WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 123: Blowjob(10)

There's nothing like a virgin assfuck, guys, nothing like feeling from the inside as a beautiful woman realizes for the first time how sensual, how erotic, how pleasurable it can be to do something so lewd, nothing like being on the receiving end when she decides to make up for all those dreary years of being a nice girl and a proper woman with one spectacular anal rut. At one point I withdrew until my cockhead was exactly in her anus, and paused there just to feel her sphincter stretched to its max. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked back at me and my cock. "You're driving me crazy," she said. "That was so intense I can't believe it. Is my ass good?"

"Your ass was made for fucking." I plunged into her, dropping on her with all my weight. She yelled and screamed. Into the phone, by the way, which was right by her. I pumped in and out as hard as I could.

Breathily she cried, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

I whispered in her ear, "Suck me off with your asshole."

She arched her back, sticking her ass up at me, and squeezed her rear end as if she wanted to bite my cock off with it. It was my turn to yell.

She pumped her butt up and down in rhythm with me, making us both bounce up and down. The phone went flying off the mattress. I felt like a cowboy fucking the wild mare he was breaking. She brought those long legs together under me to squeeze me tighter, squirming, and now I knew what it was like to buttfuck a mermaid.

"Do it up my ass! Give it to me!" She bent herself back as if she were practicing to be a contortionist, so far her arms were fully extended pushing against the bed and her eyes stared at the ceiling, almost like a

 yoga pose. Analasana. Downward doggie style. I wrapped myself around those gorgeous legs stretching behind me, got a double handful of the luscious tits poking out in front, rammed my cock way up inside her rectum, and spurted my second white load into her superb derriere.

She yelled as if she were the one coming, and yelled again and again with each of my spewing thrusts, groaned as my empty organ continued to grind inside her, squeezed and groaned and writhed when I stopped, soft and exhausted, continuing to beg me for more assfucking, more sperm in her colon; and when my useless organ popped out and I rolled off, she put her hands in her crotch and wiggled until she brought herself to a whimpering orgasm. Maybe her third, but I'd stopped counting a while back.

I awoke late the next morning, but she was still asleep. I washed and dressed, then went down to the lobby. In a women's clothing shop I bought a tight, high-cut miniskirt, a tube top, and sandals. Then I ordered breakfast for two in my room.

She was in the shower when I got back. I put the packages on the toilet seat. Room service brought the food.

"How do I look?" she said when she came out.

"Too good. I want to rip your clothes off."

I didn't have to. The new clothes were off in a second. We had breakfast together au naturel, which she ended by bringing the pancake syrup around to my side of the breakfast cart. She knelt, pulled my robe open, and sucked me hard. Then syrup, which she tongued of my cockhead, mmm-ing repeatedly.

After that it was another session on the bed. All three holes again, per her request. I lost count of the number of times she came— turned out she

 was one of those women who come from anal, which she proved repeatedly— until finally, exhausted, prone, legs spread wide, my stiff cock still stretching her sphincter, she suddenly relaxed. Unconscious or asleep or just totally spaced out, I couldn't tell.

I slipped out of her, still hard, and cleaned up in the shower. When I returned she cuddled up to me in the bed, her hand on my dick. "I feel like I just escaped from prison," she said. "Thank you. Sincerely. I needed something like this."

Eventually her head slid down my stomach and I was once again between her lips. She gave the sweetest blow job any teenage boy could fantasize from his high school crush.

Afterwards she got dressed while I recovered. I saw she was leaving so I got up, kissed her, and fished some hundreds from my wallet.

"No, no. You don't owe me anything."

"It's mad money to get you back home on your own if you need to. The bet he should have made. Will that be enough?"

"Plenty." She smiled down at the wad of green. "And enough left over for a retainer." To my look she added. "For a divorce lawyer. And one more thing you could give me, if you will."

"Name it."

"Your phone number."