Cookies and Milk Ch. 06

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Warning: This is a story about anal sex between an experienced woman and a younger teen male. It contains side references to bisexual and homosexual situations. If that is not your cup of tea, please consider an alternate story.

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I was having such a lovely dream.

First, I had been the head of a parade, a big holiday parade. Then, without explanation, all the parade members changed costumes. Generally, there was... not too much clothing in these new costumes, and the clothing that was there was... well. It didn't cover their sex. Certainly not for the boys. And the parade was almost all boys. In fact, there weren't any other girls there at all.

Then I gradually realized that I was naked, too, just like most of them, the boys. I was happy, naked, pleased with the sexiness of my body, my full titties, my naked cunnie, as I led the parade.

Some of the half-naked parade boys began to suck on nearby cocks. I watched eagerly at this display of male-on-male sexuality, and I was getting turned on.

And then, the parade was somehow finished and I was flying over the scene, like Superman, you know, no hands, no effort and no flapping wings. Just powering over those mostly-naked, cock-sucking parade members.

I turned my head to find Max flying over me, just above me. And he... he was naked too, with his giant boner piercing the wind just under his taut belly.

I giggled at the fun of the two of us flying in formation, above the cock-sucking boys, all the parade members.

He was reaching down to pinch my nipples, and I yawed, twisting to the right and left to give him more access to my aroused titties. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

He somehow flew even closer, and I could now feel his boner, tapping at my buttocks, and then between my legs, my cheeks, probing.

It felt so good. I could tell, because my cunnie was all creamy and goey and....

And then,,, my butt... began to stretch. Unbearably. Painfully.

And I woke up.

What the fuck?

"Max?"

"Oh god," he said, "You are so hot. Fucking hot. Laying there, I... i wanted to just go on and on."

"Take your dick out of my ass," I said. "You didn't get permission to fuck me."

"What? What do you mean? Permission? Do I have to get a note from the teacher to fuck, now? I mean... you were groaning in pleasure and rubbing your butt on my dick."

I rolled to face him, fully disengaging that fat, marvellous dick from my body.

"Maxie. You know I enjoy what we do together. But, I was asleep. It's not cool to fuck someone who is asleep."

He looked at me, his face falling with guilt and disappointment.

"It isn't?"

"No. It's almost like a kind of rape."

He looked at me like I had slapped him.

"But you were so into it. I mean, the groans and the... rubbing. And you grabbed my cock and you... you were pulling on it. I thought... I thought you wanted it."

"Oh, Max. I am so sorry. I was asleep. And I was having a very sexy dream. And... and you were in the dream, too."

"So, you were... kind of giving me permission?"

"People who are asleep aren't really able to think rationally about their... um... actions. So, I apologize for what my sleeping self did to you, but... I didn't say it was OK for you to start fucking my ass."

I picked up his now semi-turgid prick. "Particularly a fucking telephone pole like you have."

I could see he was happy I was fondling his cock again, but still unhappy that we were not proceeding to butt sex.

I knew his secret: this boy had a... hankering... for butt sex. Maybe more than a hankering. Maybe it was moving into a fetish. Or maybe it was his single-most, major sexual desire.

"I was dreaming, Max. And. It was a very hot dream. But it was just a dream. And...." I wondered if I should share this, but then said to myself, what the hell. "I mean, there were other parts of the dream. Do you want to know about that?"

He looked at me across the short distance between us. "I guess?"

"There was a parade of boys. Naked. And they were very hot. Sexy. And, suddenly, they were mostly naked. So the boys started sucking each other's cocks. And then you were flying with me, above me. And we... we were having sex in the air, while flying." I looked him in the eyes, and then I... involuntarily,... licked my lips.

After a few seconds digesting my words, he said, "Wow, you dreamed about... having your own parade of boys... like a harem of boys? And, they were sucking each other's cocks? Hmmm. That is so gay."

His voice was flat, unemotional. It was almost as if he had to say the words because it was expected of him, but that he, personally, didn't have any issue with male cocksuckers.

He didn't cringe or revile at my shared homosexual imagery. Perhaps he had thought about gay sex? Maybe he had a secondary attraction to men? Was he maybe slightly bisexual?

Is that why I found him to be so fucking hot? Because he was attractive to both sexes, and attracted by both sexes? Kind of like "O" type blood... a universal donor?

