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Karen wants all of my cum inside of her. " Thank you for the best night," She told me. " So are we going to have a few more of these," I asked. "God I hope so," She said. We kissed one more time for what seems like forever. Karen watches me walk to my car. Karen wishes she would have accepted my sex addiction and my need for sex multiple times a day a long time ago. As I got in my car I turn pulling her panties out of my pocket, rubbing them on my face. Karen called me " Follow me home, John. I need to be with you tonight.
We arrived at her house, going to the bedroom and stripping our clothes off. My cock had recovered and is rock hard.
My hand pushes down against her spine, holding her flat to the mattress. As Karen turns her head to look round at me I thrust downwards, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Karen's heart thudded heavily. For a moment she is so intently aware of the air against her exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet makes her shiver. It drew a groan from me. A low primal sound,
Unseen she hears the pop of a plastic lid. It drops softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. Her body tingles all the way to her toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossoms, this is going to hurt. All our time married Karen always refused to try anal sex. She always talked of how dirty and taboo anal sex was and there seemed no arousal. She feared the possibility of pain. Her breath choked in her throat as she fights for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal. I slap her buttocks stealing her thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Her breath stops. Her pussy wept. Her brain whips wildly between wanting and not wanting. When she had adjusted to the rhythm of my slaps, waiting I press my cock to her tight virgin ass hole. Karen's body is lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice her objection. Her fingers digging into the quilt below her. Karen is wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under me but I rest my weight on her, pinning her firmly.
My cock head pulsing against her ass hole. One, twice, she begins to shake her head, no, I thrust downward. So hard and so sudden, my cock so greased, that her body opens for me in a way it never has before. Thick, thick, hard meat fills her tight virgin hole, so thoroughly that she yelps in shock. Her tight anal muscle rings hot with the force. Karen gasps, too shocked to interpret any sensations. My cock is thicker than it has ever been, feeling more like a ball bat. It sits deep inside her, pulsing with forbidden promise. Her muscles are stinging. Her body jerking under me in an attempt to reject my invasion. I groan and hiss through my teeth. Shockingly my cock seems to grow thicker. It pulses and thickens even further. My thighs shuddering as they press against hers. Just when she thought I'm in as deep as I can go I press down opening her up another inch, then two. Karen gasps. I groan. Karen has thoughts to push me off, the shock so encompassing, then she breaths out and realized that though it hurt it is not the hurt of her fears.
Her ass does hurt, it burns and pulses with the abuse of the invasion, the heat moistened her cunt beyond regular slickness. Karen feels her arousal sliding down her thighs. Karen makes a soft helpless sound, trapped between her pain and her desire. Unable to decide. Karen didn't have to. I chose for her. With a roar of primal masculine need I pull back a fraction, grazing my cock against the sensitive wall of her ass, then I shove down with my hips with a ferocity that overwhelms her. My cock spearing deep into her ass. It feels like a baseball bat and not my cock is fucking her. Her hole is so narrow, so tight, that my cock is magnified proportionately. It delves like a punch that kept coming until it feels like an unending length of cock is ploughing all the way to her throat.
The sensation is so strong, so wrong, that she cries out. I stop, hold myself still so that the only movement is the thud of my pulse. My pulse is so strong, so deeply buried in her, that she moans and stretches beneath me. Rolling her spine so that her buttocks pushes upwards towards me, a small encouragement that didn't unnoticed. I take advantage of her raised hips slipping my hand between her legs. Two fingers sliding into her wet pussy. Her orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. She rocks and groans, helpless beneath me. With a growl I add two more fingers, stretching open her pulsing cunt force-feeding her body with sensations. My heat surrounding her, invading her, and coaxing her. Whichever way she turns she is assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp her shoulders with my chest hair, straining away from my fingers forced my cock deeper into her aching ass, and peeling away from my cock impaled her on my fingers.
Karen rocks in sensational oblivion. Her body so alive to every touch that she can only shake and tremble, her mouth too disconnected from her brain to form words. I wait until her climax subsides. Until she is shivering weakly, and panting. Karen feels the tension of my intention but lacks the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazes the hard bud of her nipple and as her body jerks in reaction I pull away from her. My cock seems to stretch her ass on its way out as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that she had barely registered that when I thrust back in. Stiffening beneath me at the fierce lunge, her muscles tensing in protest, my fingers bunched inside her cunt spreading her wide open, stretching those muscles from within.
As Karen grows accustom to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessens and is replaced by the sensation of me sliding my greased cock along the walls of her ass. It was somewhere that had not been stimulated before and feels something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this is not true pain, not unbearable, she relaxes more deeply and is assailed by the sensation of my cock rubbing the length of her tight, tight space. My breathing deepens and that triggers another sensation. The knowledge that her body is going to make me cum is so erotic. Karen feels the tension in my thighs, the hardening of my cock, the burrowing of my fingers and the rasping of my breath on her shoulder.
" Dirty little bitch." I hiss. Karen smiles at the words, can't stop herself. They are not erotic ones but from my lips they are the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses in the world. Better still Karen feels dirty, my fat hard cock pumping deep into her ass. It didn't matter how liberated she is it feels wrong. And when something feels this wrong it had to be right. Karen grinds down against my hand, demanding, urging, my fingers to probe deeper inside her, ripping another orgasm from her. It is too much for me; I give a bellow, one of triumph. With a painful grinding of my hips I pump thick streams of hot cum into her ass while she shook beneath me, her own pleasure heightened by mine.
Karen sighs stretching her arms above her head, her body shaking with satisfaction. " Ok you were right. I did enjoy anal." I growl slapping a palm across her ass. " I don't know why you didn't try it before when we were married, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."
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