Backdoor Mishaps An Explicit Erotica #2
"Phil... oh my god, it feels so weird but so good," she choked out, a heavy tear of pure sensory overload leaking from the corner of her eye. "It makes my whole pussy feel like it's on fire. I want to feel you. Please, I want the plug inside me now."
Phil lifted his head, his face wet with her juices, his hazel eyes completely dark with an intense, possessive adoration. He reached out, his hand wrapping around the cool, smooth silicone stem of the black butt plug, ready to take the next step.
The lavender candle had burned down by another inch, its pale purple flame dancing wildly as the wind from the summer storm rattled the bedroom window.
The bedroom was thick with the heavy, combined scents of floral wax, the clean ozone from the rain, and the raw, musky aroma of Kiara’s overflowing arousal.
She lay completely paralyzed by a intoxicating mixture of fear and intense horniness, her thighs pinned wide open by Phil’s strong arms.
Phil reached over to the nightstand, his large fingers wrapping around a heavy, clear bottle of water-based lubricant.
He flipped the cap with his thumb, pouring a massive, cold dollop of the slick fluid directly onto his palm.
He rubbed his hands together, the loud, slippery squelch of the liquid filling the quiet space between the cracks of thunder outside.
"Look at me, Kiara," Phil murmured, his deep voice a commanding, low vibration that made her internal muscles contract instantly.
Kiara forced her eyes open, her gaze locking onto his dark hazel eyes in the shadows.
Phil leaned forward, his lube-slicked fingers gently smearing a thick, generous layer of the cold gel all over her hairless, bright pink pussy lips, before sliding his hand lower.
He generously coated the tight, puckered ring of her asshole, massaging the fluid deep into the tight creases until her entire seat was completely glistening, shiny, and soaking wet under the candlelight.
He picked up the sleek black silicone butt plug from the mattress.
The toy was small, a tapered trainer designed specifically for novices, but to Kiara’s wide, terrified eyes, it looked absolutely massive.
Phil didn't hesitate; he doused the smooth, bulbous head of the plug in the remaining lube until it was completely dripping.
"Take a deep breath for me, beautiful," Phil whispered, positioning the slick tip of the plug directly against the center of her tight, vibrating asshole. "Just relax your muscles. Let it slide in."
Kiara sucked in a sharp, ragged breath, her fingers instantly clawing deep into the mattress sheets as she felt the cold, unyielding pressure of the silicone head push against her ring.
Squelch... slide.
Slowly, with an agonizingly careful and steady pressure, Phil pushed the widest part of the tapered bulb past her defensive sphincter.
Kiara let out a loud, breathless gasp, her head thrashing back into the pillows as her body automatically tried to fight the invasion.
The sensation was completely overwhelming—an intense, heavy fullness that felt incredibly explicit, filling her rear with a blunt, stretching weight she had never experienced in her life.
"Oh god, Phil!" she choked out, a heavy shiver running down her spine. "It feels so big... it’s stretching me so much!"
"You're doing perfect, baby. Just breathe through it," Phil cooed, his hand remaining steady as he gave one final, firm push.
Pop.
The flared, narrow neck of the plug cleared her ring, and the wide, flat safety base snapped flat against the smooth skin between her cheeks.
Her tight, lubed asshole completely clamped down around the silicone neck, trapping the bulb deep inside her rectum.
Kiara lay entirely frozen for ten long seconds, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as her body slowly adapted to the strange, throbbing pressure of being plugged wide open.
But as the initial shock faded, the psychological weight of the taboo took total control of her system.
Having her rear completely occupied made her hairless pink pussy feel twice as tight, twice as hyper-sensitive.
A heavy, hot stream of her natural pussy juices began to flood out of her, soaking her inner thighs and dripping onto the bed.
Phil looked down at her, his own stamina pushed to the absolute absolute limit. His iron-hard, dark-veined cock was throbbing violently, a heavy bead of pre-cum glistening at the swollen purple tip. He couldn't wait another second.
He slid his bulk up her body, positioning his thick, rigid shaft right against her dripping pussy entrance.
Because the butt plug was stretching her perineum from behind, her pussy channel was pulled incredibly taut, creating a hyper-compressed, tight opening.
Phil gripped her hips with a bruising hold and drove his length deep inside her pussy in one long, liquid slide.
Squelch! Slap!
"AHH!" Kiara shrieked, her mouth opening wide in a silent, weeping groan as the dual penetration hit her system like a lightning bolt.
