Chapter 111: One very weird Chick 003

I wanted to pull away. I wanted to run away, to run and hide somewhere where no one would ever find me. Instead, with tears spilling from my eyes, I held Faith's cock deep in my mouth, almost all the way to the back of my throat, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and—like a good little girl—began to stroke it.

"Oh, yeah," Faith said, caressing my hair. She took hold of my ponytail and began to play with it. "Now I know why guys are so fucking crazy about sex all the time." She laughed lightly. "Actually, I knew that already. Goddamn you're good at that, princess. But don't go for the full monty just yet. I got something else for you to do."

She tugged on my ponytail, which was the rare signal for me to stop. I did, and she gently tugged again, drawing my mouth away from her cock. I looked up at her, sad and expectant. Faith didn't say anything, just placed her hands on my shoulders and applied a little pressure; I fell slowly and gently down onto the bed. She came with me, laying on top of me with her tits above my face, supporting herself on her elbows on each side of me. She snuggled herself between my legs, pushing them apart again; I felt her cock on my belly, hard and warm and huge, and her balls nestled into my cunt hair. She kissed my ponytail and positioned one of her tits so that it dropped down onto my lips.

"Come on, baby," she nearly whispered. "Suck me just a little bit more."

Against my will, I opened my mouth and Faith's hard nipple slipped past my lips and I began to suck it. At the same time Faith shifted a little—moaning with pleasure as she did—and reached one hand down between us. I couldn't see but I could sense her gripping her cock and moving it lower, aligning the fat hard head with my cunt lips. Then I felt it, pushing against my cunt, then burrowing past my pubic hair and into me. It felt just as huge as it had looked, much too large, it was going to tear me open, but there was no pain as Faith's cock invaded, sliding deeper and deeper into my cunt. Finally, I felt her balls touch against my ass and Faith moaned again.

"Oh man, this is nice," she said.

Now I felt her hands sliding under my back, up to my shoulder blades, until she was embracing me. She'd moved herself down a little, pulling her tit away from my mouth, and rested her cheek against mine. She kissed my earlobe, then began to fuck me. She moved slowly, tenderly, the way an adoring lover would, her cock sliding gently in and out of my cunt as she sighed into my ear. Her tits mashed against mine, and her pubic bone bumped mine with each forward thrust. Her dark glossy hair was in my eyes and I felt her smooth warm back beneath my fingertips as I held her and began to move with her. And as I moved I felt the pleasure rise inside me again, swelling into a boiling wave that rushed through my entire body, surging and spilling and splashing everywhere, informing every molecule of my being. It was as if I'd fallen into a river of pure ecstasy. It enveloped me, tossed me about, and made me cry out as I came, over and over again.

I didn't notice the moment when Faith had changed from slow lovemaking to simple rutting; I'd been in a fog, and as I came out of it she was fucking me hard, slamming her cock into my cunt, and grunting with each thrust.

I held on to her, enduring her frenzied fucking until finally she squeezed me in her arms and groaned in pleasure. A moment later I felt her immense cock throbbing and her warm milky come spilling inside of me. When she was done Faith collapsed on top of me.

"Fuck," she said, out of breath. "That was fucking awesome." She laughed. "Almost makes me wish I had a dick IRL." She lifted her head and looked down at me, a huge grin on her face. "But then, we both know pussy is better than dick any day, don't we, B?"

"You can get off me now," I said.

Faith laughed again, but she did as I asked, pulling her giant cock out of my cunt and getting up from the bed. She stood there, naked, her luscious body glistening with sweat and her mammoth cock still hard and pointing at the ceiling.

"You're one very weird chick, B. But hey, I don't hold anything against you. We all have our kinks." Her attitude had been cavalier, but now it turned serious. "And count yourself lucky, B. Mine fucked me when I was young too, but I didn't enjoy it like you did."

"But he didn't fuck me," I said. "He did those other things you did, but he didn't fuck me. He tried, but I was too...small."

Faith shrugged. "Maybe you wanted him to fuck you."

"No. I didn't."

Now Faith sighed. "Whatever, B. This dream's about done, I think. And you've got a lot of weird shit to figure out. Not that you'll bother trying. When it comes to self-awareness, you're the queen of denial. It's the whole reason these dreams happen in the first place." She looked down at her huge cock. "Too bad I won't still have this thing when I wake up."

And then she disappeared and I was alone in my room. It was the middle of the night and I was awake and sweating, my heart pounding hard in my chest. I was also exhausted, worn out, sore, as if someone had just given me a good hard fuck. The sensation seemed so real that I instinctively reached down between my legs to check for evidence. But there was none. It had been a dream.

I turned over onto my side and closed my eyes, willed myself to go back to sleep, proving Faith right: I wasn't even going to try to figure out what all that weird shit meant.

The End.