Blame Abba Chapter 3

I relaxed a little and one finger slid into my hole, followed by a second and a third.

"Wait," I said.

I wiggled my arse, pushed it higher in the air, and spread my legs wider.

"OK," I murmured and his fingers slid in and out again.

"Oh. Yes," I said softly.

I stared blankly straight ahead

"Ohhhhhhh."

I turned and lay on the bed, opening my legs and lifting my arse high. As I felt his hard prick, I gasped. Steadily he increased the pressure against my anus. I spread my legs even farther and pushed my arse-hole toward him. He slid his gorgeous cock in and buried a few inches.

"Uh!" I grunted.

He moved back and forth, slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, travelling deeper and deeper into me each time. I wanted it so much, but it hurt. I whimpered, grunted and moaned. I bucked my arse, trying to help him along, but we were not quite in synch. It was hot and lusty but also clumsy, awkward and painful, we were both new to this. I hurried my motions, trying to get more, trying to make it end.

Then his balls banged against me and he was all the way home. He stopped, amazed and frightened by what he'd done. I froze too; then twisted so I could see with my own amazed eyes that he was all the way in.

"Wow," I said.

Then I smiled, laughed and shouted

"WOW! You're in, I never thought you would fit! You're all the way inside me, that is just sensational."

Patrick was startled, then grinned and laughed too. As he recovered he leaned over me and caressed my boobs. Then he bent all the way over my and kissed my lips very tenderly. His hands gripped my tits.

"Umm. Nice. Very nice, in fact that is fucking sensational"

I encouraged him, still giggling lightly. He began again, smoothly sliding his cock almost all the way out of my arse, then smoothly forward, a little faster. The movements so relaxed me that it didn't hurt anymore. It felt wonderful—so hard and hot inside me. His hands caressed my boobs; he slammed his cock into me harder and faster. I'd never felt anything like that before. I watched his body strain, working hard, sweating over the gorgeous tart beneath him. He urged his cock on—faster and harder.