0 comments/ 5546 views/ 1 favorites The Straight By: damnedhorse Lean in against me and listen to the surf. We are propped against a lilo, against a rock. The fire crackles off to our left. Across the strait, we see the lights from the town on the smaller island. The sun set an hour ago and they are letting off fireworks in the main square, by the white church. We took the ferry over there yesterday. I feel the warmth of your skin of your back. Warmer still where I have striped you. Your nipples bleed and I cup both breasts with antiseptic wipes. You scream and whimper, staked below the tideline, as the salt water rolls in and over the clips and stripes. Panic! Blood in the water...sharks! Well, I put the shark in your mind, talked about sighting of a tiger nearby. I sit next to you as the surf laps, laugh at the panic, and add more clips. "Don't worry, it was only a newspaper report. Anyway, they don't usually come in to the shallows. Humans are too bony, don't have enough fat. Still...there's blood..." By the fire, putting the bloodied wipes in the waste bag, biting your neck, I whisper to you to spread your legs. The welts from the not-cane, the bastardo, are still fresh. I pluck a fresh wipe, and gently clean away the salt and detritus, first from you left thigh, then from your right. You lean your head back and we kiss. I stand in the surf and release each leg in turn. Brace each on my shoulder and strike you. Water-cooled flesh of your thighs, exposed to crepuscular air, coming out quickly with black marks and trickles of blood. You sob and tremble after only a couple of minutes and I retrun your left leg and release your right. With both, you scream as I return them beneath the saltwater. With this task done, this moment of extracted agony, I kneel beside you kiss you for what seems like forever. The sun is still setting. Settle your head in my lap-buy you a few more minutes in the surf-I add more clips. First to each breast, always make certain to keep balance. Then, up your neck and around your face. These are agony, but they take your mind off the rising water. Finally, I slide from beneath you, and reposition myself beside your thighs. You know what I am about to do, but you must struggle to hold your head up out of the water; you cannot prepare yourself. I place the first of three..."FUCK!" I smile "language, girl" "Fuck language...sir! Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" number two. "FUCKFUCKFUCK!MOTHERFU..." I place number three, and-with a fluid motion-reach up and push your head underwater. You splutter and choke for a moment. I let you up just long enough to take a breath, then submerge you again. "Language, girl". My hand pins you. You struggle. You have never been great at holding your breath. Just when your lungs are bursting, my mouth finds yours beneath the waves, and I breath a lung full of air into you. I keep you alive like this forever. Every time you think you are about to burst, to die, I come to you and deliver air. Hours, days, years later, there comes a time I do not arrive. Now you know your are going to drown, that I have forsaken you. As the panic reaches crescendo, you feel my hands, my rough hands upon the clips. First, your face. I rip them from you. You cannot help it, a bubble, a scream escapes you. You manage not to choke. Next, your breasts. God, how many are there? Sixty. I manage to get them all in one cruel rip. This time you do choke, but now you know the game. You manage to hang on, to get it under control. Finally, you feel me brush the three. Please, please, just DO it! You will. You cannot hold on much longer. PLEASE! To your surprise, I release your hands suddenly. Right as you lift from the surf and gasp, I RIP. You scream and scream and throw your arms around me. I release your legs and we are in one-another, completely, in the water and the blood. You scream and rip and tear at me as I thrust in you, bite you, slap and fuck and fuck and fuck you. We roll over and over in the water so we can both feel the bite. Finally, we crawl, together, separately, from the surf and lay panting by the set but not-yet-lit fire. - I finish cleaning and dressing your wounds, wrap you in a soft towel and hold you close. Kiss your neck. You lean back and look up at me and I smile and mouth something at you, something only for you. We cuddle and watch the fireworks. I stretch around and reach for the hamper, laying just behind us. "I went to the market while you were on the other beach this afternoon. I've got Serrano ham, Piquillo peppers, tortilla, cheese, bread, olives and Cava. Would you like something to eat, girl?" The Straight-Backed Chair The room suddenly goes dark. The blindfold covers my eyes as I feel your presence behind me. Your hands fumble with the front of my jeans, sliding them down my hips. My panties quickly follow. "Step out of them, " you whisper in my ear as your hands pull my shirt up over my head. You unhook my bra and let it fall from my body. "Come with me." You lead me into a room where you sit me in a straight backed chair, whispering yet again. " Be a good girl and don't move, " you say. You suddenly yank my arms behind my back. I feel the coolness of silk around my wrists as you bind me to the chair. I hear you move around to the front of the chair. You kneel down in front of me, roughly forcing my legs apart. You blow along my pussy lips before grabbing my left ankle and tying it to the chair, and again as you tie my right ankle to the chair; my legs spread wide. I feel your hands slide up my ankles, moving to my calves then my thighs. Your hands squeeze roughly right before I feel your breath on my left thigh. You place a kiss on the inside of my thigh, followed by the pinch of your teeth biting down into my skin. You suck hard, leaving a mark on my thigh. "You're mine!" you say. I gasp and nod slowly. You kiss up to my cunt and blow across my lips again, then lean forward and run your tongue along my slit. I gasp loudly and my hips jerk upward in anticipation. My pussy grows very wet. I feel your fingers pull my lips apart. Your tongue slides up from the bottom of my pussy and stops at my clit. You flick it, making me moan loudly and start to squirm. "Stop squirming!" You say roughly to me, but I just can't help it as your tongue goes back to massaging my clit. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my pussy, and I realize you just slapped my cunt with your hand. " I said stop squirming!" You slap my cunt again. I let the pain course through my body, making me wetter. You go back to licking my pussy, your tongue sliding from my clit to my hole. You slide your tongue in, then start moving it, fucking me with it. The silk pulls tight as I jerk my arms, wanting to tangle my fingers in your hair and pull you into my cunt. You continue to lick me 'til I scream out in orgasm, the sweet stickiness of my cum running into your mouth. I hear you stand up. You lightly trace your fingers over my lips. I hear the sound of pants hitting the floor and I lick my lips, knowing what you are about to do, but I am fooled. You kneel back down and untie my ankles, then my wrists. "Don't move!" You order. I sit perfectly still waiting for my next command. I wait until you pull me up by my arms and turn me around. "Get on your knees in the chair, arch your back, I want that ass out." I climb into the chair, my knees resting on the seat. You take my wrists again, stretching my body over the back of the chair and tying the silk around my wrists and the chair. My back arches and my ass is on display. You run your fingers through my hair as you disappear behind me. You spread my legs and I feel the tip of your cock