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At first it was a joke, something she brought up in
soft, warm words they shared after making love that became a recurring
joke between them. She would whisper in his ear as he entered her or the
moment after their kiss broke. "I mean it Andres," she'd say is a sultry,
practiced voice. "You wait. One day it will be your turn." He would turn
and see the look in her eyes. "I'm serious."
He'd laugh it off, never believing the day would truly come but those
nights, when she clenched the full tightness of his ass, pulling him
deeper inside her, she couldn't ignore the fantasy. She knew he'd never
give in easily. This took some patience and some careful planning. He
loved her. He'd come around.
It was easiest when they were intimate. Then she knew he would do anything
she asked. If she wanted him to eat dirt all she had to do was hand him a
shovel. Especially as she handled his cock. When she touched him he was
helpless.
And so it was that night. Lying prone between his legs, she focused all
her attention on his member. She loved how he was; long, thick and so
responsive. Sometimes she would swear it had a mind of it's own, inflating
at the sound of her voice, pulsing and beckoning for her touch. It seemed
to know her personally and Greta adored it. It was perfect for pleasing
her, just the right size and always hard whenever she liked. Always so
warm and satisfying, it brought her to climax dozens upon dozens of times.
She pondered this as she lovingly licked and stroked his cock. As always,
he was very vocal, moaning, gasping and whining with each calculated
touch. With a gentle push, she lifted his legs and brought his knees to
his chest. Without a thought he did as she hoped, putting himself in her
favorite position. Below her laid his asshole, an area he was usually so
protective of. Caught in the teasing ministrations of her tongue, he
didn't notice as it opened to her.
His ass was another of her favorites. It was the first thing she usually
noticed in a man and what made her go up and speak to him after class that
day. She was drawn to his ass, perfectly round and tight, as she liked,
and still enjoyed looking at it, grabbing it and touching it whenever she
had a chance. She enjoyed his body thoroughly but his ass was an area he
seemed very reticent about.
She took him whole in her mouth, his considerable length traveling down
her tongue, filling her throat and pressing further. Mouthing him had
taken some practice but she worked at it as she was desperate to make him
happy. He was large and after all the effort she had gotten more
accustomed to him. Her mouth fit easily over her shaft, soothing and
pleasuring it in the warmth of her lips. The act always made her mouth
water, coating him in a thick mixture of precome and saliva. It dripped
down her chin and along his shaft to collect between the firm cheeks of
his ass.
With her pinky finger she massaged the wetness into his tight hole. He
usually stopped at this point but she caught him as he tried to sit up.
Her fingers never leaving his body she reassured him and slowly eased him
onto his back. The head of his cock pressed brusquely between her lips,
begging for reentry.
Slowly, so slowly, with the slightest pressure, she pressed against his
back passage. He was tight and she knew he'd resisted anything like this
before but she was lovingly persistent and, after a great deal of gentle
caresses, the very tip of her smallest finger penetrated him. He seemed
not to notice, her mouth still happily circling his cock head. She pressed
deeper into him and felt him tighten as she was a knuckle deep in his ass.
Her other hand gently rotated around the base of his shaft, squeezing him
slightly, the way she knew he liked it. Slowly her pinky finger pressed
further and she felt the tightness of his ass loosen, almost inviting her
to explore further.
Drool, mixed with his arousal, dripped from her mouth and slickened his
shaft. It reached her finger and eased her entry as she explored his ass.
With an up and down motion, her other hand pumped the base of his cock as
his climax approaced. Andres was writhing. He moaned and gasped, his torso
gulping lungfuls of air as his body prepared itself to ejaculate. His
reaction just before peak always got her wet.
She felt his prostate, a tiny walnut shaped bump inside his back passage.
It had clenched, eager to expel the seed that currently churned and
frothed in his body. He was on the brink but, rather than push him towards
ecstasy and open the gates for his orgasm, her finger scooted past his
tiny gland, exploring further.
