He used his free hand to stroke his own cock and reach behind himself and spread his pert ass. He imagined spreading his cheeks for a thick cock. A ha...d thick cock in his ass. He opened his eyes, removed the dildo from the wall suction and stuck it to the shower floor. With more oil on his hand, he prepared his tight hole for what he would realise later, would be a punishing. An oily hand guided the shafts head towards his opening. He flared his hole as the first nipping sensation hit, the. These are possible, have happened, or happen often type of stories. They may be past experiences or fantasies. I want to write showing both partners’ perspectives, excitement, etc. ENJOY !*** Her Perspective. The music had a fast beat, Spanish with heavy drums, screeching guitars, and a very deep voice with a German accent. The song was about feasting on the fleshy parts of a woman, but he couldn’t understand the Spanish. I could, however. He just enjoyed watching me sway and gyrate my hips in. As my legs gave way beneath me, leaving me kneeling with my face against the bricks I knew I didn’t want to hurt him. Not now and not ever. He was the one though, my better. Eric was the only person to ever best me in a fight, the only person ever to knock me out. Eric was the one Samantha wanted. She’d wanted this man from the first time she saw him. Loved him, lusted him, chased him. Half the time I felt like I was a second choice, the consolation prize. The other half I knew it. His. Warden than positioned himself behind the boy, lined up his rectum wrecker, and started forcing it into the now whimpering teen. The unusual proportions of Mr. Warden's cock meant whenever he fucked a boy, the boy would first be ripped wide open by the fat head, and as his shaft went in deeper, the boy's asshole could slowly shrink around Mr. Warden's tapered cock. This also meant when the narrowest part of Mr. Warden's cock was resting in a boy's ass-ring, rest of his 9-and-a-half inches.