1. SOUND ADVICE--Part 3


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 95.6, Source: sexstories.com

    surprised when she straddled me, but I was shocked when she guided me not to her pussy, but to her ass. Sheila grinned wildly as I slid easily into her hole. I understood now why she wanted the time off. “I cleaned myself especially for you and I stretched my muscles using that cucumber which is why we won’t be eating it. I had a lot of trouble finding one that was just right—narrow at one end and thick at the other so I’m all lubed up for you and ready to go.” She moved down to kiss me and, as she did, lowered herself onto my cock which was never harder. Sheila’s pussy was tight, but her ass was like a vise, squeezing and compressing something I had never thought could be so compressed. The sensations were exquisite. Unlike Sheila’s pussy which squeezed my entire cock, fucking her anus was pushing and pulling through a tight doughnut of stubborn muscle. The anus was, I knew, one of the strongest muscles in the human body. I also knew that there were more nerve endings there than in her vagina, by far. Looking up into Sheila’s eyes told me just how much she was enjoying it—just as much as I was. I also learned that she was just as close to a mammoth orgasm as I was. I helped her along by pinching her clit. Doing that threw her over the edge into the abyss. Her body seemed to explode in ecstasy as she tumbled through space. I helped her on her journey by driving myself deeply into her bowel with every thrust, finally filling her with my cream. Her peak was punctuated by a long ...
    unearthly scream that ended only when I covered her mouth with mine and pulled her down to my chest. We lay there together as one, breathing in rhythm until my soft gooey cock slipped from her body. My reverie was interrupted when Sheila whispered, “I didn’t cook anything. I’m sorry.” “I’m not,” I chuckled. “Chinese or pizza?” “Pizza, I think—the usual.” I struggled to reach the phone, hit the number on speed dial, and asked for delivery. Sheila pulled me to the shower once I was done. The water poured over us when she spoke next. “I think you enjoyed my surprise.” “I did, but why put the cucumber back into the refrigerator?” “In case we wanted to use it again.” I was washing her breasts when I explained that I loved it, but I wouldn’t want it every day or even every week. Sheila nodded her agreement as we walked together from the shower. We had loved being in the tiny shower together, but we had discussed our concerns about sharing while she was pregnant. Our new shower was bigger—roomier—and safer, with handrails on the walls. Not only could we wash each other, but the shower was perfect for giving oral or even fucking if Sheila bends over and holds the rail for support. I wouldn’t say we bought the house because of the shower, but it was certainly a major consideration. We didn’t make love that night—the anal had worn us out, but we did enjoy holding each other under the hot spray before climbing arm in arm into our bed. CHAPTER 9 I couldn’t believe my eyes when I went to ...
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