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"Lie still. Let me...do all the work."
Somehow I knew...without knowing. Bev hovered above me, her cunt only fractions of an inch above my mouth. Like I said, I could smell her intoxicating aroma, her heat hovering just there...inches away.
"Open your mouth."
I did, not knowing what to expect, even how I was supposed to hold it open for her as I did so. I then I felt it, a small drip...another. It was sweet, musky, tangy all at once. I savored it, now licking my lips.
"You like?"
"Yes," I groaned audibly...deeply. I then felt what felt like a tickle, a tickle of flesh, ever so light, but I knew immediately what it was. She pressed a bit further, now the fullness of her lips kissing mine, her once again swollen, puffy, wet saucy lips as they smeared themselves directly. I flicked with my tongue, just spearing her depths. She sighed pleasurably, though moving herself down over me. I felt her pussy mash against my chin, and then work itself up again, passing over my lips and tongue as I desperately reached out trying to seize her. She continued the movement however, passing me by. My nose now coming into direct contact with her, she fucked it. Literally fucked it! Sat there on my face, my nose buried inside that sweet smelling, sweet tasting opening of hers as she mashed herself against my face. I was past insane with lust and desire as she finally moved downwards again, this time allowing me to find her.
I sucked, licked and tickled her cunt. I found her sweet tender clitoris, gathered it between my lips chewing it delicately.
"Oh yeah, that's it baby...that's it. Lick my pussy!" She moaned.
I wanted to crawl up inside her with my face, struggling against the bindings that held me. I continued to lap furiously at her swollen hot cunt, punching her clit like a tiny sparing bag, flicking it back and forth, then sucking it briefly again until she lifted up, forcing me away. Once again I felt the pleasure of her breasts as she slid back down my body. A body now in flame, every nerve ending of my entire being alert, awake...sensitized.
I now felt those heavenly breasts of hers as she gathered up my prick in a soft sweet titty sandwich. I heard her spit, and then spit again. The lubrication of her saliva more than enough, mixed with my own drooling prick, creating a slick slippery passage in which she stroked my cock, using nothing more than the soft pliable flesh of her breasts.
Just when I thought I couldn't endure any more of this heavenly torture, she moved down even more. At once, I now felt her lips and mouth again, taking me in, not fully...not as she'd done, just that damnable way of torturing...teasing me with. She chewed me, licked me..."pop" sucked the head of my dick, creating the most erotic, decadent sounds I had ever heard. She spit on my cock, covering it in her saliva, stroked it, spit on it...sucked it again. Over and over until I was thrashing back and forth, side to side, pulling and tugging against my restraints, no longer content or even happy to be held this way.
"Please!" I begged openly. "For gods sakes...please!"
All she did was laugh...almost evilly. "You trust me?" she asked, and then slowly ran her tongue up one side and down the other along my shaft, asking me again. "Do you?"
I had no reason not to...if anything, it would have been me where the question of trust might have been in doubt. "Yes...yes, of course I do," I basically whimpered still straining against my bonds.
She spit again. But this time after she did I felt a sensation, a tickling I had never felt before. And I froze. Certainly that had been an accident, and inadvertent touch perhaps. But no. I felt her probe, felt her finger push.
"Bev! No! Fuck! You can't!"
"Too late sweetie, I already did," she said worming her finger inside me now. I tried scrambling back, lifting up, but she grabbed my prick in her hand, like holding onto a lever, pulling me back. "Relax," she purred. "I told you...this one's for me."
Once again I felt her finger slide in, and then out. Simultaneously her other hand slowly milking my cock, working it up and down in conjunction with the movement of her fucking finger.
"God baby...your balls are so tight already. I almost wish I was fucking you now...but you need to let go of this one, intensely, and soon too. After that...after that I'll fuck you, and you'll fuck me. You'll feel how it feels to finally slide this nice hard prick of yours into a woman's cunt. To know what it's like as I clench my cunt around your shaft, gripping it, fucking it with my pussy as you thrust deeply in and out of me."
I was already gone...far gone. Her words sounding more like a dream than reality, a whisper on air reaching my ears, a breath of lust now bathing my cock as she took it inside her mouth once again, sucking it firmly. Her fingertip seeking, finding, and then caressing...and then white-hot molten lava suddenly bursting forth without my even sensing that it had.
