Fuck Me Without Mercy

When at last I saw the idea cross his mind, I beat him to it. I fell forward in front of him and jumped like a frog right between his legs. Again, my shortness helped me. No wrestler ever deliberately falls to the mat, so Steve was slow to react. Before he could, I had curled up around his feet and was already rolling up on the backs of his legs. He went down like the proverbial tree, landing on his hands and knees.

In a flash, I was on his back, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. There was no way I could flip him for the pin, my weight was negligible and he knew more escapes from this position than I could count. When he grabbed my leg below the knee and started to pull me around, I knew it would be over in seconds.

He knew it, too. He should have rolled over on me to put my shoulders to the mat, but instead he kept pulling me around until he had me under him on the mat. Now, my position was all wrong for wrestling, but perfect for fucking. I could feel his hard cock slapping against my ass and his coarse chest-hair rubbing against my nipples. I relaxed my hold and lowered myself to lie on my back on the mat, my legs still wrapped around his narrow hips.

"Looks like you win," I said.

"Yeah," he growled, like an animal in rut. I could feel the hot breath steaming from his nostrils like a bull about to charge.

I pulled on his neck and raised my face up to his and we kissed. It was a deep, long, yearning kiss. His lips and tongue attacked my mouth like he wanted to eat me alive. I felt his hips move, lining up his cock with my pussy. In a second he would take me, claiming his prize.

"Steve?" I whispered. I'm sure he expected to be begged to be gentle.

"Steve, I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me deep. Don't worry about hurting me. Don't worry about anything but filling me up with your cum. I want you so bad! Please fuck me. Now!"

I was waving the red flag for all I was worth. I wanted him to fuck me without mercy, without restraint, without a thought for self-control. I wanted everything he could give and I wanted it ever so badly.

He slid the head of his steel-hard cock between my pussy lips until he felt it slip into my opening then he pushed into me slowly and steadily until the root of his cock spread my lips wide and his balls rested on my ass. I moaned in heat and kissed him wantonly, opening my mouth as wide as his cock had opened my hot pussy.

He pressed into me hard for a moment, then he pulled back and rammed his cock into me, hard. He did it again. And again. Each time it felt like he was splitting me open, gutting me with his cock, trying to rip me apart. Each time, I came closer to heaven.

Steve pounded his cock into me relentlessly. Soon, he had me writhing in ecstasy, squirming on his cock, my pussy clenching, caressing it with every brutal stroke. At some point, I started cumming and I clamped my legs around his ass, pulling him deep into me, trapping him there.

Unable to pull out to keep up the friction, Steve went wild. He bucked against me, picking me up off the mat and slamming me down again with his whole weight on top of me. He squeezed me so tight that he mashed my breasts flat against my ribs, crushing my stiff, sensitive nipples into his chest and driving my climax to new heights.

We thrashed around violently on the mat until Steve gave up trying to get his cock loose and just pressed into me with all his might, desperate to get over the top, to gain release and to fill me with his cum. When I felt him surrender to me, I used the vaginal muscles I had spent days training to squeeze and pull on his cock.

When he felt my pussy embrace his cock inside my body, he tensed up again, eager for release. Determined to give it to him, I used the same technique on his cock as I had used on the metal balls to get them to click together. I pulled him in and then squeezed the head of his cock, milking him for his cum.

It didn't take long. I heard Steve moan loudly in my ear and then I felt him tense every muscle in his body as he gathered all his strength for one final primal attempt to inseminate me. His moan turned in to a growl and I felt his cock jerk and begin to pour his seed into my eager pussy. The warmth spread through me quickly, and I purred into his ear my pleasure at his mastery of me.

We lay there for quite a while, locked in each other's arms, making the experience last as long as possible. I licked his ear and sucked his earlobe. He twitched and jerked his slowly-deflating cock in me. I responded by squeezing it tightly and using my vaginal muscles to suck every drop of cum from him.

Finally, we peeled our sweaty, sticky bodies apart and he reluctantly pulled his limp cock out of me. I immediately felt empty and whimpered over the loss. Steve consoled me by stroking my face and then my boobs, and I smiled and ran my hand through the hair on his chest.

He had been a gentleman for me, until I forced him not to be, so I decided to return the gesture. Pushing him gently onto his back, I slid down his body until I could get my mouth on his sticky cock. Holding it in one hand, I licked it clean, sucking all of our juices out of all the folds and crevices.

I may have got carried away, because in just a few minutes, I saw it start to swell and twitch back to life again. Seeing this, I worked diligently to resuscitate it, and by using both hands and my mouth, I eventually had it throbbing and hard again.