her buttocks. He was all the way inside.
At first it didn’t feel all that different from cunt fucking, though the
fit was somewhat tighter. Then it hit him that he was doing something . .
. dirty . . . forbidden, and a wave of heat almost made him faint. There
was a powerful electric current surging through him and he was locked
rigid in ecstasy. He let his entire weight rest on her back and buttocks,
totally immersed in her.
Marsh sure liked it. She came right away, and the rhythmic squeezing
of her asshole on his cock sent him right over the edge. He howled
in delight.
A trickle of his come leaked from her asshole as he pulled out of her.
There was a small smear of brown on his tool, and a pungent shit-smell.
All of that was a major turnon and he was immediately ready for another
go.
While it lasted, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. But
it was an argument over money, of all things, that broke them up. His
parting words were: “Well, your next boyfriend may not be as cheap as
I am, but will he be able to keep your ass happy?”
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THE BOOK OF ASSES
Part II
Variations
There are as many different shapes of asses as there are subtypes
of humanity. Oval, round, boxy. Elongated, flat, voluptuously
protruding. Chubby, gaunt, and all shades of in between. The
architecture of the ass reflects, and to a certain extent even
defines the body structure.
Women have a wider pelvic girdle, for ease in giving birth, and this,
together with their additional padding of fatty tissue, gives their
asses a rounder and fuller shape than those of men. Men’s asses
tend to be more compact and muscular. Which configuration appeals
more to the senses is a matter of individual taste and orientation.
Women’s asses in particular run the full spectrum of morphological
variance. The classic ideal is the curved, full-bodied pear-shaped
ass. This gives its owner the somewhat bottom-heavy appearance that
has fallen out of fashion lately. Almost as pleasing is a plump round
apple-shaped ass. Much less desirable is the long-and-lean ass type
dictated by Hollywood and the fashion industry. Seen from behind,
the bearer of this ass variant might just as well be a teenage boy
as a mature, desirable woman.
For the true connoisseur, an important criterion of any particular
ass is how it feels to press and bump against it when fucking its
owner from behind. The ultimate test, of course, is the inner texture
— how it feels to fuck the interior.
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In between girlfriends and horny. Empty bed and an ache in the loins.
Finally someone came on to Val. Wanted to get close, physically intimate.
Only one problem. It was a man. He did have a nice ass, though . . .
They spent a pleasant enough afternoon together. Warren was friendly,
laid back, even moderately witty. They didn’t have much in the way of
common interests, and the conversation soon sputtered and died . . . but
there was that physical attraction. That same evening they had a late
dinner in Val’s apartment.
Warren’s ass didn’t feel all that much different inside than Marsha’s.
Same tight fit, same silky-smooth texture. But it was hotter inside there.
An inferno. It was the heat of molten lava, the primordial fire. The fire
that singes, then melts you . . . and you lose your sense of self and
float in harmony with everyone and everything. The fire you can feel,
…End of the part2. To be continued..