An Anointed Shaft

The religious ceremony of our embrace is sacred. At times she takes a submissive knee and lets free a plaintive pule of pleasure.

When we first started talking about anal sex, she surprised me with her willingness to to one day try it.

She always said it would be after we exchanged rings and vows.

Unbeknownst to my dirty personal slut, only such an affectionate nickname in the naked clutches of my dominant hands, we would become such hardcore stars of our own fantasy world that waiting indefinitely for marriage would prove impossible.

The first time she was anally rammed by my deeply planted, cut cock, she was facedown, biting the clean and still warm sheets. I remember the nearly painful granite like hardness sticking outward from me as we first placed the fitted sheet and then the rest.

She laid a soft green towel down, in my memory of things.

If only I could guarantee a pussy squirting baptism of my cylindrical cock...

But she's laying down, this first time we experiment new delights. Her manicured hands reach behind and spread her ass cheeks to either wall. The revealed--and tightly sealed--tasty anal alcove winks at me, having just heard her demand to be spit on and rammed deep until her first anal orgasm induces a seizure-like writhing of immeasurable raunchy ecstasy.

This first time, following her tightly gripped mounds of curved brown ass, pulling them apart, as I slide into her, already wondering if she'll blow me to heaven; or, maybe she'll want to learn the sensation of an all day long slow leaking anal cream pie.

It was funny when she, earlier in the shower when I was cleaning her with my sudsy index finger, made clear that she wants an anal creaming. This raised Christian mother, this surprising babe, this brilliant mind--she's handed over the keys to the last room in her body's temple.

Before I slide to the deepest ring of this new sheath, I obviously please my deepest desires and substitute her craving for a good fuck with my eating and slurping and licking her fleshy compact asshole. I rim until she wants to satisfy another procreant, libidinous urge.

She's so warm: this, I remember.

Having just showered, as clean as she came into the world. My newborn wanton hussy. My own personal hussy. I'm her own slut, too, and she reminds me she really must soon peg my own ass. I reply in a wild stutter my endorsement for such an enterprise.

She is my Church. My cathedral of pleasure. As I'm kneeling in a hardcore prayer pose, the open hymnal replaced by an extension of me, pink and smooth, she demands to be split wide. I command her to duplicate me and tell me where she'll take the additional cock--in hand and mouth, in pussy and double stuffed in ass.

She is most surprised by the absence of pain. Yes-intense ecstasy flames goosebumps to life.

I interrupt and ask if she wants me to fit a condom.

Why? She barely manages, breathless.

"I want to fuck you in your dirty little butt," that's why. "But I must cum in your throat. I must. I want you to feel it drip past tour tonsils and hear you clear your throat later, your pharynx receiving a slow dripping swallowed seed."

"No condoms! Shut up! Just fuck me! Harder! Harder! Don't stop! Amor, cogéme duro. DURO, amor! Más! Nunca pares."

I amaze myself at my ability to edge this first time inside her ass. All my life I've yearned for three things in a sexual fantasy: 1- an equally dirty and not shy about it partner who talks the talk as much as walks the walk 2- a partner I can share my desire to be pegged with, and to know I will be pegged by her 3- a partner I can vaginally stuff a massive curving dildo into as I slam her into anally, praying for ass to mouth.

"Si me quieres follar, fóllame duro," she says now, her spread asshole pressed against my lower abdomen, my half-foot appendage laid down in her bottom.

Before thrusts--before any movement--I remind her I'm in boss--I'm in control and tonight she's my little slut.

But I promise I want her to also know this powerful feeling that currently and completely absorbs me.

Never having mentioned ass to mouth, and always placing the fantasy on the scales, asking myself if I really want it or just like to imagine it, she stutters a surprising "querido, quiero metértela, pero primero te quiero chupar--dámela" with a sudden flipping over to her back and crawling to suck my proffered cock. I nearly cum at the mere thought of A2M and secure first a promise that if I fill her throat with a voluminous pearly oily substance, she will permit round two before sleep.

She loses her ability to talk back as she's already on my newly promoted cock, her parted, plump, warm and pink lips, receiving a deepening shaft. She nods, causing my rigid staff to bounce down and then up. Gagging tears stream down her cheeks, past the dazzling three-freckled constellation on her left cheek.

I can't stand it.

I bite her nipples.

Ouch. But a smile. And discharge of pre-cum on my end. I beg the heavens the ability to endure tonight.

I place the tightened down nipple clamps beside us, one by one, on her engorged treats atop her paired perfect perky breasts. "Feed me, feed me" I say as I suck-slurp-bite and pinch." She smacks my ass and it smarts me some.

Close or distant, I know how she smells.

Near or far I know too her taste.

I'm an expert in predicting what she likes.

And I give it to her. Always.

But tonight, this first time I slid into her ass, recorded on our carefully placed camera for future enjoyment, she not only came and not only squirted (thank you God for these juices) but she went beyond and also swallowed a large deposit of me, too. Ass to mouth being a fantasy I've never brought up--just as I've never been in another's ass and until now felt it an unrealistic fantasy, has stirred the deepest regions of me.

Before we fall asleep, my exploring hands massaging her ass, and my filthy language turned off, I contemplate and then share with her the immeasurable joy she gives me sexually, but feel compelled to, in this post-orgasm fugue, recite the countless indexed reasons I love her. She dozed off to a long recitation.

The magical porn we create is really just an extended metaphor of our ability to have it all. The laughter and the dripping-all-day-at-work-from-her-ass. The thoughtful conversation and the swallowed spilled cock milk. She has and gives it all.