"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation”

... watch me cum. Cover her with my girly love juice, as Brenda was mine. She needed to be reminded of that fact.

Lubed, I eased my anus onto her slippery pole, one sphere at a time, each little pop accompanied by my enjoyment groan; a blissful moan. Brenda remained still, silent, watching me. Just like I asked her to do, this was my thing; my secret, fucking my own ass.

I opened my legs wide. Brenda’s eyes flicked from my face to my open and very bald pussy. I hovered there, three balls deep; my dance routine exercises and maybe my horse riding skills, helping me to keep my balance. Then I started to slide up and down the black well-greased pole, rocking, moaning, fucking; each stroke a little deeper than the last.

My hand found my clit. I frigged it for extra pleasure, Brenda’s eyes suddenly glued to my wet and wanton redundant hole.

“Pop,” the fourth ball slid into me. I was nearly there, riding all of Brenda’s eight inches. I balanced, rode, and slid, up and down. My body wriggled with pleasure.

I pressed down slightly harder. My sphincter eased a little wider. The last ball was the biggest, and I pressed harder, each bounce sending a pulse of pleasure to my brain. With my fingers playing my oiled clit like it was strumming a guitar; my mind, my body, enjoying nothing but sexual pleasure.

Then it all happened at once.

“Pop,” the large inch-and-a-half ball slid home. With it, my head jerked backwards, and a wave of carnal pleasure surged in me. I screamed ...

... as an orgasm ripped through me.

“On my!” Brenda exclaimed. I had come all over her in a gush. It was what always happened when I had deep anal penetration for any length of time. I sometimes wondered if I had a second clitoris up in my bum.

I looked down, still fully impaled. Brenda was expressionlessand soaked. I couldn’t stop giggling as I carefully rolled off my girlfriend and lay next to her on my back, trying to regain my breath and my composure.

“Clare, I can see I’m going to have fun with you,” Brenda eventually said, as she glanced towards me, and then smiled.

“Haven’t any of your other girls cum on you like that?”

Brenda didn’t answer as she wiped herself down, removed her harness and, with it, the anal piece. She then disappeared into her shower. I felt she was still reflecting on my question, and I joined her in the shower.

We kissed tenderly as we washed ourselves down.

“Are you sure you're not gay?” Brenda suddenly asked; my earlier question was left unanswered.

“No, Brenda, maybe a lean that way, but I will always need a man in my life. Someone who is like David, who lets me have my freedom.”

I hesitated, as I wasn’t sure if I should ask the next question. I knew it was personal.

“What I have with David; isn’t that similar to what you have with Hugo, at least spiritually?”

“Yes, maybe Clare,” Brenda murmured and then added more strongly. “I was right about one thing.You are special. As I mentioned, none of my previous girlfriends ...