Chapter 6
He took me completely by surprise when he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me off my feet and stepped out of the costume. As my feet hovered above the floorboard, I felt his hard cock drill even deeper into my pussy. The tip of his manhood was touching me in virgin territory and it felt like the night my first boyfriend deflowered me. But it was a little different this time. No man had ever gone so deep or stretched me out so much. He was almost buried to the hilt inside me and could have gone deeper if not for my tightness.
I had to cover my mouth with both hands as I screamed into my palms from the stinging pain and sensitivity. Despite the shock from what Max was doing, I couldn’t let anyone find out what was going on upstairs. What would our parents think?! We would be ruined! Our lives would be over! How could we face the world?! I couldn’t let that happen. I had to stay rational, and I held hopes that Max would come back to his senses. But to my anguish, it seemed like he had completely lost his mind.
I tried to reason with him, “M… Max!... Put me… Down… Please!... Don’t… Do this… I’m your Zeh!” My pleas fell on deaf ears. He carried me to his bed and threw me face down on it. He pressed my butt with his palms and pinned me down. As he slowly drew his cock out of my pussy, I groaned softly into his mattress. I could feel his burning, lustful eyes looking down at where he entered me when he gasped in awe. He must have been watching my wet pink lips being dragged out as he unsheathed his meat pole.
I have been told by my ex-boyfriends it was quite a pretty sight, and it would always drive them wild. And the fact that I always kept myself fairly shaven, save for a sexy little Mohawk, could have added to Max’s insane desire. As I felt him vacate my depths, I could also feel my warm, overflowing juices escape from my stuffed female opening, droplets gathering at my pussy lips and running down my inner thighs. Deep down inside, I was fighting the temptation to drive my ass back onto his cock and ride my wet pussy to orgasm on his thick, hard cock. I was determined not to give in to my bestial urges.
I turned my head to the side and saw our reflection on his full-length wardrobe mirror. It had the whole view of his room and there I was, kneeling on his bed in my sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts. My back was arched, my arms were slumped under me and my long hair had fallen around my face. He was standing behind me in his singlet and boxers, with his cock poking through his fly. That little pervert had forgotten to button his fly before we got into the costume, which led to this predicament!
I could see the left leg opening of my FBT shorts pushed wide to the side as his meat shaft went through it. I could also see his exposed, glistening cock at my wet entrance, raw, obscene and utterly drenched in my juices. It was like a scene from a porn flick. His eyes never stopped staring down at my ass as he drew his cock out of my pussy, inch by slow inch. His fingers kept kneading and stroking my butt cheeks. By now he had already pulled about 6 inches out, leaving only his cock head inside me. But my pussy still felt stuffed. God, he was big.
After he had pulled away, I could feel cool air behind me. Beads of warm sweat rolled down behind my thighs and onto the back of my knees. The heat was getting to him, so he pulled his singlet up, took it off and threw it to his side. His chest was rising and falling in anticipation with every breath he took as if he had some sinister plan in store for me. Getting afraid, I tried to crawl forward on my hands and knees to get away from him but before I could even dislodge his cock from my pussy, he reached down and gripped me at my hips to pull me back.