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Stuck Between a Black Rock and a Hard Man {darkest_fate&LRDGRat}

Okay, okay, so that at least was something of a relief. Harlow had been having visions of herself, sitting in a classroom seat, sex tingling from a fresh fuck and drizzling cum down her leg, or, potentially worse yet, staying after class, fucking in a classroom, with most of the rest of the class either knowing or strongly suspecting that she was up to something with the teacher. Clearly he didn't expect this to be a one time thing either way. Which Harlow tried convincing herself was a good thing. it meant they could rally, get an actual recording, have a few real sessions so he'd actually be doing something wrong. Yet it was much harder to either think of that future or to consider how this could be good when she felt entirely overfilled with hard, black cock.

The promise of orgasms should've made her feel better, but part of Harlow was starting to dread that too. Already she felt fuller than before; if he fulfilled that promise, actually made her cum better than before... how were she and Ryder going to handle it? The thought almost made Harlow whimper, and she shifted slightly, trying to find a position that was perhaps the right kind of uncomfortable. Most guys couldn't make her cum after all, so maybe she could just do something to prevent it here?

Hearing more talk about shutting up was helping with that, as she felt that slight sting. "O--Okay," she stammered all the same. Soon she found herself letting out a squealing noise as his hand returned to her chest. The twist felt almost like turning up an internal knob for heat, more pouring into her body, making her clench. Muscles vibrated all the way from chest to sex, her pussy clamping down upon the invader. Tight walls wrung against him, pressing hard, a velvet vice along black iron. More and more moisture seeped, drawing, making it easier as he started moving. That movement dragged along her sex once more, pushed against walls, created that sweet friction. Harlow found herself moaning, reaching up to cling to him as he pulled, feeling his movements.

Right, he wanted her to move. Cautiously Harlow tried rocking her hips, shifting, trying to do something. But bouncing almost felt just... too much. Too full, too pleasurable, too... everything. So she was mostly rocking, trying to brace and ride at the same time.
 
Jamal felt her whole body milking his cock. Every subtle movement seemed to send shock waves through her body. The way she moaned bespoke of the pleasure she was feeling, the sort of pleasure being penetrated so deeply and fully could bring you. It was why once you went Black, you never went back. A black cock like his could hit things a white guy could only ever dream of, and with his thickness, there was no real way of replicating what she was feeling, even with toys.

His hands remained on her breasts, her points of pleasure, squeezing and massaging them, rubbing his thumbs over the hardened buds of her nipples. Slowly, she started to rock her hips back and forth, moving his cock about within her. He timed his upthrusts - slow and shallow - with the motion of her hips, letting her get used to his size and girth penetration her.

"Mhm, thats it. Doesn't that feel better? Moving with me in you now?" He murmurs, twisting and tweaking on her nipples, letting her control the pace and motion now that she was growing accustomed to his cock.
 
"It's like you're fucking my core..." whimpered Harlow, putting a hand on her lower abdomen, as if she were trying to feel a baby within kick. She swore she could almost feel his cock churning her insides, reworking her sex and pleasuring areas that she'd thought immeasurably deep until now. Each slight movement jostled his domed head against her tight insides: he had to be dangerously close to punching into her womb, if he hadn't already. The stirring pushed along walls, scraped flesh, created that constant pleasurable sensation within: a vibrator would've struggled to have quite that much effect, unless it had been amped up to full charge.

And most toys wouldn't have kept constant attention on her chest. Already Harlow felt as if she'd attached clamps to her nipples. The constant tweaking, pushing, teasing made them feel almost electric, pulsing arousal deep into her body, making her jerk and spasm. Both sensations transferred directly to her sex, which clung and jolted about him each time he moved. A twist of the nipple drew the muscles tight, made legs and walls clamp about him. A pull made her sink. A rub made her grind, almost as if she could be controlled by her chest.

