Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

I felt my body going limp in his massive embrace. I felt my legs relax and slowly slip apart, minimizing any impediment that might slow his progress.

I wanted to be fucked.

I was going to be fucked.

"Oh, baby," he whispered into my ear, "You're some dish!"

"Ohhhh," was all I could respond. His fingers had come in contact with my pussy and I felt my hips give way involuntarily.

His expert fingers soon found my clit and he started rubbing it with his index finger.

I could feel the sandpaper roughness of his windburned fingers.

I liked it.

I reached down between his legs and deftly opened his fly and slipped my hand inside, down his left leg, along the length of his stiff cock.

It was fat, hard and seemed to be very long, too. Just the way I like cock.

It was uncircumcised, and the loose skin clung to his cock-head.

"What say we get ourselves comfortable," he suggested, not moving his body.

"Great," I responded.

We moved from the truck, and Jim turned to pull the seat from the vehicle.

He laid it on the ground near the truck and began to slip out of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the side of the truck.

He was muscularly well-developed. The muscles rippled under his taut skin, the nipples of his chest looked like bull's-eyes on a pair of hairy targets.

His chest was covered by a thin layer of black hair that his sweat had matted in little ringlets here and there.

When his pants fell, I saw that his legs were strong, powerful, and stocky. They were hard and full, and came together at his crotch between his rigid cock. This wanger was curved, and the pink skin of the crown glared through the dark ring of foreskin covering it.

I had already slipped out of my simple clothing. I fell to my knees in front of him, darting my tongue out to brush his nuts, which were tightly drawn in their sac. They nestled at the base of his cock.

Feverishly, I wet them, poking my tongue between his legs, under his balls, up over the under- 95 side of his cock and onto hard flesh of the cock-head.

Cock, cock, cock, the thought was buzzing in my mind. I wanted cock, cock, cock.

My hands were busy slipping him out of his loafers and socks.

He stood nude before me.

My body quivered with hunger. It shook with the excitement of what was about to happen.

Jim pushed his cock downward from the base, and it changed its direction, poking directly at me.

I opened my mouth and engulfed the head, slipping my mouth completely from his cock to have another look.

The foreskin nestled behind the crown of his cock-head, excited me. My cunt was screaming for its share.

Slowly. I let my body slip from him, back onto the seat, which was just behind me.

I spread myself on it, lying across the seat. My head was high at the end of the cushion.

Jim stood over me, stroking his cock gently, looking down on my pussy; its lips were pulled back, offering themselves and their depths to him.

He came down onto me, slowly, gently, aiming his cock directly for my cunt. He found the target without difficulty and slid it into me.

Oh, the glorious feeling!

His hot, dry skin scraped against the walls of my overheated cunt. It felt like a steel poker with rough edges inviting itself for a stay.

Deeper and deeper it slipped. I could feel the lips being stretched by the broadness of his cock-base. His cock fitted into me snugly, tightly.

When he had lowered his full weight on top of me, his coarse chest hairs rubbed harshly against my sensitive breasts. He covered my mouth with his tongue.

The tongue made wide circles, wetting the outside of my lips, moving around and around slowly, but very expertly, reducing the size so that he was licking me directly on the lips, then on the inside of my lips.

Then his tongue was scraping against my teeth, moving ever forward onto my tongue. It went around and over the roof of my mouth, back into my throat, tickling my tonsils, twitching, poking.

My hands were on his back, pulling his body into mine, forcing him to flatten my breasts. I could feel his heart beating within his chest. Its pounding rhythm caught me and dragged me along with it.

I lowered my hands on his back, down over the fullness of his hairy ass. I cupped his buttocks in my hands, my fingers spread them wide, and I pushed my crotch up into him.

"Aahhhh," he cried. "That is really a beautiful cunt!"

"Ohhhh," I echoed, mimicking his tone, "that beautiful prick!"

I began and maintained a steady rhythm, pushing my loins up into him, sinking his cock to the hilt, but not withdrawing it, only relieving the pressure.

I started swiveling my hips, making circles with my snatch. I could feel his cock responding to my movements. It was circling inside of me, the base being held firm by my swollen pussy lips, and the head of the shaft swinging in a larger, more encompassing arc.

It pushed and scraped against the walls of my sensitive cunt.

It prodded its way home.

Suddenly, he raised his body off me, holding it straight, bracing it on his extended arms.

"Hold that box still, baby," he said. "This ride's on me!"

And with that, he began taking long strokes into me, lowering his entire body until he was lying on me. And then, straightening his arms, he lifted his whole body from me.

His eyes were on his cock. He was watching it appear and disappear, alternately, as it slipped in and out of my waiting cunt.

I was delirious. I couldn't hold myself still. I had to move. I had to have him. Quickly! Completely!

"Oh, fuck, fuck me!" I moaned.

"Will do," he said, through gritted teeth. "Will do." And he renewed his plunges, picking up speed.

My head was lying back over the seat. My hair was tangled in the grass. My eyes were closed and my mouth hung open.

"Oh, that cock!" I moaned. "That beautiful cock. Give it to me! Fuck it into my wet cunt!"

My hips were gyrating obscenely. My heels were dug into the soft soil. I was bucking up to meet his every thrust, greedily.

"Oh, wow!" he said. "Oh, wow! That pussy's hot, biting and burning. It hasn't been had for a long time," he went on. "But it's going to get fucked now! It's really going to get it! Just like you want it, hard and deep."

I stifled a chuckle. I couldn't imagine where he got the idea that my pussy had not been touched for a long time. If I were to tell him what had really happened to me. I doubted he would believe me.

"You don't know how badly it wants to be fucked," I said. "You don't know… how much it really wants it!"

I was lunging up against him, furiously slapping my groin against him. I could hear the moist slapping sounds of our flesh as it came into contact.

I raised my head and looked at him. He was staring fascinated at his cock, little dribbles of saliva clinging to the corners of his mouth. He was really going to town.

I looked down and saw what he saw.

His glistening shaft was slamming into me like a well-lubricated piston: in and out, in and out.

I slid lower on the seat cushion, changing the direction of his cock, forcing it to push more directly downward into me. And, as I did so, I felt it begin to rub against my clit.

"Oh, that's it, man," I rasped. "Fuck it into me. Tear my cunt apart. Plow it with that tool!"

"I am, baby," he said, "I am! It's so good, I don't want to come, ever! I want to spend the rest of the day here, just plugging you. Right up your cunt. Right up that beautiful, wetly hungry cunt of yours."

I was clinging to his every word. I was wallowing in the sensuality of the sex he was radiating.

His body was glistening from his effort. It shone and reflected the light like polished marble.

It was hard as a rock, his muscles tensed, his whole body was on me. It was forceful, overpowering, and manly.