When we got stoned together, I would usually take Deann from behind – me on my haunches, porn-star style, while she pressed her face into the pillows and raised her bottom as high as it would go. I guess she enjoyed the rush of blood to her head and the opportunity to lose herself in some filthy fantasy involving Brad Pitt. For me, it was the chance to fuck her as hard as I could, as through I were trying to break in some young filly, slamming my pelvis against the firmness of her up-thrust ass.
And what an ass it was – two well-fed orbs of tanned flesh, dimpled with fat and enticingly split by a deep crevasse. I had explored that dark crack often enough, wanking off and spurting my cum between those ponderous mounds, fingering her anus while we fucked, sometimes even licking her there, struggling to breathed as those handsome cheeks squeezed my face.
Tonight I resisted the urge to pull her buttocks apart while we screwed, preferring to enjoy the sight of her flesh shuddering each time I slapped my hips against her. I was sure that by now her slack cunt, hot and dripping with our mingled juices, had gone numb. I was just waiting for her to give me a signal.
She reached round with both of her little hands, got a firm grip on each asscheek and rudely spread them. She enjoyed doing this – it was the dirtiness of exposing herself so brazenly, I guess. In the dim light I could see her anus, a healthy ring of brown muscle, dilating in the midst of that hairless valley.
As if her meaning weren't obvious enough, she looked at me over her shoulder – a faraway look in her eyes – and said plainly "I want to take it up the ass".