rub against the lips of my pussy, getting it all wet. You slam into me full force, almost knocking me over, making me call out. You slide your cock in and out of my pussy, pounding into me. I moan loudly, wishing I could reach between my legs and rub my clit, but I have given complete control over to you. You continue to pound my pussy, then suddenly you take it away. I whimper and beg to have your cock back. All I get is a sharp slap on my ass. I shiver as I feel your cock pressing against my asshole. Suddenly you slam half your cock into my ass, making me scream from both the pain and the pleasure of the unexpected penetration. You rock your hips hard, fucking my ass, shoving your cock up there. You make me cry out with each thrust. I press back against you as you fuck my ass. Suddenly I feel a familiar warm sensation in my cunt that courses through my whole body. I shudder and call out " I'm cumming!! " You slap my ass again whispering between moans, " good girl, cum for me baby, cum for me." You keep pounding my ass, then I feel you give one extra hard thrust. You bury yourself deep in my ass as you cum. I feel your weight on my back as you kiss my neck and slide slowly out of me. You take my blindfold off and untie my wrists, helping me out of the chair. You turn me around and kiss me deeply, whispering " You are such a dirty girl." The Straight Edge Society Feedback good or bad welcome for this story this is a fantasy and in no way is any reflection, satire or wish of what the real world is all characters are not mine also as a small note Serena is not in this tale as I wrote parts of it before she became part of the society so she isn't in it hope you enjoy it anyway this is a WWEkiller story copy if you must but you must give me credit for working and writing it CM Punk is in his locker room getting ready for his big match on Smackdown against Kane. He checks the tape wrapped around his wrists when there is a knock at his door. Punk motions for his bodyguard Luke Gallows to open the door and the tall bald wrestler opens the steel locker room door and in to Punk's locker room walks Natalya Neidhart. She looks amazing with her blonde hair streaked with pink tied up above her head, she also has on a pink leather jacket and pink and black one shoulder top showing off her flat mid section and low cut enough to show a great deal of her big breasts. Punk eyes go lower to Natalya's tight pink wrestling tights and white boots and the blonde looks stunning and Punk has to take a second to put his eyes back on her face as she starts to Punk. "Thank god your here Punk I need your help," Natalya says to Punk her head lowering slightly. Punk looks behind her to Luke Gallows who is silently asking Punk if he wants the Diva thrown out and Punk shakes his head to the big man who shuts the locker room door and walks over to a corner of the room and takes a seat on a steel chair his eyes focused on Punk and Natalya. "I really need your help Punk," Natalya says staring deep into his eyes, "I have this problem and you are the only one who can help." "What is your problem Nattie, you know the straight edged lifestyle leaves one open to understand the troubles and pressures of others," Punk says in his most reassuring tone of voice placing his hand on Natalya's left shoulder. "Well Punk the thing is I have an addiction and it rules my life," Natalya says sadly her hand rubs her eyes trying to stop the onrushing tears. Punk's hand grips her powerful shoulder tightly, "Oh Natalya you did the right thing coming to see me I can help you I can lead you towards the life of the straight edge." "Thanks Punk but my addiction isn't to drugs or drink but it's sex I can't stop having sex with the guys in the back anyone with a hard cock and I'm all over them I don't think I can be saved," Natalya sobs baring her soul to the leader of the straight edge society. "Natalya you can be saved I can free you from your hang up and addictions," Punk says looking over to Gallows and grinning at the massive bodyguard. "How Punk I'm not strong enough to stop sucking and fucking dick all together," Natalya says looking up and Punk but in the corner of her eye she can see a small bulge starting to form in Punk's black wrestling trunks. "I'm not going to stop you enjoying cock altogether Natalya but I will lead you away from all the chain smoking, pill popping beer swilling losers you have been sleeping with and lead you into the straight edge where bodies are pure and perfect," Punk smiles and puts his hand under Natalya's chin. "Can you imagine a body so pure nothing toxic has ever entered into it a pure body built for joy and pleasure to live a clean life Natalya those are the kind of people you should be sleeping and using your amazing body to please them," Punk says clearly eyeing up Nattie's sexy body. "So if I live the straight edge lifestyle and sleep with straight edge guys I'll be fine I won't feel like a slut," Natalya asks watching Punk staring at her big boobs. "Yes straight edge means you are better than everyone else Natalya you are not a slut you don't abuse your body or kill it slowly with drink or drugs you will be pure," Punk preaches. "And the best way to lead you into this lifestyle is right now is with me your straight edged Saviour I can fuck you and show you how good it feels to sleep with straight edged men," Punk grins at Natalya. "So if I give myself to straight edge no more dirty sex with the ring crew," Natalya asks and Punk shakes his head, "No more fucking my own tag team or anyone else in wrestling gear," She asks again and once again Punk shakes his head. "Natalya it's amazing," Luke Gallows speaks up surprising both Punk and Natalya, "Straight edge saved my life before it was like living under a cloud never knowing only moving with the rest of the herd now I'm standing in the light changed and pure feeling alive and hopeful. "That's it Natalya," Punk says pointing to his bodyguard, "Look at Luke he was a zombie then straight edge saved his life and now he is free don't you want to be free?" Natalya nods her head, "Yeah I wanna be free, I want to be straight edge and I want a straight edge cock," She moans making Punk grin. "Well you're in luck Natalya I'm here to free you from your addiction I'm your saviour and I will lead you to salvation," Punk proclaims as he grabs the bottom of his t shirt and pulls it off. Natalya licks her lips at seeing Punk's torso and tattoos as Punk kicks off his wrestling boots and lowers his ring trunks letting his semi hard 8 inch dick out into the open. "Get on your knees Natalya be reborn into the straight edged life suck on my cock and feel the joy and the freedom of those born better than the rest of the world," Punk cries out kicking away his trunks and watching the hot Canadian blonde sink to her knees in front of him. Reaching out Natalya grabs Punk's semi hard prick and begins to stroke it slowly sliding her hand up and down his thick shaft. Punk groans as Natalya's soft hand rubs his dick and its starts to grow fully hard in her grip as Punk wraps his hands behind his head and enjoys what the sexy diva is doing to him. Natalya pumps her hand a little faster getting CM Punk fully erect, his purple cock head swelling up pointing right in her face. Leaning forward Natalya runs her tongue across his dick head making Punk's knees shake and brings out a louder groan of pleasure. "Oh yeah Natalya that's it suck it suck my big hard straight edge cock, feel how good it tastes," Punk commands and Natalya follows his orders opening her mouth wide and feeding his big cock into her mouth. Inch by inch Punk's dick disappears into Natalya's warm mouth and Punk moans as