No Holding Back

September 5, 2007 – 10:00 am

     Alyse  excused  herself  and  went to the bathroom, where she
cleaned up and returned.  She had taken the time to  fix  herself
up,  straightening  out  her  sweater,  refastening  her bra, and
pulling her skirt back into place.  I started to get up, but  she
knelt  beside  me  for a briefly and whispered in my ear, “You’re
not done yet.” Her breath smelled of mouthwash.

I turned over on my back, wearing only my shirt, my cock  at
half-  staff.   She  smiled  as  she cradled my head in her right
arm.  “I’m not done yet,” I repeated, my face turning quizzical.

“Don’t you have something for me?” she whispered.

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She gently eased my head  to  the  floor
and  stood up.  From my prone position, I had a worms-eye view of
the world, and that world included a perfect look  right  up  her
blue  denim  skirt, all the way to the white-pantied crotch.  Not
satisfied that I could see all that she was willing to  show  me,
she  shifted  her  legs to either side of my head, straddling it,
improving my vantage.  The picture was delightful!

“I like the view from here,” I said.

Looking down at me, she smiled,  wickedly.   “I’ll  bet  you
do.   Most  men  would  give  their left testicle to be where you
are.” Her hands were on her hips.  She was queen of the mountain.
Was I her willing slave?

“Why am I getting the view for free?  Do I have to  give  up
my  testicle?” Alyse’s panties were caught in her crotch, offering
me a nice look at the outline of her cuntal crack.

“It’s not for free, you’ll have to pay for it,  but  I  need
your balls for other things.”

“I’m broke.  I can’t pay for it.”

“You  don’t  need  money–just  stick  out  your  tongue.” I
played her silly game, sticking my tongue out.

Alyse sing-songed a little, “Open you mouth  and  close  your
eyes  and you will get a big surprise!” I hadn’t heard it since I
was five years old.  I opened my mouth, allowing my tongue to wag
like a worm on a hook.  Who knows what kinds of fish  might  swim
in these waters!  I refused to close my eyes, however.  Giving up
this view would be pure torture.

Alyse  hiked her dress well up her bare, white legs, exposing
even more of the front and back of her silky, white  panties.   I
felt  my  loins begin to stir once more as my cock, as if on cue,
began to spring back to life. “Mmm, we seem to be growing  bigger
again!” she exclaimed, her eyes fastened on my growing member.

“Reflexive action,” I acknowledged.

“Play  with  it,”  she said, quite nonchalantly.  At first I
didn’t comprehend what she had asked me to do.

“Excuse me?”

“Play with your cock–make it nice and  hard  for  me,”  she
 said, this time with a voice barely above a whisper.

I  didn’t  need much encouragement.  No matter what I did, I
knew  I  would  be  the  recipient  of  some  great   sex.    Our
relationship  was filled with that now, and I loved every moment.
I grasped my cock in my left hand and began milking  it,  slowly,
while I looked up and enjoyed the lovely sights between her legs.

“Squeeze  it  more  tightly,” she husked.  “Keep your tongue
out!”

If my hand stroking my now almost fully erect  penis  was  a
catalyst  for more sex, my tongue was the bait, and Alyse knew it.
Ever so slowly, without taking  her  eyes  from  me  masturbatory
activities,  she  began  to  lower  her ass and crotch closer and
closer to  my  face  as  she  worked  herself  into  a  squatting
position.   Her widening legs pulled the pantie crotch out of her
cuntal crack and spread the reinforced silk to either side of her
crotch.  Only a few dark brown curls peeked out of the  sides  of
the white material.

“Move  your  hand faster,” she husked.  “I like to watch you
jerk off.”

I obeyed her, increasing the speed of my hand on  my  shaft,
not feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment.  To the contrary,
I  kind  of  enjoyed putting on a little show for her.  If that’s
what turned her on, I would do it forever.  She moved her  crotch
even  closer  to  my waiting face, stopping sort of plastering me
with her sex.  I could smell  her  now,  that  familiar  odor  of
pungent womanhood I had come to love.

