She could see the outline of his penis in the briefs and the tip pressing outward. “Should I remove these now?” he asked.
“Yes, get them off,” she responded, with more of a husky sound of urgency in her voice than the command that had been there before.
He bent over to remove his socks. “Not those. Remove your underwear.” He looked up, smiled, and slipped his fingers under the waistband of his briefs. He slowly began to slide them over his hips and off of his ass, deliberately leaving the front up. The fabric stretched over his organ, so that the shape of the tip and the ridge of the tube along the underside was clearly outline for her. He then began to pull down the fronts of his briefs, ever so slowly. The elastic caught around the tip, bending his very stiff penis down with his brief. The farther he pulled the briefs, the farther it pulled down his organ, until his erection was bent straight down, and the curly red pubic hairs were revealed. He pulled the briefs lower. The base of the shaft began to slide into view. Excruciatingly slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he lowered his briefs, revealing more and more of the shaft. All of the shaft was finally visible, the elastic hooked on the ledge of the tip. He pulled a bit farther, and the erection was released from its pressure, bobbing up and down until it came to rest, pointing upward, so that the tiny hole at the tip seemed to be staring at her face. He let the briefs slide to the floor and stepped out of them.
“This belongs to me, today, too,” she told him, reaching out and stroking the loose skin, up and down, feeling the stiffness of the shaft and the softness of the flesh. “Now, show me how you worship me.”
He lowered himself to his knees in front of her, slipped his hands into the waistband of her pajamas, and slid them over her hips, his hands lightly caressing her ample derriere and they slid past. He let them fall to the floor, leaned forward, and placed a kiss on her tummy. He looked up into her lustful eyes. He began to move his lips toward the center of her female power, which was already swollen and open.
“Not yet,” she stopped him, putting a hand to the top of his head. “Lets take a shower before we get down to business?” He stood, and she told him, “This way.” She led him to the bathroom, his erection bobbing and pointing at her bottom as he followed her.
After Debra got the temperature the way she liked it, she stepped into the shower, and he followed. She stood facing him, with her back under the flow of water from the showerhead. He took the soap, lathered his hands, and spread the suds over her chest and stomach. He gently turned her around, so that the water splashed on her front while he stretched his arms around her body from behind. His erection was pressed upward between them, burning hot against her back, as his hands reached under and cupped the weight of her breasts. The volume of her womanly flesh overflowed his hands as he gently lifted and squeezed them. He felt her press backward against his heat as his fingers circled her areola, as he pulled lightly on the nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. She turned back around toward him, and he dropped to his knees before the temple of her womanhood.
Again lathering his hands, he soaped her thighs, running his hands up along the insides, stopping just before he reached her open, throbbing sex. He reached around behind, his cheek pressed against her tummy, water now flowing from his face, as his hands soaped her derriere, squeezing, stroking and caressing her massive cheeks. As his hands caressed her buttocks, he gazed adoringly at the beauty of her open flower. Framed by neatly trimmed pubic hairs, he saw her swollen petal, spreading before him. Her tiny phallus poked its head from its sheath. He brought his mouth to the center of her power as a woman, pressed his lips gently onto the emerging tip of her jewel, and planted a gentle kiss, sucking softly. He felt her shudder, and thrust her hips toward him. He removed his mouth and stood, smiling.
His penis stood out, board stiff in front of him. She stared down at his erection. He was circumcised, his mushroom tip smooth and a deep purple form the blood that filled the organ. The rod pointed slightly upward. It was long, perhaps 7 1/2 inches. A collar of wrinkled flesh from the circumcision lay around the tip. She touched the tip with a finger, pressing downward. When she released, it immediately bounced upward. She giggled. Debra took the soap and lathered her hands. She reached out her left hand and gently cupped and lifted his balls. He closed his eyes, tipped his head back, and let out a low moan of pleasure. He felt her fingers close around his shaft. Her hand began slowly stroking. His body shivered as her fingers moved over the smooth sensitive tip.
Without warning, she stopped moving her hands “I think that’s enough for now,” she said in a hoarse voice. “We don’t want you to cum now. Remember what we’re here for.” She gave a last squeeze and released his manhood.
Grasping his hips, she guided him to turn around. She again lathered her hands, and washed his back, moving slowly down to his flat, white buttocks. He feld her hands moving around on the cheeks of his ass, lifting them apart with each circular movement. Then, there was a finger at his most private entrance. Small, circular motions around the rim of his anus, first. Then, the finger, pressing inward. His first reaction, involuntary, was to tighten and resist. He felt another hand gently caressing his balls, as the pressure of the finger increased. He willed himself to relax, and the finger slid in. There was no pain. It felt exquisite, as the soapy finger slowly moved up his tight rear channel, past the first knuckle, to the second knuckle. Hesitating for a moment. Pushing in deeply, until he could tell that the entire finger was buried inside of him. He pressed his hands against the wall of the shower to brace himself, opening his legs wide. He felt her finger begin to move in and out of him, slowly, getting him used to the invasion. He felt her curling her finger, exploring, rubbing against his prostate. The feeling was intense, exquisite, like nothing he had experienced before.
He felt the finger pulling out, and attempted to grab it and hold it in by tightening his asshole. To no avail. The finger withdrew. The finger again rimmed his anus. He felt a pressure again, against his back entrance. This time, he did not resist. He pushed his bunghole open, as if he was pushing out. Trying to open himself, to invite a return of that intense stimulation. But the finger did not slide in so easily this time. The pressure grew. There was a moment of pain, deep in his gut. He felt it pop in again. He felt a sliding in, smoothly, yet much more tightly. He realized there were two fingers, this time. They only invaded to the second knuckle. Again, she slid them in and out, probed, stimulating his prostate. He felt stretched, but he also felt deep pleasure. He leaned his forhead against the wall and moaned, surrendering. To soon, the fingers began to withdraw. He leaned, there, waiting, his knees trembling just a bit. He barely knew where he was. He was just surrender, pleasure, stimulation.