Chapter 13.2
With no-one around us, and only a few woodland animals for company, the ragged breaths from sprinting were quickly replaced by ragged breaths of passion. The sounds of the birds became quiet in my mind, the whispers from Ellie echoing instead. All the things she mentioned, the power, he heat, the intensity coursed through me. My ass was practically tingling, if I hadn’t been tucked I would have been hard as I could ever remember, the pressure was both unbearable and delicious in equal measure.
I tried my best to lead the kiss, to dictate our trajectory, I may have been impaired by lust, but I was still terrified of being discovered, and the need to satisfy my ultimate question. Was Ellie right, was a real, hard pulsating cock better than a toy? My hand wrapped around his distended shorts, he groaned in my mouth as I squeezed on his length.
I pulled away, grinning at him, eager to show him how much I enjoyed being in charge. There was no need for words thankfully, as my mind stumbled to find something sultry, or witty to say to tease him more. Somewhat made irrelevant as I now had both hands on his crotch and began lowering myself down, simultaneously pushing him back towards the fallen tree just like before.
I looked up to him towering over me, my head low level with his crotch, that goofy expression of his, knowing I was going to blow his mind, literally. But I also wanted to draw this out, make him beg for me to touch him, to please him. I loved all the toys I had at home, but Ellie was right, it being a real, throbbing bit of someone else, not just a chunk of silicone.
I kissed the head of his cock through his shorts, a wet patch of precum already soaking through, met with a groan from him, once again locking eyes. Making a man this size go weak, to be so vulnerable felt like a super power, even if that was all in my head, it had me reeling with want.
Trying desperately to pace myself I reached up to the waist band of his shorts, his hands quickly joining mine to try and ease them down, but I batted them away. This was all going to happen at my speed, I wanted him to wait, to be desperate, to beg for my by name to touch him, to please him and to make him cum.
Just like all my fans on a show, I wanted to tease and draw everything out, it wasn’t just about the tokens, it was about control. Boy me never had any, girl me, was making a full grown Greek statue of a man whimper, as his full, hard erect cock sprung from his shorts. I’d seen tonnes of porn where girls act all surprised at how big it is, but that wasn’t my expression today.
I knew exactly what was inside his boxers, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. grasping it with both hands I bit my lip, momentarily wondering how to approach it. wrapping a hand firmly round the base, fingers only just touching, I cupped his balls and drew my eyes to his, waiting for him to open them.
He looked down, confused why I’d stopped, neither hand moving as I knelt there, mouth open, barely an inch from the tip which was already glistening with precum. As his eyes locked onto mine, I wrapped my lips around his head, and slowly, gradually, drawing out every, tiny, bump and vein. Sunk to the very base.
“nuuuggghhh, my god!” Marc bellowed, my lips wrinkling in a smile as my throat flexed around his length. I’d taken him all the way, turns out practice does indeed make perfect and all those hours with my toys, Biggies dildo especially, translated directly into my tonsils giving Marc one hell of a massage.
Pulling off with a pop from my hollowed out cheeks, I drew both hands and started pumping. Smiling like the cheshire cat, his face a picture of absolute pleasure. He started opening his mouth as if to say something but I gave him no time before sinking back down the meaty length in one swift movement.
It’s hard to explain that rather than eliciting a gag response, my body seemed to be channelling that stimulation directly to my own tucked cock. I could feel it flex and pulse as if I was the one being sucked. My hole was also in on the act, twitching as I started to bob, full length pausing only with my noes pressed to his pubic mound and his heavy balls resting on my chin.
I have absolutely no idea how long I continued sucking, it was like those times during my shows where I just enter a euphoric trance, the sound of my throat being ravaged, Marcs moans and groans and my own whimpers vibrating my gullet around his delicious pipe.
My senses were in overload, I could taste his precum, a little salty and tangy, memories of the last time we were here and that desire to push him over the edge again to taste his nectar properly. But I wanted more, my mission this time was to take this further, to have him inside me properly and as I began to feel him tense up I realised I needed to switch things up.
This was the part I was most worried about, logistics of getting him inside me, without revealing myself. I stopped sucking, slowing my hand pumps to a deliberate steady pace. “not yet, my horny little jogging buddy” I purred while continuing to stroke him. “I want you inside me, and not just down my throat”.
