Early orgasm successfully thwarted, I guide her head down to my cock. For a moment, I was afraid she might hurt herself, but she did really well. Making only sexy little gulping sounds as she swallowed most of my cock.
Nina took my load into her mouth with class and grace, pulling back and swallowing it all down, continuing to stroke me as she did so. I kissed her passionately as I lay her down. Actually lifting her up from the bed before laying her flat on her back. Placing ankles up onto my shoulders, I got into position. Stroking up against Nina’s pussy, I made her moan.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
That was all I needed to hear. I didn’t fuck her hard at first, though. It was still essential to ease into it and let her adjust to my massive cock moving inside her tight little pussy. I slipped in about a quarter of my full length and moved in her like the tide on the shore. Rolling in and out in a smooth, gentle rhythm. Making sure the top of my shaft rubbed up against both her clit and her g-spot.
Working up to it gradually, I started to fuck her hard. Pounding my cock deep inside her. Nina screaming her joy at every thrust. Her pussy getting even tighter around me, not wanting to let go.
We came at the same time. A sweet shudder trebling through Nina as I blasted my cum deep inside her. I knew I should have worn a condom. She was a virgin, and I had regular tests, but there was still a pregnancy risk. Thought that really wasn’t how I saw it anymore. I’d never really thought about being a dad before. One of many once firm positions Nina was making me reconsider. I knew we would make a beautiful baby.
“Want to try something. It is a bit different, but I think you’ll like it.”
“O-okay,” Nina panted, still recovering from the pounding I just gave her.
I opened the drawer in the drawer in the bedside table and got it out, along with a bottle of lube.
“What the heck is that?” Nina asked.
“It’s called a butt plug, sweetheart. It’s to help with anal sex.”
“Anal sex? You mean you’re going to put it in my—”
“Only the butt plug for now. I will want to fuck you there eventually, but you need to be prepared so it doesn’t hurt. Understood?”
“It hurts?”
“It can if it’s not done right. That’s why we’d do the but plug first with lots of lube. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
“Okay,” Nina said, sounding more excited about the idea.
Lubing up the butt plug, I got Nina onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. Then, gently holding her ass open, I touched the cool, slick tip of the butt plug to her tight, virgin asshole. Sweet Nina moaned and raised as it slipped in inch by inch, though she gave no signs of pain.
“You okay, sweetness?” I asked, delicately stroking her pussy when the plug was in place.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Feels good, right?”
“Oh, fuck yes!” she cried.
I slipped two fingers into her wet little pussy and fingered her to a massive orgasm. The stimulation from the butt plug intensifying the pleasure. Though I still had other tricks up my sleeve.
“You know, this is a special kind of butt plug.”
“I-it is?”
“Would like to see what else it can do.”
“Yes!”
At her word of command, I engaged the vibrator function, sending my young lover to a new dimension of ecstasy. I held her hand and stroked her hair as she came more than ever before. When she’d hit her final peak, I switched off the toy and very carefully withdrew it from her. Nina’s asshole stayed stretched open long after.
“This is how anal can feel good,” I said, tracing the outside of her stretched out asshole with my finger, “the giver still needs to be very careful, and there can never be too much lube, but it is vital that the receiver is properly stretched.”
“Yes, sir.”
The spank wasn’t hard but enough to make a sound — Nina’s yelp a combination of pleasure and pain.
“What have I said about calling me sir? I’m not a knight or your overlord.”
“Sorry, Chad.”
“That’s better,” I said, stroking the assailed area.***
I thought they were going to knock the door down. The knocks loud enough to wake the dead. I rolled out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans on the way to answer the door. I recognized him immediately. He was certainly in the news enough. He looked like Colonel Sanders with even worse fashion sense — his headgear the very epitome of all hat, no cattle.
“I know she’s here,” Dunn said, “the grunts at the garage told me where you were. I must say, I’m surprised she would go with such a brute. Particularly when she has a man like Arthur, a proper suitor who doesn’t have to get his hands dirty.”