“Feels good,” she panted rhythmically, her beautiful, smooth back heaving in the afternoon light. “Again.”
But I wanted more than just my tongue up her behind. I raised myself so that I was kneeling behind her, her warm slit in front of me doggy style. Grasping my cockhead in my hand, I ran the pink flare lovingly up and down those pulsing folds, teasing her.
“You like little girl?” I ground out, my eyes never leaving the sight of those wet pussy lips leaking onto my pole.
But there was no answer, merely a long “unnnnh” before she pushed her hips back slightly, trying to catch my cock in her.
And I only laughed, my rod sliding in for an inch before jerking back, careful not to let her suck me in, grasping her hips to keep the little girl still.
“You’re a hungry slut, aren’t you?” I murmured, my dick bouncing off her butt at this point, rubbing up against those round white orbs before falling naturally into the crevice between her cheeks. “You’ll get it, don’t worry, it’s coming,” I promised.
Because I’d pushed my dickhead against her dark star, trying to breach that back cherry, and the girl was moaning frantically, breathing heavily, trying not to thrash as I violated her anus. That’s right, I wanted my dick in her back end, to savor that dry slide, to feel her ass catch tight around me.
“Oh god,” I grunted, the sight so fucking obscene. Her little hole was being violated by my fifteen incher, and it was going to be a tight fit, to put it euphemistically.
But it was too late to stop, the blood pounded in my head, my dong on the brink of explosion. Tina resisted, that bubble butt bouncing back at me, refusing entry, but my donkey dong’s never let me down. I leaned forward again, increasing the pressure, and with a sudden pop, sank in unexpectedly. Tina’s sphincter had let go, and I slid a few, heavenly inches up her backside, my dick worming hotly into her rectum.
“Aieee!” she shrieked, lifting her head for a moment. “Aieee!”
But I only shushed the brunette, stroking the golden curve of her back like I was calming a nervous filly, making clucking noises as she squirmed and writhed beneath me, pinned on my cock like a kebab on a stick.
“It’ll feel good soon, baby girl,” I murmured into her ear, “Soon, soon.”
And with that, I pushed again, this time embedding all of my donkey into her behind. The pain must have been intense, fifteen inches of pure iron because Tina squealed again, her back going ramrod straight before she collapsed on her forearms, jiggly body panting with effort, breaking out into a sweat.
But never had anything been more beautiful because now my cock was buried in her ass to the hilt, those round orbs obscenely bisected by a huge piece of man meat, cunt leaking wetly below, thighs and back covered in a sheen of sweat, shimmering a bit as I began a slow slide into and out of her anal canal.
“Shhh,” I hushed as little mewls of pleasure-pain escaped her lips. “Relax baby, it’ll get good.”
And pretty soon those little mewls became cries of pleasure, ecstatic yips and breathy gasps as I pounded her behind.
“Ohhh fuck me,” she gasped at one point, her face strained, those beautiful brunette curls thrown over one shoulder, body humping up and down. “Butt-fuck me, butt-fuck me,” she chanted.
And I was only too happy to oblige. The pace picked up, my balls bouncing against her puss as I drilled again and again, that cunt juice like molten lava, soaking the fronts of my thighs with nectar.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I ground out, the unbelievable squeeze so good, the tight fit like a vise. “Fuuuuuck!” I roared as I came, spurting gallons of man milk into her anal chamber, up her rectum and into her GI tract. And at the very same moment, I reached below and seized a nipple in each hand, pulling and twisting hard, filling my palms with those huge, creamy gazongas, stimulating her up top as well as down below as the brunette careened over the edge, coming like a house on fire, her cunt shaking with spasms, ass clamping down on my dick so hard, with such force, I thought it would break.
“Kristiiiaaan!” her voice rang out in the forest as cars zoomed past, not so far away, anyone could have stopped and seen us at any minute. “Kristian,” she cried again as her rump jiggled and shook with the tremors overtaking her form, almost shaking me loose with the volcanic eruption.
But I was in too deep, grabbing onto her tits, using them as leverage, burying myself deeper in her still, enjoying the feel of snug womanflesh surrounding me, enveloping me, letting myself breathe in her scent, the unmistakable tang of her pussy cream mixed with the musk of female back end.
And finally, we both calmed enough to rejoin the world once again, our breathing ragged, locked together, my huge, masculine form bent over her round, feminine body as she knelt on all fours in the grass. I nipped at her shoulder, tasting the sweet perspiration there, running the edge of my tongue along the elegant curve of her neck, savoring the utter femaleness of this girl.
And Tina sighed a little before stretching a bit and moaning, giving me better access to the sensitive curve of her neck.
“Again, Highness?” she asked coyly, wiggling her butt a little.
And I groaned, my cock twitching as it came back to life in that sweet, hot space because I was more than game … for round two, if not three and four.
TINA
Inever imagined it would be like this. Prince Kristian was so dirty, so utterly disgusting, his mind in the gutter, taking my behind like he owned it. And I have to admit that I loved it, loved every second of our illicit encounter by the highway, where anyone could have seen us had they slowed and peered into the shrubbery.
Because it had been amazing, beyond my wildest dreams. I’d blown him, taken that huge donkey dong deep into my throat before getting on my hands and knees and offering him my behind like a whore, a harlot who was open any time for business. And if it was Kristian’s business then my pussy and ass were his for the taking, available always.
But what intrigues me is the fact that he’s such a man of contrasts, the personal, the physical, the mental. On the one hand, he’s a prince, with everything it implies. Savvy, cosmopolitan, powerful, with knowledge of politics, the economy, and foreign affairs, it’d been easy for him to pick up on my little sector of microfinance. He’d immediately understood the value of Roma Outreach, how even a loan of five thousand lirah could make a difference to a community outfit.
On the other, Kristian’s a normal man, just like any other. The high-flying title, the fact that his family has millions, seemed mean little when it came to our relationship. Because I’ve told him the truth – that the Sterlings don’t have much, that we’re paupers in paradise, our lifestyle about to crack and implode.