What a Big Wiggly Butt Can Do: A Novelette Read Online Free PDF Page A

backed up and lay on the bed. I
crawled up on him. He was too broad to straddle, so I spread my
legs in a V on his upper body. I lifted myself over his cock. He
held it straight for me. I started down.
    There was pain. But it was a good pain. It
was something I’d really never experienced. I don’t think it would
have been so good had his spike of a cock not been so hard. I slid
down the head of it, gasped and waited for a few seconds. Already,
I wanted more. I took in another couple of inches, gasped again. My
arms might have been tired from holding me up, but I didn’t feel
it. I could feel the pleasurable burn again. I think I was going to
cum. I told myself not to, to wait. That worked. I slid down a
little more, waited and then slid to the bottom.
    His hands went to my ass, and I loved this
even more. I started grinding on him, once again moaning out of
control. The pain was dwindling and the pleasure increasing. I
started picking up speed. His hands moved from my ass to my tits.
He squeezed my little tits and then gently squeezed my nipples.
    “I love these,” he said. Then he squeezed
them harder.
    The burn was back and I didn’t think there
would be any sending it away.
    His hands moved to my butt and he squeezed it
so hard that it came open. “And this is the best ass I’ve ever
seen. You’re going to have to come back. Probably many times.”
    That did it. My first time having sex, and I
was screaming out with orgasm number two. And the second one is
always better than the first. I felt like I went to heaven for a
little while and came back.
    When I did make it back, I was still. He was
really squeezing my ass. I remembered when I had been in the store
and how I got his attention by bending over.
    “This isn’t what you want,” I said.
    I pushed myself off of him. I got to the foot
of the bed. I put my shoulders and head down on the bed with my
butt way up and presented.
    Casey got off the bed. I heard him make a
shivering moan behind me. Then he was rubbing a hand all over my
butt. He touched it, squeezed it. He even opened it up and looked
at my butthole. I liked that. I thought I might want him to do more
there at a later date. And somehow I was expecting there would be a
later date, later dates actually.
    He finally slid into my vagina. He worked up
speed, at my request. I was stunned. The wiggle of that butt, which
used to always humiliate me, which I’d wanted to go away, was now
bringing the sexiest man alive great pleasure. I wanted to go back
to six months ago and tell younger me to hold out, to stop wishing
that wiggle away, that it was probably responsible for instigating
the greatest thing that would happen to me to that date.
    It turned me on too. The more he made it
wiggle and moaned, the more I wanted it to wiggle.
    “Harder!” I screamed out. “Faster!”
    Then I was gone again, to that wonderful
orgasm heaven.
    I came back to feel a warm wetness on my
back. I was a bit disappointed, wanting to eat it again, but I was
even more thrilled. The wiggle of my ass had made Casey cum.
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    Afterward, we took that bath. I washed him.
He washed me. We both took our time. He asked me to stay, and I
did. Then next day, he took me home. I got ready and went to
work.
    I was at the same time thrilled with what had
happened and worried I’d not see him again.
    He came in at his usual time, sweaty from his
workout.
    There were two registers going. He got in my
line. I rang up his chocolate milk, smiling at him as he smiled at
me.
    “Are you coming over tonight?” he asked.
    There it was. It felt even better than when
he’d asked me out the first time. “Of course.”
    I did go to his house that night. I returned
the night after that and the night after that and so on. We had sex
almost every night, and after sex we talked. We found out that,
besides loving each others bodies, we had something else in common.
We were both very smart.
    By the time I started college, I lived with
him. After a very