Natalya easily gets all 8 inches of dick into her mouth then slowly starts to suck on it. Punk thrusts his hips forward slightly going along with her strong sucks getting his dick wet with her saliva as she gives the leader of the straight edge society a blowjob. Natalya sinks her finger nails into Punk's strong thighs holding him steady as she picks up the pace sucking Punk's cock harder, The noise of his dick sliding into her wet mouth filling up the locker room. Natalya slobbers over Punk's dick and licks her pink tongue over every inch of his shaft and this is already turning out to be one of the dirtiest blowjobs of CM Punk's life. He slides a hand though her long blonde locks just as the strong diva takes a deep breath and deep throats Punk's prick making his eyes go wide and he cries out with joy. "Oh yeah Nattie suck that cock take it all the way down your throat and suck on it you dirty little slut," Punk cries and Natalya groans from Punk's dirty talk and starts bobbing her head faster on Punk's cock as her hands move around and massage his balls. "Dirty girl you must have sucked loads and loads of cocks to get this good," Punk moans, "You don't even gag with my prick this far down your throat." Natalya nods and sucks Punk's cock at the same time as she really wants to make him cum so she lightly grinds her teeth over the top of his cock sliding the sharp edges across his shaft. "OHHHH GOD YESSSS OHHH," Punk shuts his eyes and groans as Natalya suck hard on his cock, "You know all those other cocks you have sucked have never tasted this good have they Nattie." Groaning into his cock Natalya nods her head as Punk continues, "And that is because my cock has never been intoxicated and shoved inside a fellow drinker, it's never needed a little blue pill to get and it has never been victim to second hand smoke after having sex." "That Natalya," Punk says puffing his chest out, "Is because I am straight edge completely pure and free of all of life's poisons and evil's and doesn't it feel so much better than all the other low life's and losers who have fucked you." Natalya groans with approval of Punk's words and starts really sucking harder making Punk's entire body rock at the force of Natalya's bobbing head. Nattie pounds her face forward driving Punk's dick further and harder down her throat. She sucks on it hard and her tongue slides across his rock hard shaft and Punk places his hand on the young blonde's head guiding her to keep sucking his big dick. "Suck my big cock Natalya and be ready because straight edge will change your life it will make you better than the rest of the WWE universe," Punk moans preaching to Natalya as she gives him an amazing blowjob. Natalya rubs her hands up and down Punk's big strong thighs feeling his smooth skin with the palms of her hands. She bobs her head back and forth sliding her lips across his big shaft making Punk moan and groan as Nattie sucks his cock better than anyone ever has before. "Natalya I think I can help your addiction I can save you from your fellow weak minded sheep that plague this land," Punk moans as his lifts his right hand into the air and looks down at Natalya. "Don't stop sucking Nattie but I want you to raise your right hand I want you to take the pledge and give your life and addiction to me your straight edge saviour," Punk yells as Natalya sucks harder but lifts her right hand in the air as she is on her knees blowing Punk's big dick. "Your addiction is now part of me I will only let you use your addiction on those in the straight edge society only those who have earned it should get a chance to feel your amazing mouth," Punk growls as Natalya deep throats his big dick and CM Punk's cockhead starts pushing against the walls on Natalya's throat. Natalya still has her hand in the air as she sucks the life out of Punk's dick, her other hand moves in-between Punk's legs and she starts rubbing her fingers over his balls. Punk groans and runs his other hand though his long black hair as Natalya sucks his cock like a true slut. "Natalya," Punk moans, "You are a true straight edge slut and now all you have to do is taste, my cum drink it all up and you are part of the straight edge society, YOU WILL BE SAVED," Punk screams as he thrusts his hips forward and cums straight down Natalya's throat. Natalya braces herself as Punk's warm seed shoots down her throat and the blonde wants to taste and drink every drop not for Punk and to join the SES but because she loves tasting cum it's her favourite thing about a blowjob is getting to swallow all the guy's cum nearly draining him of his juices. She swallows every blob of cum CM Punk fires into her wide open mouth and as she swallows Nattie keeps her right arm in the air. "Yeah Nattie taste it this is the only substance you should be addicted too," Punk cries as his knees go weak as he keeps sending wave after wave of cum into the young Canadian's mouth. Punk's dick goes limp as Natalya swallows the last few drops then opens her mouth and Punk steps back still a little dazed and drained but with a big smile on his face. "Good girl Natalya welcome to the straight edge society," Punk grins taking a seat next to his own locker tired but very satisfied. "Do I have to shave my head and walk around with you guys?" Natalya asks getting to her feet and stretching out her sore knee joints. "No not all the members need my constant watch and guidance, you can keep your hair but when I say jump you must drop whatever you are doing and come and serve me," Punk grins and then looks behind Natalya to see Luke Gallows who has a bulge beginning to poke out in his camouflage pants. "But while I'm recovering and you are now a part of the straight edge society my friend Luke over there would like a chance to be the first straight edge cock inside of you" Punk points out. Natalya spins around to see Luke Gallows grinning as he takes off his jet black hat and pulls off his SES t shirt. He kicks off his black combat boots and unclips his belt and now his pants come down and his hard 10 inches of penis become exposed and Natalya's mouth starts to water. Luke stands in front of her completely naked as Punk sits back against the wall his hands behind his head as he watches Gallows and Natalya. The blonde grins at him and soon her pink top and white boots join the big pile of clothes on the floor. Luke reaches forward and rubs his hands across Natalya's massive chest feeling up her big tits making her moan softly. Gallows' fingers race around her pink nipples that are erect and almost an inch wide and Luke takes great pleasure in squeezing and rubbing her big boobs. Natalya takes a step back away from Gallows' soft hands and unclips the belt on her pants and lets the heavy leather belt fall to the locker room floor. She then slides her pink spandex pants down her wide hips and down her powerful looking legs to her ankles. Kicking her pants away Natalya stands totally naked in front of the SES and both eyes are staring at her amazing body. Natalya is smaller than most divas but her body is a perfect fit for her size as her massive boobs stick out and her shaved blonde pussy is already dripping wet down her legs. "You like?" Natalya asks teasing the two naked wrestlers. Gallows grins and starts stroking his hard cock and Natalya smiles she walks back to where there is a table pushed up against the wall. She jumps onto it and spreads her legs showing even more of her pink dripping wet pussy to Punk and Gallows. "No, no, no, no Natalya the straight edged lifestyle doesn't have a cock first time in the pussy, they bend over and they take it up the ass," Punk says a sick smile on his face. Natalya grins and spins