My Bull Savagely Stretched My Asshole
I’d never felt anything like this in my life, never really imagined what it would be like. It felt dirty, but it was also arousing beyond belief.
“You slut,” I said looking at myself in the mirror.
I didn’t know what to make of what I saw; a forty-year-old woman with a strange mix of cute and hot and naughty and whorish. To me, it didn’t look like me. But it was what Victor wanted.
I took a shower and took extra time washing my pussy and backside. Then I turned off the water, lay on my back on the shower floor, and got to work with the razor, making sure I removed every stray hair. It took a long time, but when I was done my pubes and ass were smooth and shiny.
It was about time to leave so I pulled on the pink shorts and bra Victor wanted me to wear, and I gathered my blonde hair into twin pigtails. The shorts looked tiny, with an absurdly brief inseam. The waistband lay shockingly low on my waist and my thighs were exposed almost all the way to my butt cheeks. The bra was made of a stretchy material that was sturdy enough to hold things in place, but it was too skimpy and showed a lot of cleavage. The effect of the ensemble was to show off nearly as much skin as possible and look like a gym slut for him.
“Oh, you fucking slut,” I said again at the image in front of me.
When the time came, I exited the front door, aware that any neighbors looking my way would see me in my outrageous outfit, and I walked to my car in the driveway.
It took me only a few minutes to get to Victor’s house, and I pulled the car into a small parking lot. The front door to his house was open, as Victor texted me it would be, so I let myself in.
“Eve,” he said, and he smiled, surprising me. “Good to see you.”
I felt exposed, and a little ridiculous. I showed a lot of skin in the pink gym outfit Victor had me wear but also I kept wondering what he thought about my slutty pigtails.
His eyes slowly scanned my body, top to bottom, and he let out a long, loud whistle.
“Come here, girl.”
I walked tentatively toward him, and I saw movement to the side. I turned, and it was my reflection in a mirror in the hallway. I had to admit, I looked good; my nipples jutted forward, and my butt bubbled out perkily in the back.
I approached him and without further ado, Victor swept one hand behind my waist and pulled me toward him. He overpowered me with his strength and he kissed me on the lips, hard. It was the kiss of a man who knew what he was doing and I surrendered my body to him. That was when I sensed he would do whatever he wanted to do with me whenever he wanted to and that he was in no hurry.
The hand on my waist descended to my butt, and it squeezed my ass gently, before pulling me away and spinning me around, so we both face the same direction. He stood behind me and I felt small and helpless. His hands were on my hips. I trembled. A tingle rose through my body, starting at the spot between my legs that my husband hasn’t touched in weeks, but that this man soon would.
“You look hot. Exactly the way I wanted you to. The pigtails are a nice touch. I didn’t expect that.” he said.
“Thank you,” I cooed. “It’s all for you.”
I spun around, facing him, and now it was my turn to reach up, put my arms around his neck and kiss him. He smiled when our kiss ended.
“Does your husband know you’re here?”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“I have something special planned for you today. You want to know what I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re surrendering your body completely to me tonight. Do you agree to that, without any reservations?”
His strong hand slid up my bare belly to a barely clad breast and he squeezed it. He kneaded my breast, pushing it up and down, side to side while his other hand kneaded an ass cheek, and then it swept around to the front, and he cupped my pubic mound. I pushed back against him. He knew exactly where and how to touch me, and his long finger traced the line of my pussy over the micro-thin lycra shorts.
“Yes…yes, I do,” I responded, enjoying my surrender.
“Before you started seeing me, your ass has never been fucked before, correct?”
“That’s correct,” I responded nervously.
“It’s going to be fucked, today, Eve. Fucked long and hard. I’ll do other things to you, but your ass will be mine.”
His hands went to my bra and pulled, and I held my arms over my head. The bra was tight on my body, so my breasts popped out when the bra finally lifted over them and his eyes feasted on my rosy nipples and pale skin, and then he kissed and sucked on each one. He bit down, very gently, on each tit, and I squealed with glee. God, it felt so good.
Without wasting any time, he pulled my shorts down and I stood naked in front of him, clad now only in white socks, and pink shoes.
“Sit, Eve,” he ordered pointing at the yellow sofa in his living room.
