The sensation of the thick, hard heat entering and widening my inner walls was distinct, yet the pain was only dull, as if I’d applied some numbing ointment inside. It made no sense, considering the overwhelming size of his cock.
It must have been because of his meticulous foreplay, which had melted my entire body into a boneless mess before penetration had even begun. It could also be that the intense arousal had caused an excessive rush of adrenaline. In any case, being in pain was the problem; the pain being quickly subverted by pleasure was no problem at all. It was strange, but even that thought was soon completely erased from my consciousness.
“Ugh, ungh, mmm….”
Letting out a low, dragging moan, I felt him opening me up and entering. The ceaseless flow of precum was even more copious than last time. Unlike last time, his cockhead was slicking the way for itself, wetting my insides without any gel.
I did feel a ripping sensation from below, like a huge body being forced into clothes of the wrong size, but it was just the resistance of my closed membranes being forced open, not an unbearable pain.
With my two legs propped on his shoulders, he held me in a tight embrace, focusing on twisting his hips to delve deeper while watching my face with devouring eyes. Pain and pleasure. He was sensing the precarious boundary between them from my subtle expressions, pulling back and pushing deeper in response.
The fuller my stomach felt, the more breathless I became. He released one of the arms holding my thighs and soothingly stroked my lower abdomen. I placed my hand over his, out of a desperate need to hold onto something.
He brought my hand to my own half-wilted penis and guided me to stroke it. As I held his hand and rubbed myself, my breathing settled down a little.
As if praising me for a job well done, he relaxed the frown on his face and smiled down at me.
“A model student.”
“……”
I soon understood the reason for his sudden remark. His pubic hair was already scratching against the entrance of my anus.
“Hah… Nngh, hup.”
As if to confirm with his body that he had been completely swallowed, he twisted his hips from side to side, digging deeper and deeper inside. Each time his lower body twisted, the sensation of the hot mass filling my stomach pulsing made me grind the back of my head into the pillow and lose my grip on my cock.
As if he were trying to push all my organs upward and block my throat, he readjusted his grip on my thighs and, while buried deep inside, began to thrust with short, sharp movements.
“Huuuh… Hah… Ugh, ungh.”
The vibrations he created by shaking my body were no doubt traveling back to his penis, stimulating him. Feeling my inner walls sufficiently melted by the friction, the heat, and the slickness of the pre-ejaculate overflowing from his glans, he now began to move his hips back and forth.
Along with a tingling, dull ache, his cock pulled back and then drove in shallowly several times. Thump, thump. Each time his hips thrusted in short, sharp motions, a strange itch bloomed deep inside. My body had opened up enough to withstand a more vigorous fucking.
“Mmm… Ugh, hah….”
He seemed to be a man who could detect even the most subtle change in my moans. The moment a hint of pleasure mixed into the groans that had been more about enduring and managing the pressure, he followed with a more intense thrust than before.
“Nngh, ungh… Huk!”
Boldly pulling back several inches at a time, his cock pushed through the slick he had poured out, gradually picking up speed. The wet, squelching sounds of friction over the viscous fluid pooled at our joining. Every time his arms, slick with sweat, loosened their grip on my thighs, he would tighten them again.
I had only ever thought that a wide-legged position was shameful; I never knew I could feel something so erotic in a position where my thighs were pressed so tightly together. His cock was clearly parting my anus, yet the feeling that its large head might at any moment push past my scrotum and pop out from between my tightly closed thighs made even the gap between my legs, which wasn’t being directly touched, feel as if it were being caressed.
His cock, which filled me completely and stretched my inner walls to their limit, couldn’t help but press and scrape against the sensitive spots inside as it moved in and out, and each time, my lower abdomen would clench with a jolt. A feeling of orgasm, different from ejaculation, bubbled up inside me like carbonation.
“Heup!”
Fast, very slow, a little faster. Shallow. Deep. After taking his time to meticulously forge a path inside me, varying his speed and depth, he suddenly changed his position, propping himself up on his knees while still holding my thighs. My hips were lifted into the air along with him.
As if I weighed nothing at all, he began to thrust rapidly in that position, stimulating me from within. Thump, thump. The thick, wide head of his cock felt like it was rising all the way to my heart, stabbing at my pulse. My heart pounded and my breath caught as the feeling of climax intensified.
“Haah, hah… Heuk. Huk….”
