Hank took me upstairs. Back to his bedroom, we got on the bed and he on top of me kissing my breasts. He was so hot and so horny I could feel his cock harden and poke my thighs. I reached down to stroke him but he yanked my hands off and pinned them down as he continued to enjoy my perky tits. He flipped me to my stomach and pulled my hips, he reached for the lube and I felt him squeeze a huge wad onto my ass and he spread it around my butt and my crack in particular then he inserted a finger in me then two ... I felt him position himself better and felt his cock slide between my cheeks. He began to slide his mighty cock between my cheeks it felt so good and I heard him moan as well he did this for a while and I encouraged it by my moving my hips to bring him pleasure. The motion had my cock hard and I found myself fucking the pillow under me and my moans and whimpers got louder. "You like that don't you? I love teasing your pretty pink pussy baby girl. I've milked those tits and now it's time to breed you, I'll fuck you raw and cum deep inside you." With that he entered me slowly. I expected his entry to be easier but it wasn't and I let out a loud yelp, he hesitated for a split second and resumed entering me. I buried my face into the sheets and he sensed the pain and pressure around his cock increase, he moaned and forged on and was soon inside me. He lay down on top of me, put his right arm around my neck and his left around my chest so it was cupping my right breast. He pulled my head up with his right hand almost squeezing my neck and kissed me then with his face close to mine he began fucking me. "I'm going to fuck you good princess." He grunted and rammed into me hard making me yelp. "Get used to this you faggot, you were made for this." His long cock strokes combined with his groping of my breasts and his panting breath and the pillow was too much for me to take and it seemed like it was for him as well, in no time we were both on edge. He fucked deeper, harder and I'd cry out louder which would tighten his grip on my breast and encourage him, in a husky voice he said "you won't be able to walk for a week when I'm done with you faggot." He pulled out all the way and rammed into me. I winced in pleasure and pain. "Princess your pussy is so tight, goddammit I can't take it anymore. You whore I'm going to breed you." His strokes got deeper, faster and harder and I couldn't take it, I exploded and shortly after he came in me. But that wasn't it.
True to his word we stayed in bed fucking until it started to get dark. I begged him to stop and let me go, I had a paper to write. He let me go shower, I couldn't walk straight. I washed myself and stepped out. He brought me my clothes and I put them on. He had showered in another bathroom and he was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. He kissed me again he wasn't done but he broke off and we got in his truck. Once inside he reached for my hand and placed it on his thigh as we drove to my place. We drove in silence. I hadn't realized how hard the bench seat was, or maybe it was my butt that felt the pain after the battering I got.
When we got to my place he opened the car door and lead me to my front door he looked around to make sure no one was there and he kissed me deeply. I felt his cock and it was semi hard. I asked him if he wanted to come in and have me take care of him, he thought about it and declined. "I'm always horny and you need to get that paper done. I'll be in touch."
With that he left. I entered my place and fell on the bed thinking about the weekend. I reluctantly got up to work on my paper, it hurt to sit on my chair and i couldn't focus but I trudged through the essay and fell asleep early that night. The next morning I was sore, I took a bath and then put some vaseline in my but to easy some of the tearing I had experienced and went about my day. I was tempted to write to Hank and ask him how he was doing but thought the better of it and decided to wait another day. At around 9:30pm at night while I was watching TV the phone rang, my roommate got it and said it was for me. Expecting a study partner's call I picked it up only to hear Hank's low voice huskily say "How are you babe?" I responded and asked him how he was doing. I took the phone to my room, when in my room i snuggled under the sheets and resumed my conversation with Hank. He asked me what I was doing and wearing and instructed me to remove my clothes while I spoke to him. He asked about my breasts and my ass, I told him the former was sore and the latter hurt from all the love making. He didn't seem surprised. I asked how his cock was, he told me he was hard and had pre-cum building up, I asked him if he wanted to come over and he said no. He said he would try and set up a date sometime this week but he had to be up for work very early. He asked me to put my finger inside my pussy and describe it to him, so I did, I explained to him how I was making squish and squelching sounds all day as I walked because of the vaseline, he seemed to think it was a good idea. I was starting to feel the strain in conversation when he broke the silence and said he needed to tell me 3 things. "Babe, I enjoyed our love making and we can fuck regularly. Is that something you want to do?" I nodded, not realizing I was on the phone and he said "What was that baby girl?" "Yes I would like that very much." I said and added, "but you need to be gentle with me, it hurts a lot." There was a moment of silence and then he spoke. "I don't know about that, I like what I like, and expect you to serve as I wish. If this isn't working for you ..." I cut him off "No no, it's fine, I guess I will just get used to it with time." There was another silence and then he said "As I was saying, there are three things I have to tell you. The first which is not negotiable is that you've got to use a breast pump." I didn't know