I had to straighten my back as he was going deeper, while I was still unable to feel his hips reach me. I believed he was about as thick as a water bottle and maybe thirteen inches. I was unable to get my breath and he did one final push. “Oh, someone help me!” I was being split in two and could not take it.
For the next few minutes he continued slow thrusts deep into my cave, and then I felt my aching hole ease. Either he ripped me or my body accepted him? I started to move my hips and within a couple more moments I was thrusting back. I began to feel very euphoric and became vocal, begging for it. This continued for a few minutes as best as I could tell. I heard more voices and sounded like approvals. Then I felt that familiar feeling again. Someone jerked off over me while I was getting fucked.
Someone said, “Everyone cum on the good little slut.”
I felt streams of cum shooting and dripping all over my head, back, ass and crack. Cum dripping down my crack was being worked into my hole by the gargantuan cock. My back was dripping wet from load after load of cum blanketing me. Cum covered my face and was dripping into pools on the pillows.
The onlookers had subsided when the monster cock tearing my hole apart stiffened and if possible got larger. Then I felt it, hot liquid feeling way up inside, almost as if in my stomach. His thrusts were hard and jerky. My breathing was quick and I felt weak and slight dizzy. I heard ringing in my ears and then I blacked out or fainted. Unsure how long I was out, but coming to with Jim shaking me awake. He had a cool wet cloth and laid it across my face and neck. I had to lay there and recover, getting strength back in my body.
Jim said, “Everyone has left, I am going to remove the blindfold now.”
It took a few minutes before my eyes had adjusted to the room. I had been unstrapped and was allowed to sit up, but my ass so beat up did not like that position. Jim let me know that everyone approved of my performance. I could now see him and an empty room with only a table with some items near what looked like a bathroom. Jim then told me that there was some food and Gatorade and a towel in the shower for me. He would wait for me downstairs.
I had eaten some fruit and some sort of energy bar and entered the shower. In the shower I cleaned myself off and out as best as I could and then I dropped. I was curled up against the shower wall shaking. I stayed there till the hot water ran out. I slowly got dressed and went downstairs. The house was empty, no furniture that I was able to see. Jim walked me to my car and told me to call him later, and I drove off.
He said, “You did really well.”.
I drove home slowly and was in a daze the whole way. I got home and noticed the sun was coming up, it was the next day. I entered my home and went to the shower, and laid in the bottom of tub while it ran. After sometime I got up and laid down on my bed. I had drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by my phone about twelve hours later. It was Jim on the phone.
He said, “How are you”?
I replied, “Tired and unsure if I am ever up for something like that again.”
Jim seemed to sympathize with me and said he’d not ask that of me again. I was relieved and wanted to go back to sleep. I slept till the next morning, when I had a breakfast fit for an army. I started to do a lot of thinking at that point, and may have reached my boundary or limit. I would never go to this extreme again, but would keep it at a one on one level. Someone once said that “When one door closes another opens.” Well, one better know if it leads to a steep slippery slope or an empty elevator shaft. It was one hell of a step.