Authors: Meredith McClain
Tags: #Anthology, #Erotic Fiction, #Novellas, #Romance
His head positioned right over her gushing dripping love spot. Raising his dark fingers, he parted her juicy pink pussy lips, her sex pores in her vulva showing obvious arousal. Spender sniffed and dived down to the softest meal ever enjoyed by man. His tongue gently licked up the pool of pussy juice around her opening. He furrowed his tongue and dipped into her honey pot once, twice. Then three times. Selja opened her eyes.
Selja couldn't continue her sleep act any longer. "I can't believe it. You're real! Tell me you’re real!"
"I'm really in love with you, Selja." He lowered his head and kept licking. He flattened his tongue and lapped at her cunt faster. Then slower. He circled her love space, outside her labia lips. His tongue reached and licked her clitoral hood, just on top, around the side. He carefully avoided directly touching her pearl queen.
She let her hands move forward. Don't stop! Lick harder. Faster! She grabbed his head almost involuntarily and held it up higher so Spencer's fast darting tongue focused on her clit. Selja stiffened and pressed her black lover's face down, covered now in her love juices. She rocked him up and down her steamy groove until she came. She relaxed and dropped back to the bed.
Spencer's low masculine voice caressed her ears. "I knew you'd give yourself to me first. My virgin."
Selja startled, but played it off. "This was just Spencer's lines. He didn't know she was a virgin. He couldn't. He didn't. He guessed!
Spencer smoothly slid up her body and his face met hers. Selja opened her eyes again, drawn by the pungent smell of her own salty sex, her new sex scent. Her womanly scent. Spencer's breath smelled like mint. He placed his lips to her neck and kissed it. He kissed the hallow of her neck as she waited. He kissed left and then right and entered her in one huge never-ending thrust.
Selja threw back her head and moaned. A real moan of lust. Her eyes closed and her pretty tongue and teeth showing she'd entered the realm of sexual ecstasy as Spencer filled her up again and again. Selja rolled her eyes back into her head. Further... stars danced behind her eyes. She was coming at last; not alone but with a real man. A black man! How could she let him go? She wouldn't let go.
She grabbed Spencer's head and brought his ear close and whispered: “ I'm in love with you Spencer Helms. Upon first seeing the promotional DVD, I've loved you! Don't disappoint me. Say you love me! Say it!”
Spencer kept humping, arching his black hips and driving them forward into Selja's opening, expanding, stretching her love cleft. Her inner cunt flaps caressing his thick black meat, riding his slick erection as it entered deep inside her. Her inner lips clinging to his manhood as it left her pussy. The agony of him departing and the bliss of him returning, giving himself to her over and over continued until they both exploded in real cries of passion and exhaustion.
Selja opened her blue eyes and stared at Spencer's brown hungry eyes.
"Did you mean what you said, Selja?"
"Every word. Every syllable. Every feeling."
"I meant every word, syllable and feeling too, Selja. I'm ready for love with lust." Spencer pulled himself out and a pool of silvery man genes poured from her virgin snatch.
Selja lay there waiting. Needing another cock.
"Thanks for waking up the Swedish Goddess, because I want her doggy style." Tyeson crawled on the bed. "Come to me baby. Doggy style."
Selja flashed a naughty smile; she didn't know where her smile came from but it felt good. She rolled on her elbows and knees and peered over her back. This high enough for you, dream lover number two?"
"Perfect!" He put his mocha hands on her lily white hips.
Selja grew keenly aware how lewd the position seemed. Her cunt juices and Spencer's sac gism ran down her legs, but she didn't care. She lowered her platinum blonde head to the bed pillow, her long hair covered her face from the prying camera man Lars circling around the side of the bed. She wanted Tyeson's thicker, shorter fire plug cock. Six-and-half inches of log meat. She prepared herself and bit her lips. Tyeson gently entered an inch. No more.
Selja pushed back hard. The sudden pain gave way to pleasure.
"I'm almost home, Selja Baby," Tyeson said.
Selja bit the pillow. Could she take more? How good it felt. She twisted her hips, churning around his fire plug dick. She literally screwed his drill cock into her hungry sex.