“Is  your  tongue  still  out?”  she asked, unable to see my
face anymore with her skirt in the way.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good, don’t move it.  I am going to fuck your tongue,”  she
whispered.  I was somewhat surprised by her crudity, but anything
that Alyse said or did now.  She reached her left hand between her
squatting legs and grasped  the  edge  of  her  crotch  with  her
fingers.  In one quick motion, she pulled the panty crotch to the
other  side,  baring  her  curls  and  the pink, gaping slit. The
entrance  to  her  moisture-laden  vagina   was   wide-open   and
inviting.  I continued stroking my tumescent cock.

“What do you want to do to me?” she asked.

“I want to eat you.”

“What do you want to eat?”

I  could  tell  she wanted me to talk dirty to her.  I could
almost tell by the sound of her voice when needed a little  vocal
stimulation.  “I want to eat your pussy.”

“Where does your tongue go?”

“In your cunt.  In your beautiful cunt,” I replied.

“Where else?”

I  gulped.  She was leading me on now.  “In your ass, if you
want me to.” Since she had already done it to  me,  reciprocating
might be fun.  “Do I have a choice?”

“No,”  she  replied.   “The choice is mine.  Your choice was
to bring me here this weekend and turn  me  inside  out.   I’m  a
totally  different  woman  now than I was two days ago.  There is
nothing I wouldn’t do.”

Whatever her choice was, I wanted her to make it soon.   Her
womanly  smells  were  intoxicating me; I was like a dog in heat.
“Let me suck your cunt, Alyse!” I pleaded.

In an instant, she  smothered  me  with  her  hairy  crotch,
pressing  her  sex against my face, covering my nose and lips and
cheeks with the copious flows of her cunt.  I  shoved  my  tongue
into  her vagina like a man possessed.  She screamed out loud and
began moving her crotch in a slow, sexy, circular motion over  my
ensconced tongue, spreading more of her juices over my face.

As  I  felt  for every nook and cranny inside the warm, dark
opening, I felt her unbuttoning my shirt.  As I tongued  her  for
all  I  was  worth,  she  pulled  my  shirt  to  the side, having
unbuttoned it completely, and began scratching my  chest  lightly
with her fingernails.  I knew I couldn’t come again, so soon, but
I stroked my cock frantically, knowing Alyse was watching my every
move.

It  was  one of the most pleasant pussy-eating experiences I
had ever known.  Alyse continued to churn her crotch over my  face
while  I  tongued  her slit with increasing vigor and enthusiasm,
causing her to make all sorts of animalistic sounds.

Then, almost as soon as it had started,  it  stopped.   Alyse
pushed herself into a standing position and moved off slightly to
the  side,  removing the glorious worms-eye view I had had of her
now steaming crotch. Her completely  flushed  face  was  somewhat
contorted;  I  could  almost  see  her  mind  racing  with sexual
thoughts.

“Follow me!” she ordered, then turned and walked toward  the
living room.

Shedding  my  shirt which she had thoughtfully unbuttoned, I
followed her.  Her skirt had fallen back into  place;  I  admired
the  way  it fit over her tight little ass.  I felt odd, me being
entirely naked and her being entirely clothed, as we  moved  into
the  living room.  As she turned to face me, I stopped.  Her eyes
darted immediately to my erection.

“Come closer to me,” she  commanded.   I  felt  like  I  was
completely under her power.

As  I neared her, she brought her eyes to my face.  Our eyes
met. Using only my thoughts, hoping that somehow she  could  read
my  mind,  I  told her I wanted to fuck her brains out.  Her lips
broke into an understanding smile.  “Strip me,” she said.   “Make
me naked for you.”

I  wasted  no  time  in moving my hands to the bottom of her
sweater.  I drew it swiftly upward, over her head,  then  up  and
over her raised hands. Throwing it on a nearby chair, I turned my
attention  back  to  her.  I had seen sexier bras, and I had seen
cups that were filled much more, but Alyse knew how much I  adored
her  bite-sized  breasts  and  super-sensitive  nipples.  I moved
closer to her and put my arms around her back,  quickly  locating
the  hooked  strap.   In the process, my erection brushed lightly
against her skirt-covered thigh.

