The promise land

“Holy heck,” Sofia gasps. “Have you done that before?”

“Uh-uh,” I grunt, kissing over the angry welts that are finally starting to subside.

“So that was your first time?”

“A couple of things tonight have been a first for me,” I say against her skin, pausing my kisses long enough to get the words out.

She reaches back blindly so that her fingers find my hair, resting there, as I worship her butt.

“You’re full of surprises,” she whispers. “And how was… your dessert?”

“Awesome,” I say with a chuckle. “I didn’t know what to expect, but I was always curious.”

A single huff of a laugh comes out. “Well, I’m glad I went to freshen up.”

Giving up on my affections for conversation, I sit a bit more upright, causing her hand to lose its place in my hair. Sitting on my heels, I try to keep my weight off her calves. “What do you mean?” I ask, massaging her butt a little more forcefully. It must not sting as badly, since I don’t see her wincing like she did previously.

“You said you were an ass man, and considering that all of your attention seemed to be on mine tonight, I figured better safe than sorry.”

It takes my highly distracted brain a second to catch on to the fact she’s saying she cleaned up when she went in the bathroom earlier. “Got it!” I finally exclaim. “Sorry, I was distracted,” I finish, lightly patting her butt.

She lets out what sounds more like a courtesy laugh, while reaching to pat at my knee. “Up,” she tells me.

When I shift my weight to swing my leg around to unstraddle her, she quickly says, “No, don’t get off, just lift up. And scoot back for a second.”

Sliding further down her legs, she lifts up a bit, placing one, then two, of her plush pillows underneath her hips. Satisfied she has them situated where she wants them, she lowers her weight back down, except now her ass is naturally elevated.

One last adjustment has her hand sticking out from between her sexy, parted legs. “Come here,” she instructs.

I immediately crawl forward until I’m close enough to place my neglected cock in her outstretched hand. When I push down to bring it to her, her fingers wrap around it so that she’s got a good grip. It’s not overly tight, and giving it a few teasing strokes, she readjusts so that it’s just her thumb and forefinger circling the head. Squeezing to keep a hold on it, she tugs forward, guiding me toward her.

I shuffle up a little more and plant my hands on her hips for balance. She swipes my tip through her swampy cunt, coating me in her girl cream, adding her lube to my overflowing precum, until my entire head is glistening. The warmth of her snatch is what dreams are made of, and I watch the lips part around me to welcome me in.

On the third pass she pauses at her entrance, getting the angle of her hips just right, and pulls gently. I get the hint, pressing forward. I push into her easily with how wet she already is, and enjoy the view of actually being able to watch my cock disappear inside her. I sink in halfway, then pull back, repeating the motion a few times, using long, slow strokes that let her adjust and let me enjoy the sensation of her gripping me.

On the fifth stroke or so, when I pull almost all the way out, she moves slightly forward. My cock slips free with a wet sound, flinging up to smack against my abdomen, and then freely bobbing in the air. Before I can react, her hand reaches around to find me, and tightens around my cock once more.

She pulls it downward so the head drags through her folds again a few times, then raises it higher and adjusts her hips. My spongy head is suddenly pressing against the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.

I freeze, as my brain stops functioning, and watch as she swipes me back and forth over the rim. Her hand is controlling everything and swiping me across her backdoor, coating her in our combined secretions. Then she presses the head firmly against her rosebud so that the tightly puckered dimple gives just the slightest bit under the pressure. When it starts to force her delectable knot open, she backs off, and brings it back down to her pussy with a sigh. After a few more drags through it, she gathers more of her natural lube on my head and places it back where it was.

Gripping my cock a little more firmly between her two digits, she realigns herself, and pushes back once more. My jaw is slack while I watch the tip force her asshole open around it. I sit and brace myself, holding her hips, too afraid to move, until I’m yanked back to reality by a question that forces my brain to try and restart.

She looks back over her shoulder, finding my eyes with hers.

“You ever done this before?” she asks quietly.

I shake my head, too stunned by what’s happening to speak at first, then clear my throat. “No.”

She nods once, pressing back a little harder, and bites her lip as her brow knits together.

“Ok,” she says, nodding. “You’re easily the biggest I’ve ever let do this, so go easy, papi. I might need a minute.”

When my head is lodged deep enough to be fully seated, her hand leaves me to place both palms back against the headboard again. She takes a deep breath as I feel the pressure increase when she pushes back. Then once more, she pushes even harder so that I start to sink inside.

She gasps when her body tenses, and her asshole spasms around the crown.

I groan at the vise-like grip that feels oh so good. I’ve never felt anything so tight, and get lost in the fluttering spasms as she adjusts. She’s holding there, breathing through whatever she needs to, and I’m content to stare at the marked and trembling ass cheeks that frame my hardon.

“Easy,” she murmurs, more to herself than me when she takes the inch beyond the head. “Just… let me get it started.”

I hold my place, except for my hands. I abandon her hips to palm her cheeks, and spread her wider, fighting the instinct to force my way in. As much as I concentrate on not pushing forward, my cock throbs inside her, begging me to let it have its way.

After several seconds, her grip is loosening, allowing some blood to flow to and from the head at last, then she pushes back. Another inch slides in. Then another. Before I know it, half my length is buried in her ass.

She lets out a shaky moan, dropping her forehead to rest on her forearms.

“Verga!” she grunts. “I hope you were telling the truth about loving my ass, because that thing is a fucking monster. I better not be doing this for nothing.”

I groan at the sound of her accent slipping out again and how hard she’s working to try and take me. I reposition my hands so I can dig my fingers into the meatier part of her rump, and then spread her wide again. I don’t want to miss seeing a single inch of my cock disappearing into her work of art. Every quiver of her asshole around me sends a new jolt straight to my balls.

“Oh my god, it’s worth every second,” I groan through gritted teeth. “You feel un-fuckin-real.”

She exhales a trembling laugh, then rocks forward an inch, before pushing back to take some more. Another inch sinks in. Even more. The vice-like grip is unrelenting.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re already so deep,” she breathes. “Go ahead and start moving… I’m going to need some help with the rest.”

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