SexQuest…Anal 3
“….Okay, let’s do it. That was amazing just now, the way it felt when you had your fingers in my pussy and in my ass at the same time. The way you were stroking me from the front and the back. I really love that feeling of fullness, all stretched out and filled up all over.”
We step out of our clothes, lying in a rumpled heap around our feet. I walk through to the bathroom, slide back the shower-door, and turn on the water. We step into the shower together, and the hot stream cascades over us, splashing down over your breasts, making little runnels of water jetting off your nipples, onto my erect cock.
“Your turn now, eh?” you say. You reach down and take my stiffening rod in your hand, stroking me, sliding your hands up to my engorged head, tugging softly at the rim, pulling on me. The effect is electric, my cock hardens more, bursting with need to fill you and explore your unknown depths where my fingers alone could not go.
I reach for the soap, and slip around behind you, lathering my hands, and then slithering them around your ribs, over your belly and up to cup your deep full breasts, each one a generous handful, your nipples slipping between my fingers.
My rigid curved rod nuzzles in between your plump buttocks. You groan softly and push back, urging my hardness into the soft cleft of your wet ass.
“Oh baby,” you sigh, “It feels so good. You felt so good when you were opening me up with your fingers, do it with your cock, okay?”
“Wait,” I say,” not too fast…” I'm grinding my hips against your buttocks, swirling, swivelling my belly against you, pressing the underside of my rigid curve against the sweet softness of your ass.
I reach round in front of you again, one hand cupping your soft soapy breasts, the other returning to the deep folds of your pussy. I just love that moist warm slippery feeling of my fingers inside you, paddling in your yoni’s nectar, "stirring the honeypot", so different even from the soapy smoothness of the warm water over your heavy breasts, over the tender skin of your areolas.
Then I bend my knees, and guide the eager, taut mushroom head of my up-curved cock in between your buttocks, separating your full cheeks, probing urgently along between the folds of your full lips, into the hidden softness of your pussy. With my left hand I am stroking your pussylips and opening you, guiding my cock into your warm core. It feels so good, finally to enter you.
You grind down hard, thrusting yourself onto my hardness, pushing down and back towards me. But the shower is confined, and the angle is awkward, so I gently withdraw. But only for a moment. My curve springs upwards, but just a bit, and finds your tight rose .
You moan and push back towards me again.
“You like this?” I murmur into your ear, as you nuzzle back into my neck, the hot shower water streaming from your luxuriantly long dark hair.
“Oh yes, yes, come back into me...”
“Here?” I ask, wondering if my cock will truly be welcome where only my fingers had explored before.
“Oh fuck yes, baby, give it to me, just give it to me.”
I take a bottle of massage oil from the shower shelf, and squirt a stream of it down between your buttocks, onto my eager cock. Then I hold my cock in one hand, making slow circles round and round your crinkled rose, closer and closer to your target. You moan and push hungrily back, and then, finally, I ease the tip of my head into you.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” you say, pushing back onto me. But I am careful to control my movements, so that the full width of my broad mushroom slowly, slowly opens you, so you can feel the full width of this, the widest part of my shaft.
And then I’m inside you. And I cannot help but drive up into you. I groan deeply as the smooth soft tightness of you grips me, sucks me in, pulls me up into you.
You gasp as my length penetrates you, and my full head opens you wider, deeper inside you.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
You reply is a long low moan of pleasure, and you clench and unclench your buttocks, gripping me and releasing me in waves of almost unimaginable intensity.
The warmth of your ass and the soft fullness of your buttocks bearing down on my belly is so intense, so stimulating, I have to hold still, let go of all tension, let you move against me, let you set the pace.
You grind down onto me, so that it feels almost as though you’re hanging off my curved cock by your ass, weighing down on my curve, making me even more rigid as your tight rose grips my shaft, harder than ever, swelling up into you, filling you. It’s hard for me not to start thrusting, you feel so sweet, so tight, so hot, wrapped around me like a sword’s sheath, the scabbard for my blade.
But I need to stand up, and slowly, slowly withdraw....
“No baby, not yet, not yet, oh fuck...oh fuck...” you moan.
“Time to leave this shower,” I say. “Let’s go over to the bed, there’s more room to move.”
