Decent into the Bull Pen - Sex Stories

Decent into the Bull Pen

... fresh air that came in over my shoulder. The bed rocking steadily with my thrusts. She is slowly becoming use to my size. Every time she relaxes her cunt, however, I slap her right hip the way a cowboy would smack a slow horse, gruffly demanding, " You're going to ride this bull as long as it wants to go, so hold on tight. Yes, good Marcy, suck on it with your tight little cunt." She did her best to comply, although she is getting weak and sore as I ruthlessly plunder her, forcing her open every time she tries to contract around me. After what seems like an endless session, I stop short, laughing breathlessly. " You're starting to like it aren't you? That's my girl. You know you want that big fat cock buried inside you, splitting you in two, you know you want me to pound you until it hurts. You're going to want it even more soon. You'll see. You're learning." Her legs flail as her mind and body blur under this new layer of darkness. A hard hand slaps her on the inside of the thigh, pushing it back open, and I bark, " Just remember what I taught you. You give me what I want and you'll be just fine, you'll like it. Now tighten up again." She can barely move, she struggles to please me once more as her ravaged cunt burns, only she lost the battle and this time my massive cock slips impossibly deeper into her; the pain is blinding, almost like it is in her bowels. She sobs hysterically. My hands scoop under her ass, pulling her halfway off the bed, she could only imagine what the ...

... room looked like. The angle changes and the pain subsides, as I start pumping into her again, my rough hands gripping her legs at the hip joint around me like vises. This time, it feels so good she finds herself wanting me to do this, wanting me to fuck her, wanting me deep and dark inside of her. Stretched under me, she feels at once pulled and pounded, open to my merciless fucking. There is a spot of burning pain, almost not a part of her any more. She is completely unable to move, given over to me, owned. To her own horror, the darkness swept through her and she feels her own orgasm flush, this time drawing low oddly happy sobs from her beyond her control. She feels her own cum streaming down her ass in the cooler room air, now there is no way she can hide her pleasure. I will know, and somehow this made it worse, made her more disgusted with herself, made her more my slave. Then, I tense one last time and I finally, mercifully explode inside her, my hot liquid flowing deliciously deep into her whether she wants it or not. She hears me breathing out, not sighing in pleasure like a lover, but in quiet satisfaction like I'm pleasuring myself in that secret, dirty way. I mutter as I withdraw and lower her back on to the bed, " Next time, we'll really see what you're made of." As soon as I'd finished, I'm gone, the door of the room closed, and she is alone in the darkness again, lightly sobbing and shuddering with exquisite confusion, pain, and tingling pleasure. The darkness ...