I got a bit of a devilish idea, and I reached for the massage oil while I sucked and licked at her. I poured it onto my hand, and it was amazing to look at her soft milky skin as some dripped through my fingers and onto her naval. A bit flowed down to the tip of my nose as I tried to get as much of my tongue into her as possible, and it was amazing to smell the rush of fresh lavender as I tried to fuck her with my mouth.
Here’s the devilish part. As I licked her, I dropped the bottle and used that hand to grip her ass tightly. The other hand, the one completely covered in oil, I moved underneath her, and without any warning I pushed two fingers into her tiny asshole. She screamed in surprise, but after the first sharp cry she let out a long low moan. For me, it was amazing because I could feel her clenching the fingers and I could almost feel them against my tongue as I wriggled it inside of her pussy.
When I lifted my mouth to focus on her clit, I began wiggling my fingers and pushing them in and out. By this time she was pushing her ass against them, so I let go of her and used the other hand to push into her pussy. I had two fingers in her ass, two fingers in her pussy, and my mouth was devouring her clit. It didn’t take long before she was crying out and cumming, her ass squeezing the two fingers in there and her pussy clamping down on the other two.
A strange thought ran through my head right then, and I imagined you with us on the bed, pushing into her young, sweet face. I moved my fingers, worked my mouth, and imagined that while she turned her head back and forth and moaned uncontrollably you grabbed her hair and pushed your beautiful cock past her little red lips and into her mouth. As her groans and moans grew louder and louder, I imagined how they would sound muffled as you pushed in. I imagined her eyes growing wide in excitement and even a little bit of fear as you kept pushing until you were forcing her to take every bit of you into her throat.
The thought of all our rough fantasies coming to fruition made me a little cruel, I suppose, because I moved my hands furiously even though I knew she was becoming too sensitive for more stimulation. I didn’t stop. She reached down and tried to push my face away, but I didn’t stop. She was shouting now. “Oh! Oh God! It’s too much!” He voice was strained, and I stopped without withdrawing my fingers. Forgive me love, but the thought of your cock making her choke and gag was powerful, and as soon as she breathed out, “Thank you, Honey. I was getting too sensi—” I started slamming my fingers back into her. She was so overcome she was almost crying, but I saw her whole body arch as another orgasm overcame her.
This time, she was able to stop me. She sat up and put both hands on my shoulders to push me away. She looked at me with a strange combination of lust, anger, gratitude, and malice. A cruel smile formed on her face and she said, “You shouldn’t have told me where you kept your toys.”
She pulled open the nightstand drawer and pulled out my long pink vibrator. Then, she noticed the large red dildo I still hadn’t had the courage to use, and she took that instead. All gentleness was gone from her eyes, and I guessed I deserved it. When I’d left her to get the massage oil, I’d slipped out of my housedress, but I still wore my little sheer camisole and my panties. She made short work of both. She dropped the toys onto the bed and roughly turned me around so I faced away from her on my hands and knees. She yanked my panties down and then ripped one of the straps on my camisole as I fell to the bed and she pulled it off. She flipped me over, and there was fire in her eyes as she climbed on top of me and pressed her mouth to mine.
These weren’t the exploratory and passionate kisses from earlier. Instead, she forced her tongue inside of me with vengeance and power. I felt her hand between my legs, but she didn’t stay there. She brushed against my pussy for a brief moment before she broke the kiss and sat up. I felt her spread my legs and then lift my legs up, pushing them back until my knees were against my breasts. “Hold them up,” she ordered viciously.
I obeyed, feeling my heartbeat start to go crazy as I held under my knees and pulled them against my chest. “Don’t you dare let go,” she said, and then I felt her tongue snake inside of me. The feeling was wonderful, and I cried out with the sensations. She moved upward and focused on my clit. I felt one of her fingers entering my pussy and then another. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes and said, “Don’t let go.” The, she began moving her fingers in and out me quickly and forcefully. My eyes grew wide and I stared at her. She never took her eyes off my face.
