Her orgasm was a thing of beauty. It started slowly with a pink glow of her body and proceeded without frenzy into a prolonged heat that enveloped both of us. When it passed, she sat vertically again with me still inside her. “Damn, that felt good,” she whispered.
I put my hands on her hips and began to move rapidly inside her. “Are you going to cum?” she asked.
“I need more encouragement,” I admitted.
“I can help. Get behind me,” she instructed.
We rolled over. Abbey got on her knees and I entered her from behind. She felt different in this position. I began to stroke inside her. I felt her vagina squeeze my erection as I pushed and relax as I pulled. After a few moments, I could feel the tingling in the head of my erection that I knew presaged my orgasm. Two minutes later, I pulsed semen against her cervix.
We fell on our sides on the bed and my erection slid slowly out of her as it contracted.
I held Abbey in my arms as our bodies calmed. She pulled my hand around her body and kissed my fingers. “You have a real talent,” she said.
“Yours is better,” I responded.
Over the next hours, we put as much of our combined talents as we could endure into our activities. We were sitting on the bed, me with my legs extended, her legs wrapped around my body and holding each other up as my latest erection relaxed after managing to expel semen inside her again. “Todd, she whispered between our lips as we kissed. “What were you doing with Robin’s ass?”
“Just exploring,” I told her. “I was barely inside her when you knocked on the door.”
“We’re you planning on going further?” she asked.
“Not really,” I confessed. “I don’t think she was in favor of going further either. Why are you asking?”
“I’ve never done anything like that but I can’t seem to not think about it after seeing you with your finger in her ass,” Abbey admitted.
“Truthfully, I’ve never considered it either,” I said. “Are you considering it?”
“Not really. I’m just thinking about it,” Abbey said.
“Would your thinking be more productive with some experience?” I asked.
“Are you volunteering to help me experience it?” she asked.
“I wasn’t thinking about it quite that way,” I said.
“I think you were and I also think you have an ulterior motive,” Abbey insisted. “I could be convinced with the proper incentive,” she added.
“I’m game,” I committed.
“You first,” Abbey said.
“What?” I asked.
“I want to slip my finger into your ass first,” Abbey explained.
I hadn’t considered that. “Why?”
“Of all the things we can do together, it’s the only thing that we both might have the same experience. If I go first, I know what to expect and you know how I’m experiencing it. It might be better for both of us,” Abbey speculated.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” I stated. “What do you want me to do?”
“Get on your knees,” Abbey suggested.
We slid apart and I got on my knees in the middle of the bed. Abbey positioned herself behind me. “Lift your ass,” she instructed. She knelt behind me and spread my cheeks with her hands. “Cute,” she said.
“Cute,” I repeated. “Hardly the adjective I expected when discussing my ass.”