Putting together storm -2

“Never,” I openly admitted actually feeling shy now that I hadn’t, especially not knowing what to expect. She grinned.

“Never had a man’s cherry before,” she said giggling like a schoolgirl when she said it. “Been a while for me too…a long while,” she added to that. “But I want to. I want to feel you inside me…inside my ass,” she literally purred quite suggestively now just thinking about it.

“Ok…” I moaned uncertainty as she reached back her hand once again caressing my prick, which was still slipping and sliding up through the crack of her ass. I knew now however, it would soon be directed elsewhere.

“Use the soap, enter me with your fingers first, get me nice and slick in there, open me up a bit,” she implored me, sounding even more aroused now than she had a moment ago. Her voice was thick…raw with lust and unbridled emotion. “Finger-fuck my ass Tom, and then fuck me…with your cock!”

I had enMaxed ass play before to some extent anyway, having a finger up inside my own ass a time or two, so I did have some idea as to what to expect there. She was still tight however, even with the soap as I eased first one digit, and then after a few moments, another one. Now sliding two fingers in and out of her tight puckered little opening, I felt it stretch a little.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned hanging her head down, her hands now bracing herself against the side of the shower stall, the water pouring over her head in a fine misty spray. “God yes! That feels good…so fucking good,” she moaned even more deeply. “Fuck me Tom, fuck me…put it in, put your cock inside my ass…and fuck me!”

I placed the head of my dick at her tiny little opening. She pressed back. For a moment it didn’t feel like it would enter, too big…too tight. But then I felt her suddenly swallow up the head of my dick. The ring of her tight warm opening sucking it in, surrounding me like a firm wanton mouth.

“Yessss!” She hissed. “Oh fuck yessssssss!” she hissed again. “Fuck me Tom! Fuck me!”

I eased into her slowly, not only for her benefit in not wanting to hurt her, or take her too quickly, but in savoring the sensation of entering a woman’s ass for the first time in my entire life. I wanted to feel and remember the sensation of each hot tight inch of her passage as I slowly claimed her, slowly inserted my manhood, my hard proud stiff manhood into that taboo fuck tunnel I was now entering.

“Jesus,” I moaned as well, feeling every inch until the entire length of my shaft was embedded inside her. Fully hilted now, I remained still, allowing each of us to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion. Only then easing out…almost as slowly, and then sliding back in again, once again hilting myself until feeling my balls slap against her flesh. She now braced herself with one hand against the wall, her head looking back over her shoulder towards me. Her free hand now cupping her breast, pinching her nipple…pulling on it.

“Fuck me hard now Tom. Hard…deep…and fast!”

I pulled out nearly all the way, looking down at myself, waiting until I saw the head of my cock just appearing before thrusting deeply, with force back inside her again…all the way. She groaned, pressing back…urging me to continue.

“Harder!”

I slammed into her. Slipped out…slammed in, out…in out. Suddenly like a runaway freight train I began skewering her ass, pummeling it with my prick. My hands now gripping her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as I held on, thrusting…slamming, thrusting into her over and over again with a stamina I didn’t know that I had.

Sophia had dropped her hand down between her legs, openly frigging her clit now, fingers a blur as she fucked herself, her head once again bent down beneath the water as it pounded against her there, with me still pounding her from behind. I could feel the tension in my balls, felt the tingling promise of rapture already beginning to alert me to my own powerful release.

So unexpectedly then, she screamed out…her plea of release echoing off the walls inside the shower as she began to climax. Hearing her, now feeling her as the muscles in her ass clamped down on me in a vise-like grip, she literally milked the juice from my balls as I slammed into her one more time,

holding still, feeling the throb of my cock so deeply inside her. And with each throb, I felt released. Felt he ejaculate of my cream spurt, pouring inside, filling her as she thrashed wildly beneath me, her ass now bouncing back against me, forcing my cock to drive even deeper inside her than it already was.

“That’s it baby! Fuck my ass! Shoot your nasty spunk inside my ass, fill it baby…fill it…fill my hot nasty ass with your fucking cream!” She screamed, her orgasm so intense, so wild that I feared for a moment she would hurt herself…and me.

**

We had dried off, dressed and soon after returned back into the main living room. Max was sitting there on the couch, several bags sitting upon the tabletop. But it wasn’t that so much as the sight of her sitting there doing what she was that caught me by surprise. She’d picked up a number of things that Sophia thought it wise we should have. Some of which had been batteries of course for the flashlights.

But…she had bought several, and in different types. Which only now dawned on me as to why she had. I counted at least six, if not seven different vibrators. She had them spread out all over the coffee table, the backs off each as she sorted out the differing sized batteries she’d need in replacing them. She looked up as we entered, not at all surprised, nor even embarrassed as she sorted through everything, replacing each and every one of them.

“I’ll be damned if I’m going to be bored if and when the lights go off,” she told us. “At least you two can fuck one another’s brains out, which it already sounds like you did,” she said glaring at us. “Unless of course…” she grinned evilly looking directly at me.

Once again the wind rattled the windows outside.

“Maybe we’d best get to work on the shutters at least,” Sophia said, ignoring the obscene display scattered about on the table. “The winds are starting to pick up now.”

I nodded my head in agreement, following her back outside again.

It was starting to rain. And it rained hard. And I was reminded yet again of another saying…”Sometimes when it rains…it pours.”