"That's it baby. Fuck me. Forget about everyone else."
That's what they did for six furious minutes.
Next, Zack laid Selja on her side. He pressed her knees and legs together and humping from above he fucked her again, resulting in more precious man goo mixed with clear slippery girl gism minutes later.
After Zack withdrew, a large pool wet the white sheet. The audience members bit their tongues. Some men palmed their sex. Lars walked around astonished she lasted and didn't bolt and run. His manhood was so hard now he had to get Ericka to suck him off, so he could move holding the camera again.
Selja knew she caused all this commotion. She was a porn star. She loved sex. She crawled onto of Zack's hips. She hovered over his fucktoy, his hard long thin cock. She let all her come run out of her and lube Jason's cock. Then Selja fucked him like a pro.
Spencer looked forlorn with want.
Selja winked at him as if to say, Spencer, Hon, this is just business. But between you and me, Spencer it's love, not sex. Wait for me.
Spencer's bright white teeth smiled showing he got the message. He and Selja were now an item.
Mirjo standing next to Aulis massaged his taut manhood "I think Spencer's found the true love of his life, Aulis." She nodded.
Aulis opened his eyes wider, to normal size. "Yes. I believe so. I don't care long as the stud comes to work every day. They can fuck or love whatever they want."
Selja threw her hips down onto Jason's straining hard penis one last time and he blew off. His long penis bubbled a fresh river of white cum up her opening, cooling her internal furnace, but not putting it out.
After it was over, Mirjo whispered, "You desire more I bet?"
Selja whispered back as they walked to her dressing room, "I sure do. But luckily we make a shorter fuck film for the Internet sites tomorrow."
Mirjo laughed. "You're going to do just fine."
"I'm in love with Spencer. So don't worry about him not showing up for work again."
"I see."
"It's real, Mirjo."
"I believe so.”
"We believe so. And that's all that matters," Selja said with a laugh as she left for the shower.
***
Amy let out a sigh of relief as she walked in the last room. Cleaning the house was a chore she liked to get finished as quickly as she could after her husband, Chris, left for his office each morning. His study was always the place she ended the work.
The forty year old couple had been together for just over a year and moved in together after their recent wedding. They were still adjusting to their new life and with Chris making good money it meant that Amy could give up the job she had grown to dislike to become a home maker.
It was a role she enjoyed although housework wasn’t exactly her favorite task. She ran the vacuum cleaner over the floor first and then went to sit down. There were documents on the desk and she decided to put them in the drawer before she started dusting the wooden surface. Reaching for the handle she pulled to find the drawer locked, but a grin passed over her face. Sliding her hand under the desk, her fingers sought out the small box she knew was there.
Amy was unsure if her husband knew that she’d found his secret hiding place and wondered if he would be mad at her for opening the box to take out the key. She always made sure to replace things exactly as she found them so she suspected that he didn’t know that she could get the drawer open even if he locked it. She noted the documents that were on the desk before gathering them up to put them inside the opened drawer. She then closed it before spraying some polish on the desk and running the duster over it.
Amy was quickly finished and opened the drawer again to take out the documents so that she could put them back in place on the desk. The flash of color caught her attention and she couldn’t resist the temptation to take a closer look.
She dumped the documents she was holding on the desk and reached back in the drawer. The glossy feel of the magazine when her fingers touched on it told her it was something different and her eyes narrowed as she dragged it from the bottom of the drawer. She wasn’t one for cursing, but on this occasion almost let one out.
“Oh fu…,” she exclaimed as she looked at the magazine.
The woman on the cover was scantily clad, with the panties and bra barely concealing what was below. It was the name of the magazine that caught Amy’s attention though. She suspected that
Anal Angels
could be a magazine about only one thing and saw that she was correct as she quickly flicked through the pages. It seemed that her husband was harboring a secret fetish.
She rifled through the drawer to see more splashes of color that were obviously not work documents and pulled out another three magazines. All had anal in the title and it confirmed that her husband had a kink that he kept quiet about.