Better? "It's not---hurting now," she offered, which was definitely true. She felt so fucking full though. Like, utterly stuffed, no room, every bit of her insides filled and ready to go. Walls distended about flesh and rippled, seemingly waiting. Those slight motions kept rubbing against her, and Harlow was still fighting to hold still, nearly impossible with the attention on her chest. Because she could tell that a little more movement, some thrusting, some actual, outright fucking, and she'd probably explode along his cock. "Are--are you close yet?" she asked, shifting to look into his eyes, her blues almost pleading with him. Though it was less due to lack of pleasure, and more from guilt: this was starting to feel too good.
 
Jamal kept toying with her breasts, feeling her reacting to each tug and pull throughout her body. She was probably on fire, with how wet she was, close to cumming if he knew a girls body as well as his own. He gave her nipples a longer and harder twist and pull. "Stop asking that question." He chides her. "IF you want to make me CUM, you'll never ask me that question again." He finishes, letting go of her nipples before sliding a hand up, wrapping it around her throat.

"You've got to work for that ending, Harley. You've got to suck it up and start fucking me...fucking me like a whore, not some little goody-toe-shoes who never gets off because their boyfriend creams in his pants every time she touches him." He squeezed her throat a little, taking away some of that control she may have been feeling. His hand on her breast dropped to her hip, grabbing it as he started to thrust up.

This time, he fucked her when he thrust upwards, rapid and hard thrusts into her tight cunt, showing her exactly what he meant. He thrust hard up into her, making her whole body jiggle each time he bottomed out in her, a moment respite as be pulled down, holding her hip in place, before thrusting back up and into her.
 
The twist made Harlow hiss, body arching, all but throwing her chest at him. The sharp pain stabbed through her haze of pleasure, scything into her sensations. But almost immediately it brought with it this strange heat, like a bubbling, boiling sensation that started in her chest. She heard his words and had to fight a whimper, knowing that, yet again, she'd accidentally gone too far with her vocals. It wasn't as if she were trying to do poorly: she had just, well, figured he'd have cum yet, and communication was important between partners, right?

At last he released her chest, making Harlow sigh, but no sooner had she found that relaxed, when something closed about her throat. Blue eyes bugged as the realization of just how much bigger, stronger, and more ready for this Anderson was than her. She looked up at him, feeling that spike of sudden fear. But there was something else too: his commanding tone, his voice, his words, they dripped sex. She could feel it sliding over her, like burning honey, pouring into her veins and igniting that slight heat she'd felt from his pulling against her. She whimpered, taking another shaking breath as she felt him settling a hand on her hip.

a thrust made her yipe. It hit hard, almost jostling against her core again. Her hands moved, trying to hold onto him, to brace, but she wound almost almost scrambling as he started thrusting against her. The sudden motions jostled her insides, and of course Harlow hadn't gotten used to him yet: how could she, when he was that big and demanding? The blonde whimpered once more, but the whimpering was soon turning into soft moans. She felt that twisting in her belly again. Muscles contorted. The girl's body tried to curl inward. She was almost... no, there was no almost: she was afraid to cum for him, on him, to have her sex dancing around him.

And despite everything, some part of Harlow still believed he would cum first and this would end, that she wouldn't feel that eclipsing pleasure with another man, that she wouldn't find some part of her changed by what was happening.
 
Jamal grunted with effort as he thrust up into her, not stopping as he felt her on the verge. "Thats it, Harley...now you're feeling that pleasure...imagine you being in control, bouncing on my cock...like this...how good that would feel..." His fingers squeezed her throat just a little harder. His abs contorted, flexing with every movement as he barely let his rear touch the sofa with each thrust, almost like doing wall sits in a constant motion of thrusting upwards - something his lean, muscled body seemed to handle easily.

