A Rock Feels No Pain

In despero , obscurum ; In Diligo , Lux lucis. (In despair, darkness; In Love, Light). -Me


Just a reminder, it’s going on now- boobiethon is underway. So go and indulge, and drop some cash for the cure.

Pushing her head and torso over the bed, so she was leaning across it with her legs on the ground; bare ass and legs, what a perfect position to administer a random spanking, one cheek after the other. When she tried to shift, spanking harder, faster- “No one told you that you could move.”

Occasionally, she’d attempt to draw her legs onto the bed, and although that too is a fine position, not this evening. Spanks along her thighs, sting of my palm on her ass, would have her feet back on the floor again quickly. This is nice, too, as you can step between her legs, and spread them wide with your knees, opening them and giving convenient access to a wet hot pussy, which is just waiting for some (gentler) spanks, and some finger attention.

Rubbing fingers, getting them wet with her natural lube, then adding some of the slick oil that lives by the bed, smearing it all over her cheeks and ass, and my cock; teasing and running the head all over her ass and pussy lips, up and down but not in, laying the length into the crack of her ass cheeks, hearing her breathing change and deepen, watching her fists gather parts of the sheets in anticipation, and seeing her hips starting to lift and push back.

Slippery, heat and breath and the hot smell of her, and hearing her say, “Now, please, fuck my ass, I want you in my ass.”

Sliding in, tight and slow and pressing into her, spreading her, filling her, and slowly beginning to push in and out; her hand finding her clit, moving mine out of the way, listening to the sounds of our breathing so heavy, ragged and gasping and moaning together.

When she says, “I want you to come in my ass,” I’m unable to hold back any more, it becomes a physical impossibility. Letting it go, pressing into her harder than ever, the jumping squirming release, collapsing onto her back, holding her in a backwards hug. Rolling over, tugging her onto the bed with me, holding each other as the sweat dries, as our breathing slows, sharing kisses and murmurs.

Some days, it’s better from the rear.


Filed under: anal, boobie-thon, boobies, sex

3 Responses

  1. Complicated Me says:

    yummy post!


  2. Snow White says:

    OMG!!!!!!! I guess the holding pattern is over! You certainly got my juices flowing early on a Saturday morning. I’m so flustered I keep mistyping words! I’d better stop while I’m ahead…

  3. Anonymous says:

    wow. WOW. not only is this completely sexy, but it’s wonderfully written.

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