In the morning Soula woke me with a kiss and a cup of coffee. She was wearing the pink button-up satin night shirt she keeps at my place, and her large breasts swayed sensuously beneath it. The bed smelled of sex and I imagined I could taste a hint of my semen on her lips. I’ve never met a woman who likes to eat jizz like Soula. I swear that in the last six weeks there’s only been a couple of times I haven’t cum in her mouth.
As I sipped the hot brew I heard her fussing in the laundry. I don’t know why she feels obliged to do that when she visits – I’m a good housekeeper.
I had a persistent morning hard on and stroked myself lazily while thinking about the hot sex the night before. After a couple of minutes I reached for the remote control and scanned back through the video we’d watched, stopping at the final scene where the woman is bent over the table and takes it in the arse.
Soula came back in with an armful of folded clothes, looked for a moment at the TV screen, then gave a snort and started putting the clothes away. I pushed the bedclothes aside, came up behind her as she stood at the wardrobe. I put my arms around her, rubbing her round tummy then cupping those plump breasts through her night shirt. ‘Morning, lover,’ I said nuzzling her neck and wedging my hard on against her hefty butt.
‘Mmmmm,’ she replied, tilting her head to one side so I could kiss down her neck. She leant forward a little, put the armful of clothes on top of the drawers and braced her hands on them. Bent forward like this, her braless tits hung down heavily and her big cushiony butt pressed back against my cock. I squeezed her breasts then, sucking on an ear lobe, gently tweaked the nipples. ‘Don’t Mick,’ she said a little breathlessly. ‘You know I don’t like fooling round in the morning.’ I knew no such thing and the hardening nubs made a liar of her, not to mention the slight grinding motion as she pushed back on my cock.
I let go of her breasts and, continuing to nuzzle her neck, tugged up the back of her shirt, revealing the stretched elastic of her white panties bisecting that tattoo of a cute little devil. That tattoo and its companion, an angel just above the bikini line on her front, had caught my eye that day at the pool when we first met. I hitched a couple of fingers in the sides of her panties, and worked them down to her knees. ‘Stop Mick,’ she whined. I cupped her breasts again and snuggled my boner into the warm fleshy cleft between her buttocks. For a couple of minutes I rubbed my cock against her, kissed and nipped her neck, massaged her tits. To the side I heard the final moments of the video and the click as it automatically shut off. All the while Soula was saying stop, she wasn’t interested, she had to be going soon, and so on. But she didn’t push me away.
I stepped back and went round to the other side of the bed. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked, looking over her shoulder as I opened in the drawer of the beside table.
‘Getting vaseline,’ I said, holding up the jar for her to see. God she was a horny sight – her big creamy olive butt pushed out, a good tuft of her very hairy puss showing between her thighs, those strong legs taut and smooth, her dark mane tussled, those big brown eyes and fat pouting lips.
‘No Mick,’ she whined. But she didn’t move as I walked back. I pulled her panties to the floor and, still bent forward at the waist, she stepped out of them. I nudged her ankles with one foot and she readily moved them apart. I knelt behind her, put a hand on each cheek and pulled them wide. There was that beautiful little pucker, all purple and creased, surrounded by wisps of dark damp curls. I had admired it several times in the past weeks and now I planned to get properly acquainted. I could smell a bit of arse pong over the sex from last night and the hint of her current arousal.
‘You want me to lick you first?’ I asked between kisses on each moon.
‘Don’t Mick,’ she whined. ‘It’s really dirty.’ I took a long swipe down her crack, tasting the salty sweat there, then wriggled the tip of my tongue right in the middle of her prune. She took in a sharp breath and, as I continued to stab and suck at the clenched muscle, began to breathe heavily. I was squeezing and massaging those cheeks, my fingers sinking deep into the pliant flesh. With a bit of spit I worked my tongue through her sphincter. She couldn’t suppress a small moan and as I reamed her, stretching that anus and probing deeper. She pushed back a little going oh oh oh. I worked my tongue in as deep as I could, feeling her internal heat and tasting the rankness of her rectum. ‘Doooonnn’t,’ she moaned, clenching her sphincter and forcing my tongue back. Just as only the tip was still in her she relaxed and let me wriggle it in deep again before gasping ‘No, it’s dirty!’ and clenching again. And so we played – tongue in, pushed out, tongue in. I guess we could have done it for long minutes, but my hard on was persistent.