what he was talking about so I asked him and he explained it was a pump nursing mothers used to suck milk out. He said it would make my nipples bigger and make them more enjoyable for him. He was looking for me to do that before every date and perhaps when I slept over. He said he would get me the pump. Since there was no choice I accepted his command. "The second is something you will thank me for, you need to exercise your ass muscles to make them tighter and tighten your hole." He said very sternly. "How do I do that?" I asked. "I will send you instructions. I know you're probably thinking it will make you tight and it'll hurt. You will get used to it, but I will continue enjoying you." I responded and said I would do it. I asked "What is the third thing I have to do." "Well baby, it's not a have to, it's upto you but it would be nice. I have a buddy he's my neighbour and the ex police commissioner he and I sometimes share a girl or in the very rare case a boy. Not a threesome but it's not out of question. I would like to share you with him." I was shocked. "He's married but can't ever get enough. He'd come over at my place, your place or take you to a motel and in summer if this is still working out we would take you up to my cabin and take turns fucking you all weekend. He's not bad to look at." The idea of being shared like a whore didn't appeal to me and I remained silent. He sensed my hesitation. "It's okay princess, you can think about it. We will fuck some more and then you can decide." I said I would. He added "I will try and get him over so you can meet him and then decide, he will want to meet and inspect you as well." We made some small talk and he wished me good night and hung up.
I couldn't sleep that night. I kept thinking about his requests, I had already been teased by friends on my perky and pointy breasts. I had noticed all the sucking on them that had happened through the years had only made them worse in that they were bigger. Having a breast pump would make the problem worse. The ass muscle exercises I didn't think would be a problem and I was sure what I was already doing had gone a long way to satisfying Hank the other day. As for sharing me with his buddy ... well it would be hot, but what kind of man was he? I finally fell asleep late in the night and woke up at around 10:30 when there was a loud knock on the front door. I staggered out and received a delivery. It was for me, from Hank. Two boxes, one with roses and the other a big heavy square box. I opened it and in it was a box with a woman and two milk bottles and a contraption hanging from her tits. It was the breast pump! Curious I opened it and read the instructions. It was simple enough, I put it on low speed and tried it, funnily it felt good. I undressed completely and put it back on and had both going at the same time. I was aroused. The phone ringing cut the silence. I wanted to let it go to voicemail but decided to get it as I suspected it was Hank. And i was right. He wanted to know if I got the stuff he sent with the courier, I told him yes and explained how I was trying the pump out. He said good, he wanted me to go back to trying it on for a bit he'd call me in 30 minutes. I decided to freshen up first so I took a quick shower, did my room, put on a nice pair of panties and put the pump back on, I went 15 minutes and i was ready to explode. I turned it up and tightened the grip around my nipples and turned it back on. I was in heaven the rhythm of the gentle but deep sucking was turning me on. I was about to cum and I heard a loud knock on the door. I decided to ignore it, the knock got louder. Annoyed I put on a robe and went to open the door. I was surprised to find Hank at the door. He was wearing grey slacks, shoes his jacket and a white shirt and yellow tie under it. I ushered him in, surprised to see him. He leaned in to kiss me, his hands found their way under my robe and onto my ass. He undid his jacket and lead me to my room. Once in my room he told me to take the robe off, and I did, he saw my breasts and he grabbed at them. He put them in his mouth, he was so hungry and forceful he had pushed me to the wall and he was consuming me. Whereas the pump had been gentle but deep, he was rough and grabby my already sensitive nipples were in pain. He pulled away. "Get on your knees." He commanded, i got on my knees and he unbuckled his belt, I tried to help him but he just brushed my hands away. He undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, I helped pull down his black boxer briefs to reveal his engorged manhood. I began to explore and worship him with my tongue, I licked his underside and sucked on his balls, I trailed my tongue around the base of his tip and all the way down his long and veiny shaft, leaving plenty of saliva all over him. He wasn't in the mood for a long slow sessions, he grabbed my by the hair and put his cock in my mouth and began to fuck my face, I choked and gagged, but he wasn't going to be bothered. I was so close to the wall that everytime I tried to pull back my head would hit the wall and it hurt, which mean't I could only go forward onto his cock and he deeper in my mouth. He fucked my face and I took him with tears running down my face, in what seemed like forever I felt his cock harden and throb and then shoot volleys of cum into my mouth. "Swallow it all faggot," he managed to say between pants. He relaxed his hold on my head and emptied his balls in my mouth. His thick salty cum down my throat, "lick it all off and clean me completely" he ordered and I obliged. He inspected my work. He pulled up his underwear from around his knees and tucked his shirt and buckled up. I stood up, he looked at me, a mixture of satisfaction and lust in his eyes. He reached up for my breasts and squeezed them. "Good job, spend another hour on them today and everyday." With that he put on his jacket and left.
