Swinging for Bill
The thing I was thinking then, despite Bill’s cock deep in my pussy and feeling his thighs slamming up into mine, was how I used to like to ride the train with my mom. Now, I knew Bill might have been a bit put-off knowing I was daydreaming, especially seeing as he really was filling me pretty good and the sound of his balls slapping into my wide ass was loud, but I really couldn’t help that memory relapse at that particular moment. As he held that strap under my pelvis, as I more or less “swung” there in that wide belt Bill had fitted under me, I was brought back to those times on the train with my mom when she’d lift me just before the doors ‘shusshed” to a close, let me hang my little hand through an overhead strap, pretending to dangle just like those riders I’d see who’d stand during the ride.
“Urff,” Bill said and that spirited thrust fortunately brought me back to the moment… thinking of my mom and I riding the train was probably not the best thing seeing as my boyfriend was really building up steam now ramming my pussy from behind.
“That…that really is kinda deep,” I said, not lying. Not that Bill hadn’t fucked me this way a thousand or so times in our three years together, still with that soft black strap under me he could (and was) pulling me back into him with every thrust forward.
We were really making quite the delicious slapping sound.
“I got to buy us more stuff,” Bill grunted over my back and I spread my legs more, let my body go down further into the harness below me and let him take my weight deeper.
“Sure sweetie, what…whatever you want,” I said and once again looked over my high shoulder to my man.
I wasn’t a girl used to sex toys, in fact I can be downright provincial if truth be told. But Bill had wanted to try some stuff through our years together so I had gone along with mostly anything. We had swung with another couple, had sex in public places for about three months (until it got to cold out to continue) and now we’re trying this doggie-style sex strap. Bill seemed to know how to use sex toys, or at least where to buy them and that kinda turned me on, him having had a past like that (or having read enough magazines to know the ’sex toy score’) either way, if my handsome guy wanted to get into more toys with me, I was down. At thirty-six a woman knows her body pretty well, kinky toys or no kinky toys I knew how to get off and to tell the truth Bill’s cock was pretty sweet and I liked how much he wanted me more or less 24/7.
Bring on the little gadgets, dildos, whips, straps, any sex toy you wanted, I thought.
“I like thrusting in…” Bill said, slapped me forward, his cock touched something deep, I gulped, then he pulled back on the straps and I was reared up back into him even deeper. “…then pulling you back.”
“I…I…” I said trying to catch my breath. I had to agree, both that combination of fucking my pussy then pulling me back on his hard cock worked for me to.
“Thrust,” Bill said and did it.
“Pull back,” he added and pulled me back to him to complete the process.
Fuck, he definitely had the rhythm down and as I looked again back at him I saw how the muscles of his forearms chorded as he held me. Again my mind wandered but this time not from my lanky blonde-haired boyfriend. His popping muscles, the thrusting and pulling, the sweet heat I felt from Bill’s body so close to mine, and his cock in me like I was being speared, it all began to coalesce in my head.
“B…i…ll,” I shuttered as I heard and felt him starting to clutch and get close.
“Bill,” I whimpered and again he thrust up into me, pulled back but this time when he held on he actually shook me and began to come I knew.
I swung there and began to come myself; really it never takes Bill or I long when we get into having sex, with a toy, doggie strap under me, us hanging from the ceiling, whatever.
Fuck this guy was a keeper!
“KIM!” Bill growled and planted me and shot deep.
“Yes,” I agreed as I shuttered.
I wasn’t thinking of my mom or a train then, that’s for sure.