1. His First Anal


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Boys/Teen Female, Male/Female, Teen Female/Boy, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: xLexiV, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    on him, it was easy to drag him to the end of the bed and throw his stockinged legs up on my shoulders. My hands each cupped a tiny cheek, and I smiled, enjoying being able to step so deeply into male shoes. If only the sensitivity of my breasts could transfer to my penis for this session! I tossed my head nostalgically for a feeling I'd never had, and then watched in the headboard mirror as my arms bulged with the effort of lifting that little ass up while I stroked. I glanced in the easel mirror, enjoying the juxtaposition of the hard leather harness and soft stocking, the black stocking and red feeldoe... Feeling proud of myself for learning to judge the length of my strokes better and not accidentally pop out, I set his ass on the bed, caressing his legs and body, practically purring. I eased in as we rested, finally employing the vibrator. I can't remember the last time I saw a man that bug-eyed. He looked like I'd just short-circuited his entire lymbic system. Finally, he understands why I don't - can't - talk during sex. After all these years, I get to watch someone undergo a sexual exorcism, instead of being the subject. In that moment, he surely forgave me for all those half-hour g-spot massages where his fingers had cramped up or gone numb. As his arms flailed desperately across his chest and back out in crucifixion pose, hands twisting the comforter, I synchronized my kegels and my finger on that little magic button. Bzzt! Bzzt! ... Bzzt! Sometimes I had ...
    rhythm; sometimes I syncopated just to prolong the novelty. After a few solid minutes of anguished bliss, his hands clamped down on my forgotten breasts. Looking me in the eye with a mixture of anger, desperation, and ecstasy, he told me to stop fucking teasing him and fuck him. Unable to keep my smug smile from blossoming, in a surprisingly saccharine voice I replied, "No." His frustrated roar and the thump of his back against the mattress set me off, though. We both identify and respect each other as dominants, but at this moment, I couldn't fight the rush of power exchange flowing through me, real or projected. I dug my thumbs into his hips, my fingers into his cheeks, and unleashed the other half of me - the half that rarely finds satisfaction because of my mild vaginismus. At this moment, it was though my cervix didn't exist, and I could fuck with the animal abandon I always collared within myself to avoid yet another incredibly painful experience. Neither of us orgasmed, but the summed intensity of our feelings surely equaled those few moments of climax. Drawing out the pleasure over almost four hours was surely the better, harder end of the stick. Nonetheless, we both sensed our bodies' reserves emptying. Although my impossibly hard cock could keep going forever, I let him guide me out, using our little hand signals. Before I withdrew, I gave his prostate a few good nuzzles, using my kegels to wiggle the head again. His unabashed gasps and writhing assured me he now truly ...