The Nucle Police

The Knuckle Police

Patricia rode Matthew, and with her efforts to provide both of them pleasure, her soft breasts were swinging up and down, too. This was a glorious sight for Matthew, who enjoyed this position as much as Patricia did. Being able to caress her clit or to cup her breast while she slid up and down on him, was an additional turn on. And, as of late, it also made it easy to tenderly brush the crevice of her butt, and even her butt hole itself:

Ever since Patricia had asked him for the first time to shave her pubic hair, the image of both her pussy and her butt hole neatly framed by her pulled up and spread thighs aroused and fascinated him. It took Patricia a while to realize this, because Matthew had developed a very respectful and innocent way of asking her consent to touch her there. He would stroke her butt cheek lightly about two thirds of the way, with the tips of his fingers angled towards her butt hole. This was pleasurable for Patricia by itself, and when she wiggled her butt, his hands would follow her movements. Initially that had let to contact with her butt hole just by chance, but as soon as Patricia understood the mechanism, she made use of it more and more often.

Right now, one of Matthew's fingers was centered on her butt again. He had licked it in order to provide lubrication, and now, he was brushing the skin of Patricia's butt hole, slowly, and going in very small circles. It felt so good that Patricia stopped her motions and just savored the sensation for a short while. But soon she could not hold back any longer and picked up her riding motions again, and more rapidly. Both she and Matthew came, shortly after another.

Later, when they had dinner, still glowing from their play session, Patricia put down her cutlery, and looked Matthew straight in the eye. When she had caught Matthew's attention, she said with a straight face „I checked with the Knuckle Police. They won't mind any intrusion of butt holes up to the first knuckle of any finger." After a brief pause, she continued: „And they wouldn't be too strict about it, so we don't have to worry about minor transgressions". Matthew did not quite know what to say. Only after ten seconds or so, he replied: „Good to know. I am glad you checked." Both picked up eating again, and started beaming more and more. When they had finished the main course, Patricia said: „Today, I want two desserts, first the strawberry ice cream, and then a Matthew knuckle."

They both had a bowl of ice cream each, but ate it rather quickly, and then cleared the dishes into the kitchen in a rush. As had become her custom, Patricia wore one of Matthew's shirts after they had sex, and nothing else. On her, it was of course oversized, and additionally she would close only one or two buttons. This let her breasts remain visible, and easy to slide out of their cover, and occasionally allowed a glance her, currently bald, pussy, too.

As soon as they were done with the dishes, Patricia returned to the dinner table and bent over it, exposing her butt to Matthew. She even reached back and pulled her butt cheeks slightly apart.

Matthew could not explain what exactly triggered his excitement, but he did not care either. He simply and unconditionally marveled the sight, and the feel to his touch. The skin was slightly darker there than in the perimeter, forming a small circle. Patricia's butt hole had small wrinkles, which were aligned radially towards a slightly indented center.

Matthew stepped behind her, and lavishly coated his index finger with his saliva. He then caressed the butt hole on the outside until Patricia started moaning softly. Knowing her so well, he was certain that she had cleaned herself meticulously, unnoticed by him. Hence he did not hesitate to lick his finger again, for more lubrication.

Then, Matthew very cautiously positioned the tip of his right index finger at the entrance to Patricia's butt, following the shape of the small and shallow indentation.

With his other hand, he stroked her hip tenderly. Slowly, he started to push in, but very lightly. Being completely relaxed and trusting Matthew fully, Patricia opened up easily, despite this being the very first time, anything traveled this direction, other than a thermometer when she was still very young.

Once he realized that Patricia was at ease, Matthew made ever so small movements with his finger: in and out and left and right. Patricia moaned again, more intensely now.

She had not expected any pain, but an awkward feeling. But actually, it just felt very slightly tickling, and otherwise similar to when Matthew caressed her labia. Patricia became wet very quickly, and Matthew could see drips of moisture on her labia that formed a rivulet down her inner thigh. He moved his left hand from her hip to her clit and started to caress it in sync with the movement of his finger in her butt.

Patricia soon had a climax. After it had faded, she got up, turned around, and, for the first time actually kissed Matthew on the lips, holding his face in her hands. „Thank you so much" she whispered, and Matthew beamed.

Since then, the addition of a finger tip in Patricia's butt hole became a regular, almost constant ingredient of Matthew's and Patricia's sex sessions. Patricia always had a very special facial expression, both when Matthew's penis entered her pussy, and when his finger tip slid into her butt hole: a mixture of awe and pleasure. Matthew adored this sight.

In parallel, their affection for each other evolved from a close comradeship to a true romantic relation. Kissing, hugging, and cuddling now formed a major part of their play sessions, before and after sex. Over time, this resulted in higher levels of intimacy, making their sessions even more erotic. As a result, Matthew not only pleasured Patricia's clit and labia orally, but as well rimmed her butt hole. Usually, she would stand in her high heels, slightly bent forward and pushing her butt out, while he knelt behind her and licked her vigorously, with his hands on her hips to steady him. He would even push the tip his stiff tongue in her opening.

Patricia was happy. Their play sessions had proved to be exactly what she had sought: touch, tenderness, and lust, with a partner she could fully trust, and whom she respected in every way.

On one of the occasions, when Matthew feasted first on her pussy and then on her butt, Patricia morphed into a doggy style position and invited Matthew to enter her. Happily he complied, and they established a steady rhythm of sliding in and out. Matthew saw Patricia's butt hole, wet with his saliva, and actually slightly opened up.

He licked his thumb, the one finger he had never inserted so far, and eased it into Patricia's butt hole. She moaned, as he kept his thumb up to the first knuckle in her, moving it around slowly. He could feel its pressure on his penis, which ignited the next stage for both of them.

Following a sudden impulse, Patricia reached behind her, grabbed Matthew's wrist and pushed his thumb in all the way. She took a sharp breath once, but adjusted quickly. Then she lowered her upper body towards the floor and rested her face on a cushion, to gain a better angle. Now, they both could feel Matthew's thumb much more, in her butt and in her pussy.

In the aftermath of their strong climax, they cuddled, with Patricia leaning against Matthew's chest. His left hand cupped her left breast, gripping her nipple lightly. Patricia made a mental note to have a stern talk with the Knuckle Police to mind their own business, and to research into butt plugs and their application.