“Felt like forever,” Robin said.
“Years?” I asked.
“Almost from the moment I met you,” she affirmed. “I shouldn’t admit this but I get wet every time we’re in the same room together.”
“And Donte knows?”
“He does.”
“Then what took so long?” I asked.
“Social responsibility, respect and not knowing if you and Mia had similar inclinations,” she said.
“Why now?”
“The game. We bought it two years as an ice breaker,” Robin shared.
“And you didn’t suggest playing it?” I said.
“Cowardice,” she said. “Pure and simple cowardice. We doubted if it was a good idea after all.”
“I’m glad you found the courage.”
“So am I,” Robin confirmed. “Now lay there while I enjoy my third favorite sexual activity after fucking.” She turned around and sucked my cock into her mouth again.
I closed my eyes and relaxed on the bed while Robin demonstrated her cock sucking skills. Ten minutes later, she was impaled on me again. I turned us over, pushed her legs up toward her shoulders and pushed myself as deeply inside her as I could.
“Fuck me hard,” she instructed.
I pounded into her, my testicles slapping against the back of her thighs and cheeks. Robin grunted with each stroke. Her grunts morphed into short yelps. The intensity and tone of her yelps increased until she grabbed my waist, pulled me tightly against her and an orgasm shook her body.
I paused. “No. Don’t stop. Keep going. I’m not done,” Robin cried.
I resumed fucking her. She wasn’t done. She had three more orgasms, each one stronger than the last, until I erupted inside her again.
We collapsed on the bed, breathing hard and kissing when we could. After a few moments, I asked. “What’s your number two favorite sexual activity?”
Robin pushed my head down her body and between her legs. “You’ll figure it out,” she said.
That led to a prolonged sexual session encompassing several positions and three more orgasms, two by Robin. We were lying on the bed with Robin’s head on my thigh while she gently handled the recent source of her pleasure. I rested with my head on Robin’s thigh tracing my fingers over, around and through the creases and folds of her pleasure center. At one point, my finger wandered over her perineum and settled on her rectal sphincter.
“Whoa, cowboy,” whispered Robin. “What are you thinking?”
“Not much,” I hedged. “It’s in the area so I was just curious.”
“It’s there for a purpose,” explained Robin. “It doesn’t usually participate in any other activities.”
“But sometimes it does?” I asked.
“I’ve heard about it for other people but I’ve never tried it,” Robin said.
I pushed my finger against her rectum. “Fuck,” she exclaimed.
“Relax,” I suggested and pushed a little harder with my finger.
“I don’t know,” she said but her position shifted slightly.
My finger slid into her ass up to the first knuckle. “Oh!” she squealed.
Someone knocked on the bedroom door. Robin managed to say “Yes.”
The door opened revealing a naked Abbey. “Mia had a great idea and I agree with her,” Abbey said. “Wait … is your finger in her ass?”
“It is,” responded Robin. “What is your idea?”