Article 83133 of alt.sex.stories: From: dcain@osf1.gmu.edu (David C Cain) Subject: Deliberate (mf, anal) Date: 17 Jul 1995 17:46:21 GMT Deliberate The days since I discovered IQ, without exception, have been the best - particularly in terms of sheer debauchery. In all my previous relations, I felt compelled to restrain my less honorable tendencies. With IQ, I am shocked more often than shocking. She tasks me. The path which has led me into her lusty embrace has also led me to become one of the world's great cunnilinguists. (I hope to represent our great nation in that event, should some form of international competition develop.) But I am more than a mere pussy licker; I am a man of many perversions. (... and then, he screwed her asshole... ) It was several years before I finally fucked IQ in the ass - much longer than has frequently been the case, but I didn't simply want to nab her anal virginity. I wanted to make IQ crave the feel of my cock buried in her butt. I have a theory, yet undisproved, that if you'll suck a woman's clit with regularity, she'll let you screw her ass, and perhaps grant you a number of otherwise unmentionable erotic liberties. It is also my experience that most women orgasm more rapidly and more intensely from head with a finger up the bum. The latter will invariably lead to the former. It was in this manner that I licked IQ's slit, until eventually few thing aroused her like a little goose would. IQ has a beautiful ass, a round meaty bottom that can fill a pair of bikini panties, black leather skirt, blue jeans or running shorts with equal lust inspiring grace. After firing her up with a orgasm-filled digital penetration of her derriere, I would fuck her savagely, filling her wet cunt with jizm as I promised to fuck her ass. Promising to make her love it; promising to make her beg for it; promising to fuck her ass. There was no question the conflict within her was growing, fear giving way to fascination, for she began wanting two and even three fingers in her ass, caring less if I played her vaginal orifice (which I preferred to save for my cock's thrusts) and humping those analistic fingers to faster and more wild orgasms. I talked frequently about fucking her ass, but never pressed the issue. I knew she couldn't resist, and I am a man of great patience. What's more, I am an unrepentant voyeur, watching obsessively for any random glance of bras, panties, curves of flesh, red-brown nipples and hairy pink cunts - a pre-occupation seldom rewarded except in the thrill of the rare but occasionally discovered flash. Women have never been sufficiently demonstrative of their sexuality, in my opinion, but I take whatever I can find. IQ and I are cut from complementary molds, and I cannot help but be forever grateful that I have found a luscious exhibitionist, eager to fulfill the destiny of intense sexual power by arousing. It was a Saturday night and she invited me upstairs. I knew she had been shopping, and I also knew that once she finished her womanly magic, I would get the opportunity to see the new teddy. There are few things more erotic than a woman showing off lingerie she has acquired just for you. I sat back on our bed in a pair of silk pjs, and bided my time. She started the CD of lusty dance music, and wiggled her lace clad body before me. Black fine stockings, fastened to garters, gave her long legs a shimmer. I licked my lips and she smiled. IQ's blue eyes had acquired a lascivious gleam, and she cupped her hands around the swell of her breasts. When she slipped the straps from her shoulders, and brought the white mounds from their lace prison, I was into the vision. My dick lifted the silk from my lap. IQ squeezed the thick nipples until they jutted hard, and used the music to turn away. Saucy vixen. Quick hands slid the rest of the purple adornment down her hips and I told her I loved her (freshly exposed) ass. The curls of blonde hair fell over my belly as IQ took me in her mouth, with a flurry of eager passion. Her tongue rippled along the length as she took my cock down deep. The heat was beginning to lead into explosions when she abandoned her oral ministrations, and slipped my hardened meat into her wet, warm cunt. I fondled her swaying tits, sucking hard her nipples as she rode with a fiery rhythm. "I want to try something," she said with uncharacteristic timidity. "Anything you want." She doubled her speed, speaking between strokes. "I want you to fuck my ass," IQ said, "but let me do it at my own speed." I smiled with as much evil as my smile could contain. "Anything you say." She bandied her clit quickly against my crotch and pulled herself free from my stiff cock. I held my dick upright as she guided the moist pole into the tight crack of her ass. Her legs held her precariously aloft as she slowly descended. The tightness was unbelievable, but after a few minutes of slipping slowly between the tight muscles, her asshole relaxed, and she was full of cock. "Oh, my," she said with a gasp, and lifted herself again. The grip of her strong ass squeezed my dick relentlessly, and she again began to lower herself. "What an ass," I said sincerely. "I've been dying to do this," she said cautiously. Another stroke kept her silent. "I can't believe how horny this makes me." The rhythm started to increase, and I was holding on for dear life. The sensation of her asshole was divine, and nothing but a Herculean feat of will could prevent me from shooting my wad at once; the first hundred strokes were so powerful. I did my damnedest to keep my cool, and eventually the intensity quieted. Normally I can hold back the orgasms that tempt a man into a quick shooter. (there is a time and place for everything) But the thought of fucking a woman's ass can shoot my wad almost as quick as good head - and actually penetrating her bottom can bring the most incredible sexual minutes known. I was particularly proud of myself for maintaining during the first stage of IQ's ass fuck. I wanted her to take the time to let a cock in her bottom send her into a sexual frenzy. It wasn't too long before she was pounding my dick in her ass with all the fervor of a wild pussy fuck. She knelt on all fours, and I slipped into her ass with a bestial frenzy, ramming her with madness as her fingers diddled her bulging clit. IQ let loose with an orgasmic scream, and my self-control vanished to inject her with a fountain of cream. Since that day, I've been fucking IQ's ass with delightful regularity, mixing things up with a heady dose of cunnilingus and never neglecting to give her cunt the lion's share of cock. But she rarely objects when the hard head starts knocking on her back door. In fact, IQ has leaned over, picked up her skirt, dragged down her panties and in a sultry voice begged; "Would you please fuck my ass?" I've almost hurt myself attempting to comply.