Anilingus and autofellatio, a winning combination

Gasping with lust and nodding her head at you, Rachel takes a deep breath that draws your attention back beyond her oil-coated bung, glistening wet pussy and rock-hard cock to the generous swell of her huge tits as they glisten in the sunshine thanks to all that oil that you’ve lovingly rubbed into them. Her slingshot-bikini now lies on the ground next to the lounger, on top of your discarded Speedos, leaving the both of you completely naked save for the high heels that Rachel’s got on.

“I think I’m going to want to see this,” you comment with a grin as you get back up on your feet to get a better view of things as Rachel starts raising her legs into the air while wrapping her fingers round the edge of the lounger. She meets your gaze and flashes you a smile of her own before relaxing her jaw several times over in preparation of what is to come. Then, she releases a hiss of discomfort and parts her legs while letting go of the lounger with her right hand. You’ve recognized the problem though, and quickly reach in to gently push her balls up above her thighs.

“Thanks,” Rachel smiles at you sweetly while you keep her balls in place as she closes her thighs again, locking them around your wrist.

“Don’t mention it,” you reply, gently fondling her balls to make her gasp again, although your actions don’t stop her from pushing her knees they’re rubbing against the outside of her huge boobs, which have spilled to her sides thanks to her prone stance.

“That feels really, really good…” Rachel says of your fondling of her testes, and it’s a little odd to see her own cockhead almost brushing against her chin while she smiles at you.

“I’m going to have to stop though,” you tell her, and she moans again when you begin to wiggle your wrist and hand out from between her thighs, allowing her to clamp her thighs even closer together.

“Hmm, I forgot to oil this up…” you say, enjoying how Rachel tenses up as you run your fingers over her bald little slit and focus for a brief moment on her clit.

“Hey, save some oil for me, mister!” Rachel cries out, her voice happy and excited thanks to your handling of her gorgeous little pussy.

“I hope you bought another bottle,” you smile at Rachel over her knees, and she returns the favour with one of her own, her cockhead now smearing precum onto her chin due to how she’s bending her legs and back on the lounger.
Rachel giggles, then falls silent and sends you a horny glance while the shaft of her cock continues to sink into her deep, narrow cleavage, after which she lunges forwards with her head as best she can in her current position and manages to get her lips onto her cockhead, immediately releasing a horny whimper as she starts slowly engulfing the grown of her cock while you watch, utterly fascinated by what you’re seeing. You watch for several moments more how Rachel’s cock is slowly slipping past her lips, until you finally remember about your own duties and drop down onto your knees at the bottom of the lounger. While this means that you can no longer admire Rachel performing auto-fellatio, it also means that you get to admire how the size and shape of her full, luscious ass is highlighted thanks to her stance, with your gaze feasting upon her exposed pussy and the way in which her oiled-up little bunghole is glistening right at you.

Up ahead, you can hear Rachel letting out muffled moans, and though you can no longer see her trying to take her cock inside her mouth, you are able to see her jerking and wiggling as she tries to bend her back even further. Eager to help out, you lean in over the bottom of the lounger and place your hands against the small of her back, pressing it upwards and forwards to make those muffled moans sound much happier as Rachel is no doubt able to take another inch or two of her own cock past her lips. You, meanwhile, have locked eyes upon your target and dive in, whatever inhibitions you might once have had about this sort of thing having long since been lost as you eagerly roll out your tongue and let it brush against Rachel’s asshole, giving you that first taste of coconut that has you wanting much, much more.
Again, Rachel’s producing aroused moans around her cock as you run your tongue up and down her asscrack before focusing on her anus, your hands still supporting her curled-up position while you greedily lick up the coconut oil on and directly around her asshole.

