by Nikki Sex
Renata cries out, arches and bucks with pleasure.
“Ah, God,” she rasps.
The whole time I've been focused on her ass, I’ve also been fingering the folds of her sex with my right hand. I shove two fingers back into her, trying to give both of her holes the attention they deserve.
Her inner core pulses around me. What I’m doing seems to be setting off small pelvic contractions. Are they mini-orgasms?
Panting breathlessly, she moans and thrashes. She’s at my mercy—the way I like best. I hold her down, but continue working her sensitive rim. Stroking, swirling, licking and5 prodding, I love her nasty, dark hole.
I wet her everywhere, breathing hot puffs of warm air against her. Responsive to everything, she gives soft sighs of pleasure. When I pull back, I jump right on to her next strikes.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her back passage clenches. “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,” I growl.
Lost to sensation, she moans. Her features are a grimace of excruciating bliss. Mostly her eyes stay shut tight. It’s as though she’s experiencing too much pleasure to keep them open.
I don’t mind.
But I’m going to make her watch when I finally get around to taking her sweet ass.
It’s time for the butt plug, but I don’t want to taste lube, and I’m not done tongue-fucking her dark, enticing little hole. From time to time I bite her, not hard, and not to hurt her—just because. I spread her with my fingers and probe her ass with my tongue some more.
With the other hand I continue to play and finger fuck her between her legs.
Curious, I begin finger fucking her ass. With all the saliva I have up there, they slide in and out easily. Now I have two fingers pistoning in her cunt and two sensually assaulting her anus.
“My fingers are up your ass, darlin’,” I murmur. “They’re up your cunt, as well.”
Renata moans and thrashes. She loves this.
Filling two out of three holes isn’t bad. My dirty mind is caught with vivid imagery. How can I fuck all of her holes at the same time? My ‘soldier solve it’ brain knows I can do it.
But this is a problem for another day.
“I think you’re going to come, aren’t you?” I purr, taking my eyes off her backside to watch her flushed and contorted face in the mirror. I can see her pulse rapidly beating in her throat.
Using my thumb, I strum her clit as she grinds against my fingers. “Give it to me, give it up,” I command her. “Come. Come for me, now.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” she gasps as her hips thrust against my thighs. Suddenly, the muscles of her swollen, needy core clamp down, hard. So does her asshole.
Renata screams.
Loudly.
Oh man, she sure as hell hit another peak there. She floods my hand with arousal, while her anus locks down tight, compressing like a vice.
Christ. I’m pressed so far inside of her ass. My poor fingers! I think she may break a bone. I imagine that same crushing pressure strangling my cock. It’s so damn hot I almost lose my load, but somehow I manage not to.
I’m not going to come until I’m inside her, stretching her tight hole as far and as deep as I can.
Wiping both hands on the towel, I run my palms over her buttocks in circles, massaging and squeezing, allowing her time to recover from yet another intense orgasm.
After a while I can’t resist. I’m making a meal of this woman tonight. I spread her butt cheeks apart and go back to licking her mesmerizing dark hole, lick, lick, lick—I can’t get enough, yet my work here is done.
Renata is more than ready for me.
I’m ready, too. I ache with savage need. I keep imagining how it’ll feel to push the head of my cock past her taut rim. To thrust inside and be deep within the tight, heated depths of her ass as she climaxes.
I turn to glance at the objects I’ve left on the bed beside me and smile. It’s time to use this compelling butt plug—with generous amounts of lube, of course. I’m going to complete her spanking while that butt plug is inside of her.
I wonder how that will feel?
Chapter 71.
“I will sodomize you and face-fuck you.”
― Gaius Valerius Catullus 84 B.C. (Roman poet born over 2000 years ago. His surviving works are still widely read and continue to influence poetry and other forms of art.)
~~~
Grant Wilkinson
Shoving the well-lubed glass toy inside, I slowly breach her tight puckered ring.
“You like that?”
“Mmm,” Renata hums.
Watching intently, once more I move it all the way in, then pull it almost all the way out. In, out, in, out. Sighing, she shifts, whimpers and moans. I adore the sounds she makes as I fuck her ass with this clever butt plug.
“It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, awed.
“Feels good, too,” she murmurs in a husky whisper.
I read that a butt plug is supposed to stimulate anal nerve endings. This one is hourglass shaped; the round bubbles make her hole ripple during penetration. It must create entire waves of sensation as I thrust it in and out.
I leave it seated all the way in, and look at our reflection in the mirror.
Renata intently watches me.
I smile at her. “The way you suck this toy right inside, it’s like your body is hungry for something else—something bigger there.”
“Tell me about it,” she says, a note of desperation in her voice. “I want you there. Hurry up and finish my birthday spanking already. I want to see the expression on your face when you push your thick cock into my ass for the first time.”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I react as fast as lightening to her words. This time my hand lands directly on the butt plug, making Renata gasp from the sensation of it.
“Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one,” I growl. “Two more and you’re done.”
As shock waves visibly roll through her body, her features screw up. Unsure if I hurt her or pleased her, I soothe her reddened flesh with one palm. With the other, I move between her legs, gently stroking, parting her folds, teasing and circling her clit.
