Another hole

I resumed thrusting hard into her now-sloppy pussy. Seeing this vision of beauty in a confection of a wedding dress cumming on my cock was about the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. My manhood showed no sign of softening.

As I looked down to watch my Johnson disappearing and reappearing, I spied her light brown rosebud. If we were going to have an encounter to remember, fucking Michelle’s ass would definitely count. We had never done that before I shipped out, but had talked about it. I knew she was interested in anal sex; I didn’t know if she had done it in the last ten years, but I thought I’d try.

I withdrew from her pussy, and the end of my cock was gooey with cum and girl lube. I ran my fingers through her slit one last time, collecting a large amount of our combined fluids. I wiped it on her anus and pressed my fat head against it. Michelle moaned in surprise. I looked at her in the mirror to get some indication of if she wanted to continue, but her eyes were closed. I took this as tacit approval.

As I pushed against her sphincter, she started exclaiming, “Omigod, omigod, omigod!” The tip snapped into her ass, and I could barely believe she was so tight. With very short gentle strokes, I rocked back and forth inside her butt, only sliding about an inch in and out. In about a dozen thrusts, she was moaning passionately again, so I stepped up my penetration of her nether realm. In about another dozen strokes, I was sliding all the way in and out of her rectum, and she was screaming through another orgasm.

I abandoned gentleness and really began to fuck her ass in earnest. Our thighs slapped together, and she kept shouting in short wordless groans on every thrust in. We continued like this for a couple minutes, Michelle in a constant state of noisy climax and me getting nearer to my own explosion. I delighted in watching her ecstatic visage and bobbing breasts in the mirror.

“Oh, baby. Your ass is amazing. You are so tight and hot down there that I’m going to fill you with cum again,” I said lustily.

“Oh, please! Jesus! Fuck my tight ass! Aaah! Cum inside me! Unh!” she screamed, never opening her eyes.

Her intense tightness and dirty talk had me redlining. Four more hard thrusts and I was screaming myself and pumping hot spunk into Michelle’s rectum. We were both gyrating masses of nerve-endings, extolling our passions.

I finally finished spewing creamy liquid, and I popped my cock out of her sphincter. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her shoulders while we both caught our breath.

After a minute, Michelle said, “Oh, my fucking God! My ass is on fire in such a good way. That was fantastic!” She panted some more. “Matt and I have tried that once, but he was clumsy and it hurt. I didn’t get off on it.”

“Well you certainly got off on it today,” I declared, pride in my voice. She stood up and turned around, embracing and kissing me. Her dress looked to be in only slightly-tousled condition. Her passion was unflagging, but she soon broke the lip-lock and said, “Thank you for great sex and for helping me with my problem. I knew I could count on you. I have a wedding to run now, so I’ve got to go, but could I impose on you for one more service?”

“Sure, what can I do?” I replied, visions of another round of steamy coupling dancing in my head.

“Get a damp wash cloth from the bathroom, please, and wipe off your cum from my legs? I can’t do it properly in the dress.” She winked at me.

I bowed and moved to the bath, ran the water until it was warm, and came back with a well-wrung out washcloth. When I returned, she had already straightened herself up, so she no longer looked just fucked.

Michelle hiked her dress up to give me access, and I knelt in front of her. A small dribble of pearly fluids dribbled out of her pussy. Instead of using the cloth, I licked it instead. She giggled and shivered. I followed the trail up to her cunt and then teased her clit just enough to leave her aroused. Then I finished with the cloth. I told her to turn around, and I cleaned up the discharge from her ass as well. I stood up.

Michelle kissed me again and said, “Thanks again. See you in church!” She turned and left the room, pausing at the door to blow me a kiss.