I fumbled slightly with the  catch,  then  finally  unhooked
it.   Alyse’s  girlish  tits sprang into view as she bra slid down
her arms onto the floor, falling like a handkerchief.   Her  pink
nipples were already elongated, looking so inviting in the center
the darker areola.  I wanted to suck them immediately, but wanted
her naked even more.

The  denim skirt had no belt.  There was a button just under
her tummy and a zipper beneath, somewhat like a man’s.  I put one
hand inside the waist band of the skirt as Alyse  obligingly  held
her  stomach  in, while I used my free hand to unbutton and unzip
her.  The material parted into a wide  ‘V’,  exposing  her  upper
abdomen  and  the  top  of her white panties.  I pushed the skirt
downward, over her hips,  past  the  bikini-styled  undies,  then
watched it fall of its own accord in a circle around her feet.

When  my  cock  accidentally brushed against Alyse’s now bare
thigh, she looked up at me and grinned, sheepishly.  “It gets  in
the  way  sometimes,”  she said with a slight smile, lowering her
head to gaze upon it once more.

I admired the fullness of her pubic  region,  how  her  mons
veris  seemed  to fill her panties so completely.  She was one of
the few women I had known who really knew how to carry themselves
when they were naked.  It was perfectly natural  to  her  that  I
placed  my  thumb  inside  the  waistband of her tightly clinging
silky-whites and drew them over her hips.  I knelt I one knee  to
complete  the  task of lowering them to her feet where she helped
me shed them for her.

I remained kneeling, for the moment,  my  face  inches  from
Alyse’s  now  naked abdomen, and gazed upon the delicate beauty of
the thick patch of dark  brown  curls  which  adorned  her  pubic
region.  I felt her hand touch the top of my head and thought she
was going to pull my face into the curly forest.  Surely she knew
I was admiring her treasures there.

Instead,  she  whispered, “Stand up, I want to feel you next
to me.”

We had one thing in common–an appreciation of the  joy  one
feels  when  one  naked  person  embraces  a  similarly undressed
person.  The feeling of thigh meeting thigh, the hardness of  the
erection   against  the  softness  of  the  female  abdomen,  the
sensation of a woman’s pubic hairs pressing against your leg, the
joy of her breasts flattened  against  your  chest,  gave  strong
sexual urges to the both of us.

“I  love  you,”  I  whispered.   It was the first time I had
told her so.

“I love you, too.” We kissed, timidly at  first,  then  with
increasing intensity as we pushed our abdomens into one anothers.

“I  like  you  naked,”  I  said  into  her  mouth,  not even
breaking the kiss.

“You’re so  hard!”  she  husked,  pressing  her  pubis  even
harder  into  mine  in order to punctuate her statement.  “I want
you to fuck me so bad.”

“Let’s go to the sofa,” I suggested.

“I want you to do something first.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you remember what Julie did to me?”

“You mean last night?”

“Yes,”  she  demurely   replied,   her   head   lowered   in
embarrassment.

“How could I forget,” I said.

“Would  you  do  that  for  me,  too?   I think I would like
that.” She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them.  It  was  a
sensual gesture, partly out of shyness.

“You mean to spank you or to use my tongue on your anus?”

Alyse  blushed,  profusely.   Her  eyes looked pensive.  “How
about both?” she finally blurted.

I smiled.  “If you want me to.”

“I want,” she said, her voice soft  as  the  morning.   “I’m
clean  there;  I  washed extra good all over when I took a shower
earlier.”

“I wasn’t worried about it,” I said with a slight smile.

She broke our embrace and turned 180  degrees,  facing  away
from  me.   It was obvious that she wanted me to examine the cute
little buns that I would soon be enjoying.  “Kneel  on  the  sofa
cushion,” I implored, then watched her walk on padded feet to the
velvet-cushioned settee.  Her ass looked particularly inviting as
she mounted the sofa, planting her knees on the cushion.

She  turned  her  head  to  the  side and looked back at me.
“Like this?” she asked.

“Poke your buns out more,” I suggested.   “That’s  it….and
open  your  legs  just  a little….Good….Oh, Alyse, your ass is
exquisite.”

She giggled like a teenager.  “Are you sure you want  to  go
through with this, Thomas?”

“I’m sure,” I replied.  “Open yourself up for me.”

