12 October 2005

Stream of Sexual Consciousness: Day Five


He: I look at the curve of your pale ass, the slit between your bound legs compressed and peaking out from between strands of wet, pungent hair. I glance again at the stranger who is now three-fingers deep into her own ecstasy. 'Forbidden fruit,' I think... 'forbidden fruit..." My cock, rock hard again, finds its own way into my hand. I grasp it and plunge it into the obscenely exposed puckered hole of your heaving ass. You stiffen as if electrocuted and then scream...


She: "Jesus fucking Christ!"

"It's ok baby, relax... that's right," you purr as you began to slowly withdraw your stiff cock from the vice grip of my ass. I relax my muscles as a tear runs down my cheek. Just as it seems you’re about to withdraw completely, you squeeze the flesh of my ass and plunge your cock in deeper. You feel the muscles of my anus spasm, drawing your cock down into my forbidden depths. My pathetic sobs turn into guttural moans and I dig my fingers into your arm. You push my hair away and began biting my neck hungrily, breathing words of consolation into my ears. Your body envelops me as you slowly drive your cock into me, each stroke drawing you away from your immediate surroundings into the most private aspect of my being. Relentlessly, my ass milks you cock and you want to surrender, to explode inside me... but desperately hang on, unwilling to have it end...

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