She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... thrust deep, her cock swelling inside me—I can feel it thickening, ready to burst—and then she came. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my depths, blasting against my cervix with force that made me gasp. Oh god, so much, it's so much. I can feel it entering me, seeping into my womb, hot and heavy. Each pulse sent more, filling me, stretching me from the inside. My belly... I can feel it growing fuller, distending, a warm pressure that's both foreign and exhilarating. Her cum dripped out around her shaft, running down my ass, but she kept coming, still thrusting shallowly, pushing it deeper.

How can she have so much? It's like she's pouring herself into me, filling every corner, claiming every inch of my insides. I felt a second wave of my own orgasm building as the sensation of being so full triggered another release—a deep, shaking climax that milked her harder, my walls gripping and pulling, desperate for every last drop. She stayed inside me, softening, her forehead pressed to mine, our hearts pounding against each other's ribs.

I can feel the cum inside me, warm and thick, pooling in my deepest places. My belly feels tight, round with the gift she gave me. She was right. I’m going to beg for more!

"That was just the beginning," she whispered.

I barely made it to the guest bedroom. I pushed her onto the bed, a newfound assertiveness surging through me. Her cock was still hard, slick with both our cum—glistening, thick, impossibly long. How am I supposed to take ...

... that again? I wondered. I straddled her, looking down at her, at the woman who had just shattered my world.

This was it. The moment Brandon had jokingly given me a pass for. This sort of counts, my inner monologue screamed, and I embraced it.

I lowered myself onto her, sinking slowly, savoring the stretch as she filled me again. God, it’s so thick—I can feel every inch spreading me open, my walls struggling to accommodate. How is this even possible? I gasped as the head pushed past my entrance, that familiar burn of being stretched beyond what I thought I could handle.


“Fuck, Sarah… you’re so big,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “I still can’t believe I’m taking all of you.”

She grinned up at me, her hands sliding to my hips. “You’re doing amazing, Miranda. Look at you—taking every inch like you were made for my cock.”

I was in control now. When I was fully seated, I began to ride her. I rolled my hips, grinding against her pubic bone, her cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every rotation. She reached up and squeezed my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples, pinching them until they were hard pebbles.

“Yeah! That’s it! Ride me, Miranda. Use my cock. Take what you need.”

“I am,” I breathed, picking up speed. “I’m fucking you, Sarah. I’m riding that monster cock and I love it.”

She laughed, low and husky. “You love it? You’re addicted to it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I can’t get enough—I never want to stop.”

I ...