Then I shook myself. Where the fuck did all those overly-analytical thoughts come from? Jeez.

He continued, smiling broadly at me, "A fucking parade? Of boys? Just for you? You... are greedy." He reached out to tweak my nipple.

I refocused on the boy, returned his smile. "I like boys. A lot. And I like you, too. Anyway, it was a dream. Not reality. And so... it wasn't right for you to... take advantage of me... try to have butt sex without getting my agreement. "

"Oh," he said. I could see the gears turning in his mind. "Sorry. I... Well. I know better now, I guess." He stopped, and I could tell he was making up his mind about something. "Um... now that you are awake, um.... do you want to do... you know?"

I smiled at him, "You mean, butt sex?"

He nodded and his eyes smiled eagerly at me. I could see his boner begin to pulse as blood filled it again.

"Max, how long have you wanted to do butt sex? I mean, when did you learn about it?"

"I dunno," he replied. Again, the universal teen prevarication. Then he continued without more prompting. "Maybe a long time. But maybe I have just wanted to have... sex. All kinds of sex. Including butt sex. For a long time."

"And you... um... had sex for the first time... with Sarah... what's her name?"

"Evans. Sarah Evans." He stopped, regrouping his thoughts. "Yeah. First time. Um. I didn't want to say in front of Joshie. Cuz he thinks it is gay. Gay. Gay. But. Sarah... she did. It."

"Sex in the butt? Josh thinks that's gay?"

I was surprised: Josh is the boy who learned to like a finger up his ass, and to have his finger up... well, up a girl's ass.

"Josh thinks it's gay to have... a dick up the ass," he clarified.

I was thinking: maybe Josh needed some more... ahem... teaching in the arts of love-making? To avoid confusing the concept of anal sex with the concept of gay sex?

"Oh," I said. "Sorry I interrupted."

"Yeah. Well. So, with Sarah. Fuck I wanted it. Bad. And, she was like, OK. Then, it was... bad. She fussed and grunted and I only got in about an inch and then I came so fast. And... and... she never did it again." His eyes were downcast, disappointed, guilty. Fearful.

"Oh Maxie. I'm so sorry," I said to him.

Then, I said to myself, sotto voce, "Fuck me." The truth was out. The truth about his greatest desire. And greatest failure. Butt sex.

He heard it. "What? Really?" he asked. His eyes glowed with lust and eagerness, and his prick pulsed. Shit, I better be careful, or he was going to jam that fucking telephone pole right in my ass right now.

"That's not what I meant," I said. "I just meant, um, wow. Because your story... is wow. Wild. Sad, too."

His face was starting to get sad, dark, with more emotion welling up.

Jeezus. I was becoming incoherent in communicating with this teen boy. On a very sensitive topic, too. Get ahold of yourself, I said to myself. Get in control.

"Max, I will help you. With butt sex. OK?"

"Really?" The smile was suddenly 1000 watts strong.

"Yes," I said. "But, it might be quite a bit different than you think. Not so much slam, bam, pound, and ram."

I continued, "Butt sex should be more... like... I dunno... fine art? Gentle. Loving. Trusting. Slow. Gradual. Otherwise, it can be hurtful. Dangerous."

"Oh," he said, his face confused. This level of... complication... was new to him. Surprising.

"Particularly if you are... XXL," I said. I wanted to tap his penis. I wanted to put it in my mouth. I stared at it, lusting.

This boy was hot. And if anyone with an XXL was going to get their pole into my butt... I think it might be him. Maybe he was trainable. Maybe I had enough... sway... over him. That we could do it, safely, pleasurably. Instead of what he had learned watching porn.

He was thinking, totally inwardly focused.

My stomach rumbled. What time was it? I looked at my clock. Seven. Well past suppertime.

"I'm hungry, Max, and we didn't get to make any food or cookies or cakes or anything," I said.

"Yeah, Josh said you always made food."

I stood up from the bed. I couldn't resist him. I leaned over and sucked the end of his fat, delicious penis as he lay there. Two hard sucks, slurping in his still-flexible, not yet hard length.

"I love your dick," I said, then went to the ensuite to pee.

He followed me into the bathroom, his chub swaying as he walked. Fuck this was a beautiful boy.

"What should we eat?" I asked.

"Um," he got an impish smile on his face, "I think... maybe I should eat your... cunt." He said the c-word with decisiveness, intensity.