I sat, and then he pushed firmly but gently on my chest, and I lay back. He took an ankle in each hand and lifted them over me, my legs splayed as far back and as far to the side as they would go; I was completely exposed to him, and both of my holes laid bare to his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he said.
A long finger tapped my clitoris and descended, tracing the furrow of my pussy.
“Or maybe I should just fuck your juicy pussy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck my pussy.”
He pushed a finger into the depths of my pussy.
“No, I won’t fuck your pussy today. That’s for later. But I will play with it while I fuck your asshole.”
His finger wiggled inside me, finding my G-spot with no problem, and tickled it. I moaned. I’d never been with a man who took control of my body so easily.
“You have a pretty asshole, too, slut. But you already know that, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
He withdrew his finger from my pussy and slowly traced it downward, to the perineum, and downward still. Finally, it settled over the little hole and he tapped it a few times, tracing his fingertip in a tight circle around it. It tickled, and my body spasmed.
Victor’s strong hands pushed my legs back more and his face descended, and I felt his hot breath on my asshole. My eyes widened when the tip of his tongue began encircling it, so softly that I almost couldn’t feel it. His tongue felt surprisingly strong and hard against me. It withdrew for a few seconds, giving him time to spit on my tight hole, and then he went back to work, spreading spit around and using it to lubricate the path forward into me.
I’d never felt anything like this in my life, never really imagined what it would be like. It felt dirty, but it was also arousing beyond belief. The man I was seeing behind my husband’s back was tasting my asshole! His tongue lapped up its flavor, pressing forward and the tight, closed hole gave way, just a little.
“I can see this will be a challenge. You’re tight down there. I like that.”
“Thank you.”
“You are a good slut.”
“I want to be a good slut for you.”
“Well, we’ll find out how good you are in a minute.”
Victor stood up and removed his clothes with great care. I couldn’t hello but react when his shirt came off and his Adonis-like sculpture of muscle was revealed. I’d seen him naked many times but he always surprised me with how fit he was.
With no further delay, he shucked off his briefs, and his big cock sprang forth, erect and standing out almost straight from his body. Victor walked to me, fully naked and grinning, his hard cock waving back and forth as he drew closer.
“Get on your knees and elbows and stick your ass in the air.”
I did as he asked, and waited. Without warning, he slapped my ass with his open palm and I shrieked.
“God, I like your perfect ass.”
He spanked me harder, and I grimaced with pain and moaned with pleasure at the same time.
“It’s time to fuck you, Eve.”
Victor grabbed a bottle of lube from nearby and held it over my ass, spilling lube directly into my ass crack. The lube trickled down the gap between my cheeks. He poured some of it over his cock, and set the bottle down. He spread it all over his shaft and then used his hands to mash it around my puckered hole.
He pushed down on my back and my ass popped up higher into the air. Then I felt it. For the first time ever, a man’s cock head touched and stood eager and erect at the entrance of my asshole.
One of his hands grabbed my ass, hard, and spread it to the side, opening up the crack between my cheeks. Victor pushed his hips forward and his other hand clutched his shaft to guide it forward to the right spot. I felt his cock head move in circles around the shadowy corona of my hole, spreading lube around.
He pushed forward with his cock and he pulled my body toward him with his firm hand. My asshole yielded little. I pushed, too, backward. I wanted it. His cock-tip was rock hard and it thrust its way just past the opening. I gasped at the feel of my ass being stretched wide. The tip pushed more. My reluctant ass gave up ground.
“Fuck my ass,” I called out.
Victor took his hand off his cock and gripped my hips, hard, pulling my body back forcefully, while his cock rocketed forward, and he filled me at last. I felt like my ass was being invaded. It belonged to Victor now, not to me.
He ground his hard cock inside me, rotating his hips. I was shocked at the ability of my ass to accommodate him. It was weird and joyous at the same time. Never in my life had I felt so much pleasure in surrendering myself sexually to a man’s need.
He began to pull out, and I resisted, pushing back, until he slapped my ass, hard, making me cry out, and I stopped. I waited passively while he took charge, pulling out until his thick cock helmet hit the tight ring of my anus, but before pulling out all the way he stopped, and I waited, poised for him to plunder my ass again. And he did; he thrust in, hard and fast, and I gasped as my back entrance was filled once more.
My ass delighted at his assault. I was getting used to the weirdness and accepting of the unique pleasure of ass-fucking. Suddenly, he pulled out, and my ass made a little noise when he did.
