Derik's Luck 16

From TSade

[edit] A Real Woman

Applause? For him?

He looked around with a blossoming confusion, staring at the women around him. They were spread out on pillows and blankets. Most of them focused on him, as they cheered him on. Others were bent over pillows and curled up in the cracks, fingers frantically riding out the last shuddering scream of an orgasm. He looked up to see Madre in the far back, leaning back in the wall with Nightingale’s head buried between her legs. She had her eyes closed and mouth open in her own silent orgasm and he felt a brief pang of jealousy before bringing his attention back up to Teri.

Panting hard, she reached down to pull a strand of his long black hair from his face. He could see sweat dripping down her cleavage and her body. His fingers worked their way along her damp inner thighs and the very feeling of it brought a smile to his lips. His own cock dripped with cum, soaking and overflowing the delicate sapphire thong. He actually felt sexy for a moment.

Teri gasped between breaths.

“I still want you, you know.”

He felt the heat on his cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment that he felt. Instead, he looked around and saw where Teri dropped the lubricate in her passions. His stomach lurched as he reached down and picked it up, holding it up to her.

Teri looked surprised as she stared at him.

“You sure?”

He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nodded. When she didn’t just take it, he held it up with both hands, on his knees before her. She smiled, a single tear in her eyes.

“Bend over, love.”

Handing the lubricant to her, Derik did the one thing he didn’t think he could have ever done. He turned around and spread his legs, leaning forward to plant his hands on the ground.

Instantly, the room grew silent.

Heart pounding in his chest, he pressed his face against the ground and held up his ass. He felt someone moving, then helping him sit up. He opened his mouth to protest, but it was Sherrel with a pillow. Grinning from ear to ear, she kissed him on the lips and shoved the large pillow under his chest. Another pillows went under his hips and he adjusted with each one until he was spread out along the pillows, his trembling ass high in the air and poised right in front of Teri’s cock.

He never felt so helpless in his life.

Derik also never felt so turned on.

He groaned softly in pleasure, adjusting his legs to brace himself as his anal ring clenched in anticipation.

Hands stroked against his backside. He closed his eyes and let the tiny trembles fill him. More hands stroking his legs, his back, and his ass. More than two, but he refused to let his eyes open. He felt fingers teasing at his opening, the tight little ring already opened up by Madre. His cock drooled with excitement, soaking the pillows as he tried to quiet the pounding of his heart.

The room was silent, a held breath as he laid helplessly before Teri’s plans to take his virginity. Hundreds of images flew past in his mind as he rested on the pillows, clenching and relaxing his fingers around the edge of the pillow. Sherrel was there, he could feel her fingers in his hair, stroking him with the tender gentleness he remembered so well from before.

The lubricant hit his asshole with an icy splash. He jumped, mouth opening to let out a shuddering breath. Fingers, anonymous and questing, pushed it around, slopping up his opening before he felt the first one plunging into him.

Derik let out a moan, a soft sobbing moan. Sherrel stroked and held him as he felt two fingers penetrate his ass, working in and out with tiny pumping movements. Every one felt like another violation of his ring, but he also knew that he asked for it, almost begged for it.

A third finger was added, moving unlike the others. A second woman fingering him and he gripped the ground tightly. Tears of fright, anticipation, and lust dripped from his face as they worked him open, pumping in and out until he could feel the knuckles slipping into it and tugging out.

Sherrel crooning in his ear, he tried to relax. His hips rocked against the pillows as the three fingers plunged in and out, fucking him like tiny cocks. He leaned into each one, trying to imagine what it would have been like if it was another man, the baron as he pictured it in his mind or, a shudder, Rick’s immense cock poised at his entrance.

Another sob.

Sherrel’s hand worked her fingers into his palm and he clutched it, refusing to open his eyes. In his arse, the fingers slowly pulled out until there was only one, pumping its entire length into his asshole, fucking him like a woman. He felt every knuckle plunging in until it was buried and he could feel a hand at his entrance. His unseen lover twisted before withdrawing, then sliding it back in.

It felt uncomfortably good. A pleasure that seemed to smolder in his loins, a burning ember that started to grow inside him. His balls tightened against his skin as the finger pumped more.

Then, the time came when the finger pulled out and he felt the thick, rounded opening of Teri’s fake cock pressed against his entrance.