"And then?" I asked.

He was momentarily confused. "Your butt?" he answered, not nearly so decisive.

"Maybe," I said. "But right now, I am thinking we should have... I dunno. Fish and chips?"

"Oh... right," he said. Then, he grinned. "And then.... after that... I should eat you."

"Yeah, something like that," I said, smiling.

We dressed and left the flat in search of a nearby chippy. He held my hand along the way.

--/--

After supper, Max's whole body language was spritely, skippity, hoppity, as we returned. He was bubbling, eyes bright, his body unable to stop vibrating.

We passed an alley, and he pushed me into it, unable to contain his excitement at the prospect of butt sex.

His kisses were ravenous, sloppy. His prick was chubbed and its length funnelled down his pant leg.

Part of me was... turned on by his enthusiasm. Part of me was worried.

"Are you even wearing underwear?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Cuz your dick is... long. And it looks like it is getting bent."

"I am just... excited about.... well, you know," he said.

I turned and looked downward. "And there is a... wet spot. On your pants. Where your dickhead is visible."

"Really?" He looked down. Then he grinned. "Fucking A. How about that?"

"Hmmm," I said. Would this boy be able to control his excitement? I was not looking forward to getting my asshole pounded by that huge dick. I am not into pain. Not into bleeding.

I tried to identify possible ways to blunt the forthcoming attack, as we returned to the apartment.

--/--

"Max, I know you want to get right into... you know... butt sex."

He was kissing my neck. His tongue was tantalizing me, and his... scent... was scintillating to me. My body was reacting to him, this beautiful teen boy. With the XXL cock.

I could feel its weight along my thigh. Involuntarily, I rubbed my leg on him. I couldn't help it. His dick was like a... supermagnet to me. I wanted to stick to it, cling to it.

I focused my energy on the matter at hand, "Max, you need to listen to me. OK?"

He finally stopped licking and looked at me.

He frowned a bit when he saw my serious face. "OK."

"You remember what happened with Sarah... Everhart? Right?"

"Evans."

"Sorry, yeah, Sarah Evans."

"Yeah," he said. His face moved into a bit of a scowl.

"Did she go out with you again?"

"We never dated. It was a party hookup."

I rolled my eyes. "OK, did you ever hook up with her again?"

He looked embarrassed. "No."

"And did she give glowing reviews of your dick to her friends, so that they would hook up with you?"

He looked at me, "Is that a thing?"

"It could be. But, answer the question. Did she?"

"No."

"Maxie, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but... what do you think happened there, then?"

"She didn't like it. Didn't like me."

"OK," I said. And I waited.

"Alright, I get it," he said. "I'm not stupid."

"No, you are not stupid. But, sometimes, you know, people can get... so into it... so focused on the moment... that they lose sight of their partner and.... well. Things turn out badly."

He breathed without replying.

"Max? Hello?" I said.

"I'm here. And, yes. I get it. She didn't ever do anything with me again, because we had butt sex."

"Really? Is that the reason?"

"No." He continued to breathe without adding more to the conversation.

"Say it," I said.

"Because I hurt her," he squeaked. "I hurt her and she hated it." Then there was a rush of words, "But I didn't mean to. I... I just... I got carried away. And, it was my first time. And she said... she said... she said yes. And then she said no. No. No."

I soothed his cheek and stroked his blonde hair. Then I kissed him lightly, lips to lips. Not sexually. Just, lovingly.

"Thank you," I said.

"What for?"

"For letting me know. That you are ready to really learn about how to do butt sex. The good way. The way that... well. Think about it. If one of your lovers told her friends that your dick was fantastic, what would happen?"

"Maybe I would get a lot of dates with those girls?"

"And?"

"I might get my dick sucked. Or I might get invited to... I dunno. Naked parties. To show off my dick. Like, a freak show." He rolled his eyes.

"OK, true," I giggled. "Maybe that is not the perfect advertising, right?"

"Not really," he admitted.

"So, then, instead, imagine that one of your lovers told her girlfriends that you were a fantastic lover, and that when you... um... provided butt sex, that she enjoyed more than one anal sex orgasm."

"There is no such thing."

"Really? Are you the expert now?"

"What do you mean? The girl can have an orgasm from anal sex?"

"If her lover is very skilled. And patient. And loving."

"Hmmm," he digested my comments for a few breaths.