At that moment she felt his entire body stiffen. The interlocking muscles
in his abdomen became rigid and he gripped the sheets with white knuckles.
His cock in her mouth, the back of her tongue teased the heated the
throbbing head. His body stopped, every muscle held at its utmost tension
as he let out a slow, deep wail. The ring of his anus clamped around her
tiny digit, holding it firmly. Bullets of semen struck the back of her
mouth and flowed down her throat leaving a trail of heat as it slowly
passed down to her belly.
It was a heavy load, greater than she was used to and she was certain he
never experienced an orgasm like this before. His body, now on its third
cycle of gesticulations, was flushed a deep pink from forehead to pubic
bone. She slurping him quickly, vainly trying to capture the unexpected
amounts of his come. It pushed out her mouth, dribbled down her lips and
traveled slowly down her neck.
It took some time for them to recover. His body slowly descended, coming
down from the intense pleasure that had just passed. His breathing slowed
until he was still, almost asleep. She swallowed quickly and enjoyed the
thick pools of warmth as they filled her belly. He was sensitive now and
she took her mouth from his organ, admiring its slightly weakened state.
Resting peacefully on his opened thigh, she gently covered it with kisses
of admiration. Her finger, now free from the restricting grip of his
asshole, slid from his body easily. As it came out he made a sad sound of
loss, as if taking a favorite toy from a child. She doubted he even
realized it.
Tonight they shared something special. Neither of them said a word but
both were aware a special point in their relationship had been breached.
It would be much easier for her now she knew, and he would be so much more
appreciative when she did.
She wasn't sure what time it was, or how long they had been there, all she
considered then was how at peace she felt as she dozed against his
sleeping body.
As she had hoped, their relationship continued perfectly. In the evenings
they made love, each time more passionate than the last. Together they
shared uncounted orgasms and pleased each other in ways they never thought
possible. Never one to be shy about how she felt, Greta couldn't restrain
herself from letting her feelings known to him each time they met with a
kiss, a touch or sincere words that caused him to float through the day on
clouds made of untouchable air.
He was ecstatic and believed he found the one woman he'd always hoped for.
The most skilled lover he'd ever encountered, she was also the most
intelligent, warmest and most loving woman he had ever met. He opened to
her in ways he never had, bringing her into all aspects of his life. They
shared days, weeks and months together in happiness that astounded both of
them. Never had they felt more fortunate.
When she called him at work to schedule a date he thought nothing of it.
Taking her instructions, he arrived home early to prepare for their
evening together. After showering, shaving and applying her favorite
cologne, he chose the shirt and tie combination she selected, along with
his best shoes, pants and was applying the finishing touches on his hair
when he heard her at the door.
His shirt was untucked from his pants as he allowed her in, apologizing
and running back to the bathroom to finish preparing himself.
"Though I'd come early," she called from the vestibule. "Didn't know you'd
still be getting ready. Should I come back?"
"No no," he called as he ran a comb through his freshly spritzed hair. "It
won't be too long."
"Isn't that just like a man- always keeping a woman waiting."
He acted like he didn't hear her and worked quickly to finish. She grew
aggravated and watched him, tapping her foot against the hardwood floor.
"Hurry up, sweetie, we've got reservations for eight."
He turned to see her slightly harried expression and took her offered
hand. "Come now, let's go." She pulled him behind her, out the front door
and opened the passenger door for him.
He was confused by her actions, not even receiving a hug or a welcome home
kiss. Inquiring as much, she stuck her head down as he sat and offered her
lips. With a tentative peck, he placed a perfunctory kiss on her.
"Now then," she said, buckling herself in and checking to make sure he was
secure. "Let's get some food." She revved the engine, shifted the stick
and pulled out of the driveway with a charge.
