Prince Dan Albert
02-26-2013, 09:53 PM
Hello out there!
here's my first story.... some of the sexual practices might be a little unusual, but I'm waiting for comments and suggestions!
Chastity
When he entered the room, a beautiful woman was standing there and seemingly waiting for him. She was about his height, slender, her skin a beautiful dark brown. She was wearing a tight wrap around silver dress, which was so short it barely reached her thighs. She was standing in a shay pose, her arms folded behind her back- which showed her shoulders and collarbones in a most favourable way and accentuated her small, firm tits. Her extra-high heels made her long, firm legs even longer and gave her a sluttish look, which was contradicted by her bautyful features, her perfect haircut, the tasteful make-up and most of all by her big, wonderfully shaped and expressive eyes.
“You must be Chastity” was all he could think of to say – the instant he looked in these eyes he was lost to the world. Luckily, for him, Chastity seemed to like what she saw, because his unwitty adress notwithstanding her lips parted in a little smile to show a row of perfect white teeth, wonderful dimples formed in her cheeks and she answered in a husky voice that sent shivers down his spine: “Yes, I am. And who are you, stranger?”
He felt that he blushed a little - he knew that for his mid-forties he was in a very good shape, kept most of his good features – his white-teeth smile and flashing blue eyes among them- but still he felt ambarassed that he seemed to have lost his wits completely in front of this dreamgirl.
“My name is- well, I’m Dan!” he said, and awkwardly extended a hand to great her. She ignored his hand, looked him hard in the eyes, smiled again and leaned forward to kiss him ever so lightly on the cheek.
In one fluid movement she went back in an upright position, flew one arm from her back, turned on her heel and went went to a drinks cabinet on the far wall. “You smell good, Dan” she said, more to herself than to him, “and you seem to be a nice guy.”
The nice guy couldn’t turn his eyes from her back. The tight dress caressed her body, her buttocks were modelled like made from solid silver, she walked in fashion-model style, catlike crossing her legs in front of each other. Her own scent lingered in the air, and he inhaled it as deeply as he could.
She splashed some liquid in two glasses, took them and went to the big, red four poster bed that stood in the middle of the room. She sat on the corner, put one leg over the other (her skirt was so short that otherwise he could have seen heaven between her legs) and extended one hand with the glass towards him. She cocked her head slightly and again her eyes locked on his. She simply raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question.
In less than an instant he sat beside her, took the glass from her hand and felt an almost electric shock when he accidently touched her fingers.
The room had an utmost pleasant atmosphere. There was no artificial light, but soft daylight seeped in through a big window, which was halfway covered from the outside by green leaves. It was quiet, from the yard outside the window only the distant hum of a big city could be heard, interspersed by birds singing in the trees. A few lost rays of sunlight fell through the leavers covering the window, golden speckles of dust dancing in them.
There were no paintings on the walls, but a number of framed mirrors from floor to the ceiling. A big, leather upholstered throne-like chair stood close to the bed.
Silently, they toasted each other and took a sip of the golden liquid. It burnt in his throat, the warmth spread almost immediately in his body and made his tight stomach relax a little… he WAS nervous, there was no way to deny this!
“How long have you been in the country?” she asked him.
“About two years”, he answered.
“Two years already? What took you so long to come to me, then?” she asked with a little laugh. He wanted to answer and explain about work and travel, but then he realized that she was only teasing him.
“Sometimes anticipation is better than the real thing!” was all what he could think of to say.
„Oh no, you are very wrong on that!” She replied with a laugh. “You will see that the real thing is better than anything you might have anticipated!” She smiled, but he saw a spec of a challenge in her eyes.
“Yes, I think you’re right about that”, he said sheepishly, but at least he managed to meet her challenging look.
“I’ll drink to that!” she said, and finished her glass. He did the same, and before he could think about where to put the empty glass, she got up and took it from his hand.
The moment it took her to go to the drinks cabinet, put down the glasses and return, he already felt the emptiness beside him, and wanted her back.
She stood in front of him, hiked her skirt up and straddled him, sitting on his thighs.
She was so close to him now, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the aroma of her skin and feel her breath touching his face. His nerves tingled where their bodys touched.
Her long, brown thighs were spread, the fabric of her skirt stretchet tout, creating a cavern between her legs which emanated a faint, heavenly odour… or was this just his overexited imagination?
She leaned forward and kissed him gently, barely touching his lips with hers.
“Now, talk.” She said and crossed her hands behind his neck, so her forearms rested on his shoulders . She cocked her head ever so slightly and watched him, waiting for him to begin.
He knew that he gave the impression of a simpleton fresh out of the woods until now, so he used one of his best assets to counter that picture: because talk he could. Obediently he told about himself, he was serious and witty, funny and self-deprecating were it suited, open and honest where appropriate. Who, where, when, ups and downs, achievements and failures, his life story poured out of him, he didn’t even realize how long he hadn’t open up to anybody.
She listened closely, but without much of an reaction – a lifted eyebrow here, a quick smile here, a furrowed forehead now and then- but nothing more.
He finished his tale with an “… that’s about it until now, and I am very glad that all that let me to be right now right here!” about the same time as her weight became uncomfortable on his thighs.
She sensed his discomfort, kissed him again as lightly as before, said “You’re most welcome, Mr. XXX”
She took his hand, and put it between her legs. Her skirt has moved up so high that he clearly saw the bulging front of her slip- and when she put his hand on the protrusion, he felt the heat and strength of the meat hidden in there. She didn’t move, but looked him in the eye- obviously she wanted to make clear to him what he was up against. Still locked on her eyes, which seemed to look right into his soul, he didn’t flinch, but gave her meat the slightest squeeze through the thin fabric and kept his hand there.
She reacted with an angelic smile – that matter obviously was settled !
He felt an enormous relief – like he passed a test of some sort – both with his tale, and his reaction.
She stood up, turned around, and stretched her body, arms high in the air, her body a curve of brown and silver.
Of course he was mesmerized by the firm butt in front of his face, but he managed to catch a glimpse of her armpits… a place he secretly adored in almost any woman, but brown, smooth and glossy with a touch of perspiration like these… it was a dream come true! He wished he could bury his face in this humid heaven.
After stretching, she turned around and extended her hands to him. When he took them, she pulled him from the bed towards her. Her hands were slender, her fingers long and her grip controlled, but strong.
He wanted to use the momentum to get close enough to her to sneak a kiss, but he quickly felt her strong hands pressed against his chest. That in itself felt great, he felt her warm palms clearly through the thin fabric of his shirt.
With an amused smile she looked at him, and with a graceful gesture nodded with her head behind her shoulders. “You see these doors?” she asked. “We gonna use some time in there to prepare ourselves, and afterwards we will spend some quality time here together.” When he took a breath to speak up, she answered him with a quick smile before he even could make a sound: “Separately, honey.”
“You take your time in there, and prepare yourself to be ready and comfortable for whatever might come! I don’t want to hear no excuses afterwards!” with a slap on his butt she sent him off and walked in the opposite direction.
On both sides of the room there were doors, which turned out to lead to identical bathrooms. Opening his door, he glimpsed over his shoulder, and saw Chastity entering her bathroom door. She looked back over her shoulder as well, smiled and gave him a quick wave of her hand. Then her door quietly clicked shut.
He entered the spacious bathroom. He did a quick inventory and couldn’t stifle a smile: In here, it was obvious that male and female attitude was mixed together. Expensive perfume bottles stood side by side with high-class shaving gear, beside nail polish in many colours stood a case with what looked like golden cuff-links…. not that he wore those! On a shelf stood a neatly row of ever bigger dildos, below was a second row with different types of irrigators, plugs and other ass-related playthings. Leather harnesses, whips and strap-ons were hanging from hooks in the walls, as well as plush bathrobes and huge towels. Two walls were completely covered in mirrors.