She  threw a furtive glance my way as I moved closer to her,
my hard-on raging.  “You mean….”

Interrupting her in mid-sentence, I said, quite  firmly,  “I
mean spread your ass cheeks–now!”

She  blushed  once  more,  turning  her  head  away from me,
facing the front.  Her hands moved to her delectable  buns.   She
mumbled something unintelligible as she used four fingers of each
hand  to pry apart the two globes.  There was her anus once more,
round, puckered, crinkled, light pink in  color.   It  seemed  so
tight,  I  wondered  how  I  was ever able to take her there last
night.

“This is a little embarrassing,” she  said  with  a  nervous
twinge in her voice.

“You  weren’t  embarrassed  when  Julie  opened  you up back
there.  I got a real nice view then, you know.”

She giggled nervously again.  “It’s a little different  when
someone is standing directly behind you with a big erection.”

I laughed.  “Do you want me to fuck you there again?”

“Mmm.   What  a  nice idea!  But I would like you to do some
other things first.”

My mind raced.  “Like what?”

“Do you remember how Julie spanked me?”

“Of course.”

“I want you to make it hurt even more.”

I looked at her, wide-eyed.  “She was  spanking  you  pretty
hard.  It would be difficult for me to….”

“You have a belt on your pants?” she interrupted.

I couldn’t believe my ears.  “Yes,” I replied.

“Use it!” she begged.

At  first  I  thought she was kidding, but the look in eyes,
that assertive glance, told me different.  “You want me  to  whip
you with my belt?” I asked, somewhat incredulously.

“If you don’t want to….”

“Oh,  no,” I interjected.  “I just wanted to understand what
you were saying.”

“If I need to make it more obvious, I will.  I want  you  to
use  you  belt  on  my  ass.   Double it up in your fist and wail
away.  I really want you to, Thomas.”  She  was  doing  more  than
pleading,  she  was begging.  I bent down and picked up my pants,
then drew the leather belt through the loops. Alyse looked back at
me, still blushing, as I doubled  the  inch-wide  leather  in  my
hand.

“How hard?” I asked.

“As hard as you want,” she husked.

“What if the others come in?”

She  smiled,  wickedly.   “Won’t  they  be surprised!!!” She
arched her back and presented her lovely buns.   They  were  mine
to do whatever I wanted with.

I  watched  Alyse  bite her lower lip, nervously.  She looked
at me once more.  “Don’t hold back,” she whispered.  “I  want  it
to hurt.”

I  had no idea how badly she wanted it to hurt.  When I drew
my arm back and gave her what I thought was a fairly  good  whack
with  the  leather  belt, right across the center of her ass, she
jumped slightly and gave out with a quick, shrill cry.  Her  buns
rippled slightly, and a red welt appeared instantly.

“Mmm,  that’s nice,” she said, quite matter-of-factly.  “Can
you do it a bit harder?”

“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously.

“It gives me a nice glow, Thomas.  It doesn’t hurt that  bad;
it sort of hurts nice,” she laughed.

She  had  to  be serious.  She really didn’t want me to hold
back.  My fear of hurting her too much was pretty  much  overcome
by her seeming indifference to the first stroke against her split
pumpkin.  “If I didn’t double it up, it would sting like hell,” I
told her.

 “No,  not  yet.   Work  me  up  to  it, slowly.  Show me how
strong you are with the belt like that first.”

“All right.  It’s your rear end.” I reached  back  and  gave
her  another  good, hard lash.  The loud crack of leather against
flesh resounded throughout the room.  She screamed again,  louder
this  time.   I  knew it had to have hurt her more than the first
one.

She was breathing quite heavily now, waiting  for  the  pain
in  her ass cheeks to turn to the glowing tingle she yearned for.
“That’s better,” she said, taking a deep breath and then  letting
it out.  “Whew!  What a glow!”

“Your buns are starting to turn red as a beet,” I said.

“I  know.  I can feel the heat!  I hope you’re enjoying this
as much as I am.”

I admitted to myself that it was sort  of  fun  letting  out
some  of pent- up aggressions and nervousness.  “I hope you don’t
get mad at me later for doing this.”

Alyse laughed.  “The only time I’ll get mad  is  if  you  get
wimpy  or  scared  and  start to hold back.  Can you do it just a
teensy bit harder?”