He didn't call that day but I received a box of chocolates and a card left on my front door the next day. The card read as follows:
Princess,
Sweetness for your lips for me to savor in our kisses, cream for your breasts for me to milk, fat for your hips for me to hold onto as I plow you.
Keep the pumping and exercise going.
Lustfully
H
I sent him an email in gratitude and he responded with a quick acknowledgement. That eve as I got ready to get to class I heard the door and when I went to get it, I found Hank at my door. He was wearing dark blue slacks, a beige sweater that hugged him and defined his chest and a white shirt. He had in his hands a Victoria's Secret bag. I let him in, he kissed me and fondled my breasts. He whispered in my ear, "I've had a long day and I need to bury my cock in your pussy, let's go." I resisted and told him I had to get to class and that my roommate would be home anytime. He didn't listen but held me by my arms above my elbow and pushed me to my room where he tossed me onto my bed. He had closed the door before but this time he didn't bother. "Strip" he commanded, and the look in his eyes was stern and not something I wished or had the courage to challenge. So I took off my sweater and pushed my tight jeans off, I removed my FTL briefs and my socks and stood naked. He came up close to me, cupped my breasts and with his calloused thumbs he played with my nipples until he got hard. He didn't kiss me or suck them. He grabbed me and made me flip and threw me on the bed face down. I heard him unzip and heard his belt hit the floor I heard him slip his underwear off. He opened my legs with his legs and parted my ass cheeks and then he spat, I felt his warm spit on my quivering pussy hole. He spat again, I didn't feel it this time, but I heard him stroke his cock and heard the wet squelching sound. He spat again, and then I felt his cock at the entrance of my hole. I was too scared to look, he didn't bother to acclimate me but he went right on and entered me with his fully hard manhood, the combination of my intense exercising, the size of my hole, the size of his cock and lack of lubrication created the perfect storm of friction, pain and intense discomfort for me, whereas it created utmost friction and amazing sensation for his cock. In my estimation he was 1/4 of the way in and he went in for more and more and more until he was half way in, he relaxed a little and pulled out, I gasped for breath before he rammed back into me. In full force this time making me scream so loud. I had tears in my eyes this time and I begged him to go easy. I turned my head to look at him but all I saw in his eyes was red hot lust. I buried my face in my pillow and just hoped for the best and a quick release. The perfect storm took care of it for me, in what I counted as 71 deep and quick thrusts of his humungous cock i felt him get harder and felt his cock quiver and climax. This climax was a mighty relief for both, his cum soothed the dryness of my insides and I knew he needed the release more than ever. He slumped on me and caught his breath. He reached for my mouth and kissed me, then he turned me around and kissed me deeply, squeezing my breasts hard and ended his kiss my spitting into my mouth. He got up and cursed, I turned to look and saw that his cock was covered in his cum and some blood. The dryness must have torn something in me. He cleaned his cock with a towel I had lying around and started to get dressed I got up carefully, feeling the warm cum and what must be blood start to leak out, I grabbed some kleenex to clean myself and headed to the bathroom. When I got out from cleaning myself, he was sitting on my bed, all dressed up, a look for satisfaction on his face, and his hair somewhat messed up from the perfectly combed look he had come in with.
He got up and kissed me a long wet kiss, the kind that got me all mushy and sweet on him again. When he ended he bit my lower lip and kissed again. He asked me if I was free the following evening. He told me to wear the stuff in the victoria's secret bag under my clothes and he'd pick me up at 7pm. With that my handsome man went while i got dressed and waddled to my car.
Only Hank knew what was destined for me ...
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