by Evan Harder
Still pounding away at Shawna, Peter slid his fingers out of her ass and used his hands to spread her ass cheeks, opening her asshole up, causing it to gape. It was mesmerizing, that perfect little black hole, just staring right up at him, beckoning. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer once he got his cock in there, but at this point he didn’t care. He needed to fuck Shawna’s ass. Now. It was just too inviting to delay any further.
So as Peter continued holding her asscheeks wide, keeping her asshole gaping, he slid his cock out of her pussy and maneuvered it so the head was resting against the flesh between her pussy and asshole, the tip mere centimeters from entering.
“Give it to me,” Shawna said, looking back at him once again. “Fuck my asshole with your huge cock until you’re ready to cum.”
“If you insist,” Peter said. And with that, he slid his cock inside her.
Unlike earlier, Peter wasn’t worried about making it last before he came, so he started pounding her asshole right away, giving her his entire cock from tip to base from the very beginning.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Shawna screamed, her head facing forward once again as his hips slammed into her ass, making it shake and jiggle every time their bodies come together. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass and make me cum!”
Now that Peter knew she was so close to cumming, He did what he could to help get here there before he did, reaching out and grabbing her shoulders so he could pull her body back with every thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside her asshole. It was completely disappearing now, his balls slamming up against the underside of her pussy at the bottom end.
“Your cock is so fucking deep in my ass!” Shawna screamed. “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
She tilted her chin towards the ceiling, causing her ponytail to hover in the air right in front of him.
Peter couldn’t resist, grabbing ahold of it and yanking back.
Shawna’s screams grew even louder but she was no longer talking. The sounds that came out of her mouth with wordless and unformed, pure exclamations of unbridled pleasure.
Peter continued pummeling her ass with every ounce of his energy, right on the verge of cumming now but wanting her to have her orgasm before he let go with his.
Luckily it didn’t take but a few more seconds. Peter slammed his cock deep into her asshole a few more times and then her body tensed up for a moment before releasing, her entire body quivering as a final, pent-up scream escaped from her mouth.
With her orgasm out of the way, Peter was free to finish up too, which he did a short time later.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Peter said, pulling his cock out of her asshole.
Shawna spun quickly, sliding forward on the couch until her head was right in front of his cock. She took things from there, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock while she worked the shaft with her hand.
After just a couple seconds of this, his body tensed up too. Reading the signs of his impending orgasm, Shawna popped his cock out of her mouth but continued jerking him off as Peter came, spraying her face with his white sperm, coating it with numerous spurts as she milked him dry with her hand before letting his cock go.
Looking up at him, her face covered in white, she smiled.
“That was quite a load,” she said. “Even bigger than usual.”
“What can I say?” Peter replied. “Fucking your ass turned me on more than usual.”
“It sure looks like it,” she said. “I take it you want to do it again some day?”
“Whenever possible,” Peter said.
“How about right now?”
“Are you serious?”
Laughing, Shawna said, “Nah. Not tonight. It’s too late. But pretty soon though. One of these days I’m going to make you cum at least three times before I’m through with you.”
“I can’t wait,” Peter said.
“Neither can I,” she replied, standing up. “Now give me a kiss.”
She leaned in towards him but Peter quickly backed away. “Whoa, there,” he said. “Don’t get all crazy on me now.”
Laughing, she took another step towards him. Peter scurried away, almost tripping on a chair in the process, which just made her laugh harder.
“All right, all right,” she said. “I’ll let you slide on kissing me until I get cleaned up.”
“Thank you.”
“This time, at least,” Shawna said, still grinning.
She turned and headed towards the bathroom while Peter gathered their clothes, laughing under his breath all the while. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this, but he wasn’t going to question it. Every dog has it’s day. Or in his case, four days. The only question now what how much longer it would last. But he wasn’t worried. The way he saw it, every day was a bonus. He’d never been with a girl like Shawna before and he figured he never would after. Might as well just enjoy it as it came.
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ENJOYING A VERY DIRTY WEEKEND WITH MY IMPOSSIBLY NAUGHTY GIRLFRIEND (SESSION THREE)
People ask me all the time if it bothers me that Vicki was in porn. Of course it doesn’t. Why would it?
The way I see it, a person’s past is their past. Nothing more. It’s not their present, it’s not their future. By its very definition it can’t be altered. Nor does it matter. It’s over and done with, so why stress over it?
When it comes to a past, everyone has one. And everyone has made mistakes in it. The key is to not make those same mistakes again. And how do you go about avoiding them? Easy. By talking about what led you to making them so you won’t make them again.
But for some reason everyone is always afraid of discussing their past with their significant others. Nobody ever talks to each other about their old relationships, their old boyfriends/girlfriends, about any of that stuff. I don’t understand it. It’s just like any secret; once it’s out in the open it loses all its power. So why not nip things in the bud? You’d be surprised how many laughs you can have trying to top your partner with the worst thing you’ve ever done. Or the biggest asshole/bitch you’ve ever dated. Or how you pathetically lusted after someone way out of your league and inevitably got shot down by them. Discussions like this are bonding experiences, they help us realize that we’re not so unlike everyone else. And they are essential to a healthy relationship.
