I heard his footsteps on the stairs. The idea of him seeing me like this, giving myself to him, the thought of him using me drove me wild. My heart throbbed with each footstep, my pussy ached with anticipation as my wetness slowly trickled down the insides of my legs. He opened the door, I could feel him staring at me, I turned my head and smiled at him, "Happy birthday my love, it's all yours."
He slowly pulled the plug out of my ass, watching my tight hole stretch around the fattest point as it exited me before quickly discarding it to one side and spreading my cheeks so he could look at my gaping ass. He began kissing my cheeks, his lips forever getting closer to my open asshole, teasing, never quite close enough, the desire for him to taste my ass was killing me. I begged him to taste my ass, "Please baby, taste my ass, and push your tongue deep inside my gaping asshole!" Thankfully he obliged, filling my ass with his tongue.
Feeling the tip his tongue flick against the walls of my ass felt incredible, my head went light as pleasure over-took my body. I needed his cock in me; I needed to have him fill my ass. As if to grant my wish, suddenly he removed his tongue from inside me and I felt the lubed head of his cock against my asshole. What was I thinking? There was no way he was going to fit back there! But I wanted it; I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I played with myself as he pushed his cock against my back entrance, trying to relax -- but I was scared. His head was easily as wide as my wrist and the thought of taking all 8 inches of him back there seemed impossible. My ass began to open; I could feel his massive head slowly entering me.
My ass ached, a strange pleasurable pain as I felt myself stretch around him. It felt as large as an apple, though obviously wasn't, as my ass expanded against his invading cock. And then, without warning my ass tightened around his cock as his head "popped" fully into my ass. I screamed out in pure ecstasy at the sensation and thought of having his large head in my ass. I panted, exhausted. He stared down at my cock-stuffed ass, spreading my cheeks so he could see how wide he had stretched my hole. He stayed still for a while, letting my ass get used to his size. It felt amazing to have him inside my ass. After a while, I nodded and said "Ok" signalling for him to start pushing the rest of his cock into me.
The feeling of his cock entering me was neither pleasurable nor unpleasant, but the sensation of fullness was incredible. Inch after inch the feeling grew more immense. I grunted for him to stop, he was only half way but I needed to rest, to let my ass get used to this new intrusion. He gently moved back and forth, very lightly fucking my ass. I wanted him to fuck me so hard, but I knew my ass wasn't ready so I resisted asking, letting him tease my hole with his monstrous cock.
I motioned for him to continue, he gripped my cheeks tightly as he resumed pushing his cock inside my ass. As his body pressed against me, his balls lightly tapping me as I fully took him - I came. My ass was over-taken with pleasure as orgasm unleashed throughout my body, my pussy throbbed repeatedly, dribbling my wetness down my legs and splashing his balls. I felt his cock stiffen further to the sound of my screams. He felt huge inside me, as if his cock head was pressing against my belly button. Eventually he pulled back, and began to slowly fuck my arse.
Feeling his cock slide back and forth within my ass drove me to ecstasy, it ached slightly as it stretched to accommodate his size but the feeling only added to the sensation of fullness and sheer lust of taking him there. His speed began to pick up, and his low hanging balls slapped pleasurably against my soaking cunt with each of his long strokes. He gripped my waist, and began to powerfully fuck my ass, slow but pressing himself hard against me with each thrust, letting me feel his full length within me.
As his cock pressed deep within my bowels I came repeatedly, I could feel my own wetness splashing against his balls as he fucked me. I was going light headed with pleasure, everything but my constant orgasm felt distant -- only the moment existed. "Please babe" I asked him "I want to feel you cum in my ass."
He began fucking me faster, perhaps too fast. My eyes watered slightly as he began to furiously shaft my ass. I could feel his cock growing, he was close, so close to filling me with his cum and then... I felt his first long spurt of cum shoott up inside my rectum. His cock pulsing as he unloaded inside me felt divine. I could feel each spurt of cum travelling inside me as it hit and splashed against the walls of my ass. I had the most powerful orgasm of my life as he emptied his balls into my anus, my body a slave to the complete and utter pleasure of feeling his cock pulse inside my rectum.
