1. Sex du Juor: Fuck Me In This Forest


    Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Ass to mouth, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Spanking, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    out—all thanks and in gratitude to a very long and long sexual climax and orgasm. Shit! I didn’t know that the big O’s and comings are capable and able to do away with one’s level-headedness and clear-sightedness itself. What the heck? While sighing out to himself from grave fatigue and lassitude and exhaustion, Stian informs and notifies me, “Have I informed you, Ragnhild, that I have not ever fucked anyone like this in all my entire life?” I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know all that when he had not apprised and acquainted me with it? Anyway, now I have knowledge of it and it is all that matters really… “Roll around now quickly, will you, Ragnhild?” While the words issue and come out of his mouth, I exactly know what he is scheming and even plotting to do with me; which is fucking and battering my anus real hard and good with that massive phallus organ of his until I feel so creature-from-outer-space and no more of myself any longer. To be sincere and forthright with you, I dread and find objectionable anal sex so very much. Why—you may wonder? I am scared and I also find it really horrorful that my anus is going to be hurt and sting to the point and extreme where it cannot recover and pull through back again from the raw, fuckery tribulation. Well, what the heck this all for sure is. Crumby-pumby! Nevertheless, I do as Stian instructs me to. He shifts about my dress further up so that my buttocks and behind is entirely and fully exposed and uncovered to his reach ...
    and sight and after getting that done, he insert sand pops in his finger into my taut, stretched and slumbering anus so as to have fun and amuse himself about with her. I shudder, dreading that moment when he is going to push and slide his immensely giant thing into my cherished arse itself. How am I going to handle that? “Stian,” I cry out, whooping and yelling out his name to be precise. He answers immediately, “Yes, Ragnhild.” “Are you going to fuck my arse too? Is that what you think out to do? Is that it?” “Not today; and don’t ever fret or worry about it either, I beg you. That is not going to take place now or sooner from now. I know and I also am aware of how much badly and truly you are scared and frightened of that. I wouldn’t take joy and pleasure in tormenting and torturing and harrowing you.” At least; that makes me feel good and better about everything. At least the butt suffering and soreness and throe on my part is not coming about any moment now—it surely seems so. Not up till I am ready and geared up for it… Phew. I exhale out noisily; all glad and pleased about everything. It all makes perfect sense now. Stian was and still is just trifling and fooling around with my ass and nothing else. What an alleviation and comfort and remedy it all is to me. Hurrah! “And are we over with the fucking thing and dealing for now, Stian,” I ask him—verbosely and benevolently. He responds while still gew-gawing and gim-cracking and knick-knacking about with my ass as he feels ...
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