“You’re a glutton for punishment,” I quipped.

“I guess I am.  Turn up the heat, baby!”

This time I held nothing back, driving the belt  across  her
lower  ass  with  such  force  that  as  she  screamed she lunged
forward into the sofa.  Her ass rippled like crazy.  She  quickly
brought  the  palms  of  her  hands  to  the  glowing fire at her
backside, trying to rub and soothe the pain away.

 “Oh, that one hurt!” she blurted.

“I  was  afraid  it  was   getting   too   much,”   I   said
apologetically.

“Hey,  who  said  it was too much.  That’s just about right.
You’re not going to believe this, but that last one made  me  cum
just a little.  This is fantastic!”

“What kind of a monster have I created this weekend?”

Alyse  laughed,  despite  the pain that was still burning her
buttocks. “A very sexual one,” she replied.  “Of course,  if  you
can’t do it, there’s always Sam….”

I  think  she  made the last comment to stir me up.  She was
really asking for it now.  Without telling her, I  let  the  belt
loop drop from my hand, watching the double strand become one.  I
knew  this one would sting like hell.  “Move your hands away from
your ass!” I ordered.

Even as she moved her hands off of her gorgeous ass,  I  was
moving  my  arm  back and taking aim at the delectable, perfectly
rounded globes.  This time I heard the belt whistle  through  the
air  just  before it landed sharply across the sensitive backs of
her thighs.  The crack of leather against skin  and  ear-piercing
scream  melded  into  one.  The force of the stroke caused her to
fall on her side  crying  “AHHHHHH!   OHHHHHH!”  between  labored
breaths.

“Do you still want Sam?” I shouted over her cries.

“I  was  just kidding.  OH!  My legs are on fire!  OH!  That
one hurt like hell!”

I think I was finally getting to her.  She wasn’t nearly  as
uppity  now.   I  was  in control of the situation at last.  “Get
back up on your knees.  Present yourself!” I commanded.

She literally dragged herself back to a  kneeling  position,
then  bent  at  the  waist  and  arched her back, raising her ass
invitingly upward once more.  The last stroke had  left  an  ugly
red  welt  across the backs of her thighs.  “Do you want more?” I
shouted.

“I….I  don’t  know.   It  hurts  like  the  dickens,”  she
whimpered.

I  figured  she  had had enough.  There would be other times
for me to test her threshold of pain.   I  knew  what  she  liked
now,  what  she  needed.  My erection needed something of its own
right now.  I moved directly behind her.  “Open your legs wider!”

Obediently, she spread  her  legs  wider,  gaping  her  fig.
“You’re not going to whip my pussy!” she cried.

“I  should,  to  teach  you a lesson, but I have other plans
for you. Reach back between your legs with your hand.” I  watched
her  hand  pop  out  between  her  parted  legs.  I bent my knees
slightly and eased my cock into her waiting fingers.  She grasped
me tightly, then stroked the tumescent pole.

“I love your cock,” she husked.

“Put it in your cunt,” I demanded.  It was  the  first  time
she had ever heard me refer to her sex in such vulgar terms.

“I’d like for you to do my ass,” she begged.

“I  intend  to.   I need your pussy for lubrication.  Put it
in!” Alyse pulled the phallus toward her gaping pussy, centered it
beneath her vagina, then helped me ease it into  her.   Her  hole
was as hot as I’d ever known it!

“Oh,  Thomas,  that  feels  nice!  I want you deep inside me,
baby.  All the way in!” I shoved myself all the way  inside  her,
to  the hilt, pressing my pubic hairs against hers, allowing them
to mingle.

“Oh, Thomas, that feels nice!  I want  you  deep  inside  me,
baby.   All  the way in!” I shoved myself all the way inside her,
to the hilt, pressing my pubic hairs against hers, allowing  them
to  mingle  with hers, working my pubic bone against her clitoral
area.  She pushed her sex against me,  straining  to  arouse  her
clit.   I pumped her, slowly at first, then increased the rhythm,
then decreased it.  Sometimes I shoved it deep inside and held it
there while she bucked her vagina up and down on it, while  other
times  I  rode  the  crest of her undulating hips as we fucked in
unison.

