Thursday, June 3, 2010

NAKED Backdoor by Kendall Swan


NAKED Backdoor by Kendall Swan

His wide and long shaft pushed into her wet sex relentlessly. John loved Scarlett's tight, little body. Her breasts were small but supple beneath his fingers, giving easily as he squeezed them.

The delicate features of her face displayed her mix of arousal and pain. The blonde hair on the back of her head was being teased with each stroke of his cock into her pussy.

She moaned. She was so hot. She turned John on with slightest gesture. It felt like he wanted to fuck her all the time. And John loved that she was all woman-- her most feminine feature being the ability to allow herself to be taken by her man, fucked any way he asked.

He did ask. He probably wouldn't get his way for very long if he didn't. But a 'no' had yet to cross her luscious twenty-four year old lips. And probably never would.

He was her 'one'. And she would make him a great wife someday.

He kissed her right ankle before putting it back on his shoulder. He grasped her hips and pounded her harder.

She was dripping. She loved it, and him, so much.

John bent slightly to reach a hand around her hip to her rosebud. His finger grazed it. Her legs, pushed even closer to her body when he bent down, involuntarily spasmed at his touch.

Her body was like a live wire of sexuality. John doubted she was even aware of how deep her talents lie.

He slowed his cock's rhythm and pushed the tip of his finger inside her backdoor. Her body tensed and tried to squeeze him out. But he stayed.

She opened her pale blue eyes, a questioning look on her face.

"My sweet Scarlett, may I fuck your ass?"

Scarlett inhaled sharply. Her eyes wide, John slid his finger deeper inside her second hole while simultaneously pushing forward to kiss her. Her kneecaps were touching the tops of her breasts as their lips met.

He ravished her mouth. His cock and fingertip both went back and forth at a slow and steady pace. Scarlett's asshole hugged his finger in concert in concert with her pussy muscles.

Getting his cock all the way in would take time. And lube.

Gingerly, John stood back up and removed his finger from her anus. He bent over and kissed Scarlett, bending her body to the compact sandwich shape once again.

Scarlett's worried eyes remained trained on his when he eased his slick penis out of her willing vagina. John took a few steps back and Scarlett's legs came down to dangle over the edge of the bed.

"Where are you going, honey?" she asked.

John didn't answer immediately. That was a thing he did, keeping her on her toes. Being mysterious despite their intimacy.

He retrieved the lube from under her sink that he had stashed there a couple of weeks ago. Scarlett's eyes locked onto it the moment he returned to the bed.

"It's okay, sweets. I promise you'll love it. I won't let you go unpleasured."

"Um, okay, it's just that...I've never done that before. Have you?" she asked, her elbows propping her up to chat.

John suspected she was fishing for more time or a way to delay this. She needed to be shown the power of her own body.

"Scarlett, it's amazing how you have made it so many years without being aware of your body and all its hidden pleasures."

Scarlett blushed as John knew she would. John lay down beside her. His still erect cock pushed against her hips as he threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her passionately.

He genuinely wanted Scarlett to enjoy herself, if only so he could fuck her backdoor again.

John slid down the bed, briefly tasting her wet pussy with his tongue before standing and positioning his swollen member at her slit.

"Just a little more of your sweet pussy, then we'll get to work."

John moaned as he pushed inside of her. She was more wet but still as tight as when he first entered her. He loved that she stayed this tight until her second or third orgasm. Her moan covered up his as he filled up her small space.

He pounded her for a couple of minutes and pulled out. Her rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb and applied lube to his cock with his other hand. He rubbed some around her rosebud for a second. His finger went in quicker this time. He pushed it far inside. Her ass reacted instantly.

"It's okay. It's okay. Just feel it. Get used to it. Relax," John said.

"John, I don't know," she pleaded.

Not a 'no' but the closest she had ever come.

"Scarlett, do you trust me? Don't I always make you feel good?"

She nodded with reluctance. He could see subtle changes in her expression as she concentrated on relaxing. Whatever was going on in her pretty little head was working. Her sphincter muscle let up a little. John pushed his finger in and out, not letting the tip escape.

He continued rubbing her clit with his thumb and slid two of his fingers from the same hand into her cunt. He hooked his fingers up towards her belly to get at her g-spot. After very little attention there his finger flew back and forth in her ass.

Scarlett's eyes widened in surprise.

"I told you. You are so hot, Scarlett."

A guttural sound of want emanated from John's hair covered chest.

He quickly slipped his finger out of her backdoor and held his gleaming, lubed up cock, aiming it for entry into Scarlett's smallest hole.

His thumb and fingers kept up their dance on her clit and g-spot as he nudged his helmet inside her. She resisted despite her arousal.

"Relax, sweetheart. Relax."

Finally, his head was in. John added more force to his forward motion. Scarlett whimpered. John slowed momentarily to spend time on her pussy and bud.

But patience was not John's strong suit. He soon resumed his exploration of her tight, tight ass that was squeezing him into new levels of ecstasy in an effort to get him out.

Her whimpering grew louder as he got nearer the limit of her depth. He still needed an inch and a half more to be completely enveloped by her, to completely take her.

Scarlett's wetness in her pussy grew as he rubbed her clit harder, flicking it every few minutes.

He reached her end, pulled back a little, and shoved it back in. Scarlett released an animal-like sound in response.

John pulled back farther and rammed deep into her ass. Her wet pussy lips slammed against his groin. His hair became soaked with her juices.

Soon, he was plunging in and out of her ass as she steadily relaxed.

The cadence of his cock in her ass and thumb on her erect nub made music with body.

Scarlett's whimpering and cries of pain gave way to moans of pleasure as John knew they would.

The soft, billowy pleasure of her pussy surrounding his steel rod had been replaced with the tight tugging of muscle gripping his every rock-hard inch. He was edging closer to unloading it all.

John loved watching her breasts jiggle with each of his thrusts. Her pale nipples had turned darker and harder of their own accord.

He held her waist with his free hand to pull her little body closer against his.

Her legs had risen up as she relaxed. They alternated between flailing and using his shoulders for leverage. Her body was heating up beneath his hand. She was on her way up and over.

John loosened his grip on her waist. Immediately, her ankles landed on his shoulders to tempt him in deeper. She was now fucking him back.

John held back his orgasm with much effort to wait for her. He could even see how hard her little clit had become under his thumb. He flicked it faster--risking her becoming numb and having to take a long break to draw her back. He hated that.

Scarlett's body was burning up and John hammered relentlessly as she threw her head back in release. Her ass muscles clenched his dick as hard as they could while he kept ravaging her hole.

Moans and yells and exultations of god, thanks, and John's name flew out of Scarlett as she swam the waves of orgasmic elation.

Hearing that was all John could take. He fucked her ass as hard as he could, holding her hips with both hands.

He fucked, rammed, crashed into her, taking her as best he could, bringing her to her limits while she did the same to him.

Hot seed exploded in the depths of her ass, surge after surge flooding her ravaged interior.

John's awareness of her and the world around him had ceased to be as he drowned in his own pleasure.

Eventually, the world returned to him. He opened his eyes to find his girlfriend sated and smiling.

Smiling was good.

Smiling meant this would happen again.

John pulled out, went to her sink, and washed off. He was vaguely aware of her talking as he plopped down on the bed next to her and promptly lost consciousness.


THE END




NAKED Backdoor
By Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Cover Art © 2010 by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
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Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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