Your not sure if you had fainted or not, as you come to yourself once again, or whether your body had simply collapsed from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. You hang limply, unable to move and feel my hands on you again, higher up, nearer your hips. When had I stood up? You try to lift your head but are still unable to. You feel another strange shift in reality as it seems suddenly that things are moving faster than you can grasp.
You try to collect yourself and focus on what is happening. You are aware of my hands on you; no longer low, at the crease between bottom and thigh, but almost on top, pushing down, pushing you...away from me. You are also aware of my manhood nestled between the round orbs of your backside. You shudder. Not there! You have never been taken there. Was this what he had wanted all along? You feel the stool rise as it lifted on two legs once again.
You hold your breath. I am holding you. It was a lewd, nasty feeling having it there. You are moving forward still, and even though you know that it is useless, you opened your hands again, fingers spread wide, and pull against the bonds. You feel the hard shaft follow the course it is in still further until the contact between my flesh and yours is a mere point at the fullest part of your bottom. Finally, as you whimper, knowing that you are very close to the point that you will fall no matter what I do to stop it, you feel my sex drop from its touch with you and then I am pulling you back.
You gasp, first in relief as you feel yourself being brought back from the edge, and then again as you feel me enter you. You lift your head, your lips part, and wait for me to drive up into you. Your heart is pounding. You moan as you realize I am holding you in place, not letting you move forward or backward. My strong hands hold you tight, rocking you back and forth gently. You whimper, "Please.
Oh God ....please!" And then I let go of you and you are falling. You scream. You fall back towards me and are impaled. There was no other word you can think of to describe what is happening to you. This was not the hard thrust of a lover's hip.
This was a driving locomotive slamming into you, overpowering your, rending both body and spirit. You clamped down on me as hard as you can but it does nothing to slow the ruthless penetration of your body. Your scream ends only when the feet of the heavy stool crashed to the floor and your bottom slams against my lower belly, pushing me back with the impact. Your eyes are wide, your mouth open in shocked surprise as the stool clatters to a standstill. This can't be! you think, Not like this!