All I could do was bite and clasp the bed linens, and try to assimilate the pain. However, I couldn’t help the tears from beginning to rolling down my face. I started crying. “I tolcha sweet cheeks! I tolcha, ha, ha! I tolcha were gonna cry like a bitch! Ha, ha!” I wanted him to stop, but I could not move. Again, I attempted to free myself by throwing my right arm back to catch his right hand, ...

... but instead he grabbed mine. So he had my head pinned down against the bed and my right arm locked on my back as he continued fucking me. I tried to hold my whimpering while he kept banging my ass since I didn’t actually want anyone to find me in this position, so all I could do was waiting until he was done. However, this guy was a bull. I looked at the clock at the background wall, and ten minutes after the biker started fucking me, it didn’t seem like any of his eagerness was dwindling. His rage and intensity still remained. All the while, he kept talking dirty to me; telling me I was his whore, bitch and cunt, among others, while still ramming me really hard. But then, I had noticed that the pain had waned down. I even started thinking that maybe the situation was not as bad as I had begun to imagine. In my sudden desperation, I had forgotten how quick my body had assimilated in the past. Maybe the situation was not ideal, but the memories of being man-handled and subjected to satisfy someone else’s lust started surfacing. And a hard as it was to admit at that point, the biker’s banging had actually began to feel good. I thought that probably, after a few more moments, the biker would be done, but I was wrong. To the contrary, I was all far from over. “Jay! Hey, Jay! Where the fuck are you?” a guy shouted on the hallway. The voice grew near, but I couldn’t go anywhere. I couldn’t close the damn door; I couldn’t even look at it, because my head was pinned and looking to ...