I saw her reach for the oil with her free hand and she poured it over my pussy and her fingers. It kept streaming from the bottle over me, sliding down to my ass and dripping onto the sheets. She pushed a third finger into me, and my pussy felt so incredibly stretched. I groaned as she moved her fingers, and then her smile grew cruel again. I smiled inwardly because I was certainly enjoying her attentions, and any attempt she was making to get back at me for the forced second orgasm resulted only in pleasure for me.
Then my eyes grew wide in horror as I felt the dildo—the one I’d not yet mustered up enough courage to try in my pussy—right up against the tiny untouched opening of my asshole. I know how much you want to try anal sex with me, my love, and I appreciate more than you know the patience you’ve shown me. Every time I’ve felt your cock right where that dildo was, I refused you; and every time you accepted my refusal with gentle resignation. Lena gave me no chance to refuse at all. While three of her fingers thrust in and out of me, she slammed the dildo home.
The pain was so overwhelming, that I let go of my knees, but my whole body had clenched up tightly, and they remained against my breasts. The moment it was inside of me, Lena began moving it in time with her fingers; and in only fifteen or twenty seconds I forgot about the pain because I felt a strong, long orgasm rush over me like a summer thunderstorm. Oh, it felt so good, and especially because of the monstrous thing in my ass. It felt like I was electrified, and the excitement was almost unbearable. It was my turn to grow sensitive now, my turn to beg her to stop; but she was just as cruel as I had been and it felt like I didn’t stop cumming for an hour.
Of course, it wasn’t an hour but probably only about six or seven minutes. When she finally stopped, Lena came closer and kissed me, gently caressing my wracked body. We lay together for a while until she finally said, “That was wonderful, Annie.”
“It was,” I agreed, and then I thought of you, My Darling. I turned my face so that we looked directly at each other and said, “I hope you know we don’t have to hide this. Reginald and I have discussed having a threesome for some time now, and he gave me permission to experiment a bit while he was gone. It really felt so good, and I’m going to write him to tell him all about it. He will probably want to join us, next time. Will that be okay?”
“When will he return?” she asked.
“His project completes in four weeks,” I said.
“Then the answer is no,” she said flatly. I was a bit floored by her response, but I smiled when she added, “He may not join us next time or the time after or the time after. In fact, I imagine there will be at least a dozen or more next times before he even gets home. He’ll have to be satisfied with joining us many next times in the future.”
I giggled, My Darling and couldn’t wait to write to tell you what to expect when you return home. This happened yesterday morning, and I’m sorry that I’ve just taken the time to write you this afternoon. I’m afraid Lena’s estimates were off, and we’ve filled more than a day with next times. She finally dozed off with exhaustion, and I’ll join her as soon as I’ve put a stamp on this letter.
I love you and I await your next time, and as always I remain
Your loving wife,
Annabelle
Bend Me Over, You Brilliant Beautiful Boy
A First Anal Sex Erotica Story
by Callie Amaranth
all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Hot Days and Scorching Nights Erotica
I don’t even know his last name. The thought hit Jamie like a blow to the head when she felt Brandon’s hands
on her ass. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt his touch. In fact, she’d felt his hands holding her as they moved desperately together in a first urgent bout of sex just this evening. Hell, she’d felt his hands on her head when he came in her mouth just moments ago. She didn’t know why is should suddenly occur to her while she was bent over with her legs spread about to go another round that she didn’t know much about him at all.
He was an arrogant prick, she knew that. At least she knew that was her first impression of him as he drank his Guinness and looked at her like she was some kind of amusing anomaly in his world, a lower class kind of person in his high class world. Of course, in his world high class was intellectual and low class was rich bourgeois girls like herself who had plenty of mind but no social conscious. She’d learned she’d judged him a bit too harshly, and in fairness she did have a bit of a brash personality. Still, she hadn’t even intended to invite him up. In fact, it was an offhand comment about her building that made her insist he see it, almost a challenge to him to take a look, a dare to keep looking down on her once he’d seen it.
