Once Bitten

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Dual sexual intensity gets a rougher edge

Kalinda was still flat on her back. Joel was very relaxed on his side.

“Wow,” she finally said.

“Mmm, yeah,” came the typically understated response from a guy.

“God, you were edgy there,” but she tousled his sweaty hair simultaneously.

He touched the welted, abraded skin carefully below her nipple;

Mmm, he had gnawed into her softness, more than he realised in the heat of passion.

His own back, now, he had eased beyond sexual satiation, held a raw twinge.

Kallie had really let her nails dig and scratch deep.

He was trying to replay the moment when it happened. He had felt her claws dig into his shoulders and rake down his back, but he was then full steam ahead with his prick as he assaulted her inner depths.

Kalinda turned and kissed Joel’s shoulder right where her teeth had left clear marks, drawing blood up beneath the surface.

Yeah, it had got a bit rough; she smiled.

Her grin was short-lived.

“Ouch,” went Kalinda, even though Joel cupped her breast very carefully.

“Sorry,” he whispered in her ear as his fingers traced inside and around her navel instead.

“Nothing to be sorry for, but you were a brute. I didn’t see that coming,” she said playfully and drew him closer by clutching his back, where she felt the dotted braille-like scabs of dried blood forming on his skin.

Kallie felt Joel wince, but he was tough. He had frickin enjoyed her pleading yelping, wild moans, and tramp gutter utterances of total acceptance of an indecent shagging and unannounced buggering.

She eased her man over for a damage assessment.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed, assessing her mischief on Joel’s back. Eight neat furrows, not of mistreatment or sadistic enjoyment, were her track marks, the external evidence of her incredible anal orgasm.

“Yeah, I can feel it still,” said Joel, “Jeez, did we bring it out of each other.”

“I think you always wanted to rough me up.”

She kissed down the lines she had grooved on his back, her pleasure ruts.

Then she added, “Oh, I think you always knew I wanted it too, but you took your time,” she said.

“Yeah, but you’re not going to be happy when you look in the mirror,” he added as his fingers went smut-directed south to feel how wet she still was.

He was a bit sheepish; “There’s, um, a hickey on your neck, well more, a near bruise, I’d say.”

Kallie felt her neck. Her fingers drew back in an involuntary wince and a flinch.

“Oooh, you prick, I’ll look like a school girl at work tomorrow, you bastard,” but her hand was fondling his pecker, aroused by her fingers as his fingers smeared through their combined juices leaking out of her satisfied raw hole.

“Sorry, but you started it. I mean, I got your legs wrapped around my back and was so goddamn deep in you, I just went the pelvic grind into your pussy and then you started scratching my shoulders and moaning, and I started biting, gnawing into your flesh everywhere I could bite. I think I got your neck, then? “

Joel slid his fingers through her anal cream pie.

She sidled a tad raw. He slowed down his rimming.

“I know,” said Kalinda, “Geez, I’ve never felt you so frickin hard and tunnelling, like you, wanted the whole of yourself in me.”

She tugged his cock and cupped his balls.

Then added, “I wanted to frickin devour you, like consume you whole, um, something like sexual cannibalism, that’s when I bit your shoulder.”

She wasn’t embarrassed as she manipulated Joel’s cute foreskin over his thickening cock head.

Hell, they had fucked each other to near skin stripping.

“Wow,” she repeated it, “As bruised as my tits are and as awkward as my neck is going to make me tomorrow, I’d go there again, would you?”

And to get the answer she wanted, she ran her fingernails lightly and leisurely from her guy’s perineum to his silky tightening scrotum.

Yeah, Joel was rested; his cock was again upstanding under her delicate fingerwork around his nuts and foreskin. God, she was good, really good and really bad, definitely really filthy where it counted.

He felt like a flagellant. His back could take a pounding to please his pecker because he was addicted to his woman.

The compulsion was mutual. The breast biting and the back raking had been in synch.  It had been unleashed in their joint debauched exultation of flesh combined.

Joel had been wild, all right. He hadn’t prepped his little ladies’ arse with an expanding finger. He had broken all their rules and their careful preppy butt foreplay. No rimming. No spit. No gentle expansion of her delicate pink starfish.

Her arse had contracted suddenly and rhythmically in reaction to Joel’s dicks invasion, a series of spasms had gone through Kallie, delicious and reactive to a wincing filling, and then her arse was around his cramped straining burgeoning cock. His dong was trapped so tight initially. He had pounded into her to make space.

But did she gasp and yelp and was close to tears. Yes, she was taken aback but then empowered. An instant arse slut was created in her unceremonious buggering.

Kalinda had locked herself harder around her man, pushing her body into his burrowing cock, as it went insanely deep into her butthole, ball slapping deep. She raked her nails in a sexual trance down her man’s back, caught in the act as it unfolded.

Her arse was on fire with passion. Her nails returned consummate loving, painful pleasure and acceptance of the dirty act back to her lover.

Joel knew Kallie was hot. Now he knew her delight in tense spontaneous rapid buggery, and he bit into her breast. Why he didn’t know, he just did. He needed to get under her skin in every way like Kallie was, with his cock and with his mouth and forcing his body hard into her body between her split thighs.

They hit the impromptu kamikaze heights of buggered delight together—no moment of domination or submission. The pair owned it jointly. Pressure and fullness for two. A decadent mental high. A filthy joint escalating plateau of divine satisfaction and then the scratching and the biting, all mixed in, as pleasure careened in and between them in unexpected ways.

Joel was ready again; he didn’t need prompting. After all, once bitten, you are prepared to bite and be bitten again.

But he was a prick, and their bedroom rulebook was being rewritten. Now with; no rules, no limits, no script, as he flipped her over onto her arse and was intent on making her creamy soft cheeks cherry red before re-buggering his woman. Oh, he knew his back or maybe his chest; would pay dearly and probably his other shoulder, but hell, he wanted her.

He slapped her arse with her wrists held behind her back. God, her nails were long, and he saw flecks of his skin under them.

Oh, her moment would come, but only when he ploughed indecorously and totally when she didn’t expect it, as far as he could drive in one jab into her compelling arse.


Submitted: November 22, 2022

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Spyguy

Hard proof of a soft pleasure!

Tue, November 22nd, 2022 5:09pm

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