Anal Surprise

He places his finger right under my nose. Breathe deep, he said. I breathed in the smell of fresh, moist cunt that wrapped his finger. I just finger fucked the hell out of her cunt, he whispered to me. He poked his finger between his lips, and toked down on it. Fuck, Jerry was game for anything, especially Maryanne's cunt.

I looked over to where Maryanne was sitting, and noticed a high warm glow in her face. The blood came into my skull like a wave splashing upon the shore. Yep, I would fuck her. I was feeling sexually excited. The night was wearing on, and I needed to score. But it was Jasmine I had my eyes on. I already imagined my tongue in her pussy.

My mind flicked back to the frisky couple I had seen kissing in the park this morning. Well it had been more than once. In fact every morning this week I had gone back for a look. There they are on the park bench kissing each other. Arms wrapped around each other kissing their pretty faces, for what seems like forever. Young love is always about eating. Eating their mouths off each other's face. When I got back to my flat, I pulled my cock out, and narcoticized the foreskin off it. Geeez!.

Jasmine worked at the airport, and so did I. Fuck, she had a smashing body, and could dance the tits off a brass monkey. She had a rather small, but a nice face. Blue eyes, blonde hair down to the middle of her back, and was in between fucks right now. She takes her mind back to a few days ago, seeing her neighbor's gangly son masturbating. She was in her bedroom straightening up the room, when out the corner of her eye, she noticed a person with no clothes on standing between the two houses masturbating. She stepped back a bit so she wouldn't be seen. He had come round to the side of the house, his mobile phone in one hand, and his erection in the other, and was filming himself masturbating to somebody on the other end.

What struck Jasmine was, how bony and white he looked. Man was he skinny. Bony legs, and she could count his ribs, and the pelvic bones cradling his genitals, and what an ass. His cock looked judgingly skinny, gripped in his bony hand. He was sporting a crop of dark curly hair, and had excited eyes. He looked like someone in naked poverty, drawn by Egon Schiele. He obviously thought he was alone, and was showing off to someone his prowess on the other end of the phone. Jasmine could feel herself getting wet. He was trying to get the best shot with his mobile. Moving his camera above, then below to get a close up of his scrotum, the upstroke of his bony fingers over his frenulum. His scrotum was tight, and glaring round, and tucked high up into his ass cheeks.

Jasmine leant back, to the side, she didn't want to bust him. Soon he was shooting his foggy soft cum all over the hard screen. Then he dashed back into his house. Jasmine's finger had found her clitoris, and was taking it for a joyride. What a mid-morning surprise. She didn't expect that. It was all the rage. Sending vids, and pics of your genitals in sexual display.

She had her eye on Paul all evening, and wondered what it would be like. She needed a good fuck, like she needed her coffee first thing in the morning, strong and hot.

Our mouths were hot, and slippery. My tongue was halfway down her throat. I was gulping up Jasmine's saliva. It had an oystery viscosity. He was toying with her tensile tongue. Her wet pink, slippery tongue. We were back at my flat. I was surprised at how easy it was to lure Jasmine back to my place for sex.

"Do you want to fuck."

She said "Yes."

We just got to the point. We both wanted sex. We wanted Skin. Nipples. Ass. Cock. Cunt. To feel the others body. We wanted to eat each other. To taste those secret places.

Back at my pad we both undressed. The tip of my cock poked through the Y fold of my underwear. My stretching cock was eager to fuck her. I had already ventured with my fingers into Jasmine's cunt, and she was as wet as a river. She had a barbered cunt with just the hint of a landing strip. Her labia was pronounced like a fat juicy peach. What lovely tits. Not to big, just the way I like them. Jasmine, although she had been with many men, she made very little noise while she was being fucked. When she climaxed, which was seldom, she did it in silence, and so did the men, shooting their soft stuff between her legs. Usually there was no talking afterwards, and the guys went straight to sleep, while she lay there, wishing for more, as the cum slipped out in a sad pool onto the sheets.

