Proof Positive

by Cal Y. Pygia

 

Within the cleavage between the smooth, round mountain peaks, the hidden cavern leads deep into the bowels of the infertile land, where all is waste and no flood of vital essence can engender life. Wherefore is the passion incited in men who well understand the vanity of such intercourse?

 

Jennifer laughed. "How will you know?"

Carlos didn't laugh. "I'll know."

"How will you know?" she challenged.

"I'll know."

"I could fake it."

"No, you can't."

They'd had this discussion, such as it was, before they'd taken off their clothes and gotten into bed with one another. Jennifer wanted more than a steady boyfriend. She wanted to be married, now that they had the means to tie the knot. She loved Carlos, she'd declared, and wanted him to herself. She wanted a ring and a date. She wanted a husband.

For his part, Carlos, who'd been victimized by a woman once before, wanted proof that Jennifer did love him, as she claimed. They'd dated for six months, but they hadn't been intimate yet. By making love, Carlos had argued, he'd be able to tell for sure whether

Jennifer loved him or was simply after his money, of which he had a substantial amount, if not exactly a fortune.

Jennifer had countered that he just wanted to get into her pants and that it was absurd to think he could tell whether she loved him simply by having sex with her. In the end, she'd agreed to let her lover test his ridiculous theory. After all, she told herself, she had nothing to hide. She did love Carlos, as much as she loved his money.

Carlos had his clothes off in a heartbeat. Nude now, his cock already stiff and swollen, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching Jennifer remove her clothes. She took her time, teasing him with the slow revelation of her charms. Her long, slender fingers with

their long, manicured nails, painted rose-petal pink, fondled the buttons of her sapphire-blue blouse, lingering at each, as she unfastened them. Finally, she shrugged out of the blouse and hung it on the back of a nearby chair. Her firm, high, round breasts filled the cups of her lacy black bra, the smooth, creamy flesh contrasting beautifully with the dark, frilly fabric. Reaching behind herself, she unfastened the clasp that held the bra together

and let the undergarment fall to the floor. Carlos grinned, admiring the silken mounds, each of which was capped with a puffy, pink areola. Jennifer eased her jeans over her hips, thighs, knees, and calves, revealing her long, smooth, tapering legs. She stepped out of the denim trousers and set them upon the seat of the same chair upon which she'd hung her silk blouse. Next, Jennifer's hands slid down, over her hips, and she fingered the waistband of her black lace panties, smiling coyly at Carlos. The stiffness of his risen cock showed his excitement, as did the short gasps of breath he took and the devout attention he paid to her. She lowered her panties to the middle of her thighs, revealing the trim tuft of pubic hair above her genitals. Then, she pirouetted, to display the sculpted contours of her bare back and the rounded prominence of her sleek, creamy buttocks. She let him look for a few moments before completely lowering the underwear and stepping out of them. She was now completely naked. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

Carlos grinned. "Lie down," he commanded.

Jennifer lay belly-down on the bed.

"Not on your stomach," Carlos instructed her.

She looked surprised. Carlos had made it clear to her, many times, that he preferred anal sex to regular intercourse and that he enjoyed taking a girl from behind.

"Oh, don't worry. I still plan to fuck you in the ass, but I want to watch your face while I do it," he explained. She shrugged, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

Carlos grinned, kneeling between her parted thighs. She placed a pillow under the small of her back, to elevate her buttocks, and rested her ankles upon his shoulders while he lubricated his penis and her anus. "I'm going to enjoy this," he told her.

"Be gentle, please," she said.

He chuckled. "Oh, I'll be gentle, all right."

She wasn't reassured. "If you hurt me, it will be the last time," she warned.

"Don't worry."

"I mean it."

"I'll be gentle," he promised.

"I still don't see how you can tell, just from having sex, whether I really love you—which, by the way, for the thousandth time, I do."

"I'll be able to tell," he answered. Holding his erection, he guided the tip of his purple glans toward her puckered anus. When he felt the tight ring touch his prick, he held his cock firmly in place while he pressed forward with his hips, driving the rubbery glans through her tight sphincter. Jennifer gasped as she felt the thick girth spread her asshole. He drove an inch of his cock through her tight opening, pausing to let her anus adjust to having been penetrated. He could feel the round muscle flutter around his invading organ, as if in a valiant, but vain, effort to dislodge his trespassing member.

In a few moments, the quivering ceased as her asshole relaxed, accepting the presence of the thick, hard column of flesh that stretched her sphincter many times its normal size. Carlos insinuated another inch of his prick into her rectum, followed by another and another, working his long, swollen manhood into her slowly, stretching her anus still farther. Jennifer felt tears spring to her eyes. She bit her lip.

Carlos shoved the last few inches of his penis into her bowel, and Jennifer felt his balls press firmly against her perineum. He'd buried his cock inside her, and she felt stuffed. Carlos waited, letting her appreciate the sensation of being crammed full of his

rigid, swollen prick. It was exciting to know he'd filled her rectum with his erection.

Jennifer reached for her genitals, but Carlos smacked her hand. "No touching yourself," he declared. Before she could protest, he drew his hips back, drawing his cock through her impaled anus, and then plunged his organ home.

Jennifer gasped, surprised.

Carlos grinned, withdrawing his cock until only the glans remained within the ring of her anus. Then, he plunged into her ass again, driving his swollen cock into her to the hilt, his balls bouncing hard against her perineum. He began to fuck her in earnest, lunging deep into her bottom before retreating to drive the thick length of his cock back through the sphincter and into her stuffed bowels.

Jennifer moaned, writhing on the bed, her heart beating fast and sweat drenching her form.

Carlos continued to hammer her, driving his prick back and forth inside her asshole as if it were a piston. Jennifer's legs quivered, the muscles in her thighs flexing and bouncing, her buttocks rebounding upon the mattress as Carlos assaulted her mercilessly, her belly tightening almost convulsively, her tits flopping and bobbing.

"Uhhh!" she cried. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"

Finally, the irresistible, telltale sensation of orgasm flooded Carlos' groin, and his cock lurched, straining, inside Jennifer's rectum as his balls tightened. He spurted jet after thick, warm jet of his thick semen into her bowels. Then, his body glistening with

his dripping sweat, he collapsed atop her, panting and gasping, his heart beating fiercely against her bosom.

"Well?" she asked. "Do I love you?"

"Yes."

"How can you tell?"

Carlos lifted his head, grinning at the transsexual goddess. "Your cock is like steel," he said. "If that isn't proof positive, I don't know what would be."

Jennifer couldn't argue with logic like that, not when her penis was as thick, long, and rigid as Carlos' own cock. "You're right," she answered. "I do love you."

  

  

  

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