"Thats it Harley...cum for me...cum all over my big, black cock....feel that orgasm that only I can bring you...you want that grade don't you? You want to help your boyfriend pass my class? Well, until he does, your body belongs to me now. You'll only be able to cum with my big cock in you...so cum for me, Harley...give in to that desire..." His hand on her hip squeezed hard as well, helping to hold her in just the right position that let half his cock move in and out of her freely, her juices dripping down onto his balls and thighs.
 
It would feel good, wouldn't it? Bouncing a dick this thick, having it ready for her pleasure at any time. Or having him throw her down, fucking her into the ground, or a couch... no, wait, she didn't think like that! Harlow wasn't some kind of slut! She didn't care about the size of a man's dick or how hard he could fuck her with it! Or that he could flex impressive muscles and nearly bounce her off his body with sheer effortlessness while holding in his own orgasm and keeping himself almost painfully hard inside her body.

The blonde groaned, eyes shutting as she felt her insides contorting and writhing about him. He gave the suggestion, and she whimpered, still trying to hold on, though she was starting to lose the reasons why. At this rate, unless he simply threw her off his dick, she was going to cum. And his words made it sound like the deal would hinge on whether or not she orgasmed atop him. Harlow took another deep breath, letting it out in a shuddering, low, moaning noise. She reached for him, clenching tight around his neck. The tension kept mounting more and more within her. Sheer waves of pleasure slammed against her body. Each tremor of raw arousal battered against her.

Then she felt it. Harlow let out a sharp, gasping noise. She curled against him. Toes drew inward, body tightening. Her sex clamped down harder than ever, wringing the cock, almost jerking it inside. Everything flared at once. Pleasure pounded throughout her, muscles seized up. Everything clenched and tightened and contorted. Harlow stiffened as the pleasure wrenched throughout her, stunning her, making her feel an almost exquisite pain that rippled all through her. Another little noise left her, then a long, sighing coo, the girl shivering.

She'd cum. It had been this weirdly intense affair, stiffening everything. But now her sex had gone slack about him. Wet walls seemed almost exhausted, still trembling, not quite squeezing so much as simply gripping, holding his cock, gently massaging it with aftershocks. She daren't move... but he was still going, and the pleasure within, that sweet friction, was already starting to build once more.
 
Jamal thrust upwards even as she came. He continued his steady motion, letting her ride it out, even as her hands squeezed his neck. He had finally found the door that unlocked her, he thought! As her pussy milked his cock, he continued, letting her feel everything she possibly could as she came for the first time on him.

Once she began to come down from her orgasm, he slowed his thrusting until he came to a complete stop entirely, letting her weight sink fully onto his lap once more. He pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply before pulling back.

"Didn't that feel good? Now, don't you want to make me feel that pleasure? I want to feel it. I want to feel you bouncing up and down on my cock until you make me blow my load. You've been a good girl so far, learning a lot of things...now, lets see if you can put them all together."
 
The continued motion drove the orgasm deeper into Harlow. Her sex could feel him jostling her insides, imprinting pleasure deeper than she'd ever even felt a cock before. The stirring just kept shoving sensation up and into her. Kept cresting the waves, deepening that seizure of muscles. Her sex became a vice tight tunnel for him, gripping so tight against the cock that each thrust shifted her entire insides, made her jostle and move atop him, made it so even the slightest motion dragged more pleasure along her body.

Harlow almost didn't stop until he did. Panting, she laid against him, already feeling beads of sweat starting to develop upon her finely toned frame. She'd cum. With someone who wasn't her boyfriend. The blonde moaned, shivering, that slight motion letting her still feel the thick, hard cock in her body. Yes: he still hadn't cum. Harlow was starting to believe he would never cum.

A shift of her face and Harlow was letting herself be kissed. Lips went malleable, almost limp, simply moving in the shy, ghosts of movement. He broke it, and she stared up at him, still almost panting from the intense orgasm. She felt herself nodding slightly, only to pause, not wanting to give him the full satisfaction of knowing that she really had felt it, as if he hadn't felt her pussy squeezing his cock like she needed it to survive. Now he wanted her to move, and Harlow wasn't sure her body would cooperate.

