24 hour YouTube Challenge Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

24 hour YouTube Challenge Pt. 02

... t-shirt up before digging under her reclining body, wrestling with the clasp of her bra.

"Love looking at those firm little white titties movin' as I fuck you," he said pulling her bra away from her chest. This just brought another guttural moan from Elli, her mind aflame with passion.

Deke rose up now, taking Elli by the ankles, her ass pulling free of the mat, a wet imprint of it left behind from the perspiration that seemed to seep from every pore of her body. He held her as easily as if she were made of straw, fucking her with speed and power, her breasts shaking under the hammering blows, Deke's eyes glinting as he looked down at her. The thrusts just seemed to keep coming, rattling Elli, forcing the breath from her lungs, setting her breasts to undulate in time with his powerful lunges.

"Cummming aggaaiiin!" Elli wailed, declaration, protest and utter disbelief in those two words.

"Yes you are," Deke agreed, never slowing. "Once you tapped and turned... that shit jest a natural response then."

Elli stomach hurt, her muscles aching from the contractions of the orgasms and the brutal but effective way she was getting fucked. She had considered herself fit before this, long hikes every weekend, walking and cycling every day. As the orgasm set her leg muscles into convulsions, her abdomen rippling as her pussy seemed to suffer contractions every second thrust of the black cock inside her. Elli swore to herself that she was joining a gym as soon as ...

... possible.

Time lost all meaning for Elli. The camper van, stuffy with the stale air that seemed thick now with the smell of sex, its curtains drawn against the feeble light of a winter's day seemed to exist out of time and space. The live stream updates had given her some feeling of the passing of the hours, a break from the 'sameness' of the small space she had found herself in.

That was gone, at least for now. Deke seemed to never tire, never slacken off, his black cock almost machine like in both its steel hard rigidity and the regularity of its thrusts. The 'ten minutes' average Elli had ascribed to sex had been blown out of the water long ago, nothing about what was happening to her was 'average'.

With no other way to track time, Elli was forced to count the orgasms her aching body suffered through, if by suffering she meant rejoiced in. The first had been big, the second a smaller climax but it had been hard on the heels of the first. Then it became difficult to calculate, a series of small mini orgasms reducing her to sobbing gasps and quivering flesh, six... ten... more? She couldn't separate them much less count them. The last big orgasm however had been dramatic enough to be etched in her memory.

Deke rolled her on to all fours. Elli struggling to make her arms and legs obey her. He solved half the problem by pressing down between her shoulder blades so she slumped forward, her cheek resting on the padded mat, her ass raised up. Elli had never had sex in this ...