There was a definite change in her, something Andres had never seen. It
quieted him and he found himself sitting with his hands in his lap and
gazing aimlessly out the window. As she drove, she flipped through the
stations of the radio, passing through hard rock, alternative and finally
settling on the classic rock station. Aerosmith was playing. He recognized
it as a single they released in the late eighties.
"Like this one?" She asked. "It's one of my favorites." She hummed along
as he listened to the song.
Eventually they pulled into the parking lot of an expensive Italian
restaurant. He beamed as she opened the car door, helping him out. Holding
the door for him, she allowed him entry and spoke to the hostess.
"Welcome, Ma'am," said the young girl, a pretty blond with crisp blue eyes
and hair pulled back in a ponytail. "We have your table all ready." She
led the couple, with Andres following in the rear, to a secluded corner of
the restaurant. The lights were dimmed and the two candles on the crisp
while silk added to the ambiance. A fresh rose in a thin glass vase
completed the setting.
"Oh, how romantic," gushed Greta. "Isn't it beautiful sweetie?"
"Lovely," he answered, still unsure of the evening.
In no time at all their server appeared and as he finished describing the
specials Greta asked about the cuts of meat. Andres couldn't get a word
in. She ordered a salad for him, followed by salmon with fresh vegetables
and wine. He tried to protest, growing upset that she hadn't even asked
what he wanted but a stern look silenced him.
As they waited for the food they talked. She led the conversation, asking
him questions and listening as he responded. When the food came, neither
spoke but instead ate happily, the long day adding to their hunger. When
she finished Greta called the waiter over and asked for the bill. Andres
had eaten his fill so she politely asked for a doggie bag to take home
and, signing the bill, left a generous tip and stood up. He followed her
lead and, as before, she took his hand and led him from the restaurant.
"Did you enjoy the meal, honey?" she asked sweetly.
He nodded and thanked her but asked why she had paid. "It's my
responsibility. You paid last time we went out."
She chuckled to herself, "And maybe I'll pay the next time and the next
time and the time after that..." Seeing his look of confusion, she placed
a hand on his thigh and added; "Don't you worry about it, sweetie. It's
your night. I want you to feel special."
He thanked her and she responded with a possessive squeeze of his inner
thigh.
They pulled into a nightclub he'd never visited before.
"The Oak Room," she said, escorting him out of his side of the car. "The
finest couples dancing on the East Coast. I've always wanted to go here."
"Greta, I don't know. I'm not much of a slow dancer."
She shushed him with a quick plant on his lips. "Just be quiet, darling.
Leave everything to me."
Andres was shocked to learn what a great dancer his girlfriend was. She
must have taken lessons without him knowing because as soon as she walked
on to the dancefloor, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into her, she
seemed in her element. He felt awkward and certain everyone in the room
was watching him and sneering at the unprepared newcomer.
The room was darkened and illuminated by a large chandelier that hung
above their heads. Faceless couples swerved around them appearing like
spirits to Greta and Andres. He took notice that they were the youngest
couple in the room. Noticing his trepidation, Greta pulled him close and
rested his head on her shoulder.
He sighed warmly, allowing himself to be taken into her arms. Her hand
rested on the back of his neck where she stroked him tenderly. His body
swayed, mimicking her motions. As they danced he felt at peace and
extraordinarily calm. The scent of her perfume, a heady, feminine scent,
lulled him into a state where he thought of nothing but being immersed in
her. Her soft, fragrant skin, her full, sweet lips, All seemed so
intoxicating to him. She was placing tiny kisses along the side of his
neck, allowing him to slip deeper into her. Her hands rested on the seat
of his pants, kneading the strong flesh of his ass. He sighed contentedly.
It didn't seem so strange at first, he thought he imagined it but, as she
pressed his pelvis against her he could feel it pressing back. It was
real- a firm stiffness pressing threateningly into his groin. He raised
his head to look at her but she held him close.
"Greta...?"
"Shhhh," she whispered, laying soft kisses around the rim of his mouth.
