Loading...It was one of those moments. We’ve all had them. They come from nowhere and before you know it you’re doing things that you always said you wouldn’t. No, by God, would he ever get me to do that! Colin and myself had just had a shower. Separately. He went first whilst I made a few sandwiches then I went in surrounding myself with the smell of gel and body spray and warmth.
I came out wrapped in my old pink bathrobe, rubbing my blonde hair with a towel and humming ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ softly to myself. Colin had timed it just right and was pouring the hot chocolate into two large mugs as I walked into the room.
I sat on the sofa and drew the side tables closer to the two of us. And we ate and sipped our drinks as we watched the movie on TV. After a while I drew my legs up onto the sofa and leant with my back against him. He casually drooped an arm over my right shoulder and slid his hand into my bathrobe to cup my breast. The movie had just got to the beginning of the courtroom scene when Colin’s hand began gently squeezing my flesh, giving me a pleasant warm glow inside. I slid down his body and lay with my head on his lap facing the TV and feeling his penis stir slightly beneath my left cheek. I slipped my hand into his own bathrobe and gently took hold of the semi-rigid flesh.
I felt warm and safe and sensuous.
The movie was exciting and both Colin and myself love court room dramas. So for a while we were engrossed in the plot and softly stroking and caressing each other. The room was warm. Colin’s soft moan made me realise that without thinking I had gripped his cock a bit tighter and was masturbating him gently. His own hand still cupped my breast, with it’s nipple hardening into a tiny point., but now he was kneading and pulling at the flesh. A sense of urgency was beginning to transmit itself from him to me.
I lost myself for a while and missed the end of the movie. But it didn’t matter too much. My body was beginning to ventilate slightly as my pulse rate rose. I pulled Colin’s robe apart and took the end of his thick cock into my mouth and let it rest on my tongue. Gently I suckled it for a while knowing by the tightness of his grip on me that his own lust was rising. He let his hand fall from my throbbing, swollen tit flesh to the inside of my right thigh which he began gently squeezing with the palm of his hand and four of his fingers. His thumb had inserted itself between my cunt lips and was softly pushing upwards until they opened slightly to allow him to enter a bit further.
I sighed and moved my legs further apart at the same time lowering my head down onto his penis until it rested at the entrance to my throat. I have always been able to perform deep throat. Ever since I was a teenager. I can relax my muscles and by a series of gulping motions take a cock right in up to the balls. No matter how long it might be. Sometimes I used to have difficulty with very thick ones but even those too I could manage to swallow at least half their length. Colin was long but not thick and after a moment I gave him the first of many deep swallows.
He groaned and placed his whole hand on my vagina, pushing against the still slightly sealed entrance. With his cock deep in my gullet and my right hand now free, I squeezed and pulled at his scrotum. Feeling the hardening balls beneath the soft pliable flesh.
Then without knowing why, I stretched out my middle finger and began to stroke the underside of his body, at times allowing my finger tip to brush gently over his anus. He groaned and involuntarily jerked his hips forward trying to push even further into my mouth and throat. But he could go no further. His balls were already jammed against my lips with just a bit of the sac skin able to enter my gaping jaws as my finger began making circular motions around his arsehole. He withdrew slightly and then pushed forward again building up a thrusting rhythm around which I could take in small lung-fulls of air. The saliva in my mouth began to run unchecked over my lips and onto my chin. I felt gloriously wanton.
Colin had now taken advantage of the lubrication pouring from my vagina and had inserted three fingers into my dripping cunt. Thrusting and twisting them rapidly making me moan my own sounds of lust in return.
By now our bathrobes were falling from our bodies, being held in place only by our arms through the sleeves. And we quickly withdrew from each other and let them slip to the floor. Before we pressed our naked bodies against each other again I looked into his eyes and saw the same glazed look of total lust that he must have seen mirrored in my own. Then he mashed his lips brutally against mine, mouth open, tongue probing, his teeth gently nipping at my lips as I nipped at his. We were both lost now in our own sexual fantasies as we probed and pulled and scratched at each other. His cock slid easily into my widely dilated cunt, needing no help to insert itself. And he thrust long and hard into my vagina, lifting me higher and higher with each pistoning action. I curled my long legs around his back trying to maintain a grip on his sweating flesh as my cunt twitched and throbbed and my clitoris hardened with each passing moment.
