“Oh, Ben, not yet, let me wash once more…” Nguyet protested. “Inside…”
We went to the bathroom together, where I watched her put liquid soap on her fingertip, before she went around the cute little crater and then inside. Eventually, she scooted over to the toilet, where the Southeast-Asian butt-hose proved yet again indispensable. Nguyet rubbed her anus some more, before she rinsed the whole area thoroughly. Yeah, I wouldn’t know what to do without a butt hose.
“Ben, we don’t have much time today… but if you want, I’ll massage and lick your anus next time?!” she offered, which I found moving, actually.
No, seriously. I appreciated it.
“Yeah, you’d better buy two dildos, perhaps…” I laughed. “And look up how to massage a prostate gland…” I added.
Once a young Thai girl had — after a long night of debauchery — gotten my dick up again, using her magic finger inside my anus. I thanked Nguyet for the offer again, perhaps a tad too formally, but then, one couldn’t be too nice when dealing with such delicate, decadent matters, could one?
We went to the bedroom, where she lay down on her side, holding onto the lubricant like a drunk to his bottle of booze. I positioned myself behind her and pulled her back onto my chest. Her head was resting on my outstretched left arm. I buried my nose in her hair, which smelled lovely, and we were just listening to the silence of the whole house, plus our breathing. In anticipation of the things to come, I squeezed her small butt cheeks a bit and then rubbed her crack with my middle finger.
“But, Ben, we’ll also do it properly afterwards, huh?” she sounded concerned.
“Sure, can’t you feel my cock pumping already?” I whispered and then focused on how my glans was pushing itself between her thighs from behind.
In no time, my hand traveled the short distance from her hips up to her small breasts, which I squeezed, before I began to twiddle her nipples between the upper digits of my fingers. After a while, she asked me to lubricate one of them, and so began our journey of discovery. I picked my pinkie, first, to make sure I wouldn’t hurt her. She changed in the recovery position by extending her right knee and elbow, presenting me her butt crack openly. Oh, yes, this all was hot. She giggled and murmured something like ‘I can feel the wind on my perineum’, as the window was open and there was a nice breeze.
“I feel the same on my head every time I cut my hair short,” I replied. “But, hey, do you know what was also really hot last week at the hot springs, before I forget?!” I asked her quietly, exploring her anus with my pinkie.
“Ben, there was so much…” she was smacking her lips with her eyes closed, sounding tired, like she wanted to take a nap. “What was it?”
“Well, just before I fell in love with Thuy’s anus, she had been sitting with open legs, and I watched her pussy nectar roll down her perineum… that, and that she didn’t seem to care at all… she was so nonchalant about everything, at some point even looking at her phone… somehow, that was so stinking cool…”
“Do you want me to sit like that? But my phone’s downstairs on my desk,” she quipped, before she yawned again and giggled.
I loved her sense of humor, which made sex with her so much better.
“Next time,” I quipped back, while I was loading my fingertip with a second round of gel.
“Ben, this feels nice,” she smacked her lips again, like she was truly enjoying herself.
After some more play outside her anus, I carefully pressed my fingertip inside for the first time.
“Yes, if you want…” she nodded encouragingly.
I thought of repositioning myself, so that I could actually watch what I was doing, but that would have required pulling my arm out from under her head. And so I didn’t. Next time. Both of us were panting already; it was amazing what tender anus caresses could trigger in people. I put her head higher up, near my shoulder, though, so that my left hand could pluck her pubic hair a bit, while my right pinkie tip was now inside her rectum, wiggling a bit in the dark. So far, so good. Yes, her anus was pretty tight, but she was a nimble little animal.
As things had been going well with my smallest finger, I replaced it now with a nicely oiled index fingertip. We were lying there absolutely quiet, focusing on what would happen now. Would the bigger finger be as welcome as the smaller one had been?
“Aaahh…” Nguyet moaned quietly, when I was pushing another quarter of an inch in.
She was sucking air past her clenched teeth, which sounded much more satisfied than annoyed, though. But, anyway: had the change been too abrupt, too sudden?
“Hey, sweetie, do you want me to go back to my pinkie? Is it hurting?”
“No, no… it’s all good…” Nguyet murmured.
And so I added another third of an inch of, while my cock was pumping nicely. But just when I wanted to thrust with my index finger for the first time, Nguyet started to push her ass backwards, towards me, like her sphincter was itching. She sucked some more air through her clenched teeth, while she was uttering some extremely satisfied-sounding deep aah-aaahhs, and her whole body started to swing.