A Bit More About... Part 3.
A Little More About O…. Part 3. "Anton and I by mutual consent."
So, Anton and I are sitting on the second floor in a small hall, sipping strong (about 18%) wine. Anton is behaving simply and carefree, while I am still processing the sensations I received during the blowjob I just gave him of my own free will. It turns out that in just about a day, I've plunged into sexual life and gained my first experience, albeit quite unexpected. I was fucked both in the ass and in the mouth, and I enjoyed it and am not at all averse to repeating it. It's a pity I wasn't interested in the specifics of anal and oral sex before - I want to get maximum satisfaction
from my own sensations and give pleasure to my partner. There's no internet or even cell service at the dacha. So, I can't glean knowledge from the web... . I like giving blowjobs, and it's quite clear what should please a man. But with anal, it's unclear; for me, the pleasant sensations only came after sex. The constant feeling of a slight itch and swelling between my buttocks even changed my gait. Now when I walk, I noticeably wiggle my ass and stick it out a bit. How to make the process pleasant not only for Anton but also for myself - I don't understand yet... . And then there are hygiene questions – how to make sure everything is clean inside my butt?Anton, who had just been telling me something about building a pool, suddenly stopped, nudged me in the side – Are you listening to me?
— Yes – I said, although I was preoccupied with my own thoughts.
— Oh! You're quite tipsy – said Anton, let's get to bed already!
Anton leaned over the bedside table, and the towel wrapped around his hips slipped to the floor, and half a meter away, at the level of my face, right before my eyes, was his impressively sized cock; despite its flaccid state, it seemed very long to me, though not exceptionally thick. While I, seizing the opportunity, examined the organ that interested me, Anton ran his palm over my back, reached the edge of the silk kimono, lifted it up, and began stroking and squeezing my exposed ass, moving lower and grabbing the inner surface of my thigh.
His cock began to rise and harden, the head on the long, straight shaft fully opened and swelled. Turning my head, I took it in my lips and began to suck lightly, simultaneously caressing it with my tongue. It was as if I was switched off from reality, and my consciousness began to slowly sink into a viscous, enveloping fog. Anton, without removing his cock from my lips, pulled one of my buttocks aside with one hand, placed a hard, cold bottle against my hole, pressed its head several times, releasing a portion of cool liquid from the protruding nozzle inside me. I realized it was a special lubricant he had brought from the city today along with the sexy outfits for me.
— Do you want to fuck me again? – I asked, releasing the cock from my mouth.
— Yes, sweetie – answered Anton
— Last time it hurt!
— It's okay, endure a little and then you'll feel good! I promise! – he replied, positioning himself on the bed behind me.
Without any internal resistance, I pulled my knees under me, got on all fours, arched my back, and presented my ass, waiting with excitement and fear for my first full consensual coupling with a man.
Some time passed while he got settled behind me.
What am I doing? – a frightened thought flashed through my head, but a desire I didn't yet understand, bolstered by the wine I'd drunk, overpowered caution and fear.
My waiting was interrupted when I felt the warm head of his hard cock sliding up and down between my buttocks, pleasantly tickling my carefully lubricated hole. I tried to relax, freezing in sweet anticipation and overcoming the surging fear. Finally, Anton, guiding his cock with his hand inside me, and I felt the tip of the head begin to enter my hole, and its wide, thick part moved deeper, stretching the ring of my anus, and at one point it hit a narrow obstacle.
Anton leaned over me from behind, grabbing me under the stomach with his hands, fixing my rear so that when I felt pain and momentarily recoiled, turning my ass away from the cock, he immediately pulled it back and pushed the head in again, without using his hands.
— A a a a a… — I whimpered softly from pain and fear and suddenly felt the head, under pressure, having sufficiently widened my anus, slide completely inside my butt.
At that moment, I was overwhelmed by a wild and sweet excitement; I seemed to feel everything at once – Anton's warm palms firmly squeezing my thighs, the head of his cock pushing inside my belly, his hot, long, hard shaft stretching and continuing to work my ass.
