DAVID 167
David the Cop – Chapter seven
I was in a mildly torturous position. My legs were splayed wide, and my butt was like a toy in his lap. My balls were nestled in his pubes. My cock was wedged along side his nut sack, pinned there by the pole of muscle that was his erect cock. I was holding my upper body up, by his order, by holding onto his widely spread thighs. My arms were already trembling from what was in essence a sustained push-up. I was too tired to hold my head up for more than a few seconds, and so I let it hang, and that gave me a perfect view of the drooling battering ram between his legs, If I was very still, I could feel his pulse in his sex meat, pounding forcefully, sending shivers up my loins. With every move I made to adjust my grip, my entrapped cock was tugged and caressed. I couldn’t believe that in my dangerous position, my hips rose and fell gently. It was warm and damp between his legs and if I couldn’t fuck his massive, powerful buttocks, then I would be crazed with the possibility of plunging my growing cock in and out of his crowded crotch.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” he muttered. He stroked my thighs and my butt cheeks with feather touches, using only his fingertips.
“Ohh!” I cried out as gooseflesh erupted all up and down my back, ass, and thighs.
He laughed, and placed his big, rough, warm hands on my butt cheeks and spread them. I felt one hand leave my ass, and then I felt a fingertip prodding at my rosebud.
“No!” I cried. “Please!”
“Ohhhh baby. Promise me you’ll slam those ass cheeks together like that when I’m inside you.”
I sobbed. My strength was fading. I was going to fall. It was either drop to the cold concrete below or dive onto one of his big thighs and hang on for dear life. “P-please! No please don’t fuck me.”
He slapped my ass, pulled me apart again, and pushed a finger against my trembling hole.
“No! Please!”
He pushed harder.
I sobbed.
He pushed harder.
I strained to keep him out.
He pushed harder.
I knew this was a game. I couldn’t hold this clench forever. He’d win. He’d win because I was sure to falter and it would be my fault that his finger would invade me.
He pushed harder.
I felt my tender hole giving way. I whimpered. My whole body trembled.
He pushed hard…very hard. Too hard. He forced his way in.
I broke down. I sobbed. He invaded me. He turned his finger and rubbed places that no man had ever touched. I bucked like a wild bronco and the motion sent bolts of pleasure up my cock as I inadvertently fucked his loins.
“Oooo what a grip,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his face. “Oh yeah. That’s sweet.” He tugged his finger outward, as though trying to extricate it. “Your ass lips are holding on like there’s no tomorrow,” he said.
My arms trembled violently now. Collapse was imminent. Slowly, I felt his knees come together. I prayed that they would close fast enough so that I could fall helplessly onto them. At the same time, they closed like a vise around my cock. My erection sprang up, and my cock was guided to rest along the top of his. I was sobbing now, and then I gave way, and my torso came down with a “smack” on his big thighs. He wiggled his finger in my ass. I went crazy, sobbing, squirming, rocking my hips, flexing my buttocks, sliding my hot, frenzied cock along his. I could feel the heat from it. I moaned at my helplessness.
“You like what you’re doing?” he asked. “You like fucking my crotch like that?”
Tremulously, I answered, “Y-yes.”
“Then pump away, and you better pray that you shoot a big load on my cock, because you’ll be supplyin’ the only lube you’re gonna get.” He jerked his finger up in my hole and my hips jumped.
I let my arms hang, buried my face between his knees, and rocked my hips, moaning at the warm, wet, slippery glide on each thrust. As I said before, my mind was already being raped. I wanted to pound my hips into his lap and fuck his giant, rigid horsemeat, and savor the warmth of his sweaty thighs. I wanted to cum, and yet I didn’t want to cum. If my impending impalement was painful, it would be because I didn’t squirt enough, so I let myself feel. I made myself realize what I was doing. I hugged his thighs and focused all my energies on his huge, calloused finger vibrating in my ass, his big hand sailing up and down my back, and the squishing, wet sounds my cock made as it slid between his powerful thighs and rubbed against his cock. I fucked him. He made me. I had to. I sobbed because my balls were rising and my nerves began to pulse in my loins and my cum would not be a source of pleasure but a desperate attempt to escape the worst of the swollen, ravaging fucktool that was only inches from my face.
2004
STORY CONTINUES AT DAVID 175