I finally began to slow. He slid down a little and started pumping me from below as I lay on him, working his cock in my ass in rhythm with his hand. My legs lifted as my body tightened and he grunted with every thrust. Something in him made him draw back further, move faster, push harder, driving me down an ecstatic edge. I rolled through a thin space that was between pleasure and pain and both. My cunt throbbed, heat tore through me and the fullness spread through my body until I could feel it under my skin.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered.
I couldn’t stand it. I thrashed, and when my peak hit it was an explosion, a blast that rolled through my body and sent waves of shivering heat and cold through me, sent shocks down my limbs, curled my toes and balled my hands into fists, clenched my teeth and made it feel like my hair was standing on end, like waves and waves of fingers were rolling over my scalp, and all though it that hot rod was there, throbbing, urgent, using me, filling me.
He bucked up under me and lifted me up and I could feel it. I could feel the throbbing pulse as he spent himself inside me, as his motions became hotter, faster, slicker as he pumped the cum and slipped his cock all through it inside me.
I sprawled out on top of him. He slid his arms around my waist and worked his hips slowly as he finished, and I slid off of him and landed on the bed with a little grunt. As his cock left my ass I felt the first real pain. Pulling out hurt more than putting it in, for some reason. I yelped a little and he turned around to hold me in his arms while I shuddered and whimpered from the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.
My ass throbbed. It wasn’t sore, really, it just felt so weird. Like I’d been spread open.
“Hey,” he said, after a while. “Lilly will be home soon. You should get cleaned up.”
I nodded. “Was it good? Did I do good?”
“You did great. Especially for your first time.”
As he left and I went to clean myself up I felt strange. I sat in the tub for a long time, soaking in the heat from the bath, but I didn’t feel clean. I fucked my sister’s husband. Two parts of me warred. I couldn’t let this happen again, but it felt so good. If she found out…
***
He gave me little gifts, touched my shoulders, but as the second semester wore on it happened less and less. In the summer, Lilly gave birth to a baby girl. By then the arguments had stopped and Todd slowly stopped showing me attention. We never had sex again after that. I thought about it, and I know he thought about it, but I refused.
It was a terrible thing I did, a betrayal, but it could have been worse. He needed release and I needed to be that release. They have two kids now, they’re still together, and I’m going to marry my boyfriend when I finish grad school.
His name is Jason. He always says he’s lucky to have found a girl that loves it in the ass.
If he only knew how I acquired that taste.
Taylor
“We can work something out. We’ll make this work, I promise.”
Dr. Carrington had been pressuring me on this for months. The head of the history department had something of a reputation as the ‘party professor’ around campus. People said her ‘gatherings’ could get pretty wild, and there were some pretty intense stories about the Christmas party she threw every year for her top students, but invitation only. I always found her a little intimidating. The idea of a female history professor conjures images of a beeteley woman in shapeless pantsuits with thick glasses and chalk dust in her hair, but Carrington was everything but. Taller than most men, she was a bombshell and it was said that freshmen and education majors and others that had to take cross-curricular classes in history would fight over spots in her courses, which always filled up fast. To take all her classes you had to be a history major and she had to pull strings to get you in. I ended up with her for my intro course by chance and she took a liking to me right away.
Sitting in her office made me feel a little uncomfortable. It shouldn’t have, I mean we were two women. As nervous as she made me, I adored her. She was everything I wanted to be and never was. Besides her height she was buxom, shapely, and graceful. She had actually done some modeling in her youth and there were some borderline lewd pinup pictures of herself on her wall in a place of prominence along with her diplomas and awards. Her flawless skin was always just tanned enough to be a lovely golden color and freckles dusted her cheeks and chin, and her hair was a lovely honey brown that was almost dirty blonde, and she made it shine. She usually wore it loose, spilling down around her shoulders. As we had the argument again, she played with it, twirling heavy soft locks of hair around her fingers as she scribbled on a pad with a fountain pen clutched between her delicate fingers. Her big blue eyes had a kind of force, pinning me down in the chair.