.....in my other hand, a butt plug. Moistened and lubricated by my own abundant wetness, it pushes gently against the tightest hole. I tease myself, in a little, and when the urge to push it all the way in takes hold, why, I simply remove it from the field of play.
Frustration courses through my body, and an ache, a deep remorseless desire rumbles through me. I replace the butt plug. Again, my body yields, ready to attempt the impossible. I have never got this one fully inside me yet. I usually cum way before that moment.
I push a little bit harder. I feel myself stretched, and the stretching becomes a sweet stinging, burning pain. I moan, despite myself, and involuntarily, I press back against the source of the penetration.
I’m holding it by its base now, a white rubberised disk, placed there to prevent any rectal ingestion of the entire thing, and an embarrassing trip to the ER.
The wetness is flooding from me! I feel it, I smell it. Again, I push and sharp, needle-like pain lances through my bum hole. Oh, but it’s a sweet agony, this. I feel stretched impossibly wide. And then there’s movement. The worst is done, and my bum hole snaps round the thickness of the core, leaving on the base outside my body.
I feel it hard and resistant up my bum, and my orgasm is close. Oh, so very close.
I push, trying to expel it from me, it feels.......naughty? Almost like I’m trying to shit, but every little movement of the butt plug is bringing me off.
Finally, I give one last expulsion push, even though I know full well I won’t be able to push it out, and I cum. The orgasm feels raw, ragged and it rips my breath from my body. I feel the anal contractions so savagely, and this in turn stokes the fires between my legs.
As the last rumble of orgasm rolls away, I reach down and pull it out of me which gives me delicious aftershocks, and forces wetness to well up between my legs.
I feel bum fucked....
....but wasn’t that the point?
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