He tried to run, his body jerking, but Sherrel just held him down, holding his hand as she cooed to him. Whispered for him to bear down if he wanted, to squeeze as tightly as he could. He wanted to and tried to, squeezing down, but her voice never changed from that loving tone.

The cock at his ass circled around his slick, lubricated entrance. It felt huge, immense, a rubber violator of his body. He wanted to cry out as it eased into his ring, slowly spreading it apart. It wasn’t plunging fingers, it was thick and irresistible. It was hard and soft at the same time. His ring spread out even more, swallowing the fake cock until he felt it spreading to his very limits.

Derik let out a sob and squeezed down on Sherrel’s hand. She whispered soft nothings to him as he tried to breath.

The cock worked deeper and he felt his ring expanding around it. It reached the apex of the thick head, then he felt it swallow up the cock head, clenching down at the ridge behind the base.

He was impaled.

Just a bit of the head, but there is was.

He was fucked.

Teri’s hands rested against his hips. He felt her fingers holding him tightly as she leaned forward. At the first intense feeling of something sliding into him, he shook his head.

“No! Too much, too much!”

His voice sounded pitiful, but Sherrel just crooned to him and the cock kept impaling him. Slowly it buried deeper into him, filling up his rectum with the thickness that never seemed to end. The tiny ridges barely felt on his lips were immense canyons as the cock slid into his ass, but he found he couldn’t breath. Too many sensations, burning bright with ecstasy and humiliation, filled him. He felt his cock jerking to come but the shaft kept coming.

Teri said something, but he couldn’t hear it through the rushing in his ears and the soft breathy voice of Sherrel. He clung to her as Teri began to withdraw her cock. He felt every millimeter sliding out, puckering his opening and tugging his insides.

Sherrel whispered, “You are doing great.”

He couldn’t speak, but his mouth opened widely as Teri thrust forward, faster and harder than he thought she would do, burying more of the cock into his ass until he felt it bumping up against his insides. Sherrel squeezed his hand as Teri pulled back.

Then...

Then she fucked him.

Gently at first, just a rock back and forth of a few inches that felt like miles in his body, but then harder and deeper. He felt the cock driving up into him, plunging deep until her soft hips slapped against his ass. He let out a pitiful sob of sensations as he felt the cock driving in and out.

Spearing deep, he felt every ripple along the length as Teri fucked him, her body slick with sweat as she drove the fake cock into his clenching asshole. Derik wanted to scream out, but his throat refused to make a sound.

Every plunge jerked him forward, rocking him against the pillows. He kept one hand planted against the ground, but it just made each thrust more intense. Hands gripped tightly on his hips, drawing him back as she speared him. He felt adrift in the world, unattached except for the hardness that violated his very core.

Finally, it started to feel good as he was impaled by the cock. He gasped with each lunge but it wasn’t from pain or discomfort, but a growing hunger. Finding strength inside him, he shoved back against the cock, impaling himself instead just accepting Teri’s thrusts.

Sherrel held him tightly as Derik fucked himself on the shaft, drove back as Teri impaled him. The pleasure that grew inside his body only intensified. It felt too much for his delicate frame, an explosion waiting to happen.

Every thrust filled his rushing ears with the sound of slurping and the realization he was being fucked. It was something he swore would never happen, even after falling into the harem, but there he was, taking a long, hard cock into his ass and almost begging for more.

Teri’s fingers dug into his hips painfully as her thrusting grew faster and harder, slapping against his skin and driving the cock so hard into him that his cock surged with each. And then, the withdrawal, he almost sobbed as it pulled out, readying to ram back into his willing, aching body.

He screamed out as he came, came harder than he every had. It wasn’t a localized explosion of his cock spewing cum on the pillows, but it was something that took up his entire body, set it aflame, and send it into the abyss of ecstasy.

Teri slammed his ass repeatedly, sending more bolts of searing pleasure coursing through his system, and he just kept coming and coming. He felt the endless surges splattering against the pillow. The intensity stole his breath away and he clutched at Sherrel until his body spasmed once hard and he felt himself losing control of his senses, an aftershock of pleasure that blinded him.

He felt Teri slumping over his body, draping his form with her own sweaty one. As the blindness of pleasure took him, he heard her whisper through her rapidly panting breath.

“Now,” she gasped, “you’re a real woman.”