Tuesday, July 9, 2013

24. LBPs

     At first, I didn’t know how to even begin to write about this night, but it has to be with the little blue panties. Not the regular blue ones, but the light, light blue ones. Barely blue. Lacey. Too sexy to be girly. When I put them on in the morning I thought These are the ones that should have been totally stretched out, after what happened last time I wore them. Miraculously, they had survived. But apparently something about those little blue panties turns my husband into a monster. The best monster ever. It shouldn’t have been an event-sex night. The night before was The brief payment of a minor debt, and the night before that had been full-on pink and defilement. We were exhausted. I was sore. At best it should have been follow-up sex. (You know, where you’re still spun up but also completely ruined from the last sex you had?) We were just watching TV in bed, but my pussy was noticeably wet. I’d never expected to end up with come in my ass those last two nights in a row, and I couldn’t shake the sensation. I couldn’t help checking it out – just a couple of fingers to the quim – and then (because I didn’t want to be impolite), I wafted my fingers under his nose, just once. He didn’t react. I mean, he very obviously and intentionally didn’t react. Then, when the show ended (it must have been Banshee, there’s always graphic sex in that), he just fucking assaulted me. Grabbed me by the hips and hauled me over. He was like that the whole night – no orders, just manhandling. If I was in his way, he threw me out of it. If he wanted me to move, he moved me bodily – put me where he wanted me. First he abused my ass and my pussy from behind, working my g-spot hard as he said “You have a choice; I can fuck you hard and fast, right here and now, or you can go make me a drink and we can draw this out.” Try to guess which option I chose.
     I don’t even know what order it all happened in. I know I barely had my mouth on his cock before he tossed me aside. He put me on my hands and knees, not his usual face down, ass up (I assumed that at first and was physically corrected with a hard yank to the back of my collar). He faced me to the porn he’d set up while I had been making drinks (I still had enough presence of mind to note that the pornstar had no technique to speak of). He pulled my little blue panties just barely down and took me by the hips, fucked me hard from behind as the porn scene turned from blow job to ass fucking and from there to ass to mouth. Then he did put my head down into the covers, and he pulled those little panties up through me, stem to stern. He pulled me around by them like that. (This is what happened to them last time I wore them. Something about those little blue panties.) Now they were wet, and he made them wetter. I don’t know when the first g-spot orgasm happened. I don’t know when the fourth did, either. It might have all been right then with his hand tucked in underneath them, because the next thing I remember those LBPs were wetter than anything should reasonably be. Then he put them back on me properly, righting and straightening them like he was making them just-so, only he didn’t stop at just-so; he pushed them into my pussy with his fingers and he made me come through them.
     He fucked me with my panties on. Not pulled to the side or rolled down just a little, he fucked me with them on. I’m trying to find a way to describe the slow push of his huge cock, the resistance of the sopping cotton crotch against it, and the stretch of lace cutting in from all sides, the background intuition there’s no way that can possibly fit, competing with the knowledge that he was well aware that I was imagining the breach of virginity… And all of it highlighted by indismissible pain as the little blue panties, forced deeper and deeper into me, were splitting my ass and my pussy farther and harder, the deeper he went. (For the record, it made me wet again just writing that.) It was a long time before he stopped. I only know he did because I remember touching myself, feeling the overflowing drench and the amazement of those little blue panties disappearing inside me. I’ve had panties up my quim before. It’s kind of a fun magician’s trick, but usually I’m not still wearing them at the time, and they tend to impractically soak up all the moisture. Then, it’s about the putting them in, the knowing they’re there, and the drawing them slowly out. That’s all there is. It’s fun, but that’s it. This was not that. This was nothing like any of that.
     I also remember my husband feeling it for himself, with his fingers. I remember more #3s that happened from that position. Much of my memory of the rest of the night is likely flawed, because writing this is very like trying to recall the details of an acid trip. I remember cock sucking – not trying to blow him away with well-developed skills like the other night, but just fully out of control, licking and sucking my own come off of him. I remember being covered again in spit and sweat and come and mascara and hair fallen loose – I had to have looked like I was in a sexual car accident, thrown from a shattered window and rolled to a stop in a roadside ditch. I remember he was cruel to my nipples, making them seep wetness through my shirt which was already see-through and stuck to me with sweat and come. I know there was forced deep throating, head fucking... He gagged me so hard with his cock that I actually wet the bed. No kidding. Oh, he got a kick out of that – promised to file it away in his memory for future use, with this little sideways smile on his face. It was frightening. By this time, he was maneuvering me by my nipples (which were vaguely purple for a day or two afterward), and he pulled me up onto him. I think it was a prize for that gagging that he let me ride his cock (but don’t forget the LBPs were still in play). From the explicit explanation he’d demanded of me, about the tangible (soaking) results of his having gagged me so hard, he’d had his eyes locked on mine – or mine locked on his, I guess – I was totally unable to look away. He was watching every flicker of pain, pleasure and emotion that crossed my face, like he was memorizing or confirming his own insights and expertise, and he didn’t look away once as I came down on those panties, rending me like a virgin on his cock. The feeling was so complete that I thought I was full of him right to the hilt, and climbing to a vaginal orgasm that was just skirted with pain. Then, between thrusts, the little blue panties finally slipped off the head of his cock, and it was suddenly, shockingly, like being fucked at full depth for the very first time – not believing it could go any farther and then having him slam into my cervix at full-bore… A few weeks ago I wrote about the hardest vaginal orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. This was one of those. I hereby dub them Super-Twos. And he watched my face, and replaced the lost pain of those slicing little blue panties with cruelty to my splashing nipples while I came and came and came.
     He probably forced my head back down onto his cock, after that. I know it got there somehow, in the dizzy, teetering aftermath, and I’m not sure I could have done it on my own. Then he threw me over onto my back and told me to finger my own ass (“Not like that – spread your knees wide, like the slut you know you are”). He added lube to the spectacle and watched, with that dangerous expression of supremacy, then he pinned my knees beside my shoulders and fucked my pussy while I fingered my ass (“Don’t stop, don’t even think about stopping”). He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and freed a hand to split my clit with those panties again. Then he did away with the LBPs altogether (a quiet Rest In Peace went with them from the back of my head, as I assumed they’d given all they had in this life), and he used his hands to spread my ass for me. He pulled out of me and used two fingers on my g-spot to make me girl come into his palm, which was a tweaked and amplified orgasm, as my finger was still in my ass when it came. Then he used my come to lube up his cock and he put it in my ass. He fucked me slow to fast, watching me feel it like a virgin at a new depth all over again, then he’d stop and repeat until I came, and he’d start over. Ass fucking and talking to me, telling me what I was feeling while he kept going slow to fast in mytightlittlepinkasshole. He came long and hard and a lot, and when it was over, I was altered. Altered, body and mind. But by some blessing from the gods of raunchy sex, the little blue panties survived, intact. I’m wearing them now.


 

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