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His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and desperate sound.

Unseen I heard the pop of a plastic lid. It dropped softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. My body tingled all the way to my toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossomed, this was going to hurt. All the talk of taboo and dirty seemed less arousing with the possibility of actual pain. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal.

The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.

Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.

His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly greased, that my body opened for him in a way it never had before. Thick, thick, swollen meat filled my unused hole, so thoroughly that I squeaked in shock. My taut anal muscle rang hot with the force. I gasped, too shocked to interpret any sensation. His cock was thicker than it had ever been, feeling more like a fist. It sat deep inside me, pulsing with forbidden promise. My muscles were stinging. My body jerked under his in an attempt to reject his invasion. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. Shockingly his cock seemed to grow. It pulsed and thickened even further. His thighs shuddered as they pressed against mine.

Just when I thought he was in as deep as he could go he pressed down and opened me up another inch, then two. I gasped. He groaned. It was in my head to push him off, the shock so encompassing, then I breathed out and realised that though it hurt it was not the hurt of my fears.

My arse did hurt, it burned and pulsed with the abuse of the invasion, but the heat moistened my cunt beyond it regular slickness. I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.

I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way to my throat.

The sensation was so strong, so wrong, that I cried out. He stopped, held himself still so that the only movement was the thud of his pulse. That pulse was so strong, so deeply buried in me, that I moaned and stretched beneath him. Rolling my spine so that my buttocks pushed upwards towards him, a small encouragement that didn't go a miss.

He took advantage of my raised hips and slipped his hand between my legs. Two fingers slid into my wet sex. Orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. I rocked and groaned, helpless beneath him. With a growl he added two more fingers, stretching open my pulsing cunt and force-feeding my body with sensation. His heat surrounded me, invaded me, and coaxed me. Whichever way I turned I was assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp my shoulders with his chest hair, straining away from his fingers forced his cock deeper into my aching arse, and peeling away from his cock impaled me on his fingers. I rocked in sensational oblivion. My body so alive to every touch that I could only shake and tremble, my mouth too disconnected from my brain to form words.

He waited until the climax subsided. Until I was shivering weakly, panting. I could feel the tension of his intention but lacked the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazed the hard bud of my nipple and as my body jerked in reaction he pulled away from me. His cock seemed to stretch my arse on its way out almost as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that I had barely registered that when he thrust back in. Stiffening beneath him at the fierce lunge, my muscles tensing in protest, his fingers bunched inside my cunt spread wide open, stretching those muscles from within.

As I grew accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessened and was replaced by the sensation of him sliding his greased cock along the walls of my arse. It was not somewhere that had been tickled before and felt something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this was not true pain, not unbearable, I relaxed more deeply and was assailed by the sensation of his cock rubbing the length of that tight, tight space. His breathing deepened and that triggered yet another sensation. The knowledge that my body was going to make him cum. I felt the tension in his thighs, the stiffening of his cock, the burrowing of his fingers and the shuddering of his breath on my shoulder.

"Dirty little bitch." He hissed.

I smiled at the words, couldn't stop myself. They were not pleasant ones but from his lips they were the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses and angels in the world. Better still I felt dirty, his fat swollen cock pumping grease into my arse. It didn't matter how liberated I was it felt wrong. And when something felt this wrong it had to be right.

I ground down against his hand, demanding, urging, his fingers probed deep inside me, ripping another orgasm from my body. It was too much for him; he gave a bellow, one of shock and triumph. With a painful grinding of his hips he pumped thick streams of hot cum into my arse whilst I shook and spasmed beneath him, my own pleasure heightened by his.

I sighed and stretched my arms above my head, my body pulsing with satisfaction. "Ok you were right. I do like anal. That means you get to watch the sports channel."

He snorted with laughter and slapped a palm across my bum. "I don't know why you argue with me, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."

Is My Butt Too Big?

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"Bill," I hear my name from somewhere. The sound of my name has never sounded so musical, so wondrous, so sexy, yet so far away.

"Bill," my name repeats itself; it sounds like it is hanging in the air below a blue sky on a magical spring morning. I can almost hear bees trying to locate it.

"Bill." My eyes slowly open. I'm back on earth or am I? Standing at the end of the couch where I was taking a nap stands an angel. Five feet tall, black hair down to her ass. A face so angelic that a dying man looking upon it would soon forget all thoughts of Jesus.

"Bella," I breathe out her name. Her name seems to fade to musical notes as it leaves my lips. A smile slowly spreads across my lips, face and eyes. "Bella," I sing out her name and my lips tingle with the sound of it.

"Bill, is my butt too big," Bella ask as she turns around to show me her butt. She is looking over her shoulder at me waiting for my reply.

I look at her butt encased in cut-off jeans shorts. My hearts beats faster at the sight of it. Is it too big? How can you tell someone about something so perfect that size is not an issue and never will be.

Never taking my eyes off her ass, I sit up. "Bella, darling, I will need a closer look to give you that answer."

