Her Ass

Alan knew what he wanted. Never in his life had the meek little Englishman even considered the possibility of fucking anyone in the ass, but now he couldn't take his eyes off the glistening folds of the veiled beauty's fleshy bud as it twitched and winked at him, nestled as it was in the deep cleavage of her gorgeous rump.

With a deep grunt, Alan pulled the strange, pale woman towards him and angled his throbbing pole at her glistening asshole. Although her skin was strangely cool, the meaty ring of her twitching sphincter was hot and slippery as he tried impatiently to **** himself into her tiny anal passage.

His cock slid between the mysterious woman's plump asscheeks, the milk-white flesh soft around his rigid manhood. He pressed again, but her meaty ring was too tight and his pole slipped up and past her cheeks again. The woman let out a keening sigh and leaned back, presenting her delicious white peach, grinding against him like a cat in heat and massaging his veiny fuckstick between the gorgeously soft pillows of her thick booty until her crack was slick and sticky with precum. She reached back and gripped her asscheeks with both hands. Her fingers were pale and slender, with long, dark nails, that dug viciously into her assflesh as she spread herself for Alan.

Her asshole was a fleshy, distended oval, the ring dark against her snowy cheeks. As she **** herself apart, the hot pink insides became more visible, the bumpy, slippery walls of her inviting anal tunnel shading into darkness. Gripping his cock at the base, Alan leant in and gave her one last kiss, sliding his tongue up her glistening asspipe. Planting his hand firmly on the base of her spine, pushing her down and holding her in place, he raised himself over her and pressed the flared head of his throbbing rod against her spread-open anus. He felt the meaty O of her ass kiss his swollen cockhead, begging him to push deeper. He pressed down with his thumb, and his fat glans popped past her sphincter.

The strange, pale woman moaned in ecstasy as the fat cockhead lodged itself in her tight hole. Her voice seemed to come from faraway, muffled by the intense, thick steam. Gripping her plump booty in both hands, Alan shoved forward, forcing his pole deeper between her mounds, impatiently sawing in and out until her anus was snug around the base of his pulsating shaft. It squeezed the root of his penis, gripping it like a meaty cockring and making the veins stand out as they stretched her bowels.

Alan pulled his hips back, unsheathing his entire shaft in one sudden movement with only the flared head left stuck behind her puffy ringpiece. Then he slammed forward again, punching back in and slamming his hips against her plump ass, the slap of thigh on thigh ringing out as her booty shook beneath him. Brain filled with hitherto-unknown (indeed unthinkable) lust, Alan groaned as he began to fuck this mysterious woman in her silky asshole, his thick, red cockbulb leaking precum, forcefully lubricating her submissive marshmallow asshole. Though her skin was unnaturally cold, the anal walls that clenched and writhed around Alan's cock were as hot and steamy as the jungle-wet haze that filled the room. With each thrust the woman moaned, arching her back, offering herself as an anal sacrifice to Alan's rampaging desire.

*SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!* Alan increased his pace, pounding his shaft deep into the woman's clenching insides, ballsack slapping against her drooling, pink cunt. The mist seemed to become even thicker around them until they were all there was. Tendrils of fog caressed their bodies, sliding across their skin. The whiteness of the fog framed the soft, submissive woman bent over in front of him, making her outlines hazy, white-on-white. Tendrils of mist caressed Alan's taught, sweat-soaked body, like slender, pallid hands emerging from the thick fog, faces forming and unforming at the edges of his vision. The only colour that stood out was the pink blush of her stretched-out anus and the bright crimson of her lips, stretched out in a silent scream of joyous humiliation. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her thick, silver locks, yanking it roughly back like a pair of reins as he rode her hard. He grunted with each thrust, snarling obscenities at his icy-skinned anal fuckslave. He pulled her head back and swisted her head to **** a kiss onto her drooling mouth. His tongue pressed into her mouth as he greedily sucked her saliva up. It was like kissing a soft statue, her skin was so cold, even though her cheeks appeared flushed with burning desire. This coldness enraged Alan even more. How dare this cunt remain so cold! How dare her skin be so icy, when her ass was so deliciously warm and snug! "I'll show you, you filthy slag!" he grunted, sinking his nails into her yielding asscheeks, spreading them as far apart as humanly possible while his veiny pillar slid back and forth past her now pitifully distended sphincter.

As her huge, soft ass smashed against his pistoning hips, Alan felt his nuts churn and pound, ready to unload their boiling payload of spunk. His muscles (such as they were) were taught as he pushed himself harder, barrelling deeper into pleasure. The mist engulfed him, whispered to him. White hands caressed his sweat-gleaming body, teased his nipples, cupped his face as if for a kiss. His whole frame wreathed in steamy heat, his raging cock snug in the mysterious goddess' anus, Alan Weller surrendered to a pleasure he'd never known before...