Kendra and Cole

"That was one hell of a game," he said, still grinning.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah," he replied, looking like he wanted to do it some more.

"You want some more of those butt hugs?" I asked and he looked at me with a 'hell yeah' face. I didn't need any more confirmation from him. "Is it going to be on your bed, or mine?" I teasingly asked right after that, and just before I started walking towards the door, leaving him seated and staring at my ass as I walked away to a location more private and suitable for what was coming next.

"Wherever," he said, and his voice sounded evidently excited by the prospect of him getting more of what he'd just spent the past few minutes immeasurably enjoying.

"Then come on in. We are going to my bedroom," I gestured him inside afterwards, and soon enough, he was going to realise that I didn't really mean it when I told him about doing more of what we'd just finished doing. When we got to my bedroom, I decided to start taking off my clothes right away. "Have you ever seen me naked, Cole?" I tauntingly asked when I clutched the hem of my dress, and I waited for his eyes to focus on me before I slowly pulled it up until I got it off through my head.

"Not really, just in a bikini every time I see you swim," he replied after that as I kicked off my sandals, and I winced a little when my cute pedicured feet touched the cold tiles on my bedroom floor for the first time.

"Oh, how did I not think of that? I know how much you enjoy seeing my cunt traced out on my bikini bottoms," I said with a flirty wink and he looked surprised when he found out that I knew the reason he liked watching me swim. "So you haven't actually seen me naked, but I'm sure you do have a picture of my puffy cunt in your brain. And these tits," I furtively said right before I unclasped my bra from behind. Before I let it fall off, I said, "I can count at least four times you've seen me topless."

The bra smoothly slid off my arms right after that, letting my beautiful and fleshy tits come out in his view. He slacked his jaw a little, and as I brought up my arms to teasingly squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples, I squarely stared at him with my lust-filled eyes.

"Do you wanna cop a feel before I slide off my thong to show you my wet pussy?" I tauntingly asked him as I squeezed my left tit and pinched on my right nipple. A moment later I was squeezing both tits, puckering the skin around my huge and dark areolas. "Come get a feel, here," I said, offering him both tits after I moved a few steps towards him to bring our bodies closer, and as he raised his hands to feel my boobs, I lowered mine to grab his tenting boner.

We touched each other nearly at the same time, and when he groaned to the way I squeezed his rod, I moaned to the way he fondled me. His hands felt warmer than my tits, and as he began switching between fondling the fleshy part of my boobs and pinching my nipples, I closed my eyes, my right hand still tugging his tenting cock and I began moaning in rhythm with his touch as my pussy got wetter.

We soon started rocking as we continued touching each other, and I added a few gasps in between my moans. "Suck me... Suck on this tit, here," I desperately panted a while later as I brought up my right hand to push my boob towards his mouth. He lowered his head to meet my right breast halfway, and with just one lick to my nipple, I was suddenly shuddering from a violent orgasm. "Oh God!" I screamed as I forcefully pushed his left hand into my panties because I wanted him to fuck his fingers into me as I came.

He suddenly groaned after I put his hand inside my panties and I couldn't figure out why. I was actually too preoccupied with my orgasm to figure out why. When he closed his mouth around my right nipple to begin sucking on it while he fucked his left hand fingers into me, I began moaning.

"Oh... Mm—oh," I switched making those sounds a few times over as I humped on Cole's fingers while I shuddered with a really amazing orgasm. It took me a good minute and a couple of seconds to calm down after the orgasm, and after that I took out his wet fingers from my panties before I pushed him away because I needed to take off my creamed thong.

As I slid off the thong, and as my wet puffy cunt which was framed with an outline of nicely trimmed pubic fuzz came into his view, Cole stared at my crotch with wide eyes. His eyes got wider after I threw away the thong to remain butt naked, and he hadn't started taking off his clothes yet. I decided to help him with that if he was going to take too long to do it, so I walked towards him and kissed him on the lips as I unbuckled his belt. After a while he stopped kissing me and pulled his shirt off. I pushed his pants down with the boxers at the same time. He then stepped out of his pants, and before he could catch me to continue the kiss, I knelt in front of his raging hard cock which was arching up to the ceiling.

