“Kevin, I cannot describe how you have made me feel,” I said. “But if you are as skilful with your cock, as you are with your fingers, I don’t think I am going to sleep at all tonight.”
I suggested that we continued in the more comfortable surroundings of my bedroom.
Kevin offered to help me up from the couch and as I stood up, I noticed that his penis was solid once again.
I took his hand and led to him to the staircase.
***oOo***
When we reached the bedroom, I climbed onto the bed, ahead of Kevin, kneeling with my bottom in the air. It wasn’t premeditated, or planned, but Kevin immediately took advantage of my position. I felt him climb onto the mattress behind me and began massaging my buttocks. He squeezed them, pushed them together and pulled them apart. I enjoyed there feeling of having my bottom pulled apart. I felt his tongue on my open pussy and he began to nibble at my outer labia, while flicking the tip of his tongue over my dripping hole. I felt a finger push against my anus and wondered what he was doing. I didn’t have long to wait. His finger slid into my bottom. To the first knuckle and then the second.
Now as I have stated, anal sex is not something I wish to pursue and I am pretty sure at my age, it would not be beneficial to my health. However, feeling Kevin’s finger rolling around inside my bottom was a very pleasurable feeling.
Keeping his finger in my bottom, I felt the head of his manhood pushing gently against my outer lips and moving slowly inside my pussy.
I gasped loudly when his cock head passed through the outer ring of muscles surrounding my entrance and moaned as he slid gently all the way up my vaginal canal, His cock moved within me, until he had bottomed out at my cervix.
He really knew how to fill a woman up. His width stretched my pussy walls to a point where I thought he was going to split me in two.
He asked me if I was okay and I told him to go gently, but not for too long.
His hands held onto my hips and I felt him move back and forth, drawing his cock out to the point where only his crown was inside me and then slowly he slid back.
“Maisie,” he said. “Your pussy feels like a velvet lined glove around my cock. So warm and soft and comfortable. I love it.”
After what seemed like an age of gentle strokes, Kevin began to pick up the pace. Driving his iron hard member into me with some force before sliding it out and then pushing it back in. Sometimes, he would withdraw his cock completely and slap around my pussy, bum cheeks and over my rosebud.
I pleaded with him not to enter my bottom and he said he had no intention of doing it without my say so.
Sometimes, he would withdraw his cock, leaving only the head inside me. He would rotate his hips and move inside me again. It felt as though he was fucking me from different angles.
As he drove his full length into my soaking pussy, lovely squelching sounds accompanied every stroke and I could feel the onset of another orgasm.
When I came, it was a powerful orgasm and Kevin stopped fucking me. He said later that it was an amazing feeling to have me come all over his cock. My muscles massaged his cock and my juices spread around his shaft and head, forcing him to use all his powers to not come at that point.