I was almost there, almost at the crest when Colin quickly withdrew and stood up. I grabbed at him. I wanted him back. I stuffed his cock into my slavering mouth tasting my own juices. I tried to get my arms around his buttocks and pull him into me. I didn’t want to lose the feeling. He quickly bent over to his robe on the ground and took something from the pocket. My hair had fallen over my eyes and my lust had blurred my vision. I couldn’t see clearly. And I didn’t care, I just wanted him back. My breath was rasping in great gasps and pants and the cushions on the sofa were becoming soaked with juices flowing from my cunt.
He pulled away slightly and with an ease assisted by my compliance turned me over onto my stomach. He pulled me back onto my hands and knees and, at last, shoved brutally into my hungry cunt. I almost howled my pleasure as I pushed back onto his cock like a woman possessed. Then I felt two fingers of one hand at my anus. Pushing something cold into it. I was beyond caring. With his cock reaching as far as it could go and my clitoris strumming to breaking point I just didn’t care. Another finger and more cream was pushed passed the anal muscle and into my rectum. I felt no discomfort, no pain. My thoughts were elsewhere and I hardly felt it when a fourth finger joined the first three and my rectum was dripping with a creamy, cold lubricant.
I had never been anally fucked. It had never been for me. In a way I thought it was slightly dirty and was always afraid of the pain it would cause. My arse was too small and tight to accommodate something the size of a cock.
Colin withdrew from my cunt leaving me with my head on my folded arms gasping for breath.
He pulled my round buttocks apart and placed the head of his cock against my anus. I knew what he was doing but at the same time I denied it. My mind was in a whirl of strong sexual desire and although I was aware of his cock just resting there I was unable and unwilling to do anything about it.
Then with no careful and gentle probing and not giving me time to become accustomed to the strange invasion of my body, Colin pushed swiftly and solidly into my arse until I could feel his balls slap against the backs of my thighs.
“Eeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwww”. The sound was forced involuntarily from my body as I felt the thickness of the intruder filling me completely. No respite, no small stay of execution. Colin immediately began pounding into my arse with the force of a steam engine. My lust died. But only slightly. The feeling was so strange. So intimate. My back passage was stuffed with a thrusting, throbbing iron hard rod of flesh that showed no mercy as it continued its anal fuck.
“Ooooooooooo”. Again I made an involuntary noise. I could hear a squelching sound as Colin’s penis pushed aside the cream that was now coating my rectum as high as his cock could go. Forbidden, taboo thoughts entered my head, as my body and mind finally let go of its loosening grip on reality. Colin was treating me like a whore. But I didn’t care I wanted to be treated like a whore. I wanted to feel my arse stuffed as wide as it could go and be buggered time and time again. I began thrusting back matching his ferocity with my own. My head turned this way and that on my arms as I felt one of his hands reach round and begin rubbing my cunt lips. Fingers stroked my clitoris and pushed into my soaking, pulsating vagina. The slapping of his loins against my buttocks filled the room. His cock seemed to expand even wider.
“Nnnnghhhhh” I was completely out of control and began sucking on my own fingers, stretching my jaws far apart in an attempt to push my whole hand into my mouth. I wanted to do strange things. New things. Allowing my head to lay unsupported on the sofa I reached down with my other hand to join Colin in his thrusting of my cunt. My fingers slid in beside his and my vagina expanded to a width it had never known before. Then more uncontrollable wantonness came over me and as my back tunnel began slipping and sliding over a gently gripped cock I moved my hand from my cunt and moved it to join Colin’s prick as it continued its insane arse fuck. Then, so heaven help me, I managed to get two finger alongside his penis and pushed them into my own arse.
“Oooooofff” the air expelled from my lungs as my belly became gripped in a spasm of an uncontrollable orgasm and I finally reached the crest I had been willing to happen. As my cunt and arse collapsed in orgasm I felt Colin rapidly and impossibly expand still further just before he began pulsating and shooting wads of sperm deep into my bowels. I writhed and moaned as I felt the ejaculations join and mix with the cream in my body. I felt gloriously filthy. A whore of the lowest dirt, of the most extreme and abused fantasy. I came and came again as Colin slowly returned to normal until all he could do was kneel there hearing me moan and watching me skewing myself on his softening cock, trying, still trying, to keep the moment going.