"Forget the butt hugs. I'm gonna suck your cock," I said a second before I swallowed the whole of his length inside my mouth. With my left hand fingers sunk into his right butt cheek to pull his crotch towards my mouth some more, I started rocking my head back and forth, sucking off his manhood while my right hand cupped his balls. His hands then lightly touched and pulled on my head as he started groaning blissfully. After a few strokes of making him groan like that, I stopped for a moment and licked the entire length of his shaft while I looked up at him. "You like it?" I asked as I stroked him with my right hand and he replied with a quivering "Yeah."

That motivated me to take him back inside my mouth and continue working my tongue on him, even though I was planning on spending more time stroking him. "Oh God," he groaned when I began swirling my tongue on his rod while it was in my mouth. Sometimes I swallowed him right up to my throat. It felt amazing when the tip of his cock nudged into the back of my mouth, and after experiencing that sensation a couple of times, I made him fuck my throat.

"Fuck my throat," I desperately begged as I sunk my nails deeper into the flesh of his butt. He clenched his ass, and the moment his cock went back inside my mouth, he suddenly got wild. I couldn't come up with anything to explain what set him off. It must've been the way I desperately begged him to fuck my throat, or the way I had dug my nails into his ass. But either way, I was the one who got to enjoy that sudden wildness.

An instant later, he grabbed the back of my head with both his hands, firmly, and then he started forcing his cock further back into my throat. A minute after he began fucking his thick cock into my throat like that, my eyes started watering as I began choking on it. He quickly slipped it out of my mouth just as that happened, and I coughed some saliva on it before I slurped it off and forced him back inside my mouth again. I then sucked him some more until he started slowing down the thrusts he was forcing into my mouth.

"I'm coming," he groaned and I began sucking him faster, releasing muffled moans of pleasure as I did that. I kept up my fast speed until he started shooting his spunk inside my mouth. His cum tasted sweet and I swallowed it all until the last drop of it. As if my pussy was timed to remind me of its existence the moment I was going to make Cole finish his first orgasm, it started aching badly for some attention right after I slipped Cole's dick out of my mouth. I thought of making him eat it while we waited for another boner from him, but his cock didn't go soft after his orgasm. So there was no point in making him eat my cunt. It was finally time for us to fuck, and without wasting time, I went on all fours on the bed and he followed up behind me.

"Enter me," I panted when he kept standing behind me, and that was a bit funny because I was already panting before he even had the tip of his cock inside of me.

A moment later he brushed the head of his cock along my slit, making me wiggle my ass with impatience to feel him start pushing his veiny monster inside my wet orifice. When he spent a while just sliding his cock up and down my slit to tease me, I decided that it was enough. I couldn't let him keep me anticipating the moment he was going to start giving it to me. The next moment I felt the tip of his cock in the right position on my pussy lips to slide into me, I suddenly bucked up against him, and half of his fat cock sunk inside of me.

"Gotcha," I triumphantly giggled, and when he pushed in the rest of his length, I yelped with pain as he did it with considerable force. "Yes... Fuck me now," I moaned just after that and he started working up a rather slow pace on me when I wanted him to ram my pussy like he was possessed. "Ram that thing inside my pussy like a man, Cole," I taunted him and his speed went up a little after a few thrusts. "Faster, Cole... Slam the shit out of me!" I screamed at him again and he started doing me like I wanted.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck," Cole groaned that as he kept fucking me silly, and I had my toes curled and two fistfuls of bedcovers in my hands.

"Yeah... Fuck me. Oh yeah... Fuck me," I began moaning in reply as Cole kept groaning the same words, and when I felt my orgasm coming, I began bucking against his thrusts wildly, making his cock sink deeper into me and hit the closest it could to my womb. "God, oh yes! I'm coming... I'm coming. I'm coming. Baby, I'm coming, Oh, I'm coming." Those were the last words I moaned, and soon my pussy started milking and clenching his dick as another rapturous orgasm hit me.

