I took a bottle of Black Afghano body wash from a cedar shelf and returned to face him. The steam swirled around us both. He seemed godlike standing there, waiting for me to clean his body. But still, I had my pride.
What, I said, you think I'm just going to fuck you because you have that horse cock and that body.
Bear grunted, smirking. Looking me dead in the eyes he said, You're not going to fuck me Brooke. You're going to wash your friend off of me. Then I'm going to fuck you.
He turned around and braced his hands against the tile underneath one of the waterfall spouts, the warm water cascading down his back, over his rock solid haunches. His glutes looked like they belonged on a stallion, his ass jutting out as he leaned forward to allow me access.
I understood what he wanted. I squeezed the soap into my hands and started on his lower back, rubbing down onto his ass meat, spreading the cheeks, working my hands inside. As I massaged over his prostate he started to groan and I was feeling it too. His submissiveness shocked me. It was really hot. He could have crushed me with his thumb and he was letting me clean his ass.
I bent down behind him - my hand trembling, barely breathing. I reached forward between his thighs to grip the swollen shaft where it swung between his knees. My hand scarcely wrapped halfway around. I pulled his cock backward between his legs. Even in the sauna the heat coming off it made me gasp. As I started to peel back the foreskin I noticed a frothy white crust. I knew at once it was Chandler. I used both hands to work up a lather, gently milking him like some kind of prize steer, cleaning her juices in preparation for my own.
Bear was clearly enjoying this treatment. His meat started to swell and lengthen, twitching in my hands as the head emerged from the sheath. I had two hands on him and could barely encircle his girth. And he wasn't even hard. I heard him grunt, then his cock jerked in my hands and a clear stream of pre-come spit from the tip. I kept tugging. My pussy was throbbing, losing her poor mind. He was going to kill me and I didn't care. I reached up and started to caress his balls. They were even hotter, sizzling and pulsing and angry. It’s ok baby, I sighed. I’m gonna take care of you.
Coated in soap, his cock continued to grow. Some guys with big dicks don’t get super hard but this wasn’t the case with Bear. No way. That thing started to expand horribly. As long as my arm. A solid foot, then more.
Bear snarled and twisted around, his meat smacking me across the belly. He looked frustrated, enraged to the point of explosion. Instinctively I cradled his dick against my tits, stroking the glans, cooing, trying to sooth him. Because of his size and the height difference I could suck him standing up. I lapped at the head with my tongue, twirling silver ribbons of seed over my lips and tracing the smooth shaft down the base ringed with heavy black stubble. Then I moved him between my legs and straddled the shaft, closing my eyes with pleasure as he pulsed against my cunt. He had to be 3" just across the root. The circumference I don't even know. 9 inches, maybe more?
He was hard between my legs and yanked me in close, my tits mashing against his chest as he bent down and kissed me, hard, deep. I felt his need. I wasn’t going to be able to tease him much longer before he skewered me with that thing. I started to slide along his length, grinding my clit, already my first orgasm was close. I looked back and saw the head emerging well beyond ass.
Mother of god he was a monster. I had no fucking idea how it was going to work. I knew I couldn’t take him all inside me. But I hadn't come this far for nothing.
Bear lifted me under my arms and slammed me against the wall. Enough, he snarled, striding past me and vanishing into the steam. I heard the door slam shut. It was silent and warm. I slid down into a squat and moved my fingers over my cunt. She was pulsing, a low-level orgasm radiating through my hips. I shut my eyes and stroked my clit, gritting my teeth and coming immediately, squealing into the empty room. When I’d recovered I got to my feet and headed for the exit.
What, I said, you think I'm just going to fuck you because you have that horse cock and that body.
Bear grunted, smirking. Looking me dead in the eyes he said, You're not going to fuck me Brooke. You're going to wash your friend off of me. Then I'm going to fuck you.
He turned around and braced his hands against the tile underneath one of the waterfall spouts, the warm water cascading down his back, over his rock solid haunches. His glutes looked like they belonged on a stallion, his ass jutting out as he leaned forward to allow me access.
I understood what he wanted. I squeezed the soap into my hands and started on his lower back, rubbing down onto his ass meat, spreading the cheeks, working my hands inside. As I massaged over his prostate he started to groan and I was feeling it too. His submissiveness shocked me. It was really hot. He could have crushed me with his thumb and he was letting me clean his ass.
I bent down behind him - my hand trembling, barely breathing. I reached forward between his thighs to grip the swollen shaft where it swung between his knees. My hand scarcely wrapped halfway around. I pulled his cock backward between his legs. Even in the sauna the heat coming off it made me gasp. As I started to peel back the foreskin I noticed a frothy white crust. I knew at once it was Chandler. I used both hands to work up a lather, gently milking him like some kind of prize steer, cleaning her juices in preparation for my own.
Bear was clearly enjoying this treatment. His meat started to swell and lengthen, twitching in my hands as the head emerged from the sheath. I had two hands on him and could barely encircle his girth. And he wasn't even hard. I heard him grunt, then his cock jerked in my hands and a clear stream of pre-come spit from the tip. I kept tugging. My pussy was throbbing, losing her poor mind. He was going to kill me and I didn't care. I reached up and started to caress his balls. They were even hotter, sizzling and pulsing and angry. It’s ok baby, I sighed. I’m gonna take care of you.
Coated in soap, his cock continued to grow. Some guys with big dicks don’t get super hard but this wasn’t the case with Bear. No way. That thing started to expand horribly. As long as my arm. A solid foot, then more.
Bear snarled and twisted around, his meat smacking me across the belly. He looked frustrated, enraged to the point of explosion. Instinctively I cradled his dick against my tits, stroking the glans, cooing, trying to sooth him. Because of his size and the height difference I could suck him standing up. I lapped at the head with my tongue, twirling silver ribbons of seed over my lips and tracing the smooth shaft down the base ringed with heavy black stubble. Then I moved him between my legs and straddled the shaft, closing my eyes with pleasure as he pulsed against my cunt. He had to be 3" just across the root. The circumference I don't even know. 9 inches, maybe more?
He was hard between my legs and yanked me in close, my tits mashing against his chest as he bent down and kissed me, hard, deep. I felt his need. I wasn’t going to be able to tease him much longer before he skewered me with that thing. I started to slide along his length, grinding my clit, already my first orgasm was close. I looked back and saw the head emerging well beyond ass.
Mother of god he was a monster. I had no fucking idea how it was going to work. I knew I couldn’t take him all inside me. But I hadn't come this far for nothing.
Bear lifted me under my arms and slammed me against the wall. Enough, he snarled, striding past me and vanishing into the steam. I heard the door slam shut. It was silent and warm. I slid down into a squat and moved my fingers over my cunt. She was pulsing, a low-level orgasm radiating through my hips. I shut my eyes and stroked my clit, gritting my teeth and coming immediately, squealing into the empty room. When I’d recovered I got to my feet and headed for the exit.