around bending over sticking her big ass out right in front of Luke Gallows who strokes his cock harder as he stares at Natalya's big tanned ass. Natalya braces herself as the massive frame of Luke Gallows stands behind her near naked body, his big dick swinging in between his legs. Pushing forward Gallows pushes his cock head against the entrance of Nattie's asshole making her moan. "Have you ever taken a big hard cock up your ass Natalya?" Punk questions the bent over blonde while stroking his long beard. "Yes Punk I have," Nattie moans wiggling her ass from side to side trying to push more of Gallows prick inside her large ass, "I love it when guys fuck my big ass but I've never had a cock this big in my booty." Smiling Punk wordlessly nods to Luke to carry on and the chaplain of the straight edge society pushes forward with a grunt driving 10 inches of cock into Natalya's ass hole. Her ass isn't too tight but Luke's big cock still causes the second generation wrestler a lot of pain as his massive prick pushes into her asshole. Gallows can't fit his giant cock into Natalya so once he is a good few inches in he starts to move and push his hips into her managing to get a few extra inches into her ass by fucking her. Natalya's bright white fingernails dig roughly into the smooth wood of the table as he ass is being fucked by this massive 6 foot 300 pound grappler. Harder and faster Gallows picks up the pace as Punk watches on enjoying the show as two members of the straight edge society fuck in front of him. Nattie's big tits wobble and shake as her ass is taken hard by the large Gallows and he grabs Nattie by her tanned hips and really starts to pound her booty with his large prick. "Oh fuck Luke fuck me fuck me with your big fat cock fuck me in the ass," Natalya moans with pleasure as the pain subsides and she can start enjoying Gallows' dick fucking her ass. A man of few words and now as it also seems few moans and groans Luke Gallows pounds her ass as hard as he can with big beads of sweat trickling down his large muscular arms. His cock slams in and out of Nattie's stretched out asshole making the young blonde moan and groan as Gallows tightens his grip on her hip and pounds her so hard the table starts to rock and move. The scratching sound of table legs sliding across the concrete floor would fill the room if it wasn't already drowned out by Natalya's deep and lustful cries of joy. Punk now stands up watching the ass fucking intensely his own dick becoming semi hard as he rubs a taped up hand over his cock making it twitch as Natalya moans for more. "Please Luke fuck me harder I'm a dirty straight edge slut I take it even harder if you do it I promise I vow to be the best straight edge slut out there," The blonde practically begs the wrestler fucking her ass. Luke can't refuse such an offer but still looks over at Punk asking his saviour for permission which he does with a grin on his face running his hands though his long black hair as he watches and believes what a slut Natalya is. Gallows thrusts in harder for the first time getting all ten inches into Natalya filling the blonde whore up and Natalya responses to this lifting her whole upper body up off the table and moans loudly like a auditioning porn star. Punk's eyes are drawn to Nattie's massive tits which hang down and her big pink nipples are fully erect and look so tasty that Punk licks his pierced lips and moves over to the anal slut. Natalya looks up to see Punk standing next to her and before she can speak his hands reach out and grab her massive tits and squeeze them at the same time Gallows slams all ten inches straight down Nattie's asshole. "OH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK ME PLEASE I NEED TO BE FUCKED LIKE THE WHORE I AM FUCK ME OHHHHHHHH," Natalya moans as loud as her voice can manage and Punk grins thinking about all the workers and superstars backstage that might be able to hear this slut moan. Punk acts on her moans and squeezes her tits harder letting her soft skin run though his fingers as he plays and teases her rock hard nipples. Gallows keeps bucking his hips into the blonde sweat moving down his bald head as he can feel his balls ache knowing he won't last much longer fucking this dirty slut. His large hands now latch on Natalya's big asscheeks and give the soft tanned flesh a long hard squeeze in much the same way Punk is squeezing Nattie's breasts. Rubbing Nattie's big nipples Punk cannot help but lean down and lick one of her nipples making Natalya's whole body shake with pleasure as Gallows bucks his hips in roughly his own dull moans and groans become deeper. Natalya can feel Gallows is coming near the end and she starts pushing her ass back into him and shaking it a little trying to give more pleasure to his massive dick and soon Gallows' is grunting hard his fingers digging and holding onto Natalya's skin. "Punk I'm going to cum," The soft spoken monster says to his leader who gets up spitting out Nattie's tits and grinning. "Pull out Luke and Nattie get on your knees I want you to prove who much you are willing to be straight edged," He orders and quickly his two followers move into the positions Punk points out to them. A naked Natalya Neidhart on her knees rubbing her thighs together to pleasure her dripping wet and underused pussy while her left hand rubs her spit covered boob feeling CM Punk's warm saliva. Gallows is standing over also completely naked holding onto his massive tool and strokes it aiming the large head right at Natalya's face and the blonde knows what Punk wants and shuts her eyes. It doesn't take Luke long to get himself worked up and with one low long animal like groan he shoots and a thick wad of cum flies and splats right onto Natalya's face. Not done with one shot Luke jerks his big shaft hard sending several more streams of sticky cum hitting Nattie's cute face almost covering the blonde's face from view like a bizarre mask. Gallows tired out falls back as sits against a locker as Natalya opens her eyes and runs a hand across her cum coated face. A big smile appears on her face as she wipes a bit of cum off her eyes so she can open them before licking Luke's cream off her fingers and moans lustfully at tasting his seed and the second load of cum in the last few hours. Punk stares down at her now jerking his own hard prick his eyes picking between her cum covered face, massive boobs and her pussy which is leaking a small puddle of juices onto his locker room floor. Nattie wipes a bit more off her face before looking up to see Punk standing over her in much the same way Gallows did. She can see his rock hard prick erect in front of her still wet with his earlier cum but rock hard and ready for action again and she can help but give the straight edge saviour a little cheeky grin. The Straight Edge Society "I'm still a slut Punk," Natalya says wiping the last traces of cum from her face staring at him, "No amount of straight edge can stop me being addicted to cocks," "Of course not Nattie your addiction to sex is now just down to having sex with members of the straight edge society and that is not a addiction it's a obligation," Punk says with a grin plastered on his face as he helps Nattie back to her feet and leads her back over to the sweat covered table where Gallows had fucked her a few minutes ago. He helps Natalya sit on the edge of the table and without even telling her Nattie spreads her legs exposing her wet pussy lips to her new leader. Wasting no more time Punk presses her dick against her pussy and pushes into her making both wrestlers moan with pleasure as Punk fills up her soaking wet cunt. He starts thrusting into her and Nattie