“Yes, yes,” she moans. She’s getting louder. Oh, yeah, I’ve definitely pleased her.
“Are you close again?” I ask, stunned.
“If you keep doing what you’re doing, I will be,” she gasps breathlessly, still recovering from those last few spanks.
I’m hanging on by a thread to my own control. Usually, this isn’t such a struggle. Self-control is what I do best, but not right now. I’m afraid I’ll detonate the moment the head of my cock presses against her asshole.
The vivid imagery of touching her there, of shoving myself inside of her tight heat, makes me shut my eyes with a wave of raw lust.
“I don’t want you to come yet,” I tell her, forcing myself to speak in a low, slow drawl. “I need you smoking hot for it—hot and needy when I butt fuck you, hard and fast. I want you to climax before me, so I can feel you squeeze my dick while I’m deep inside your ass.”
“God, Grant, I love the things you say,” she rasps.
Slap! Slap!
“Twenty-two, twenty-three,” I shout in triumph, admiring the pink handprints on her backside.
In a blinding hurry, I scoop her up into my arms and lay her face-down on the bed, her head toward the mirror.
“Get up on all fours, darlin’, we’re doing this doggie style.”
She moves to all fours. Turning her head toward me, she grins. “Like this?”
I shake my head. “No, I want that ass in the air. Rest on your forearms.”
I make a strangled sound when she props up into the perfect position. At the sight of her gorgeous butt perched up high and ready for me, my throbbing cock twitches.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, making her smile.
“Well, I can see you like me,” she teases, pointedly gazing at my groin. “You like me a lot.”
> I grin. It amuses me when I see how attentively her appreciative eyes are drawn to my cock. I stroke myself, running my hand up and down my length, pumping to ease the ache. I’m so hard and engorged with blood, it’s a wonder my brain can function.
Crawling onto the bed behind her, I begin to position myself. Her bottom’s up too high to penetrate her easily. I tell her so, nudging her legs apart until my cock is at the perfect height to take her.
I grab the lube and coat my dick with my left hand, putting lube in and around her asshole, as well.
Renata stares with rapt attention in the mirror, not missing a thing.
"Tell me what you want, horny birthday girl," I ask, stroking her soft hips, her back and her perfectly rounded buttocks. “Tell me exactly.”
“I want you to shove your big, thick cock right up my ass, Grant,” she says without hesitation. “I want to look in your eyes in the mirror as you do. Then I want to see you fuck me hard until I come, screaming. Finally, I need you to pump every drop of your cum inside of me. I want you to fill me with so much cum it’ll be dripping out of my ass for a week.”
The picture she paints blows my mind.
I chuckle, even though there is nothing funny about her cock-hardening pillow talk. It’s sexy, hot as fuck, climax making—but funny? No. And yet, here I am laughing. Maybe it isn’t amusement I feel, but euphoria… and joy.
Not to mention raw, savage lust.
Her head tilts, there’s curiosity and a questioning look in her expression, but she isn’t upset. I’m glad I never seem to offend her.
“You bold and nasty girl,” I exclaim. “I love how you don’t hold back. You say exactly what you mean. You’re so courageous, open and honest. If you ever were a mouse, I never saw it. When I grow up, I want to be just like you.”
Renata snorts and huffs a happy laugh.
Tense with need, I position myself and prod her tight hole with the blunt head of my cock. This grabs her attention, she sobers instantly.
Fuck, I really want in.
I intend to play with her clit to make sure she enjoys this. It’s all a devious plot on my part—if she likes it, she’ll let me do this again.
“Are you still ready for me?” I murmur, putting the momentous occasion off for a moment. My breath is shallow and rapid, my body is tightly coiled with unbearable anticipation.
“Oh, yes,” she assures me.
“Good.” I swallow hard and take a deep breath. “You have no idea how much I want this.”
Her brows arch. “I think I do.”
I smile and spread her buttocks, sighing with pleasure at the sight of her small puckered hole. I grip her hips. Her spanked ass radiates a blaze of heat against my thighs. I can’t help but smile as I see my handprints on her gorgeous backside.
I did that, and she loved it.
It’s almost a primal, caveman thing—this in-charge alpha male reaction. I feel as though I’ve branded what’s mine. Later, we’ll both enjoy it when I mark her up again.
I don’t think there is any doubt at all. Renata loves a spanking.
Nerves, excitement and anticipation burn through my veins. After years of wanting to commit sodomy and hating myself for it; after thinking I’m a pervert and a monster like my father; after finally coming to terms with my desires, I’m finally going to live my fantasy.
I couldn’t do this with anyone else.
I can be who I am with Renata. She sees me, she knows me.
But most of all, she accepts and loves me, exactly as I am.
Chapter 72.
“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.”
― Brené Brown
~~~
Grant Wilkinson
Slowly and carefully, I use my left hand to guide my dick to the exact spot I intend to penetrate. Holding my shaft steady, I begin to push slightly, prodding against her opening as I did with the butt plug.