I picked up the jar from the floor and dabbed vaseline round her hole making it glisten. ‘No Mick,’ she said, then ‘Don’t!’ as I pushed a dollop through into her rectum.
I stood and slowly smeared lube over my cock. ‘Don’t put it in my bum,’ begged Soula. ‘I don’t like it.’ I fitted the greasy knob of my cock against her glistening pucker. ‘Especially in the morning,’ she whined. I reached up under her shirt and grabbed hold of her heavy dugs, the broad nipples pebbly hard against my palms. ‘And your penis is much too big for me,’ she added in a thrilled whisper. I pressed forward and felt her ring quickly yield as she bore back. My cock slid easily into her hot rectum. ‘Ow, ow, ow,’ she whined. I paused halfway to give her a chance to adjust but she pushed herself back till my thighs were against hers. ‘Too big, too big,’ she panted, rocking slowly back and forth so the last two inches of my cock, the widest part, worked her sphincter. ‘Oh, oh, oh … ow, ow, ow,’ she grunted as she slowly corkscrewed on my dong. I took over the fucking and ploughed her with long steady thrusts. ‘Stop Mick, you’re killing me!’ she groaned.
I gave her a dozen hard jabs, lifting her forward on her toes each time, making her moan deep. I was working her tits more roughly, digging my fingers deep into the soft flesh, pinching the hard nubs. I paused and she went back to fucking her arse on the base of my cock saying ow ow ow in a kind of mantra. I bent down, pushed aside her hair, and bit her sweaty neck. She hung her head and moaned, pushing hard back against my cock. I pinched her nipples hard and she bucked back again. I pulled out til just the head of my dick was still in her. ‘You want me to stop?’
‘Just do it quick, honey,’ she panted, her anus rhythmically clenching and unclenching around my glans. ‘Get it over with.’ I gave her a long steady thrust, burying my cock in her hot gut. ‘No more! No more! You’re killing me,’ she gasped, but at the same time arching her back a little so that she could take my cock even deeper. I kept up the long thrusting. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ she blurted like she does when she’s approaching orgasm.
‘Do you want me to cum in your arse,’ I panted, tweaking those nipples again. She’s got such an oral fetish that I was hoping she’d take the load in her mouth.
‘Oh, fuck yeah, honey,’ she grunted back. No worries, I thought. We can do the arse to mouth another time.
‘OK, baby’ I grunted. ‘But I’m going to have to fuck you really hard. Do you think you can take it?’ I began to really pound into her.
‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,’ she whined, her voice getting higher. ‘Fuck meeeeee!’ Her sphincter clamped hard round my cock and she began to quiver as her orgasm hit. ‘Ooooooooohhhhh,’ she moaned, head down and hair swaying. I had to jab hard to get through the spasming muscle and Soula started tossing her head from side to side going ‘Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit!’ as I humped her.
Her legs were quivering as her orgasm rolled on and my arms around her were now almost supporting her full weight. I was close and slammed into her even harder. ‘Yaaaaaggghh!’ I grunted as the jism burst out and coated her bowels. I was dimly aware of her moaning in return. ‘Yaaarrrggg!’ I grunted again giving her rectum another spray.
I hugged her tight, catching my breath. She turned her head back and we kissed long, her tongue sweet in my mouth. I eased my cock out of her butt, then took a couple of steps backwards and fell onto the bed. My cock had a couple of pale streaks of shit and several strands of semen. Soula stood, pulled her shirt, wet on the back with my sweat, over her head and knelt beside me. ‘God you’re a nasty man,’ she said as she used her undies to clean my cock. She finished and gave it a lick and a kiss before tossing the t-shirt aside and lying along side me, her splotched breasts puddling on her chest, her round tummy still heaving a little. I rolled on my side and kissed her, letting her suck on my tongue.
‘You really savaged my titties,’ she complained with a smile. ‘Even worse than last night.’
‘Let me kiss them better,’ I said and she made a pouty face and held her hands under them for me. I very gently kissed the red marks and raspberry nipples while she said ooh and aah and that’s better. They were all soft after her orgasm, quite a different texture to before. I trailed my tongue up her chest and neck and we had another lingering kiss.
‘And my butt feels like you could park a truck in it!’ she said giving me a big eyed, accusing look.
‘You want me to kiss it better, too?’
‘Well, maybe,’ she said, eyes sparkling. ‘But first,’ she said reaching across me for the remote control, ‘Let’s just watch that part where they do a 69.’