On wobbly legs, I stood and turned around to face the back of the sofa. He held Stallion in place while I straddled the massive shaft. Stallion was too thick and deeply veined to take all at once. I pushed the tip inside me, then stopped to allow my muscles to stretch around its girth. My essence dripped around the shaft, coating the latex to make it easier to slide in another inch. Leaning over, I kissed his lips as my pussy slid down another inch of Stallion’s shaft.
Slowly, I moved up and down the shaft as I gripped the back of the sofa. Closing my eyes, I moaned as the hard veins caressed the walls of my pussy. Okay, so I’d used Stallion. A lot. It was because of the way it massaged my pussy like a pair of fingers. Its tip hit my G-spot like a dart piercing a bull’s-eye. And when I would cum, it was so hard that I almost passed out. Jason’s lips on my thigh only heightened my arousal. He continued to hold Stallion steady as I bobbed up and down on the shaft.
“You like that, huh?”
I moaned in reply. He spanked me. The flesh on my ass stung but it didn’t make me stop. Instead, I bobbed faster. The sofa shook beneath my thrusts. My head rolled back. He smacked my ass again. My walls contracted and I came again. When he removed his hot hand from my ass, my skin immediately felt cool. I slowed down. Opening my eyes, I snuck a peek at him. He was coating Panther with the lube. My breath caught in my throat. I thought I was done but, suddenly, his fingers were on my anal opening. Caressing and teasing the tight flesh.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
I never told him that was a secret fantasy of mine: double penetration. My body trembled in anticipation as he kissed my shoulder. He released Stallion’s base to concentrate on what he was going to do behind me. My eagerness caused me to flinch when he touched my shoulder blade. My pussy tightened around Stallion. I reached between my legs and stroked my clit. The nub had softened but my fingers worked my clit into a hard peak.
“Lean forward.”
I did. The tip of Panther’s shaft pushed into my opening. I gasped, gripped the back of the sofa so tightly with my free hand that I was afraid it was going to tear off in my hands. The swipe of his tongue against the sensitive skin of my anus caused my nipples to harden. I released my clit to hold Stallion in place. I’d used Panther in my backdoor area once before. My muscles relaxed to allow the pink vibrator access.
Jason worked my back door with Panther as I fucked Stallion. Both shafts tapped all of my pleasure centers at once. Panting, I fucked them as if my life depended on it. He didn’t know it, but Jason had just opened a can of worms. With his free hand, he spanked my ass.
“Ride it,” he breathed. “Ride that shit!”
My tits shook. My ass shook. When I reached for his cock, which was now sticking out of the fly of his boxer briefs, he knocked my hand away. Before I knew it, I had cum again, and again. When I was certain that I was going to pass out from the pleasure, the orgasms stopped. He removed Panther so that I could climb off Stallion. I collapsed on the sofa, trying to catch my breath as he went to the bathroom to wash them off.
“Mercy . . .” I sighed.
Every inch of my body ached. My throat was raw from screaming. My pussy was sore but when Jason returned, I knew that I’d be ready to go again. He set the bag on the coffee table before climbing behind me and wrapping his arms around me. I exhaled when he kissed my temple. His erection pressed into my hip. He had to be going crazy but he never let on.
“I was going to throw them away,” I tell him. “I mean, after I used them one last time.”
“And now?”
I twisted around in his arms and kissed him. The whiskers of his five o’cloc
k shadow tickled my chin. I worked the waistband of his briefs down his hips to free his cock. He groaned as I stroked his length. I loved the warmth of his cock. The pulsating vein that ran down the side. While I preferred him to plastic, I thought I’d keep Stallion and Panther around for a little while longer. Releasing his lips, I dipped my head to wrap my mouth around his cock.
A LUSTFUL GIFT TO THEE
She lies upon a tangled rug of red cloth
late stoned nights
lost in dark moments of sensual sound
his words seem unreal
“Touch yourself”
he whispers, watching
“Feel your hand, your fingers”
he senses the smoothness of her skin
as her fingers slide upon her body
caress the curve of her breast
“Look at me, this man who hungers for you.”