The weekend had changed Alyse.  She was  no  longer  reticent
about  saying  what she wanted or doing things she probably would
not have dreamed of doing only a few weeks ago.  Our relationship
had changed also.  I knew now that she would find  nothing  wrong
with my making love to some other girl in front of her, nor would
I  find fault if she wanted to screw my best friend. We both knew
we would always come back to each other.  As I fucked her, I felt
a closeness that I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“Are you going to fuck my ass, or  not?”  she  said  with  a
slight laugh, but I knew she wasn’t kidding.

“What’s   your   hurry?   You  feel  great  right  here!”  I
exclaimed, stuffing her box once more, knowing  that  my  teasing
her would make her want me in her other opening all the more.

“You  promised,  Thomas,”  she husked as her breathing became
conspicuously heavier.  She was almost begging.

“Reach back and open yourself up for me,”  I  ordered,  then
watched  her  hands  move  to her lower ass cheeks and obediently
pry the two halves apart, exposing the crinkled ‘O’ to my leering
eyes.

“More,” I insisted.  “The wider you spread, the better  I’ll
make you feel.”

She  felt  no  inhibitions  whatsoever  about showing me her
most private of areas.  She seemed  eager  to  put  her  anus  on
display,  and did she ever! Using primarily the middle fingers of
each hand, she pressed into either side of the rosebud and spread
the petals apart.  “Like this?” she asked.

“That’s nice, Alyse.  I like that.  I’ve never  seen  you  so
open.”

“I’m  opening  it  for  your  cock,  Thomas.  Your beautiful,
beautiful cock. It’s hungry for you inside there.  Please put  it
in. Please!”

I  withdrew my glistening manhood from Alyse’s steaming pussy
while she continued to expose my next target.  I moved  the  head
of  my  cock between the widely opened ass cheeks and touched the
splayed anus with the cockhead.  “AHHH!” cried Alyse at the  first
touch of my member there.

“It seems awful tight,” I said.

“I  can  take it.  I don’t care if it hurts.  Just put it in
slowly. Oh, yes….slowly….AHHHH!  I can feel it  going  inside
me, Thomas!” I began taking her asshole, millimeter by millimeter.
“UH!  It hurts just a little!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!   Please!” she cried simultaneously with a loud breath.
“Just keep easing it like you are.  OH!   It  feels  so  big,  so
fucking big!”

I  watched  the  cockhead  slowly  move  into  the expanding
sphincter, while Alyse moaned and  groaned.   She  kept  her  hips
quite  still, making me do all the work.  Finally, I saw the head
become completely swallowed by the tight anal mouth.   “The  head
is in!” I triumphantly exclaimed.

“Oh,  shit,  does that feel good!  Even the pain feels good,
Thomas.  It hurts so nice!  How does it feel to you, baby?”

“Tight, tight,  tight!”  I  continued  my  upward  pressure,
feeling  the  anus tighten its grip on me as my shaft inched into
the sensational opening.  Alyse  was  beside  herself  once  more,
making  those  purely animalistic sounds I had come to learn were
the precursors of a building orgasm.  I was half-way in now,  and
she was moaning softly, from deep within her throat.

The   remaining   part  of  the  journey  deep  into  Alyse’s
soft-tissued rectum was a piece  of  cake.   With  the  sphincter
relaxing   with   each   passing  moment,  the  path  yielded  no
resistance.  Still, she did not move, allowing me the pleasure of
filling  her  completely  before  doing  anything  herself.   The
excursion  into  her  ass was pure ecstasy!  Before I knew it, my
pubic hairs were pressing flat against her anal region.

“It’s in all  the  way,  Alyse,”  I  said  with  a  sound  of
satisfaction in my tone.

“I  can’t  tell you how fucking good it feels.  Oh, baby!  I
never knew it could be like this!”

I felt her anus contract once or  twice  around  the  shaft.
“Mmm, I like that,” I whispered.

“Thomas,  I  want  to  try  something.  Do you know how I can
sort of milk your cock with my pussy?   You  know,  squeezing  it
while you’re inside me?”

“Yes.”

