Below Deck - Love Under Lockdown

I moved her tight little pussy right in line with my thick throbbing cock. Taking it by the base, I stroked the head against her, making her yelp and hum and shake with anticipation. When I thought she was ready, I pushed on. I eased my massive cock all the way inside her, taking time to say hello to her clit and her g-spot on the way.

Carrie lay still and gasped deeply, trying to get used to being so completely filled up. Despite the very snug fit, she gave the go ahead. I started to move backward to get to a more manageable depth and then started back and forth. Rocking in and out of her tight little cunt, pumping her toward ecstasy.

Even with my dominant position, Carrie still managed to follow. So moved by the pleasure I was giving her, she wanted more, sliding her hips in time with my cock. She met each of my thrusts, making things feel even better for me than they already did. Her tight pussy was truly a little bit of heaven on earth.

Feeling the sensation rising and knowing she was about to cum, I held back, letting her go first. My cock still deep inside her, I felt the vibrations through her pussy as she shook with sweet orgasm.

Turning her onto her side without actually pulling out, I bent her legs so her knees were up by her chest and transferred my cock from her pussy to her asshole, only going in as far as the head. I unleashed a mighty torrent of cum, blasting like a firehose up her tight little asshole. Carrie moaned long and loud as she was filled up with my hot load.

When all was through, I moved to pull out. To my surprise, Carrie reached back and grabbed my cock, keeping me in. I could have spanked her. I could have given her a solid, resounding smack that would make her ass turn red, but I didn’t. It was a rebellion, but one I was willing to allow seeing that it was rooted in genuine desire. She wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked in the ass, something I sensed she had no real experience with.

I wasn’t about to just ram it in her. That would in no way turn out well for either of us. Instead, I got down on my knees before her, parted her supple ass cheeks, and began with gentle licks and swirls. At first, I went from her pussy and then up across her asshole before focusing exclusively on the latter. I concentrated on the hard circle approach that she enjoyed so much, if the screaming wails were anything to go by.

Her virgin hole prepared, I arose behind her. My cock returned to full attention and, parting her cheeks as well as I could with one hand, I used the other to press the head of my cock against her. She hummed and gasped before I had really done much of anything.

Her asshole apparently was just that sensitive. Inching forward, I carefully worked my way inside her, her sweet virgin asshole hugging me tightly as I entered. I had never felt so welcome.

Getting about halfway in, I stopped for a moment to allow her to adjust to the feeling. Carrie taking several deep, cleansing breaths. When she was ready, I laid a hand on her hip and started to move inside her.

Working my cock in her tight asshole, she moaned in absolute bliss. So much, in fact, that her muscles gave out, while she had been trying to watch everything as it happened, she finally gave in, slumping against the bed. She continued to moan loudly as I pumped my massive cock inside her, stretching out her tight little asshole with each, slow, careful thrust.

Before long she was relaxed enough for me to go hard, pounding my cock in her as she screamed with delight. It seemed she was going through an almost transcendental experience as she grew closer to orgasm. I helped her along by gently fingering her pussy as I fucked her, paying particular attention to her clit and making her scream with even greater conviction.

Finally, in one burst of pure joy, she came. Her orgasm mixed with her ass-task, she shook on the bed. Pulling out as gently as I could, I tenderly massaged her stretched out ass hole as she recovered. I got onto the bed with her. Our lips drew together as though by nature, our soft kisses again echoing through the space beyond.

Chapter Four – Carrie

I never felt lazy. It was an impossibility going down to the genetic level. I was Scottish and the Protestant work ethic was in my blood. Or at least my mind. Drilled into place by years of instruction and reminders. I also had a near cliché level of thrift, but that had more to do with necessity than breeding.