"Oh...my...god!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs...and then held a single breath for what felt like an eternity.
I honestly don't recall her releasing my hands. Only when she finally pulled the blindfold away from my eyes did I suddenly realize I was no long bound. Almost immediately I rolled over, pinning her to the bed, kissing her fiercely. In doing so...I realized as did we both, this was our first kiss, our first real passionate kiss. Our tongues fenced and danced with one another repeatedly. I sucked her upper lip, she in turn then sucking mine, more tongues lapping away at one another as my hands now joined the dance, finding her breasts, tweaking her tender hard stiff nipples.
"Roll over," she breathed.
"What?"
"Roll over, onto your tummy, now it's my turn."
As stupid as this may sound, I double checked now that I could see, making sure she wasn't wearing some sort of strap-on or something. I was a virgin there too...well, in a way anyway, now that she had actually finger-fucked my ass.
"I'm going to fuck you, my way," she informed me. "Time for another couple of little ones...something to tide me over, work me up...juice me," she teased giggling. I had no clue of course, but did as she asked. Once again I felt her slide up and over me, now laying atop me, the press of her breasts digging sensually into my back. I had no idea that there were so many nerve endings there too, or that I could feel those delightful nipples of hers burrowing into me the way that they were.
And then she pushed herself, sliding against me, gyrating and sliding. Her cunt firmly mashed against my ass, I could feel her wetness leaving its mark. Felt the slick trail of her cunt as she slid up towards the small of my back, and then down again. Once again pressing, humping...grinding. She began to pant, now thrusting as though she did have a cock, as though she was using it to fuck me with as she fucked herself, her clit no doubt rubbing within the crack of my ass as she drove into me from behind, crying out her joy moments later.
"That's one," she sighed pleasurably. And then began doing it all over again.
By the time she had finished giving herself a second sweet little climax, she was ready. But then again, so was I.
"Are you ready for this? Are you sure?"
I'd never been more sure about anything before in my life...especially now, especially with her, and I told her so.
"I'll be gentle," she chuckled making me laugh, easing my nervousness and apprehension just a little. She then moved up straddling my torso, not as yet taking me, though certainly placing herself, resting against me. "How's that feel?"
"Heavenly," I answered back. Once again she laughed.
"You're not in heaven yet, not even through the pearly gates...yet, though you soon will be."
Pearly gates was right, slick wet, slippery pearly pettled gates. Once again she moved up, sliding against me. I felt my prick slip in between her lips, brushing against her clit as she slid up and down, once again teasing me with her slick cunt. Hearing the squishy sounds as she did that, cream turning to froth, bathing me in that hot essence as she mouthed my cock with her pussy, not as yet cunting it.
"You tell me when," she said simply. "And then just relax, once again let me fuck you for a moment...until you want to try fucking me."
"OK," I said feeling like my entire body was wired, every nerve ending I possessed ready to short circuit at a moment's notice here. And then..."I'm ready."
She had moved up, just as she'd been doing, allowing the lips of her pussy to kiss and suck at me. But as she began moving down again, this time I felt a slight difference, the angle of her positioning perhaps. I felt the head of my dick suddenly surrounded, she held still though only for a moment. "Feel that?"
I couldn't answer. One word and I'd have lost it. After all this...I would have fucking lost it.
"How about that?" She slid down a bit more, heat surrounding my cock in a way it never had before. I wanted to tell her to shut up, to quit talking, her words masturbating my cock almost as much as her hand and mouth had...and now, her cunt.
She moved up now instead, nearly uncunting me. I moaned, not in pleasure as much in frustration, though she fooled me again, driving back, impaling herself fully. I felt the entire length of my shaft spearing into her, spearing into her depths, the spongy soft, dripping hot fuck tunnel having just stolen...gladly and welcomely stolen my virginity.
"Ok baby...go ahead. Fuck me...see how it feels to finally fuck a woman."
Balls deep already, I pulled back, almost all the way out, and then slid into her again where she met me, thrusting downwards in greeting, meeting me more than half way, all the way...once again balls deep, flesh smacking flesh as I hilted her.
