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Fucked to Tears . . . by a WOMAN.
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Fucked to Tears . . . by a WOMAN. Though I'm not new to receiving anal sex, lately I've had a few "firsts", and am blown away by how new intensity can suddenly appear in a familiar scene with a familiar partner. Last weekend I received the most intense pegging I've ever had, and it was from someone dear to me who I've shared twenty years of my life with, but we're separated now. Without giving you our entire history as a couple, she's known about "Krissy" from the start . . . enough said. As a result of living with me for so long, she's seen me walking around in panties hundreds times. Doing dishes, watching tv, making dinner, sleeping in lingerie . . . she's seen it and barely notices anymore. The reason I mention that is because the pink panties I was sleeping in had a huge impact on me psychologically when it happened. I was sleeping on my side, I don't remember which side, but she climbed into bed and spooned me. And whenever she spoons me, she ALWAYS grinds her crotch into my ass. Most of the time it was a precursor to "regular"<b> intercourse </font></b>because she knows it gets me hot, but once in a while she actually wants to roll me face down on the bed, get behind me, grab hold of my ass and screw me for HER pleasure, with little or no apparent regard for mine. Of course, she and I both know there IS pleasure for me in it, too. MY pleasure comes from being "taken", the role reversal of being penetrated by a female . . . the unspoken knowledge between you that it's not a rubber or plastic toy she's pushing into your body, it's HER. SHE is inside of you, the toy is just a tool. A POWERFUL tool. Every time I hear someone say anything regarding a "strap-on", my face must go completely red as I attempt to laugh it off. And you know what the REALLY funny part is? In this day and age . . . most of the people I know would be TOTALLY fine if I was GAY, but would want nothing to do with me if they knew how many women and men I've bottomed for, especially while dressed as a slut. It's my secret . . . but I'm NOT ashamed because I wouldn't be the MAN I am now without all those experiences being the GIRL, and they weren't all GOOD experiences. Here's the "mindfuck" in my experience . . . when an assertive and compassionate woman pegs a man with a strap-on, she fucks like a MAN because she knows exactly what it feels like to take it. And, sometimes, when a woman finds herself on TOP with a submissive male beneath her, they project some of that hostility onto the person under them, and focus purely on their own pleasure at your expense. It's wonderful. Such was the case with my ex, last weekend. I think she was even a little intentionally cruel with her entry because she knows I've been servicing men, so she was getting right to it the same way as if she was a "Fuck boy" and I was a dirty party-girl willing to fuck in a filthy bathroom stall. She used her feet to spread my legs, "skooched" up closer to me a few times until she was in me up to the base, and then she pinned my shoulders to the mattress and fucked every last drop of pretense out of me. She yanked my pink panties off to one side and instantly removed any advantage that my sex or gender could POSSIBLY have over her, and she didn't even have to tie me up first. Instead she put a vibrating egg into herself (Lovense LUSH, I highly recommend it) and proceeded to rotate and grind that hard rubber cock into me until SHE GOT HERS. And when she started getting close to climaxing, she didn't CARE what was going on with me. I've got about a 100 pound advantage on her yet she held me down EASILY, and delivered a short but BRUTAL pounding that I've never had before in my life as she came. This woman DETESTS pornography, so she wasn't acting to please me or anything like that, I know her too well for that. She LEGITIMATELY crept into a sleeping man's bed, dry humped him a little, put on a strap on dildo, flipped him over, and used him like a piece of meat until she was done. Deep . . . slow . . . suddenly hard and fast for ten seconds . . . slow again . . . I never got to adjust to the pace or position because "sluts don't matter", and her focus was directed on getting herself off. And during all that, through all that thrusting and pausing and slapping followed by more thrusting and practically impaling me, she was hitting my prostate on every fifth or sixth thrust. I think she knew it, too, and didn't care one way or the other. For about fifteen minutes I was on the edge of an orgasm that never came, though she managed to effectively "milk" me until my panties were dripping without actually making me come. And those 15 minutes were so intense that it towers above all other sessions or encounters. For the very first time, I was fucked to TEARS. Heavy tears. An intense exchange was happening but nothing was really said. I was totally humiliated by the sounds I heard coming out of myself, I had NO control. And there I was, aroused to the edge of an orgasm by the violation. And at that moment, I admired, loved and respected her more than I EVER had. Truth be told, I was PROUD of her. A strong, mature, hardworking woman took something for herself for a change, despite the implications around screwing her ex in the ass for fun, and if she had left me hanging . . . I still would have been grateful, but not long after she had hers and rested for a few, still inside me, she began to screw me again, and told me to "make" myself come. It didn't take long, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around just how unique the experience was, and how odd it was to have it with someone who has previously not been a fan of pegging! Think I'll forget it anytime soon? I sure don't. |
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