After a while he pulled out, spread my cheeks with his hands, and looked down at his new well-used fuck-hole. He told me to push it out, at first I hesitated, unsure of what to do, before emptying myself of his seed. I felt his cum bubble and dribble out my ass, trickling over my pussy lips before landing on the bed. Large wet splats hit the bed sheet as I pushed all the cum I could out of me. He pushed his tongue into my ass; the sensation of its heat against my thoroughly fucked asshole was painfully fantastic as his tongue flicked within my gaping hole.
The stain on the bed afterwards showed how much I had squirted. The sheer amount of white sticky mess on the sheets looked as if I had pushed a pint of cum from my ass, but I could still feel some deep within me, slowly working it's way down long after we had finished. My ass ached with emptiness, I felt so incomplete now his cock had exited my asshole and knew I would have to take him there many times in the future.
I wished him a happy birthday, and deeply kissed his cock -- mixing the sweet taste of his cock and cum with the bitterness of my own asshole... and loved it.
The End.
Angela
Ten weeks on and I had still not discussed books with Christine, nor had we amused ourselves with any significant discourse. Routinely, I arrived at her house at nine-thirty, after her kids were in bed, indulged in rampant pink sex and left at mid-night. As she was delighted to accommodate me just about every other night I was not complaining, but it was an odd relationship. She had added a pink armed chair to her bedroom, where a surprising amount of our coupling took place: so much so, that the chair had already acquired a dark stain down its front immediately under Christine's hot slit. A crack that gaped, regularly and was frequently driven on to dribble an excess of that thick, slick, white, lubricant which over-excited women excrete so copiously.
One deeply pink night, after Christine had taken delight in her numerous orgasms, she declared, "Adrian we have to talk." To me, this sounded like the beginning of the end.
"Remember when we first met?"
"How could I ever forget."
"Don't be flippant! When we met at first it was my friend Angela who looked after my kids for the afternoon. Well, in two weeks' time it's her birthday: I've always wanted to give her a truly valuable present, one that she would never forget."
"So?"
"Now I have something really precious that I might be able to give away, well lend actually: I want to lend you to her."
"What?"
"I want you to tease her and then please her: just like you do to me. She hasn't had a man in ages; I mean years, and she's really jealous of me."
"You want me to rodger your best friend, for her birthday present?"
"Yes and I'm going to watch: but you're not to say anything and you must not come, because I will be absolutely desperate by the time you've finished."
"You want to watch me screwing -- no fucking, let's call a spade a spade -- you want to watch me fucking your best friend and you are anticipating that you are going to enjoy this?"
"What an excellent precis: agree right this instant, my little sex-pot, and..." she considered this, for a second or two, "I'll suck you off before you go." Christine was, normally, less than enthusiastic about me spurting into her mouth; so she was offering a generous treat. Usually, in order to obtain this particular favour, I had to torment her to the point where she begged me to permit her to be complicit with any of my sexual foibles: and even then her consent was inevitably subject to the proviso that I first guar
anteed her a long succession of orgasms.
"OK," I replied, dubiously. I had already come once but Christine honoured her promise: she not only licked and sucked upon my helmet but also gently stroked my shaft with those deft fingers of hers. All too soon I was pumping thick white seed into her mouth.
The date of Angela's birthday arrived. I turned up bang on time and as Christine admitted me she reminded me that I was not even allowed to utter a single syllable, whatever I might encounter, even if I found myself totally shocked.
"Just what the hell have you got planned," I enquired; beginning to have serious reservations about the evening ahead.
"Wait and see. Now get undressed down here." As I disrobed Christine told me, "Angela has just had a lovely long bath and I soaped her thoroughly, so everywhere is perfectly clean, although some bits of her do seem to remain persistently moist".