is rocking back and forth her hands holding onto the table for dear life as Punk fucks her like a wild man. Her juices have lubed up her pussy to the point in which Punk has no trouble forcing his big dick in and out of her pussy which allows him to go at an ultra fast pace really pounding his cock inside the blonde making her scream and cry. Looking up Punk's eyes are again drawn to Nattie's huge tits bouncing and shaking up and down from the force of his fucking as his hips pound into Nattie's as his cock pounds her wet pussy. The table was slide all the way back into the wall from the force of the straight edge society trying to fuck the addiction out of Natalya. Groaning and moaning Natalya lets go of the table and runs her hands though her curly blonde hair moaning in intense pleasure. She has been needed a release ever since that horny ring hand finished off without letting her cum leading her to Punk so a long awaited orgasm is all Natalya can think about and Punk is bringing her closer and closer to it. Punk can't resist her big bouncing boobs anymore so he cranes his head forward and starts licking and sucking on her big at tits as his hands move around grabbing her hips holding the blonde steady so he can really enjoy her boobs. "OH YEAH PUNK THAT'S IT SHIT LICK THEM LICK MY DIRTY TITS MAKE ME CUM PUNK I NEED TO CUM I WANT IT SO BAD I'M SO HORNY MAKE ME CUM," Natalya gasps as Punk bites on her on left nipple at the same time slamming his prick right into her G spot. The blonde's eyes roll back into her head and she leans back nearly screaming the locker room down as Punk pounds her pussy hard looking to make his new disciple cum. Punk's taped up hands move to Nattie's massive breasts and he starts squeezing and pulling on the flesh as he keeps the pressure up fucking Natalya's pussy as hard as he can his big cock pounding and rubbing against her wet and sensitive pussy walls making her moan and cry out in built up lust and joy. "I'M CUMMING PUNK JESUS CHIRST I'M CUMMING," Nattie screams as Punk pounds her into a mind blowing orgasm, her whole body shakes and her moans and groans are so loud for a second Gallows has to cover his ears as the blonde screams till she lose her voice. Punk keeps his dick inside on her and holds onto her breasts throughout her earth shattering orgasm but as soon as it finishes he holds onto Natalya's limp body and slowly pulls his dick out of her pussy. His cock is covered in her cum and it's dripping onto the floor As Punk turns Nattie round and bends her over the desk again sticking her big ass out. Natalya is barely conscious as she is bent over and Punk grabs his cock and wipes Nattie's cum off on her own big booty. After getting his cock clean of her cum Punk pulls Nattie's head up by her hair as he pushes his pulsing hard dick into her already well fucked asshole. Natalya moans dully as she can't even feel Punk enter her ass as her head is still spinning from that massive orgasm. Punk pushes deep into Natalya's ass and really starts to fuck that ass as he pulls back on her hair keeping her pretty face off the sweat stained table. The straight edge saviour is pounding away at Natalya's large round ass, his hips crashing into her smooth flesh as he drives his cock deeper inside the blonde. Natalya has still not recovered from her orgasm but her senses clear enough to know she is being fucked hard in the ass and her automatic response to this is to groan. Punk hears the groan and it really turns him on as he knows after all he and Gallows have fucked out of her she is still ready and willing for more. Her deep throaty moans make Punk rock forward move driving his hard dick deeper into her ass really fucking her already well fucked hole. Punk's taped up fingers find Natalya's large asscheeks and his fingers sink into her flesh and he starts to moan and groan. "Fuck yeah Natalya take it take my big cock you straight edge slut," Punk howls his voice getting deeper as he almost humps Natalya's thick booty looking to try and cum. Natalya responses by increasing her groans and arching her back allowing Punk to dive deeper into her rectum and his big dick really fills up her tight ass. Shaking his head from side to side Punk tries to flick his sweaty hair out of his face, his eyes focused only on Natalya's tanned rear as he pulls his dick all the way out of her asshole before driving back in again getting the full length of his cock inside her. Natalya's head is starting to clear and the room swings back into focus as she can really feel Punk's small build body pushing into her from behind, his grunt and loud groans meaning he is getting close to finishing. The blonde wants her new master to finish so she starts pushing her own small well build body back slamming and driving her own ass on his prick making her eyes widen as she yells in pleasure. "SHIT YES PUNK FUCK MY ASS FUCK MY BIG SWEATY ASS PUNK POUND MY HOLE FUCK ME PUNK FUCK MY ASS," Natalya howls her voice carrying all around the almost empty locker room. Hearing those lust filled moans Punk doubles up his own efforts driving his cock with reckless abandonment into Natalya's sore asshole as in a corner Luke Gallows was getting dressed but he stops and watches the fucking going on a few feet in front of him. Punk pounds Natalya's asshole hard his balls bouncing off her thick thighs and he shuts his eyes hard trying to hold back the building feeling of lust. Natalya's moans and groans are getting louder as she grabs hold of her own massive tits and squeezes them making sure she nearly deafens Punk with her moans and cries. Holding on tight Punk's nails bite into Natalya's asscheeks as he pounds her hard his cock dripping pre cum into her whole and he knows it's only a matter of seconds before he explodes. "SHIT NATTIE I'M CUMMING FUCK," Punk yells as Natalya braces herself against the table ready for him to cum. Punk pushes his dick deep inside her ass and he's moans hard as cum shoots out of his dick filling up her ass and after a few squirts of cum deep into her ass Punk pulls out. He grabs his cock and aims it at Natalya's tanned brown ass and sends several waves of spunk across her smooth skin cum coating her ass. Gallows laughs as Punk decorates her ass with his cum and Natalya moans and wiggles her ass as she feels his hot jizz on her skin. Punk finishes with one last jet then staggers back to the locker he was sitting on catching his breath and taking a big gulp of water. Natalya breathes hard too and slowly picks herself up off the table her whole body caked with sweat and her ass covered in Punk's cum she moves towards him limping as both her pussy and ass are very sore having taken two big wrestlers fucking her hard. She stands in front of Punk and kneels before him her head bowed slightly and Punk rests his hand on her sweaty head. "You are saved," He grumbles tired but happy as he has another soldier in his straight edge fight. The Straight Girl Or, what can happen if I leave the house instead of fucking around on the internet once in a while. I pried myself away from the computer and my apartment for the night, wrapping myself against the cold Maine night as I trudged to a bar for a work party. Rather, some people from work were meeting up since one of them is moving away to get drunk and be dull. As is usually the case, I've found my new workmates a pleasant enough bunch with whom I have nothing in common. Still—it had been hard to escape the invite, and I needed to shake the dust off after nearly six mostly solitary (and celibate) months in Portland. So I went. Booze helped, especially since people kept picking up my drinks, coworkers and guys looking to get my attention. I paid for