"Just dance with me."
He was scared now, she could tell. "I don't think I can. I won't."
Her opened mouth was at his ear, breathing hot air against it. "Dance with
me. There's nothing to be scared of. This is my night. Don't ruin it."
Reluctantly, he gave in and pressed against her, becoming docile. She
undulated her crotch against his, her member a threat of later that night.
For the moment he put it out of his mind, enjoying the feel of his
girlfriend, this woman he loved pressed against him. Her breasts felt full
against him and, despite what he knew she had planned, he felt himself
stiffen at the thought of laying with her.
As the night closed both bodies, wearied from a long night, made their way
to the parking lot. She gripped his wrist, keeping him close amongst the
heavy crowd. His legs felt like cement, he knew he was shaking and did his
best to hide it. When she opened the door, he meekly entered without a
word.
For much of the drive there was silence. She broke the tension by asking
him one simple question.
"What are your feelings?"
He didn't know how to respond, not sure if he knew them himself. "I don't
know Greta, I really don't," he sighed fretfully. "You know I love you and
would do anything to make you happy but this...this...I don't know."
"And why not?"
"I'm not gay, Greta."
She laughed quickly at this, unable to hold the outburst but quickly
catching it before it upset him. "Andres, of course you're not gay. Do you
think a gay man would have sex with a woman every night, sometimes two or
three times, for months."
"Exactly. I mean, what is your obsession with my ass? Why so eager for
this?"
"I wouldn't know if I'd call it an obsession," she said, trying her best
not to sound amused by his choice of words. "I just think you have a
beautiful ass, like every part of you; your cock, your chest, your eyes,
chin, fingers, earlobes- all beautiful. I want to touch it. I want to
taste it. I want it to feel good."
"I mean, what do you get out of it really?"
"Jason," she said, reaching over to run her hand through his light brown
hair, "I enjoy making you feel good. That's always been my goal when we've
made love."
It was his turn to laugh. "Make love? Is that what you call it?"
"Jason," she said, growing firm. "I'm tired of this. If you don't trust me
enough to make you feel good than I'm really disappointed. I love you and
I want you to enjoy yourself in every way. I know men are shy about such
things but a man's butt can be a great source of sexual pleasure. It takes
a good woman to show a man just how wonderful she can make him feel." She
switched gears and looked into his eyes. "I want to be that woman. I want
to be the one that makes you feel like you never knew you could. I want to
be the one that takes your virginity."
He swallowed hard, considering those words. His virginity? He felt like he
was getting in way over his head.
As they pulled into his driveway, she walked beside him and stood on the
porch as he unlocked the door. Before he entered, she pulled him to her
and kissed him deeply. He gave in to her and allowed her to slip her
tongue between his open lips and stroke his gently. Her hands reached
behind him and caressed his backside. Though she was frenzied and her body
pushed her to take him, she paced herself, enjoying the man in her arms.
As they broke, she looked at him sweetly. "May I come in?"
"Honey, please...not tonight."
She pulled him close again and he showed token resistance. He was hard-
she felt it against her and beneath her clothes, behind the member she
tucked comfortably along her thigh, she was warm and wet. With a few soft
kisses, he was hugging her. The tips of his fingers skated down her lower
back, feeling the muscles along her spine, down to the giving swell of her
ass cheeks. She knew it was his favorite part of her. Bending down to feel
her lips against his ear, she whispered to him. "Let me make love to you.
Give yourself to me," he sighed happily, warming to the idea. "You sweet,
beautiful man."
He couldn't hold her eyes and, with her hand placed firmly on his
backside, he turned and led her into his home. She took his hand and led
him behind her to the bedroom. It was neat with fresh sheets that smelled
of him. Sitting him down, he hugged her waist as she lightly ran her
fingers through his hair. He adored her, that was very clear, and though
he was very nervous and more than a little afraid, he would acquiesce to
her for tonight. It made her love him that much more.