"Yes! Again!" She wailed. I slid out, and in...out, and in..."
"Fuck!" I cried out, "No! No! No!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She answered back. "Give it to me Robbie! Give it to me...spurt baby spurt, let go...feel it, feel it...FEEL IT!"
I was feeling it indeed. I was feeling the intensity of my first ever orgasm blowing off inside a woman's cunt. The ecstasy and pleasure I now felt far surpassing anything I had ever known before. I could feel my cock lurching inside her, could almost see the spray of semen bathing the inside of her walls. The slickness of her cunt as she now rode me, pumping it out of me herself, something I was no longer coherent enough to do, simply overwhelmed me to the point that I lost track of myself and almost where I was.
I wanted to cry, laugh...both as I drew her close holding her against me. And said instead, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what? For coming so soon? For enjoying without being able to do anything about it, your first ever coital orgasm? Don't be absurd! That's the way the first one should be!" She informed me. "And keep in mind baby...it only gets better each time after that."
She was right. After we had both taken a breather, and actually relaxed a little, sipping some wine, calming down a bit, I was surprised when all she had to do was crawl back up into the bed, laying on her back, and spread her legs again. Like a draw bridge coming up...I rose to proportionate heights and then walked over with a shit-eating grin on my face.
"Round two?" she chuckled.
"Oh hell yes...and then maybe round three even!" I boasted.
"Yes well...we'll see. But maybe...just maybe," she winked.
This time it was basically a traditional fuck. Me on top, her on the bottom...good old missionary. And maybe it was...basic in that sense. But it was my first time once again, experiencing that. And boy did I!
Maybe it was partially the fact that this time I felt fully in control. Certainly had a hell of a lot more stamina, and duration. But there was something to be said about being the one to do most if not all of the work (which up until now, I hadn't been...though perhaps with good reason). Plunging in and out, taking my time, changing up things a little here and there, fast slow, deep...shallow, just experimenting, learning my way around. Bev just laid back, enjoying it...even when it was obvious I didn't know what the hell I was really doing, she seemed to get a kick out of it, enjoying herself, and quite frequently finding a way to escalate it, make it feel even better.
It wasn't long before the sweat was pouring off both of us. I had even rolled her over, now coming up from behind her in yet another traditional way, fucking her doggy-style, which I honestly and freely admit, soon turned into one of my favorite positions, and hers.
How I managed it, I don't know. But she actually came, hard...though telling me just before she did...that when she did, there might be an unexpected surprise waiting for me...as she did.
She was certainly right about that. But as I'd come to learn, come to love and appreciate about her, was her not holding back. That taught me something almost immediately. Giving yourself rather than wanting...or just taking, was very often even more pleasurable, more loving...and even more fun, than the actual orgasm itself. Not to say I didn't enjoy them when I did. Hell...I most certainly did. But watching her, feeling her...and now seeing her actually climax the way that she could, brought far more joy and pleasure to me than I ever realized it ever would.
Even when she sort of warned me what might happen just before it did, I didn't fully understand it, nor comprehend it. But damn that was fucking hot! As slippery wet as she'd been as we'd fucked now previously, it was as though a dam had burst somewhere up inside her. I slid in and out of her with a rapidity I didn't know I even possessed, listening to her words, her panting, that hot crazy way she had of vocalizing herself using vulgarity, that when being used like that, the way she did, just seemed to heighten and intensify everything else.
"Fuck my pussy you bastard!" She had first said after I'd been really pummeling her pretty hard there for a bit...though obviously not quite hard enough. "Harder you prick!" She demanded, goading me perhaps, though if anything...it worked. Somehow, someway, I found the strength and determination to plow into her, almost hoping to ram myself out the end of her mouth in doing so.
"That's it you precious fucker! Fuck me...fuck me harder...harder damn it! Harder! Because baby...I'm going to squirt all over you when I come!"
I only had the vaguest idea of what she meant by that. Hell I had seen the creamy, frothy side of things, and I had loved seeing that, loved tasting it! But I had NO idea! I was surprisingly hovering on the edge again myself, though I didn't hold out much hope of having the same intense sort of an orgasm I'd already had twice now. Not to mention spurting much of anything except air perhaps even when I did. But low and behold...fuck almighty, when she came...she wasn't kidding one iota about doing that. Wow...
