Showing posts with label Anal. Show all posts
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Friday, April 9, 2010

Two Days In A Row!!!

Two days in a row!!!!

Two days in the same week!!!!!!

You would have to go back a ways to find a time when the boyfriend and I have made love two days in a row. Well, I am here to say it happened last night. I wonder if I am creating a monster. God I hope so (smile).

We were laying in bed reading. You would probably assume I read romance novels (and I am not opposed to them, especially for the steamy sex scenes). Believe it or not, I read history late at night. It started when I saw the movie "Tombstone". I was curious how much of what was in the movie was real, so I began reading all I could about Tombstone, Wyatt Earp, and Doc Holliday (along the way also getting highly turned on by both of them). One set of questions led to other questions and I began reading more history. I do not read particularly fast and I find reading history to be relaxing. Nothing that happened in the past gets me upset and thinking; neither of which is a good thing when trying to go to sleep. I guess one way of looking at it is that reading history puts me to sleep. I an currently reading about Julius Ceasar. My boyrfriend is reading a compilation of the comic strip "Foxtrot". I read. He mostly giggles.

We were laying in bed reading. The evening was warm and neither of us were beneath the covers. He was wearing his gray sweatpants. I know I tend to be a bit excessive with the detail sometimes, but this is important for a reason. When I glanced over to him I could see an obvious swelling.

"Are you needing help with a problem", I said to him without having really thought about it.

I will never forget what he said - maybe how he said it - "OH GOD YEAH, PLEASE".

A few seconds later, I was stripped naked, his sweats were off, and my ankles were back behind my head again. I think I have noted before how much he loves to bend me up tight. Truth is, I kind of like it. I like it the most when he takes my wrists into his hands as well and stretches them out far with his shoulders holding my legs high over my head and his weight pressing firmly into me. I love everything about it. I love how deep he feels in me. I love the control he takes. I love feeling of submissiveness it gives me. And I especially love the look on his face. He tries to be a good lover and is often tender (too tender). But, sometimes, not always, when he gets me in this position, he becomes so completely self absorbed. It is in those moments that he is, to be blunt, fucking me for all he is worth. What can I say, I love the look of intensity and complete control his face gets. I would never ask him to stop before he was finished with me. But in those moments, I do not think he could even hear me if I were to ask. His need to cum inside of me is so intense that it completely turns me on and makes me feel good to be under him then, to give him my vessel for his need.

And that was precisely what was happening.

If you recall, I said earlier that on some occasions the boyfriend is gifted/cursed with God-like stamina. This was one of those evenings. I am not the kind of woman who would ever say "will you hurry up and get off of me", but I can certainly understand how a woman can reach that point. He had pounded me hard and solid for what seemed like forever. His fury seemed to have ebbed. He was tiring. He was just rocking into me then, letting only the motion of our bodies rocking cause him to slide into and out of me. I wanted him to finish. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted him to know it was okay for him to keep going.

"Can I ask what got you so horned up", I asked him. I did not think about it before now but that could have been a dangerous question - he might have been thinking of another woman. Not sure I would have handled that too well.

"You", he said. Safe answer, good boy.

"What about me?"

"That night at your mom's".

I am not sure I can describe how I was feeling. The boyfriend had me pinned beneath him, his dick deep inside of me, and we were carrying on a conversation of sorts. It was all so surreal. And strangely, in a way I can not describe, it made me feel so close to him in that moment.

"What about it," I wanted to know.

He kept looking down at me. I kept looking back up at him. I wanted him to say more. "Tell me", I whispered encouragingly.

"Everything".

"Like . . . "

"Your fixing dinner for us, making a real romantic night, but then getting naked to give me head outside, the way you talked, and . . . . "

"And . . . "

"Wanting me to take you from behind".

"You mean in my ass".

"Yeah".

"You liked that", I said almost laughing I was smiling so hard.

"Couldn't you tell".

"I could sort a tell, yeah".

We did not talk any more for a bit. We both seemed to focus solely upon the pleasure of his dick deep inside of me. I had closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was staring intently down into them.

Without thinking I said, "you know, I am not stopping you if you want it again".

It was all the encouragement he needed.

In hindsight, I have to ask myself what the hell was I thinking! He has a diamond-cutter of a hard on happening and I tell him it is okay to fuck me in the ass. And my answer back to myself is that I would do it again in the same situation. He needed me. There was nothing I would have denied him.

A moment later, his dick was seated fully in my ass. It was the second time I would have surrendered my ass to him. The change, his rest, my submission, the whatever, his energy had returned in force. He was merciless on my ass.