Which takes us back to the question about Vicki being in porn and why I don’t have the slightest problem with it. It’s pretty simple, actually.
Vicki’s stint shooting porn doesn’t define her more than her shitty marriage does, or the first person she slept with. Nor, for that matter, does my shitty marriage and crappy relationships before that define me. Or who I slept with in college. These experiences have made us who we are, yes, but so what? Do you hate yourself so much that you have to hide the things that have molded you? Are you that ashamed of who you are?
Maybe. I don’t know. But I’m sure as hell not. I embrace my past, revel in it, enjoy reliving it. And I certainly don’t hide from it. Nor does Vicki hide from hers. Which is why I love her. In the immortal words of Popeye The Sailor Man, “I am who am and that’s all that I am.”
Anyone who’s got a problem with that can go fuck themselves.
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I couldn’t sleep. Despite all the fucking and drinking we’d done over the past six hours, the Viagra kept my dick just hard enough that I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any rest until I took care of it one more time. Hopefully the last.
I looked over and saw that Vicki was sleeping soundly, so I climbed out of bed, slipped into a bathrobe and grabbed the laptop bag. I went downstairs so I wouldn’t disturb Vicki, sat down on the couch and opened the laptop. After a couple minutes of searching I had some porn streaming over the internet. I skipped to the middle of the scene to avoid all the foreplay. Right now I just wanted to get off quickly so my little man would relax and I could hopefully get some sleep.
Onscreen a tiny little blonde with gigantic fake tits was in the pro
cess of getting fucked by a young stud. She was on the bed, her legs spread open wide. He was pounding her with reckless abandon while she screamed loudly. I opened up the bathrobe and let my still hard cock out. But the scene wasn’t really doing much for me. The girl was too fake, the guy not really into it. There was no real heat. I skipped forward a little bit more and found what I was looking for. Now he was fucking her doggy style. Her fake screams had been replaced by a lower, more guttural grown that sounded very real indeed. The stud had toned down his eagerness and was pumping her more slowly. I began stroking my cock, slowly at first.
The stud started pounding her harder and the little blonde’s screams started up again. But this time they were legit. The guy reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back on it. She screamed louder. Then he stuck his thumb in her ass. She screamed louder still. I started jerking my cock a little faster. This stuff was turning me on. Not nearly as much as fucking Vicki but it would do the trick. A few more minutes of this and hopefully I could finish up for the night and then hit the sack for real. A couple hours of sleep would feel real good right about now.
The action was starting to get hotter and hotter and I was getting closer and closer to finishing when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked over my shoulder and saw Vicki standing behind me. She was wearing nothing but a g-string and one of my t-shirts. She’d washed off all her makeup but she didn’t need it. She’s hot as hell without it, with her little freckled face making her look like she’s still in her teens. Her hair is mussed up which just takes the sexiness factor up a notch further. Just looking at her makes my cock even harder than it was just moments ago, which is quite a feat.
“What are you doing?” she asked, fighting off a yawn.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I said, a little smile playing on my lips.
“Don’t tell me you’re jerking off to porn.” There was no malice in her voice, just curiosity and a hint of surprise.
My smile widened and I shrugged.
“After everything we did?” she said. “I thought you were done for the night.”
“So did I,” I said. “But this Viagra has me feeling like I’m eighteen again. I just can’t keep my little man at heel.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not so great when you’re sound asleep.”
“Did you even try to wake me up?”
“No,” I said. “I just thought—”
She started walking towards me, taking slow, exaggerated strides. “That’s your problem right there,” she said. “You need to stop thinking so much. For all you know I could have been dreaming about you, just praying that you would wake me up.”
“Were you?”
“Maybe,” she said as she came up behind me. She draped her arms over my shoulders and started rubbing my chest with her hands as she eyed my cock. “Jesus Christ, you weren’t kidding about your little man, were you?”
“No,” I said.
“You certainly look like you were enjoying it, whatever you were watching.”
I didn’t reply to this. There was no good answer.
“Hit the pause button,” she said. “I want to see what’s got you so worked up.”
I un-paused the screen, revealing the little blonde getting fucked from behind while the stud pulled her hair and fingered her asshole. As we watched, he pulled his thumb from her asshole and started spanking her ass, turning it red.
“Well, that explains a lot,” Vicki said. She looked at me, then at my cock, then back at me. “Do you know what I think? I think that you didn’t wake me up on purpose. I think you’d rather be watching porn than fucking me.”
I knew she didn’t mean it but figured I’d play along. She was obviously enjoying her little game, and the more fun she had the more fun I was going to have to in the end.
“Never,” I said.