"Oh baby...feel me baby, feel me come all over you!" She suddenly cried out, and then seconds later...began doing just that. Shit. Damn. Fuck! That was hot!
Her pussy...her cunt, just seemed to explode, all at once, all over everywhere, everything, all at once. Suddenly, this wet juicy spray just sort of pushed its way out of her cunt, with my dick still inside her. It forced itself out and around her, this cascade of almost clear fluid just bathing the two of us...along with the bed. And then amazingly, I joined her again! No, I didn't gush out gallons this time, it just wasn't there. But even then I managed a couple of pretty good spurts, and then just a nice throbbing pulsating continuation of spastic dick-throbbing delight as I held still there inside of her. Still feeling this wonderful wet continuation of liquid delight making its way down and over my shaft as she poured out her pleasure against each of us.
"Holy fucking shit!" She finally said rolling away, well out of the wet spot...hell, lake she'd created, as she did that. "God babe...it's been a while since I've had one quite that hard...thanks to you anyway!"
I was grinning from ear to ear...though I was also done in, toast, wasted, out of it. Finished. Even when she took me into her hand again, and waggled it about, it was as limp as a wet noodle.
"Good...he's happy and satisfied, as am I," she said kissing me once again. "Now...be a good boy and go blow out all the candles, and then come back to bed and sleep with me," she stated.
Another first. I had never spent the entire night in bed with a woman before. Doing that when I came back to bed and found her nearly asleep already, was nearly as good as the sex had been.
Well...not quite really. But almost.
She was giving me head when I woke.
"Ah...finally, I was beginning to wonder. Thought I'd killed you there for a moment," she told me.
"What time is it anyway?" I asked. I had to be to work at nine.
"Seven thirty," she informed me. "Why?"
And then I told her I had to work, that I'd best get up...get moving, take a shower. The scent of raw hungry sex still lingering in the air.
"Not before you fuck me again," she informed me. "At least a quickie...but not here either."
"Not here?"
"No...elsewhere within the house. Something I've always wanted to do, but never did."
"Which is?"
"Fuck in every single room. Every one of them. And this is a big house. Think you can handle that?"
"Today? Every room?"
She burst out laughing. "No silly! Not all at once, but how about once a day...a different room, think you can manage that much at least?"
"How about...two rooms?" I suggested confidently.
"Let's just stick with one for now, see how it goes," she informed me. "But...we might as well start off with the bathroom, kill two birds with one stone so to speak. Get you ready for work, and cross one room off the list."
We fucked, washed...and fucked some more. Even mapping out the rest of the house as we did that. Twelve rooms, not including the two now we'd managed to cross off the list, with the den not really counting yet. Twelve rooms, seven days before Danny returned home. Yeah, we'd have to double up a few times if we were going to accomplish doing that. But I was certainly game, if she was.
Neither one of us spoke of Danny's return though it was on both of our minds. We'd both mentally decided to enjoy what precious time we had...for as long as it lasted. Seven days at least. Seven days where I would mark down permanently those moments in my mind, to be savored and remembered for ever afterwards. Maybe...no, most likely, things would have to come to a screeching halt here. But until then, I was going to enjoy this...and hopefully Bev would too, as much as we possibly could.
"When do you get off work?" She asked as we both dressed, me in preparation for heading off to work here soon.
"I'll get home around ten...ten thirty," I told her. She handed me a key. "Wake me up if I'm still sleeping," she stated. "In the mean time, I'll be thinking about which room we should cross of the list next."
All I could think about was the way that tight sweet wet pussy felt around my shaft. I think I spent most of the night at work trying to hide my erection in fact. And oddly enough...maybe there's some truth to the fact that after people have had sex, they seem to act or feel differently, even glow some or something. Needless to say, Darlene, a cute gal who I'd actually asked out once before, though I'd been turned down, seemed friendlier towards me for some reason. Even flirting a bit, which was a bit of a surprise. She'd never done that before. We'd even shared a coke together during a break, something else we'd never done. What felt weird to me...was any other time, I'd have been euphoric over her doing that. Now...I felt like I was almost cheating on Bev, just sitting here sharing a laugh...a coke, and really nothing else. I was anxious to get home...