The walk-in shower was cleverly designed for the task at hand. Besides the usual showerhead there was a hand held irrigating plug attached to the water outlet, and the sinkhole had a size that seemed to be able to handle more than just water.
He quickly undressed, stepped into the shower and turned the hot water almost to the max. The water poured down on him in a soft, jungle-rain stream, and he felt his muscles relax. After lathering his body with the luxury shower gel he found, he used the safety razor to shave his face and armpits, as well as his balls and ass. As an afterthought, he shaved off the few stray hairs that grew out of the back of his toes….. he doubted that she might be turned off by them or even notice them, but it made him feel more comfortable in his own skin.
After he worked out how the irrigator bulb was regulated, he gave his ass a quick, but thorough cleaning and used the pear shaped bulb for just a little foreplay. Of course, a small bottle of lubricant was thoughtfully provided in the shower.
When he left the shower, he felt clean, relaxed and ready, and only after he towelled himself dry and used the strong, musky aftershave he thought it to be a shame that after the shower, she might smell of soap and perfume, and not of her own body odours.
The tiles below his feet were pleasantly warm, so he didn’t put on any slippers. He wrapped himself loosely in the red bathrobe and when stepped out of the bathroom he gave the picture in the mirror a quick glance. His brown hair was darker than usual from being wet, the pink of his body, which was still a little flushed from the hot shower, accentuated by the red bathrobe. His – not only in his opinion- nicely shaped, but unfortunately not very large dick with the 4 ga Frenum and 2 ga Prince Albert Piercings was hidden by the thick cloth.
To his surprise, she was not equally dressed in a bathrobe, or suchlike attire which indicated a leisurely and relaxing time in a spa-like atmosphere. Instead, she looked like she had been working out, wearing a tight tank top and super tight spandex shorts, which looked like painted on her ass. Her body was toned and covered in light sweat. Her small tits showed plainly on the top, small half moons of sweat underlining them.
She moved smooth and quick on bare feet like a big cat, was upon him in a second and brushed the bathrobe from his shoulders.
She gave him a thorough once-over from head to toe, and when she moved around him, she kicked the bathrobe at his feet away.
He felt her hand on his right shoulder-blade, covering the rose tattoo he wore there.
“Tell me about this” she said.
He told her about his 18th birthday, a long, long time ago, when he got this tattoo.
Now she moved closer from behind, pressed her body against his – he felt her thighs on his, her groin on his butt, her breast on his back, he smelled her hot body close to him –
She reached around his side and put her hand on the tattooed name on his groin. “And this?”
He told her about the girl whose name it was, the times long gone, the love, heat and passion.
Her hand on his skin, so close to the base of his naked dick… he felt he grew hard.
But that didn’t bother her, obviously, because when she moved around and stood in front of him, the tip of his dick – or, rather, the ring protruding from it- almost touched her, but she didn’t pay any attention to it.
She had her hand on her hips, looked him square in the eye and said: “you are a very intriguing mixture, my dear… a innocent rose but a pierced dick, an everlasting love but walking alone, a sharp mind but quiet as water in a mug…. let’s see if we can solve this riddle!”
With this, she moved closer to him, moved her face closer to his, and put her lips on his for a long, long kiss. In an instinct he put her arms around her, and lost himself in her sweet kiss, her hot tongue, her strong teeth, he drank her saliva and followed when she retreated, and opened up when she pushed….
After a long while, breathing hard and with wet chins, they separated and looked at each other, almost astounded.
His dick was rock hard by now, her shorts seemed about to burst… but still their eyes were fixed at each other.
Almost at the same time they broke eye contact and dived towards each other‘s dicks. They bumped into each other, had to hold each other for balance, and laughed and giggled about it while sidestepping to the bed.
They fell on the bed sideways, quickly manoevering for an easy 69 position. She was clearly in an advantage and in a quarter of a second had his dick between her beautiful lips, his rings clicking on her teeth. He shivered violently when his dick entered her smooth, hot, balmy mouth and these incredibly soft lips hold his shaft.
He pressed his nose and mouth against her shorts, he could feel the heat and sense the smell of her meat through the thin fabric, which was clammy from sweat and her dick dripping precum… he opened his mouth and followed the contour of her shaft , which seemed to be more than large.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled down. The soft fabric gave way and an enormous dick, charcoal black with bulging veins and a shiny glans jumped in his face. He buried his face on its base, felt her balls and tasted her strong aroma, while her dick was pressed against his forehead.
He licked her balls and pushed his face as deep between her thighs as he could, catching a whiff of the strong, earthy aroma emanating from between her buttocks.
“Oh my good, u taste so good, and I love your smell!” he said. “I was afraid you’d be drowning in perfume by now!”
She looked up, let his dick slide out of her mouth, threads of her saliva bridging the gap between her lips and his tip. “I don’t like the smell of things on my skin which are not my own” she said, “with very few exceptions, of course….” here, she gave him a lewd smile, but that quickly changed with a cute laugh before she swallowed his dick again.
She gave him the blow-job of his life. She took his whole length down her throat, until her nose was pressed against his groin. She throat-fucked him with hard, quick strokes until she had to let him out to take a deep breath. Then she sucked on his tip, and when she nibbled his flesh his piercings clicked against her teeth. She had his dick in a tight grip, and when she felt that he reacted too strongly, she eased the intensity of her caressing. She obviously was a master in keeping you on the verge of exploding, without crossing that border.
He, on the other hand, was having the time of his life with her long, thick meat. First he licked the whole length of it, drinking in her taste and aroma. Carefully he worked his way to her balls, which he could take into his mouth and felt the sensitive core moving inside the soft skin. He could barely close his fist around the width of her shaft, and a good half of its length was still not covered by his hand. The feeling of this hot, pulsating rod in his hand made him feel dizzy. When he finally opened his lips to take the hot tip of her dick into his mouth, he covered his teeth carefully not to bite her.
The sensation of having filled his mouth by strong, black meat was overwhelming.
He worked her tip with his tongue and cheeks, sucking and slurping, chewing slightly and sucking her. After a while she slowly started moving her hips back and forth, leisurely fucking him in the mouth.
Obviously he didn’t put enough resistance for her liking, because soon he felt her hand reaching down to him, searching his hair and grabbing them to steady his head. This way she fucked him harder and deeper than he would have dared. He was afraid to gag, but he opened his mouth wide and let the huge shaft enter his mouth and withdraw again, going deeper with each stroke.
He was dripping saliva now, his eyes were watering and he was breathing heavily. Good thing he practiced deep-throat with his dildos sometimes, but still this dick was a challenge. He managed to find an angle that eased the entrance a little. But the first thrust down his throat cut his air off, and he had to concentrate not to gag. To counteract this he throw his head forward and met her stokes with an eagerness to get her as deep as possible.
After 30 seconds of this he had to withdraw his head, because he needed air. Her dick left his throat with copious amounts of saliva and gunk, he drew in air through his nose but didn’t let the tip of her dick out of his mouth. Breathing heavily he chewed the wonderful dick in his mouth.
She let go of his dick and laughed softly. “My, aren’t you the oral type! That was quite something for a straight guy! But come here, I have more for you!”
With this, she turned around. She knelt before him, her ass high in the air, her huge dick dangling between her long slender legs, dripping from his throat. Her balls were hanging long and nicely shaped. Tentatively he licked her ass, and her arousing aroma filled his mouth and nose. When he felt the pulsating, tightly coiled ring under his tongue he pressed slightly. Instantly the knot opened a little, and he had a feeling that he could enter her sacred place any time.
She moaned and put her weight more comfortable on her knees and elbows. Strains of precum dripped from the tip of her mighty dick. Her chest was pressed flat against the bed, he saw the profile of her face, her beautiful lips were parted slightly and her eyes halfclosed. He licked her asscrack from the base of her balls to her tailbone and back, and each time he passed her tight asshole he squeezed his tongue a little deeper in her brown ring. The taste of her ass drove him almost crazy – a musty, warm aroma, mixed with sharper notes of her most secret places.
