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Getting my own place and my first forays into S&M
Mr Bryant just seemed amused, asking if my father knew I used language like that.
Sooner or later he was going to have to let me go. All I could do was wait. Then we were going back. Or I was. Him I might just push overboard so he could swim back.
I really couldn't believe it when I felt him pressing his cock against me. I mean, he was an old man, twice my age. Forty at least. How dare he do this?
Quite easily it seemed. I protested and he started pushing into me. I mean, he really did. I could feel his cock pushing past my lips and into my passage, and it seemed to be moving quite easily. Apparently all that touching up he'd been doing had got my juices flowing. I protested some more, pointing out just what I thought of him and what he was doing. He pushed in even deeper.
There was nothing I could do to stop him. His cock just seemed to keep coming and coming, as though there was no end to it. I finally knew he was right inside me when I felt his hairy groin rubbing against my lips, lips that seemed to be incredibly sensitive right then.
Now any time a man sticks his cock in you, you can safely assume that he's going to start stirring it around, right? Wrong. Mr Bryant just held himself pressed firmly against me, filling me. Instead of getting on with what he was doing he started pushing my t-shirt up. Once it was high enough he unclipped my bra and pushed that up as well.
"What are you playing at?" I raged, full of wrathful indignation.
"I like breasts," he said, and he proved this by wrapping his arms around me and taking hold of both of mine. He proceed to play with them, giving them the sort of loving attention that he'd earlier shown my bottom, stroking and squeezing and generally getting to know them.
I don't know how long he played with my breasts, but with his cock right up me at the same time it seemed like a long time. Then everything changed.
"OK. Enough foreplay," he said. "Let's get on with this."
With that he pulled back and came charging back up into me with great haste. That was just the start of it. He really sailed into me, giving me everything he had as hard and as fast as he could while his hands glommed onto my breasts, squeezing them in time to the ravages his cock was performing on my pussy.
For an older man he sure could put in a performance. He thrust and bounced and thrust some more, with me flexing my hips and trying to keep up with him. God almighty, I'd never had such an energetic going over. I wasn't exactly a virgin, but neither was I what you would have called over-experienced. I was getting a whole lot of lessons in one hit this time round, it seemed to me.
I'd always assumed that if a man took me against my will that I'd hate it. Instead, while I resented it, my body loved the action, almost preening under the satisfaction of what was happening to it. Mr Bryant thrust and I'd counterthrust and lust held sway, driving me on.
I wasn't terribly surprised to find Mr Bryant was ready to climax tout de suite. I was surprised to find myself climaxing right along with him. I just seemed to spasm and fade away as the excitement ripped through me.
Now I know what you're thinking. That was the end of the matter. I was thinking the same thing as I slowly gathered my wits about me. It turned out not to be the case.
When I finally got myself all together I found certain things had changed. While I'd been in a bit of a tizzy after my climax Mr Bryant had thoughtfully taken my shorts and top right off and I was stretched out on a towel on the deck, starkers. Mr Bryant was kneeling between my thighs, apparently waiting for me to get it together. And he still had a blasted erection. I thought I'd just taken care of that.
Apparently not. As soon as he saw I was looking at him, he grinned.
"OK. Now we can take a bit of time," he says, and he starts pushing into me again.
I had to lie there, watching him drill me, ignoring my protests.