The pair of them shared a healthy love life and the sex between them had always been good. Apart from the odd squeeze and stroke, he’d never shown any real interest in her butt though although if his choice of magazine was anything to go by he obviously had a thing for soft rounded cheeks and what they hid.
“Well, let’s have a look at what the interest is,” Amy said quietly as she reached out to the first magazine to take a better look through it.
She opened up to the sight of the cover girl gradually shedding her underwear and ending up naked on her hands and knees. There were then a series of shots of the cute model’s exposed puckered hole as she spread herself open for the camera.
“Fuck me…,” Amy exclaimed and this time didn’t hold back in letting out the curse. She wasn’t exactly a prude although had never given a lot of thought to anal sex and none of the men in her life prior to Chris had shown any interest in it. The sight of the woman piqued her interest though and she couldn’t help looking through more of the magazine.
The photo-sets of the pretty models generally followed the same theme and all ended up on their hands and knees with their rounded cheeks spread open to show what the readers of the magazine were obviously fantasizing about.
“Dirty man,” she said as she thought of her husband staring at the girls, but there was a flash of excitement at the thought of him getting turned on looking at the pictures.
Amy shifted uncomfortable in the seat as a prickle of heat came to life between her thighs.
My husband is not the only one that’s dirty
she thought, but seeing the pictures had opened her eyes to something new and she wanted to see more.
The second magazine was more explicit than the first and the tingle between her thighs made her shuffle around on the seat. The photo-sets of men and women were a turn on that she found herself liking. Amy let out a gasp when she saw the first picture of a strong erection pressing on a tiny puckered hole.
“Oh my,” she said as she stroked her fingertips on the picture, but she then turned the page quickly.
The sight of the tight hole being spread open and penetrated brought out a rush of breath, but she kept turning over to see more as the man used the woman’s asshole. The close up of her face seemed to show pain and pleasure and she found herself musing on what it would feel like. She let out a gasp as the final pictures in the set showed the man’s thick cock exploding all over the woman’s buttocks.
Amy was all too aware of the rush of heat that was spreading through her body. It grew in intensity as she continued looking through the magazine and the idea started to form in her mind.
“No way…,” she said out loud, but curiosity was taking hold in her mind.
She picked up the magazines and walked out of the study. Making her way up the stairs she went to the bedroom and threw the magazines down on the mattress before moving to the dressing table. She picked up a bottle of hand cream and walked back to the bed.
Amy released the zipper of her skirt to let it slide to her ankles and then stepped out of it. She contemplated whether she should go on, but the thought of the pictures and her growing interest made her lie down on the bed. Opening up one of the magazines she started to look through it again.
The sight of an anal penetration sent a shiver trickling along her spine and she put the magazine down. It freed up her hands and she was instantly aware of just how wet she was when she placed her fingers on her panties. She wriggled around as she stroked a touch along the outline of her pussy lips and the material went from being moist to being soaked.
It was a while since she'd masturbated and the flush of pleasure she was getting from it pushed her on to more. She worked her hand to the waistband of her panties and lifted her butt so that she could drag them lower.
When she took them off she slipped her hand back between her thighs and enjoyed the touch on her naked skin. Her breathing became ragged as she teased her fingertips around her slick entrance and pushed inside. It made her body buck up from the bed as her muscles tightened and she slid her fingers deeper in the soft wetness.
Amy groaned as she stroked her fingers in and out. She was driving herself ever closer to an orgasm as she sped up the rhythm, but she dragged her fingers back out before she got to a moment of bliss. Grabbing a pillow, she slipped it under her lower back to lift her butt up.
Shudders started to ripple through her body as she slid a touch from her pussy down lower. It pushed between her ass cheeks and she enjoyed the moment of really touching her asshole sexually for the first time in her life. The surge of excitement brought out more violent shudders and she looked at the picture beside her as she brushed her fingertips back and forth over her puckered hole.
“Only one way to find out,” she mouthed quietly as she looked at the way the porn model’s asshole was being spread open.