Then he tongue-fucked her asshole, pushing deeper and deeper, feeling her resistance give way. Finally, when he pressed his mouth against her puckered asshole, he felt her body tighten and when she gave a hard push the closely folded tissue opened up. Her assring stretched, and he felt how her incredibly soft inner tissue prolapsed and pressed against his lips. She was slippery and wet from her juices and mucus. He breathed the exciting aroma, while his tongue played deep between her petals. He opened his jaws and her flesh filled his mouth – it felt warm and soft, he sensed her whole inside connected to him. Carefully, gently he sucked on her red tube, duplicating the movements with his hand on her enormous dick, gently stroking up and down, moving her skin with his fingers. He felt her blood pulsating in his mouth and on his palm.
He put his hands on her firm and round ass, he felt the soft skin on her firm half-spheres while he buried his face in the dark crack between them. She relaxed and softened the pressure from within her bowels, and her prolapse retreated between her assring and vanished behind her gaping hole. He slid his tongue inside her, followed the tissue he just a moment ago had caressed in his mouth.
He licked her swollen and bulging asshole, the rim of which was deep purple, thick with veins and protruding a good half of an inch.
She squeezed her ass tight, once, twice, and all the loose folds fell back into place, and her asshole looked tight and innocent, just a little wet from licking.
“Come on”, she said in a throaty voice, “you don’t wear these piercings just for show? let me feel them inside me!”
That she didn’t need to ask him twice. She lay before him open and ready. The look of her long, slender back over the round and beautiful ass, the inviting brown eye in the middle of her crack, and her half-erect dick dangling expectantly made him hard at once. On a little tray beside the bed stood a can with jelly. Quickly he splashed some on his hands, worked it on her ass and his dick, and put the tip of his dick so close to her asshole, that only his ring touched her sensitive asslips.
“Do you feel me?” he whispered
“Yes, I do” came her breathy reply.
Her asshole twitched, like a eye blinking, and when he pushed forward his tip parted the dark red, moist and silky tissue with almost no resistance. Her assring stretched smoothly around his shaft, and just the look of his white dick vanishing between her brown buttocks in that dark ring almost made him cum.
He focused his gaze on her round shoulders, drew a deep breath and started pounding her ass.
She was comfortable smooth, neither too tight nor too loose, and soon he felt her reactions, ranging from her sphincter tightening and clenching his dick to opening up far and good.
He found a steady rhythm, moving in and out of her ass in long, steady strokes. He caressed her body wherever he could reach her- he stroke her buttocks and thighs with his open palms, he hold her waist and fondled her ribs, he reached around her and cupped her breasts, fondling the nipples between his fingers. He reached for her dick, stroking it in the rhythm of his thrusts. He kissed her back, licked her spine and shoulders. At some point he hooked his thumbs into her asshole alongside his dick, tightening the entrance.
She took it all in, enjoying it, building up the excitement slowly and steadily. After some while she started moaning and meeting his thrusts with backward pushes of her butt. She put her weight on one hand, and with the other she played with her nipples.
Her bodylanguage changed, she was really horny and aroused now. He pumped ahead, biting his teeth, praying not to come too early, fucking that wonderful ass.
Her skin glistened with perspiration, she put both hands back on the bed, buckled her spine and pressed against him. He fucked her in a frenzy now, he had grabbed her pelvis and hightened the force of his thrusts by sharply pushing her back to meet his dick.
With a hard crack his open palm smacked her ass. She let out a growl and intensified the heat. Again he smacked her, and again. She pushed back even harder, and he fucked her so hard his pelvis slapped against her thigs.
All of a sudden she pressed back against him and stopped her motion. She blocked him, too, and he felt how her ass loosened up to the max, and then clenched his dick almost to the point of tearing it out.
She coiled up, arched her back, a long moan left her constrained throat – he saw her hands clenching the beds cloth – she strongly experienced a fully blown anal-orgasm.
He held her tight, her ass pressed into his lap, bent down to kiss her back and felt the spasms in her asshole slowly ebbing, her breathing coming back to normal.
She dropped forward on the bed pulling her ass from his lap, it separated with a slurping sound, his dick popped out of her ass with a soft plop.
She turned to her side and reached with her hands out to him. He cuddled beside her, held her in his arms, their legs interlocked, feeling the warmth and closeness of each other, lost in their dreams and thoughts for a while, drowsy from the experience.
Her head was snuggled on his chest, her hair tickled his nose, but he held her tight, not moving a muscle, just their breathing heaved their breasts.
It grew dark outside. Soft lights, hidden in the ceiling, sprang to life. At long last, she got up, went to the drinks cabinet and came back with two glasses. “Come on, sleepy head” she murmured in his ears, her breath in his ear sending shivers down his spine. “There are promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep!” He couldn’t believe his ears, but had to smile anyway. The last thing he had expected here was Robert Frost being quoted, but then again… what had he expected, actually?
They drank the refreshing, bitter tasting juice. She licked her lips and smiled at him.
The huge mirror on the wall doubled the scene. What he couldn’t see of her in front of him, he saw from another angel throught the mirror. Her long legs, being crossed and framing her dick. Her flat tummy, nice tits with big nipples, he saw the outline of her ribs and her sharp collarbones. Her profile in the mirror was as perfect as the frontal he faced. What a woman!
She took his empty glass, got up and put it away. She flicked a switch, and soft music started to play. With outstretched hands she turned to him, he got up from the bed and joined her embrace for a slow, smooth dance. Their dicks and breast touched, but otherwise they held perfect ballroom positions, his hand around her waist, hers resting lightly on his shoulder. He didn’t need to lead, their movements were in sync and following the music.
She rested her head against his cheek, sometimes she threw her head back to clear a strand of hair. Now and then they shared deep looks in each others eyes, breaking off with a deep kiss. They danced for quite a while, touching and sharing the rhythm, and slowly the excitement grew again. Incidentally – or maybe, not – the music grew faster an harder, too. They opened formation and danced to the beats. She, gracefully and with practiced moves, he in his habitual more- musician-than-dancer style. After a few songs, she stopped, stepped up very close to him, chest on chest, looked in his eyes and said: “you know what I want to do right now?” Since he felt her half erect dick on his groin, it should lead them to the bed, he guessed. But he shook his head “no”, looking her expectantly in the eyes.
“I would really like to see if you take as good as you give!”
Wow. That ! He had to think quick. Would it be OK if he told her….? Oh hell. They came so far already, why shy back now.
“You know”, he said, and hold her hands,” I would love to feel these inside me” with that he put her hands up, and gently kissed each of them, giving her a meaningful look.
She hesitated a little, smiled, and suddenly burst out with a laugh: “yeah, I got it. Don`t give me that melodramatic look! Better move! Go!“ with that, she turned him around, and with sharp slaps on his ass she chased him to the bed.
Reaching it he jumped on it doggy style, and she adjusted his position a little to her liking, climbing the bed behind him.
He was on his knees and down on his elbows, but looking sideways he saw her crouch behind him. She reached out languishly, put one hand between his buttocks and played with her fingers on his ass, which was tight with anticipation. “You like width or depth?” she asked, searching his eyes in the mirror. “hmmmm… width” he said with a voice raw and shaky from excitement. “You really think you can handle these?” she asked, and put her slender arms in the air for him to judge, folded her hands like in prayer and held her wrists and forearms tight together.
“ohhh yess, it looks just perfect” he answered.
She beamed a radiant smile at him through the mirror “Good boy” she said, and reached for the can of jelly beside her.
Squirting a good measure in her hands, she spread it over her hands and forearms,
her dark skin glistened wet n slippery in the soft light.
Putting her left hand on his buttock, she opened his crack and put her right hand flat over his hungry hole, pushing her thumb right in.