He kept going at me, and I started rubbing my clit frenziedly to make the orgasm better. It didn't take me long to have another one, and after I finished shuddering, he followed. He groaned as he came, and after his orgasm, he slipped out of me and I slowly lowered my body down to lie flat with my stomach against the mattress.

For a moment, he kept standing in the same position I left him, but when he eventually fell down beside me, I moved my sweating face closer to his, stroking his cheeks smoothly as I kept getting closer. When our lips touched, I started kissing him. I soon felt his tongue on my teeth, trying to part a way into my mouth. When I released my lips to let his tongue in, mine was waiting just behind my teeth to start tangling with his, and kissing with tongue while his fingers fucked my pussy, was what we spent the next few minutes doing.

When I started touching him to get him aroused like he was doing to me, I failed to get more than a muffled groan out of him. Eventually, I stopped trying, even though I was ready for another round of sex. "I'm going to give you five minutes to rest," I said to him after the kiss and he looked down at his wilted penis.

"It's gonna take more time," he said.

"What!" I exclaimed. The five minutes I'd given him were actually too much.

"I masturbated twice in the morning, so it'll take some time for it to come up this time," he explained honestly.

"Why did you have to masturbate on a day I needed your cock? You shouldn't have done that." I knew my statement was ridiculous, and I was just messing with him, but he took me seriously, and I realised that when he heaved a sigh before he looked at me with a baffled face.

"I didn't know we were going to—"

"It's okay," I said, cutting him off mid-sentence because I'd just remembered that I came across my old strap-on dick earlier that week. "Stay there, I'm going to get my dick and I'm coming back to fuck your ass." He looked confused when I said that and I just laughed as I kept walking to my closet.

The strap-on was something I bought when I was still in college, and I had only used it on a couple of sorority girls. So entering a man's backdoor was something it had never done before, and Cole's ass was going to be its first victim. That made him seem a little special, and as I fetched it from a hidden suitcase which was in my closet, I silently laughed to that.

After strapping it on and lubricating it to save my husband's son from a torn ass, I started feeling like a man. Thinking about how I was going to bugger Cole's young ass so bad, made me laugh silently again. He was going to have trouble walking afterwards, and as I walked back to the bed smiling wickedly at him, he brought up his head with an amused smile on his face.

"The dick looks perfect on you, you should've been a man," he joked.

"Giddy up and show your ass to me," I commanded and he knelt on the floor with his hands and head on the bed. "Have you ever had a dick up in your ass before?" I asked with an intimidating voice.

"Nope," he confidently answered and I stopped to rub my palms together, feeling all macho.

"Well, I'm glad to be the one taking your anal virginity, son," I imitated a deep male voice and he wiggled his ass in anticipation.

An instant later, I stepped closer to his ass, impatiently rushing to get my fake cock inside of him to brutally pump it. But I suddenly stopped when I was about to enter because it started feeling like I was about to do a historic act. I'm not a bad-ass feminist, but when a straight girl fucks a guy, that's the kind of shit that should be written in history books because that moment I felt like I was standing on top of the world and screaming 'WE DID IT' to all the women who fight male oppression. I felt like I was every girl's hero. I mean, think about all those women who only get to have sex lying on their backs, or the side, because their men can't let them try other sex positions. I was doing it for them, planning to slam the shit out of a man.

"What are you waiting for? Just push it in already," Cole urged.

"I need to make a speech first—"

"What?" he exclaimed, chuckling.

"This is a great moment..." I began with a speech tone and Cole laughed. "I'm gonna dedicate this fuck to all the women in the world!" I screamed and Cole's ass dropped to his heels as he laughed harder. I continued, "Thank God for the person who invented this strap-on dick because women are fucking men now—today!" I finished my speech and gave Cole a moment to recover from his laughter. "Now lift up your ass, Cole," I instructed him. "I'm coming in." With that, I placed the lubricated tip of the fake cock on his puckered anus and he squirmed a little.

In a second, I started pushing in and he whimpered as the dick got inside his ass, and although I wasn't feeling any sensation from pushing in that dick, the welfare of his rectum was in my hands. That, and his whimpering sounds, gave me the most accomplished feeling I'd ever felt in my life, and I paused for a moment, just to enjoy that feeling.