Just a drink later, and they were in the midst of a quickie, and then a blowjob. And now, she was bent over the furniture like some kind of a complete whore while a man she didn’t know positioned himself to start another round in what was shaping up to be a marathon session of sex. It was foreign and surreal. Jamie couldn’t say exactly the last time she’d slept with a man, but she knew it would be measured in months, and a lot of them. She hadn’t intended to sleep with Brandon, but the moment had been perfect, and once they’d kissed there was no stopping them. It had been sexy and sweet and hard and fast and wonderful, and she could still taste him, could almost feel his cock in her mouth. Jesus, Jamie, you really are becoming a total slut!
She decided she could live with the label. Ultimately, she’d been without for a very, very long time, and as far as she was concerned, she deserved the sex. She deserved the orgasms. She deserved this stranger, this man she’d known for only hours but had still seen and felt climax. Fuck, he came in my mouth! She’d read somewhere about clubs, entire establishments set up just to have casual sex with strangers. She certainly didn’t consider herself the type of a woman to do such a thing, but no amount of self-examination was going to change the fact that her body was bent over and her ass was up in the air and on display for the man behind her.
She felt a bit of empowerment, even bent over. She knew her ass was one of her best assets. Sometimes it could look a bit large, but in this position, she knew it was a delicious apple and Brandon would love nothing more than to take a bite. She smiled at the feel of his hands on her, thrilled at the absolutely dirty and delicious sluttiness of the whole situation, and thought oddly of peaches though she was from Arkansas and not Georgia. She turned back and smiled her crooked half smile at the man she’d known for hours and not days and asked, “Are you planning to get to it, or are you just enjoying the view.”
He looked bashful for a moment, as if the forwardness of the comment surprised him, but he recovered enough to say, “It’s a lovely view, and I’m quite happy to enjoy it a bit longer, thanks.” She smiled and turned her head back around, focusing on a cabinet directly in front of her filled with Russian Nesting Dolls. She smiled as she considered that someone crafted those dolls and expected them to be admired for their artistic merit, and yet she looked at them with her ass up, her body bent over, and with a desperate longing for Brandon to just get on with it. God! She was bent over for him! Why the hell was he hesitating?
Oh God! I’m fucking bent over like a cheap whore! A wave of embarrassment starting in the pit of her stomach washed up and over her body and heated her face where a wave of shame crashed over it and fill her with sudden anxiety. She wasn’t the type of woman to pick up a man on the street and take him up. She didn’t give strangers from bars the chance to fuck her. What the hell was she doing. It was fine. It was understandable. She’d been lonely, had neglected her physical needs for some time, so it was perfectly understandable, but it was time to end it, to go back to being a responsible academic, a leading expert in her field. She took a deep breath, counted to three silently, and turned her head to speak.
“Fuck! Oh lord, fuck me! Jesus!” She giggled at the way she’d instantly lost all shame when Brandon suddenly filled her. Evidently, he’d enjoyed the sight of her ass long enough. Ten more seconds, bub, and you would have been ass out of luck. His thrusts were hard, fast; but there was deliberateness to them, and she imagined that had something to do with the course of the evening so far. The desperation, the urgency, and the need for release was already accomplished. This was all about extending the enjoyment, not accomplishing a goal. Slut! Slut, slut, slut! The word ran through her head, but it didn’t bring the shame or the embarrassment but instead more of the wonderful whorish and dirty feelings—the excitement without the humiliation.
The feel of him inside of her was amazing, and she felt his thrusts, really felt them. He wasn’t just slamming into her with abandon but was deliberately pushing and pulling, and she could feel his length as he moved, felt it with clarity she hadn’t expected. With the urgency and the speed of their first hours together fading, the intensity seemed to increase exponentially. His cock pushed into her as though it were nine feet long, an extended length of sensation that seemed to last forever with every stroke. She gulped and felt her nipples brushing against the arm of the chair, felt electric sensations with it. He wasn’t gentle. He was just moving slowly and deliberately. In fact, his hands held onto her hips firmly and if she weren’t distracted by the feel of him inside of her, the sound of his entry, and the way her entire body seemed to light up with heat as he moved; she might have felt a bit of discomfort at the strength of his grip.
