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I could taste an exciting blend of scented soap and Lynda as I wiggled the tip of my tongue in her asshole. A clean asshole is a wonderful thing to tongue. I know it is called “rimming”, but I don’t “rim”. I tongue fuck. As I moved in and out, Lynda began to wiggle her butt. I dragged the flat of my tongue up and down her crack and penetrated her asshole a couple more times but I had to stop. I was so close to cumming and I did not want it to be on her legs.
Speaking of legs, Lynda’s were long, thin and all the way to her pussy. No fat thighs, just pipe-stems. When I would eat her I could feel the little hairs on the insides of her thighs tickle my ear lobes. She would undress for me as foreplay while wearing high heels, black nylons and a garter belt. No panties. A black bra of beautiful lace. Her nipples would poke through. Easy to suck. When we fucked missionary style she wrapped those beautiful legs around my waist and squeezed hard enough to take my breath away. More about that later.
I could not resist pushing the Vaseline coated middle finger on my right hand slowly into her asshole. On the way out I hooked the top of her rectum and pulled upward. Lynda moaned softly. Her bottom almanbahis rose as I pulled. I pushed back in-slowly. More moaning, followed by ” please… now… fuck me.”
I could not wait any longer. I stood up, lined my penis for insertion and put just the tip into the center of her asshole. Then I took her hands off her cheeks, put both of mine on her upper arms near her shoulders…and pulled her onto my penis. I slid in with some force and hilted my-self in her bottom. What a feeling. Different than being in a pussy. Tight and warm. Like a glove. And what a view, my hard penis in the middle of two beautiful ass cheeks. I had to stop for a few seconds and appreciate the sight. What I would have given for a picture of that to take with me on long sales trips when I would be laying in a motel bed, masturbating and trying to cum. Many times the mental image was enough but this sight was so beautiful.
Lynda moaned, muffled, with her face in the bed. I let her get used to the feeling and then began to stroke. As I moved in and out, I whispered to her, “You are so bad. You just a slut. You let me take your panties off on our first date. I need to punish you, teach you a lesson. Your bottom almanbahis yeni giriş belongs to me now. Take this (as I pushed in). I am going to fill you.” Lynda’s breathing quickened, she wiggled her hips and replied in broken speech, “Yes, oh yes…fuck me…ohhhh (as I hit bottom)…so good, so good.”
When I pulled out, I went far enough so that the head of my penis was crowning. Her asshole is thinner than her inner and outer pussy lips. Moving carefully while crowning allows her asshole to pinch the head ever so slightly. The ring is stretched and can only enlarge so far before it becomes painful. Lynda likes that kind of pain, at least for a while. And so do I. Edging with Lynda is amazing.
Vaseline is the best lube for anal fucking. Some friction to extend the time in a bottom. So greasy. I slowed a little, but her ass hole was so tight my cumming was so close. I knew it was going to happen very soon, so I accelerated. Soft gentle slap, slap, slap sounds. I finally had to it let go so I pushed into her as far as I could and erupted. “Here it is … In your bottom… All for you… Take it. All of it.”
As I climaxed, I fell forward onto her back and covered her. almanbahis giriş She is so thin. I put my arms around her torso and drew her to me. I was welded to her and I wanted to stay there. My warm body covered her like a blanket.
Within a few seconds of me cumming, I felt Lynda’s right hand moving to her pussy. She pushed her hips upward as she reached her target. I could feel her hand moving…faster and faster. Lynda did not waste time edging. In a minute or less she screamed into the bed and shook so hard I almost came out of her bottom. But I held on tight. What a feeling. Her sphincter clasped my penis and milked it.
Lynda’s climaxes were a series of spams, accompanied by “ohmygod…yes…yes.” When she finally stopped rubbing she kept her hand in her pussy for a while. I understood why because I hold my penis after I masturbate until I fall asleep. Her ass was better than my hand but on the road after a day of un-sexy older nurses and administrators my fingers and my mind would put me back in Lynda’s bottom.
Our two completely drained bodies, still attached, moved carefully up into the center of Lynda’s bed and rolled onto my left side. Somehow, I managed to pull the sheet over us. Still coupled, we fell asleep. As she drifted off, Lynda wiggled her bottom back against me and whispered “what a cock. Feels so good. It belongs to me now. No one else.” A great way to start the weekend.
To be continued…
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