Chapter 10 #3
It was slow at first, my tight arsehole doing its best to relax as she slipped the head of her cock inside.
The stretch was unlike anything I had felt before, walking the line of extreme intensity but never quite becoming a discomfort.
No, it felt like being filled, filled by something I had yearned for and craved without knowing why.
I was held steady as she moved herself forward, each gentle push of her hips slipping her shaft deeper into me, every vein and ridge working its way in surrounded by my soft vice of a backside.
God, the friction made me audibly gasp, and it was just the beginning.
I could not help but arch my back with each movement, lifting from the mattress, trying to quicken the sensation, chasing it.
I had to surrender to it, it was only natural to be filled.
Before I knew what was happening her hips were pressing against my arse, her toned legs spread on either side of my pinched waist, strong fingers encircling my ankles and straightening my legs, my head lifting to look at the image of what I considered the image of a goddess – tall and powerful, my pale legs like handles for her against her shoulders, full breasts hanging high up on her chest, and rising and falling with each breath she took.
Further down, her toned midriff shifted muscle-under-skin as she steadied herself, preparing.
‘Ahahaah,’ I moaned as she drew back a little, the two of us knowing what was to happen and both longing for it.
One thrust… two… three… gradual, each tensing of her buttocks and thrust of her hips rocking me back, my head rolling from side to side as her length brushed against nerves that made me cry out, my hands twitching, the budding breasts on my own chest moving with her.
‘Oh shit,’ I said without thinking, ‘too good… too good.’
Our bodies met over and over, music to my ears, a pressure coiling tight in my belly and threatening to spring in release.
Then it happened.
I felt myself tightening around the invading shaft, trying with all my might to hold something that was too large for me to contain, sensations beginning to overwhelm me as she bottomed out inside of me, leaning forward to place her hands on either side of my shoulders and nearly fold me in half, my legs flailing uselessly where they rested against her shoulders, my breath catching and toes curling.
It was as if I were being consumed by a scorching fire, every nerve in my body cranked to its utmost extreme.
‘Wh-what’s your name?’ she said through her own lust, our faces barely inches apart, her hair damp with sweat.
‘Wha-’
A hand took hold of my face, her thrusts slowing. ‘What is your name?’
‘A- Adrienne?’
Quicker.
‘And you are what?’
‘I am opening… I am softening… I am blooming.’
Quicker.
‘What?’
‘I am opening… I am softening… I am blooming!’
Her hips were like pistons now, my unfocused eyes trying to but unable to remain in one place, everything seeming to spin as something electric inside of me made contact like a fork in a plug socket, not just simple penetration but a narrowing of my world to a single point – the point between us both, of being overwhelmed and loving it – reaching the final peak and final thrust needed to push me right over the precipice.
Under no condition are you to climax during this programme.
My body convulsed in pure bliss, the sensation of being filled with her cock and now her cum making my conditioning almost obsolete, wave after wave of pleasure shattering against me and dissipating through my body, leaving me a speechless mannequin as Aminata curled an arm around my shoulders and held me to her with her hips still moving, my own hole trying to milk as much cum out of her as I could.
Under no condition are you to climax during this programme.
Through squinting eyes I looked down at my clitty, a sudden sharp sensation of worry filling my head, praying silently that I would see no true cum on our stomachs or thighs.
Under no condition are you to climax during this programme.
No… nothing, just the semi-erect thing I’d once called a cock shuddering delicately. There was plenty of precum, thin and weak, but thankfully I had not gone against the Centre and their instructions. Even if this whole act between Aminata and I had.
The report to Mats would be a perfect one, she told me, my room filled with a smell that I hoped would never disperse. Our bodies lying beside one another, with my head resting on her chest, one of her hands stroking my head contentedly.
‘What happens now?’ I asked, my voice sounding so small in the silence broken only by our breathing.
‘Now you begin becoming who you truly are. Always were. Who we at the Blooming Lotus Centre know you should be.’
I could feel her trickling out of my backside as we lay there, my thoughts all over the place.
Even after being entered by my first cock, experiencing something I only wished to again and again if possible, all I could picture in my head was that Thai bar-girl and remaining there with her, rather than running away.
It made me smile to think that by the end of the year I wouldn’t just have to imagine her, I could… I would… be her.