Pamela Ch. 08: Two Titless Fuckers

I smoothed the cream all around then raided the jar for more to coat her left cheek. Her reaction this time was more subdued but she did tense up at the first touch. I repeated my initial application, moving my hand all around.

"Feel good?" I asked, coating up my fingers once more for a second application. She groaned, telling me everything. I continued for some time, alternating her cheeks, massaging round and round, pressing gently. Slowly but surely, the cream sank into her skin which seemed able to absorb it with relish. On and on I continued, sensing her increasing pleasure at my ministrations as she lay still with her head on the pillows and her eyes closed. Eventually, I patted each of her cheeks in turn, surveying my work.

"That should do it," I mused. "Another dose in the morning I think."

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Do it. Do it between my cheeks, please."

I smiled to myself. I had spent the past few minutes staring intimately at her tight sweet arsehole, my pride and joy and knew that it was only with extreme restraint I hadn't already spread my ministrations.

"OK," I replied, turning once more to the jar of cold cream, "but you'll have to open your legs wide so I can kneel between them and then you'll have to use both hands to pull your cheeks apart to allow me access."

Promptly, she slid both her hands from under the pillow and down to gingerly cup her creamed-up cheeks and ease them apart.

"Oh Miss Hatch," I scolded in mock protest as I moved around the bed and climbed up again to kneel between her legs. "That looks positively pornographic!"

Pamela giggled.

"Take a picture with my iPad so I can see it," she breathed, obviously turned on as hell.

Without a word, I reached across with sticky fingers for her iPad, resting it against her head.

"Password," I stated, and she used a hand to give me access before assuming her pose once more.

Suddenly seized by the sheer eroticism of what I was going to do, Pamela dug her fingertips deeper between her cheeks, spreading apart her tight hole. There was a flash and she knew I had taken the picture.

"Let me see it," she gasped, placing her iPad on the pillow next to her face. "Oh fuck!"

"That's the second time you have expressed yourself like that, Miss Hatch," I scolded as she lifted her head to see the picture. "One more and ..."

"Oh fuck!" she repeated, thrilled and horrified at the same time with her sheer exhibitionism.

"Hands back in place," I instructed. "Why not fold the case so you can see it without holding it?"

She did so and returned her hands onto her arse cheeks, spreading herself wide once more. Coating the two fingers of my right hand once again with the cream I then used it to coat the same two fingers of my left hand then delved into the jar again with my right hand. I was ready, and by the sounds of her moans of frustration, so was she. I began, coating the two unblemished areas first, up and down the crack of her arse on either side of her tight hole, teasing her. Another groan of frustration emanated from her pursed lips so I began to gradually home in on my target, round and round, up and down, round and round. Knowing how close I was, she tensed, holding her breath, desperate for the touch she craved. Hard as iron once more, I tried to keep control of my hands as I caressed her ever closer. I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do when I couldn't get any closer without touching the most intimate part of her fabulous body but what I did know was that I was going to touch it.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped aloud as the tip of the index finger of my right hand finally rested on her trembling sphincter. I rotated it slowly, round and round, caressing the pulsing flesh. Then, as she breathed short and sharp, I pressed it gently down, feeling the resistance. Suddenly, the resistance gave way and my finger slid inside her to the first knuckle. She gasped again, her mouth wide apart, searching for air. I eased my finger deeper, using its increasing thickness to spread her sphincter even more. Then I eased back, almost all the way before pushing it straight back inside her as far as it would reach. She gasped again, now almost besides herself with the sensation. But there was more to come.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as she felt the tip of the index finger of my left hand join its partner inside her arse. Lubricated by the cold cream and copious amounts of her own arousal pouring from her pussy, I slowly began to double finger-fuck her arse. I had had two fingers inside her before but they had been from one hand. This was different, and the sounds coming from her suggested she felt it. Struggling a little to keep my balance, I built up a slow rhythm with both hands, in out, in out, in out, pressing slightly further into her with every thrust. The resistance from her sphincter was, by now, non-existent and as I withdrew with each stroke, I paused with just my tips inside her to ease it apart still further, allowing me to see right inside her.

By now, she was beyond objecting to anything. I had full control of her and she knew it. In out spread, in out spread, in out spread, I continued, feasting my eyes where I adored pushing my cock, revelling in everything I did and could see. I also knew she might, just might, achieve a climax without me touching her pussy. An arse-induced climax would be a first for both of us. Could I push her just far enough to reach one?

I continued to double finger-fuck her for several seconds, revelling in the sounds she was making then eased back again to leave just the tips of both index fingers inside her. I paused and she understood.

"No baby, no!" she gasped as I eased four fingertips inside her at the same time. It was enough. She started to groan, then came that noiseless scream as breathing becomes impossible, her mouth wide open, seeking air which would give vent to her scream of utter pleasure. On and on, far longer than a pussy-induced climax could ever be, she gasped and shuddered, her whole body on fire until, suddenly, it passed away in an instant, leaving her absolutely exhausted. My fingers slipped out of her and, for several moments, her tight hole gaped wide open. I rolled over, trying not to rest my weight on her leg, to lie alongside her, my face in hers.

"You OK?" I asked, with more than a hint of concern. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled. I relaxed and kissed her lightly on the lips before rolling onto my back and closing my eyes. For several moments, neither of us spoke, both resting quietly with our own thoughts. At last, she reached over and touched the tip of my nose with a finger.

"I think we've probably had enough for one day," she whispered. "Or at least I have. That was simply fabulous. I've never cum like that before. Is there no end to your imagination?"

I laughed a knowing laugh.

"Oh I've still got one or two ideas we might try out," I teased, "but not today. Shower time I think."

"Yes," she agreed, rolling off the bed to head for the bathroom.