Unbearable pleasure

The walls of the room were upholstered in pink silk, making it seem hotter here than it actually was.

The fire crackled dryly in the marble maw of the fireplace, blocked by an ornate iron grate, and its reddish reflections danced across the pink walls like phantasmagoric visions.

He gently lowered his adult lover to the floor. His chest heaved from running, a lock of black, curly hair fell across his eyes.

Louise tugged at the belt of her robe, and the heavy terry cloth quickly slid from his shoulders to his feet.

Without delay, Pavlusha pulled the hem of her dress upward, and the young woman obediently raised her arms, helping to get rid of the clothing.

They stood facing each other completely naked, happy in their youth and the anticipation of the sweet pleasures of sexual union.

The youth was the first to break their enchanted stupor, reaching out a hand to Louise's soft breast.

She involuntarily lowered her eyes and gasped: the colossal shaft was already standing vertically, the foreskin had slid back from the crimson glans, and below, huge, swollen balls, heavy with the sperm filling them, swayed heavily.

— Wait, I'll lube you up," said Louise, retrieving a small tube of gel from the mantelpiece.

The transparent, viscous liquid coated his entire member with a shiny, thin film, like patina.

Meanwhile, his mistress turned her back to him and climbed into the soft rocking chair, kneeling on the seat and pressing her chest against the backrest. The chair rocked threateningly forward, as if trying to throw off the excited rider.

But Pavlusha's strong hand had already grabbed one of the chair's armrests, stopping the woman's imminent fall.

— No foreplay!" Louise commanded, half-turning. "I'm still completely open from our morning coupling.

She spread her full, flawlessly smooth and round buttocks with both hands, presenting to the youth's gaze the very opening in question.

It indeed gaped open and therefore looked like the crater of a small volcano. A swollen rim framed the pink folds in the center of which the interior of her rectum was visible. From the reddish reflections of the tongues of flame and the pink glow of the silk walls in the living room, the round opening seemed crimson.

— Don't stick your little hole out like that, Louise, you're scaring me," Pavlusha said in a voice hoarse with excitement.

In response, the woman strongly clenched her sphincter muscles, and the gaping hole instantly closed, like the diaphragm of a camera lens, turning the recently opened orifice into a shiny muscular knot of regular shape.

— Is that better?" she asked, continuing to play with her trained anal muscle, now opening it, now closing it again, making it seem as if her lustful hole was winking slyly at the youth, tired of waiting for the powerful penetration into the anal depths of his adult lover to finally be accomplished.

— Well, hold on!" Pavlusha grabbed his giant member in his fist and aimed it at Louise's playful anus.

Despite the apparent mismatch in size, all 27 centimeters immediately slid smoothly between the convex white buttocks all the way to the hilt, until his curly pubis was stopped by her elastic rear.

— Oo-o-o-f!" Louise's eyes widened.

She felt herself filled with male flesh to the limit again, and a sweet sensation of weightlessness began to spread from her numbing nipples throughout her chest and down to the blazing base of her abdomen, where the glowing, slippery clitoris was already pushing its excited head out from under the folds of its swollen hood.

Pavlusha unclenched the fingers of his right hand, and the chair rocked forward, carrying Louise with it, whose anus slid as a soft ring along the shiny skin of the phallus, entwined with blue, swollen veins.

When the ring encountered the expanded, gill-like edges of the glans, it stretched even wider to the sides, but a fraction of a second before his member was ready to jump out of Louise's escaping tightness, the youth stopped the chair with a confident hand and rocked it in the opposite direction, sliding the hot and slippery, exquisitely tight sheath back onto his own member.

— A-a-a!" the young woman squeezed the back of the chair with all her might.

Pavlusha's stiff pubic curls scratched the thin skin of her buttocks.

He released the armrest again, and the chair smoothly moved forward, exposing his member, shiny with lube.

Stop. The chair slowly moved back.

Forward again. And back again.

Louise tightly closed her eyelids, focusing on her own sensations.

As always during anal sex, especially with such a large penis as Pavlusha's, she felt an unbearable urge to go to the toilet for a bowel movement. But she knew that this very feeling was the harbinger of a powerful anal orgasm. She had to relax and tense her intestines in time, as is done during defecation, and then gradually the black, insane wave of animal pleasure would approach, incomparable to anything, even the most acute sensation from clitoral or vaginal stimulation.

