I met this guy on AOL and wrote that I admired him for being POZ and wanted to convert. He came over Wednesday night and fucked me. He shot two poison loads in my me. At first I begged him for his toxic seed and pleaded with him to breed me.
It was so fantastic when he shot that first lethal load in me! A dream cum true! I guess I was the sickest guy on earth to have craved so blatantly this fatal disease; and he, the second sickest, for having passed it onto me. But that's the way we were. After cumming, he kept his dick in me so the venom would penetrate my vitals, then, for good measure, started plowing me again.
My pussy was sore when he pulled out, and I sucked clean his raucous shaft. I figured that he was one who could cum but once, and I'd already been sated.
So I was surprised and a little dismayed when he penetrated me again. My legs were on his shoulders and held in place by hell-bent arms and hands, as he rammed his death-rod in me.
I begged for him to stop, that I'd had enough. It hurt so bad. But he grinned and plowed me harder. Desperate, I tried to squirm away and push him off; but his was the advantage.
I hurt from trying to fight him off, and my hole burned from the pounding. I crumpled back upon the mattress. The last of my resistance dissipated. Tears filled my eyes as the irrevocability dawned on me and ambivalence overwhelmed me. I'd asked for this, and now was helpless to prevent it.
We both screamed when he came, I from pain and he from pleasure. His hard cock flexed within me, as wave after wave of contaminated jizz spewed into my violated bowels. He collapsed upon me, and we lay like that, I pinned beneath him, his toxic shaft penetrating my lacerated hole, and I realized I loved it.
When we recovered, I sat astride him, and guided his blood-streaked cock again into my pussy. Despite the throbbing, I rode him passionately, massaging his noxious loads further in my innards. I shot the last neg load of my life onto his stomach. I sucked clean his fetid shaft and licked my impotent jizz from off his body. We kissed and writhed in celebration.