When we entered Christine's pink love nest I almost broke my promise. There was certainly an unfamiliar woman sat in her pink chair, but she was not only stark naked but tightly lashed to it. Her legs were split wide apart, spread over the arms, with her ankles firmly bound to the legs. Her arms were immobilised equally thoroughly, around the back of the chair. Moreover, she was blindfolded: Angela was older than Christine, her hair was black and she had a rather grey, more lined complexion. She was a good bit plumper than Christine, but not excessively fat; she was, all-in-all, rather less attractive. Whatever her looks, I was already becoming painfully stiff.
"Ready for your present Angela?"
"Yes, definitely; whatever it is."
"It's the best sex toy ever: now, you are absolutely convinced that you want this?"
"Of course I do."
I went across and kissed her hard on the mouth. She responded with unbridled enthusiasm. When we were done Angela exclaimed excitedly, "It's a man; it's a man... God, is it Adrian?"
"You'll never know who it is, and you are now asking too many questions." Christine came across with a ball on a rope and proceeded to use it to gag Angela.
I started with Angela's nipples. They were smaller than Christine's, not so dark but they still puckered up nicely when sucked upon. Now, unless Angela protested violently -- which is difficult when you are gagged --, for some teasing. I licked Angela's palms, then the crooks of her elbows and finally her armpits. She squirmed delightfully. After this I paid a great deal of attention to her ear lobes and neck; her breathing deepened and slowed: she was enjoying my attentions with undisguised abandon.
After a quick return to her nipples, I indulged in some serious toe sucking and foot licking. I had to be very careful; she was far more ticklish than Christine, but she was soon sighing contentedly. Now, first lick the backs of her knees and subsequently nibble the flesh inside of her plump, soft, white, thighs, occasionally brushing the extremities of her dark bush with the tongue. This sequence of actions extracted a series of increasingly rhythmic moans from Angela.
She was ready, and I squatted back on my haunches to admire my handiwork: she was, already, intolerably randy; perfect for a trial of teasing. Initiating a really good pussy tease is always facilitated by a little, light, humiliation. I very slowly slid two fingers into her exceptionally moist fanny. I rotated them, gently, to give them a thorough coating with her natural juices. I withdrew them, pulled her gag aside and forced those two well lubricated digits between her lips; drawing them, gradually, across her tongue so that she was forced to savour the full extent of her own desires. Success, she blushed; not just her cheeks but her neck, followed by the top half of her chest, they all lit up crimson. She rapidly regained her composure, however, clamping my fingers between her teeth and then swirling her tongue around them.
A single flick of my tongue across her clit was sufficient to draw a gigantean half-sigh, half-moan, from Angela. This was, clearly, a very intense sensation; one that I was going to repeat frequently, for a while. The trick is in the timing, keeping the intervals long enough to prevent orgasm and sufficiently irregular so that the unfortunate subject of your attentions never knows when the next one will be. Unbound Christine could take five minutes of this but poor Angela; I glanced at the bedside clock -- a pink clock, of course -- Angela was going to endure at, the very least, one half of one whole hour.
Initially Angela simply sighed and moaned, then her eyes glazed and her lids drooped. Subsequently, her fanny began to dribble and pulsate quite audibly; the entrance to her vagina was making tiny fart-like noises, all of its own accord. Her bum glistened with the juices that had dribbled down them; juices which, subsequently, suffused into the seat of the pink chair.
Next time a towel would be a good idea, a pink fluffy towel, and Christine would be my hapless victim. Angela began to swear, fluently: "Shag me, you sodding bastard, fuck my cunt you damned pig." I broke off and reintroduced her to the gag: now all we got was, "muuummfffff and ummmfff " and poor Angela began to drool. Having eliminated all resistance, I worked upon establishing a rhythm: lick to the clit; finger the fanny really slowly, just stimulating the very entrance of this particular orifice -- but then applying a very occasional deep stroke, exciting her G spot -- nip her nipples with fingers or teeth, and nibble those earlobes, oh yes, when teasing a woman don't ever forget to nibble those earlobes. Angela began to sweat, copiously. A towel really would have been a good idea, I reflected. Bring her to the very edge and then maintain her in that state: leave her constantly staring into a yawning abyss of ecstasy, but never allow her to tumble in. Sometimes break off for a few seconds and do something different: suck her fingers, lick her toes or inside the crook of an elbow. Just as she starts to relax return to the clit and recommence the cycle.