Then he said, "OK, I can see what you are saying."

I continued my teaching, "You might get a lot of dates with girls who wanted anal sex. Right? Who come to you, to get anal sex. Because you were good at it, and they would get orgasms that no one else could give them."

"Fuck, that sounds like it would be..."

"Heavenly?" I asked.

"No," and he laughed, smirking at me, suddenly joking. "Think of the problems that would cause. All those girls, wanting butt sex. There would be so many girls banging at my door that I wouldn't get any sleep. They would be lined up outside, butts hanging out of their pants, and they would be like bending over and... farting... and whispering, Fuck me. Fuck me...." He continued on with that nonsense, making a tiny voice mimicking the hapless butt-sex obsessed girls.

Laughing, I reached for a pillow and smashed it over his head.

--/--

I taught Max how to do the preparation stuff... cleaning, rinsing. The non-exciting part of butt sex. I started, going first, and he was the one to manage the process of filling, inserting and shutting down the enema. Then, I waited for nature to take its course. He watched carefully.

Then I did him. So he could feel it, too. All of it.

He groaned a bit when the spasms hit him, sitting on the toilet. But then, he grinned. "Was that my first anal orgasm, ever?"

"Maybe, if you treat your lover well, you will get many, many more of those," I said, laughing.

--/--

We moved to the main room, dressed in terry robes, and sat on the couch together. Max was curled up next to me, head on my bosom.

"What are we?" I asked Max. "Doing? Together?"

He smiled. "Us?"

I nodded.

"We are doing sex. Me and you. All kinds of sex. And today... we are doing all that plus... butt sex."

He paused. He was thinking about the next bit, formulating it carefully.

"And you are... the hottest and sexiest woman... ever. Mikayla says so, and she should know. And me? I'm... I'm the boy. I am lucky to be here with you. I'm the one... The one you... chose. Your... boy. Your... lover."

"I did choose you," I said. I smiled. "You are fucking hot. And I love your humor and I love your body and... I love your dick. Especially when it is hard." I grinned at him. "And, I... I love what we do together. How you make me feel."

I managed to avoid saying "I love you" because, you know. It would have been awkward. This... relationship... was just sex. No one should be catching feelings.

Least of all, me.

"I love what we do, too." He smiled up at me.

I kissed him, then I moved his head so his lips could nuzzle inside the flap of my terry robe.

Max knew how to tease me, pulling at my nipples with his teeth, then sucking hard to pull the entire areola into his mouth, then licking with a broad tongue to reduce the tension, soften the scrapes, and massage the underlying milk glands. He was good. Very good.

I opened the robe fully, draping it on both sides of my body. Then I used Max's hair to guide his mouth lower.

"Do my cunnie," I ordered.

He eagerly followed my bidding. His body twisted, then shifted to the floor, and I lifted my legs high, spreading them as widely as I could. He knelt in front of me, and... engaged his tongue. All along my slit, licking upwards, tantalizing my labia, sucking in those folds.

And then he added a finger into my sex, rubbing upward, gently, finding the soft spot that connected with my clitty. The spot that makes me go boom. He continued the pressure, as his tongue glided over my clitty, teasing it in its little tent.

He made his tongue pointy, hard, and inserted it along with his finger. He made little sniffing sounds as he smelled my juices and excitement, and I could smell my scent of arousal. I could also smell the fainter scent of teen male pheromones rising from his body as he shifted, wafting from under his terry robe.

I imagined the sight of his pale white cock with its red helmet, engorging, filling, then pulsing as he grew that huge boner. I imagined the droplets of pre-cum, trickling out of the slit at the end of his prick. I imagined him accidentally rubbing that long boner head on the floor, leaving a snail trail of personal lubrication.

Max was a beautiful boy. Sexy. Hard muscle. Flat belly. And beautiful, enticing, teen prick.

He kept the finger pressure in my cunnie, rubbing, and he continued licking along my labia, flickering my clitty. He moaned, his own personal excitement rising, and he concentrated on flicking his tongue left right left right across the ridge of my tented, hard clit.

I started to buck, pushing my sex harder onto his face, pulling at his hair, his ears.

Then, without warning, he sucked in my whole sex, into his mouth, pulling my hard clitty and all the labia flaps. I don't know how he did it. But, goddamn. This boy. And then... with the outside of me inside his mouth and his finger rubbing, rubbing, inside of me, he sucked and swirled his tongue.