The physical friction was absolute madness.
Every single time Phil slammed his pelvis against her bare groin, his thick cock ground directly against the internal wall that separated her pussy from the silicone bulb of the butt plug trapped in her asshole.
She was caught in a vice-like sandwich of raw meat and smooth silicone, her internal nerve endings being stimulated from both sides simultaneously.
Phil established a fast, ruthless, and completely breathless rhythm, his heavy thighs slapping loudly against her smooth skin.
Slap, slap, slap.
The explicit, messy sounds of their lovemaking filled the humid bedroom, the loud squelch of her pussy fluids and the excess lube creating a slick, frothy glaze that coated his pubic hair.
Kiara was losing her mind, her head thrashing violently against the pillows, her hands clawing at Phil’s broad, sweating shoulders as he hammered deep inside her.
The dual friction was driving her straight toward a catastrophic breaking point, her tight pussy walls clamping down around his dark-veined shaft in a series of fast, uncontrollable spasms.
"Fuck, Kiara, you are so tight like this," Phil growled, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth ground together as he rode her with a frantic, desperate speed. "The plug is pushing your walls right against my cock. I can feel every single ridge inside you."
They fucked with a wild, animalistic intensity, completely high on the adrenaline of the storm and the explicit nature of her stretched rear, building the heat in the room to a absolute boiling point.
The violent summer storm outside had settled into a steady, suffocating hum, the heavy rain sheeting down the bedroom window like a dark curtain.
Inside, the lavender candle was drowning in its own melted purple wax, its flame shrinking down to a weak, fragile sliver of light that barely reached the corners of the bed.
The bedroom air was incredibly thick and heavy, smelling strongly of sweat, spilled lubricant, and the deep, musky aroma of their breathless exertion.
Phil slowly ground his pelvis forward one last time, his thick, dark-veined cock bottoming out deep inside Kiara’s soaking wet pussy, before he pulled back completely.
Squelch... pop.
The explicit sound of his exit echoed in the quiet room.
Kiara let out a long, trembling sigh, her naked body twitching slightly on the sheets.
Phil knelt between her thighs, his eyes fixed on the black silicone base of the butt plug still resting firmly against her skin.
He reached down, his large fingers grasping the flared handle of the toy, and with one slow, steady pull, he slid the bulb out of her rear.
Squeak... squelch.
Her tight pink ring instantly collapsed inward, glistening with a thick layer of wet gel, visibly stretched and pulsing from the heavy fullness.
Kiara gasped at the sudden emptiness, a heavy wave of pure, unadulterated horniness washing over her lower belly.
The taboo thrill of having her asshole prepped and ready had pushed her anxiety aside, replacing it with a reckless, desperate desire to feel him even deeper.
"Phil," she whispered, her voice a ragged, breathless purr as she reached down to grab her own ankles, pulling her knees all the way up to her chest to completely expose her glistening center. "I want it. I want your cock inside my asshole. Right now, while I’m this hot for you."
Phil’s heart violently leaped into his throat, his mind completely melting at the raw sight of her total submission.
His iron-hard, thick shaft gave a heavy, stubborn pulse, the swollen purple tip completely drenched in her pussy fluids and a thick dollop of his own sticky pre-cum.
He didn't hesitate. He squirted another massive, cold puddle of lube over his palm, slathering his entire length until it was dripping, before smearing the rest over her pulsing pink ring.
He shifted his bulk forward, hovering directly over her trembling body.
He braced his large hands on either side of her head, locking his dark hazel eyes onto hers in the dim candlelight.
He lowered his groin, centering the heavy, blunt crown of his cock directly against the tight, lubed entrance of her asshole.
"Just breathe, baby," Phil growled in a low, rough whisper, his jaw clenched hard. "Tell me when to push."
"Now," Kiara panted, her eyes wide and dilated with a mix of terror and lust. "Do it now."
Phil leaned his weight forward, applying a firm, unyielding pressure to the base of his shaft. The thick, wide head of his cock began to force its way past her defensive outer sphincter, stretching the tight, pristine muscle wide open.
Squelch... slide.
The reaction was instantaneous and devastating.
The moment the widest part of his crown breached her ring, the angle shifted slightly, and Kiara’s internal muscles completely panicked.
Instead of opening up, her tight walls locked down into an incredibly rigid, defensive spasm, trapping the head of his cock in a vice-like grip that offered zero give.
A sudden, sharp, and blinding tearing pain shot straight through Kiara’s lower back.