Who Am I Now? - Sex Stories

Who Am I Now?

... her more than he ever needed anything, but this view of her was paralyzing. “Baby,” he muttered breathlessly. “Your ass is a fucking monument.” Then, before he knew what he was doing, he cocked back his arm and smacked Penelope’s ass cheek with a resounding swat. A river of filthy language poured out of his mouth as he spanked her ass again and again, until a rosy flush began to suffuse her mounded cheeks. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed when he realized what he was doing. “Baby, I’m sorry. I…I…don’t know what came over me. Oh my god….” Suddenly a husky voice the like of which he’d never heard come out of her mouth was rising toward him from where her cheek was pressed to the carpet. “Billy. I swear if you stop now I’ll kick you right in the balls.” “Ohhhh baby,” he groaned, slapping her ass once more before grinding his cock into her pussy. The next few minutes became a frenzy of surreal desperation. Bill hammered his aching cock into her as if he’d never fucked before. Penelope growled into the carpet and ground her hips back against his thrusts. He grasped her hips and spanked her again. His left hand thrust forward and took up a fistful of her hair, pulling at her mane while he pumped his cock into her with deep, lunging gasps. She nearly knocked him back on his ass when she started to ...

... cum with heaving shudders. She became a rippling force of heat inside and out, her pussy clenching down on his cock in a grip so voracious he never imagined was possible. He held on tighter, raised one hand and smacked her ass hard and fast with an open palm as he pumped himself into her core in a driving explosion of cum. After, they spent a long time cuddling naked on the couch. Bill kept rehearsing in his mind how he was going to ask Penelope to move in with him. Or maybe he’d move in with her. That sounded better. There weren’t any chimi trucks in his neighborhood. After a while, Penelope said she could clean out the popcorn popper and make a fresh batch that wouldn’t be all charred. They could even watch the movie and still have time for another go. Bill didn’t realize how hungry he was until she brought up popcorn. “Lets go out and get some papitas,” he said. “What the hell are those?” “They’re like French fries or something.” So they got dressed and went out. He led her down the street toward the food truck, his hand stuck in the back pocket of her jeans as they walked. The movement of her ass beneath his hand made him think of the ocean. When they came within range of the truck and could smell what was cooking, he was overcome with a hunger the like of which he’d never known.