Over the next few minutes, Rachel rolls tighter and tighter together on top of the lounger, with you helping her out and following after her until you’ve got one knee on top of it as you lean in to keep licking Rachel’s bubble butt as it’s now pointing almost straight up into the air, her arousal being such that on those occasions when you’ve let your tongue wander forwards away from her asshole into the narrow gap between her thighs, you’ve immediately found yourself lapping up the juices flowing out of her pink snatch.
Taking a brief break from your attending to Rachel’s backdoor, you sneak a peak round her bent legs of her face being mashed against her tits as gravity has pulled them downwards onto her cheeks, leaving her face buried in her cleavage while a good three fourths of her dick has made it past her lips. Happily failing to resist the temptation of reaching in and wrapping your hand round the very base of her cock as it appears in the narrow gap left between her balls and the underside of her boobs.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker, honey,” you tell her as your thumb and index finger meet round the base of her cock and the rest of your fingers are used by you to stroke her ballsack, a wide grin on your face that she can’t possibly see thanks to her breasts being in the way. Her cock is throbbing as another telltale sign – along with her pussy juicing and her muffled moaning around her cock – that Rachel is getting very, very close to cumming.
“Rachel,” you carry on speaking in the same filthy, loving tone of voice as your hand retreats from her balls, “you’re going to cum in your own mouth.”
Having made that announcement, you return to licking your girlfriend’s sweet, sexy ass, tonguing it greedily and manoeuvring the tip of your wet muscle past her sphincter whilst helping her back down towards the lounger, making her cock come sliding out over her mouth until you steal a quick glance to ensure that only the head remains locked past her lips. Now that you’ve ensured that Rachel can pop her own cockhead out of her mouth should she need to, you once more start lapping at and licking her bunghole, from which you’ve already removed the last of the coconut oil long ago.

Then, just as Rachel starts tensing up and her blocked moans and groans reach a natural crescendo, you slide upwards and snake your tongue into her pussy, allowing you to taste the juices gushing out of her as she cums, and you lift your gaze to see her balls and the shaft of her cock throbbing and twitching as she pumps yet after yet of cum into her mouth until a thin tendril of it start forming in the right corner of her mouth, lazily making its way across her cheek towards her ear.

“Fuck, John…” Rachel sighs, sounding completely exhausted, as you eventually pull your lips away from her sex and help ease her ass back onto the lounger, her softening cock flopping down onto her belly.

“You were great, honey,” you offer Rachel a loving smile as you step in closer and plant a tender kiss on top of her head.

“T-thanks,” Rachel gasps, stroking the outside of your thigh while taking in ragged breaths of air, “I think I need a drink…”

“Still thirsty, eh?” You can’t help but tease her, and she realizes a tired chuckle and shakes her head at your comment.

“A real one, actually…”

“Okay, you just lie here and your waiter will fix you something tasty,” Kissing Rachel’s head again, you wait to allow her get herself up in a seated position and plant a soft kiss on the side of your stomach before turning around and heading for the kitchen, throwing a glance over your shoulder when you reach the French windows to see the woman you love reclining on the lounger, having picked up her shades and put them on while her lips have formed a satisfied little smile.

Before heading to the fridge, you pick out two wide-rimmed martini glasses and place them on the counter, forming a satisfied little smile all of your own as you pick out one of Rachel’s latest purchases from the fridge and pour the contents of the carton into the two glasses.
“Aw, why the hell not?” You grin as an idea hits you, and you search the kitchen cabinets until you find what you’re looking for: a circular drinks tray that have never really seen much use from you. Placing the glasses on the tray, you fold a towel over your arm and head back out into the back garden, your proud erection leading the way.

Seeing you approach as she lies there in the lounger, Rachel has just the reaction you were hoping for: raising her shades back on top of her head, she sits up and starts giggling at the spectacle of you walking up to her.

“Your drinks have arrived, madam,” you proudly announce, and carefully bend forwards and hold out the tray so Rachel can pick one glass off of it.

“Two of them? Wow, talk about excellent service…” Rachel giggles again and brings the glass to her lips, taking a first sip of its pale yellow contents.

“We strive to keep our customers satisfied here at Casa John’s,” you tell her as she brings the glass from her lips and smacks them afterwards.

“Mmm, pineapple,” Rachel purrs, then grins at you.

“Yeah, I saw you bought some,” you return the grin, “The myth is it’s supposed to enhance the flavour, so it might come in handy when you give me a repeat performance.”

Quickly emptying the martini glass, Rachel puts it back on the tray and smiles at you again.

“John,” Rachel purrs, handing you the other glass, “lose the tray and drink up.”

“Yes, dear,” you reply, making Rachel giggle again as she searches round the lounger with her hand until she finds the bottle of coconut oil, after which her attention turns towards your stiff schlong.