So I turned towards Jasmine just wearing my underwear. The head of my cock poking through the Y fold. It looked like an escapee squeezing between the bars of its cell. My cock was hard. So blusteringly erect, it was busting for a taste of cunt. Her hot mouth on my cock. Her hand jigging my balls. My lips nibbling her pink nipple. My fingers searching her cunt, digging in. My hand was starting to pull my underpants down. Kicking them into the air. We both laughed, as our bodies came together, pressing the warmth of our blood together, my cock leaping forth like a cuckoo in its clock. My erection smashed into the dent of her belly button. How my cock liked the feel of a strangers body, even if it was only their skin.

Jasmine's head was still full of the teenage boy masturbating down the side of her house. He was a permanent image in her head. The world belongs to those who can satisfy their hunger. Sex offers an intensity of experience. She had tasted that high, and now she wants more. She could hear the sound of their bodies slap together with a hollow wet clap, each time they came together. Her wetness noisily slurped his cock. She could feel the under-bone of his pelvis slam into hers. His balls padded the cheeks of her ass. But she wanted something different this time.

Her girlfriends had talked about taking it in the ass. She wondered. She wanted to try it.

"Stop!," she said to Paul.

"Give it to me up my ass."

She pushed him off, and turned over onto her hands, and knees, offering her anus. Paul was pleasantly surprised. She wanted his cock in her ass. She was offering her rump to him. Paul could feel his erection getting harder, if that was possible. His cock was oily with her cunt juice. He could see her wrinkled middle. The way the black vanished into nowhere. The head of his cock pressed into that wicked hole. Fuck it was tight. No man had been there before him, of that he was sure. He dipped his cock back into her cunt, covered it in her lube, and then took another try at entering her anus. The head was nearly there. Jasmine was pushing her anus back, onto his cock, it was opening ever so slightly. Half the head was in. Just a bit more. He was suddenly in, and moved ever so slowly till his cock was buried up to the hilt. His arms were clutched around her middle. He could feel her hips.

He reached down between Jasmine's thighs and inserted three fingers into her cunt. His thumb was pressed to the nub that was crying out for more. Her cunt was full of heat. Her anus was full of heat. God, it felt delicious, and yet so perverse. Paul never thought he would end the night with his cock up some ladies back entrance. Well he was going to make the most of it.

"Fuck me now," she said.

Paul moved his hips back, to the glans of his cock, then slid it in again. It felt divine. Jasmine began to control the fucking, her anus moving back, and forth. Paul loved the feeling of her soft ass cheeks pressing on his belly. He was so excited, he knew he would cum like a volcano exploding. His fingers were pashing her cunt walls. Jasmine's pussy was dripping like the windows on a cold winter's night.

Aaah... Aaaah.... Aaah... Ooohh... AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!, Paul filled her anus with his hot cum. His cum bathed his cock like an oily piston. Fuccck! it felt good. Slick and satiny. Paul didn't stop, he wanted that feeling for as long as possible. May it last.

80% of females need clitoral stimulation to achieve orgasm. Fuck, Paul's cock felt good inside her anus, and his fingers up her cunt doing a crazy dance as his thumb rubbed her clit sent the planets inside her into orgasmic orbit. The best sex yet. Paul withdraw his exhausted cock, and Jasmine turned round, and grabbed it to lick it clean, before it fully went down. They both lay there sharing a post-sexual cigarette.

"Now that's a real fuck," said Jasmine as she released an exhale, looking dreamily up at the ceiling.

"Fucking you up the ass, puts me in a different dimension," said Paul leaning back on the propped up pillows, looking down upon his limp, and soggy cock. It looked like a dead fish, gulping for air on the deck of a fishing boat.

Jasmine thought to herself, maybe she had found a stayer, if the frenzy she had just experienced, was anything to go by. Jasmine could still feel his firm, hard, cock going in, and out her anus hole, his fingers digging in her cunt. Sweet Jesus!. She should T Paul up for another session.