Oil Wrestling

The fence in the backyard was high enough that neither Rory or Alex had much concern that the neighbors would spy them as they inflated the kiddy pool in the nude. The sun was an orange ball on the horizon as Alex lit the tiki torches. Rory busied herself pouring in the last gallon of canola oil, and Alex admired her broad backside, the little hint of her labia that poked out between her thighs.

There was a time, not long ago, when the thought of a naked woman in his backyard would just be the stuff of adolescent wet dreams. It still didn't feel real, sometimes, to have a woman in his life that was so sexual, so free...but when she looked at him, Rory's smile was what caught his attention, not her breasts, not even her freshly-shaved pussy.

She had asked Alex to shave too. Why, he hadn't known, but it was a trivial request. Now as his naked balls slid against his thighs, Alex though he understood why. Rory had a plan.

"Remember any of your high school wrestling?" She asked, as they both stepped into the pool. The slippery vegetable oil was nearly ankle-deep.

"I know a few moves," he said.

"Then let's see if you can throw me," she shot back...and launched herself toward him. Almost immediately, she slipped in the oil. Alex swatted aside her arms and grabbed at her head; a headlock would be a swift end to the match, but he figured she would enjoy being "pinned" later.

Of course, what Alex didn't count on was Rory's determination. As one gripped his right arm, the other came up between his legs. Alex's eyes bulged as he felt her smear oil over his shaven-smooth balls...and then his taint...and then two fingers rubbed canola oil into his asshole...

Distracted as he was, Alex wasn't ready when Rory suddenly stood and shifted her hips. His feet left the bottom of the pool for a moment...and then he was down on his side, and Rory was on him.

Soft, oiled tits smothered his face as the two naked lovers attempted to grapple. His hands slid off her plush buttocks. Her legs locked on his, so that his erection pressed into her thigh. They rolled and splashed, as each strove for a better hold...but oiled up as they were, it was difficult for either to gain an advantage. Even with his advantage in upper body strength, Alex found it difficult to exert that strength when she could just slip out of his grasp.

Finally, Alex managed to get onto his hands and knees...and Rory threw herself on his back, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other gripped about his hard prick. She couldn't get a particularly good grip on it, because there was too much oil. Not that Alex much cared. Her palm was warm, and slid up and down his shaft, until the base of Rory's thumb rubbed against the flared base of his helmet.

"What would you do if somebody else tried to wrestle me away?" She asked as she jerked his prick.

In answer, Alex twisted his hips and slipped out of her grip. His hands grabbed Rory beneath the armpits and he spun her around so that she landed with a great splash on her back...and just to make sure, her settled astride her waist, his stiff prick aimed between her small breasts, and his knees pinned her arms to her side.

"I wouldn't let anyone wrestle you away from me," Alex said, and meant every word. in the light of the torches, he could see an odd look on her face. Not quite a smile. More like...satisfaction. As if he had said the right thing.

"Your cock probably tastes like canola oil," Rory said, her voice husky. "And I don't need the calories. But my pussy is oiled up, and ready..."

"Latex condoms aren't good with oil," he reminded her. "And you said you were off your birth control."

"Oh damn, you're right," Rory's smile grew a little wider. "I guess that just means you'll have to fuck me in the ass."

Now it was Alex's turn to smile. With a butt as big and beautiful as Rory's, he would have been mad not to consider what it would feel like to stick his dick into her hot little hole. But, it wasn't worth spoiling their relationship. Anal sex could be painful, not every woman had experience with it or liked it..and, of course, the porn depictions of women moaning as if it was the key sexual experience of their life whenever some big-dicked bastard pounded their ass into hamburger were actors.

So they worked together. On their sides, still soaked in olive oil so there was no lack of lube. Rory had cleaned herself out earlier, so Alex only had to rub his own greased-up prick-head between those soft, meaty cheeks to find her little entrance...and he felt her shiver as the tip of his dick actually touched her sphincter.

"We can stop. It's okay," Alex said, and he meant it.

"No. I want to do this," Rory took a deep breath. "There's no one else I want to fuck my ass but you."

It's hard to get more romantic dirty talk than that.

She gripped his hand as he pressed forward. Their fingers interlocked, she squeezed his hand and her eyes as the tip of his cock pushed past her well-lubed entrance...and then he was in her. Her chest heaved and her eyes opened a little.

"It's...different. Like I have to go to the bathroom, but I don't. It doesn't...doesn't hurt like I thought it would. You can go a little deeper."

So he did. Just a little at a time, as their skin glistened with oil. Alex's free hand reached around to find her clit....and she leaned against him and moaned. As the pads on his fingers slipped and rubbed against her clit. They moved together. Rory with her free hand on his leg, as the chill of the night began to settle in, and the smoke of the tiki torches burned down. As Alex and Rory grew more bold, so that he could fit all of himself inside of her once-virgin little hole.

Then as he ground her little clit, she let him pump himself into her ass. She shook and shivered and moaned, and said: "It burns...it burns...but it's...good...oh fuck...fuck...keep fucking my ass..."

It was his finger on her clit that finally made Rory bite her lip and stifle a scream...and it wasn't more than a minute later, as her body contracted in its climax, that Alex pumped his first hot load into her poor aching asshole. So they sat there, each in a struggle for breath, utterly entwined.

"This is going to be one hell of a mess to clean up," Rory said.

"Hmm-hmm," Alex hummed in agreement.

"Next time, I think we won't use so much oil. Just...a tube of lube and the bed. Maybe some towels," Rory said.

"Next time?" Alex said.

"Of course!" she answered playfully. "I mean, you only pinned me once! We have to do the best two out of three, at least..."

Alex laughed. There was no way he could say no to that.