The Butthole Party, Part 2

Becks sobbed, and you hesitated for a moment because you weren’t sure if you’d gone too far.

She sucked in a wavering breath through her lips and then turned to look over her shoulder at you, and when she saw the look of concern on your face she said, “God, don’t stop, John.”

You gave her another hard spanking with the flexible leather paddle. It was, in your opinion, more of a silly novelty item than a sex toy, but it seemed to be doing the job in giving Becks the rough, punishing spanking she wanted. It didn’t transfer ‘JUICY!’ onto her ass like Sabrina had hoped it would, but you’d warned your girlfriend that it likely wouldn’t.

Her other cheek got paddled again as well, the meaty snap of the clap between leather and her skin somehow both dull and sharp at the same time. She exhaled again, this time in a wavering moan.

Becks’ natural skin tone was a deep tan or a light mocha. You knew that, before she’d fallen into things with you, Gemma and Sabrina, she’d almost entirely dated black guys, but it had never actually come up what ethnicity, or mix of ethnicities, she actually descended from. You could just as easily see her having Puerto Rican, Latina, Black, or even Native American mixed into her background. Whatever parts were making up her genetic code, it was a blessed batch because she was gorgeous and well-endowed in all the right places. The way her tanned, warm-hued skin flushed under a spanking was unique to your experience with women so far.

She didn’t really turn pink. The flush of warmth to a location when you spanked Sabrina was rosy and bright, almost blasting a declaration, and with Gemma, it was more a rosy red that faded quicker than on a paler partner. Tasha was somewhere between the two of them, her ass catching and holding a warmth fairly quickly, but it also faded away faster than Sabrina.

Becks’ ass was hot as you massaged the spot you’d just spanked, but it barely flushed at all. There was a slight rosy hue after almost ten minutes of consistent spanking - requested by her - but nowhere near the flush that Sabrina got after only a few, or Tasha was already sporting almost incidentally.

What her ass did do was almost stiffen. Not stiff as in solid, but it was like her glutes and bubbly butt cheeks were bracing with each spank, which somehow made them even more… bouncy.

Every spank of the paddle made her ass bounce in the most amazing fucking ways.

“Are you a naughty, naughty secretary?” Sabrina asked Becks with a wicked grin. She’d sat herself perched on the back of the couch right in front of Becks where she was bent over, sometimes whispering nasty things in her ear, sometimes playing with her hair or her dangling tits, and once in a while pulling Becks face down to prompt her to give Sabrina’s pussy a few licks.

“So naughty,” Becks panted, and then jolted as you brought the paddle down on her other ass cheek again.

“Are you ready to get your ass fucked so hard that you feel it on Monday when you sit back down at your desk in the morning?” Sabrina asked

“I wanna feel it the Monday after that,” Becks said.

You clapped the paddle down again, switching cheeks, and then went down to one knee and kissed that exact spot before licking it, feeling the heat under her skin and the goosebumps scattered across her. A quick kiss of her other ass cheek was the only other thing you gave her, and then you went lower, catching Tasha’s chin and pulling her down so you could kiss her. The blonde had been sitting on the floor with her back to the front of the couch, her tits on display to you as she arched her back and raised her chin to orally tease Becks’ pussy from below as you’d been focused on the woman’s ass.

Tasha kissed you, the taste of Becks’ all over her, and let you draw her out of the way. She took the paddle from you, turning and giving Becks one last little spank of her own. “Get ready, Bee,” she said. “He’s so fucking hard right now.”

“You call her Bee?” Sabrina asked. “That’s cute as fuck.”

You were a little busy pressing your cock into Becks’ ass roughly to comment on the cuteness of the nickname.

Becks had told you earlier that she wanted to be fucked roughly. Animalistically. She’d reiterated again that for your last hurrah night of the summer, even if she and Tasha would be coming down to your University to visit, she wanted ‘the full Sabrina treatment.’ That had been quickly pruned down into what she actually wanted, because the ‘full Sabrina’ was pretty extensive even for Becks. What she’d really meant was that she wanted you to really let loose and use her the same way you trusted that Sabrina or Gemma wanted you sometimes. That she wasn’t going to break, she was into it just as much as you were, and wanted to find your mutual limits or set new ones.

It started with burying your cock in her ass, feeling those hot, spanked cheeks pressing against your pelvis and grinding back at you needily as her asshole stretched around your length. You wrapped your arms around her, one hand landing on her stomach as it flexed with her breathing, the other clamping one of her tits up against her chest, the nipple stuff against your palm. Kissing her bare, smooth shoulder roughly, you slid your lips into the crook of her neck and took a deep breath of her through your nose and then exhaled hot air across her skin.

“Becks, hon,” you said slowly. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast. What do you say if you want to stop, or pause, or if anything hurts?”

“I ain’t no bitch,” Becks huffed, looking back at you over her shoulder with a smirk.

