Brandy (Chapter 4) - Sex Stories

Brandy (Chapter 4)

Defiance or Temptation She shut the door, leaning against it as she heard him leaving, her rapid breathing making her chest rise up and down. She couldn’t believe what she had let him do. She reached around under her skirt, sliding her panties over her cheeks, pulling them from her anus. She felt a tingle as her anus closed after releasing the bunched up panties. She could still feel it back there. Michael had surprised her. She had a virgin pussy just waiting for him to take and fondle and he barely touched it, instead playing with her ass. It worried her, his fascination with her asshole. She had heard of sodomy, but none of her friends ever made a mention of such a thing. Did they do it, but were too ashamed to tell me? She went to her room, closing the blinds when she saw Michael’s blinds already drawn. She undressed, laying in the middle of the bed, naked, spreading her legs as if Michael was standing over her and instructing her what to do. She spread her pussy lips so he would have been able to see everything she had to offer. Her fingers found her pussy soaked, wishing it were Michael’s fingers instead of hers. She stroked her inner lips, from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, her clit standing out hard and anxious, her fingers rubbing it until the familiar tingle between her legs returned. God, did it feel good. Too good. She closed her eyes and replayed every second of her time with Michael on the front porch over and over in her head, her fingers ...

... moving quicker. She heard his warning about cumming, but she didn’t know whether she did it on purpose or it was an accident. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching, she could feel it. She lifted her ass up from the bed, her legs bowed out to the side. Her wet finger slide down her slit but didn’t stop there. She ran her finger over her perineum, a strange tingling, Brandy not realizing that she was so erogenous there. Her fingernail scratched over it, back and forth before moving back farther. Her slick fingers found her sweat-drenched crack, sliding back until she felt it. Her anus. It felt so small compared to her finger. She tested it, just as Michael had done to her. Her other hand was busy with her pussy, trying to hold back the pleasure that was beginning to race through her body. She felt the pressure against her backside, her finger pushing in. She concentrated all her attention on her anus, feeling her anal ring stretching millimeter by millimeter, the pressure building as the tip of her finger began to push in. She could feel her own heat, moving her finger around the hole, teasing it open as her finger began to enter her. It even too her by surprise when her anal ring gave up the fight suddenly, the tip of her finger popping inside until she could feel her own muscles gripping her finger. She was hot and tight. Is that why Michael loved my asshole? It overcame her quickly; her masturbating finger racing over her clit as her other hand penetrated her rectum with her ...