He enjoyed the sensation of her entering him, he moaned slightly and pushed his asslips out to meet her hand.
Leisurely she worked his asshole with her thumb, moving in and out and circling it inside him in ever wider circles.
She sensed his exciteness and his eagerness for more. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispered “ Yes, yes I do, you know I do!” he replied, being breathless from excitement.
She replaced her thumb with one, two, three, four fingers, now she had her palm up to the base of her thumb inside him. She used the whole width of her palm to loosen his asshole, turned her hand in 90 degree turns. His ass opened up nicely, and when she slid her thumb in and pushed deeper, her hand slid in without much of a resistance, even her knuckles barely made a ripple. She pushed slightly more, and his hole locked around her wrist, having her hand buried inside him deep and good.
He reacted to the sensation with a groan and a small shiver, precum dripped from his dick. When he looked sideways in the mirror, he couldn’t see the point of entry, but her silhouette, and her outstretched arm vanishing between his buttocks was enough to make him go dizzy.
She moved her position a little, and when her forearm was in a straight line with his hole, she braced herself against his buttocks and gave him a violent fist fuck. She pounded his ass merciless, short, hard pushes changing with deep, languid strokes. Again and again she withdraw her hand completely, then slammed it back in, sometimes with an open palm, sometimes with her fist closed.
First he tried to work with her, react on to her various pushes, but soon his nerves overloaded, he couldn’t deal with the overwhelming sensation, he became a bundle of nerves, bulging flesh and dripping juices, panting hard, whincing and moaning. When he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, he saw her biceps taught and hard working the piston of her forearm, the concentrated expression on her face, her skin glistening with perspiration. She seemed to enjoy it, her dick standing long and hard between her legs.
Abruptly she pulled her hand out and stopped. His asslips hung open and puffy, dripping and twitching.
When he realized what was going on, he looked in the mirror and saw her using the jelly can again, using a fair amount of jelly and worked it in his ass and on her forearms.
She blew a strand of hair from her eyes, looked at him through the mirror with a little smile, and mouthed the words: NOW BRACE YOURSELF BABY!
He felt the tips of eight fingers on his gaping asshole, being pushed slowly but steady forwards. After a moment, both of her palms were inside him, the thumbs standing upright and hooked in his asscrack. Slowly she fucked him with both hands inside him, moving in and out the length of her fingers.
Finally she folded her thumbs between her palms, and whispered “Here we go!” over the slurping sound her hands made on his ass.
He felt the pressure rise up, then a burning sensation as his assring got stretched to the max. She hit a resistance halfway up her knuckles, couldn’t continue in a smooth movement any more, and started pounding her hands up his ass with little, violent pushes.
He almost tripped over, so much force she put behind her assault, it started hurting, but the excitement of the moment was bigger than any discomfort. He met every stroke with a groan, drew in air sharply, he felt his assring stretch and give way in infenitesimal fractions. The sharper pain didn’t come from his well lubricated assring, but rather from the skin bridging his buttocks, being tensioned to the point of ripping.
Finally, his ass gave way, and both of her hands sled into his depth. She let out a deep, satisfied groan, her upper body followed her forearms plunging deeper into him. Instantly for him the feeling of utter fulfilment replaced the feeling of getting torn open. Slurping and gurgling sounds from deep inside his bowels emanated from the crevice her wrists formed.
They both kept still for a moment. They didn’t move, only his assring squeezed and pressed violently against her arms, and spasms inside him tried to push her hands back.
“You don’t want me to leave so soon, don’t you?” she said in a breathy voice.
“nooo..oo” was all he could say, barely able to think coherently.
He could not identify what she did next, but the sensation was overwhelming. She started moving her hands inside him, in small circles, basically imitating the movements of washing her hands deep inside his bowels.
He was on the brink of collapsing, sweat all over his body, his dick had formed a small puddle on the bedsheet with its dripping, he breathed laboredly and his eyes were half closed.
For a last time she increased the momentum of her movements, worked her hands in reverse movements – one hand up, one hand down, one hand in, one hand out, using her wrists as a pivot bearing.
Then she folded both hands to a huge fist inside him, and started pulling this big sphere out of his ass. His ass got stretched out from the inside, bulging out further and further. He yelped, she dragged his whole body backwards by the force of her pull, and suddenly her closed fists plopped out of his ass.
She stumbled backwards, and he let out a scream half agony, half overwhelming pleasure.
His knees gave way, and he plunged onto the bed. He had his hands pressed on his chest, panted hard and had his eyes closed.
When he came back on earth, he looked searchingly for her. She sat on the throne-like chair, sipped a drink, had one leg thrown over the armrest and playfully stroke her huge dick.
“Welcome back, honey!” she said.
With wobbly legs he got up, walked up to her and fell to his knees in front of her.
He put his had in her lap, her hard dick pressed on his nose and cheek, he breathed her flavour and mumbled, “oh my, that was unbelievable!”
“Glad you liked it!” she said curtly, pulled up his head on his hair, moved his face close to his and mouth-fed him some of the liquor she was sipping. Greedily, he swallowed it and sucked on her lips.
She pushed him back a little, leaned back in the chair, grabbed her dick with one hand and his hair with the other and pushed the tip between his lips.
He realized at once what she was up to, opened his mouth and chewed and sucked her dick as greedy and eager like never before.
Even with one hand on her enormous shaft, it still was a challenge to swallow all the rest of it, having to let the tip slide down his throat.
Every time her dick went down his throat and he had to fight a gag reflex, his body convulsed and he sensed his overstretched asshole tightening and closing again.
She enjoyed the blowjob enormously. She was cradled in the seat, spreading her legs far apart and pushing her lap forward to ease him access. She played with her nipples, her eyes were half closed and gave her a sultry, horny look.
With her hand on the back of his head, she easily controlled the rhythm and depths with which his mouth and throat worked her dick.
After a while he felt that her dick gained some extra hardness, and he realized she was close to come. Never before he had drunk the cum of a dick, and he got an extra kick out of the thought.
“Yes, honey, yes, come for me” he said – or better, mumbled around the thick shaft pounding his mouth.
Her whole body tightemned, she was strung as a coil, her hips arching forward…. and then she came with an epic force. She yelled and shouted, she grabbed his head and pressed it so hard on her dick his nose was flat against her tight tummy, her dick was buried deep in his throat when her thick cum was injected down his throat. She came like a fire hose, in an instant his mouth was full of her tasty, seamy fluid.
She pulled her dick out of his mouth, it was smeared and dripping with her cum and his saliva, and she jerked the last few drops of cum of it.
In this frenzy, her eyes sought his, they locked their sights and for a moment they gazed at each other, breathless, bewildered, until she collapsed back in her chair. Her shoulders slumped, her tight tummy and chest heaved in deep breathes.
He took her still hard dick in his mouth, and softly sucked the remaining drops of cum out of it, washed her meat with his mouth and tongue, lapped his tongue under her foreskin until he felt her clean dick get soft in his mouth.
He looked up to her, and through his distorted vision he saw her looking at him, smiling and frowning at the same time.
She looked beautiful and exhausted, her hair dishelved, the make up a little smeared, perspiration glistening on her forehead and on her upper lip, shadows showing under her eyes.
He felt her dick grow harder again, she clinched he buttocks, her groin got tight and in a moment he felt the first warm, salty drops of her piss filing his mouth. The slow beginning of this tide he swallowed easily, but the more she relaxed the stronger the flow became. Gulping down whole mouthfuls of her warm, pungent golden liquid, he managed to keep an equilibrium, and when finally the pressure eased, he was able to enjoy the strong taste and slightly oily consistency of her pee. When she was done, he sucked her limp dick, clearing the last drops.
He let her dick slide out between his lips, and licking his lips clean, he sat back on his heels, crouched between her legs.