Boom. boom. Boom. The spasms shook my legs and my belly. My cunnie clamped hard on his finger, then again, and again.

Fuck. Already, one.

I pulled his head up to my face, his cheeks and lips slobbery with my arousal. I kissed him.

"Fuck, you are good at that," I said. "Already. Cum number one."

He smiled. "It only counts when you have an anal orgasm," he said. He held his massive prick in his hand, and rubbed it all along my sex, from my asscrack, across my crinkled hole, and all the way to my clitty. Introducing my parts to his hard, pulsing boner.

I couldn't help myself, and I shifted my pelvis as he was messing with me, and then I pulled that big prick deep in my cunnie. Involuntarily, he stroked. Hammered. That cunt-stretcher into me. Deep.

I gasped. "Fuck that feels good," I said. "But... but... I..."

He pulled out, then grinned at me. "Not yet. That was just a tease. Of what is coming. For your butt," he said.

I felt a bit faint. What was I supposed to be doing again? Oh, yeah. Teaching this boy about anal sex.

He had departed from my kisses, and his head was again at my lower body. He licked my buttocks, and my upper thighs. I shifted my pelvis again, rolling to give him more access to my backside hole.

He pushed my legs up even further, toward my ears, and my full breasts pushed up, as if I was in one of those enhancing bras. I giggled.

He lifted his head, smiled into my smile. Then he pointed his tongue into my crinkled butthole. And wiggled it.

I giggled again. "Good, Maxie. Good. I like that," I said.

He moaned in his excitement, and my cunnie became gooey and delicious feeling.

He sniffed at my sex, at my asshole, I knew the scent was clean, musky, heady. Sexy.

"Fuck, you are turning me on," he said. "My prick is so hard right now."

I wiggled my hips and pulled his head deeper into my ass. "Lick it, you fucker. You boyo. You good boy. Make me cum."

He plunged his tongue in, again and again, digging at my forbidden hole, my anal hole. Then, he made his tongue flat, and licked my butt crack, nose almost buried in my cunt slit, almost fucking me with his nose. He was... pleasuring my top and bottom at the same time.

I pushed his head back, "Now. Now. You need the lube. And I need fingers."

He found the silicone lube I had saved from his previous session. Buttt Wetttt Sexxx. Stupid name. It had betrayed his secret desire.

A good thing, since that secret desire was now being fulfilled.

The right name for the job, today. Good job, marketing, I thought, distractedly.

And then a long middle finger slid gently into my hole. Lube cascaded onto the edge of the couch.

I inhaled. Held my breath.

He slid the finger out, and applied more lube. Then inserted it again, twisted it.

I inhaled. Exhaled.

I could see his face, concentrating, watching the finger go in. Then out. Adding lube.

He took a moment to look at my face, and when he saw me watching him, he smiled. Then, he got the most lascivious grin on his face. I grinned back.

He bent down, then he licked my clitty again. Reminding me, of all the sex and all the... fun. That was about to begin.

I could feel two fingers. More lube. And he twisted.

"Do three," I requested.

His face looked toward me, gauging my status. I smiled. "You feel so fucking good," I said.

My butt was really starting to warm up, enjoying all this attention. And my clitty was fully engorged, prominent, peeking out of its tent.

"Good boyo. You are making my hole feel so good. So fucking good."

I wanted to smell him, lick him. I pulled at this hair again, lifting his attention from my crotch.

"Get this off," I said, pulling his robe away from his body. His prick was standing fully upright, parallel to his muscled belly. Teen. Beautiful boy.

I turned my body on the couch, now head down, hanging off the edge.

He knew what to do. Holding his prick, he dropped his teabags onto my waiting mouth, and I licked at them. I could feel the skin swirling. His balls tightened up, pulling up toward his body.

He lifted, repositioning and I said, "Lube." I held out my finger, and he applied that well-branded silicone.

And I pushed my finger into his butthole, tickling, seeking his prostate button. He growled.

With my other hand, I pulled his prick into my mouth, opening as wide as I could. And he slid in, gently.

I knew it was taking all his resolve not to pound that huge boner into my throat. I knew... that he was holding back. Demonstrating his lover's skill. Because he wanted to do butt sex. Give me an anal orgasm.

He pulled back, smiled. "Fuck that is good," he said. "We are doing that again."

