We were tipsy in the taxi, but mostly d*unk on desire; our tongues tussling and hands roaming, eagerly seeking out vulnerabilities in each other's clothing, our cold hands bringing little gasps as they found flesh.
My hand slid its way up your thigh, expecting to find your panties making a brave last stand, but instead encountering no resistance and finding only a moist mound, your pussy so sopping wet that my fingers glided straight in, your soft moan alerting the driver that he might be in for a show. I curl my two fingers inside and up, my thumb completing the pincer movement and flanking attack, bearing down on your clit so as to massage you between the tips of my fingers and thumb. Kissing you deeply to hide your sharp intakes of breath, nevertheless you spy the driver keeping watch out of the corner of your eye and give in to your exhibitionist streak. You widen your legs a touch, allowing me to probe deeper, and pull me closer with one hand, the other clamping your breast, kneading the nipple as I build the rhythm between your legs, thumb rotating in double time with my fingers, still delving inside, seeking out that elusive g-spot. His eyes widen in unison with your legs, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the knowledge that you're turning him on turning you on even more.
Feeling the excitement inexorably rising, afraid of screaming out, you reach down and extract my hand from between your legs, bringing the fingers to your mouth to suck on them and taste your juices. Like lovers sharing a delectable dessert, our tongues run up and down my sticky fingers, savouring the taste of you before sharing saliva once more, now an irresistible and creamy cocktail of our bodily fluids. But I am not to be denied, my hand makes it way back between your legs and you offer up the most symbolic and ineffectual resistance before giving in and relinquishing yourself to your fate; my fingers and thumb driving back and forth, back and forth ever faster, your breath quickening to match their pace until you can't keep the silence any more. Biting your lip and clenching your legs together you emit little squeaks as your legs start to shake and the orgasm takes over your body. I keep my fingers where they are, but soften them, my thumb now making almost imperceptibly gentle rotations, our lips still glued to each other's and tongues far less frenetic, now just tenderly teasing, a modest puddle soaking the seat beneath your sex.
We arrive at our destination and I pay the chap, an amused glint in his eye as you rearrange your dress and grab your things. At the front door as you fumble for the keys I can't resist sliding my hand back up your skirt and flicking my fingers across your clit, the delicious wetness producing a sloppy sound that causes my trousers to strain at the seams. Forgetting the keys, you put one hand out to steady yourself and reach back with the other to grasp onto my cock, rubbing it furiously before seeking out the zip and setting it free. We meet each other halfway, me rising to meet you, you pushing back and down, and the feeling as I enter you is like static electricity, the tingle running through both our bodies at the same time. Putting hands on the door either side of you I lean in and thrust, the sensitivity from your recent orgasm causing you to exclaim "Ohhh!"
I move one hand to your breast and kiss your neck as I thrust again, forcing you up against the door. Now with a solid purchase to work with, I slide in and out, you shoving yourself back against me, the forcefulness a touch harsh on my balls, but the pain overcome by my need to fuck you, my hand clasping your breast for leverage, my kisses turning to bites as my hunger takes over. A car drives past honking its horn, a group of lads leaning out of the windows leering and cheering at us. Both startled, we look at each other sheepishly and you find the keys and let us in.
As soon as we're inside, we're all over each other again, hands desperately reaching out for each other, your dress ripped off over your head and flung aside, shoes flying with a flick of your feet, nearly knocking a picture off as they bounce off the walls. We go careering down the hallway, chaos following in our wake, until we reach the bedroom, where I toss you onto the bed and dive after you, intent on burying my face between your legs. But you have other ideas - you just want my dick inside you, now - and so your fingers under my chin guide my face up to yours whilst your legs wrapped around my back guide me into you. I stand up to rip my shirt off and you squeeze your legs tightly and dangle there, suspended on my cock, shoulders resting on the bed, arms outstretched, but body arched to give the most perfect view down your front, those beautiful breasts, that sensual tummy and finally your luscious lips wrapped around me.
I place my hands on your hips for support and you start to grind against me, arching your back and working your pelvis so that it feels like my dick is being milked, the muscles in your stomach revealing themselves with each thrust up, your muscles inside squeezing me salaciously. I put one hand under your arse and start to strum your clit with my fingers, all four rubbing so rapidly they start to blur, your moans filling the room, your body bucking against mine like a wild animal. I'm so turned on I can feel the excitement start to take over, so I close my eyes and repeat the mantra "Margaret Thatcher naked, Margaret Thatcher naked" in my head, the horrific vision allowing my excitement to subside for a moment. Your hips hanging from mine, the tip of my dick pressing forcefully against your inner wall, you can feel the pressure building inside you, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge, your hands gripping the bedsheets, your muscles tensing in coordination as your body moves in time with mine, each lift corresponding with one of my thrusts, a perfect harmony building to a crescendo.
Opening my eyes again, I spin you round so you're on all fours, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. I can't wait any longer to taste you, so I plunge my tongue deep inside you and take a slow, languid lap starting at the bottom and working my way all the way up, enjoying every bit of you. You offer up the weakest of protests, disappointed at being denied my dick for even a second, but conceding when the alternative feels so good. I take another, starting at the clit this time, flicking my tongue around the hood before working it lovingly up your labia, this time going past the perineum and darting it quickly into your arsehole like a snake tasting the air. The surprise makes you flinch with a slightly nervous giggle, the hole constricting shut for a second before blossoming again into a beautifully welcoming pucker. Earlier in the night we'd talked about anal play and how you were curious about it, but still undecided. It's time for you to make your mind up.