Reaching down, she pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. He
leaned back to give her access, his eyes never leaving hers. A warm sound
of approval came from her lips as she took it off and slid her hands down
his chest, tweaking his nipples with her thumbs. The tight muscles of his
belly flexed in anticipation. She was awed.
"Beautiful..." She whispered.
Making for him to stand, she dropped to one knee and looked up at him.
With a gentle urge, she placed his wrists at his sides and unbuckled his
belt. He was trembling visibly now, both from excitement and anxiety of
what was about to happen. She calmed him with the softest of kisses above
the waistband of his briefs, causing him to exhale slowly. "That's it,
baby. Just relax. I'm here for you."
As she pulled the briefs off his body, he stood still. She was glad to see
his cock erect, a sure sign of his acceptance of his position. She held it
in her hand and enjoyed the feel of his girth. Her moist lips pressed
against the head and she tasted the thick, male flavor of his leaking
arousal. She cradled his shaft, stroking him up and down while her lips
slid against the soft skin.
Looking up at him, she could see he was getting better. He seemed to be
relaxing and enjoying himself more. Which she thought very important. He
reached to stroke her hair as she opened her mouth and bobbed it on his
cockhead. This brought a deep groan of relief and his body responded. His
hips pressed forward yet she held him. His balls, warm and full in his
sack, rested in her palm.
"Easy now, baby," She held his cock head between her closed lips and
swirled her tongue around the rim. He squirmed out of need but she held
him fast. Her hand left his balls, moving slowly underneath and between
his legs. As she continued teasing, her finger found his hole and slowly
pressed into him. This time he welcomed the intrusion and gasped in
pleasure as she entered him. Her right hand squeezed his shaft in time
with his penetration, allowing him to enjoy it further.
She felt the familiar stirrings of his orgasm and slowed. Not wanting him
to come so soon, her hand left his shaft and with a long, wet lick, her
mouth opened to release his member. One hand on his lower belly, she bade
him to sit and then lay back. He did so without a fuss, already accepting
that she was in control that evening.
She sat beside him on the bed and put her arm around him. He seemed
smaller now, softer, more pliable. Waiting until he looked up at her she
spoke to him.
"You ready for this darling?" She caressed him with the back of her
fingers as he nodded. "You know it will hurt at first, don't you?" Again
he nodded. "That's natural. All girls feel pain when they lose their
virginity. It's part of being a woman." He didn't react to what she said,
which surprised her. "That's what you are tonight, sweetheart, you're my
woman. I want you to feel what it's like to be made love to by someone
that cares for you very, very much." As she ran one soft finger along his
bottom lips he swallowed nervously. She reached over and one hand held his
cock tenderly. Moving closer, she kissed him on his cheek. "Just do as I
say and let me take you. I know what's best."
He looked scared. "Please...not too fast. I don't know if I can."
"Shhhh..." she whispered. "Trust me. I wouldn't hurt you. You're my baby.
This is a very special time for a boy. Give yourself to me and you'll
never forget this evening." He nodded and, with a tender pat on his bare
thigh, she ordered him to lay back.
She stood and looked down at him. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt,
enjoying the attention she was getting. The buttons parted, displaying
smooth flesh as she danced slowly, giving him a show. He lay back on his
elbows, looking at her wide eyed. His cock stood to attention, shining
from the mixture of her saliva and his need. Turning from him, she
unclasped the latch of her skirt and shook her ass from side to side as
she pulled the tight material over her wide bottom. Her legs were encased
in sheer black pantyhose and, before he could see, she pulled the tape
keeping the dildo strapped to her leg. Arms raised ballerina-like above
her, her body twisted in a rhythmic dance of passion that entranced him.
Through the thin black bikini panties she wore, he could see the crack of
her ass. Every sense in his body was alit, he felt hypnotized by the
slightest motion of his lover's body.
