Kinky Callie: Five Hardcore Explicit Erotica Stories Read Online Free Page B

God! She was so damned close, and if he’d just move, just push into her one more time, maybe two, she knew the climax would take her. “I mean, you told me if you were bent over the chair I could do anything I wanted to do, and you’d have nobody to blame but yourself.”
    She turned her head around and nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, goddamit! Just fuck me! Jesus! Please!”
    She felt him moving forward and positioned herself to give him better access. “Alright,” he said, “alright.” His fingers tightened on her ass, and she moaned in anticipation. He moved one of his hands up and to the small of her back, exerting pressure and moving up until he’d pushed her shoulders down against the chair. She imagined she looked like a world class whore, but with her pussy even more exposed, she was desperate.
    “God damn it! Fuck me, now! Fuck m—”
    The word caught in her throat as all breath left her, and then it transformed as a strange, whistling, breathy moan. She was full again. She was full, but Brandon hadn’t pushed into her pussy but instead had barreled right through the tiny opening of her virgin ass. She’d gone from desperately wanting him to inside of her to absolute shock as his head plowed through and she felt her resistant little ring of muscle stretching painfully to accommodate his girth. As she’d felt every bit of him with his slow and deliberate strokes, she felt every bit of his entry. It was impossible, and she felt full—more than full, stuffed completely and unnaturally. She tried to form the words to tell him to stop, but no words, no coherent words would come.
    He kept pushing until finally she felt his balls swing forward and gently tap her pussy as her ass closed around the base of his shaft. “There you go,” he said. “How’s that for wrecking you?” She wanted to cry out, to tell him to take that thing out of her, to tell him it hurt and even if it didn’t hurt, she didn’t like how full it made her feel. She still couldn’t form the words, could barely breathe. Brandon brought his hand down in a hard, stinging, slap on her ass and said, “I guess you have nobody to blame but yourself”
    The pain from the slap echoed through her body and heightened the pain of her struggling ass, and she squeezed her eyes shut but then opened them wide. As soon as the shock of pain finished its first agonizing circuit of her ass and thighs, it echoed back again, but this time it transformed into incomprehensible and overwhelming pleasure as her orgasm exploded over her in a blinding and impossible attack of sensation that hit harder than the shock of his first thrust into her ass. She tried to moan, but she couldn’t even breathe as Brandon began rocking his hips back and forth, pushing into her ass.
    There was still pain, but it was so minimal compared to the pleasure. She felt her body clenching up and releasing. She felt wetness over her thighs as she leaked out, moving from a tiny stream to a torrent as Brandon became aggressive, slamming into her. She heard a tearing sound and realized she’d gripped the arm of the chair so tightly that she’d pulled a bit of the fabric apart at the seams. Above all, she realized she was helpless, completely helpless as her body filled all of her senses with the strange admixture of pain and pleasure that somehow seemed impossible to experience together but welcome, the way a very spicy meal might cause discomfort but somehow heightens the dining experience. When she could manage any noise, she made a long wheezing moan and said, “Fuck…fuck…fuck…”
    She wasn’t really trying to express anything, but Brandon took it as a command and began slamming into her harder and harder. His cock moved furiously now, and she realized how desperately she wished something was in her pussy, something she could clamp onto as she felt herself spasming. The emptiness was torturous, but it also heightened the feelings in much the same way that his teasing