Once a layer of lubricant was thoroughly spread all over my groin, she reached between her legs and applied some of the remainder on her hand to her butthole. I saw her eyes widen fractionally and the cutest little squeak emerge from her lips as she slipped the very end of a slick finger into her pucker. Then she lifted one shapely leg high, and straddled me.
A naked feminine dream was towering over me, her angelic face framed in the cleavage between her glorious breasts. “Are you ready?” she asked.
I nodded emphatically. What could I possibly say that would express how incredibly goddamn ready I was?!
The idiotic glee of my expression must have made it clear, because she chuckled happily, her breasts and cock jiggling with the convulsions of laughter. Then she began to lower herself.
She reached down behind her to take my penis in hand and guide it to the sweet entrance of her poop chute. I grasped her cock in one hand and nestled her balls in the other, fondling them gently. She moaned her approval. Should I tell her that I was partly doing it so that I could lift her genitals out of the way and watch as I entered her? Maybe she would be fine with it… but better not to risk puncturing the moment, I thought.
It took a couple of attempts to get lined up. Lube is designed to be slippery, of course, and that goes in every direction, not just the ones you intend. Besides, an anus isn’t really biologically designed for big thick things to enter it – quite the opposite, in fact.
But where there’s a will, there’s a way. On the third try, my bulbous cock-head nestled into the groove of her café-au-lait pucker. Then Hermy took a deep breath, and pushed down again. I felt the resistance hold, then give way with an almost audible pop, as the sphincter passed the girth of my bell-end and squeezed tightly below it. She continued to press her weight down, and I watched with amazement as my shaft slowly disappeared into her butthole.
I looked up. Her mouth and eyes were wider than I had seen them yet, screaming silently towards the ceiling in rapturous delight. At first, I thought she had orgasmed then and there, but no, she was just revelling in this rare and special sensation. I stared, trying to fix the sight of that glorious expression in my memory forever, just in case cold reality re-manifested and prevented me from ever repeating this wonderful act.
Then she looked down on me, placed her splayed hands – one still quite slippery with the remaining lube – on my bare chest, and began to raise and lower her pelvis in the rhythmic motions of passionate, sensual intercourse.
With her on top, she would have complete control of the pace, and I could understand that. Anal sex, when done wrong, can be very painful – she had to be sure the angle going in was right. The fact that it gave me a great show of the most intimate – literal – lap dance while her sphincter massaged my cock was just a wonderful bonus. For a hole that isn’t biologically designed to take an erect penis into it though, man, it fits so perfectly! It was so tight and snug and warm, it felt like every millimetre of my manhood was being caressed, from the bifurcated tip to the base when she bottomed out, her ballsack coming to rest momentarily on my lower belly.
And in my turn, I returned the favour as best I could, matching her rhythm as I jerked her cock. It was slightly different to masturbating myself – the angle was different, for a start, and I did not have the feeling to guide me either, but I know what makes me horny, and reproduced that for her. The way she throbbed in my fist made it clear that I was doing it right, even if her moans and sighs and occasional exclamations (“Oh yeah!” “Fuck yes!” “Yeah baby, that’s good!”) were not enough.
Every now and then I reached up with my free hand to squeeze one of those glorious breasts, or cup her neck so I could sit up and take a perfect, nub-hard nipple in my mouth, or plant a passionate kiss on those gorgeous, full lips that met mine with hungry eagerness.
Mostly though, I just lay back, my wrist working away while an angel bounced on my cock. Not a bad life, is it?
The only sad thing is that it was over too soon. I felt my orgasm building, and I warned her, “I’m cumming soon.”
“Me too,” she replied. “Jerk my cock faster!”
I picked up the pace, bringing both hands in to give her genitals as much stimulation as possible. She in turn increased the rate and volume of her dirty talk. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Jerk your girl’s big cock. My butthole feels so good, full of your hard penis. We’re gonna come together, baby!”
It was getting me closer and closer. I knew what I wanted, but I was afraid to ruin the moment, so I hesitated, and finally I could put it off no longer. “I’m going to cum inside you, baby!” I almost shouted.
“YES!” she cried back. “CUM in my arse! Fill my arse with your sexy hot spunk!”
It was all the encouragement I needed. I orgasmed like a goddamn volcano, emptying my testes deep into her rectum. I anointed that luscious anus with floods of my precious, warm white seed. As I did, waves of delight rolled over me.
And while my body was still tense, she leaned back, pushing her entire weight down on my geysering cock. “Oh my God, I can feel it!” she cried, her voice a full octave higher than before. “It’s so warm, I’m so full- I’m cumming! AAAAAHHHH!”
Nobody has a pretty orgasm face. Nobody. I guess that in terms of evolution, if your partner hasn’t been convinced of your attractiveness by that point, either it is much too late or it never mattered in the first place. Everybody looks dumb and grimacey when they orgasm.
Except her.
She looked even more heavenly than before. Her eyes were wider than ever, her face flushed prettily, her mouth gaping. Every muscle screamed her ecstasy. A literal angel, of the host of heaven itself, radiant with divinity. Glory hallelujah!
Her ecstasy was so hypnotic that I had forgotten that I was still masturbating her cock, unable to feel her orgasm building. So when she came, it went everywhere. Gobbets spurted up onto her tits and neck, down her toned belly, and also all over my chest and stomach. A drop landed on my cheek, and another on my forehead. As I let go, the phallus oozed a bit more, slowly losing its rigidity, until it came to rest, pooling ejaculate into my navel.
Hermy had been very energetic throughout, building up a sweat that I had tasted when I kissed the smooth skin of her face and her hard, luscious nipples. Even I, mostly lying there, had exercised enough to be breathing heavily. She was gasping, her breasts rising and falling hypnotically as her chest swelled. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it felt like a golden eternity.
Then she looked down at me, and fixed me with her dazzling smile. She planted her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself up. My steadily shrinking penis emerged inch by inch, with an almost audible ‘pop’ at the end and, like an upturned bottle when the cork is removed, a gush of white creamy liquid spurted out. She had moved forward as she lifted, so my semen gushed onto my belly, mixing together in my navel with hers in a small pool of shared ejaculate. The flow slackened quickly, until one last stubborn string of viscous ooze connected her now-closed, gooey pucker to my jizz-coated stomach.