"Here we go," I said right before I started slamming in and out of his ass furiously, and his whimpers turned to squeals. It felt great making a man squeal, and when I felt like I'd started working a nice pace on him, I slapped his ass. "Take that, bitch," I yelled in celebration and he was soon squealing some more because I hunched forward to reach for his shoulders, furiously pulling him back to meet me halfway.

"My dick is getting hard," he said a moment later and I slowed down a bit.

"What?" I asked afterwards because I thought I didn't get him right.

"My dick is getting hard," he repeated. "The way you are fucking me is turning me on."

Hearing those words coming from him felt really awesome, and to celebrate that, I decided to go hands-free on him. So I straightened up my upper body and continued fucking his ass without touching any part of him. Within a few moments, I was cupping my boobs, squeezing them, and pinching my nipples, too, as I began thrusting inside of him faster.

"Oh God, you're killing me," he moaned and he didn't mean real pain.

He was enjoying it.

"Yes—die," I sneered at him as I went in hard again and he grappled the covers and curled his fingers into fists. I got delirious. "Yeah, I'm fucking you, Cole, you better hold on to those covers because I won't go easy on this ass," I yelled and the way he was breathing suddenly changed and he gripped harder on the covers. They moved down the bed.

"I'm coming," he groaned as he released the covers from the grip of his right hand and he reached for his cock to jerk himself. I couldn't let him waste his sweet-tasting sperm on the covers. In a flash, I slipped out of him and tossed him around on his back, then I swallowed his erect shaft into my mouth.

He started coming right after that, and just like what I did when I gave him a blowjob earlier, I gulped down all his cum. We collapsed on our backs afterwards, his dick limp again, and my strap-on pointing up straight as I thought about how things went so far to end up where I currently was.

When I married Joe, my mind was on his money. Some people call it gold-digging, but my mom swore to go to her grave disagreeing. She taught me that dating rich men for their money was called ambition. So I got full-on ambitious when I met Joe, and I didn't have any time to think about my other womanly needs. I was too swamped with the overseas shopping sprees, the vacations, the parties, and every other spoil that went with being a millionaire's girlfriend—you know, the kind of life every sane girl dreams of.

I did the see the so-called tell-tale signs, though, but the diamonds quickly dazzled me and I became blind to his impotence. We dated for eight months, but the number of fingers I have in my left hand is five times greater than the amount of times he managed to orgasm when we had sex. The sex, well—it completely stopped four months after we started dating, and after that it was just more trips, credit cards, more shoes and designer clothes, and many other things.

The list of all the spoils was so long, I didn't think that I could finish it, but the bottom line was that I couldn't really say I didn't know the kind of bed I was getting into. I completely knew what I was doing when I walked down the aisle, but I was wrong to assume that diamonds and designer clothes were going to keep me blissful since Joe was a spent force between the sheets.

The whole 'diamonds and luxuries will replace my sexual needs' assumption wasn't my own idea, though. It came from my grandmother, when she and my mother were both teaching me the benefits of being with a rich man. One thing I learnt from that was to stop taking sexual advice from someone light years past their menopause. Those people have forgotten what orgasms used to be like. Being still young and vibrant, I understood that getting overwhelmed by a need to get shagged was only natural, unlike them. To them, good sex is a fond memory. It's like the way you remember that you were once a little kid. Everybody knows they used to be little kids, but it's difficult to remember how it felt when you were five-years-old. You get what I'm saying?

When Joe made it clear that sex was a trivial thing to him, I couldn't walk away because of all the money and the security of knowing that I didn't have to worry about anything else in life—except for sex. It was worth the sacrifice, and the first year I had it covered with my assortment of designer toys, but as I turned my head to the side, I told myself that evidently, I eventually got bored with the buzzing of the toys and started missing the real thing.

"I just fucked a man to an orgasm," I triumphantly said after I caught my breath, and with his head turned to face me, Cole gave me a smile.

"Yeah, you just did," he admitted without shame and we started laughing.