Then he lifted my arms, placed me sitting on the couch. My swelled cunt rubbed on the rough fabric, leaving a stain of lube and juices.

"You," I said. "Get on your back." I pointed to the floor.

He laid down, his prick standing to attention in the middle of his pale, blonde body. His reddish blonde pubes contrasted with the reddening shaft and purplish head of his long, fat dick.

I stood over him, facing him, and I squatted, holding the end of his prick to my butthole. Slowly, I applied pressure, holding his prick head and gently using it to rub in the center of my anal ring.

"Butt sex," I whispered to him. "For real. Done right."

His face was a display of wonderment, pleasure, and achievement.

"Fuck me," he said. "That is fucking ho..." He couldn't finish the sentence. The head had slipped past the first sphincter, and was now inside my hot, wet, fully lubed asshole.

He made a pounding motion with his hips, and I rode it upward, keeping his dick engaged in the exact same position.

"Hey," I said. "No cheating."

"Sorry, It just... It feels so good."

"And, its your dream, right? Butt sex? You... you live for butt sex?"

He nodded, then visibly relaxed his body, letting me take control, keeping the urges at bay, the urges to slam, to pound, to hammer at me. He was... relaxed, but hard as a fucking rock.

I slid downward as my butt relaxed, loosened. This boy was under control. Self control.

"Good boy. Good boy," I said. "You are making me so hot. This feels so good."

I slid up and down again, and his long prick was now wetted almost two-thirds of the way down.

He reached, and added lube to his prick, wiping it round, then fiddling his fingers into my open cunt. Reaching for my g-spot.

I smiled at him, "Fuck, that feels good."

And I slid up and down again. And again. And again. Now his fingers in my cunt were pinned between his pubes and my pelvic bone. It was awkward, twisting. I am sure it must hurt, but he did not relent. He kept stroking them in my cunnie.

And his fat boner was completely buried in my asshole. I bounced on it, emphasizing his deep penetration.

Then, I leaned backward, thrusting my legs apart as far as they could go. I spread my labia with my finger.

I watched his face. He could see everything. His fingers in my cunt. Clitty aroused and glistening. Labia spread wide.

And his fat cock fucking deep in my asshole.

I pounded my body down onto his prick, as fast and hard as I could go. Breathless. Huffing.

His prick jerked, once.

"No. no. no. no. Not yet, not yet," I said. I slid off him. I turned, pointing my ass at his face, and I backed up, crawling toward his mouth, ass first.

I watched his face between my legs, and then I planted my wide-opened asshole on his mouth.

I rocked back and forth, as his tongue fucked up into the loose space where his prick had just been.

Goddam. He was a good licker.

After a few moments, I judged that his prick was not imminently about to explode, safe to ride again.

I moved forward, facing away from him. I slapped the inside of his thighs, and he obligingly spread his legs. I crawled forward, toward his feet, knees between his legs. Amazon position. As I passed over that boner, I pulled it into my open asshole, and sat down, hard.

I know he could see his prick fully buried in my butt. I bounced again, squeezing his balls as they lay tight against his belly.

And then, I reached down for more lube, and pushed my finger into his ass. Then two fingers.

I had broken him. His will to resist.

He arched his hips, his belly. And he fucking pounded that magnificent prick into my hole.

I started to groan as the accelerating friction began to cause... twitches. In my asshole. And my cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he huffed out, pounding at me. He was stroking as long as he could, from red tip to base, fucking hard into my ass.

The smell was wild, the sound of lube and suction and wetness.

I gasped. I used my other hand to slap at my clitty.

His thrusts were getting larger, more ragged, irregular, heaving my whole body upward. His balls were banging my cunnie.

I gasped again, groaned.

And then, spasms trapped my finger in his asshole. And I could feel his prick jerk in my asshole. Again. And again. And again. The hot feel of sperm made my butt even slipperier.

I redoubled my effort, bounced up and down, long, long strokes, his dickhead just at my ring, then buried all the way to my colon.

My hand was a blur on my clitty.

"Keep going! Keep going!" I cried out, loudly.

Fuck this boy was good. What a beautiful boy. Fuck...

He groaned. And groaned again.

Boom. Boom. BOOM.

My ass spasmed around his still-hard dick. Hard.

BOOM.

Ass orgasm.

--/--

Thanks for reading. Comments are appreciated.

Atlantis