A Stitch in Time Saves Nine

I knelt behind her. The mattress of the bed shifted beneath me as I adjusted my position relative to hers, and the float-a-bed rose and dipped, as if it rode a turbulent sea. Seizing my foot-long cock in my fist, I guided its purple glans between Frankie's smooth buttocks, jabbing the tip of my erection into her anus.

Her sphincter, resolute guardian of her bowels that the ring of muscle is, refused, at first, to grant me entry, but, of course, I persisted. Her asshole continued to deny me entrance. I held my prick in place, against its tendency to ride up, along the cleavage of Frankie's buttocks, rather than to enter her resistant anus, and, shoving firmly, managed to force a couple of inches of my rigid malehood through the tight portal to her innermost depths.

I shoved half the length of my erection through her snug anal opening, feeling the six inches slide past the circle of her anus, and paused, letting Frankie become accustomed to my penetration of her bottom. Her anus fluttered frantically about my invading organ, flexing and relaxing repeatedly, in quick squeezing motions that sent shivers up my spine and through my cock and balls.

Frankie moaned. "Oh, Donnie!" she gasped. "You are so huge! You'll split me in half with your thick, hard cock!"

She knew I wouldn't, of course; I'd fucked her countless times before in her delightful derriere. Her protest was intended merely as a compliment, and, although I'd heard it a thousand times, it still had the planned effect: it made my malehood swell even further.

"Fuck me, honey!"

I drove the remaining half-foot of my prick through her snug anus, watching the rim of her asshole indent before my advance as I crushed her buoyant buttocks flat beneath my pressing pubes. My cock entered her bowels until only my balls remained outside her rectum. I ground my groin firmly against her ass cheeks, as if I had yet more cock to slide between these warm, firm-soft mounds.

Frankie groaned.