Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14

... me. It gave me the resolve to sit up, and I planted my hands on his chest, noticing how my arms pushed my boobs together. I adjusted my legs so I could get leverage, and I started to ride him. Properly. For the first time.

It was definitely not easy for me, I couldn't bring my hips high enough to fuck the whole length, and he was hitting me so deep that I had to be careful about how I dropped my hips as I slammed down on him. He hits past my cervix in missionary already venturing into my fornices, and he hits it again like this but at a different angle or something, it's more uncomfortable than pleasurable this way, at least at this point. Not to mention he's so thick that it just tires me out quickly trying to be on top. But I tried, he groaned and tried to thrust to meet my hips every time, which definitely helped, and he alternated between watching my boobs bounce for him, and reaching up to play with them, squeezing and teasing them the way I love. Occasionally I'd get tired and lean down a little to let my boobs sway in his face so he could latch on and drink a little. I know this position was doing a lot for him, but it was putting a lot of strain on me, and eventually I had to come to a rest, letting my hips rest on him.

I felt my eyes sting like I was going to cry, I was just getting so frustrated that I couldn't ride him the way I wanted to. "I'm sorry--" I breathed, almost whined. "I can't, you're so big."

He rubbed the tops of my thighs reassuringly. ...

... "It's okay, you did what you could, and you did SUCH a good job." He said, praising me softly. "Do you want to switch?"

I nodded my head dejectedly. "Yeah, I don't think I can move much more." I admitted.

"Okay." He said simply. And then he sat up and, without pulling out of me, held my lower back and rolled us over so I was laying across the bed. I yelped in surprise at the quick reversal, and then brushed the hair out of my face when we landed. He wasted no time and started pumping into me, immediately causing me to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh god... oh my god, fuck... isso good..." I rasped as I could hear him breathing heavily. I looked down and could see the way his thickness pushed my lower abdomen out as he entered me. It still gave me a weird sort of surreal thrill. He wasn't fucking me as hard as he had done the morning after our first time, I'm assuming he's waiting for me to give him a go ahead before he goes HAM again, but he was fucking me with steady, deep strokes, it felt so good, and wasn't too taxing on my body, by his standards at least. I held my boobs and moaned in happy satisfaction as I let him fuck me, all the frustration at not being able to ride him to completion quickly left my head. Eventually he hooked his arms under my knees, so my legs hung over his shoulders, giving him a more intense angle as he essentially folded me in half and pounded against me. I could really feel his balls hitting against me at the end of each stroke, and it was almost ...