“Flip over, slut.”
I flipped over, again, with my back on the couch, legs wide, facing him. He put his hands under my ass and lifted it.
“Legs back,” he commanded.
I complied as well as I could and my butt went into the air and my legs went back until my feet were behind my head, toes touching the fabric of the couch. My pussy and ass stared at the ceiling, and at Victor.
His mouth descended on me again. He tasted my pussy first, licking it in big noisy slurps, mashing my pussy lips every which way with his lips and tongue. Then he moved south, and his tongue dragged over my taint and into my ass again, only this time, with my hole prepped and gaping, his tongue went in deeper.
He tongue-fucked my open butt hole. My nerves were on fire and I was delirious with pleasure. My hand automatically went to my clit so I could get myself off, but he slapped it away.
“No touching, slut,” he said.
He touched and licked everything: asshole, butt cheeks, clitoris, labia. With expert skill, he kept me on edge, but he knew how not to push me over. It was pure, sheer ecstasy. And without any warning, he stopped licking and pushed his cock back into my hungry hole, slowly thrusting in and out as I got used to his thick cock again.
He threw me on the floor and lifted my legs in the air and I thought the firmness of the grip of his hands on my thighs would leave purple welts, and still, he kept fucking my asshole. Minutes ticked past, and his assault on my asshole never stopped. I lost track of time, and still, he kept fucking my asshole. He stayed hard the entire time. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never experienced anything like it.
He was my first. Not just the first to fuck me in the ass, but the first to fuck me so down deeply and so purely that I felt my womanly essence bloom in a way I’d never experienced before.
After what seemed like an eternity of thrusting and filling and stretching, Victor picked me off the floor and stood me up, and he walked me to the mirror in the hallway, positioning me in front of it.
“Don’t move, slut.”
He left me for a few seconds to grab something. It looked like a partly flattened, purple egg. He ran back to me, big, hard cock flopping all over like a mad thing, taking his position behind me, and shoving his big cock back inside my ass again, and I moaned.
I watched what he was doing in the wall mirror. His thumb rubbed the little purple egg thing and it started humming. He began thrusting fast inside my ass again, and then he pressed the little egg thing against my clit.
My legs buckled, but he held me up. His firm hand and thick cock inside me kept me from falling over. The buzz of the egg on my clit combined with the furious cock-pounding of my ass was, I thought, more sensation than I could handle, but he kept me in place and left me no choice but to handle it. So, I surrendered. I surrendered to him completely, just as I had from the moment we first met.
And I came. I came in a great, shuddering storm of pent-up need. I came like a bomb going off, starting at my clit, the shock wave sweeping over my pussy and ass. I almost cried at my come. Maybe I did. I had orgasmed before, but never like this.
He kept fucking me, with steady and continuous thrusts of his big cock into my spent and sore asshole. But I knew he was close. I felt his pace pick up, and his breathing grew sharper and more ragged.
“Fuck, Eve,” he said and slapped my ass again, hard, and I took it as a gesture of honor.
I watched him in the mirror, watched both of us, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, and soon his hips rocked forth and I felt an unfamiliar wet warmth in my backside.
“Oh, God” he cried, throwing his head back, and I knew he’d cum at last.
Our bodies quivered together as I came again, a second after he did.
I kept looking at us in the mirror, and for a few savory moments, Victor seemed to lose control of himself. He pulled out of me, and cum dripped on the floor, from his cock, and my ass.
We stared at each other, breathing heavily, naked and spent, relishing the sweet, fine finish of our ass-fucking.
“Lick me clean.”
I crawled on my hands and knees across the floor and when I reached him, I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I sucked and licked him clean and when I was done, I crawled back to the couch and lay on it, staring at the ceiling and wondering what I had just done and what I had become.
I reached my pointer finger down between my ass cheeks and pushed. My asshole was still stretched and wide open so my finger slipped in easily. The gelatinous cum from Victor’s cock eased my finger’s way into the tight hole. I wiggled it inside me, pulled it out, held it up in front of my face, and watched the coat of cream glisten in the dim light.
Without hesitation, I put the finger in my mouth and sucked it clean, looking into Victor’s eyes as I did.
“You’re an amazing ass slut, Eve,” he said. In my crazed state, I savored his words as the highest compliment.
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