I was suprised when he withdrew from inside of me. There was no way in hell that he was done. I was even more suprised when he just started to role me over. No words. No talking. He just moved back, took hold of my legs, and rolled me. To my defense, we almost never change positions. How he starts is how he finishes. This was unexpected. I say that, but let me say also that I was pleased because I had been bent double for a good while too. As flexible as I can be, he had pushed my limits too. What I liked most though was that he just did it. He simply took hold of me and moved me to how he wanted me.

He pulled my hips up till I was on my knees. My face remained buried in the bed. He spread my knees and very gently re-inserted himself back into my ass. Taking my hips into his firm grip, he resumed his furious pace. My poor ass!!! I did not know how long he was going to go, but I knew he was to go until he pumped his load into me. He was not going to quit and I would be damned before I quit. He fucked me hard. Sometimes he was banging into me, other times he was using his grip upon my hips to make me fuck him instead while he remained motionless. I loved every merciless second of it.

I can always tell when he is close to cumming. He begins to grunt as he thrusts inside of me. As hard as he was riding, I was not suprised to soon hear him begin to grunt. The sound of his own grunting seemed to motivate him all the more. I thought he was fucking me hard before, it only got harder with each thrust. The headboard was pounding into the wall. I briefly thought of the neighbors - "great, they know I am getting fucked tonight". He pulled me further back along the bed until he was standing; I remained on my knees on the bed. Oh God, could it be - I actually felt myself starting to cum. Oh we were definately going to do it this way more often. It was intense. I did not know it was possible to climax that way. He was oblvious, I think, to his own needs. I raised up just a bit and could see him in the dresser mirror. He was focused upon my ass. I imagined him staring down at his dick as it slid into and back out of me. He grunted with nearly every thrust as he drove himself ever harder into me. I knew it was a matter of time before he exploded inside of me. I loved that it was me and something I had done for him which had made him so turned on to begin with. I loved that it was me he needed. I loved that he was taking pleasure in my body. And I loved that very soon he would be pouring his need deep inside of me.

A moment later, he did just that.

Exhausted, he stood behind me, with me still impaled upon him.

I was ready to fall forward and lay down myself spent.

Still inside of me, he pressed me forward further upon the bed. I guess I must have got the hint as I lay down and he laid down upon my backside, keeping his dick inside of my ass still. He kissed the back of my neck before laying his head down upon my shoulder.

We lay there for a while.

I was smiling.


Rachel

Friday, April 2, 2010

I Try To Keep My Promise (Part II)



I wanted more passion from my boyfriend. I had promised myself that I would try harder too. If I had meant it, then it was my turn to do something. Part I was not the story I intended to tell. This, part II, is the story I wanted to tell.

My parents live in the same town. They were going away for the weekend. It seemed like the right time and the right place.

I planned things for Friday. My parents would be away. Saturday would mean I'd have all day to think about it and chicken out. Friday would keep me busy with work and then rushing to get ready. I could do this.

The hard part, I suspected, was going to be getting the boyfriend to cooperate without me having to fully tell him what I had in mind. As it was, he wasn't all that difficult. I told him on Thursday that I wanted to do something special for him on Friday. He tried to find out, but didn't press any harder when I said I just needed him to be at my parents place at 7pm.

I was going to cook! Okay, you might need to re-read the first part of this tale to remember why this was a really big deal for us.

My mom was bit more suspicious. I had already okayed using their place, not that they would have cared if I hadn't asked first. I just didn't need them suddenly deciding to turn back around. I told mom I might serve my boyfriend dinner outside by the pool. She made a special point of showing me how to disable the security lights saying she figured I might want it darker for the "candles". The way she put it, mom knew her baby girl was planning on putting out beside the pool. What a mom!

Truth is, I wasn't really planning on dinner out beside the pool. I had thought about it. But, in the end, I thought it might be more surprising to him if I led him out there for the first time when I was prepared to give him his surprise.

Dinner was okay. You're not really reading a sex story to hear about my cooking. Suffice it to say that my anxiety over cooking dinner without blowing it completely wiped out my being anxious over what I had planned later for my boyfriend.

Dinner went surprisingly well. He was very attentive and appreciative. I looked killer in a short red dress, my hair down, those same sexy black heels from our famous kitchen encounter. I was drinking my fill with wine. Remember, wine has this inhibitions killing effect on me. Yeah, he knew he was gong to get lucky that night.

I was waiting for it to get dark outside.

And now it was.

I began clearing the table. Good boy that he is, he started to help. I told him to just talk and keep me company, but that I wanted to do it all tonight. If he only knew how true that statement was going to be too. When I was done, I said I needed to visit the bathroom. He didn't suspect a thing.