Vicki scoffed. “Yeah right,” she said. Her voice had gotten edgier, like a teacher scolding one of her students. Taking charge just turned me on even further, a fact which she knew quite well. Which is undoubtedly why she was doing it. “You’d rather watch that little blonde slut get fucked than fuck me, wouldn’t you.”
“Not a chance,” I said.
“We’ll just see about that.”
She climbed over the couch and flipped the laptop shut, then turned on me, her thin, perfect body standing over me, her pussy at the same level as my face. She slipped out of her g-string and started rubbing her pussy. I grabbed my cock and started playing with it. She slapped my arm away.
“I didn’t say you could touch your cock,” she said. “You were a bad boy. And I’m going to punish you for it. You’re just going to sit there and watch me play with my pussy.”
She went back to work on her pussy, slipping a finger in, then two. She started fucking herself, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
I looked up at her. I tried to keep the smile off my face but it was impossible. This was just too much fun. My dick was harder than ever, sticking straight up out of the bathrobe, throbbing and rock hard. It was all I could do not start playing with it, especially with her standing over me, looking down on me like that, taunting me with her fingers inside her pussy. She pulled her fingers out and stuck them in her mouth and sucked her juices off.
She stepped forward so her pussy was hovering directly over my cock. I reached out and ran my hands up her legs but she slapped them away again.
“Don’t fucking touch anything,” Vicki said, looking back at me. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress.”
“That’s better,” Vicki said. Then she sat down on my stomach and backed her ass up until it was pressing painfully against my cock. She reached back and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She bounced it against her ass and rubbed it up and down her crack, making me squirm.
“You want me to sit on it, don’t you?” she said.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
She just laughed. “Later, maybe,” she said before letting it go. She pulled the shirt up over her tits and started playing with them, pushing them together, rubbing her nipples. “You like these perfect little titties?”
Again I nodded.
“You want to suck on them?”
I nodded yet again.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” I said.
“The whole thing,” she said. “I want to hear the words.”
“I want to suck on your tits.”
She tilted her head and gave me the evil eye.
“Please,” I added, enjoying the hell out of this little game. Payback, no doubt, for our escapades earlier.
“Please what?”
“Please mistress.”
“That’s better,” she said.
She pressed her chest up against my face and shook them back and forth, slapping me with them.
“Stick your tongue out.”
I stuck my tongue out.
She stuck one of her nipples in front of my mouth. “Lick my nipple.”
I did.
She stuck it deeper in my mouth. “Now suck on it.”
Again I did what I was told.
“Harder,” she said.
I sucked with everything I had. Vicki started to groan. Her nipple was hard so I switched to the other side and gave it the same treatment. She groaned some more and wrapped her arms around my head, pressing me deeper into her. I looked up and saw her head thrown back, exposing the hollow of her neck. She squeezed harder for a moment, then let go, her breast popping out of my mouth with an audible pop.
She leaned back and slid her body further up my chest and put her feet up on the back of the couch and started playing with herself again. Her ring and index fingers moved in and out of her pussy, slid up to rub her clit, then plunged back into her pussy.
“You like watching me play with myself?” she said. “You like se
eing me fuck my tight little hole with my fingers?”
“Yes mistress.”
“You want to taste it?” she said. “You want to taste my pussy?
I nodded.
She increased the pace, slamming her fingers inside her pussy for a few seconds, getting it nice and juicy. Then she pulled them out and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting her familiar sweetness, loving every second of it.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” she said.
“I fucking love it.”
“Then open your mouth,” she said as she climbed to her feet. “I’ll give you the real thing.”
I opened my mouth and she pushed my head back into the headrest and climbed up and sat on my face. She rubbed her pussy in my mouth, bouncing up and down on it, my nose smacking up against her clit, her wetness getting all over the bottom half of my face. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it deep into her pussy.
“That’s right,” she said. “Work that tongue. Stick it in my pussy.”
I held my tongue rigid as she bounced on it, her moans growing with every thrust. She leaned down and grabbed the back of my head and held it up against her pussy, pushing them together, holding it there, suffocating me, forcing me to breathe her in. So I did, taking my air from her pussy as she got off on my tongue.
And then she was climbing off my face, leaving me gasping for breath.
“You were a good little boy,” Vicki said. “So now I’m going to reward you.”
She climbed down off my face and slid down my body until she was between my legs, on her knees and facing me. She had my cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it, taunting me, teasing me.
“It’s so fucking huge,” she said as she stuck out her tongue and licked it, from the tip down to my balls then back up again. “And it tastes so fucking good.” She giggled and then started sucking on it, first taking just the tip in her mouth while one hand worked my shaft and the other went down and played with my balls. Triple threat. Insanity.
She worked the tip of my cock for a few seconds then started letting it further into her mouth, bouncing up and down on it, taking more of it in every time, until pretty soon she was swallowing the whole thing. She deep-throated me a couple of times, each time spending a couple seconds with my entire cock in her mouth before coming up for air. The third time she held it there for nearly ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before finally coughing and gagging and sliding my cock out of her mouth.
