knew that he had arrived at the point wherein he would have to get off his rocks.
With sturdy authority, Mickey reached out and grabbed his lover’s ass cheeks.
“Turn over, my dear,” he said.
“What ever for?”
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Then why do you want me to turn over?”
“I want you on your stomach,” he said huskily.
Mickey pinched at her ass cheeks, directing her over on her stomach. He reached out and picked up a pillow, which he slipped under her stomach.
“Rise up a little, baby,” he told her.
“I just don’t get it,” she shook her head as she allowed him to slip the pillow beneath her stomach.
“I want a good shot at your ass,” he exclaimed, letting her know in no uncertain terms just what he was after as he plunged his right index finger into her asshole.
“Not that,” she said with astonishment.
“Of course. You’ll love having your asshole fucked.”
“Never,” she exclaimed. “That’s going too far.”
“Like hell it is,” Mickey replied.
Mickey recognized that his passions had come too far to turn back at that point. For minutes he had savored the delicious prospect of permitting his thick, bulging pecker to make penetration inside her anus. He desired it madly, and nothing would cause him to pass up such an opportunity, not even her initial opposition.
“Just lie still, everything will be fine,” he sighed.
“No, it won’t. Not if you do that. You’re really gonna hurt me.”
“I’m just gonna sting you a little,” he laughed, doing his best to try and calm her down. “You’re gonna love it, darling, every hot stroke.”
He reached down and gripped her thighs as he licked his lips, then sent his surging tool forward.
With one savage stroke, he penetrated inside her anus.
As his cock clasped against her tight anal muscles, he couldn’t help but feel that his efforts were justified. Perhaps he had had to face some opposition, but it was worth it in view of what he was getting in the way of sexual reward.
He lunged his body forward sharply several times in rapid succession, driving and plunging his pecker forcefully into her anus. He kept on pushing his pecker with devastating force into her asshole.
Her hips flipped back and forth involuntarily as he kept, up the steady pace, driving his iron like instrument into her as far as he could plunge it.
Her body shook a few times from the pain that accumulated from his Savage like strokes, but after a few penetrations, she began to feel the pain a whole lot less and the pleasure a good deal more.
She quickly discovered that it really didn’t hurt as much after a few strokes as it did in the beginning. Once her asshole became accustomed to his sharp stabs, she found herself anticipating every increasing effort that he brought forth.
“What an asshole,” he sighed as he kept up his pace, “do I love entering. Oh, what sharp penetration. Keep your hips flinging, baby. Keep meeting my thrusts.
That’s what I like to see. A lot of cooperation.”
The longer that Mickey fucked Sheila’s asshole, the more tightly she clasped her legs. It provided Mickey with even more sensation as he continued his steady assault on her anus.
Sheila recognized just what kind of a rude awakening she was facing. Never had she even considered allowing a man to sodomize her, but there she was, receiving jolt upon jolt from the huge authoritative weapon that Mickey was wielding. His phallus continued to dig intensively into her asshole as he pushed ever closer to climax.
The closer he drew to orgasm, the simpler his strategy became. His itchy, throbbing phallus was receiving its greatest joy from the savage penetration and plunging as deep into her asshole as it would go.
He tore tirelessly into her rectum, receiving great sensations every time that contact was made.
His body began to shudder, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
He continued pushing forward, drilling his prick into her, nearing the moment of climax.
As he reached the final few strokes of the act, Mickey reached out with both hands and clutched his lover’s ass cheeks tightly.
He liked the idea of the additional stimulation as he sent himself through the closing paces.
“Get set, I’m gonna juice,” he told her.
A burning sensation multiplied both in his cock and balls as he drew himself closer to the threshold of finality. A few more hot stabs in her anal passage would do the trick, and his heart throbbed with anticipation as he pushed closer to that ultimate goal.
At the point at which the juices began to spill out of the end of his phallic dagger, Sheila’s legs trembled and she heaved a loud sigh.
“Kiss me,” she begged; “kiss me while you’re juicing.”
Mickey was only too happy to follow up on her request, so while his fingers remained indented in her ass cheeks, gooey white cream spilled profusely forward and his tongue moved forward.
Mickey’s tongue pierced the inside of Sheila’s mouth, and be felt a great sense of achievement over all that had happened.
He felt her hot breath against his, and that brought him additional joy as the final, few droplets of juice filtered out of the end of his mammoth organ and into her asshole.
It wasn’t until a few seconds after he had finished juicing that he released his tongue from her mouth.
“Sheila, you’re one hell of a fuck,” he exclaimed, slapping her ass cheeks.
Sheila could hardly believe what had happened to her as Mickey withdrew his cock from her asshole.
In fact, if it weren’t for the burning sensations that she unmistakably felt in her anus, she might have thought the whole thing a dream.
CHAPTER 9
A triumphant air of enthusiasm filled Joel’s entire being as a result of what happened that weekend in Palm Springs.
He liked the fact that his wife Sheila had been willing to extend herself far beyond her former limits and engage in a variety of sex activities with another man. Even though there was a side of him that felt a tinge of jealousy toward Mickey, his friend, he couldn’t help but feel that in the final analysis everything had worked out to his benefit.
He was convinced that, after having experienced such passionate lovemaking with Faye, that a new era bad arrived in his life. From that point on he would enjoy a greater variety of sex from Sheila, and would be able to occasionally have sex with Faye as well.
In the days immediately following the weekend escapade, however, he was disappointed by sudden developments that occurred in his life.
Once that Sheila was removed from both Mickey and Faye, she began to sink back into her old shell, but with one basic difference. Now she was overridden with guilt, feeling that she had done something terrible by allowing herself to be talked into swapping.
By the middle of the following week, Joel came home one evening with an enormous hard-on. He had been out testing his automobile all afternoon, and after taking a shower, his prick was standing on en4 to such a nervous extent that he felt he needed immediate release.
He walked into the bedroom, where Sheila was reading a magazine. She wore nothing but a red robe over her panties and bra, and as Joel opened the door, standing there completely nude, he was already mentally undressing Sheila. He knew that all he would have to do would be to remove the sash from her robe, then attack her panties