"Home," I suddenly thought. No...not home, Bev's place. I needed to remember that.
She certainly wasn't asleep when I came back to her place. She was up...waiting for me when I used my own key, entering through the back door. She was naked, sitting at the kitchen table.
"I have one more rule," she informed me.
"Oh? And what's that?" I asked enjoying the vision sitting there in front of me. I still had a hard-on too, I don't think it had ever completely gone away since the moment I'd left.
"I want to have kinky...naughty, dirty...even twisted sex, in every room, but the bedroom. There, we have semi-normal, loving, fun sort of dirty sex," she laughed.
"Sort of? Dirty sex?" I laughed back. "But really naughty, dirty, kinky...even twisted sex everywhere else correct?"
"Correct!" she laughed standing up. "Starting here," she then said climbing up onto her kitchen table. "Now...come fuck me baby. Fuck me right here on the table...but don't you dare come in me...that's for the bedroom. You tell me when you're about to, and then I'll tell you what it is you're going to do for me when you do."
After the incident with the coffee cup, I was ready for just about anything.
I was to find out, I really had no idea.
I was naked within seconds, looking at the prize as she draped herself onto the table, legs dangling down over the edge as I stepped up in between them...perfect height.
"Just remember...when you're close," she reminded.
"I know...tell you, and then?"
"You'll see....just promise me, you'll do it...no matter what."
"Ok, no matter what," I responded back. "When we're being kinky."
"Yes...kinky, and naughty."
I slid into her. Slick, tight...wet and wanton.
"Naughty, kinky...and dirty."
"Especially dirty," she answered back. "Fuck me...fuck me hard, nasty hard."
I fucked her nasty, and hard...and kinky. And she squirted, all over me, all over the table, and the floor...and I kept fucking her, watching her cum, feeling her cum, hearing her scream out her pleasure. And then that was too much for me...I had to come too, come with her.
She pulled me away then off and away from her, though holding my hand leading me. "Hurry," she demanded...and then surprised me stepping outside the back door. I attempted to follow, but she stopped me, closing the screen door. Pressing herself up against it from outside. "Now do it!"
"What?"
"Jerk off...squirt on me...through the screen. Hurry!"
"Jesus! Bev!"
"I said kinky...naughty, dirty...think I was kidding?"
No...she obviously wasn't, and then suddenly it felt that way...it was, and I was excited beyond belief. She pressed herself so hard against the screen, I knew there'd be imprints in her breasts, her nipples trying to bore holes making even bigger ones. I stood, jacking myself off, pressing my dick tip against the screen too, almost as though trying to force it through, to rub myself against her tits, her nipples.
"Make it cum...make it squirt," she demanded once again. "Let me see it...let me watch it try to reach me!"
I came, I splurged, I squirted. Most of it not going anywhere, caught in the tiny holes of her screen door, even though she managed to come away with a bit of it clinging to her tits anyway.
"Damn what a mess!" I concluded, looking at the copious amount of sperm now clogging up a goodly portion of her door. She opened it stepping in.
"Yeah...it is," she giggled back taking my hand leading me towards the hallway and upstairs to the bedroom.
"What about...that?" I said looking back.
"What about it?" She said. "I was planning on cleaning the entire kitchen tomorrow anyway, might as well do the doors too while I'm at it." And with that, we headed upstairs for what she called a more normal lovemaking session.
Shit...that was pretty kinky too!
Three days and five rooms later, I had lost seven pounds. Mom had even commented on it, worried that I had perhaps been working too hard. Dad just reached up rustling my hair, told mom to quit worrying about me, told her he figured I had a girlfriend. Which was one of the reasons I hadn't been coming home at night, nor home much at all, only long enough to change into a new set of clothes. If he only knew...he wouldn't be smiling as much. Though I was starting to not smile nearly as much myself. We only had four more days together before Danny came home again.
We were going to try for three today. Mainly because I had the entire day off. And that meant we'd have a little time for recovery at least...between rooms.