They both were exhausted and spent physically and emotionally, but he knew for a fact that this day had changed his life…. if only she would let him.
here's my first story.... some of the sexual practices might be a little unusual, but I'm waiting for comments and suggestions!
Chastity
When he entered the room, a beautiful woman was standing there and seemingly waiting for him. She was about his height, slender, her skin a beautiful dark brown. She was wearing a tight wrap around silver dress, which was so short it barely reached her thighs. She was standing in a shay pose, her arms folded behind her back- which showed her shoulders and collarbones in a most favourable way and accentuated her small, firm tits. Her extra-high heels made her long, firm legs even longer and gave her a sluttish look, which was contradicted by her bautyful features, her perfect haircut, the tasteful make-up and most of all by her big, wonderfully shaped and expressive eyes.
“You must be Chastity” was all he could think of to say – the instant he looked in these eyes he was lost to the world. Luckily, for him, Chastity seemed to like what she saw, because his unwitty adress notwithstanding her lips parted in a little smile to show a row of perfect white teeth, wonderful dimples formed in her cheeks and she answered in a husky voice that sent shivers down his spine: “Yes, I am. And who are you, stranger?”
He felt that he blushed a little - he knew that for his mid-forties he was in a very good shape, kept most of his good features – his white-teeth smile and flashing blue eyes among them- but still he felt ambarassed that he seemed to have lost his wits completely in front of this dreamgirl.
“My name is- well, I’m Dan!” he said, and awkwardly extended a hand to great her. She ignored his hand, looked him hard in the eyes, smiled again and leaned forward to kiss him ever so lightly on the cheek.
In one fluid movement she went back in an upright position, flew one arm from her back, turned on her heel and went went to a drinks cabinet on the far wall. “You smell good, Dan” she said, more to herself than to him, “and you seem to be a nice guy.”
The nice guy couldn’t turn his eyes from her back. The tight dress caressed her body, her buttocks were modelled like made from solid silver, she walked in fashion-model style, catlike crossing her legs in front of each other. Her own scent lingered in the air, and he inhaled it as deeply as he could.
She splashed some liquid in two glasses, took them and went to the big, red four poster bed that stood in the middle of the room. She sat on the corner, put one leg over the other (her skirt was so short that otherwise he could have seen heaven between her legs) and extended one hand with the glass towards him. She cocked her head slightly and again her eyes locked on his. She simply raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question.
In less than an instant he sat beside her, took the glass from her hand and felt an almost electric shock when he accidently touched her fingers.
The room had an utmost pleasant atmosphere. There was no artificial light, but soft daylight seeped in through a big window, which was halfway covered from the outside by green leaves. It was quiet, from the yard outside the window only the distant hum of a big city could be heard, interspersed by birds singing in the trees. A few lost rays of sunlight fell through the leavers covering the window, golden speckles of dust dancing in them.
There were no paintings on the walls, but a number of framed mirrors from floor to the ceiling. A big, leather upholstered throne-like chair stood close to the bed.
Silently, they toasted each other and took a sip of the golden liquid. It burnt in his throat, the warmth spread almost immediately in his body and made his tight stomach relax a little… he WAS nervous, there was no way to deny this!
“How long have you been in the country?” she asked him.
“About two years”, he answered.
“Two years already? What took you so long to come to me, then?” she asked with a little laugh. He wanted to answer and explain about work and travel, but then he realized that she was only teasing him.
“Sometimes anticipation is better than the real thing!” was all what he could think of to say.
„Oh no, you are very wrong on that!” She replied with a laugh. “You will see that the real thing is better than anything you might have anticipated!” She smiled, but he saw a spec of a challenge in her eyes.
“Yes, I think you’re right about that”, he said sheepishly, but at least he managed to meet her challenging look.
“I’ll drink to that!” she said, and finished her glass. He did the same, and before he could think about where to put the empty glass, she got up and took it from his hand.
The moment it took her to go to the drinks cabinet, put down the glasses and return, he already felt the emptiness beside him, and wanted her back.
She stood in front of him, hiked her skirt up and straddled him, sitting on his thighs.
She was so close to him now, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the aroma of her skin and feel her breath touching his face. His nerves tingled where their bodys touched.
Her long, brown thighs were spread, the fabric of her skirt stretchet tout, creating a cavern between her legs which emanated a faint, heavenly odour… or was this just his overexited imagination?
She leaned forward and kissed him gently, barely touching his lips with hers.
“Now, talk.” She said and crossed her hands behind his neck, so her forearms rested on his shoulders . She cocked her head ever so slightly and watched him, waiting for him to begin.
He knew that he gave the impression of a simpleton fresh out of the woods until now, so he used one of his best assets to counter that picture: because talk he could. Obediently he told about himself, he was serious and witty, funny and self-deprecating were it suited, open and honest where appropriate. Who, where, when, ups and downs, achievements and failures, his life story poured out of him, he didn’t even realize how long he hadn’t open up to anybody.
She listened closely, but without much of an reaction – a lifted eyebrow here, a quick smile here, a furrowed forehead now and then- but nothing more.
He finished his tale with an “… that’s about it until now, and I am very glad that all that let me to be right now right here!” about the same time as her weight became uncomfortable on his thighs.
She sensed his discomfort, kissed him again as lightly as before, said “You’re most welcome, Mr. XXX”
She took his hand, and put it between her legs. Her skirt has moved up so high that he clearly saw the bulging front of her slip- and when she put his hand on the protrusion, he felt the heat and strength of the meat hidden in there. She didn’t move, but looked him in the eye- obviously she wanted to make clear to him what he was up against. Still locked on her eyes, which seemed to look right into his soul, he didn’t flinch, but gave her meat the slightest squeeze through the thin fabric and kept his hand there.
She reacted with an angelic smile – that matter obviously was settled !
He felt an enormous relief – like he passed a test of some sort – both with his tale, and his reaction.
She stood up, turned around, and stretched her body, arms high in the air, her body a curve of brown and silver.
Of course he was mesmerized by the firm butt in front of his face, but he managed to catch a glimpse of her armpits… a place he secretly adored in almost any woman, but brown, smooth and glossy with a touch of perspiration like these… it was a dream come true! He wished he could bury his face in this humid heaven.
After stretching, she turned around and extended her hands to him. When he took them, she pulled him from the bed towards her. Her hands were slender, her fingers long and her grip controlled, but strong.
He wanted to use the momentum to get close enough to her to sneak a kiss, but he quickly felt her strong hands pressed against his chest. That in itself felt great, he felt her warm palms clearly through the thin fabric of his shirt.
With an amused smile she looked at him, and with a graceful gesture nodded with her head behind her shoulders. “You see these doors?” she asked. “We gonna use some time in there to prepare ourselves, and afterwards we will spend some quality time here together.” When he took a breath to speak up, she answered him with a quick smile before he even could make a sound: “Separately, honey.”
“You take your time in there, and prepare yourself to be ready and comfortable for whatever might come! I don’t want to hear no excuses afterwards!” with a slap on his butt she sent him off and walked in the opposite direction.
On both sides of the room there were doors, which turned out to lead to identical bathrooms. Opening his door, he glimpsed over his shoulder, and saw Chastity entering her bathroom door. She looked back over her shoulder as well, smiled and gave him a quick wave of her hand. Then her door quietly clicked shut.
He entered the spacious bathroom. He did a quick inventory and couldn’t stifle a smile: In here, it was obvious that male and female attitude was mixed together. Expensive perfume bottles stood side by side with high-class shaving gear, beside nail polish in many colours stood a case with what looked like golden cuff-links…. not that he wore those! On a shelf stood a neatly row of ever bigger dildos, below was a second row with different types of irrigators, plugs and other ass-related playthings. Leather harnesses, whips and strap-ons were hanging from hooks in the walls, as well as plush bathrobes and huge towels. Two walls were completely covered in mirrors.