about half, not a bad ratio. I was resigned to a long night of forced smiles and shop talk when a colleague offhandedly introduced someone to me, saying, "Oh, this is Anna—she's visiting and wanted to come along." I looked over and saw a plainly pretty little dirty blonde, with thin lips showing a skim of pale gloss, looking tired and a little lost in her big overcoat. "Oh, hi," I heard myself stammer, as her lonely little smile caught me inexplicably. "Um, what are you drinking?" We talked, her clearly grateful that someone at the noisy bar was paying attention. She was in from out of town, college friend, on her way to visit her aunt, etc. She was nice, and shyly funny in a way that works on me. She had a habit of brushing the wisps of hair that escaped her short pony tail behind her left ear that I thought was girlishly endearing. And she was no dummy—in fact, she seemed as bored by her college friend here as I was by her at work every week, and we fell into a nice, easy rhythm. I wasn't overly flirty. I wasn't here to pick up mousy friends of coworkers I'd have to deal with at the office. It'd be complicated—in a dull way. Plus, I'm not feeling particularly confident these days—or when I am, it's anonymously, online, or in places where even being face-to-face is anonymous. I just enjoyed the chat, and interacting with someone who didn't bore me. We had several more drinks—she, adorably, switched to my vodka tonics after that first rum and coke I bought her. No one at the "party" noticed us. They were being dully uninhibited, drinking and laughing too loudly. When I asked if she smoked, I did it with a conspiratorial whisper, that made her laugh. I liked her answer ("Only at loud bars"), as I did her tinkly little laugh, like she was pleased at herself for being naughty. We slipped into our coats and out the door. In the cold, I pulled out the old pack of Dunhill blues I kept for just such occasions. (I don't really smoke—except when I want to get someone alone for a minute.) When she took one of them from my proffered pack, I let her place it between those thin lips, then leaned in against the wind to light it with the old mother-of-pearl zippo I kept, again, for just such occasions. It lit, I lit her cigarette, then, as if huddling in to keep it lit, brushed her downy, pale cheek with my lips as the flame caught. I didn't acknowledge the kiss as I lit up—and, after a moment, neither did she. I snapped the lighter closed, and we inhaled together, then exhaled the same way. We didn't talk for a long minute, then, when she took her cigarette out and opened her mouth to speak, I kissed her again, this time right on those thin lips. I went on as long as I felt her lips stay soft. When they tensed, I pulled back and let her see my eyes. I didn't apologize—but I smiled a little sheepishly. She pulled me back in then and kissed me hard, surprising and delighting me, her fresh, smoky booze breath and her darting little tongue stealing in past my full, wet lips sending a warm bath of desire through me in the cold. We were in an Uber in five minutes, stumbling into my vestibule in fifteen. Nude in seventeen. On the way over in some guy's car, I reached out to stroke her little hand, but we didn't speak. When we were inside, I kept kissing her, undressing her. Not giving her time to think. That sounds predatory, I suppose, but her body and her hands and her mouth told me all I needed to know about what she wanted to actually be doing—boyfriend be damned. She told me while we were drinking. Boyfriend, long-distance, trying to make it work while he's at his new job in San Francisco, etc. I'm a good listener—and, again, I move in when I know what I want, but only once I sense I'll be wanted. (I wanted her, but I didn't want to be humiliated.) I really am a good listener. I liked her. And she was the one who brought up the story of the similarly drunken night in college when she and my coworker acquaintance "fooled around." She blushed so sweetly when she said it that I had to restrain myself from kissing here right in front of her old pal—who, Anna confided, always brought it up when she was in town and then laughed too loudly over white wine. And then I had her standing up against my living room wall, her jeans around her ankles, and my face burrowing into the tight little moist knot of her panties. They were simple. Cotton. Little heartbreaking flowers on them. Definitely not panties she was planning on getting laid in. I wrapped her slim hips in my arms and then yanked them down. Her sparse, unassuming brown thatch was darkened with wetness, and I licked her inner thighs of it, then buried my tongue into its center. Her voice—thin like the rest of her—tinkled in the air between us. I found her slit, pried it open with my tongue (I have a nice, long, fat tongue), and heard her louder. I pressed her through that time of undressing, in my living room, before I had her naked and pliant in my bedroom. Sound harsh? I didn't want to lose her. Anna was straight. Straight enough. But she was lonely and—in that lovely phrase, whoever came up with it—female sexuality is a lot more fluid. (Men—you really have no idea what you're missing.) In bed, once I had her ribby, high-breasted body where I wanted it, she was so lovely. So sweet and—lovely. She let me go down on her for as long as I wanted—and I wanted hours. I teased her lips out, pulling them long and thin, and then sucked them into my mouth. I fingered her while I made her, finally, achingly come in my mouth as I sucked her salty little clit. (She really didn't know she'd be laid tonight.) I kissed my way up her tummy and found her impossibly delicate breasts, with nipples like my dreams—she had barely any aureoles, and her nipples popped out like raspberries on her sloping, triangular little tits. When I kissed her with her own come on my lips, she pulled back. I pressed hard and she relented, with a little moan. I was dripping on her as I straddled her hips. I kissed her again and again and again. I fingered her to coming again while we made out, her yelping into my mouth, our kissing not stopping, not for anything. When she lay gasping, I curled her to my body. I held her close and warmed her, my ample form practically enveloping her, or so it felt to me. I imagined she'd leave, or at the most, stay and sleep without reciprocating. That was a pattern I'd seen with the "straight" girls I'd been with. But Anna was a surprise, as she kissed me deeply, fixed me with a saucy look I hadn't yet seen, then went down on me until I saw stars. I found myself, once the stars cleared, worrying as I always do, about my body, who I am inside. Especially thinking of Anna inside me, her thin, middle class, trim little lithe body that her noncommittal but rich boyfriend paws when it suits him. Between coming and coming again I felt tears squeeze between my lids, preemptively feeling alone again. When she was exhausted—as I was—she kissed me, unexpectedly, as I'd forced my kiss on her. I tasted my cunt on her thin lips, on her darting tongue. I smelled myself as she kissed her way up my face—and then straddled my face , pinning my raised arms startlingly above my head. When I looked up past her now dripping little cunt, her face above me was parted with a corked smile. "Lick me, now," she said, and I came as soon as her sopping pussy smothered me. In short. Getting outside. Recommended. The Straight Room Mate I had been hanging out with Tommy, Michelle, Robby, and Erin for about 3 months before I moved in. I was living at mom's house, which wasn't exactly ideal. Mom got under my skin, and I got under hers. We drove each other crazy, but she never lost 