“I  want  to  try  it  with my ass.  It might even be easier
because I can squeeze you tighter with my anus.”

Who was I to argue with such logic.  “What do  you  want  me
to do?” I asked.

“Nothing.   Absolutely nothing.  I am going to do it all for
you.” She let go of the cheeks she had  been  spreading,  letting
the   soft  flesh  encompass  my  ensconced  prick.   “Just  stay
perfectly still and enjoy.”

An enjoy I did!  During the next five or ten  minutes,  Alyse
treated  me  to  the  most  fantastic sex I had ever known!  As I
remained unmoving, she started to work her impaled  ass  over  my
cock,  up and down, from side to side, back and forth, in a slow,
sexy circular pattern, all the while expanding the rubbery portal
which had now accommodated my phallus.  Then she did something no
woman had ever done to me–she worked the shaft all the way  into
her hot rectum and, once she had done that, began contracting the
anal muscle upon it with ever tightening grips.

To  make matters ever better, she began contracting her anus
like that in sensual movements all the way up the shaft, using an
upward shifting of her hips to kind of draw me into her slightly,
and then milking the sword with her contractions.  It was like  a
blow  job  with  her  asshole!   The sensations, as she moved her
tightening   anus   upward,   were,    to    put    it    mildly,
unfuckingbelievable!

I  had  thought  she had done everything to me that could be
done until she found my cockhead  with  her  anus.   The  milking
stopped and the nibbling began!  She worked the elastic hole over
the  head  with such perfect control I might have thought she was
using her lips instead of her asshole.   Little  by  little,  her
efforts began to throw me into a tizzy.

“I’m going to come, Alyse!” I shouted.

“Okay,  baby!   I’ll  help you.  Let it happen!  Come inside
my ass!  I want to feel it inside me!”

She   worked   her   nibbling   asshole   around   me    and
simultaneously  began  to  slowly piston herself upon my engorged
cock,  moving  up  and  down  over  the  imbedded  member   while
tightening and loosening her sphincter.  That did it! With a loud
“AHHHHHH!”  I  exploded  into  her  in  jet  after  jet of sweet,
glorious cum as I coated the soft  rectal  tissues  with  my  hot
sperm.

We  both  fell  onto  the  sofa,  on our sides, with my cock
still in her ass.  Every once in a while, as I slowly  came  down
from  the  greatest  sexual  high  I  had  ever known, Alyse would
tighten her  sphincter  around  my  deflating  member,  a  gentle
reminder  of  what  she had just done to me.  I embraced her like
that, in spoon fashion, for a long  time,  in  silence,  planting
soft  kisses  on her neck as I cupped her right breast in my hand
and gently kneaded the pliant flesh.

Like the other night, my cock sort of  plopped  out  of  her
ass  from  sheer exhaustion.  It was a signal for her to turn her
body all the way around until we were  facing  each  other.   She
plastered  the  front of her warm body against mine, throwing her
arms around my back and squeezing me tightly.

I looked into her expressive, puppy-dog  eyes.   She  didn’t
have  to  tell me how much she had enjoyed our last scene; it was
written all over her face.  With the fingertips of my right hand,
I smoothed away some hair from her brow.  “You’re  fantastic,”  I
whispered.

Alyse  smiled.   “I’m  still tingling inside my ass.  Even my
pussy remembers you,” she laughed.

“I hope so,” I smiled.

“You can do anything you want to me, Thomas.  Anything.   Any
time  you  want.   My  ass, my pussy, my mouth–they’re yours.” I
felt her breasts flattened against my chest.  She  began  lightly
scratching the back of my neck with her fingernails, then pressed
her pubis into mine, entwining our hairs there.

“And  you  can  do anything you want to me, Alyse.  You don’t
have to ask. If you feel like doing it, anywhere, just do it.”

“Won’t the supermarket manager get upset?” she laughed.

“Only because he’s not getting any!”

“Mmm,” she said with a bright, sexy smile, “Maybe I’ll  have
to give him some!”

I laughed.  “As long as I get mine first.”

“And  last…”  she  whispered, moving her soft lips to mine
and kissing me with a warm, gentle, passion that belied her  more
aggressive sexuality, but gave evidence of her love for me.

It was a weekend we would never forget.