I turn the shower off and pass you a towel. We hardly bother drying, but as I leave the shower, I have the bottle of massage oil in my hands………
“….Okay, let’s do it. That was amazing just now, the way it felt when you had your fingers in my pussy and in my ass at the same time. The way you were stroking me from the front and the back. I really love that feeling of fullness, all stretched out and filled up all over.”
We step out of our clothes, lying in a rumpled heap around our feet. I walk through to the bathroom, slide back the shower-door, and turn on the water. We step into the shower together, and the hot stream cascades over us, splashing down over your breasts, making little runnels of water jetting off your nipples, onto my erect cock.
“Your turn now, eh?” you say. You reach down and take my stiffening rod in your hand, stroking me, sliding your hands up to my engorged head, tugging softly at the rim, pulling on me. The effect is electric, my cock hardens more, bursting with need to fill you and explore your unknown depths where my fingers alone could not go.
I reach for the soap, and slip around behind you, lathering my hands, and then slithering them around your ribs, over your belly and up to cup your deep full breasts, each one a generous handful, your nipples slipping between my fingers.
My rigid curved rod nuzzles in between your plump buttocks. You groan softly and push back, urging my hardness into the soft cleft of your wet ass.
“Oh baby,” you sigh, “It feels so good. You felt so good when you were opening me up with your fingers, do it with your cock, okay?”
“Wait,” I say,” not too fast…” I'm grinding my hips against your buttocks, swirling, swivelling my belly against you, pressing the underside of my rigid curve against the sweet softness of your ass.
I reach round in front of you again, one hand cupping your soft soapy breasts, the other returning to the deep folds of your pussy. I just love that moist warm slippery feeling of my fingers inside you, paddling in your yoni’s nectar, "stirring the honeypot", so different even from the soapy smoothness of the warm water over your heavy breasts, over the tender skin of your areolas.
Then I bend my knees, and guide the eager, taut mushroom head of my up-curved cock in between your buttocks, separating your full cheeks, probing urgently along between the folds of your full lips, into the hidden softness of your pussy. With my left hand I am stroking your pussylips and opening you, guiding my cock into your warm core. It feels so good, finally to enter you.
You grind down hard, thrusting yourself onto my hardness, pushing down and back towards me. But the shower is confined, and the angle is awkward, so I gently withdraw. But only for a moment. My curve springs upwards, but just a bit, and finds your tight rose .
You moan and push back towards me again.
“You like this?” I murmur into your ear, as you nuzzle back into my neck, the hot shower water streaming from your luxuriantly long dark hair.
“Oh yes, yes, come back into me...”
“Here?” I ask, wondering if my cock will truly be welcome where only my fingers had explored before.
“Oh fuck yes, baby, give it to me, just give it to me.”
I take a bottle of massage oil from the shower shelf, and squirt a stream of it down between your buttocks, onto my eager cock. Then I hold my cock in one hand, making slow circles round and round your crinkled rose, closer and closer to your target. You moan and push hungrily back, and then, finally, I ease the tip of my head into you.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” you say, pushing back onto me. But I am careful to control my movements, so that the full width of my broad mushroom slowly, slowly opens you, so you can feel the full width of this, the widest part of my shaft.
And then I’m inside you. And I cannot help but drive up into you. I groan deeply as the smooth soft tightness of you grips me, sucks me in, pulls me up into you.
You gasp as my length penetrates you, and my full head opens you wider, deeper inside you.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
You reply is a long low moan of pleasure, and you clench and unclench your buttocks, gripping me and releasing me in waves of almost unimaginable intensity.
The warmth of your ass and the soft fullness of your buttocks bearing down on my belly is so intense, so stimulating, I have to hold still, let go of all tension, let you move against me, let you set the pace.
You grind down onto me, so that it feels almost as though you’re hanging off my curved cock by your ass, weighing down on my curve, making me even more rigid as your tight rose grips my shaft, harder than ever, swelling up into you, filling you. It’s hard for me not to start thrusting, you feel so sweet, so tight, so hot, wrapped around me like a sword’s sheath, the scabbard for my blade.
But I need to stand up, and slowly, slowly withdraw....
“No baby, not yet, not yet, oh fuck...oh fuck...” you moan.
“Time to leave this shower,” I say. “Let’s go over to the bed, there’s more room to move.”
I turn the shower off and pass you a towel. We hardly bother drying, but as I leave the shower, I have the bottle of massage oil in my hands………