Kim Pt. 02

Part 2: -- Have You Ever

The story that follows is based on actual events. The story told here and in the parts that follow recount a mixed bag of memories both sweet and bitter. The names have been changed to protect the privacy of those who I have cared about. I say that a lot --I open all my stories with it- in this case, I cared more than I should have in the end.

My thanks to JtoHisPB for her services as a Beta Reader.

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It was Saturday morning and I awoke to the sound of rain on a tin roof, the smell of clean sheets and the gentle brush of silky hair against my face. It took me a moment to recognize the warmth pressed against my chest; I had my arm around Kim's waist, drawing her back to my chest as we spooned beneath the spring fresh sheets of her four poster bed.

Up until a few days before Kim and I had been friends most of our lives; she and her parents had lived not to far from the farm where I'd grown up. We had the same friends, rode the same bus, and went the same places. She'd married a friend of mine who would later turn out to be less of a man than she, or any woman, deserved; hitting her had become a part of his weekend ritual. We'd been just friends, nothing more. That changed the first night we slept together.

Her tight little body was stretched out beside me, lithe and lean and taunt in all the right places. She was petite, just an inch or two over five feet and beside my six foot frame she seemed fragile; a porcelain doll. Her long, mouse brown hair was tousled and it draped against my face; the scent of apple blossoms hung heavy in it. Her ass was a firm, heart-shaped glory to behold and my cock was cradled between its pillows. My hand lay against the firm flesh of her stomach; absently I let it drift up her rib gage to brush against the swell of her DD breast. I lightly drug the pad of my thumb across her breast. She stirred gently.

"What's that you've got there," she asked, pushing her ass back against my cock. Her voice was heavy with sleep but I could hear the smile on her face.

I nuzzled my face against her neck and drew her closer still. She turned in my arms, her hand falling to be cock; she gripped it firmly and stroked it slowly.

"You certainly know how to spoil a girl," she said softly, brushing her full, pouty lips against mine.

"We do aim to please," my hand fell on the sultry swell of her hip.

She was quiet for a long time, her hand slowly jacking me off. When I opened my eyes I found myself looking into hers; she was silently watching me as I lay beside her. I smiled and she lowered her face, pressing it into my neck.

"Your cock is so thick," she observed, her voice low and soft.

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say a word. I kissed her forehead instead, a light, gentle peck.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" she asked, almost clinical in her inquiry.

"A few times," I answered, loosing myself in the touch of her hand on my cock.

"Danny wouldn't," she replied, "he thought it was sick."

I didn't know what to say so I went with the proven winner, nothing.

"I can't believe you can get this into a woman's ass," she was stroking me with more intensity.

"You have to take your time," I said, "go slow, be gentle with her." I hoped I knew where this conversation was going.

"Do you think I could take it?" She asked.

My heart leapt in my chest. "If we take our time," I brushed my lips across her cheek bones; soft, playful kisses, "I think you could."

"Can we try?" she raised her eyes to mine; they were heavy with lust.

I didn't say a word. I took her in my arms and gently rolled her onto her other side; her back against my chest. I drew her close, slipping one arm beneath her neck, cradling her head on my biceps; my hand fell quite pleasantly on her ample breasts. My other hand drifted along the sweep of her tight stomach and then over the slight swell that marked her as a mother. I let my fingers drift through the soft tuff that marked her sex. She pressed her back against me, stretched, reaching back to grab my neck, twisting to present her mouth to me. I kissed her and let my fingers brush against her awakening clit. Her other hand found mine where I was cupping her breast. She placed her hand on mine there and encouraged me to handle her rougher than I had.

I shifted behind her slightly, pressing my cock between her thighs. The tip brushed her sex and she cooed. Her fluids brushed along me were we touched. I dipped tow fingers into her sex, coating them with her warmth before I pulled them out and brushed them across my cock.

"Let me," she said deep in her throat.

Her hand slid under mine and I felt her press three fingers into her pussy. I placed my hand on hers, pressing against her, holding her tightly. Her breathing became shallow as she pumped against our hands. She continued to direct my other hand across her breasts; I tugged and pulled at her nipples harder than I would have thought comfortable. When she pulled out of her self and grabbed my cock her hand was slick and warm. She groaned softly as she smeared her flow onto my cock.

I pressed two fingers past her labia, working them inside her for a moment. She stoked my cock and humped her firm ass against my groin. She stiffened when my fingers smeared her juices across the tight brown circle of her ass.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

She nodded, wordless.

I kissed her again as I pressed two fingers into her ass. I felt her breath catch in her chest at the violation. She squeezed my cock so hard it almost hurt; she let up quickly and jerked me faster yet.

"Put it in me," she whimpered as she broke our kiss.

I stroked her again with my fingers; two knuckles deep.

"Please," she whimpered, "Please fuck me... I want you to fuck my ass..."

I pulled my fingers from her ass and used my hand to guide my cock toward her ass. She eagerly pushed my hand away, placing the head of my cock against the warmth of her opened back door. I pulled her against me and rocked my hips into her. The head of my cock passed roughly through her ass.

"Ahh," she cried out.

I froze in place, holding her still. She moaned and simpered as I let my cock head rest just inside her ass. Cautiously she pressed back against me and I slid slightly deeper into her bowel. I meet her pressure; slowly we nudged the first half of my cock into her. She jerked and writhed and made a sharp sound high in her head.