But eventually I too came down from the highest levels I had ever reached and allowed my legs to stretch out backwards as Colin, his prick falling from my arse, lay on my back with my still trembling buttocks nestling into his loins.
For many minutes we lay there regaining ourselves, then he raised himself from my body with a small squelching sound as sweating naked flesh parted from sweating naked flesh and stood up. He pulled me gently to my feet and we re-entered the bathroom for our second shower of the night. It was our first together in our new roles. Whereas in the past we had soaped each other’s skin and played with each others cock and cunt now we inserted soapy fingers into each others anuses. Pushing the digits far up into each other’s rectums until the heels of our palms stopped them. I had one hand on his cock lathering the soap that covered it and the other hand playing with his arsehole. He was teasing and playing with me in the same way.
The desire began to build up once again. I rinsed off his cock and, there in the shower, bent over and sucked him whilst he in turn bent over my back and anal fucked me with two of his fingers. Then he raised me up and got to his knees drawing me close into him. With a small shock of pleasure I felt his tongue push into my vagina then his mouth suck on my clitoris. Soon he had his hands on my buttocks and thrusting two or three fingers into my arse using more soap to ease the entry. It was no good. We couldn’t deny ourselves any longer and quickly patting ourselves dry as we walked we went into the bedroom pausing only briefly to pick up the cream from the coffee table.
Almost soundlessly, with just small sounds of pleasure, I got onto the bed on my hands and knees, raised my buttocks into the air and waited. Colin didn’t make me wait for long and soon I felt the now familiar fingers pushing in the now familiar cream. My vagina was lubricating like a waterfall and I was already beginning to lose myself in my own fantasies.
But then he surprised me by turning me over onto my back. I went willingly, trusting him to introduce me to new heights of pleasure. Again there were no preliminaries. He just bent both of my legs at the knees and leant forward onto the shins forcing my legs back against my flattened breasts. Using his hand to guide himself, and with no hesitation, he pushed the end of his cock against my anus and, as before, with one shove embedded it up to his balls into my arse.
I couldn’t help myself. The long, low keening sound came out of my mouth before I could control it. I was lost already. Colin was grinding and thrusting into my rectum giving it its second fuck of the night. My arms went up and around the back of his neck pulling his head down towards mine. The movement made me rock backwards almost on to my shoulders as his lips met mine in an open mouthed, saliva mixing, tongue entwining deep kiss. We fucked each other’s mouths with our tongues as he fuck my widening arse with his cock. In and out it went straining to reach ever higher. He had his own arms around my shoulders pulling me away from the bed as I pulled him down. We became animals in our lust. Our nibbles became bites on the neck on the shoulders and, with me, on my breasts.
As he sodomised me harder and harder he took tit flesh deep into his mouth and bit down with his jaws. I didn’t mind. It didn’t hurt. We had become insane in our sex. I ground my teeth into his shoulder as he left one breast and attacked the other. My rectum was running with liquid. It felt sopping wet. My whole arsehole felt loose and sloppy and welcoming. Welcome to anyone and anything. I looked into Colin’s half closed eyes and saw the same madness there I felt in my own. His lips drawn back over his teeth in a vision of animal lust. My cunt was pouring, my arse was pouring and his beautiful cock was pounding, pounding and pounding.
Then we both came at the same time. Our bodies melted into each other as fluid crossed from him to me. Emptying him, filling me. We both went rigid as the flow continued, our hands clawed at each other trying to truly make us one. We both went rigid as the flow continued, slowed and then finally stopped.
Colin didn’t want to withdraw. I could tell that. As much as I didn’t want him to. The feeling of a softening but still thick cock housed warmly in my quivering rectum was too pleasant to give up easily. He made a few small thrusts but there was no desire in them. Just a comfortable feeling of his penis being there, snugly inside my back passage.
But the moment eventually passed and we went into the bathroom for yet another shower. But that’s all we had.
A shower.