The main thing was to open up like a flower to meet the invading member, and to squeeze it with the fist of her sphincter muscles during the reverse movement. And so, time after time, clenching and relaxing, one could finally achieve complete oblivion of sexual ecstasy.

Pavlusha had already come once in the morning, so now he could last significantly longer.

He methodically rocked the chair back and forth, impaling and removing the young woman from his firmly erect member. A certain mechanical quality appeared in his movements.

Suddenly, a knot in the fireplace cracked loudly, which in the complete silence of the living room sounded like a sharp pistol shot.

Pavlusha flinched and missed the moment when he needed to catch the chair falling forward.

— Ow!" Louise cried out.

She barely had time to pull her hands back and press her face into the soft cushion of the backrest when the chair crashed down with a thud, tipping over and throwing off the depraved mistress of the house, who was indulging in perverted sex with her young neighbor at the dacha while her husband was away on a business trip abroad.

Pavlusha froze in fright in the middle of the room.

Fortunately, the soft Persian rug and the cushions of the rocking chair significantly cushioned the fall, and Louise was completely unharmed.

As soon as she realized this, she was seized by hysterical, silent laughter, contorting her whole body in mad convulsions. She rolled on the floor and burst into full-throated laughter, unable to stop.

A minute later, her ringing laughter was joined by the booming baritone of her young lover.

— Ha-ha-ha!" echoed throughout the living room.

— O-ho-ho-ho!" Tears welled up in Pavlusha's eyes from laughter.

Several minutes passed in mad merriment, then they seemed to begin to calm down after the unexpected release.

At that moment, Louise got on all fours, rising from the fallen chair, and suddenly, to her own surprise, loudly passed gas from the air that had accumulated in her intestines, undoubtedly pumped there by the piston-like movements of the penis.

They were seized by an even stronger fit of hysterics.

Pavlusha gasped for air and held his stomach, doubled over in three. His glorious erection vanished, and his member dangled helplessly in the air like a large, long sausage.

The noise in the living room attracted the maid; she quietly opened the door a crack and peered through the narrow slit at her naked mistress, kneeling by the overturned chair, and the young man, still a youth, endowed, as she immediately noticed, her eyes widening in amazement, with a huge male instrument of proper proportions, gleaming in the bright reflections of the fire from the lube covering it from the thick glans all the way to the root.

The maid licked her suddenly parched lips and gave herself the task of seizing a moment to get to know the gifted youth more closely.

— O-oh!" Pavlusha collapsed onto the sofa, wiping away tears. "Now let's go skating.

— But we didn't finish," Louise replied, still giggling weakly.

— Later. I can't right now, I'll keep remembering and laughing. We still have the whole evening ahead. Your husband isn't flying in until tomorrow, right?

— Tomorrow, tomorrow!" the young woman grumbled discontentedly. "You promised me ten times, but it will only be seven, right?

— Okay, tonight I'll fuck you three times," the youth declared confidently. "We'll get back to seven and fuck for three hours, until ten in the evening, agreed?

— I'll think about it," his lover murmured, pouting.

She walked over to the fireplace and took a photograph of her husband from the marble shelf. Pressing it to her chest, Louise walked with it along the room several times, then loudly kissed the portrait in the frame and carefully placed it back in its spot.

— I love my husband very much," she informed Pavlusha, who was watching this entire procedure in amazement.

— And I miss him very much and am waiting for him. So I can't let you go so early. We will have sex for four hours: from seven to eleven. And for now, you will insert a leather dildo into my ass so I won't be so bored at the skating rink.

Louise left the living room and returned two minutes later, carrying a large leather dildo in a harness of thin straps with modern Velcro fasteners.

The young woman got on all fours in front of the sofa, and her young lover inserted the black, glossy, gleaming monster completely into her softened anus.

Louise herself passed the straps between her legs and around her waist, carefully tightening the girth and connecting the Velcro.

She stood up and walked around the living room. Her gait changed slightly; she had to walk with her legs wider apart.

— Divine!" Louise informed the youth, who was watching her movements from the sofa. "I don't even know how I'm going to skate.

— It's fine, if it becomes completely unbearable, we'll come back from the rink an hour earlier," Pavlusha reassured her.

He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom to get dressed.