The Greatest Lie Part 3

He began probing me carefully as he sought to arouse me with gentle tweaks of my nipples and massaging of my cockette. Gradually, I opened up and he began to thrust in and out with greater energy. He did not possess the superhuman strength of Jake or the animal barbarity of my motorhead rapists, but he was in good shape and was experienced and expert in the art of sodomy.

We were in my favorite position, a prone doggy style, and I responded to his lunges with my own contractions and hip gyrations. I could tell he was approaching orgasm, and I wasn’t ready, so I said "Please slow down," and he did. I wanted to be fucked more but I didn’t really have any great ideas, so I asked him "Do you have any favorite positions?" He withdrew from me carefully, and "Sit on me", as he lay on his back. I straddled his prone body, ass poised above his upright dick, and I impaled myself.

Even in my well lubricated condition, this maneuver took my breath away, as he pierced me from a totally unexpected angle. It felt like a deeper penetration than ever, and he was able to send himself even deeper with up-thrusts of his hips. But now how hard I wanted to be fucked was up to me, and soon I was riding up and down as hard as my weak little thighs could lift me, and repeatedly banging his cock-head from my rectum to my diaphragm. It slipped out with a painful snap, but when it escaped, I aimed my ass and re-inserted him with reckless abandon, for now my rectum was wet and ready.

He stroked my bobbing breasts and cock as I screamed and rode him until I was totally exhausted and glistening with perspiration. As I rested atop his stomach, breath heaving, a little droplet of sweat dripped onto his stomach. My flushed face grew even redder with embarrassment. "I’m sorry, I usually don’t get this much exercise."

He sat up, still inside me, and pulled my legs around his back. "Try this, as he settled me back down onto his prick from a face to face embrace, and kissed my breathless lips.