On the Rim of a Fantasy - Sex Stories

On the Rim of a Fantasy

... pinkish brown little rosebud. ‘God, it’s so beautiful’ he whispered. ‘Looking at your sexy asshole and knowing I’m going to put my mouth and tongue on it… it’s so… so fucking dirty and so fucking exciting all at the same time.’ ‘I want you to do it,’ she gasped back at him. ‘I want you to make it dirty and exciting for me… put your mouth to my bottom… right on my asshole.’ The very words made them each hotter still. Unable to prolong the anticipation a moment further, he bent to her again and kissed the tightly smooth circle of skin surrounding the crenelated little hole, nibbling and pulling at it with his lips. She bucked against him, and suddenly he was licking her, swirling his tongue around and around in smaller and smaller circles, teasing her as he came closer to the twisted opening . His cock was between her feet again and now she could feel a wetness. She knew that he was oozing pre-cum from his swollen organ and this excited her further. ‘Fuck that feels so incredible,’ she gasped. ‘Lick me… lick me right in my bottom… lick my asshole.’ And… suddenly, he was there. His tongue still twirled but in an impossibly tight circle now, drilling an probing the puckered hole. He pushed against her, and she thrust back with her hips, feeling electric bursts of pleasure as the erect tip of his tongue stimulated thousands and thousands of quivering nerve endings. His lips were close tightly around her anus, making a seal, and he sucked hard, pulling the margins of her hole ...

... inward an outward in a delicious counterpoint to the thrusts of his probing tongue. They were both moaning now, and he was unable to put of the final, ultimate part of the experience any longer… ‘I need go inside you,’ he croaked, pulling back from her suddenly. They both knew this was what was to come next but the desperate, nearly ferocious urgency of her reply almost startled him. She rolled over and the gaping lips of her pussy were spread wide to him, glistening with a hot, sticky wetness. ‘Yes,’ she gasped. ‘I want you to put your tongue deep in me. I want you to fuck my bottom with your mouth. She was off the bed then. She stepped quickly to the foot and climbed to her knees on the padded bench, supporting herself with her palms flat on the coverlet. Her back was arched and her bottom was thrust outward in anticipation. He rose too but, in contrast to the sudden urgency of a few seconds before, he moved slowly and deliberately, emphasizing the momentous, almost sacred nature of what they were both about to experience. He took a pillow from the bed and then placed it carefully, precisely, beneath her feet. For a moment, he stood silently behind her and the, as though attending to prayer, knelt and took her hips in his hands. He spread her wide and saw that her hot little hole was still slick with his saliva. ‘I need you to draw me into you,’ he said. I need you to bear own and push out first, then when my tongue stats to enter you, pull inwards… okay?’ ‘Yes’ she whispered. ...