Short and Sweet (745 hits)
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Submitted by PayMeLater (View user info) at 2006-12-23 01:30:40 EST
He eased his cock in a little deeper, grasping her hips firmly but gently. She was small, a real spinner as his daddy would say, and he had to be careful not to bruise her, especially when he fucked her ass.
He loved it like nobody's business, but if he got carried away he could damage something.
That was how she put it the first time. "Be careful you don't do any damage back there, honey."
He got a kick out of that. She said it so sweet and soft the words were like early snowflakes, the kind that disappeared before ever touching the ground. Sometimes when he pounded her ass, he would lean his head back and close his eyes, imagining her voice gently melting on his tongue like virgin snow, quenching the fire in his loins and lulling him to sleep one drop at a time.
He had to be careful though, because the thought of hurting her brought tears to his eyes. He loved her that much.
She was everything he wanted in a woman, and he wasn't ashamed of his emotions, even though he was taught to hold them in.
He moved slow but steady, sweat dripping off his face and running down the crack of her ass, salty lubrication for his rhythmic strokes.
The first time he saw her was when they were twelve years old, and for him it was love at first sight. She had milky blue eyes, corn silk hair, and a Bambi-learning-to-walk gait that turned his legs to jelly. He followed her home from school that day, never speaking, and watched her house from across the street until it got dark. He fell asleep under her window, undiscovered until the next morning after her father left for work.
Her mother took pity on this moonstruck boy, and finally coaxed him to speak after promising to explain to his parents where he'd been all night.
He loved her, he loved her ass, and fucking it was his favorite thing in the world. Ain't no woman like the one I got, as the song goes.
He moved faster now, really getting into it. He was remembering how she was as a girl, which always made his cock feel like something detached, not a part of his body but something he wielded. Something hard and dangerous to bludgeon whatever lay in its path.
Sometimes he felt guilty when he fantasized like that. Was it wrong to imagine fucking the ass of a twelve year old girl if she grew up to become your wife?
Sweat burned his eyes but he bore down, ignoring the sting. He was losing himself in the fantasy again, but he just couldn't help himself. This was what she'd always warned him about. "Be careful you don't do any damage back there, honey." But now she was silent, and he was lost in his reverie, and his cock was a throbbing truncheon with a life of its own.
He fucked her ass harder.
At their senior prom, he broke the nose of her cousin when he tried to dance with her. She called him gallant and blamed the alcohol. He loved her even more, if that was possible. Her cousin and his family were noticeably absent from family gatherings after that.
He dug his fingers easily into her hips. God he loved fucking her ass.
After ten years together, on a quiet Christmas Eve she tearfully admitted to him her father had abused her as a child. He rushed out the door in his boxers and ran two miles barefoot through eight inches of fresh snow and woke the old man with a beating so severe he was unconscious long past new years. That was the last holiday they spent with his in-laws.
He remembered the next morning's anal sex as the best Christmas present she'd ever given him, and its memory warmed him the entire sixteen months he spent in jail for crippling her father.
They pretty much kept to themselves after that, but he didn't mind. His family was gone, and she was all he needed. Her and that beautiful ass.
It bothered her at times, and the only arguments were when she refused him. It's unhealthy if it's an obsession, she told him, and she began to withhold it except on special occasions. But he insisted on anal at Christmas.
He fucked her harder, completely lost in his memories. It was these instances when he did the most damage, and this time was no exception. Her head rolled off the bed, trailing colorful strands of yarn which he'd threaded through the holes in her neck like shoelaces.
He came hard as her lifeless eyes stopped rocking and seemed to lock on his. He slumped over her rotting torso, sweaty and breathless.
Tenderly kissing her back, he pulled out his cock and made a mental note to purchase stronger twine and more preservative.
User Reviews
Submitted by loveinbrevity (user info) at 2008-07-03 00:55:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I really enjoyed this piece. I know that it was not meant to be taken literally. It is fiction. I loved the imagery and the use of exaggeration. I think it made a good point in the end. The story isn't literally about ass fucking a dead girl. It's about obsession, lonliness, and the futility of love.
Submitted by Val (user info) at 2008-06-19 13:34:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
For some reason I really wanted to NUUUUURRRRRRR this. But I didn't read it so
that's not really fair.
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2008-06-19 13:31:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
didn't expect that.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-06-19 13:20:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh sweet jesus.
Submitted by combatwombat (user info) at 2006-12-26 10:34:24 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Just because YOUR daddy told you it was normal does not make it so. This was neither short, nor sweet and you were neither funny, nor captivating in any way. This screamed necrophilia half-way through (if necrophilia can really "scream" per se.)
Submitted by extacy_red (user info) at 2006-12-23 18:38:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2006-12-23 16:23:57 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
hahahahhahahahhaha
Submitted by PayMeLater (user info) at 2006-12-23 15:45:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-23 14:49:16 (#)
Ranking: -2
you are not witty in any way.
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You wouldn't know wit if it snuck into the lower bunk and creamed your coal chute.
You'd just roll over and whisper "Just clean up when you're done, Uncle Frank."
You kids nowadays have it sooooooo easy.
This is a serious story about the sanctity of sodomy.
You take it for granted because you've always had it. Just wait till you're off to college and you have to peddle your ass to complete strangers instead of kin.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-23 14:49:16 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
you are not witty in any way.
Submitted by Yougotthatright (user info) at 2006-12-23 14:09:24 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
All this pathetically-inept work due to a scrunchy-sized ring of muscle?
What's wrong with you?
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2006-12-23 12:50:47 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
If I pay you now will you go away?
Submitted by PayMeLater (user info) at 2006-12-23 12:38:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-23 11:29:05 (#)
Ranking: 0
EASING??? Oh no!
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Don't act all tight and mighty, Axy.
You know damn well your daddy had to 'ease' it in your first time.
Just because nowadays your uncles use your ass like the Jersey Turnpike there's no call for sarcasm.
Submitted by PayMeLater (user info) at 2006-12-23 12:00:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-12-23 07:41:07 (#)
Ranking: -2
this is shit
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Rad, you fat fuck. Where's your goddamn holiday spirit?
This is a heartwarming tale about love's abiding joy and the transformative powers of anal sex, a subject of which, as a homosexual prison guard, you are sadly ignorant.
Love,
24601
upper bunk
cell 74-D
C-block
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-23 11:29:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
EASING??? Oh no!
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-12-23 11:24:06 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-12-23 07:41:07 (#)
Ranking: -2
this is shit
Submitted by fclo002 (user info) at 2006-12-23 11:07:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Needs more Voltron.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-12-23 07:41:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
this is shit
Submitted by homer42 (user info) at 2006-12-23 07:25:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Wow, the other guy said it, you're one sick son of a bitch
Submitted by frankthebear (user info) at 2006-12-23 04:46:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
nothin' like a good ol' love story...
Submitted by jfreakman (user info) at 2006-12-23 04:31:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Holy shit, you are one fucked up son-of-a-bitch.
but, uhm, this story scared me.
Submitted by Hookhand (user info) at 2006-12-23 03:03:41 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by hot_pocket (user info) at 2006-12-23 02:59:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
....i dunno
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2006-12-23 02:17:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
whoo hoo!...ram that bad boy home
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-12-23 01:32:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
But that must have been because I stopped reading at "He eased his cock"
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-12-23 01:31:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I came.