stephanie

I'm just curious -- I'm writing the next part, but who would people rather see get the load? David, or the viewpoint character? And why? (It won't change what's coming (so to speak) -- I know that -- but I'm really curious.)

David knew just how to eat my ass -- he'd done it so many times, after all... ...and I rapidly found myself opening up to him, to his tongue...and never forgetting the reason he was doing this. In fact, I could hear it, the slick-slick-slick of a rapidly-hardening, well-lubed cock, and part of me wanted David to get his tongue out of the way *right now*, so I could get that into me. And part of me never wanted David to move. Because I realized that I was already hard myself, and so unsure of what I really wanted -- now that the risk was here, now that there really wasn't any turning back. I could just stand up -- stand up and get away, I thought -- They can't stop me... Sure, I knew David would be disappointed -- our days of playing together pretty much over -- but that didn't mean... And while I was still thinking about it, my heart in my throat and my hands clutching at the sheet in nervous tension, while I was still wondering if I could push myself up off the bed, I felt David's tongue slip *out* of my ass.... and *his* cock slipped in, and his weight pushed me against the bed, as he slid in all the way. For a panicked moment, I tried to convince myself that it was David doing it, but I'd felt his cock before -- and it wasn't anything like this. Longer, actually, but not as thick; it didn't push me open in the same way. And I could feel the hairs of his beard against my back as he started to fuck me. Now that it was too late to stop, it was time to just enjoy it -- he was good with that big dick of his, unlike some lovers I'd had who seemed to think that big meat was enough -- and every time he breathed harder, or chuckled an evil little chuckle, I shivered, wondering if any second now he'd be shooting his poz load up my ass. But I figured I wasn't sexy enough, or trying hard enough, to get him off inside of two minutes... And with a *ding*, I was proven right. I'd been so caught up in what I was doing I hadn't even looked at David, but when the clock went off, and he pulled out of me, I turned my head and saw David looking at me, a bottle of lube on the bed between us. From how smoothly the top slid into David, I could tell he'd been getting himself well lubed-up, and I took my turn, pumping some lube onto my fingers and sliding them into my ass, while David got pounded. My heart was still racing, and I was breathing hard...and any thoughts of flight had disappeared. Now, I was in this all the way, and one or the other of us was going to be pozzed tonight. (I promise the next one won't take 4 years, but there've been a few things happening in my life. )