Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2012 09:39:12 -0500 (EST)
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: A Slap Too Far

For the very first time I clamped during Jeff's fuck. I just stiffened and
stopped responding.

He was puffing and panting and almost there but the fact is he was bloody
well hurting me, he was talking me a little too much for granted,. Okay - so
we  had frequently enjoyed the rough fuck with handcuffs and his briefs
tied around  my face - and yes it was rather lovely to experience the tiger in
him as he sunk  deep inside me every which way until we were both well and
truly done for, save  a mutual sucking or two.

But really it was just his attitude of late, it is hard to explain but it
wasn't the Jeffrey I had come to love and cherish. His slaps were just that
little too hard and when he started whipping me it was getting to the point
when  afterwards I could hardly sit down.

Okay, so it was one of his `things' the spanking scene and he said he
loved  to spank me over his lap in my tightest of jeans which, he said, gave my
buttocks the best prominence to delight  in effect - it took me a long time
 to get used to, but I discovered after the first initial slaps which stung
like  hell, my ass cheeks became quite numb and I felt a wonderful warmth
which, with  his ample pampering afterwards, slipping down my tight jeans and
my briefs and  feeling him snuggling away deep between my buttocks was
sheer heaven, and that  combined with the taste  of his long stiff cock sent me
into a particular  frenzy that no other guy had ever matched. There is just
something about sucking  cock and being sucked that can only be understood
if you have done it yourself.

It took me a few times to suck him off until he came in my mouth, I
usually, on hearing the way he breathed and knowing he was about to shoot, came
away at the last second and usually ended up with a face covered in his white
 cum which, in itself was lovely, but later more lovely was the feel of his
hot  fresh cum shooting into my mouth, rolling the fuck juice around and
around in my  mouth until I was ready to swallow before the next torrid dose
of cum spurted  through his p-hole as I wanked him stiffly into my mouth.

And all the time, simultaneously, me feeling myself reach that point of no
return and knowing too his mouth was well wrapped around my cock,  so when
I did shoot the feeling was utterly divine,

Sometimes we managed to cum too at the same time which was riveting and
that deep French kissing afterwards reflected the true depth of our deep lust,
 desire and love for each other.

But back to the present, in clamping Jeff he knew once and for all he had
taken liberties and I was not going to be treated like a piece of meat. I
told  him I would ration the spanking until he learnt how to modify, that my
ass was  not about to become a veritable scarred facade with the beating he
had started  to give me. The bare hand spanking was fine, even some caning
but when it came  to the horse whipping I told him I was no horse and if he
wanted to continue our  relationship, he must refrain

Jeff sort of looked me and offered his apologies and soon I was putty in
his hands again as he ventured to make up with lots of spoiling galore and
treated me to lots of great feelings with feathers and the like, giving my
cock  and balls a really good seeing too as he whispered in my ear all the
things he  knew I loved to hear, there was no one I had known before could
dirty talk like  Jeff and when he did I soon became ripe and ready for him to
the extent I found  myself rolling over onto my stomach, lifting my body onto
my knees and  presenting to him my ass propped up  and ready -  yelling at
him to  fuck me good and true. But then as always was his mouth having his
fling of me  first, his tongue licking up my freshly spurted  cock cream, and
my balls  and my assehole which ached for his penetration. But he sucked and
sucked me  until I could stand it no more, in fact I was ordering him to
fuck the hell out  of me and let me feel his great stiff hard cock up inside
me full length.

Jeff was back again, his old self but I think it made him realise my
boundaries, had it have gone much further in that direction I feel our wonderful
relationship would have dimmed . It was just that deep thing in his head,
something I believe  is part of the inherent human make up, dating back to
the time when we had to be violent and vicious to survive.

Now after our prolonged fucking he stood there for me, his cock and balls
hanging down looking  well satisfied - or so he thought, I hadn't finished
with him yet and still had an abounding appetite for that cock, I was
besotted  with him and he knew it, it was time to make that hanging  fuck tube
stiff  again and ,with a little persuading from tongue, mouth and finger tips
teasing,  it wouldn't be long before I could just kneel there before him and
enjoy that so  wonderful fresh assholed fucked  cock, still feeling its mass
inside me  like it was still there because he had fucked me so sublimely.

Now feeling him rise in my mouth was a bonus indeed, and the taste of his
p-hole was really something as I gently teased and poked it with my busy
tongue.  The wonderfully pungent and earthy taste and feeling of hot cock
inside your  mouth was something of which I know no parallel, and so, without
using hands  this time, just the movement of my mouth and neck, I was able to
simply relax  and enjoy him at ease until he came so wonderfully splendidly,
that finished the  episode of our afternoon together perfectly.