Eric...a Part 2

Alex finally took off his underwear to reveal a penis about the length of mine but twice the width. I was in shock almost. I didn't think I would be loose enough, or experienced enough to allow him in. I motioned to him that there was some lube on the nightstand. He reached over and got some. He was sort of rough as he applied it into my opening. His hands did not seem gentle at all.

"Up you go, princess." He said.

"Where am I going?" I said, sounding frightened.

He grabbed both my legs and lifted them in the air. He pressed into me and I gasped. I tried to remember to relax. After a few attempts, he found admission and proceeded. He pushed in. A bareback adventure and my eyes were spilling out of my head. I started to grunt. Not seeming very lady like, Erica was reduced to a grunting whore as he pushed in farther. My own penis was losing all the ambition of earlier. I was in survival mode all of a sudden.

I felt he could have crushed me if he had wanted. It made me wonder if I had ever been an athlete myself.

"Please be gentle, Alex.'

"Quiet, Erica.' He said.

He closed his eyes. Alex had a stern look on his face. His hands holding onto my legs with a power I am sure he usually saved for the wrestling mat, but here he was using it on me. My feet flopped in the air. His fullness enveloped me with nothing but pain. Any tenderness I had expected for the girly Erica was gone. He continued his power strokes, and I continued hanging on, wanting it to be over. I raised my head to try to get a better view. He was relentless with me. His face was reddening and he held an unflinching stare. Then, finally, things changed a little. I started to pay attention more to what my body was feeling and it did not feel so bad. More, Alex. Violate this bitchy, black haired girl. Do it.

I sensed he had been with a few before me. He was too relaxed and one-minded to be an inexperienced stud. His penetration of Erica was now complete and all that was left was release.