It was strange actually. He went about the fucking of her as though he were handling a policy analysis, a methodic and exploratory unveiling of every detail, and as she moaned and felt her breath coming short, she found herself desperate for more speed, for harder thrusts. It was maddening. The sensations were so powerful and yet they left her so wanting. His movement inside of her was so measured, so deliberate. God! He tried to push back against him, but he held her hips firmly and completely controlled the movements. It was wonderful and terrible and incredible and rotten all at once. She felt teased, that was it. She felt like Brandon was engaging in a long and torturous bout of foreplay, bringing her right to the edge but keeping her there, building anticipation so strongly that all of her body cried out for it, begged for the next step.
“Come on! Come on, Baby! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! Come on, Baby.” Brandon chuckled, and she felt a hot well of anger bubble up. Damn him! He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he loved the way it tormented her.
“Sorry, Love,” his voice was still amused, “You told me to come do whatever I wanted to you. I’m doing it.”
She made a noise that was something between a moan and a pitiful cry. It was torture. Already, she felt like just a bit of force, the tiniest increase in strength with the penetration would drive her over the edge, and she could tell the orgasm would be astounding, perhaps the biggest she’d ever had. “Please! Please Brandon…” She fell silent and bit her lip. She’d never begged before. She never begged for anything, and certainly hadn’t ever begged a man for something sexual. It was such a terribly shameful and slutty thing to do, but she breathed out the words. “Please fuck me hard, Baby. I want you to use me. I want you to wreck me. Please, Honey. Please. I need it. Please.”
She wondered if the slang was the same, if wreck me meant what it meant back in the states. It worked, though. She felt him slamming into her harder, heard the wet sounds of the thrusts. She felt her orgasm beginning to bloom and she opened her mouth to cry out when she suddenly became empty. She whimpered and turned to look at him. He still held her hips tightly, but his cock was out of her, and she desperately wanted it back inside. “Oh, God, Brandon! Please!”
“Did you mean it?” He had a cur
ious look on his face, a strange combination of his usual knowing (almost tolerant) look, the mild arrogance she admitted to herself was yes sexy as hell as she stared back over her ass to see him.
“Yes! Please! I need it!”
“Not that, Jamie.” His hands moved a bit lower and he squeezed her ass. The touch was electric. God! She was so damned close, and if he’d just move, just push into her one more time, maybe two, she knew the climax would take her. “I mean, you told me if you were bent over the chair I could do anything I wanted to do, and you’d have nobody to blame but yourself.”
She turned her head around and nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, goddamit! Just fuck me! Jesus! Please!”
She felt him moving forward and positioned herself to give him better access. “Alright,” he said, “alright.” His fingers tightened on her ass, and she moaned in anticipation. He moved one of his hands up and to the small of her back, exerting pressure and moving up until he’d pushed her shoulders down against the chair. She imagined she looked like a world class whore, but with her pussy even more exposed, she was desperate.
“God damn it! Fuck me, now! Fuck m—”
The word caught in her throat as all breath left her, and then it transformed as a strange, whistling, breathy moan. She was full again. She was full, but Brandon hadn’t pushed into her pussy but instead had barreled right through the tiny opening of her virgin ass. She’d gone from desperately wanting him to inside of her to absolute shock as his head plowed through and she felt her resistant little ring of muscle stretching painfully to accommodate his girth. As she’d felt every bit of him with his slow and deliberate strokes, she felt every bit of his entry. It was impossible, and she felt full—more than full, stuffed completely and unnaturally. She tried to form the words to tell him to stop, but no words, no coherent words would come.
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