With a quick snap she pulled the bra off her body. Andres has always been
drawn to the sexiness of her back- an odd quirk she always thought- but
now she played upon it. The smooth expanse of her skin pulsed, as if to
unheard music. Clasping the elastic of her panties, she soothed them down
her thighs. The thin material moved soundlessly down her smooth skin. She
bent forward, allowing him to gaze at the round fullness of her ass. She
felt exposed but felt moisture on her sex and her nipples starting to bud.
She stood and, with the slightest movements, turned. His eyes fell
directly to her crotch and widened.
She held it from beneath, as she'd seen him do many times. Another hand
mindlessly pulled on the shaft as he did when masturbating. Concern showed
on her face, and she worried that he would get scared off. He was
definitely intimidated but his cock, which bulged and remained full,
betrayed his eagerness. Slowly, he nodded, as if accepting his fate.
It wasn't much larger than Andres' seven inches, which relieved him. Made
of shiny black rubber it had a bulb on the end slightly thicker than the
rest. Watching his lover's hands squeeze and pump it excited him and he
began to think how enjoyable this could be. He had always loved Greta,
even thought they would spend the rest of their lives together, and he
trusted her to make it enjoyable for him. There was nothing he wouldn't do
for her- he felt owned by her more than any other woman he'd ever spent
time with. It was an extremely personal thing and one he could never admit
even to himself.
Leaning over, she placed a hand tenderly on his waist. "Roll over, honey."
Without a word he did as told, allowing her a moment of pleasure as she
examined her man in such a state. His ass was round and tight, just how
she liked it. Countless times she'd held it in ecstasy as it pushed
against her, driving his body to her orgasm. It was such a manly, sexy
part of him.
Placing one hand flat against his bare cheek, she felt the warmth of his
skin and squeezed firmly. He made no reaction but rested his head on the
pillow, his face turned towards the wall.
Kneeling behind him, she carefully spread his cheeks to look at his tiny
hole. Seeing a man this way will forever change how a woman looks at a
man. It makes them so vulnerable, so soft and yielding, his most private
area opened for her examination. She sighed happily and placed tender
kisses on the swell of his ass, licking him and leaving a wet trail down
his warm skin. His ass opened and, as she pressed deeper between his
cheeks, his hole pulsed. She pursed her lips and gave him the slightest,
most chaste kiss right on his tight little hole. This seemed to calm him
and he released a satisfying breath.
Her tongue reached out and circled the tight pucker, making him sigh.
Feeling his pleasure, she licked him fully with the flat of the tongue.
For Andres it was a foreign feeling, both warm and incredibly wet. It was
very pleasant and he felt himself relaxing, his muscles going slack as the
tension left him.
She noticed this and caressed his backside, the tips of her fingernails
leaving thin red trails on his skin. Her licking became more heated and
she swirled her tongue around the circle of his anus, poking him softly
and even pressing into his body. He was still, allowing the strange new
pleasure to pass through him, but the moment she entered him with his
tongue he groaned happily. She saw the stalk of his cock throb as more
arousal filled him.
Reaching behind her, she found the lube and squeezed it onto her two front
fingers. The wet squish caused him to turn and look at him. He was taking
this well, his eyes questioning but no longer fearful and she answered
with a warm smile. As he watched, she coated her cock with the slippery
liquid. Globs of it turned to a fine sheen that dripped down the phallus,
wetting her pussy lips. It was her cock now, she was comfortable with it
and handled it as skillfully as if she had been born to it. It felt as
natural as her own body.
His eyes still on her, she squeezed a generous dollop of the lotion onto
the fingers and smeared it slowly along his crack. With a gasp he turned
and flopped face first onto the bed.
"That's it sweetheart, just lie still. Let Greta take care of you."
His face pressed to the pillow, not answering. She moved on top of him,
her fists just beneath his armpits and angled her member so it slid
between his wet asscheeks. To ease him into the idea, she ran it against
his body, parting his masculine cheeks. His body became rigid, now facing
what he had feared for so long.
