“She’s ready,” I said.
Peter climbed up behind her again, his semen-coated cock once again hard. “Please take me slowly,” asked Lily, “it’s a small hole, and you’re so big and stiff.” Slowly but forcefully Peter entered her, past her sphincter and further and further up inside her bowel, until he was fully in her, up to his pelvis, with his pendulous balls slapping against her vulva.
Slowly at first, but with increasing force and speed, Peter began pumping his cock in and out of Lily’s ass. I was fascinated because I had never watched anal intercourse before. Lily’s sphincter formed a ring around his cock, much as her inner labia had done, disappearing inward and reappearing, clasping Peter’s gleaming cock every time it withdrew. Lily began to groan with pleasure, “it’s so big, it’s so hot, it’s taking me over, unnngh unnngh!”
As before, I slipped my hand under her tummy, moving downwards until I reached her clit. Again, I pinched it lightly, and then circled it slowly and carefully. This galvanized her into new energy, and I could feel how she excitedly pushed back harder against the plunging cock, until with a huge cry she again was electrified by her orgasm, which took her over completely.
Peter wasn’t finished.
He kept pumping his stiff cock in and out, in and out, into her inert and exhausted body, until after several more minutes of pounding he shouted “I’m here! I’m here!” as he jerked and thrusted and splurged his seed into her anal channel. Then he rested, inert on her back, for several minutes, and I could watch his cock slowly softening until it slipped out of her asshole.
Peter withdrew, gave Lily a little hug, said “that was great. David, you can clean her up. I’ll have a shower, get dressed, and be off. Hope to see you again sometime soon — you have my number.” And he was off, gathering his clothes as he went into the bathroom.
Lily lay inert. I gathered up a couple of hand towels, and pulled the top sheet over us as I climbed into bed with Lily. She lay there still, listening to the muted sounds from the bathroom shower, followed by the click of the hotel room door as Peter left.
I ministered to Lily, cleaning away the oozing results of sex from her cunt and asshole, not knowing what to say. “How…h-how was that for you?” I asked hesitantly.
Lily replied, sobbing, “I wanted it to be so perfect! Like it always was with you!” She held me close and composed herself for a moment. “It was physically satisfying, I loved the feeling that I haven’t had for years, of being filled and dominated by a huge hard living cock! Feeling hot semen splurch into me! But I wasn’t loved, or cherished, the way you always do…it was like I was a slab of meat, and he was just pounding me for his pleasure. The town bull servicing a cow…but I’m not a cow!!!”
She paused for another moment, to gather herself together. “Those aching feelings I have in my cunt and asshole show me that I’m right, I was always right — I need sex. I need a cock. But tonight has showed me. Do you realize? Although Peter decreed that he should cause all the orgasms tonight, it was actually you? With your fingers? You tickled my asshole when he was doing missionary, and that brought me off. Then, when he was doing doggy and then anal, it was your tickly finger on my clit that sent me over the edge. Twice”
Hugged my Lily close. Whispered in her ear, “always glad to be of service when needed.”
Lily giggled and gave me an affectionate punch on my shoulder, followed by another hug. “I have needs — there have to be more cocks,” she declared, “until we find the perfect one. I had found the perfect one, it’s in my hand.” She stroked my cock affectionately. “But it’s out of action, more’s the pity. Damn damn damn!”
“I guess Peter isn’t going to get another invitation?” Lily shook her head firmly. “Let’s get up and have a shower together, and I’ll clean you up thoroughly — it’s always fun soaping your sexy body,” I suggested. “Then we can sleep the rest of the night together”
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Room 426, Royal Connaught Hotel. Friday night. Tom McBride had turned out to be a very entertaining drinks-and-dinner companion, regaling us with his experiences as a stage actor. Now we were at the door, which I opened with the Room key card and held it for Lily and Tom to enter.
Tom was as unlike Peter as chalk is from cheese. He, instead of I, busied himself at the bar and supplied us all with drinks, then suggested that we sit down and discuss our situation frankly and sympathetically. When we’d finished our drinks and our discussion, he asked Lily what she wanted out of the evening.
“I know you have a nice big cock — Cindy told me all about it,” Lily began. “I want for us all to get naked, and then I want you, Tom, to fuck me as many times as you like, in any way that you like. But I’d also like you to hold me, caress me, kiss me, make me feel desired.”
“That last part’s easy!” Tom declared. “I do desire you — you’re very beautiful, and I’d love to make you feel special. May I please undress you?”
They undressed each other, as I undressed myself. The evening went on from there as Tom attentively looked to Lily’s needs while satisfying his own. He began with a blowjob, once he was assured that Lily liked doing it, and swallowing. Then he and Lily curled up together on the bed, and had long session of cuddling, kissing and fucking in only two positions, missionary and cowgirl. “I like to look at you,” he exclaimed, “I can feast my eyes on your lovely body, especially your gorgeous breasts!”
I liked watching too. What a change! Lily got thoroughly and repeatedly fucked, and revelled in every minute of Tom’s vigorous cock, his hands and lips caressing her breasts, roving over her hips and her ass, repeatedly bringing her to multiple explosive orgasms. Just like I used to be able to do. At the end, as he tenderly held her and kissed her goodbye, Lily asked “w-would you like to see me again? see us again?”
“I’d like that very much — more than I can say!” Tom replied, holding her close. “You’ve got my e-mail, and I’ve got yours. Only problem is, I’m going to be out of town for the next few months — I’ve got parts in two plays in a summer theatre festival. But I’ll be back in town in October, and I’ll email you then. Or hang on a minute — maybe you’d like to come and see a show or two, stay over in a local hotel that has nice big beds? I’ll send you the season brochure!” And with that, and a final hug, he was gone.
“Damn damn damn!” Lily exclaimed as I soaped her down afterwards in the shower. “Tom is so nice to me, so attentive to my needs, just like you are, and now he’s gone for months and months!”
“Well, the good news is that there are guys like Tom out there, not everyone’s like Peter. We just have to keep looking. Let’s get onto the Kupid’s Korner thing, look at the responses to your ad, and also arrange that pool party we were talking about,” I suggested. “‘Omnes in aequoribus non sunt pisces’ as my mother used to say.”
“What’s that mean?” asked Lily, puzzled.