Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... continued slapping hard on her breasts, until finally, Ben gave in.

Ben had been suppressing his orgasm for a while and now he just took off the brakes. He was sure Claire would be walking bow legged for a week and her tits would be purple much longer than that. The beast he'd come with had been fully fed. There was no point in causing more damage. Ben drank in the scene one last time as he increased the pace of his penetrations. Gripping her bound knees, he opened Claire wider, splitting her cunt lips obscenely. Claire responding to his urgency, managed to focus her eyes and lock onto his, silently urging him to use her, to feed from her, to merge with her and lose himself in her softness. Ben watched as Jeremy landed the slapper hard, directly across Claire's nipple. Claire's eyes widened slightly at the shock but the pain did nothing to break her focus on receiving his need; her eyes still urging him to completion even as her own orgasm continued rolling through her.

Ben sank his bone deep in the oh-so-silky, glove-soft flesh of her steadily clenching ass and let the climax hit, hips locked in place, toes curled into the bedding. For a moment he quit breathing; his jizz erupting from the hard heavy knot he'd built up in his core. Groaning, eyes wet, almost weeping from the intensity of his release, Ben clawed at Claire's thighs; pulled himself as tight as possible against her burning flesh. Buried deep, he savored the endless openness of her pulsing anal cavity. ...

... Claire's anal ring gripped him snugly at his root, but the enflamed head of his massively engorged cock felt no pressure in her depths. Surge upon surge of hot seed shot out unfettered, deep into the void receiving him. That lack of margins was why he loved ass fucking so much: at the end, in that magic moment of complete surrender, it seemed his cock simply dissolved inside Claire, heightening the sense of union.

And finally, it was done. He collapsed on top of Claire, crushing her aching breasts under his weight, his cock still impaling her. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her tightly, shuddering as the dregs of her own endless climax slowly began to drain away. Claire's whole body was tingling, as though every single individual nerve in her body had been taxed to its limit. The ordeal of the past several hours; the violent pain and intense orgasmic release, had left her utterly spent. She didn't even know if she could talk: putting words together seemed beyond her and she simply clung to Ben, stunned and quivering, on the edge of sobbing for no particular reason.

Ben and Jeremy soothed Claire for a while; fed her more chocolate and brought her water, letting her return slowly to a semblance of normalcy. Before long, Jeremy left. Ben made Claire and himself some canned soup, which they ate together in the bed. He brought a warm wash cloth to the bed and cleaned Claire's pelvis of the mingled fluids coating her crotch and thighs. Soon thereafter, he tucked ...