The walk-in shower was cleverly designed for the task at hand. Besides the usual showerhead there was a hand held irrigating plug attached to the water outlet, and the sinkhole had a size that seemed to be able to handle more than just water.
He quickly undressed, stepped into the shower and turned the hot water almost to the max. The water poured down on him in a soft, jungle-rain stream, and he felt his muscles relax. After lathering his body with the luxury shower gel he found, he used the safety razor to shave his face and armpits, as well as his balls and ass. As an afterthought, he shaved off the few stray hairs that grew out of the back of his toes….. he doubted that she might be turned off by them or even notice them, but it made him feel more comfortable in his own skin.
After he worked out how the irrigator bulb was regulated, he gave his ass a quick, but thorough cleaning and used the pear shaped bulb for just a little foreplay. Of course, a small bottle of lubricant was thoughtfully provided in the shower.
When he left the shower, he felt clean, relaxed and ready, and only after he towelled himself dry and used the strong, musky aftershave he thought it to be a shame that after the shower, she might smell of soap and perfume, and not of her own body odours.
The tiles below his feet were pleasantly warm, so he didn’t put on any slippers. He wrapped himself loosely in the red bathrobe and when stepped out of the bathroom he gave the picture in the mirror a quick glance. His brown hair was darker than usual from being wet, the pink of his body, which was still a little flushed from the hot shower, accentuated by the red bathrobe. His – not only in his opinion- nicely shaped, but unfortunately not very large dick with the 4 ga Frenum and 2 ga Prince Albert Piercings was hidden by the thick cloth.
To his surprise, she was not equally dressed in a bathrobe, or suchlike attire which indicated a leisurely and relaxing time in a spa-like atmosphere. Instead, she looked like she had been working out, wearing a tight tank top and super tight spandex shorts, which looked like painted on her ass. Her body was toned and covered in light sweat. Her small tits showed plainly on the top, small half moons of sweat underlining them.
She moved smooth and quick on bare feet like a big cat, was upon him in a second and brushed the bathrobe from his shoulders.
She gave him a thorough once-over from head to toe, and when she moved around him, she kicked the bathrobe at his feet away.
He felt her hand on his right shoulder-blade, covering the rose tattoo he wore there.
“Tell me about this” she said.
He told her about his 18th birthday, a long, long time ago, when he got this tattoo.
Now she moved closer from behind, pressed her body against his – he felt her thighs on his, her groin on his butt, her breast on his back, he smelled her hot body close to him –
She reached around his side and put her hand on the tattooed name on his groin. “And this?”
He told her about the girl whose name it was, the times long gone, the love, heat and passion.
Her hand on his skin, so close to the base of his naked dick… he felt he grew hard.
But that didn’t bother her, obviously, because when she moved around and stood in front of him, the tip of his dick – or, rather, the ring protruding from it- almost touched her, but she didn’t pay any attention to it.
She had her hand on her hips, looked him square in the eye and said: “you are a very intriguing mixture, my dear… a innocent rose but a pierced dick, an everlasting love but walking alone, a sharp mind but quiet as water in a mug…. let’s see if we can solve this riddle!”
With this, she moved closer to him, moved her face closer to his, and put her lips on his for a long, long kiss. In an instinct he put her arms around her, and lost himself in her sweet kiss, her hot tongue, her strong teeth, he drank her saliva and followed when she retreated, and opened up when she pushed….
After a long while, breathing hard and with wet chins, they separated and looked at each other, almost astounded.
His dick was rock hard by now, her shorts seemed about to burst… but still their eyes were fixed at each other.
Almost at the same time they broke eye contact and dived towards each other‘s dicks. They bumped into each other, had to hold each other for balance, and laughed and giggled about it while sidestepping to the bed.
They fell on the bed sideways, quickly manoevering for an easy 69 position. She was clearly in an advantage and in a quarter of a second had his dick between her beautiful lips, his rings clicking on her teeth. He shivered violently when his dick entered her smooth, hot, balmy mouth and these incredibly soft lips hold his shaft.
He pressed his nose and mouth against her shorts, he could feel the heat and sense the smell of her meat through the thin fabric, which was clammy from sweat and her dick dripping precum… he opened his mouth and followed the contour of her shaft , which seemed to be more than large.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled down. The soft fabric gave way and an enormous dick, charcoal black with bulging veins and a shiny glans jumped in his face. He buried his face on its base, felt her balls and tasted her strong aroma, while her dick was pressed against his forehead.
He licked her balls and pushed his face as deep between her thighs as he could, catching a whiff of the strong, earthy aroma emanating from between her buttocks.
“Oh my good, u taste so good, and I love your smell!” he said. “I was afraid you’d be drowning in perfume by now!”
She looked up, let his dick slide out of her mouth, threads of her saliva bridging the gap between her lips and his tip. “I don’t like the smell of things on my skin which are not my own” she said, “with very few exceptions, of course….” here, she gave him a lewd smile, but that quickly changed with a cute laugh before she swallowed his dick again.
She gave him the blow-job of his life. She took his whole length down her throat, until her nose was pressed against his groin. She throat-fucked him with hard, quick strokes until she had to let him out to take a deep breath. Then she sucked on his tip, and when she nibbled his flesh his piercings clicked against her teeth. She had his dick in a tight grip, and when she felt that he reacted too strongly, she eased the intensity of her caressing. She obviously was a master in keeping you on the verge of exploding, without crossing that border.
He, on the other hand, was having the time of his life with her long, thick meat. First he licked the whole length of it, drinking in her taste and aroma. Carefully he worked his way to her balls, which he could take into his mouth and felt the sensitive core moving inside the soft skin. He could barely close his fist around the width of her shaft, and a good half of its length was still not covered by his hand. The feeling of this hot, pulsating rod in his hand made him feel dizzy. When he finally opened his lips to take the hot tip of her dick into his mouth, he covered his teeth carefully not to bite her.
The sensation of having filled his mouth by strong, black meat was overwhelming.
He worked her tip with his tongue and cheeks, sucking and slurping, chewing slightly and sucking her. After a while she slowly started moving her hips back and forth, leisurely fucking him in the mouth.
Obviously he didn’t put enough resistance for her liking, because soon he felt her hand reaching down to him, searching his hair and grabbing them to steady his head. This way she fucked him harder and deeper than he would have dared. He was afraid to gag, but he opened his mouth wide and let the huge shaft enter his mouth and withdraw again, going deeper with each stroke.
He was dripping saliva now, his eyes were watering and he was breathing heavily. Good thing he practiced deep-throat with his dildos sometimes, but still this dick was a challenge. He managed to find an angle that eased the entrance a little. But the first thrust down his throat cut his air off, and he had to concentrate not to gag. To counteract this he throw his head forward and met her stokes with an eagerness to get her as deep as possible.
After 30 seconds of this he had to withdraw his head, because he needed air. Her dick left his throat with copious amounts of saliva and gunk, he drew in air through his nose but didn’t let the tip of her dick out of his mouth. Breathing heavily he chewed the wonderful dick in his mouth.
She let go of his dick and laughed softly. “My, aren’t you the oral type! That was quite something for a straight guy! But come here, I have more for you!”
With this, she turned around. She knelt before him, her ass high in the air, her huge dick dangling between her long slender legs, dripping from his throat. Her balls were hanging long and nicely shaped. Tentatively he licked her ass, and her arousing aroma filled his mouth and nose. When he felt the pulsating, tightly coiled ring under his tongue he pressed slightly. Instantly the knot opened a little, and he had a feeling that he could enter her sacred place any time.
She moaned and put her weight more comfortable on her knees and elbows. Strains of precum dripped from the tip of her mighty dick. Her chest was pressed flat against the bed, he saw the profile of her face, her beautiful lips were parted slightly and her eyes halfclosed. He licked her asscrack from the base of her balls to her tailbone and back, and each time he passed her tight asshole he squeezed his tongue a little deeper in her brown ring. The taste of her ass drove him almost crazy – a musty, warm aroma, mixed with sharper notes of her most secret places.