"Ok, so which room first?" I asked curiously. I had to laugh. Bev had actually drawn out a reasonable looking floor-plan to scale, and had now checked off all the rooms we'd done anything in, along with a short brief note about what we'd done, how we'd done it...and how she'd made me cum in each one of them.
"The laundry and downstairs bathroom is next," she informed me. Jeffry had never entirely finished off the basement, though he'd been going to before the divorce came. As such, the room itself was still partially joined, one large open area, with laundry and a semi-finished downstairs bathroom. As such...we were only counting it as one single room. We headed downstairs...naked of course, no reason not to be at this point, now more comfortable being around her naked than dressed in many ways. And not looking forward to the time when I wouldn't...or couldn't be.
She sat down on the toilet the moment we entered the room. "I need to pee first," she announced. So far this was something we hadn't done. "You ah...need me, want me to ah...give you some privacy?" I asked.
"No...what I do want you to do...is come over here, stand between my legs...and pee with me."
This one definitely was the definition of all three. Dirty, naughty...and certainly kinky. "I don't think I need to," I told her trying to beg off. Not that I was squeamish about doing that really...not like we were going to pee on one another or anything either, wasn't like that. But I didn't think I could...not in front of her.
"At least try," she said coaxing me over. I figured hell, if nothing else I could at least stand there and pretend to try to, even as she went. If I didn't...well then, shouldn't come as any big surprise or major disappointment when I couldn't. I stood between her legs looking down as she began to tinkle...just a tiny bit. "Well? I'm trying to hold it...waiting for you," she spoke.
Maybe it was the running water thing, or in this case, hearing her start to. To my surprise I found that I could...and then did, though aiming as carefully as I could between her legs as she spread them a bit wider, now truly beginning to pee herself. "Splash it against mine," she told me.
"You'll get wet, we'll get wet," I amended.
"It's only pee silly...you, me...us? You think that's worse than the fluids we've exchanged? And besides, we'll wash one another up afterwards. Now quit being a prude...piss on my piss!"
It was a silly game, but it was an erotic one too. We mingled piss together, and yes it splashed, and soaked us both. But as she said, we washed one another up afterwards, and then she had me sit in the sink, though it was slightly uncomfortable as I did that, wedged in nearly so tight I could hardly move. And then she took out a toilet paper roll, and then she removed the paper core from it.
"What are you doing?"
"Just this," she said, as she took out what appeared to be a massive jar of Vaseline, taking from it an enormous amount of goop from it, and stuffing that inside the middle. She then grinned at me.
"You can't be serious!"
"Oh...but I am!" she announced, and then slid most of it, though not all of it over the length of my shaft, it was still a bit too tight, even with the extra goop...but she managed to jerk me off with it any way. I came, ropes of sperm splashing against her breasts, her pussy as she finished me off using the toilet paper roll. And then she sat down on the toilet seat once again, and masturbated herself using what was left of the sticky, gooey roll.
Bev crossed the room off her homemade map as we sat at the small kitchen table collecting ourselves after our somewhat kinky little escapade downstairs.
"Where to next?" I wondered surprised that I could already be feeling aroused once again. Admittedly...I hadn't expected to find this as exciting as it was when we'd began doing this. But now, I found myself looking more and more forward to it. The downside of course being, the fewer and fewer rooms we had left to explore one another in, meant our time was running out too.
"The storage room," she said looking at her map. We had actually argued about this one, not really an argument perhaps, but a discussion whereby I didn't feel a storage room actually qualified as being a "room", but Bev had insisted it was. At first I couldn't imagine being able to do much of anything in there as cramped as it was. I was about to find out just how wrong I was about that soon after.
She had already straightened it up to some extent, giving us a bit more room on the floor. In addition, Bev had previously placed a nice thick quilt down, something for us to sit, and then lay down on as I figured her intent to be. She closed the door behind us, and then stood waiting for me to get situated down on the floor. Overhead a single light bulb gave us light, which she turned off by pulling on the dangling chain hanging beneath it. We were in total darkness.
I chuckled, unable to help myself. She laughed back. "Remind you of something?" She asked.
