I'LL HAVE TO admit that I am an ass woman. There, I said it! Yes, there is nothing sexier to me than a pair of firmly plump, oval cheeks protruding from a tight pair of Geoffrey Beene boxers; and when the Lord made D., He gave him an ass so lusciously succulent, Tyson Beckford would blush in envy to have one just like it.
No matter what mood I’m in, D. knows that all it takes, to get my mind racing and my body aching for his dick, is for him to put on my favorite pair of his boxers or just prance around the house with his white towel loosely tied around his ripped abdomen, barely covering my gifts. Pants, regardless of the fabric they are made of, just wrap around D.’s fine ass and cup his cock in such a way that all I can think of is how nice it would feel for me to grow a penis right then and there and just shove it in him. I mean isn’t it just so fucking unfair that some animals can surf genders and even procreate; yet I can’t even grow a finger, let alone a penis. For years, I’ve fantasized and even dreamed about doing D. but my fear of him judging me and shame he might label me a freak kept me from admitting that I want to peg the sperm out of my 6’3, two hundred pounds, macho, construction working man.
Prior to us meeting at our spot in the living room, D. sets the vibrator I promised to let him use on my clit, the lube and the fresh condoms we bought earlier on the side table. While we kiss, suck and fuck our way to kingdom cum, my mind is solely fixed on the prize. I couldn’t grow a cock whenever I wanted one but thanks to the sex gods in California, we have the next best thing: a dildo. As D. rides me from the top, I beg him to stop and let me fuck him for a change; but my pleas fall on deaf ears. In fact, they only fuel his thirst to give me more. D. loses himself in my depths and while promising to make my cunt spit out its’ G-spot, he lifts and flips me on all fours, to get better access at my Anny. As D. rides my cunt like a Kentucky Derby jockey, I give into the pleasures he delivers to perfection. With each gush of liquid orgasm that rocks my body, my desire for pegging him dissolves into numb, blissful ecstasy.
As D.’s fingers move from massaging my ass to the valley of my forbidden garden, I must admit that it feels too good for me to hear my fears or listen to my feelings about anal sex. I don’t (want to) stop him when he penetrates me with the dildo I intended to use on him because the dual pleasure, from his dick rimming my cunt and the dildo filling up my ass, sends me over the edge. As I begin to get used to the feeling of being filled to capacity, D. puts on one of the condoms and follows the path of no return. It feels like heaven as his warm cock enters me and slowly but firmly he forces himself in. D. grabs my ass cheeks and softly but surely, he rocks me into submission…
It was about time I lost my cherry.
2 comments:
HA, I fantasize about doing my boyfriend. Oh how I want to... The thing is...I'm pretty sure he'd let me. We're getting close.
Great post!
In my case Lauren the way I got D. not to freak out and be open-minded about the whole thing was by telling him about it while we were getting it on. I thought this way, if he freaks at me, I could blame it on "the moment".
I am quite hopeful that I am close to my goal.
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