Anton, bracing his hands on the bed, leaned over me from above and took the lobe of my ear in his lips, sometimes nibbling it lightly, his stomach rubbing against my back, and his pubic bone slapping my slippery-from-leaked-lube ass with each thrust, driving his cock into me to its full length, to the base. My body, on a wave of ecstasy, responds on its own to the movements of my fucker; my back and ass work in sync with the cock's movements, wanting to take it as deep inside as possible. My overworked prostate reacted with a vigorous release of my juice, which began to trickle out in a thin, viscous stream from the cave of my cock onto the bed. Anton's hoarse breathing and my moans and squeaks, of an unexpectedly high, feminine pitch, practically drown out the quiet rhythmic creaking of the bed under our bodies.
I, pressing my cheek to the bed, bracing myself on my knees with my ass raised high and clutching the sheet spread over the mattress with my outstretched hands, completely surrendered to the sensations of the cock moving inside me, diligently moving my rear in time with the ever-accelerating pace set by Anton.
The wave of ecstasy and love for Anton, for his hands firmly squeezing my thighs, for his body, for his cock, which, fucking my ass, delivers incomparable, incredible pleasure, doesn't let me go; my world narrowed down to one single desire – for this to last as long as possible, longer and longer.
– Anton, Antosha! Darling! More! More! More! Ah! More, please! I want you! I want you! A-a-a-a-h!!! A-a-a-a-h!!! — I writhe under Anton, scratching the sheet with my nails.
— Ugh! Ugh! U-u-u-gh-h-h!!! – Anton exhales hoarsely, powerfully driving his not-short-length pole all the way into my pliant and desire-heated ass.
Finally, Anton's hoarse exhalations turned into a growl, he entered me to the hilt, painfully squeezed my thighs with his hands, and his pulsating cock began to fill me with cum. I thrashed under him with my whole body, fell onto my stomach, sticking my ass up as high as I could, stretched over the cock. Anton piled on top, thrusting his hips, with a squelching sound driving his hot cock into me, squeezed me once more, and went still, breathing heavily and hoarsely into the back of my head. His breathing gradually calmed, and I felt the cock begin to soften, slightly reducing the stretch of my hole and allowing the cum from my stretched-out ass to start running down my thighs and Anton's wet balls.
Although, unlike Anton, I didn't cross the threshold of orgasm, the process itself excited me so much with unusually pleasant sensations that I felt satisfied and incredibly happy.
Wanting to thank Anton for the delivered pleasure, I began to clench and relax my buttock muscles, slightly squeezing and releasing the softened cock inside me. Anton liked my actions and was in no hurry to pull out of my ass. After a while, I felt his cock begin to harden again, once more stretching my little ring, his breathing quickened, and his hips again began to smoothly pump the hardened male organ inside me.
Ah! Ah! A-a-a-h! - I started squeaking again, catching the wave of pleasure.
After lying cuddled with me for a bit, Anton got up, grabbed a towel, and went to the shower. I, lying on my stomach, waited for him to return so I could quickly run to the shower, as my ass, overflowing with cum mixed with lube, could no longer hold so much fluid inside.
Anton, upon returning, handed me paper tissues, and pressing them to my ass, I quickly ran to the shower. There, standing under the streams of water, I washed the cum flowing out of me from my thighs for a long time, and after drying off thoroughly with a towel, I inserted a round hygienic tampon from a package I found in the shower between my buttocks.
When I came out of the shower, Anton was already sitting in the hall sipping wine from a glass. A second glass, for me, stood filled on the table. I don't know how long Anton and I were having sex, but I went to bed completely drunk, and after the shower, I didn't feel drunk at all.
I sat down on the little sofa next to Anton, and responding with my lips to his long kiss, took a glass of wine in one hand, and with the other slipped it under the towel on his hips and grasped his wonderful, desired, now-familiar cock in my palm, which today gave me a lot of pleasure and brought me to a violent orgasm.
To be continued.
Alexbacha,
June, 2025