Then he tongue-fucked her asshole, pushing deeper and deeper, feeling her resistance give way. Finally, when he pressed his mouth against her puckered asshole, he felt her body tighten and when she gave a hard push the closely folded tissue opened up. Her assring stretched, and he felt how her incredibly soft inner tissue prolapsed and pressed against his lips. She was slippery and wet from her juices and mucus. He breathed the exciting aroma, while his tongue played deep between her petals. He opened his jaws and her flesh filled his mouth – it felt warm and soft, he sensed her whole inside connected to him. Carefully, gently he sucked on her red tube, duplicating the movements with his hand on her enormous dick, gently stroking up and down, moving her skin with his fingers. He felt her blood pulsating in his mouth and on his palm.
He put his hands on her firm and round ass, he felt the soft skin on her firm half-spheres while he buried his face in the dark crack between them. She relaxed and softened the pressure from within her bowels, and her prolapse retreated between her assring and vanished behind her gaping hole. He slid his tongue inside her, followed the tissue he just a moment ago had caressed in his mouth.
He licked her swollen and bulging asshole, the rim of which was deep purple, thick with veins and protruding a good half of an inch.
She squeezed her ass tight, once, twice, and all the loose folds fell back into place, and her asshole looked tight and innocent, just a little wet from licking.
“Come on”, she said in a throaty voice, “you don’t wear these piercings just for show? let me feel them inside me!”
That she didn’t need to ask him twice. She lay before him open and ready. The look of her long, slender back over the round and beautiful ass, the inviting brown eye in the middle of her crack, and her half-erect dick dangling expectantly made him hard at once. On a little tray beside the bed stood a can with jelly. Quickly he splashed some on his hands, worked it on her ass and his dick, and put the tip of his dick so close to her asshole, that only his ring touched her sensitive asslips.
“Do you feel me?” he whispered
“Yes, I do” came her breathy reply.
Her asshole twitched, like a eye blinking, and when he pushed forward his tip parted the dark red, moist and silky tissue with almost no resistance. Her assring stretched smoothly around his shaft, and just the look of his white dick vanishing between her brown buttocks in that dark ring almost made him cum.
He focused his gaze on her round shoulders, drew a deep breath and started pounding her ass.
She was comfortable smooth, neither too tight nor too loose, and soon he felt her reactions, ranging from her sphincter tightening and clenching his dick to opening up far and good.
He found a steady rhythm, moving in and out of her ass in long, steady strokes. He caressed her body wherever he could reach her- he stroke her buttocks and thighs with his open palms, he hold her waist and fondled her ribs, he reached around her and cupped her breasts, fondling the nipples between his fingers. He reached for her dick, stroking it in the rhythm of his thrusts. He kissed her back, licked her spine and shoulders. At some point he hooked his thumbs into her asshole alongside his dick, tightening the entrance.
She took it all in, enjoying it, building up the excitement slowly and steadily. After some while she started moaning and meeting his thrusts with backward pushes of her butt. She put her weight on one hand, and with the other she played with her nipples.
Her bodylanguage changed, she was really horny and aroused now. He pumped ahead, biting his teeth, praying not to come too early, fucking that wonderful ass.
Her skin glistened with perspiration, she put both hands back on the bed, buckled her spine and pressed against him. He fucked her in a frenzy now, he had grabbed her pelvis and hightened the force of his thrusts by sharply pushing her back to meet his dick.
With a hard crack his open palm smacked her ass. She let out a growl and intensified the heat. Again he smacked her, and again. She pushed back even harder, and he fucked her so hard his pelvis slapped against her thigs.
All of a sudden she pressed back against him and stopped her motion. She blocked him, too, and he felt how her ass loosened up to the max, and then clenched his dick almost to the point of tearing it out.
She coiled up, arched her back, a long moan left her constrained throat – he saw her hands clenching the beds cloth – she strongly experienced a fully blown anal-orgasm.
He held her tight, her ass pressed into his lap, bent down to kiss her back and felt the spasms in her asshole slowly ebbing, her breathing coming back to normal.
She dropped forward on the bed pulling her ass from his lap, it separated with a slurping sound, his dick popped out of her ass with a soft plop.
She turned to her side and reached with her hands out to him. He cuddled beside her, held her in his arms, their legs interlocked, feeling the warmth and closeness of each other, lost in their dreams and thoughts for a while, drowsy from the experience.
Her head was snuggled on his chest, her hair tickled his nose, but he held her tight, not moving a muscle, just their breathing heaved their breasts.
It grew dark outside. Soft lights, hidden in the ceiling, sprang to life. At long last, she got up, went to the drinks cabinet and came back with two glasses. “Come on, sleepy head” she murmured in his ears, her breath in his ear sending shivers down his spine. “There are promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep!” He couldn’t believe his ears, but had to smile anyway. The last thing he had expected here was Robert Frost being quoted, but then again… what had he expected, actually?
They drank the refreshing, bitter tasting juice. She licked her lips and smiled at him.
The huge mirror on the wall doubled the scene. What he couldn’t see of her in front of him, he saw from another angel throught the mirror. Her long legs, being crossed and framing her dick. Her flat tummy, nice tits with big nipples, he saw the outline of her ribs and her sharp collarbones. Her profile in the mirror was as perfect as the frontal he faced. What a woman!
She took his empty glass, got up and put it away. She flicked a switch, and soft music started to play. With outstretched hands she turned to him, he got up from the bed and joined her embrace for a slow, smooth dance. Their dicks and breast touched, but otherwise they held perfect ballroom positions, his hand around her waist, hers resting lightly on his shoulder. He didn’t need to lead, their movements were in sync and following the music.
She rested her head against his cheek, sometimes she threw her head back to clear a strand of hair. Now and then they shared deep looks in each others eyes, breaking off with a deep kiss. They danced for quite a while, touching and sharing the rhythm, and slowly the excitement grew again. Incidentally – or maybe, not – the music grew faster an harder, too. They opened formation and danced to the beats. She, gracefully and with practiced moves, he in his habitual more- musician-than-dancer style. After a few songs, she stopped, stepped up very close to him, chest on chest, looked in his eyes and said: “you know what I want to do right now?” Since he felt her half erect dick on his groin, it should lead them to the bed, he guessed. But he shook his head “no”, looking her expectantly in the eyes.
“I would really like to see if you take as good as you give!”
Wow. That ! He had to think quick. Would it be OK if he told her….? Oh hell. They came so far already, why shy back now.
“You know”, he said, and hold her hands,” I would love to feel these inside me” with that he put her hands up, and gently kissed each of them, giving her a meaningful look.
She hesitated a little, smiled, and suddenly burst out with a laugh: “yeah, I got it. Don`t give me that melodramatic look! Better move! Go!“ with that, she turned him around, and with sharp slaps on his ass she chased him to the bed.
Reaching it he jumped on it doggy style, and she adjusted his position a little to her liking, climbing the bed behind him.
He was on his knees and down on his elbows, but looking sideways he saw her crouch behind him. She reached out languishly, put one hand between his buttocks and played with her fingers on his ass, which was tight with anticipation. “You like width or depth?” she asked, searching his eyes in the mirror. “hmmmm… width” he said with a voice raw and shaky from excitement. “You really think you can handle these?” she asked, and put her slender arms in the air for him to judge, folded her hands like in prayer and held her wrists and forearms tight together.
“ohhh yess, it looks just perfect” he answered.
She beamed a radiant smile at him through the mirror “Good boy” she said, and reached for the can of jelly beside her.
Squirting a good measure in her hands, she spread it over her hands and forearms,
her dark skin glistened wet n slippery in the soft light.
Putting her left hand on his buttock, she opened his crack and put her right hand flat over his hungry hole, pushing her thumb right in.
