Reluctant Rescue - Sex Stories

Reluctant Rescue

... Andrea. That means you have a barrier inside you. Sometimes it’s broken by other things, but if not, it’s going to stretch or tear. It’s going to hurt some.” “Is that it? It’s ok then, I want to,” she said. She pressed harder and he made a little thrust upward. He felt the barrier give way and she cried out softly. “Wait,” she gasped. “Let me settle down a little. Jesus that hurt!” There were tears in her eyes and the blue showed through the violet. He held her and ran his hands up and down her back, moving down to cup and massage her butt. He sank his fingers into the resilient flesh and she began to make small movements on him. Each movement took a little more of him inside and she continued until he felt his pelvic bone bump hers. She groaned and rested for a moment. “I feel so good, but it still hurts some.” She cried a little. “It’s not going to hurt in a minute,” he told her. “You’re a very small girl. You have to walk before you can run.” “I want to run,” she said. “It’s starting to feel better. I still feel incredibly stuffed. It isn’t painful; just uncomfortable. I’m getting used to it, though. I’m going to start moving now.” Her hips rose slowly up a few inches and then back down, taking all she could inside her again. Her motions became quicker and she found a rhythm that she liked. The discomfort was gone and she felt a rising excitement. It quickly grew into ecstasy and she gave her pleasure voice. Her moans rose in pitch and became slightly louder. Her body ...

... began to tremble and she thrust frantically against him, seeking the fulfillment of her release. She crested and waves of agonizing pleasure swept over her. She strained against him and shuddered repeatedly. She collapsed against his chest and rested. “Did you cum?” she asked. “No, but I’m not through,” he said. He rolled over on top of her. “Are you sure you’re up to this?” she asked. “Probably not, but I’m not going to notice,” he captured her lips and took her breasts in his hands. His heavy weight, on her and in her was just what she wanted. He began to stroke in her, starting slowly and with shallow penetration. He moved deeper until she reached her capacity and made short, deep strokes. She climbed back to a peak and when she exploded she felt him shudder and explode with her and in her. She could hardly contain her ecstasy and she came in waves as he continued to love her. He slowed his motion and held himself buried deeply inside her. “Laban, you’re crushing me,” she whispered. “I can hardly breathe.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him and she snuggled into his chest. They whispered and rested together until he deflated and slipped from her. She could feel his semen leaking and she got up and cleaned herself with a washcloth. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” she asked him. “I can’t imagine anything I’d like better,” he said. She climbed in again and used the washcloth to clean him as well. She lay against his side; the one away from his wounds and rested her ...