I take another big long lick of your pussy, ending up at your arse again, and this time my tongue works its way around it in concentric circles, like a predator sizing up its prey. As I feel you relax I probe gently, just the tip teasing inside, waiting for your response which is blissfully positive. Being bolder, I delve deeper, the tip fully inserted now and exploring, your moans telling me it's what you want. I move to get the angle so I can play with your pussy, and three fingers slide in with ease, my tongue now deep inside your arse and working up a circular rhythm, like a dancer spinning, the centrifugal force accelerating them as they focus inwards. You start to shove your arse back into my face and I have to put both hands on your cheeks to make sure you don't break my nose, but I'm there, feasting voraciously, eating your arse like it was the only meal I'd had in months. My tongue is as deep as I can get it, poking it in and out, fingers grabbing your pussy, allowing me to pull you back onto me. The feeling of something inside your arse for the first time, exploring virgin territory, is enough to send you into rapture, a slight light-headedness taking over as your whole body responds to this new stimulus.
Soon you can't take it any more, and you beg me to fuck you - a request I'm all too willing to oblige, pushing your face down onto the bed and grabbing onto your hair before ramming home with conviction, each thrust accompanied by a tug on your hair and a grunt, my inner caveman taking over. My balls slap against your thighs and our flesh collides as the sounds reverberate around the room; our skin clapping, you screaming for me to fuck you harder, me issuing guttural primal noises. The volume goes up a notch as you cum again, your legs quivering and give way, collapsing you onto the bed. I quickly clamber on top of you, barely breaking step, my legs astride yours, forcing them together, making you feel fantastically tight. I wrap your hair around my hand like it was a pair of reins and ride you like I was Paul Revere. Your screams of pleasure push me over the edge, my excitement echoing yours, and as I pull out two tugs is enough for me to blow my load, my cum forming graceful arcs through the air like a bucketful of paint thrown flamboyantly by an avant garde artist (Jackson Bollock perhaps?) at the most pristine canvas, perfect aim splattering it all over your beautiful arsehole, where it sits glistening like a pearl.
Feeling spent I hunch forward, arms either side of you, the end of my cock pressing up against your arsehole. As you feel it throbbing there you decide impulsively you want to feel it inside you, my tongue just the taster that has whetted your appetite. The subtle gyrations of your hips, the gentle nudges against my tip are enough to signal your intent - I don't need to be told twice. Grabbing the shaft and peeling back the foreskin, I use the gleaming head like a paintbrush, bold strokes smearing my cum all around your arse, lining it up for what comes next. Satisfied that you're suitably prepared, I position it at the entrance, allowing you to dictate the pace. Despite having only just blown my wad, I'm rock hard at the prospect of fucking your beautiful arse, my cock still twitching and leaking. You edge back, pressure building, my tip slowly squeezing against you, slick with cum. I hold firm, still not pushing, but allowing you to take your time, gently working your way back millimetre by millimetre. Eventually the moment comes, when your sphincter parts way and accepts me into you, just the tip to start, but it's enough to take your breath away, your hand shooting back to hold my abdomen, preventing me from getting carried away.
I hold position, letting you work it slowly, drawing the tip in and out, not quite reaching the most bulbous part. You put your hand between your legs and play with yourself, feeling so aroused by this new experience. As your fingers work your pussy faster, your muscles start to relax, and before long my head is all the way inside you and you're making your way down the length, your arse embracing my cock fully, enveloping it completely. I can't help but utter moans of delight, the sheer wondrous feelings emanating from my nether regions manifesting themselves audibly.
Normally after cumming I'd be going soft by now, but your beautiful little arse is so tight it's like a natural cockring, and rather than drooping I don't think I've ever been so stiff. You reach the end, balls deep, and by this point you've limbered up and are succumbing to the feeling, brought to new heights by this unprecedented experience. I'm still stationary, poised above you just holding my position while you make as if you're humping the bed, in actual fact working my cock with your tight little arse. My moans are almost pained it feels so good, not far from having tears in my eyes, feeling like a non-believer ready to turn proselyte having come face-to-face with God. The sight of my shaft disappearing between those beautiful cheeks, the little wrinkled folds of skin around the hole kissing the tip as it emerges, only to welcome it back in again makes my balls tingle and my cock twitch.
You slide off me and flip onto your back, raising your legs up in invitation, and holding them together by the ankles with one hand and steadying my aim with the other, I guide my cock into your arse once more, this time able to see the pleasure writ large across your face, that turning me on even more. My cock securely in place, I start to pump, your legs resting up against my shoulder, my arms crossed over them now, holding them to my chest. My rocking movement drives my dick inside, the tightness feeling unbelievably spectacular, our moans coming in unison as my pace starts to build and I pound against you.
You drop your legs to the side, and I grab your hips, all thoughts of delicacy lost as the urges take over, but thankfully you're enjoying it as much as me, one hand rubbing furiously at your clit, the other pinching your nipple. Our voices forming a rough duet, our bodies writhing together, each other's excitement spurring us on and exciting us further, your screams of pleasure, my moans of ecstasy, your beautiful bum engulfing my dick so delightfully, we cum together spectacularly, my jizz exploding inside your arse as your pussy throbs, my balls pulsating as they empty every last drop, your legs spasming and going weak, me collapsing on top of you, both of us a mess, drained physically and emotionally by the immensity of our orgasms, my cock still inside your arse, twitching gently, your pussy still pulsing, slick and wet.
We look each other in the eye, and know - no words are needed. Spent, but spectacularly satisfied, we curl up together and fall asleep in each other's embrace.
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