You frowned and pulled your hand from her stomach, blindly giving her a spank of the side of her ass.

“Tarantula,” Becks said, repeating the safe word she’d chosen earlier.

“OK,” you murmured, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

You pulled back with your hips, still holding her and leaning close, and then forcefully thrust forward. She moaned. You grunted. And then you were off to the races.

Sabrina climbed out of the way after a couple of minutes, allowing Becks to brace herself against the back of the couch where she’d been sitting, and you lost track of what she and Tasha were up to together. Your focus was on Becks. The flex of the muscles in her back, the smacking of her ass against your pelvis. Her long black hair bundled in your fist, or flipping through the air as she tossed her head to get the sweaty strands unstuck from her face, neck or shoulders. Of all the things you focused on, including your own drive, the one thing you couldn’t spend too much time looking at was that point where you were joined. If you thought too hard about how hard you were reaming Becks’ hot little asshole, about how at the start of your thing together over the summer she hadn’t been that big on anal (or doing stuff with girls), and now here she was wanting you to absolutely ruin her ass, you would lose your concentration.

Eventually your legs and thighs started to ache with a growing demand that you needed to slow down, but instead of pulling out of the beauty you were fucking, you buried deep and surprised her by wrapping both arms around her stomach and picking her up off the couch. It was an easy move with Sabrina, and one that you could manage with Gemma. Becks was much more on the Gemma scale - slightly less curvy, but a little taller than your Australian girlfriend - so it took a bit of effort to lift as she gasped, turn in place, and then sit down where she’d been kneeling.

“Ride me, Miss Lusty,” you ordered her, grabbing both her ass cheeks roughly as they were settled on your lap, using them as handholds to get her to start putting in her own work.

“Oh, fuck,” Becks moaned, immediately starting to pump her ass up and down the rigid pole of your cock like a mechanical piston. You let go of her ass as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on your knees, and took in the vision of Becks riding your cock, her anal ring stretched perfectly around your shaft, gliding in and out of her smoothly as that little muscle clung to you on every out stroke.

You almost lost your composure, staring too long at that, and you cleared your throat and looked elsewhere before your orgasm could sneak up on you.

Tasha was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and Sabrina was sitting in her lap, her legs crossed behind Tasha’s back, as they made out. Sabrina had her hands up, mauling Tasha’s perfect tits as they were squished between them, and Tasha had her hands on your girlfriend’s ass. It took you a moment to realise Tash was still wearing the strap on, and Sabrina was sitting on it and wiggling as they made out.

Becks grunted and sat up on your lap, changing the angle you were penetrating into her, and she bundled up her hair in both hands and started to bounce in a perfectly aligned vertical motion. With her hair up and out of the way, and her back arched gently as she held her hair to the back of her head in a messy spray, you were getting a beautiful look from the cleavage of her ass compressing against your lap, up to her tapered waist, and then all the way up her fit, tank back to her neck.

How the hell did you become this stunning woman’s go-to sexual partner?

“Fuck, Becks,” you grunted, grabbing her by the waist and rolling you both to the side. It took a moment of rearranging but she got face down on the couch with you on top of her, your chest to her back and her pushing her hips up at you as you pounded down into her ass hard and fast. You wrapped your fingers with hers, holding them above her head, and pressed your lips into the crook of her neck, but didn’t dare start kissing her because you knew you might leave a hickey.

“Oh- Oh, John,” Becks moaned, her voice strained as she tried her best to fuck back at you. “Oh my God, I’m coming. I’m comingI’mcomingI’mcoming I’m-”

Every ounce of air in her lungs came out in one big huff as her body tensed, then relaxed heavily, then tensed again as her orgasm hit her hard.

“God, Rebecca,” you growled, right in her ear, as you thrust one last time into her ass, through her clenching and rippling anal ring, driving deep and unloading rope after rope into her bowels.

You had to blink, realising you may have blacked out a little through your orgasm, your vision swimming.

“That was so fucking hot,” Sabrina said, and you realised she was rubbing your back.

Tasha was coming over from the kitchen carrying a couple of Gatorades from the fridge, already cracked open. “I don’t think I could have handled that,” she said with a grin.

“You- Are you OK?” you asked Becks softly. She was still under you, your fingers still intertwined, your cock still firmly lodged up her ass as you were both panting roughly.

“Um,” Becks heaved, sucking in air. “I- Fuck. I think I blacked out. Holy shit.”

“I did too,” you chuckled, and leaned down to give her another kiss on the cheek.

“Did you call me Rebecca right there at the end?” she asked.

“I… might have,” you said, realising that you had. You’d never called her by her full name before

“He used your legal name,” Tasha snorted. “Is that better or worse than getting it from your parents?”

“Better,” Becks chuckled, letting go of one of your hands so she could wipe sweaty hair from her forehead. “Way, way better.”

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