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from my ultra-sensitive
nerve bundle there cascade all over my pelvic region.
“Don’t stop!” I manage to shriek.
Fury’s arms do not seem to be tiring.
Instead, he seems to be encouraged by my pleasure. He pumps into me
even harder. I can imagine his buttocks clenching and unclenching
behind, giving the audience an incredible spectacle.
In. Out.
In. Out.
Cleaving. Squeezing. Squelching. Expanding
and retracting.
This is a fucking like I have never received
before in my entire life.
All my past fucks come back in a blur, as if
the collective cocks of the men who have fucked me in my entire
lifetime are now merged into this one ginormous cock. I am nothing
but a vessel for Fury’s impalement. I am nothing but pure
sensation, concentrated on my flattened and extremely pounded
pussy.
Oh, the sheer bliss!
The sheer slamming and squeezing of my clit
against my compressed labia. The sheer hammering of my slick, wet
pussy walls, as if my vagina is a snug glove which must be
stretched to its fullest capacity.
I finally explode.
My mind goes into starbursts and lightning
sabers. I throw back my head and scream my orgasm into the
audience. I think they are applauding this torrid show of unbridled
lust, but I can’t be sure because of the roaring of blood in my
ears.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream into the
heavens.
My eyes are filled with rainbows and puffy
clouds and a perfect cerulean blue, and I can’t be sure if it’s the
sky I am seeing or my own delirious visions.
My climax goes on and on and on for a
dizzying eternity collapsed in a matter of seconds. How long it
went on, I can’t be sure, because when I come to and my breathing
eases, Fury is still holding me up by the waist and fucking me
senseless.
“Ohhh,” I moan, collapsing onto his body.
Instead of pulling out of me, he throws me
onto the ground instead with his cock still joined to my pussy. I
flop back, my tired limbs sinking into the ground as he continues
to rut mercilessly into me. My groin is now sore, but I have
acclimatized to his thickness. His face hovers above mine as he
continues to hammer into me, my body jolting with every brute
contact his groin makes against mine.
This time, because he is angled thus, I can
feel part of his flesh rubbing against my clit. Another explosion
begins in those nerve fibers there, and my fists grasp and dig the
ground in my effort to temper my second violent orgasm of the
day.
Fury’s eyes hold my blurry ones as his balls
contract. With a shout that pierces the high heavens, he shoots
into me. His semen floods my pussy – or what little space left in
my pussy afforded to it – and there is so much of it. A veritable
pool swims into me – oceans and oceans of his little wrigglers
squirming and filling every part of my vagina and cervix and what
goes beyond.
I sink into the ground, completely wasted. He
continues to pump into me for what seems an eternity until his
sperm trickles to a halt. Then finally, he withdraws his thick,
still engorged cock from me – dripping with white fluid from its
tip.
The sun is in my eyes, but I am completely
oblivious to it and the crowd. I half-turn my head, and right in
the line of my vision is my Australian suitor in a front row
seat.
He is smiling at me.
So this is his fantasy? To watch me being
taken forcefully and tamed by a Neolithic brute?
I am still in a half-conscious state as Fury
gets up. Before I can fully regain my bearings, he has picked me up
again by the waist. His hands are so large that they almost span my
entire midriff.
With a roar, he lifts me up again to the
crowd like a sacrificial offering. They roar back their approval.
My damp hair is plastered onto my skin.
Fury sets me down on my feet to face my
Australian victor. I am about to stumble from weariness but he
steadies me. He goes behind me and seizes both my breasts in his
callused hands. My breasts are once again engorged with multitudes
of milk.
His growl is thunder in my ears and