From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: Ass-play by DDL
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:20:01 GMT
Ass-play
By DDL
I spread Bill's ass, exposing his dusty-pink, puckered hole. My
finger tip played over it as he stretched out on the bed,
moaning. I snaked my finger into him, feeling his ass fan open
around it. The deeper I penetrated, the louder his moans became.
Looking back at me over his shoulder, Bill begged, "Oh please,
Donnie, Fuck me. Take my hot, little hole. Stick your fat cock
in me, and fuck me."
I bent over him, kneeling between his wide-spread legs with my
cockhead pressed against his asshole. A slight push of my hips
sank my cockhead in his ass. Bill slammed his butt back,
capturing more of my cock in his hungry hole. In one smooth,
steady thrust I mounted him, pushing in, until my balls banged
his upturned cheeks.
He quaked beneath me as I pulled three quarters of my dick back
out, and then slammed it home. He was made, just made for
fucking. His ass was a blast furnace, super-heating my cock.
Bill sucked my cock with his ass, milking it, and driving me mad
with desire.
"Yeah, Billie, you like my fat hog," I asked. He groaned, and
collapsed onto the bed. His energy drained by my cock, he became
my fuck toy, a quivering, open asshole, waiting to please me. I
laid my full weight on top of him, my arms and legs covering his.
I pinned his wrists down as I plied him with my manhood, pumping
him, deep, and pumping him, hard.
I traced the contours of his ear with my tongue before plunging
it inside. I captured his ear inside my mouth and sucked it,
forcing my tongue deep into the canal. When I pulled my mouth
away, Bill shivered as the cool air rushed into his spit-soaked
ear.
I slow-cocked his talented ass using long, deep strokes. I felt
his hole pinch in and out with the movement of my dick. I slid
my arms under his arm-pits and locked my hands behind his neck,
taking away what little control he had left. The word, pussy,
kept echoing through my mind. That's what Bill was: my pussy, my
cock-sheath.
"You like getting your little pussy fucked, Bill?" I asked,
sawing my cock from side to side. "Oh god, yes," he sighed,
"Fuck me, Donnie. Use me like the fuckin' bitch I am."
I wrapped my hands around his neck, and squeezed just hard enough
to cut off his air. I felt him tense up, his asshole twitching
around me. When I released my grip, he gasped for air, sucking
it deep into his lungs. Little by little, I was discovering just
what this boy liked. He liked it rough.
I jammed my hand underneath him and gripped his hard cock,
feeling it pulse with every thrust of my dick. "Yeah, Billie," I
said, whispering in his ear, "That's my pussy. Isn't it?"
"Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth. "All your's...all
your's."
I plied him with my fuck-pole until I almost shot. Then I pulled
out of him, my cock -- popping -- from his ass. I rolled onto my
side, taking him with me, and worked a shit-load of lube into his
ready asshole.
I jabbed a finger into him, and found his prostate. I poked it,
listening to his grunts of pleasure. I slid a second finger
inside, then a third, until I, finally had half my fuckin' hand
shoved up his ass. Bill drew his legs up, pressing his knees
against his chest. In this fetal position, the crack of his ass
splayed open, giving me total access to his defenseless fuck-
hole.
I formed my hand into a wedge, folding it into itself as much as
possible, and pushed. Bill had grabbed the poppers of the night
stand, and was inhaling them. I pushed harder. His breathing
changed as the popper blast hit him, and I pushed again. This
time his asshole unfolded around my hand, swallowing it right up
to my wrist. "Oh, daddy," he groaned, "Yeah, do it to me."
I folded my hand into a fist, slapped some lube on my fore-arm,
and pressed on. Bill was limp, spasms quaking his body. His
head lolled from side to side, mouth open, eyes closed. I turned
his head toward me, and kissed his full, red lips, plunging my
tongue into yet another of his bodily cavities. "Fuck you," I
whispered into his open mouth, "Fuck you."
I had passed through the outer gate of his gut, and now I pressed
against the inner one. "Take some poppers," I ordered. Bill
reached for them, he seemed to be moving in slow motion, uncapped
the brown bottle, and held it to his nose. He inhaled deeply,
holding the vapors in his lungs. When his breathing changed
again, I pushed. The gate-way fell, dilating around my invading
hand.
"Oh jesus christ," Bill groaned, "I have a your arm inside me,
daddy, fucking my pussy. Oh jesus, yeah!" I held my arm still,
feeling Bill's gut hugging it. I gave him time to get used to
it, gave him time to open around me and welcome me home. Then I
started a short jabbing motion, in and out. "Oh, oh," he moaned
as I moved inside him, "Fist me, daddy. Fist my hole."
I watched his ass distend around my arm as I pulled it back,
leaving just my wrist and hand inside him. My fore-arm glistened
as it emerged. Clean as a whistle, I thought, but then Bill
always was. He knew how I liked his hole, and always made sure
it was just right.
I decided to punch fuck him, using just my hand and wrist. "More
poppers," I ordered as I pulled my hand completely out of him.
Bill's elastic asshole stayed open for a second, twitched then
constricted shut. When he was riding the popper blast, I punched
his hole, and watched it suck my fist back it. Bill's body was
stiff as a board, but his asshole was soft, and pliant.
I rolled him over onto his back. He pulled his legs up, locking
his hands behind his knees. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it
under his butt, elevating it to just the right height for
fisting. "Yeah, pussy-baby," I growled, "Get fucked!" Bill
pulled his legs in even tighter against his chest, and said,
between hits off the popper bottle, "Oh, daddy. Yeah. Fist me,
fuck me, fill me. That's your ass, daddy."
Bill's nine inch dick was laying across his stomach, oozing
precum into his navel. Each drive of my fist caused it to stand
up, pulling little webs of precum with it. His cockhead, a deep,
shiny, purple, was soaked #with it. I reached over and twisted
my palm around it, enjoying the hot friction of flesh on flesh.
"Oh, jesus!" Bill screamed, "I'm gonna cum, daddy. I'm gonna
cum." I felt his cock stiffen in my hand as I slipped it down
over his thick dick-shaft. I squeezed it, making his cock crown
shine even brighter. "Here it comes, oh god. Here it comes,"
Bill shouted as his piss-slit widened, and the first blast of his
ball-juice shot up and out. Spurt after spurt blew out of his
cock like white rockets heading for the moon. Before he was
through, his face, chest and stomach were covered #in his own
seed.
I kept working his ass. I pulled my hand out, wrapped it around
my cock, and slid both back up his twitching asshole. I fucked
my hand, inside his ass. A couple of quick pulls was all it
took. My dick stiffened, expanding in my hand, as I dumped my
load in him. Christ, I thought, I'd never stop coming.
Bill grunted as I pulled my cum smeared hand from his asshole.
My cum seeped from his well-fucked, stretched out asshole. He
dropped his legs like they were lead #weights, and cooed, "Oh,
daddy, thank you. Oh, I needed that." I laid down beside him,
taking his face into my hands and kissed his open mouth, spitting
into it. "Me too, baby. Me too," I said as I cradled him in my
arms.
Bill was snoring almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, and I
followed right behind him. Just before I dozed off, I slid a
finger back up his ass, my bookmark, and whispered, "Me too."
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Jerry Gaither
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