His face was a picture, flustered, wanton, pleading. I think I could have asked him anything, got him to sign his life away, and he would have done it. and the strangest thing was knowing what I looked like from his point of view. Well not exactly, I’d never had a girl like me give me a blowjob, sure I’d had a few, but they’d all just been the bare minimum, a check box of foreplay. I’d just taken Marc to the brink, shown him Shangri-La and then closed the door.
All he could do was nod, the power of speech vacating his brain, my mouth had short-circuited him and I absolutely loved it. Emboldened is stated “I want you to fuck me, but right now it’s going to have to be anal, you think you can handle that?” I asked rhetorically.
Again, all he could manage was an enthusiastic nod of the head. Before I rose up, I extended my tongue and licked a rather large drop of precum into my mouth. I pulled him from the tree trunk so he was now behind me, and edged my skirt shorts down just enough. Id kept the precum in my mouth and scooped it with a generous helping of spit to my now exposed hole.
It could have been blowing a blizzard and I wouldn’t have noticed, I felt like my body was on fire. Heat radiating from every pore. I looked over my shoulder, hands braced on the bark, Marc stepped closer to me, his left hand grabbing my hip, right hand wrapped around his cock, the last little bit of distance made up by me pushing back.
As his helmet made contact with my wet hole I gasped involuntarily, time stood still. This was it, the product of my journey, from innocently camming as a guy trying to earn a little supplementary money, gradually morphing into what I was now. Bent over a log in the woods with another man’s penis pressing against my puckered hole.
Marc’s voice finally croaked “are you ready?” he paused, but I didn’t want to give him a verbal answer, I simply pushed back hard. He wasn’t expecting it and lost footing a little, but got the message loud and clear.
The pressure built as his swollen head pushed against my hole, I breathed out, relaxing as best I can, feeling my sphincter open and begin to accept him. My ears filled with the rushing sound of my heart beat, somewhere and echo of Ellie, giggling knowingly. I let out an uncontrollable moan, low sultry but somewhat desperate.
I could feel it like none of my toys, there was a warmth, the hardness wrapped in something soft. The head popped in and I moaned again, this time joined by Marc, his right hand now bracing against my right hip. Our balance correcting with little steps, each movement an intensely pleasurable jolt firing through me.
The pressure mounted, little by little he slid into me, hours of training with toys, days spent pleasuring myself with dildos and plugs, Ellie was right, none of them compared to having another person push themselves into you. At every moment as he glided in, my breath hitched and my throat tightened, air knocking from my lungs into a drawn out wail.
Glad of the lube that I suffered with on the walk and run, the discomfort was minimal. I guessed he was about half way in when he paused before pulling back some. I snapped my head back to look at him, my eyes pleading for him to go deeper. I opened my mouth to tell him to go back in, but before the words came out he changed direction and pushed in further.
The breath caught in my throat and a very un-lady like groan escaped me as he slid in with one swift movement. “ooohhOOhh Fuuucccckkk…” I spat, trying to retain some composure, it was impossible. It was like he was made for my ass, my favourite toys could sometimes hit my best spots if I got them just right. That single thrust had absolutely smashed along my prostate, and my eyes were filled with sparkles and flashes.
And then he began pulling out again and every single inch felt delicious, my trapped cock however was not happy, these shorts were deliberately tight to keep me in place, but I had to release myself. But my mind was once again plunged into bliss driven euphoria as Marc slid back in.
My hearing was off, my senses overwhelmed, I lost all control of my vocal chords, made worse as he picked up the pace and started sliding in and out with more intent. The pressure on my hands and arms holding me up, the bark digging into my palms, I needed to release my trapped cock or this was going to be very messy.
Trying to time taking my left hand off between powerful thrusts I fumbled the gusset, my own erection springing free with a gasp of relief. however Marc took that as me playing with myself, and I felt his right hand slide round the front. Panicking somewhat as my hard cock was swinging back and forth with each pound my ass took from him. I couldn’t let him find out, not least because I could already sense that familiar ball of white hot energy beginning to form at my very core.