'best-friend-mom' status. After a while, things got really bad, and my home life started going to shit. Mom kicked me out shortly thereafter. I currently live with Tommy, Michelle, Robby, and Erin. It's nice, all things considered. About one month after I moved in, Tommy started being more innuendoes towards me, and started being more physical with me, putting his hands on my hips to move me instead of just saying 'Please move.' This confused me because he seems so straight, even back when I knew him in elementary school. Tommy and Chelsea's relationship wasn't the strongest. At all. They fought about the stupidest things one minute, then basically at each other's throats the next. Crazy! Since elementary school, Tommy and I had a weird tension between us. It's almost like we both wanted to try to do stuff with each other, but it just never happened because neither of us knew how to approach the situation. One time when he was over at mom's house with me for the night, we were laying on the couch watching a movie, a respectable distance between us. I began to get a bit desirous after a particularly hot and heavy scene in the movie. I laid on my side facing him, supporting myself on my shoulder and 'absentmindedly' traced random patterns on the sofa while I sort of watched the movie. He got up to get water or something and when he laid back down, he laid just a few inches closer, and it almost seemed like he did it on purpose. I thought about it for a short time then dismissed the idea. It just seemed so unlikely. That was until I saw him discreetly reach in his pants and adjust himself. Nothing happened that night. There was that tension from before, but this time is was stronger. Tristen and I were in his room one afternoon watching Family Guy. He had his laptop out, doing his 'research' or whatever. After a few episodes, he decided he was going to go take a shower, and left his laptop open. I knew he takes long showers, and I was curious to see what he had on his laptop. I found a folder in his Documents Library called journal. I know you're not supposed to read peoples diaries, but I figured, I've gone this far already. Why stop now? I wanted to start from the first entry date, to see how long he's been writing and to see what he writing about. As per the dates, he has kept a journal since mid-sophomore year about once a month in the beginning. About one year ago, he started writing more frequently, maybe two or three times a week. I started reading a bit more into a couple of them. He wrote about his relationship with Michelle and how he still thinks about Amanda, his ex, and his thoughts about his future, job, et cetera. An entry from about 3 months ago, around the time I moved in, caught my attention. He wrote about how his feeling for Michelle are changing. I read more, and found that he was very slowly losing interest in her, about girls in general sometimes. This intrigued me, so I read the next one, written a week later. He said he had gotten curious and decided to find gay porn, not expecting to get off or anything, just curious to see what happened. He said he definitely felt aroused by it. The next few entries were brief and dry. Three weeks after I moved in, he said he had tried gay porn again, and had actually gotten off to climax. He said he and Michelle had sex the night before and it didn't seem as great. He said he was getting really confused. Another week and a half later is when things started getting more interesting. He wrote about his curiosity for actually trying something with a guy. He even mentioned me! This was about the time that he started being more suggestive with me. For the next month, entries were sparse. He had started to get more withdrawn. He was a lot shorter in the way he talked to people, and he and Michelle fought more and more often about stupider and stupider things. Chelsea and Tommy had already taken two breaks in their relationship and broken up once. Each time they got back together. Two months after I moved in, Tommy wanted to take a break again, see other people, to see if they can live without each other. The next entry was rather depressing. He wrote about how he feels bad for calling it quits with Michelle, and how he's so confused, doesn't know what to do, doesn't know who to talk to about it. After reading that entry, I decided I needed to be a true friend and hang out with him as often as I could. He was really depressed, and I felt I needed to be there for him. We spent our days off in his room, playing Xbox, watching shows on Netflix, watching movies on OnDemand. I even spent a few nights in his room. One evening that weekend, we had been playing Minecraft for a while, so we decided to take a break. We went outside for fresh air, and to sit outside and look at the stars. I could tell there was something on his mind, so I stayed quiet, hoping he would say something. Sure enough, about one minute later, he said nervously, "Chris... We're friends, right?" "Of course we are!" I said, and genuinely meant it. "So... We can talk about anything... Right?" "...Yes..." "Okay. I don't know how to approach this..." He paused, a hard look on his face. "I think I need help." "...With?" He hesitated, took a deep breath, then said, "I'm very confused... Sexually..." "I know. I'm sorry, please don't get upset, but I read some of your journal entries on your laptop..." I said. He was silent for a while. I saw him relax a little, then he said slowly, "So... What do you think... About..." A long pause. "What do you think I should do?" "Do what feels right." Simple. We were silent for a long time, then we got cold and decided to go back inside. I picked up the Xbox controller, but he didn't pick up his. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I think... If you're okay with it... I know we live together... And I don't want to make things awkward..." He didn't have to finish. I knew what he wanted. "If it's what you want..." He patted the bed next to where he was sitting, so I got up and sat awkwardly next to him. He looked at me, his eyes looking me over. He put his hand on my leg, and I blushed. "Let me know if you want to stop at any point," he said cautiously and I nodded my head. He looked at me again, and his eyes flickered down to my lips for such a brief second that I wasn't even sure it had happened. Next thing I knew, his face was in front of mine, his eyes closed, his lips lightly pressed to mine. It was such a soft kiss, I didn't think he could be so gentle and sensual, especially with him being the masculine, man's man type. His hand went up to my neck, we pulled apart slightly, and he opened his eyes as I opened mine. I could feel myself blushing intensely, and I was surprised to see that he was blushing too. We locked lips again, this time our tongues met, exploring each other. I stood up, straddled him, our chests together, my arms resting on his shoulders, his arms around my waist. Looking down at him, I kissed him again, a bit slower, more sensual, more confident. I could feel my cock starting to grow, pressing against his stomach. I knew he felt it too because I felt his body get warmer, and I also knew that his erection would arrive shortly. Before long, our kissing became more intense, our breathing becoming deeper and I could feel that he was getting an erection too. I moved my hands down to his chest, down to the hem of his shirt, and I pulled it up a bit, then looked at him to see if it was okay. He looked calm, so I lifted it up over his head, exposing his bare chest. I rested my hands on his chest, and he slid his hands under my shirt, feeling my chest, then moved his arms in a way that the bottom of my shirt come up, then