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it."
     
    Did I? I wasn't sure, but I did know I couldn't resist it.
The taste of her musky ass filled my mouth; with each stroke of my tongue my
cock had throbbed harder, my lust for her tight virgin asshole growing. I
locked eyes with my girlfriend as I glorped lube out onto my fingers and began
to massage it into her asshole.
     
    She was snug, even with the long strokes of my tongue; by
the end there, my tongue had been deep into her back door. But just one finger
made her gasp, and the snug cinch of the sphincter around my middle finger sent
a wave of hot desire through my body; Christ, I wanted to fuck Carrie's ass so
motherfucking bad...
     
    I withdrew my finger.
     
    "I can't," I said.
     
    "Is it the music?" she asked. "I've got David
Bowie--"
     
    "No, I just can't," I said.
     
    "Can't?" pouted Carrie. "But my ass, Jack...
my virgin tight ass..." she wriggled her perfect apple cheeks back and
forth, clenching, releasing, slipping one middle finger down to caress her
crack; then she whimpered as she began fingerfucking her own ass, and --
     
    "Fuck it," I said, and lurched forward.
     
    "My sentiments exactly," said Carrie, letting me
nudge her finger out of the way to replace it with my own, rubber-clad, slick
with lube, gently working her open to be quickly replaced by a second, which
made her gasp and hiss and whimper, rocking her hips as she pushed herself onto
me.
     
    "Cock, baby," she moaned softly. "I want your
cock."
          "We're supposed to go
slow."
     
    "Then I want your cock slowly."
     
    "You're getting it." It wasn't so much that I
worried about hurting my girlfriend -- I did, but then Carrie was very much
capable of letting me know if something didn't feel right. Quite the contrary;
I worried -- no, best not to think about that now.
     
    I worked in a third finger, and Carrie pressed back onto my
hand, sliding rhythmically back and forth like she was giving a lap dance. Her
muscles clenched tight and I let her relax as I worked all three fingers in
deeply, till they formed a little heart-shape, holding her asshole open
stretched and eager.
     
    "I think I'm ready," she said. "I want your
cock."
     
    "Do you want a condom?"
     
    She made a disdainful noise and a sour face. "Fuck no.
We're tested, remember?"
     
    "Wouldn't it be smoother?"
     
    "Than your cock? I don't think so," she said.
Then, deep, hot in a low, sensuous purr: "I want your cock naked inside
me, Jack... put it in already, will you?"
     
    I leaned firmly forward. My cock, still wet from her spit,
slid easily into my grasp and as my fingers went softly slurping out, I felt
the snugness of her asshole up against my naked cockhead.
     
    "Breath in deep, and then--FUCK!"
     
    She gave a little push back onto me, whimpering. My cockhead
popped in, and she made a bestial sound as she pushed her snug ass slowly down
my shaft, looking over her shoulder to make sure I saw the rapturous expression
on her face as she took me into her virgin
hole.          "You were
saying?" she asked me.
     
    My eyes rolled back into my head. I fumbled the wet rubber
glove off of my hand and threw it on the floor. I let her snuggle down onto me,
and gradually acclimate herself to the bulk in her hole. She started
clenching-releasing, clenching-releasing, each time relaxing more. I felt a
quick rubbing and realized she was stroking her clit fervently, 
periodically dipping two fingers into her cunt. When she did that I could feel
her ass tighten, even feel the pressure, a little, of her fingertips against my
cock.
     
    "Bolero" rose in mounting rhythmic fuck-sounds;
things were getting serious.
     
    "All right," she said softly. "Now fuck
me."
     
    I started slowly, gradually, working in and out inch by
inch, shocked at how different ass felt than a cunt. As I came partway out, she
smeared lube on me with the hand that wasn't on her pussy. Then,
"Harder," she begged, and I gave it my best, thrusting deeper until
her asshole was around the very

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