I love teasing, but this had taken genius, Christine had offered me a totally helpless victim: my secret vision of nirvana. Christine remained seated upon the bed, watching, mesmerised. She must have realised that her turn would come, in due course: and I knew her anatomy much more intimately than Angela's, so I could push her even further and hold her peering over the edge for far longer. Now Christine began to peel off her clothes, her eyes never straying from the unfolding fate of her friend. Once naked Christine simply tweaked her nipples and rubbed her red, furry, bush, gently: her vision fixated upon the writhing and squirming of the, by now, almost delirious Angela.
Finally, time was up. Angela, all trussed up, had most plainly been made to endure far more than she could otherwise have tolerated. As an indicator of what was to come I hung my helmet in her vestibule, then I slid my rampant ram down her dark, damp, passage, ever-so gradually; although I did speed up at the very end to ensure that my pubic bone slammed into her clitoris. Angela screamed with lust, delight, satisfaction and relief: she had been induced to come, at last. I withdrew, completely, then gave her another of these long slow strokes capped with that violent finale: she came again. Angela soon deposed Christine from her throne of 'Queen of the orgasm': she allowed herself to enjoy climax after climax, for a full four minutes. Even after this I was able to coax small orgasms from her for another couple of minutes. Finally, she was utterly drained; she sagged, her chest heaving for breath. As soon as I withdrew Christine grabbed my hair, dragged me over to the bed and pulled me on top of her. She too was on fire, she slammed her pelvis into mine as she exploded with orgasmic joy over and over again. Of course I climaxed all too soon, jerking and squirting hot seed into her pulsating fanny. The smell in that room was now pure lust. Christine was plainly disappointed that I had not managed to hold out for longer, but it was probably just as well, Angela now really needed Christine to untie her. In order to ensure that Angela could never be certain just whom had first built, and subsequently extinguished, her phantasmagorical fires I slipped away from the room, dressed downstairs, and strolled away into the darkening evening.
The night following Angela's birthday I popped round to Christine's. I thought she might desire some company and would, almost certainly, want to finish off from the previous night. Actually, I knew that she'd be as hot as
a bitch in heat. She called me names for not managing to hold back for longer and, yes, she was exceptionally libidinous and unrelentingly demanding. Her response to my first climax was instantaneous and free of inhibition; she simply sucked me hard again and carried on like nothing had happened. She explained to me later that she had had no concept of what a turn on it would be for her to watch me making her friend so full of lust. "Angela says that you are the most horrid tease in history," oh and I took these. Christine had snapped polaroid photos of Angela before she untied her: her hair a total mess, her makeup streaked, a massive dark stain spreading down the chair below her yawning crack, and her tits all sweaty. "Does she know?" I asked.
"Oh no that blindfold is really good and there was an airline sleep-mask underneath it, just in case. Anyway they're for you, a little souvenir."
Christine was now positively enthusiastic about arranging another threesome. Angela was, she told me, equally keen, but then the pair of them had to locate a baby sitter prepared to take on all five of their kids: that was clearly tricky. Christine's final solution was to ask me if she could sound out some of her friends to see if any of them fancied exchanging baby-sitting for joining us in a, temporary, menage a trois. I was not convinced, but Christine coaxed me into this deal by offering a whole week of languid oral sex to complete each of our tempestuous tumbling's. Despite having come twice, already, I found that this final bid had returned me to a state where I could satisfy any lusts that Christine might have had. That evening her vigour was exceptional, she was absolutely insatiable. She demanded the 'six positions', sex in six different positions: spoons, missionary, on her tummy, woman on top (facing you), woman on top (back to you) and then doggy. In our variation, if I come before we get to doggy then, as a 'punishment', I have to lick Christine's fanny -- now dripping with my slithering seed, yech -- until I can get hard again and then I have to complete the sequence: not that that was going to be a problem that particular night.
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