It did actually. I think all kids at one time or another sit in dark closets curious about sexual matters. It took me back to that in a strange sort of way. It was the first time I had ever kissed another girl in fact, sitting on the floor of her bedroom closet, unable to see a single thing as we did that. Remembering that moment, I tentatively reached out looking for her, though of course she was sitting right there in front of me. Having to feel for her face, though quickly finding it...I leaned forward searching her out with my lips, kissing her passionately.
"That's why I wanted to do this," she finally said after breaking off one of many very sensual erotic kisses. "So we could see one another with our hands, fingers...our minds, and not just our eyes," she informed me. "I want us to explore one another like that, from head to toe not leaving out a single solitary place as we do that."
She went first, having me lay down on my tummy where she proceeded to touch me with her hands and fingers beginning with my head, slowly working her way down. Bev teased the muscles in my back, my arms and shoulders and then finally caressed and fondled my ass. I shivered excitedly, the darkness concealing her magic hands as she continued. I felt the press of her finger as it momentarily explored, teased and stimulated my ass hole, though she didn't insert her fingers or go beyond that this time. Moving down my legs, she tenderly stroked those and then my toes, finally making me roll over where she worked her way back up again. Once again, she only briefly lingered over my very hard cock and tight balls; back up my chest to my face. Here she ran her fingers lightly and tenderly over my chin, lips...my nose and then caressed my ears playfully rolling them between her fingertips. By the time she had finished running her hands through my hair again, I felt like Jell-O.
"Ok, my turn," she announced quickly exchanging places with me. She was right about one thing, I was seeing her in a whole new light...or rather no light, but the experience was unbelievable. I saw and felt her body in ways I hadn't felt it, even while looking at it as I did before. Now, I felt and better understood the contours of her shape, the flair of her sensual hips, the indentation of her knees. Simple things, but things I now knew about her so intimately that I hadn't contemplated knowing before. I ran my fingers over her somewhat flattened breasts when she rolled over onto her back. I traced the edges of each slope, fingering the fullness of them as I lifted them up in my hands cupping them into cones, stroking upwards towards her nipples and then lingering there for a bit on each. I too had probed and teased her ass, finding delight in doing so, an erotic thrill of the unknown for me, surprised to find I had wanted to explore that even more.
As though reading my mind, after I had finished "looking" at her with my hands and fingers, she spoke almost in a whisper, still breathless...obviously aroused.
"Fuck me...fuck my ass," she announced surprising me.
"Are you sure?" I asked, though now very much excited at the prospect, and then thinking..."we don't have anything to properly lubricate you up with." She laughed hearing that.
"We'll find something...in here," she told me. I was about to suggest we turn on the light in order to do so, but she made a game out of that as well. "Check on the shelf to your right," she stated. "I'm pretty sure we'll find something there."
I fumbled around for a moment in the dark, passing by the obvious, some cans and then finding a plastic jar, opening it, which we both then smelled. "Honey," I announced.
"Put that one off to the side, if we need to...we can use that, though we'd both be awfully sticky if we do."
We searched through several more jars and cartons, finding a jar of peanut butter, quickly discarding that. Even the honey would have been preferred to that one. Bev finally stumbled into a can of lard, which we likewise set off to the side as a possibility until I found a large container of vegetable oil.
"That'll work!" She giggled excitedly. "Perfectly!"
I could only imagine the mess we were making, but even that became erotic and sensual as we spent time smearing it over one another, in particular over her luscious ass as we became slick and slippery with our vegetable oil coatings. And even once we were, once we were ready for what was coming next, we took our time being playful. The sounds her hands made, and mine as we probed and continued to play with one another there in the darkness was decadent...obscene. The slick "squishy" sounds our hands made, especially hers as she worked and jacked my cock, reveling in making as much sound as she possibly could. As I then did to her, fingering her already slick cunt, made more so by the addition of some additional oil.
"I'm so fucking hot...and horny. So whenever you're ready," she soon said after spending such a delightful time with her being naughty like this.
"Ready whenever you are," I responded back, her hand still gripping my hard shaft, almost reluctant to release it.