I was just breathing, but my throat ached as if I’d been crying out for a long time. The inside of my panting, open mouth was parched.
His brow and the bridge of his nose deeply furrowed, he grabbed his pants, which were lying in a heap on the bed, and bit down on them. Then, like a roaring beast, he howled from behind the gag and tore at the fabric.
It was a sight I had never seen before, as if he were unnaturally and forcefully trying to block a force that was encroaching from beyond his control. He looked like a man trying to lift a car with the strength of his arms.
I knew intuitively that he was trying to suppress a knot. I couldn’t understand why he would go to such lengths to prevent it.
But that bewilderment, too, was soon pushed hazily out of my consciousness. A torrent of semen, as if a hose had been shoved into my stomach and the tap turned on full blast, flooded into me.
“Hah, haah, huk…. Hah….”
My eyes wide, I could only gasp for breath.
As he started to cum, he threw aside the pants he was biting and pulled my legs in tighter, beginning his final sprint toward the peak of his climax. As I trembled from the force of his thrusts, letting out shaky moans and clawing at the sheets, I eventually bit the back of my own hand. It felt like being on a violent and dangerous amusement park ride.
He laid my legs, still crossed, down by his left side. My lower body twisted, and I felt his penis press even tighter inside me. It was intensely stimulating for both of us.
Without pulling out, he lay down beside me. As he lay on his side and pulled my chest to his, I, too, ended up lying on my side, nestled against him. He pulled my hand away from my mouth and offered me the back of his own hand to bite instead.
“Haah, huk!”
I tried not to bite, but the stimulation of him grinding into me from a different position cut off my thoughts, and I sank my teeth into the back of his neat hand, where bluish veins stood out.
Our tightly pressed bodies made my senses even more acute. As I frantically rubbed his arm, which was wrapped around my chest over my tattered t-shirt, I lowered my hips slightly and pushed my ass out, rocking in time with his upward thrusts.
His thigh pushed between my legs, forcing my knee up. My groin spread open, and lying on my side with one leg raised in a primal position, I was pierced by him, ground against, and soaked through. The force of his deliberate, rapid thrusts scraped mercilessly against my prostate.
“Haah, eok… Huk… Keup. Huk.”
It felt like the bubbling froth had finally spilled over.
Having reached orgasm without ejaculating, I could only make choked sounds with my mouth wide open, twisting and gripping the arm he had around my chest.
With the hand he had given me to bite, he grabbed my chin and turned my head back. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth before our lips even touched, overwhelming me. His penis was still full inside me from behind, and though I hadn’t come from the front, I had arrived somewhere. His tongue mercilessly ravaged my mouth as my pulse raced and my breath fell short.
His hips, which had been bucking, pulled back. As his cock slid out, its sensual, distinctly shaped head dragging along my slick flesh, semen began to leak from my anus like a water bottle tipped on its side with its cap off.
The sensation of him filling me up was one thing… but the sensation of him sliding out as I gushed was just as obscene.
Shuddering, I unconsciously brought both hands between my legs. I clamped my hands over the hole and hunched my shoulders. My body, having experienced ejaculation from the front and orgasm from behind in succession, was now so sexually sensitive that it felt like even a breath of air on my skin would make me moan.
Gush, gush. I could feel the sticky fluid pulsing and leaking between my fingers. I had to clamp down on my backside and groan, like someone desperately holding in the urge to pee.
“Haah, n-no… This… Something keeps coming out….”
Do something. My vision blurred as I turned to look at him, pleading. It was because of the tears welling in my eyes.
He placed his hand over mine, which was still covering my hole, and rubbed it firmly as he pressed his lips to the corner of my eye, damp with sweat and tears.
“It’s okay, just a moment… I’ll put it back in soon.”
Still holding me, he flipped over and lay on top of me, then reached a hand under my stomach and pulled my body up. I was on all fours on the mattress, supported by my hands and knees.
Placing one hand next to mine and covering my back with his chest, he used his other hand to turn my chin and press our lips together. I had to crane my neck all the way back, like someone trying to see something on their shoulder, and surrender my tongue and lips to him.
“Nngh, mmm… Mmm.”
His cock, rubbing against the cleft of my ass, was still hot and hard. From the same four-legged position as me, I felt him shift his weight and bend one leg into an L-shape.
His glans swept up his own semen that had trickled out of my anus and down my inner thigh, and he pushed the wet head into the opening that had yet to fully close.
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