"You're splitting me in half," she groaned.

"Should I stop?" I asked; my lips next to her ear as she cradled herself in my arms.

"Don't you dare," she breathed.

I took my time, resting inside her bowel for several moments between each thrust further into her. Her ass clenched me hungrily. Finally, with a single thrust I felt the tight ring of muscle slip around the base of my cock.

"It's all in me," she shuddered, "your whole cock is in me..."

I brushed her hair from her face, clearing it from her shoulder then leaned in and kissed her neck. She rocked her hips slightly against my violation of her ass. She nuzzled her face against mine. I pulled her as close as I could get her.

"Fuck me," she growled.

"Nope," I answered, "I got a better idea."

I moved my hand to her hips and rolled slowly, shifting to grip both her hips as I did. I pressed in to her and held her tight as I rolled onto my back. She followed awkwardly until eventually she was sitting upright, my rock hard cock in her ass. Her weight buried my full length in her.

"You fuck me," I said, arching my back and pressing into her.

"How?"

"It's just like being on top, except your riding me with your ass."

"Oh."

She sat motionless for a moment then shifted her weight to one side. She slide up my cock, I rolled with her to keep the length of it mostly inside. Slowly she adjusted herself to a position she was more familiar with. Her hands on my knees she was hesitant at first, riding my cock with short motions; little more than twitches of her hips that barely moved her along my length. The more she rocked against me the more she moved until she was lifting her ass quickly along my shaft and then gently settling back down around it.

"That's it, gorgeous," I encouraged.

I cupped her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly so I could watch her ass slip along my shaft. She was rising until the head threatened to pop free and then dropping down onto me again with as much passion.

"This is incredible," she said, leaning forward, her weight on my knees as she bounced her ass against me. "Cum in my ass!"

"Keep that up and I will." She had started letting the head of my cock brush past her tight muscles with each stroke. The pressure of the smooth, tight flesh was exquisite.

"I want to feel you cum leaking out of my ass when we're done!"

I could feel my nuts pulling tight and I knew I couldn't take much more before she got her wish. But I didn't want to cum in her like this. I wanted to see her face as she took my cum in her ass. I grabbed her hips firmly and twisted to one side on the big bed. We rolled in a tangle of limbs; my cock slipped out of her and a heavy scent of bowel drifted up.

"No, no, cum in my ass!" she protested.

"Relax," I pressed myself between her legs as she spread them.

She had her hands on her knees, pulling them back and away from me; she was presenting herself to me wantonly.

I knelt between her thighs, pressed my cock against the wide spread opening of her ass and slipped quickly back into her before her ass could start to recover.

"Yesss," she hissed as I leaned into her.

I dropped over her, my face inches from hers, my eyes locked with hers as I started fast stroking her ass.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked.

"Yes," her voice was thick with lust and her hands found my face. She held me tightly as her legs dropped around my waist.

I stabbed her ass with my cock in short fast thrusts, working her ass against my cockhead. The need in me built again. She'd be getting what she wanted sooner than I liked.

"Tell me what you want," I growled.

"Your cum in my ass..." she answered between short kisses to my face and neck.

"I want to feel your cum leaking out of my ass..." she continued as I worked against her with greater need.

"Beg me," I snapped. I regretted it almost as soon as I'd said it.

Her eyes showed a hint of doubt for a second, no more. A look that told me I'd be explaining myself later crossed her face. "Please... please cum in my ass..."

Her hands found my shoulders and she pulled herself closer to me. Her lips brushed my ear, "I want to feel like a slut, your cum leaking out of my ass... Make me a slut... Please... make me a slut with cum dripping out of her ass..."

I drove into her, burying my cock to her as deep as it would go; my full weight behind the violation. She cried out, to this day I'm not sure if it was in pain, lust or both. My cock swelled, my nuts drew up tight and I felt strings of hot, heavy cum exploding into her.

"That's it..." she let loose of my shoulders and fell back into the pillows. "Cum in my ass!"

I jerked against her in several short, sharp thrusts until my seed was spent. As my orgasm passed I rolled to one side, slipping from between her legs and onto my back. She was close behind me, rolling on top of me; her cheek was on my chest, her hand in my chest hair. Her cunt was pressed against my thigh and she ground against it s she lay there.

"I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass," her fingers worked feverishly in my chest hair.

I felt my cum dribbling onto my thigh, warm and wet, and I knew that it was dripping along her swollen labia as she worked her clit against my thigh. She moved slightly and took my nipple between her teeth, tugging at it as she ground against me. I groaned and put my hand in her hair. It was all I could manage not to knot my fist in her long, mouse brown locks.

Her breathing quickened and I saw her face drift away. She rocked against my thigh, smearing my cum and her juices between us in the process. When she jerked atop me I slipped both arms around her and pressed my thigh hard between her legs. She shuddered and fought for her breath and then the moment was done. She collapsed on top of me.

I held her close as I found the edge of a blanket and pulled it onto us. She was still and quiet and her touch was as welcome as anything I'd ever known. I don't know how long we'd lain there like that when she finally moved. She lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest; it bit into me painfully as she watched me for a moment. The look in her eyes was off, somehow.

"Beg you?" she asked, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.