Pushing back from the log and standing upright, he stabbed directly into my prostate, I shrieked in unbridled pleasure and his wandering hand thankfully came up to cup over my mouth. “some, one, will, hear” he panted in-between thrusts, I could only nod as this position pounded into my most sensitive spot.
I pulled his hand from my mouth, gasping for air, doing my best to supress my noise but not doing a very good job. Placing his muscular digits on my chest he began to paw. Momentarily I panicked again that he would be put off my lack of chest, but the tight sports bra was doing its job and keeping everything in place.
With each thrust I could feel myself getting closer and closer, his hand was roughly pinching my hardened nipple through my top and my body felt like it was floating. My sense of time and space vanishing, the overwhelming sensations being driven by Marcs incredible cock, pounding my prostate.
I was going to cum, but it felt like the orgasm from that final all important show, only bigger. My ears started to fill with the sounds of moaning and groaning, it didn’t sound like me, more like something animalistic, my body felt like it was levitating, numb but charged at the same time.
“oOoh Marc, I’mm , III’m gonna…” I babbled, incoherently. Nothing existed and seemingly everything existed all at once, I had a vague sense of him talking, of him saying something and then I felt it. time stuttered, the earths rotation stopped, absolute silence, my voice caught in my throat as my body seized, every muscle spasmed and froze.
The unmistakable flex, deep in side my ass, his arms were wrapped round me, I don’t think my feet were even touching the floor, I was impaled on his pulsating flesh and like a thousand champaign corks from a thousand bottles being popped simultaneously.
I came.
Only it wasn’t just that. I’d had big orgasms, I’d had nuclear eruptions, I’d had earth shattering climaxed with my toys in my room in front of hundreds of people. But they were nothing to this.
My entire body convulsed, I lit up like the sky above big ben at midnight on new years eve, my sense of self evaporated, replaced by the brightest, loudest explosion of pure unadulterated pleasure I’d ever known. I was twitching, spasming, uncontrollably shaking. Marc was doing his best to hold on to me, still buried deep in me, I could still feel him cumming too.
I had no awareness of my own cock, I knew I was spewing load after load, but no idea where or for how long, my whole body was overwhelmed, my brain short circuiting, the rush of dopamine and adrenaline colliding like the birth of a new star. Colours blinding, sounds deafening.
And then I felt my feet touch the floor, the rush of my heartbeat filling my ears, the breathless panting of Marc over my shoulder, still buried inside me, twitching but gradually deflating. I couldn’t stand, my legs were like jelly, my entire body was like jelly.
Marc was clearly struggling too. He eased me down and my hands made contact with the rough bark of the fallen tree, his grip still firm under my armpits. “shit, fuck, god damn, fuck” I muttered, my mind momentarily broken, my voice horse from screaming.
I couldn’t stand, and crouched down, head resting on my arms looking at the forest floor, which was very clearly spattered with a considerable amount of my cum. In kneeling down my skirt shorts had risen back up, covering my now leaking hole. I really hadn’t thought about the logistics of this bit.
Thankfully Marc sounded like he was still catching his breath, and a few seconds of clarity allowed me to tuck as best I could. I was right to wear this item though, the crotch was sodden and would no doubt be getting even wetter as we had to walk back. As I crawled back up the log I made an attempt to kick the dirt over my spilled seed. Not that I needed to worry, as I glanced up at Marc his face was glazed with an expression of a thoroughly satisfied man.
I managed to sit back, still trying to get my breath back, my body still trembling and occasionally twitching, I laughed. Holy shit, I’d done it. cursing Ellie under my breath, I thought it might be a little bit better, you know, just incrementally more enjoyable, but that was something else, something I still couldn’t get my head round.
“Wow” Marc exclaimed, I looked at him and let out a gafaw, before covering my mouth. “You are not wrong” I said shakily, my limbs still not back under my full control. Marc stood there, his face flushed and red, beads of moisture running down the side, his chest still rising and falling quickly, t-shirt showing visible signs of sweat, pooling between his pecks.
“Can you stand?” he asked, I put my hands either side of me and made an attempt to get up, but I did not have enough strength, cursing my lower body centric exercise of the last few months. He held out a hand and I took it, our bodies once again colliding, looking up to him I suddenly felt a little helpless.