Rolling With the Punches (8 page)

With those big fingers, the man rubbed over me once, his index and middle fingers spreading me open. I twisted a little and moaned wordlessly, my body crying out for what was to come. Oh, I needed him so badly! I was already lost in pleasure, but needed him inside me. I couldn't have stopped now for a million bucks.

Those fingers withdrew, but were almost instantly replaced by something larger, thicker, more insistent. My eyes were shut, almost as much from anticipation and fear as from desire, but I knew that it had to be the man's cock.

And then Rhodes pushed inside of me.

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This time, I really did scream. He was huge! It might have been a while since any previous encounter with anything but my showerhead, so perhaps I didn't have the best memories to compare this to, but I was certain I'd never felt anything so massive attempting to enter me. It was like a battering ram!

Despite his determination, fortunately, Rhodes didn't insist on thrusting all the way into me on the first stroke. My ex had done that, and it had driven me crazy, almost like he was trying to cause some sort of tear down there. But Rhodes, obviously familiar with the fact that most girls needed to slowly adjust to the size of his massive tool, instead worked his way gently in and out. Just the head of that gigantic cock was spreading me open, but it still felt like he was attempting to get his whole fist in there at once!

Slowly, as he kept on going, I felt myself finally beginning to adjust. Thirty seconds earlier, I never would have thought that I could take a dick so big, but now I was feeling him go a little deeper with each stroke. And, to my amazement, the pain was receding quickly. In its place was a sensation of being stretched and manipulated - but in a really, really good way...

My eyes were screwed up tight in concentration as I focused on the pleasure creeping up through me. When I finally managed to pry them open, they went wide with surprise.

Rhodes was now above me! He had put one hand on either side of my head, just above my shoulders, and was supporting himself as he leaned forward over me. I could see his chest rising and falling, expanding and contracting with his deep breaths.

My gaze roamed further down, running over his torso. I noted with appreciation that I could see the V of his hips, like twin arrows pointing down towards his cock. His cock, which was...

As my eyes kept on dropping, I suddenly realized that I couldn't see his cock! instead, the man's hips were pressed right up against me, their girth forcing my legs out at right angles as they spread wide to accommodate his body. But where had his dick gone?

Slowly, the thought hampered by the pleasurable fog that was crowding out conscious thought, I realized where it was. It was all inside me! Somehow, against all reason, I had taken him all!

I stared back up at Rhodes' face, my eyes wide with my amazement. "You're totally inside me," I gasped out loud.

The man nodded. "And now I can really start," he promised me. And then his hips began to piston back and forth.

Holy. Shit. I've been with a few guys, sure. I've tried a few of those crazy sex toys that are supposed to do things that no other man can, are supposed to hit places that no mortal penis can reach. But nothing, and I mean nothing, compared to the intensity with which that burly and rugged fighter attacked me.

There wasn't much finesse to how Rhodes fucked me. He didn't have any special little tricks, cunning little methods of how he moved his hips or flexed his cock. But he didn't need any of these. They were for lesser men, men who needed these crutches to please a woman. Rhodes didn't need them.

Instead, what the man had was raw power - and tons of it! His hips were like a machine, and he perfectly timed each stroke, rising until he was almost totally out of me before plunging back in. At the apex of each stroke, when I looked down between my bouncing breasts, I could see his length glistening with my juices before it went sliding wetly back inside of me.

I didn't have many opportunities to look at his cock entering and exiting me, however. I was mostly focused on staying sane.

If someone had asked me before tonight, I would have said that I was happy to have even just a single orgasm during a bout of sex. That didn't always happen, I would have said, but it was nice when it did occur. It would usually come right as the man was cumming, and if I was lucky, it would last for a full twenty seconds or so, leaving me shivering with pleasure even after he had climbed up off of me.

With Rhodes, however, the whole thing was one continuous orgasm. Sure, it rose and fell, ebbed and flowed a bit, but that pleasure never really stopped. I felt as though this wasn't going to end until every single nerve ending down between my legs was totally burned out.

Was it his size? His ferocity? Or just his relentless drive and seemingly inexhaustible muscles? Whatever the trick was, the man was blowing my mind. I didn't think I would be able to hang on much longer before every last bit of active thought was totally overwhelmed.

But fortunately, the man above me was clearly reaching a head as well. I could feel his breath coming harder and faster, and he was now panting down on me as he thrust deeply in and out. Was he reaching his climax as well?

I hoped so. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, hugging him tight against me. My arms pulled his head down to my neck, and he bent over me - but his powerful penetration never stopped for a second. I could feel his breath hot against my neck, breathing far harder than he had in the boxing match.

The man's ear hovered in front of me, perfect for me to whisper into. "Cum for me," I begged, my voice somewhere between a sensual whisper and a pleading cry. "I want you to cum!"

