SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 20: Confessions and Sex (Pt. 4)

Syril almost laughed at the temerity she had used to say that. One minute, she was begging for rest, another, she was promising destruction.

He chuckled instead and challenged her to do her worst.

Amanda nodded in approval, still with that cynical smirk.

The room’s cold air hit differently now that he was completely bare. It bit into his skin and demanded that warmth Amanda’s body was emanating.

Not for long.

Amanda crashed into him before he requested, reverently nibbling his lips, swapping saliva in untamed urge, whispering words he couldn’t exactly figure in his skin.

Soon, her voice became audible, and her muttering gave clarity to him.

"I’ve never done this before, Syril. Not once," she paused as she pressed her lips on his collarbone. "I guess... I can use tips from those stupid movies I’ve watched."

Syril didn’t know the right words to use. He could only nod his head in acknowledgement and groan whenever her teases stimulated him.

She abruptly ended her kisses, raising her head to stare long into her eyes.

"You really think you’re tough?" She suddenly said, "Let’s see how you fair, now."

She carefully loosened the rest of her buttons, tugging the blouse off without ceremony.

Now fully bare, Syril could fully drink her endowments without a filter. He gulped at the sight of the uncovered beauty, thanking whosoever created this art for letting him experience a dream that never came true for the promiscuous moguls always at her doorstep.

Her breasts were completely out, visible to his naked eye. Their sizes, ’outrageously’ big now that she was totally bare before him.

’More than double of Amy’s,’ He noted.

He moved his hands to size ’em, feeling the soft warmth occupying his palms. He couldn’t wrap his hands around it. Futile when he couldn’t even wrap Amy’s that were considerably smaller to Amanda’s.

Her nipples were still hard like pebbles, and grazing Syril’s palm, she couldn’t help but moan "Nggghhh!"

Syril grinned at her reaction, curling his lips at the sight of the so-called challenger who couldn’t stop groaning from having her nipple teased.

Amanda pretended she didn’t see it and proceeded with her next scheme. She shifted, positioning her pussy just above the base of his thick, veiny shaft.

It wasn’t a one-sided reaction this time. Their ecstatic groans bounced uselessly against the wall of Amanda’s room, a synchronized sound neither could hide.

Syril’s eyes shut immediately his girth coaxed the warmth emanating from Amanda’s velvety cave.

His throat hitched and arms flung to her sides, holding her right in the position he could experience more of that stimulating heat and slickness.

Amanda watched the expected response with delight, forcing herself to suppress her own reaction, just to make her stand.

She gently stroke his cock with her vulva, pistoning her hips to ooze and drag her slimy juice all over his cock.

Now, this... This, he couldn’t take.

Beads of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock, testament to the hunger he had been trying to suppress.

"Ah, fuck! Ama... Amanda!" He groaned and bit his lip so hard he thought he tasted something metallic.

"Hmphhh! Tell me you like it. Tell me you love it!" She pleaded, sliding her pussy on his length whilst rubbing her nipples.

Syril didn’t respond. He couldn’t respond. Everything was just too much to bear at this point.

Her heat was teetering him on the edge of madness, his cock was itching from not being wrapped and enclosed, Amanda’s big boobs were jiggling right in front of him, bouncing as she rode him, her curves were calling him for touches, her pussy puffed for him.

"No more!" He suddenly yelled.

He held her hips in one place, and with surprising agility and strength, he flipped her over, assuming control again.

Amanda’s breasts bounced as her position suddenly changed, her rich, white skin shimmering with the room’s entrapped light.

"Looks like someone couldn’t hold on," Amanda chuckled satisfactorily, happy that she could trigger this response from the same man who made her a complete mess.

Hovering over her, Amanda could also now drink his own physical features, gawking the lines and proportions of his muscles, his almost chiseled abs, and most especially his cock that seemed terrifyingly long and thick.

"Can this even enter my tiny hole?" She muttered and chuckled humorlessly.

Syril smiled and leaned in for a steamy kiss. He then retreated to her mighty breasts, once again sucking and teasing.

Amanda gave a satisfactory hum into his ears before demanding to fuck her properly, whispered in that hushed, seductive tone.