"I'm ready...more than!" She laughed a bit nervously. "And just so you know...it's been a while, a long while," she paused. "So it might be better if you let me sit on you, that way I can more or less control things for a bit. After I have gotten used to the feel of you, perhaps then we can try it in another position. But for starters at least..."
I agreed with her. This was another first for me for one thing. I was about to fuck a woman's ass for the first time in my life, unchartered territory once again. I didn't have any real idea as to the mechanics of this either, not knowing what to expect...or even do. So Bev's suggestion about being on top initially, was perfectly fine with me.
"We'll try this," she continued. "After which, I can spin around, and then we can turn around perhaps if you'd like trying it in a different position."
At first, I didn't think there was any way in hell. If I could feel a little discomfort, even with the slippery lubrication, then she certainly could. I felt a bit of pressure, though it lasted only for a moment, and then suddenly, I felt the head of my dick slipping inside past the outer ring. "Hmm," she moaned and then held still allowing herself to become accustomed no doubt to the unfamiliar intrusion. "Keep holding still," she again near whispered as I felt her push a bit more, suddenly slipping inside her quite easily after that. I knew within moments she'd impaled herself entirely on the length of my shaft, once again holding her breath for a moment, and then sighing again. "God that feels good...been so long!" She finally breathed.
And it did too! Entirely different, certainly far tighter than when I'd been inside her pussy, more like the sensation of her hand when she gripped me so hard on previous occasions, stroking me...which she now began doing, with her ass.
"How's that?"
"Fucking tight!"
"Not too tight?"
"No!" I groaned pleasurably. "Just right! Fuck this feels good!"
"Yes it does," she murmured now moving slowly, though continuously up and down, though she giggled.
"What?"
"You're still stiff as a board," she informed me, which I then realized I was, laying there immobile. "You can play with my tits now...I'd like that."
I relaxed, reaching up quickly finding those magnificent orbs in the dark, filling my hands with them once again kneading and caressing her soft pliant tit flesh.
"Go ahead Robbie...fuck me now, fuck me hard, nice and hard...the same way you do to my cunt," she told me. As I did, I could feel her reach down as she began frigging her clit, playing with it as my cock slid easily in and out of her ass now, her boobs still toys to enjoy as we did that, the feel of her wonderful hard nipples as I pulled on each, twisting and yanking on them with my fingers.
"Where do you...want me...to..."
"Where else? In my ass silly! I want to feel your cum spurting in my ass when you cum," she finished for me. "I want to feel it dripping out afterwards, running down between my legs. So pour it into me sweetheart," she said almost lovingly. "Spurt that hot fucking joy juice into my tight hot little ass!" She then flavored with a bit more obscenity as her lust once again took over her pleasure.
And I was only too happy to comply. As tight as her ass was, and as good as it felt, I knew without any doubt by the speed and intensity of our coupling, I wouldn't certainly last forever...not at this rate. But she too was already riding on the crest of her own orgasmic wave, her hand still slapping, frigging her clit furiously, which I could feel her do as she rode me.
"Come with me baby," she soon announced. "Let me feel it...feel you filling my ass with all that hot naughty cream!" She was near begging, which pretty much triggered it. I lurched, thrusting up hard inside her, spearing her, and then grabbed her hips holding on, holding her still for a moment as I simply concentrated on that first powerful jettison of my spunk deep inside her bowels.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here...it...comes!"
It was for me at least, one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. There in the dark, feeling...sensing the deep pulsating squirt of my cock inside her, almost imagining the spray of my spunk filling her ass, I came...and came...and came some more. Crying out, thrusting now, plunging into her depths as she joined me, calling out...screaming out my name almost hysterically in the throes of her own climatic bliss.
"Yes Robbie yes! Come baby, fill me...squirt, squirt, squirt! Fill my ass baby! Fill my fucking ass!"
By the time we had showered and finished washing off all the oil still coating our bodies, we were both famished.
"Let's order pizza!" Bev suggested, which sounded fine to me. The way I felt at the moment, I could have eaten a large one all by myself after all the energy we'd expended so far today. "Twenty minutes...or it's free!" She then laughed after hanging up. "Start the clock!"
She was still naked, though we both were, sitting there on the couch still somewhat collecting ourselves there in the living room all the while keeping an eye out for the delivery guy.