smoothly lifted it over my head and off my arms. He put his arms around my middle and hugged me to him, our skin touching with an almost electric feeling. I put my arms around his shoulders and hugged him back. He eventually moved his hands down my back to my butt, feeling it, squeezing it and pulling me against him, pushing my hard cock against his chest. I inhale and exhale slowly, my head tilting back with eyes closed. He curls his fingers over the elastic band of my pajama pants and pulled down a bit, revealing a small portion of my butt, enough for him to fondle and play with. I reached behind me and rubbed his loosely bulging pajama pants, making him tense up a bit then relax. He pulled my pajama pants down all the way over my butt, exposing my hard cock. He took it in his hands, stroked it a few times, turned it this way and that, looking it over, then took my cock head in his mouth. I moaned quietly as I felt his lips around my cock, moving down the shaft, getting it wet with his spit. It felt so good; I'd been neglecting my desires for well over a month. I reached my hand into his pajama pants and realized that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was rock hard and felt like a perfectly sized cock for riding and nicely proportioned balls. He tensed up again, then relaxed. He moved his hands back onto my butt, squeezed, then pulled me forward, pushing my cock into his mouth. My breathing became heavier. I got up and slid my pajama pants all the way down and stepped out of them. I pushed him down so he was laying on the bed with his feet on the ground. I pulled his pajama pants down to his knees and was pleased to see that his cock was indeed as perfect as I had felt it. I grabbed his cock, stroked him a bit, he moaned softly. Then I closed my lips around his cock, mid shaft, and he moaned again. He almost immediately moved his hands to the back of my head and pushed down, pushing his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock, thoroughly enjoying the somehow fresh flavor of it. I pulled his pajama pants all the way off, and he stood up and told me to lay on my stomach on the bed with my knees on the ground. I did as I was told and promptly felt his hands groping my butt. "You have a really nice ass," he said and I giggled. I saw him reach for some lube and he said again, "If you want me to stop, tell me." I squeezed some lube onto his hand and whipped in on the top of my crack, dragging his fingers down to spread it. He rubbed my hole for a little while, then slowly slid his finger into my ass. "Wow. It's a lot tighter than a vagina," he said. I laughed, not sure what to say, but knowing it's true. I heard him open the lube again and squeeze some onto his cock. He positioned himself with his legs between mine, his cock against my hole, applying slight pressure. He held his cock with his right hand and put his left hand on my right shoulder and pushed until he popped inside of me. He didn't give me any time to adjust my tight neglected hole, and all of a sudden his cock was buried in me. He sighed deeply, clearly enjoying the sensation, and his hands moved to my hips, pulling them closer, the moved his hips left and right a bit. He pulled all the way out, rubbed his cock with one hand and pushed his thumb into my hole with the other. "Dam that's tight!" He pushed his cock in again in one smooth stroke, making me squeeze from pleasant pain, and he moaned. His hands on my hips again, he pulled out half way and thrust his hips foreward, causing me to groan with pain. He squeezed my hips and said, "Yeah, you like that?" and thrust forward again. "Yeah... Yeah I do." Without warning, he began pounding my tight ass, making me moan and groan loudly. He bade me roll over onto my back, and pulled my legs over his shoulders. Without warning, he slammed his thick cock into me, and I moan loudly. "Ah fuck yeah," I moaned. "Yeah? You like that? Ooohhh, yeah you do, don't you?" He stopped long enough to squirt some lube on his hand then rub it all over my cock. He stroked my rock solid member, making my breath quicken and my back arch slightly. My hands gripped a pillow tightly as I brought it to my mouth, bit it hard, and tried not to cry out in intensely pleasurable pain. He pulled out, pulled me upright, laid down on his back, and I straddled him, sitting slowly on his throbbing cock facing away from him. His hands slid down my back, held my hips, holding me up a little and began to plow my ass, making it difficult for me to be quiet. He slowed down, and I started bouncing up and down on his cock. He reached up and dug his fingers into my shoulder, and dragged them all the way down my back ending at my lower back. I couldn't help but let out a big loud moan. He reached up and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my down on top of him, and ran his hand all over my body, feeling me everywhere. Eventually one hand moved up my body to my neck. He gently clamped his hands under my jaw, making my gasp, breathing now becoming more difficult. "Shut up bitch, there are other people in the house. We don't want them to find out," he said softly and calmly into my ear as he dug his free fingers into the center of my chest and scratched hard across one side of my rib cage, ending where it ended. He squeezed my throat as I was about to scream, making it even harder to breath. My senses seemed to be getting more and more sensitive the longer he abused me. He released my throat slowly then lifted my legs so my knees were by my shoulders, held me firmly, and invaded my swollen hole with sharp, rapid, rough thrusts from his cock. He moved his lips to my neck, kissed lightly, licked the side with the tip of his tongue, then sunk his teeth in. I held my breath, eyes clenched shut, grinding my teeth trying not to scream. His breathing became heavier, almost like big gusts in then out. His thrusts became harder, he started moaning, his teeth still clamped down hard on my neck. I could tell he was about to cum; I felt his throbbing cock start to swell. It seemed like all his muscles tensed as he bit even harder, thrusted harder, and moaned loudly through his teeth. I felt three thrusts give three large squirts as his cock hit it's deepest point. He continued to plow my ass until I couldn't stand it and began to squeeze hard and push at the same time, making my cock start to swell. I began to feel strings of his cum squirt out of my ass from me pushing so hard. He moaned hard into my neck again, biting harder and kept annihilating my abused ass hole. My cock began to tingle, and I knew I was about to cum. I let out a hoarse cry as I involuntarily shot my long overdue load all the way up to my face and chest. Tommy slowed down, his jaw slowly unclenched, he finally let go of my legs and they fell limply onto the bed. Both tired from over exertion, we panted heavily, trying hard to catch our breath. I felt his cock begin to slide out of my ass and realized I was still pushing. By the time I stopped pushing it was too late. His cock popped out of my ass painfully and his cum squirted out onto his bed and continued dripping onto his cock for a while. Eventually I was able to move my sweat-sticky back from his chest and laid down next to him, nearly covered in cum. Both of us eventually regained control of our lungs and looked at each other and smiled, huge grins across our faces. "How about a shower?" he said. From then to now, we've had sex 15 times, almost every day. I continue to learn his body, what he likes, what makes him crazy, and he reads me the same way. Sex gets better every time. We plan to eventually move my stuff into his room, and hope the house accepts it.