"Fuck yes," the man grunted, and I felt a spasm pass across his broad and bruised shoulders. He was about to release! I clung even tighter to him, feeling the heat radiating out from his skin.

I wanted to feel the man release, wanted to feel this fighter burst inside me. In my fevered imagination, it would be the final, ultimate act of domination as he asserted his authority over me. I had to have it, had to get that burst of warmth to finish me off.

With one last groan, I felt Rhodes lurch forward, leaning down into me. His arms, which had previously been holding him up, buckled. He collapsed down on top of me, his weight pressing both of our sweaty, burning naked bodies together.

Down between my legs, I felt the man's massive cock swell once more, so big that I worried it would tear me apart. But I rode that one last burst, doing my best to squeeze together my exhausted muscles down inside of my spread thighs.

Rhodes opened his mouth and let slip out an inarticulate cry of pleasure into my neck. I felt the man's body heave on top of me, his every muscle twitching and tensing as he finally released and let go.

And then he came.

Oh god, I felt him cum inside of me! It was so intense, a huge rush of wetness that instantly overwhelmed my insides, coursing out of me and soaking my legs with his jism. His cock pulsed deep inside me, over and over, each pulse releasing a fresh pump of his juices to flow over me.

I had been lost in a near-constant stream of pleasure in my mind, but that burst pushed me over the edge as well. This time, I couldn't hold back, and a breathy scream escaped out through my lips. I arched my back up to press my chest against Rhodes', my own muscles also going rigid from the exhilaration.

Burst after burst of the man's hot seed shot into me! I couldn't believe how much was coursing out of him. If this kept up, he was going to collapse on top of me from the dehydration alone! I knew that men only had their orgasms at the end of sex, but if it was anything like what I felt, he must not be able to even think right now!

After what felt like an eternity, the man's convulsions finally slowed, and his eyes opened once again to look down at me. "Holy shit," he said, the words more of a satisfied sigh than anything else. "God, I haven't cum like that in ages."

"No kidding," I said feebly. I couldn't manage much else. Even as the orgasm finally, almost mercifully, began to fade, I still couldn't seem to get actual thoughts moving in my head. I just wanted to lay here for a million hours, listening as the rabbit-speed beating of my heart finally began to slow.

Rhodes was still inside me. He shifted a little, and even though his cock was just now starting to shrink, to lose a little of its iron hardness, he still evoked a whole new wash of sensation.

The muscles on the man's arms stood out as he lifted himself up off of me. For a moment, I was hit by a brief wash of sadness as that bruised and battered but still gorgeous chest left mine, as he lifted his warmth up off of me. On the other hand, now I could draw in breath freely once again, and I immediately and gratefully did so.

The man's eyes dipped down, admiring my cleavage as my chest rose and fell. He was now straightening up, and finally, with one last little twitch, his cock slid wetly out of me. The man went as though he was about to lift himself up, but then paused, and instead flopped down on the couch beside me.

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For at least a few minutes, we both lay there side by side on the couch, both of us naked and replaying the recent events in our minds. At least, I know that was what I was doing. And every time that I pictured this huge monster of a man on top of me, still filled with the rush of victory from his fight as he rammed into me, I felt a pleasurable chill run up and down the length of my spine.

Two of the big boxer's fingers stroked up and down along my back, tracing little patterns in my skin. "God," the man whispered a second time. He didn't have to say anything more. That one exclamation seemed to sum up everything.

My head was still swimming. I couldn't believe what I had just done! In just the last few hours, I had met a stranger, made out with him, let him run his hands all over me and into all sorts of forbidden places, watched him fight another stranger in a brutal boxing match, and then gave myself over to him as a victory prize!

To say the least, this was totally unlike how I normally acted.

On the other hand, despite this alarming left turn from my normal self, I didn't actually feel bad about it. Not in the slightest. In fact, I felt more relaxed and content now than I could remember feeling. I hadn't felt this good since-

-since before my ex had dumped me.

The realization hit me like a bucket of freezing water. I nearly sat upright on the couch before regaining control of myself. Rhodes had to have felt my muscles tense at this disturbing thought, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, I let myself slip back down to once again press against the naked man beside me. My thoughts were racing with this newfound knowledge. Why was I different? How had this random chance encounter, this strange decision to throw logic out the window and embrace my wild side with a total stranger, led to me letting go of all of my stress?

I probably could have pondered that question for hours. But instead, my thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing, coming from my little purse halfway across the room where I had dropped it on the floor. Someone was calling me.

I really didn't want to get up to answer that phone. I wanted to stay here, all wrapped up in big muscular arms, still feeling like I was filled with warmth from the fucking I'd just received. But that buzz kept on going, cutting into my tenuous peace of mind. I could feel Rhodes frowning behind me, wondering whether I was going to get up and answer.