Pulling her touch away from her butt she grabbed at the bottle of hand cream. She used so much that her skin was slippery when she touched on it again. Amy groaned as she teased her asshole and gradually applied some pressure. She tried to relax as her ass muscles tensed and resisted her efforts, but she finally managed to spread herself open. The slight pain of penetration was followed by an incredible rush of heat and her groans got louder.
Closing her eyes tightly she pushed a touch further inside. It left her gasping for breath as she played and she held her finger deep before she started to stroke it slowly in and out. The arousal spread through her like wildfire and she started to buck up from the bed. The hand cream lubricated the way to a faster rhythm as she worked her finger in and out until her body was alive.
Her eyes were fixed on the anal porn magazine as she brought her free hand to her clit. She pressed on it as she continued to finger fuck her asshole until the thrill of it overwhelmed her. The climax was intense when it burst into life and she felt the tightening of her butt muscles as they clamped around the penetration of her finger. She fucked it deep as her orgasm hit its high and couldn’t hold in the cry of delight.
Amy writhed around as the pure bliss of the moment wrapped around her and held her in its sensual grip. Her shudders slowly died away though as she came back down and she pulled her finger out as she lay gasping for breath. She wondered if her husband had sampled the enjoyment of anal sex and suspected he had.
“Not with me he hasn’t though,” she said quietly as the fantasies started to play out in her mind.
She briefly considered putting the magazines back and not revealing that she had found out about his fetish, but knew it was too late for that. She’d enjoyed the touch of her finger and the temptation to try and get more was too much to resist.
Getting up from the bed, she got dressed again. She placed the magazines on the bedside cabinet and got on with the rest of her day. This started with some grocery shopping at a nearby store before she came back to have something to eat.
Her attempts to read a book then watch some television came to nothing as her mind remained on other things. She watched the clock as the minutes and hours ticked by. Chris usually came home at seven to find her being a cook in the kitchen, but on this day she planned for him to come home to a slut in the bedroom and smiled at the thought.
When the time got to six, Amy started to make her preparations. The quick shower was refreshing and when she sat at the dressing table she toweled her hair dry. She was about to run a brush through it, but decided to just use her fingers and create a tousled look. The towel around her body slipped down as she was doing this, but she didn’t bother putting it back in place and left her breasts exposed. Her gaze settled on them and when she finished she cupped her hands around them.
The touch made her shiver. She knew her husband liked playing with them, but suspected his attention would be on something else when he got home. Releasing her grip, she stroked her fingertips across her smooth cheek. She was never one for wearing a lot on makeup, but decided on this occasion to go for a sexier look. The light purple eye shadow emphasized the blueness of her eyes and the dark mascara brought attention to them.
Amy bronzed her cheeks and went heavy with the crimson lipstick to finish the look before picking up a bottle of perfume to spray it all over her body. She then moved to the wardrobe to choose an outfit. The pink satin and mesh lingerie gown was mid-thigh length. The sheer material gave a hint of what was below and she liked the look when she slipped it on. The satin was nice against her skin and she stroked her hands from her breasts to her hips. A glance at her watch showed that it was now twenty minutes before seven and she hurried to finish in case her husband came back early.
The darkness of evening was drawing in and Amy took some scented candles from a drawer in the bottom of the wardrobe. She placed them in glass holders and lit them as she positioned them around the room. The soft flickering light gave the room a romantic atmosphere that brought out her anticipation of what was to come. She moved to the bedside cabinet and picked up the magazines to open them at pictures and place them on the bed.
Amy then lay down among them and waited. It was five minutes before seven when she heard the key in the lock. Her nervous tension grew at just what her husband’s reaction would be, but it was too late to back out. She heard her name being called and guessed Chris had walked into the kitchen to find it empty. The noise from downstairs showed that he was looking for her and she put her hand on her chest when the sound of footsteps on the stairs came to her.
“Amy, are you here?” Chris said as he walked through the bedroom door. “What the…,” he went on as he stopped in his tracks. The aroma of the candles hit him and he glanced around before his gaze settled on his wife. He moved closer, but then stopped again as he caught sight of the magazines.