Syril didn’t need to be told twice. At this point, fucking her was inevitable.

Or so he thought, until...

Just joking, guys.

He positioned himself between her legs long separated and stretched for him.

She bit her lip in anticipation, watching how that length would soon invade her famished hole.

"Syril, please, be gentle. Remember it’s my first time," she pleaded softly.

Syril nodded. "I got you."

First of all, he rubbed his shaft on her lips, coaxing it with her juice.

"For lubrication," he said, noticing words about to form on her lips. Probably "Why are you teasing me?"

Positioning himself at her entrance, he spread her legs further, hanging them in the air as he started his journey into the pink cave.

Our little miner is looking for pleasure, not gold.

His thick cap nudged her entrance before swallowed by the tiny hole. He was quickly introduced to the intoxicating sensation.The heat was maddening in a sickening way, the desire to thrust in at once almost seizing the reins of consciousness. He could literally feel the way her clenched walls held him, tight and warm in a way that was inviting. He only forced himself to stay calm and avoid thrusting deep through sheer will.

Amanda also felt this way. Although the burning pain still lingered, she could somewhat enjoy the sensation of his cap hanging in her pussy.

Then, came the painful descent.

"Ouuuu... slowly, please." Amanda cried out, watching her pussy gradually stretch by his lengthy girth.

He pushed his hips a little bit further, hoping her juice would lubricate and ease his penetration.

It didn’t. It did lubricate to some extent, but not exactly ease penetration.

Amanda almost cried her eyes out. "Ohh! It burns, it burns, it burns, Syril. Hmph!"

Syril stopped pushing further, pausing to check how far he was in. He found out he wasn’t even halfway through and Amanda looked like she had just witnessed a horror come true. He became puzzled on what to do.

’Amy wasn’t this tight. Probably age difference? Something else?’ He couldn’t tell.

He waited for Amanda’s decision. If she couldn’t take it, he would outright stop. No need to violate her will.

Surprisingly she demanded more, demanded that he filled her to the hilt and properly fuck her.

For him or for herself? No one could tell.

Amanda bit into her sheets, stifling herself to prevent loud cries and hoping it would make her forget or somehow ease the pains.

Her legs remained hung by Syril, suspended in the air and held in place for smooth and swift penetration.

Finally, after agonizing, stretched minutes, Syril breached her completely, buried to the hilt.

Amanda was still muffling words into her sheets, gripping her sheets so tight her knuckles turned white, but couldn’t deny the thrilling sensation that came from being filled completely.

Meanwhile, Syril was in another realm entirely. Her pussy lips and walls wrapped around him so tight it felt the hole was specifically designed for him, for him to relish and explore.

"Ahhh... fuck! You’re heaven!" He groaned, shutting his eyes narrowly as her warmth enveloped him.

He slowly began moving his hips, pistoning forward in their hot, primal moment. Amanda’s first-timer pain was gradually receding and neither could deny the sweet taste of sex.

Syril’s groan became more ecstatic, watching her passionately moan as her titties jiggled, bouncing with every thrust sending waves of delirium through their bodies.

"Anghhh! Ooouuu... Yesh, yesh, yeahhh! Just... just like that," her cries ripped from her throat without mercy, urged by the deep, sensational breach in her pussy.

Her pussy was oozing more juices now, dampening her folds further and aiding Syril’s thrusts. Unsatisfied, Syril dropped her hung legs, leaned in and seized her boobs with both hands. He gently pressed them together, feeling their juicy softness and soothing warmth, and captured the nipples in his mouth.

It was an outright lewd scene. Pressing such massive loads like that and sucking both nipples at once was nothing but obscene.

It took Amanda beyond the clouds. Having her pussy stretched and fucked was already enough, now, her pointy nipples were also being becared.

It was too much.

Her moanings became urgent, meaningless words sliding out in the white-hot moment, yet quickening Syril’s pulses.

He flicked his tongue faster, sent powerful thrusts into her tight cave as her bodily heat engulfed him. She could take it now. She raised her legs and hooked it on his back, pushing him deeper.

Albeit, her voice soon took a serious tone, wanting to pass through a message despite moaning passionately.

"Ouu, fuck! Syril... I.. ughhhh! I have something to tell you."

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