I took a deep breathe before I left the bathroom. I was completely naked. No heels this time either. And yes, ladies, I was dripping wet. Apparently, I was excited. I walked out of the bathroom and was grateful to see that he'd gone into the living room. I stopped by the kitchen to pick up the final accessory for his surprise. I then walked into the living room completely naked holding a six pack of Corona.

"Oh my", he said.

I smiled. His look alone told me that he was totally turned on by me. What girl doesn't love to see that.

I am not especially good at demure and submissive, but gave it my best shot. I walked over to him and held out my hand for his. I pulled him up from the sofa, gave him a light kiss, and asked him to follow me. I led him through to the glass doors which led out onto the pool. It was very dark, no moon, and the sky was filled with stars.

"Tonight, you are a ruthless pirate captain".

He smiled, "argh".

"Yes, ruthless. And I am your captured princess. You've stripped me naked and ordered me to perform for you with my mouth".

"I'm liking this", he said.

"It gets better, I hope. You're going to drink a beer, you tell me, and that if I have not satisfied you with my lips before you finish your second beer, that you will allow your pirate crew to begin fucking me from behind. They won't stop using me until your cum is sitting prettily on my tongue, you threaten".

"Really".

It was time to begin, I decided.

"Please Captain, my father is rich, he'll reward you well. Please don't despoil my mouth with your vile seed". It helped to have time ahead to think up things for me to say. You can attribute my saying anything at all to the wine because I have never been more embarrassed and self-conscious in my life.

My boyfriend looked down at me. The moment of truth, was he going to go along with me on this or was I going to be standing her naked, ready to suck his duck, and just look foolish.

"Princess, your father will still reward me well. The only question to be answered is can you please me before I open your treasure to me crew".

Oh, good boy, he was into this.

"You tell me", I say to him, "now, to your knees Princess, ye have some work that needs doing. And then you place yours hands upon my shoulders and push me down onto my knees. I obediantly un-do your pants". There was a certain pleasure at being completely nude before my boyfriend and playing that I was being forced to pleasure him (and no, I am not into being raped, this was all make believe). "Oh please sir, I will do anything; don't use me this way".

"You say to me", I add, "you will do anything I want anyway Princess - now to work . . . or I won't be waiting to give me crew permission to sample your virtue". Looking at him, in my most pouty face, "and tthen I tell you . . . Yes sir . . . " saying it with a whine and faking a sniffle.

I took him into my mouth, slowly at first, making sure he was watching me as much as possible in the darkness. Oh, he was too. His Corona sat in his hand, I think forgotten. "I must be doing something right", I thought. Taking him deep, I looked up at him less and began to work more on my task. I tried to put on more pressure with my lips and tongue this time. I moved slowly up and down his length, then moved quickly for a while, varying the speed and pressure often. I tried to keep my tongue firmly underneath him, trying to give him as much sensation from my mouth as possible. I really don't know how long this went on, but I do know he reached for his second beer.

The beer? I did bring a six pack and, yes, I also said earlier that he didn't really drink all that much. I brought a six pack because I figured he would drink his usual two, when he did drink, and that I would probably be needing the others for me. The wine was still working though. I was good.

I leaned back some and went to take him into my hands.

I took a brief time out from character to ask for a sip of his beer. Okay, it was a good bit more than just a sip.

I'm still massaging his dick with my hands. Finishing my sips, I tell him, "you look down at me and demand . . . What are you doing Princess? I tell you, sounding confused and scared, I'm sucking your dick Sir Captain. You remain gruff with me and say . . . Um, no, you were sucking my dick. Now you have your hand around my dick. You place your hands onto my head and guide my mouth back onto your dick." I had taken his hands into mine and guided them to my head for him to do just that. "And then you say to me threateningly . . . Use your hands again and my crew will use your ass".

At that I returned to sucking his dick. Adding in a few moments, "no sir, please no", and I managed to say with his dick still inside of my mouth. I do pull back a bit, his dick just at the tip of my lips to add, "and then you say . . . do not use your hands again. And swallow, without missing a drop either. I say back . . . Yes sir, I will be a good girl sir".

I return to bobbing on his dick, but its time to add more to my role play. I pause to tell my boyfriend, who has been listening and enjoying intently. "you decide I need to be punished though and say . . . but because you were bad, just trying to use your hands instead, you must be punished".

"No sir, please no, I wail to you".

"You don't listen to my pleas. You say . . . my crew will not have to wait for me to finish this second beer. Get onto your hands and knees and be prepared to pleasure two cocks . . . one at both your ends".

Okay, I will admit it. This little role play with my boyfriend also dealt with my fantasy of having to pleasure two men at the same time. I wasn't going to do it, but this was just in fun. I was willing to tell the entire story and had been so far. My boyfriend had played a little bit, but mostly it was me. I want him to join in more. I hope that he will. "Tell me what's happening", I said suggestively to him, "what is your crew doing to me while I have your cock in my mouth".

