Gag Or Puke

“So you’re equating a beautiful assfuck with a mousetrap?”
“Sort of,” she giggled. “I mean, show me a new way to get off, like
you just did, and I’ll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting more.”
I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass that I
had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, prying them
apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring back of the sofa.
“What are you doing, young man?”

“I’m back at the doorstep again,” I replied, searching for her anal
button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing inward
slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I was eager to
play back there again.

I smiled. “I’m glad I held off, like you asked.”
“I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. I guess I’m
what you call anal-erotic.”
I laughed. “Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I had
come earlier?”
She laughed also. “You’ll never knew, my sweet David, will you?”
“I guess I never will.” When our lips met, her tongue went right for
my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating
that familiar stirring in my manhood that had disappeared inside her
wonderfully tight derriere.

I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because she
slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located my semi-
erect penis. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager
mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.
“Don’t you ever quit?” I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.
“Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your
door,” she quipped.

We both came down slowly. I didn’t dare withdraw myself from her. I
just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole, feeling every once
in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we
had just done. Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto
the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending.
Beth turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to
belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held me.
She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. “That was
great,” she whispered sexily.

“Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!”
Her immodest exclamations, within earshot of the others, drove me to a
new frenzy. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and
out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she
groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than
breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark abyss.
My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to feel
hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples
between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the
nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture,
that seemed to do the trick. “I’m coming!” she cried. “I’m coming!
YESSSSSSS!”

Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume from her
orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her with spurt after
spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a doubt, one of the best
fucks I had had in long time. I hoped she felt the same way.

Beth was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic instinct she
never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she developed a far different
attitude toward our love-making. Outside of a few “dirty” words like
“fuck” or “suck”, said in the heat of passion to titillate me, she had
never been one to be vocal about her needs–until now!







“OH! Fuck my ass!
Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, David, it feels so
good!”
Her voice could be heard through the house. “Hey,” I said softly,
“the others will hear you.”