He enjoyed the sensation of her entering him, he moaned slightly and pushed his asslips out to meet her hand.
Leisurely she worked his asshole with her thumb, moving in and out and circling it inside him in ever wider circles.
She sensed his exciteness and his eagerness for more. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispered “ Yes, yes I do, you know I do!” he replied, being breathless from excitement.
She replaced her thumb with one, two, three, four fingers, now she had her palm up to the base of her thumb inside him. She used the whole width of her palm to loosen his asshole, turned her hand in 90 degree turns. His ass opened up nicely, and when she slid her thumb in and pushed deeper, her hand slid in without much of a resistance, even her knuckles barely made a ripple. She pushed slightly more, and his hole locked around her wrist, having her hand buried inside him deep and good.
He reacted to the sensation with a groan and a small shiver, precum dripped from his dick. When he looked sideways in the mirror, he couldn’t see the point of entry, but her silhouette, and her outstretched arm vanishing between his buttocks was enough to make him go dizzy.
She moved her position a little, and when her forearm was in a straight line with his hole, she braced herself against his buttocks and gave him a violent fist fuck. She pounded his ass merciless, short, hard pushes changing with deep, languid strokes. Again and again she withdraw her hand completely, then slammed it back in, sometimes with an open palm, sometimes with her fist closed.
First he tried to work with her, react on to her various pushes, but soon his nerves overloaded, he couldn’t deal with the overwhelming sensation, he became a bundle of nerves, bulging flesh and dripping juices, panting hard, whincing and moaning. When he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, he saw her biceps taught and hard working the piston of her forearm, the concentrated expression on her face, her skin glistening with perspiration. She seemed to enjoy it, her dick standing long and hard between her legs.
Abruptly she pulled her hand out and stopped. His asslips hung open and puffy, dripping and twitching.
When he realized what was going on, he looked in the mirror and saw her using the jelly can again, using a fair amount of jelly and worked it in his ass and on her forearms.
She blew a strand of hair from her eyes, looked at him through the mirror with a little smile, and mouthed the words: NOW BRACE YOURSELF BABY!
He felt the tips of eight fingers on his gaping asshole, being pushed slowly but steady forwards. After a moment, both of her palms were inside him, the thumbs standing upright and hooked in his asscrack. Slowly she fucked him with both hands inside him, moving in and out the length of her fingers.
Finally she folded her thumbs between her palms, and whispered “Here we go!” over the slurping sound her hands made on his ass.
He felt the pressure rise up, then a burning sensation as his assring got stretched to the max. She hit a resistance halfway up her knuckles, couldn’t continue in a smooth movement any more, and started pounding her hands up his ass with little, violent pushes.
He almost tripped over, so much force she put behind her assault, it started hurting, but the excitement of the moment was bigger than any discomfort. He met every stroke with a groan, drew in air sharply, he felt his assring stretch and give way in infenitesimal fractions. The sharper pain didn’t come from his well lubricated assring, but rather from the skin bridging his buttocks, being tensioned to the point of ripping.
Finally, his ass gave way, and both of her hands sled into his depth. She let out a deep, satisfied groan, her upper body followed her forearms plunging deeper into him. Instantly for him the feeling of utter fulfilment replaced the feeling of getting torn open. Slurping and gurgling sounds from deep inside his bowels emanated from the crevice her wrists formed.
They both kept still for a moment. They didn’t move, only his assring squeezed and pressed violently against her arms, and spasms inside him tried to push her hands back.
“You don’t want me to leave so soon, don’t you?” she said in a breathy voice.
“nooo..oo” was all he could say, barely able to think coherently.
He could not identify what she did next, but the sensation was overwhelming. She started moving her hands inside him, in small circles, basically imitating the movements of washing her hands deep inside his bowels.
He was on the brink of collapsing, sweat all over his body, his dick had formed a small puddle on the bedsheet with its dripping, he breathed laboredly and his eyes were half closed.
For a last time she increased the momentum of her movements, worked her hands in reverse movements – one hand up, one hand down, one hand in, one hand out, using her wrists as a pivot bearing.
Then she folded both hands to a huge fist inside him, and started pulling this big sphere out of his ass. His ass got stretched out from the inside, bulging out further and further. He yelped, she dragged his whole body backwards by the force of her pull, and suddenly her closed fists plopped out of his ass.
She stumbled backwards, and he let out a scream half agony, half overwhelming pleasure.
His knees gave way, and he plunged onto the bed. He had his hands pressed on his chest, panted hard and had his eyes closed.
When he came back on earth, he looked searchingly for her. She sat on the throne-like chair, sipped a drink, had one leg thrown over the armrest and playfully stroke her huge dick.
“Welcome back, honey!” she said.
With wobbly legs he got up, walked up to her and fell to his knees in front of her.
He put his had in her lap, her hard dick pressed on his nose and cheek, he breathed her flavour and mumbled, “oh my, that was unbelievable!”
“Glad you liked it!” she said curtly, pulled up his head on his hair, moved his face close to his and mouth-fed him some of the liquor she was sipping. Greedily, he swallowed it and sucked on her lips.
She pushed him back a little, leaned back in the chair, grabbed her dick with one hand and his hair with the other and pushed the tip between his lips.
He realized at once what she was up to, opened his mouth and chewed and sucked her dick as greedy and eager like never before.
Even with one hand on her enormous shaft, it still was a challenge to swallow all the rest of it, having to let the tip slide down his throat.
Every time her dick went down his throat and he had to fight a gag reflex, his body convulsed and he sensed his overstretched asshole tightening and closing again.
She enjoyed the blowjob enormously. She was cradled in the seat, spreading her legs far apart and pushing her lap forward to ease him access. She played with her nipples, her eyes were half closed and gave her a sultry, horny look.
With her hand on the back of his head, she easily controlled the rhythm and depths with which his mouth and throat worked her dick.
After a while he felt that her dick gained some extra hardness, and he realized she was close to come. Never before he had drunk the cum of a dick, and he got an extra kick out of the thought.
“Yes, honey, yes, come for me” he said – or better, mumbled around the thick shaft pounding his mouth.
Her whole body tightemned, she was strung as a coil, her hips arching forward…. and then she came with an epic force. She yelled and shouted, she grabbed his head and pressed it so hard on her dick his nose was flat against her tight tummy, her dick was buried deep in his throat when her thick cum was injected down his throat. She came like a fire hose, in an instant his mouth was full of her tasty, seamy fluid.
She pulled her dick out of his mouth, it was smeared and dripping with her cum and his saliva, and she jerked the last few drops of cum of it.
In this frenzy, her eyes sought his, they locked their sights and for a moment they gazed at each other, breathless, bewildered, until she collapsed back in her chair. Her shoulders slumped, her tight tummy and chest heaved in deep breathes.
He took her still hard dick in his mouth, and softly sucked the remaining drops of cum out of it, washed her meat with his mouth and tongue, lapped his tongue under her foreskin until he felt her clean dick get soft in his mouth.
He looked up to her, and through his distorted vision he saw her looking at him, smiling and frowning at the same time.
She looked beautiful and exhausted, her hair dishelved, the make up a little smeared, perspiration glistening on her forehead and on her upper lip, shadows showing under her eyes.
He felt her dick grow harder again, she clinched he buttocks, her groin got tight and in a moment he felt the first warm, salty drops of her piss filing his mouth. The slow beginning of this tide he swallowed easily, but the more she relaxed the stronger the flow became. Gulping down whole mouthfuls of her warm, pungent golden liquid, he managed to keep an equilibrium, and when finally the pressure eased, he was able to enjoy the strong taste and slightly oily consistency of her pee. When she was done, he sucked her limp dick, clearing the last drops.
He let her dick slide out between his lips, and licking his lips clean, he sat back on his heels, crouched between her legs.
They both were exhausted and spent physically and emotionally, but he knew for a fact that this day had changed his life…. if only she would let him.