I transferred some of the clear gel to my other palm, then wrapped both hands around my lover’s rigid member. For a moment, it felt weird – what was I doing? – and I almost receded a bit into self-consciousness, but then I looked back up to her beautiful face, enhanced by an expression of excited eagerness, and all doubt fled.
She gave a long, deep sigh as the lubricant did its job, my meat-filled fists gliding up and down, applying an even layer from summit to base. A small dollop remained at the very tip, and she dipped her thumb in it to rub around the pucker of my waiting bumhole.
She lined up her shaft. “I am going to go slow,” she said. “Having your rectum stretched out can be painful if you do it wrong. Tell me at once if it is hurting and I will slow down, change the angle, make sure this is as pleasurable for both of us as possible.” She bent down and fixed my lips in a passionate kiss, then rose again. “I think we are going to enjoy this a lot!”
Then she moved forward. Her bulbous cockhead met my sphincter, pressed, and entered. She was inside me! A long, deep moan escaped her lips.
She was only a couple of inches in when she stopped, withdrawing part of the way. Then she pressed forward again, going deeper the second time. She repeated this several times, steadily feeding me her meat as my back passage progressively opened up. Within a couple of minutes she was all the way inside me, her scrotum resting on the curve of my arse.
Then she placed both her hands on my dick, which was standing proud and erect. “I am going to start pumping now, baby. Remember, says so at once if anything feels wrong.”
“It feels amazing, honey,” I replied. “Go right ahead.”
And so she did. She was still going slow, setting up a rhythm which matched that of her hands, moving with deliberate, passionate strokes. I suddenly realized with astonishment: this was not just sordid, lustful buttfucking. She was making love to my rectum. And it was wonderful.
I had not expected this. My only intentions in the offer had been a combination of courtesy in returning the favour, and hope that it would encourage this glorious creature to see me again. I had only hoped that it would not be too uncomfortable, a small price to pay for a chance at such elevated company.
But I did not have to endure – it was joy. Her sultry hips brushing back and forth against my inner thighs. The indescribable warm feeling inside, and a stretching and expanding that made it seem like I could feel every vein and contour of her fairly small but perfect penis. Each entry accompanied by another deep sigh or moan of erotic satisfaction in her gorgeous feminine timbre. Her warm, supple hands on my cock, teasing out the maximum stimulation, playing my organ like a musical instrument to the rhythm of her thrusts. The sight of an unparalleled beauty looming above me, perfect breasts heaving, lips wide in an expression of rapture, perfect smooth skin glistening with just the slightest hint of sweat. Even that added to the experience: at that moment, hers was not a sour stink of stale sweat, but the musky, natural aroma of vigorous womanhood. Every sense – touch, sight, hearing, smell, taste – was filled with the most delightful, erotic sensations imaginable.
Maybe she really is a goddess, I thought. Maybe she lied to me, poured honey in my ear with supernatural effectiveness. Perhaps she really was the god Hermaphrodite, come down from Mount Olympus to mess around and play games with humans, the way they so often did in those old Greek legends. Maybe her divine powers had infiltrated my mind, penetrating as softly and sweetly as her penis was penetrating my anus.
Even if it was so, I still couldn’t bring myself to regret being caught in such a gorgeous trap. Whatever followed this glorious night, be it abandonment by someone who had gotten their rocks off using my body, a genuine connection with a wonderful woman, or the divine retribution of the ancient Greek supreme powers, it would all be worth it for these endless moments of perfect intimacy.
Endless it seemed, in the most wonderful way, because she was taking her time. Our first lovemaking had been frantic, eager, full of the raw animalistic energy of desire. We had both been driven by our visceral, passionate need for each other, and for orgasm.
Now though, it was not about need, it was about want. Hermia moved slowly, so that we could savour every sensation of our deep, intimate coupling. The pleasure of the experience was not just in the pushing towards ejaculation – although that was definitely a part – but also the skin on skin, the sights and smells, the joy of taking every pleasure in the body of another, and in your own body too. By not forcing the pace, we shared equally in the bliss of connection.
It might have been minutes or hours we kept at it, my arse receiving her throbbing rod again and again as her hands caressed my own manhood. Having spent our seed earlier, we did not feel the bodily pressure toward imminent release again yet. However, such stimulation of the genitals must lead somewhere. The body instinctively craves procreation, and rewards us with conscious pleasure so that it can lead there. Slowly, Hermia’s hips and hands began to increase in speed.
“Oh, baby,” she purred, “your arse feels so hot, so tight. My cock loves it so much.”
“And my arse wants your cock, babe,” I found myself replying. “It wants everything you can give it.”
A few more thrusts entered and withdrew, faster each time. It was amazing, but I was starting to feel my muscles protest a little at being stretched in such unaccustomed ways.
“I want…” she said as she pushed forward. “I want… I want…”
“What do you want, my darling,” I asked, even though I knew there could be only one answer. “Tell me what you want!” I heard the intensity of emotion in my voice.
“I want… I want!… I want!…”
“What do you want? What do you want?!” I matched her rhythm, so that we chorused the word “want” as one, a combined growl of lust.
The thrusts grew faster and faster, as our words did too. Soon, we were just repeating “Want! Want! Want!” together, as her fists pumped, her hips pistoned and my anal cavity welcomed her rapid penal invasion.
I was on the brink, and I knew she was too. I pulled her down, devouring her lips with mine as we returned to the intensity of before. “TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!” I shouted.
“I WANT TO CUM IN YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she roared back.
“DO IT!” I growled, grabbing her hips. “Fill my arse with your spunk.”
That pushed her over the edge. With a thrust more powerful than any before, she pushed her cock deep into my anus. I felt it pulsate as it pumped semen deep into my bowels. The warmth seemed to spread as my anal cavity overfilled with sperm, and it squeezed out around her penis. My bumcrack became warm and sticky with the excess.
At the same time, my own cock was spasming, spraying white goo onto her rapidly moving fingers. I felt the orgasmic bliss flow through my body, simultaneously tensing and relaxing every muscle.