Blake Michaels: Ass Reaming

"Oh, Bill, it's wonderful. Give it to me, lover. Fuck my ass; screw my hole; plow it. Do anything, but make it feel good up there," I moaned as I increased the tempo of my strokes to meet his.

"You're gonna get it!" he shouted over the sounds of the shower in the little stall. "It's gonna fly any second now…"

"Please… please don't!" I shouted back to him, clinging to him and trying to calm him, but actually contributing to his excitement.

"I can't baby, you're too much for me. Here it is… take it… take it… "

"Oh, shit," I screamed, clawing his legs. "I'm coming too. Aaaghhh… Ooohhh… "

As I said this, my own juices started to flow, and there were a few moments when my head was spinning so badly that I really had no understanding of where I was. The only thing I was conscious of was my writhing both under this hot shower and up against a hairy, horny man. "Oh, I don't want to quit… I want more… lots more… " My voice trailed off as I continued to lunge up against the unretreating pole of meat before me.

"Tell you what," he said. "Let's cool down and perhaps a little later! can get you what you want. Okay?"

"Do you mean it?"

"Of course I mean it, you dumb ass! You're so cock hungry you can't even understand me."

"Oh, yes I can," I answered quickly, maintaining the rhythm of my thrusts against his groin. "It's just that I don't want to stop now."

"Well, you're going to have to," he answered. "Don't worry, I'll get you more… "

"That's what I want," I cut in, "More, lots more… "

"Hold still," he said quickly, pulling my hips up against him. "Lean back… way back… that's it, now spread your legs."

I did as I was told, wondering what he had in store for me.

"Don't worry, you won't slip. I've got hold of you, There… that's it… now don't move. Just relax… relax… "

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Never mind. Just relax… that's it, let that hole go soft for me… just loosen it up… don't try to hold my cock with your ass, baby, it's not going anywhere.

I tried my best to comply, but I couldn't get over the feeling of slipping toward the floor, even though I knew I wasn't. It was just the position I was in, with my legs spread wide, my head thrown back and my breasts pointing straight upward.

Bill stood behind me, his groin still pressed hard against mine, his stiff tool sunk to the hilt up my hot and dripping ass hole.

In a few moments, it happened. I felt the sudden surge of head deep in my ass hole and immediately knew he was pissing up in me: cleaning me with his own body. The thought of it excited me and I let a moan escape from my lips.

"Like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, as his stream came full force, flushing me completely out.

"It's heavenly," I moaned, not moving a muscle and relaxing as much as I possibly could.

"It feels good to you, baby, just think how good it feels for me," he said, holding me steady.

"I can only imagine." I responded, quickly and passionately. I didn't want to miss any of the fantastic feelings of pleasure going through my body.

The warmth of his urine seemed to creep through my whole rear area, and rather than calm me, it excited me even more. How was I ever to be satisfied? I had no idea.

After what seemed like ages, I could feel the pressure of the flow subside, then come in forceful spurts as he forced the last few drops up into me. And then he was free of me.

"Now," he said fatalistically, "let's shower and see what the day is planning for us."

Our shower finished, and breakfast, such as it was, out of the way, we were ready for fate and her bag of surprises. And it wasn't long before she played her first card. There was a knock at the door.

"Wonder who that might be," Bill said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist while heading for the door. I, in the meantime, dashed for the bathroom and closed the door.

I could hear muffled men's voices.

"Kim, you can come out, now," I heard as soon as the door closed.

I came out and found no one there, aside from Bill.

"Who was it? "I asked.

"Oh, just one of the fellows from the building. He dropped by to see what was happening."

"Where did he go?" I prodded.

But before Bill could answer, there he stood! He had come from the kitchen. Quickly I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and held it in front of me.

"It's okay, baby. He's seen a nude broad before. In fact, you might even like him," Bill went on. "Bruce, this is Kim. Kim, this is, of course, Bruce," he said, bowing deeply.

"Hi!"

"Hi, yourself," I responded, blushing somewhat. "The least you could have done, Bill, was told me he was still here!" I said sharply.

"But, baby, didn't you say just a little while ago that you wanted some more cock?" he asked, faking seriousness behind his smile.

"Well… "

"Well, here some more is," he cut in, "And a whole lot more it is, let me tell you!"

Bruce, in the meantime, had taken a seat on the couch next to me. He calmly looked at my nude form, I could see he liked what he saw.

"What have you two been up to," I heard him ask in a low, masculinely sultry voice.

"Oh, nothing," responded Bill. "We just finished breakfast a little while ago."

"At this time of day?"

"Well, we sort of slept late, and by the time we got cleaned up and all, it was already past noon. But what the hell, it's Saturday. What's planned for the afternoon?" he asked me.

I was caught unprepared for such abruptness. My face flushed and I didn't know what to say.

"Well… There are some things I've got to do today, and I do have a slight headache," I said. "I guess it's from the drinking last night." I finished.

"Oh, I can take care of that," Bruce answered with a slight glint in his eye. He went to the bathroom and soon returned with a little white box. He took two tiny pink pills from it and handed them to me.

"What are these?" I asked.

"They're what my doctor gives me for a big head," he answered easily. "They're much better than the usual stuff," he went on, with a twinkle in his eye.

Taking him at his word, I downed them with a swig of coffee from the cup still nearby. "Could I at least have a robe or something?" I asked.

"You really don't want one, do you? You have such a beautiful body," Bruce said.

"Of course I do!" I snapped, still somewhat embarrassed.

"What say we all have a short drink," he interrupted.

Bill didn't even wait for an answer. He quickly disappeared into the kitchen where he poured three straight shots. He returned and passed them out.

Bruce took one without hesitation, but I wasn't quite sure I wanted to start drinking this early. Besides, I wasn't comfortable in this situation and really wanted to get out of it. I didn't really have a headache. I had just said that, hoping they'd let me bow out gracefully.

But seeing that it wasn't going to be that easy, I downed my drink with the two men. The sudden heat from the drink burned as it went down my throat, and seemed to set me a little more at ease.

"Come on, baby, let Bruce see those beautiful boobs of yours,' Bill said, quickly snatching the cushion away from me. I was totally unprotected, and it was difficult to appear relaxed.

I glanced quickly at Bruce, who was smiling. "Yeah, you've got yourself something here, Bill," he said. "I guess you've already tasted it, huh?"

"You bet your stud cock I have," he smiled back. "She wouldn't still be here if I didn't like it."

"How is it, Kim?" Bruce asked me.

"How is what?" I asked, not knowing what the hell he was talking about.

"You know, how's eating?"

"Eating?"

"You know, how's he at eating?"

"Eating?"

"You know how's he at eating?" Bruce persisted.

I flushed when I realized what he was referring to. "All well… "