She doesn’t tense, but her ring is so tight. I feel it the moment she loosens.
“That’s right, open up for me, darlin’.” My voice is guttural. “Let me in.”
“You feel so good,” she murmurs.
“So do you.”
I let my weight fall forward so the head of my dick breaches her rim, the area with the most resistance. She opens slowly, like a flower. With wary control, I gradually edge deeper. When her muscle releases further, I slide part of the way in.
I give a grunt of pure, animal pleasure. “There you go.”
That was the hard part. Now I can relax into delicious sensation, slowly, slowly, shoving inside, inch by inch.
Fuck, she’s so damn hot and tight!
Sucking in a deep breath, I try to steady my racing pulse and slow my ragged breathing. Suddenly remembering it’s there, I glance toward the mirror.
Renata’s eyes are focused on me. She licks her lips as I slide a bit deeper. I’m stretching her wider than the plug did, but I’m not all the way in yet.
“You OK?” I rasp.
“Very OK,” she breathes.
“How does it feel?”
“You mean how does it feel to have your massive cock slowly being shoved up my backside?” She chuckles. “My ass burns, inside and out—it’s hot as hell,” she pants breathlessly.
“I like the sound of that. What else?”
Her blue eyes smolder, they lock on mine. “I love seeing lust and concentration on your face… fuck, this is such a huge turn on.”
“For me, too.” I push in a bit more, a little worried I’ll hurt her. She’s incredibly tight, but I’m almost there.
Renata gasps, her eyes narrow with concentration as her body accepts me. “I know how much you want this. I feel so full. So sexy and needed. You’re really big, Grant, but fuck! I want you all the way in.”
“Your wish, my command,” I tease, but my voice is too gruff to sound like a joke.
My smile is tight as I fight for control. I keep shoving myself inside until I finally feel my balls press firmly against the dripping, heated lips of her sex.
“Fuck, this feels so damned good,” I growl, staggered by white hot pleasure. Her asshole completely surrounds the thick girth of my erection. “I’m all the way in.”
“Mmm.”
I pause and take a breath, closing my eyes to gather myself before daring to move. Intense satisfaction fills me, until she clenches her butt. This unexpected tight pulse pressing down on my shaft almost makes me release.
“Christ, Renata,” I call out, my eyes fly to hers in the mirror.
“Sorry,” she says, breathlessly, her expression dazed with pleasure. “I’m so full, stretched so damn wide. I almost climaxed.”
“Fuck that was intense. Don’t stop yourself next time. Do you like the feel of me deep in your ass?”
“Yes!”
“I like it, too.”
There’s an understatement. I’m so hot to drop my load in her, I’m afraid I’ll climax the moment I move.
With my right hand, I trail my palm down her flank, until I cup her swollen feminine mound. I’m surprised when my hand touches hers. Her fingers are deep in her pussy. Straightening, I withdraw, lifting my head to meet her gaze.
“I’ll play with myself and make myself come, sweetheart,” she says. “You just enjoy what you’re doing. Just knowing you’ve always wanted this, and that it’s your first time? Well, let’s just say it won’t take much. Do you want me to come?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Right now I devote every bit of energy and focus I can muster, on not releasing until after she comes.
“Like, now?”
“Yes,” It’s all I can say.
Her eyes light with surprise as she stares at me in the mirror. “You look as though you’re going to lose control,” she laughs. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
I nod.
/> “I love having you inside me. I’m yours, Grant—body, heart, mind and soul—and so is my ass you’re so keen on. So take it—it’s yours! Fuck me, Grant. Fuck my ass and make me come.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as her dirty plea drives me past the point of no return. “The way your ass grabs and holds on so tight to my cock—” I grit my teeth. “Christ, it feels incredible,” I manage to choke out. “I don’t want it to end.”
“When we finish, let’s do it again,” she pants.
My smile is more like a grimace. “Good. I’m going to fuck you now. You’re so damn tight and hot, I won’t last long.”
Gripping her hips and buttocks, I move and begin to settle into it. I keep up a slow, measured pace, driving into her steadily. Her breasts hang low, bouncing with every thrust, her nipples—taut and distended, brush up against the sheets.
I stare at her ass and I stare at the mirror, watching as my thick cock slides in and out of her. She’s flushed and moaning. I watch, fascinated, as her fingers move feverishly between her legs.
“Yes, oh yes,” she calls out, pushing backwards. In sync with my rhythm, she’s riding me. Grinding herself onto my dick.
Urgent and close, I pound into her faster and faster. My hips slam into her ass with punishing blows, while my balls strike the swollen lips of her soaking sex. The rapid slapping sound echoes rhythmically, adding to the whimpers and moans Renata makes with each thrust.
Sounds like she’s getting a second birthday spanking.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes, yes,” she chants.
My thighs tremble with effort, I grunt with every stroke. Nothing has ever felt this good.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m so deep,” I murmur, my voice edged with strain as my hips grind against her.
She makes no reply except the loud, desperate noises of imminent release. Her head keeps lowering from the effort of holding it up, I can’t see her face. But I want to watch when she comes.
Then I smile, because I have an idea.