I spread my legs apart and she backs into them so I can see her ass close up. Perfection purrs across my mind. My hands reach out to each cheek encased in cotton and I touch that ass. Energy flows up my arms to warm my heart with that simple contact. I lick my lips, "Bella, baby, I can't really tell. I mean the shorts have to come off."

"K," she says as she unsnaps her shorts and pulls them down. She is wearing white French cut silk panties with lace in some sort of intricate patterns around the edges, and they stay in place as her shorts drop to the ground. White lace and beautiful brown skin, I almost want to cry at the beauty of it.

Slowly I reach out with my hands and run them over her ass. The difference between bare skin and fine silk on my finger tips are both magical. I bring my body forward and let my face rest against her ass. Slowly I move my face around that wonderful fine ass, just like a cat rubbing against the corner of a couch. But instead of marking I am being marked forever with the feel of perfection. My mouth is dry, but I am able to mutter, "Bella, sweetness, the panties need to come off 'cause I need to look at all of your butt."

"K," Bella whispers. Down the panties go, with a shuffle of feet panties and shorts are gone.

Looking at this fine ass, tears start to slowly roll down my face. Beautiful. Just to fucking beautiful. I lick my lips as my hands again move forward to grasp perfection. My face moves forward and it to is once again in contact with..., heaven? I can't describe what my face feels, but it is good. My tears fall from my face to Bella's ass. I trace their trails with my tongue and Bella trembles with the contact.

I plant sweet gentle kisses to Bella's ass, all of it. She trembles; it is almost like kissing a slowly moving vibrator. My kisses turn to gentle nips with my teeth. With each bite there is a sharp intake of breath from Bella but she does not attempt to pull away. I tattoo my love across her ass, till it is red, all of it. I feel the heat of her ass on my face, and breathe in the smell of her lust. My mouth starts to water with hunger.

Using my wet tongue I lick my beautiful Bella's ass, till the red has faded to pink. I change tactics and start moving my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. Deeper and deeper I go with my tongue, till I cannot go any farther. Using my hands I pull Bella's ass cheeks apart and watch as my saliva falls into this crevice of heat. I imagine that I hear my spit sizzle as it slides down the curve of her ass to her pussy.

"Bella, angel, I need you to move forward a little bit," my voice cracks with desire.

She shuffles forward slowly and I go to my knees but my eyes never leave her ass. "Bella, honey, I need you to use your hands to keep your ass pulled apart as I examine you fine, sweet ass."

Bella follows my instructions and bends at her waist allowing me to view all of her. I move my head forward and breathe in the heady aroma of her lust. Without my thinking about it my tongue extends itself and I lick from her clitoris, moving slowly upwards dipping into her soaking vagina, then upwards to her asshole. With my saliva and her vaginal secretions on my tongue that little red serpent quickly enters her ass. With a sharp intake of breath Bella thrusts herself backwards to get more of my tongue up her ass.

Using one hand I grasp Bella to steady myself, and the other hand I put a thumb up her pussy while the fingers dance across her clitoris. Using my hand and tongue I play Bella like a fine musical instrument. And Bella dances. She dances the dance of lust that women have danced for eons and for eons yet to come. Bella cums and then crumbles to the floor in a motion so beautiful a cat would be envious.

I lie down beside her and Bella melts into my arms. I think that I can almost hear her purr. I tell her, "Bella, my love, you butt is perfect. Not too big or too small. Pure fucking perfection."

Bella kisses me. She sticks her tongue down my throat so far that I think I feel it in my toes. Then she sucks my tongue down into her mouth and I fear my toes will be pulled up and out of my mouth into hers. Her fingers fly across my body down to my shorts as she fights to get them off. Breaking her kiss she yanks down my shorts and underwear, exposing Lucifer to her eyes. He stands tall and proud. His one eye glistening with wetness for her, extending her tongue she licks the wetness from that eye, and it is my turn to tremble. She engulfs Lucifer while lathering him with her saliva then in one movement she remove Lucifer from her mouth, straddles my body, using her hands she guides Lucifer to her ass and slowly lowers herself till she can go no further.

Pausing for only a moment to allow her ass to adjust to Lucifer, Bella starts to slowly move upwards and then downward. Having Lucifer encased in Bella's ass has to be nothing short of a taste of heaven on earth, the heat and tightness that is grasping Lucifer is slowly pulling all of my being to my prick. All I know is what Lucifer feels and it feels so wonderful.

Bella is moving faster and faster, up and down. Her eyes are locked into mine. She bites her lower lip as one hands strokes her clitoris while she uses her other arm to hug her huge breasts to her torso. There is a whine coming from her mouth that starts out low and builds higher and higher. And to my amazement I find that same sound is coming from my mouth. We are singing together, our song of lust! The tempo increases, we jump from higher to higher key, the crescendo builds and builds till I explode into Bella's bowls and she cums around Lucifer. Then Bella collapses atop of me. Somehow I can still use my arms and I hug her tightly to me. Tremors still rack the both of us and our hearts still race together, but we are still alive. The "little death," did not take us this time.

"Oh Bill," Bella sighs.

"Oh Bella," I sigh back.