The new girl had, let me tell you, because I can’t say it any other way, the most amazing butt I’d ever seen. It was the kind of butt that made every head turn around from the moment she first stepped into the spotlight. It was the kind of butt that made couples in the vicinity start to argue immediately, without understanding exactly why they were doing it. It was the kind of butt that any men witnessing it walking down the street would be put in a fierce, hormonal, berserker state, making them run home and give their girls the most passionate tie of their lives. Round, strong, perky, cheeks bursting with this immense power that could ravage her jeans, and a power so immense it would transfer itself to men around and make them also ravage their jeans.
It was that butt I was about to have.
I had been dreaming, and daydreaming, about it for weeks now. I had masturbated thinking of it way too many times. I had masturbated to the point of physical pain and mental oblivion. I had collected every social media picture of hers, made screenshots of every video she was in, organized them into a folder for handling sessions. Once I found each other running by the park, and it was the usual talks. How are you? Yes, everything’s fine! Good to be away from work!… She turned her back and went away, her running clothes clinging to her body, muscles standing out through the fabric. I got into such a heat that, kid you not, thought I was getting sick, perhaps that pandemic thing everyone was talking about had got me before anyone else. But no, it was just that butt. Even more amazing, upon reflection, is that in the grand questions of Life, is there a God, who are We, Tits or Ass, I was always, and always, a cleavage cheerful. A female breast devoted. A bosom obsessed.
So you have to understand how just, you know, fucking amazing butt it had to be to make me forget all my preferences. That fortuit encounter by the park, however, had set a motion of events that would put her into my hands. I understood later that the Gods were making me choose, it was either that or winning the lottery, and I didn’t have any second thoughts. To this day, no regrets.
One thing to notice was how, amongst all the kissing, and my hardness, and her getting wet, I had not taken my hands of her behind. It was even greater than I had hoped and imagined. Rock solid, flexible tissue, no stretch marks, grooves, splines, it was pure perfection as if God Himself had decided to challenge himself and blew away every possible standard. When we first started kissing, with her tongue thirsty in slurping every inch of my juices, it was her butt I searched with my hands. I almost orgasmed upon touching its softness. She threw me to the bed, unzipped my pants and put herself only in her panties. She lowered her head to give me a pitch perfect oral, the most tender tongue, such swiveling swirling, a blend of warmth and wetness, with the most perfect rhythm. Still, I demanded that bottom, and turned her around so also I could perform on her.
My mouth found her center of passion, finding it inflamed by intense desire. She was more than ready now, but I took my time in tonguing her, feeling the bitterness of her inner releases. But my hands, still, on her butt. The craziness going in my mind was turning me into a feral state, I was becoming a lion whose sole purpose was to cover, to possess this most perfect of females, to cover her with my seed, to make her beg and despair and ask and implore. I split her cheeks with all my strength, by now I wanted to take her from behind and was stretching the opening. I carefully surrounded it with my finger, swirling it, trying to uncover if she would allow me. She didn’t flinch. I slowly inserted my finger, just the tip at first, feeling its resistance, how it instinctively tried to expel me out of there, at the same time inviting me to enter more. I did so, taking the opportunity that my oral was giving me, in relaxing her, in driving her crazier.
My finger was all inside now, and my hardness was getting on with such vigor she was needing both hands to cover it all. She rolled her behind, as in trying to squeeze more of that painful pleasure. She had released her oral, for could now only resort to salivating and panting from such a stellar experience. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was one of those defining moments, I took my finger out, got up, grabbed her to put her on all four. Her hair covered her face, her hands reached for her behind and spread it out. It was a silent invitation, and I was an honoured guest. I took her fiercely, strongly, powerfully! It was so narrow, so closed, all that tightness surrounding me, almost breaking me. She was screaming now, and pulses were shivering through her body, and still she spread herself more open. She had orgasmed first, but I wouldn’t be very far behind. It was amazing, it was heavenly, it was as if I had taken liftoff to Paradise and would never return.
If I thought it couldn’t get higher, I was wrong. I was unrestrained, unchained, uncontrollable. I was a god, a deity of fire, of thunder and flame. Unstoppable and unfettered. I climaxed one first, but something was different from other times, for that sight, the desire, the tightness made me climax a second time, just seconds apart. I was so taken away from that, so convinced I was that it was not possible, I forgot to breathe for several seconds. I almost fainted from the experience, mind begging for oxygen, heart praying to receive that sweet oxygen. I went into shutdown afterwards. Impossible to speak, much less move. At my side, she just laughed from that.
I would never get anything even close to that.
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