Hand braced against him, going to shoulders. She raised as best she could, quivering hips rising, sensitive sex dragging along walls. Harlow let out a gasp as she felt the new friction ,and felt herself almost sliding down, landing against him with a smack, his cock jostling her insides. She tried grinding down, hips rolling, but even that felt almost too good. Knowing she had to move, Harlow tried raising her hips again, tried working along him. Bit by bit she started moving, gliding up and down his cock. Muscles flexed as she rode, moving with an almost painful slowness, feeling each slight motion.

But she couldn't force herself to go faster, not now. Already her sex trembled, body shivering with each movement. To go faster would be to build that friction again, the heat something she wasn't sure she could rightfully stand.
 
Jamal let a soft moan of pleasure escape his lips as her hips started to move. His large, hard cock was like a pillar, jutting up and in her, hard and stick, something for her to impale her tight body onto. His hands slid around her body to grab and squeeze her perk ass as she smacked down onto his lap. "Mhm...thats it baby, ride that cock." He moans his encouragement to her.

Unlike Harlow, Jamal wasn't worried about feeling pleasure at the hands of some one other than his wife. In fact, he preferred the coeds to his wife. Their bodies were younger, tighter, firmer...their energy was more of eagerness and willingness, wanting to experience not only the touch of an older man, but also experience their first black cock. Harley seemed to be enjoying herself more, having cummed on his cock - perhaps the ultimate sin when it came to cheating. Getting so much pleasure out of some one else being in you that you came hard.

"Fuck my cock." He growls, starting to move his hips -just a little - matching her movements, helping her slide off then back onto his hard length. His large hands smacked her ass then spread it again, encouraging her to keep working. "Harder and faster now, Harley...show me you want to make me cum..."
 
Dammit Ryder, he was supposed to have been there, to have stopped Harlow from experiencing this. Part of her was tempted to just say "fuck him" and use this as a freebie or something. Particularly since her stomach had started twisting and the continued thrusts of thick black cock along her tight sex were driving her absolutely crazy. Every time she moved she dragged nearly her entire sex along his cock. The thick member pressed against tight walls, stirred her insides, filled her and then some. And he just kept encouraging her to keep going, to ride him like he was some sort of amusement park attraction.

Harlow tried bracing herself as best she could. She kept switching angles, sliding down. One hip alteration had him pushing against her walls, which at first Harlow thought might be good. But he accidentally hit some sensitive bit inside her, blasting a tension within that she'd never felt before. Harlow ended up yelping, skittering down him and shoving more cock inside, which just drew more friction across that same spot, hitting intense pleasure so deep inside her.

Slight movements, and she found herself almost bobbing against him. Hands worked against her tight body, and Harlow bit her lip. She braced again, and shifted, trying to pull herself off. "I'm trying..." she said, shivering again. She did want to make him cum, right? To get this over with? She tried flexing muscles, her tight sex attempting to squeeze him. But she'd already been partially exhausted by earlier climaxes, and her walls didn't want to flex more atop him than possible. The efforts were meek at best, almost faint.

Shifting once more, Harlow tried bobbing. She tried pulling her hips almost all the way off him, sliding up and down his head. This wasn't nearly as pleasurable for her as before, but she could at least pick up some speed. However, it strained her muscles, and after a short time doing this, she almost collapsed on him, practically skewering herself upon his cock. Harlow paused to try and gather breath ,sucking air. This was an almost impossible task: to get him off, she'd have to go faster, but she couldn't cum. To stop herself from cumming, she needed to go slow, to think on other things, but then she couldn't get him to climax. Harlow paused, trying to think of how to get around this...

..."Wouldn't you rather have me suck you off to finish?" she tried, blue eyes meeting his. It meant tasting herself, which Harlow usually hated, but it would be better than the alternative, surely.
 
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