I wasn't sure he was going to get into this as much.

I am pleased to say that I was wrong. He tried really hard.

"My first mate is behind you now, Princess".

"Is he going to fuck me".

"Oh yes".

"is he going to cum in me".

"The cum will be pouring down your legs tonight".

A bit later, it was "Pedro's" turn at me. "Pedro wants to hear you beg him not to fuck you".

"Pedro please, don't fuck me. Please don't shove your dick inside of me. Please don't pump me full of your cum. Please don't use me".

I ask my boyfriend then, "what is Pedro doing now".

"Oh, he says he is still going to fuck you, he just wanted to hear you beg".

Another crew mate was "Israel". My boyfriend told me that Israel was fucking me now, hard, demanding, that was going to spank me until I was moaning in pleasure for him.

Believe it or not, but I've not been that much of a noise maker in bed. However, I will admit it, I am sometimes a moaner.

I would love to tell you that I can remember every single thing he said. Truth is, I was a bit busy at the moment sucking his dick. And he wasn't the most descriptive anyway. It was okay though, we were both having a good time. And apparently, he had me pulling one massively long train!!!!!

This went on for quite a while. I shared another beer or two with my boyfriend. I think he was having a tremendously good night.

I took a break with my mouth and slipped my hands back around his dick. I took another sip from the beer my boyfriend brought sweetly to my lips. Then, I stopped, and gave my best horrified look at my hand wrapped around his dick.

"No sir, please, it was an accident, I will be good, I can make you cum with my mouth, please don't fuck me in the ass, please Captain, let me make you cum in my mouth".

Hopefully, you realize that this was to be the final part of my story for my boyfriend. If he expressed any interest in my VIRGIN ass, then I was going to let him have it.

I continue along so that he would know it was okay.

Looking at my boyfriend, I tell him, "and you say . . . but Princess, a Pirate Captain who gives a command must be obeyed and you disobeyed . . . now how am I going to look if I don't follow through".

Still looking at him, I just asked, "would you like my ass?"

He smiled the most wicked grin when he said yes.

"Then lead your captive to the towels over there", I said pointing to a number of towels I had laid out before he'd arrived. Several towels and a pillow, with a bottle of lube too, to make things easier . . . or so I hoped. He helped me to my feet. "Give me another sip of beer first", I said, taking a very long drink.

He took me to the bedding of sorts which I had created. I took the lube from under the pillow and applied it liberally to both him and me. I had read about this, but was not sure about it. He laid me back and lifted my legs high over my head. My boyfriend has this one, let's call it a fetish, thing he likes; he loves to lift my ankles as far behind my head as he can get them. He lined his dick up with my hole and I told him to slowly make his way inside.

Okay, this hurt!!!!

I gritted my teeth, but was determined to 'ride it out'.

He took a while and he nearly pulled back out when he saw me grit my teeth. "No, no, its okay, keep going", I told him. When he was fully seated up inside of me, I think we both felt like we'd accomplished something.

He took my ankles and began to press them ever farther behind my head. Fortunately, I've learned to bend well over the years. This is the one thing he is guaranteed to do in almost every fuck session. He loves it, I'm telling you. Of course, the further my ankles go, the deeper he seems to get inside of my ass.

Oh wow!!!!

Adjusting to him, he began to rock inside of me. By now, he had me bent so much in double that his chest was on my boobs and he was able to kiss me on the lips.

I was never more vulnerable to a man than in that moment; doubled up with him fucking my ass.

Between kisses, I said to him, "tell me you love me". I guess I had stopped being the captured princess. I needed to know he appreciated me, that he wanted me, that he wanted this.

"I love you", he said, kissing me deeply.

I needed that then.

He said it several more times for emphasis.

Then he began to fuck me all the harder. And harder. And harder.

Being doubled up like I was, there was nothing I could do to move with him. My body was completely his for his use. He was in complete control. I was there simply to accept him inside of me.

He kept increasing his pace.

He was demanding the most from my body.

I couldn't move, true, but he was wanting me to accept all the fury he could place into fucking me.

I could not deny him. I was trapped beneath him.

He fucked me the hardest he'd ever fucked. He began to grunt with each thrust. I raked his back with my nails and moaned all the louder into his ear. He pushed my ankles even further back, his forehead now resting on the pillow beside mine, he never stopped stroking his dick inside of me. He pulled his face back just enough to lock eyes with mine.

No words were said.

None were needed.

I wanted him to know, by look alone, that I was not moving until he was completely done with me. I was his that night. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Cum inside of me.

He rode all the harder still. And I could tell, our eyes never leaving one another, I could tell when he was right there.

"Cum in me".

And he did.