With one hand she gripped the base possessively and angled it towards his
hole. The cool wetness of her dildo kissed his tight hole for a moment and
she began petting his back with gentle, loving movements. That calmed him
and, with the slightest push, her cock entered his back passage.
He gasped and she paused for a moment before letting it travel into him,
slowly parting his cheeks. Surprisingly, he wasn't as tight as she'd
expected. Perhaps he was open to the idea of being fucked. His body was
stiff but he wasn't fighting her.
"There there," she whispered. "Just lay still and let yourself be fucked."
As she drove into him he whined softly and buried his face into the
pillow. He ass was tight but it gave under her assertions and when she
managed to drive her full length into him he let out a happy coo.
"That's the spot, boy. You like that don't you?" He sighed affirmatively.
"Feels good, doesn't it, my sweet little bitch?" She was enjoying herself
now, her pumping picking up speed as she drove into his tight ass. "That's
what you are, you know," she teased and placed a hand on his rump
steadying him. "My sweet, little loving bitch."
Her pace increased, as did her taunts. "I just want you to remember this
evening, sweetie. I want you to always remember that I, your cute little
girlfriend, took you in a way that no other woman ever can. I took your
virginity, my darling boy." She was pounding into him now, pushing him
into the bed as he writhed and babbled incoherently.
It was better than she hoped. She hovered above him, his amazing body
spread for her, his tight ass split and opened. The muscles in his back
rippled and the cheeks of his ass flexed in arousal as her member caressed
his inner gland, causing intense pleasure.
He whined happily and shook as she felt his orgasm begin. She held back,
wanting to prolong the experience for him.
"How do you like being the girl," she said as a stroke of her shaft sent
him squealing. "Feels nice, doesn't it baby? Having someone make love to
you is the most wonderful feeling in the world."
"Greta..." he panted.
"Yes, what is it sweetheart?" She caressed the back of his neck as her
torso rhythmically pounded him.
"I'm coming..."
"I know you are, baby. Let it go."
He was past the point of no return and his girlfriend drew his climax out
of him. With slow, measured strokes, her dildo pressed against his g spot,
causing hot pleasure to cascade through his body. In moments he bucked and
twisted and she lay against him, pinning him to the mattress. Tugging at
his hair roughly, she brought her lips to his ear and spoke in her most
sultry voice.
"Come for me, come with my cock in your ass, my sweet, beautiful boy."
His seed flushed from his body. It shot from his cock and stained the
sheets below. His voice was a high pitch and it took all she had to keep
him steady beneath her. Hands clamped tightly around his wrists, she kept
him immobile as his orgasm rifled through him. All the while her member
continued to stroke his back passage, only intensifying his first g spot
orgasm.
It broke with a last, final wail of ecstasy before he collapsed weeping
into the pillows. She remained still, her dildo buried deep in his ass and
placed tiny kisses on his shoulder, neck and back. There was the soft
sound of him crying and it stirred her heart. She allowed him this moment
to collect himself when his mind must be racing with emotions. They lay
that way for a while, her full breasts pressed against his bare back and
her cheek pressed into his shoulder. They were motionless except for the
small sobs that shook him.
She wrapped her arms and legs around his weakened body and, when he was
ready she urged him to look at her. The sight of his reddened eyes, the
tears glistening on his cheeks, caused her to respond in kind. They held
each other close, each one being the protector as they cried openly. She
had never felt so connected with anyone in her life.
He made for her breast and she offered it to him. Suckling openly and
without shame, he found serenity in the body of his girlfriend in a way he
never considered. Instinctively she stroked him, loving the man that took
to her breast. A tremendous sense of pride filled her and though neither
knew how to address it now, tomorrow they would talk of tonight and the
feelings it opened between them. Perhaps they may cry again. There was
nothing hidden from them now.
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