He sighed, taking in the sensation of being stroked, “we need (GULP) to loosen my hole up…so I’m not so tight when you fuck me.”
“That’s right, and we’re going to open you up nice and slow, because we want you to enjoy it, don’t we?”
“Yes, sir…nice and slow.”
I learned forward and applied my warm tongue to his burgeoning anus. I buried my face in the heat between his fleshy cheeks, an experience I enjoyed last time and had been yearning to repeat all night.
Scott pushed into me and I smothered myself in him, my tongue finding its way into his sphincter. He moaned into the carpet. Scott loved being rimmed, that much I knew. The heat of him was amazing. His buns were hot on my face from the spankings I’d given them. His hole was sizzling as I pushed my tongue in, forcing it in the way I’d forced it down his throat.
I could hear Scott’s moans of satisfaction. I reached forward and gave his cock a slap to test its hardness. “UMF,” he said.
As I suspected, his iron hardon barely moved at all, so powerful was his excitement at that moment. “Ohh…” he said as I pleasured his hole, “oh yes, God yes…”
I tapped his thigh and obediently he started to sway. The walls of his cheeks slapped against my face. His hole was dilated and accepting of my tongue. He began to moan harder for I was sliding in and out as he moved, his blushing cheeks red hot against me.
My face was moist with sweat from his heat, wet with oil from his body. He went back and forth against me in wonderful, sloppy movements until I tapped his thigh once more, commanding him to stop.
I pushed my tongue in even deeper, pressing hard into his secret opening. I squeezed his cheeks together around me like sleak, spongy cushions, suffocating myself between them.
After a few amazing minutes I pulled out, feeling dazed and lightheaded. It was time to go in deeper still. His hole was far too demanding. It needed more exploration than what my tongue could give it.
With one big paw, I pressed into one of his sore cheeks like dough. He sucked in his breath. “Ah, easy…easy, please.”
I reached in, trailing the shape of his quarter-sized anus with the tip of my finger and tickling lightly. A strange combination of pain and laughter came from Scott as his buns began to jolt and dance around it. I knew how ticklish he was there.
“Ha ha, please, ha, ha, OOF, please, sir, please don’t tickle my hole (GULP).”
I liked watching his backside wiggle around uncomfortably, “Just want to bring a smile to your face, Scott, that’s all.”
My finger continued to tease his sensitive flesh until he was again begging me to stop.
I reached down and gave his raging hardon a squeeze. I could feel his heartbeat thundering in it. “Okay, Scott, here we go.”
I slid my finger into him, nice and slow this time but all the way up, almost to my knuckle.
I watched his belly expand beneath him as I slid in the second digit with no trouble. His cock was flexing and oozing from the attention his anus was getting.
“Very good, Scott, just keep breathing. Here comes another one, okay?”
He felt me put a third finger to his anus. “Wait, wait,” his head rose from the carpet and he tried to look back in his blindness. His face conflicted. “I’m sorry, sir, please just…”
I stopped what I was doing and drew my fingers out of him. I reached forward and tapped his shoulder, “sit up, Scott…” He lifted his head from the carpet and I leaned him back against me. I wrapped my sleeved arm around his oily belly.
I clasped his hand in mine and drew up one of his fingers. “Nice and slow, Scott, like I said. You guide me this time.”
I felt his belly rising and falling beneath my arm. He swallowed. “Yes, sir.” Our hands moved together. His with one finger atop two of mine. I let him take charge, positioning them against his waiting hole.
In we went. He accepted it with little resistance, though we were plugging him up pretty good. I felt him spasm and he made an uncomfortable, “UNK” sound.
“Easy, Scott…easy, boy,” I whispered in his ear, “nice and slow.”
We moved together inside him, our well-oiled fingers sliding in and out with no friction or difficulty.
I watched his face carefully. Watched his mouth relax and go slightly ajar as he began to enjoy the sensation.
Before long he could not stop moaning. He was reaching porn-star levels again as he had on Wednesday. His penis clenching with a mind of its own. Our fingers moved in him as one thick digit.
“There we go, Scott, I knew you’d enjoy it. Now one more, okay?”
He was already so deep in the throngs of pleasure he barely had time to protest. I took control now.
He bared his teeth in discomfort as I drew our fingers out of him. I positioned his hand so that it was now two fingers pressed against two, back to back.
“Wait,” he gasped, but there was no apprehension in his voice this time, only a husky desire for more. I waited just the same. Waited for him to guide our hands back to his pulsating secret mouth.
“Push out, Scott,” I said, patting his stomach. “Make your tummy good and tight. Pushing will make them go in easier.”
His stomach muscles went taut beneath my arm. He set his jaw tight. He groaned as all four fingers entered him. Even greased up with all that oil he felt very tight and I knew it was a challenge.
I saw his face going red. “Push your ass back, spread your legs a little more.” He did as I asked, pushing his buns against my stomach as we forced our fingers in deeper.
His face clenched up. “RRRF,” he protested. I saw his cock droop a bit. His moans now had the tone of a whimper within them. He thrust his hips forward and backward as I supported him, sliding up and down the thick pole made from our fingers. He gasped and hissed in his breath.
He spasmed desperately. I saw another tear run down from beneath the blindfold.
“Keep pushing, Scott, keep your stomach muscles tight. Let’s let you get used to the size okay? In and out, nice and slow.”
He moved his thighs, sliding up and down the thickness that impaled him.
After a while I took charge again. I started moving our fingers in and out as we fucked his ass together. I saw him tense up and grit his teeth as the probing grew faster. In time though, his sounds of discomfort became agreeable, crescendoing into “ah…ah…ah,” as he rode on top of me.
Gently as I could, I worked our fingers out of him. We’d gotten them up there pretty far. It was a perfect time to substitute them for my cock.
His hole spasmed and winked after being plugged up so tightly. His legs almost buckled as I helped him to his feet.
“You ready for this, Scott?” I asked. I positioned his hands against the opposite wall and spread his legs wide like an arrestee.
“Yes, sir.”
“Legs wider, and stick out your ass so I can see your tight, red sphincter…all the way out.”
“Yes, sir.” Scott stuck his ass out as far as he could. His beautiful man pussy trembled, clearly fearing I might give him another spanking.
I let him wait there, spread-eagled, hole winking, bubble buns quivering as I peeled off my green sweatshirt. I slid out of my tennis shoes and undid my belt. I pushed my jeans to the floor.