Adventures With My Angel

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Angel and I have been going out for three months now, and I must say she lives up to her name. She’s a divine presence in my life and in my bed. Not that she’s pure and remote, because she’s far from that. Wanton and adventurous is more like it. An earth angel, if need be. Our sex shimmers and shouts, as we’re deeply in love and ever compatible in our desires. Each wet time wild together feels new, like arriving at a lush valley or peak we haven’t seen before. A place to dance and embrace, ravish and surprise. She takes me there, and her I.

What first attracted me, of course, was Angel’s looks, but also the confidence and joy expressed by her face and body. Physically, she’s right out of my dreams. I’ve always fantasized about small women, and Angel is perfect: five foot three, blonde, ample pear shaped breasts peaking in long brown nipples, and astounding curves honed by exercise. I look at her every chance I get, whether she’s at work or play or even asleep. Naked also of course, especially when a summer tan sets off her golden hair. She has the loveliest, most intelligent face, with high cheekbones, smiling blue eyes, and expressive lips that melt my heart and stay on my mind. I just have to be with her, next to her, inside her.

Until recently, our lovemaking has centered on my pleasuring her. She’s so good looking and responsive that my first desire has been to kiss and touch her everywhere, and bury my face between her legs. Her pussy tastes like heaven, an irresistible blend of musk and honey, cinnamon and red wine, fresh cream and flowers. On one occasion she tasted unusually sweet. Licking more frantically I discovered that she had put honey inside for me to find! That’s the kind of inventive fun that overwhelms us in bed. As I lick and fuck her she comes so many times we lose count. She also sucks my cock better than any other woman I’ve slept with, and likes going 69 as much as me. But my favorite thing so far has been simply to adore her from head to toe.

A month or so ago Angel started asking what more we could do, how she might please me. Finding it hard to share my deeper desires, I just suggested she take hints from what I did to her. Since my behavior lately had emphasized intercourse and cunnilingus from behind, I hoped she might think of putting me in the same position: on all fours with my ass up for her to do, well, lots of things.

To be honest, my dream woman isn’t just petite, beautiful, and strong. Since I was twelve, my masturbatory fantasies have often turned to the idea of being dominated, of having a woman act almost like a man with me. My recurring teenage fantasy involved capture and restraint by a tribe of tan, long haired, and scantily clad warrior women who tied me up, spanked me, and made me lick their pussies. They’d also stick things up my ass, usually fingers though once I dreamed that these Amazon beauties alternated between having pussies and cocks. I was fucking one of them and then another came from behind, her tits brushing against my back and her cock sliding up into my anus, which became a pussy and then my anus again. That night I woke with my belly and the sheets slick with come, one of the few wet dreams I remember having.

I didn’t have the nerve to tell Angel that story. How do you tell a woman you’d like her take to control and love your ass the way you love her tits and pussy? How do you admit a secret desire to be tied up, or told you’re a bad boy and paddled, or especially, to have her lick and penetrate your asshole? I hadn’t figured that out, or if I should even try. It was a little frustrating, but I made up by worshipping her body even more, thinking she might get the idea if I intensified my attention to her ass.

One night while licking her pussy from behind, I was overcome with desire for Angel’s puckered little asshole. I asked her to move from the bed onto the big armchair in our bedroom. There I had her kneel away from me, head down while presenting her wet, open sex and her anus to plain view and open access. Women are even more guarded about their assholes than their vaginas, so the sight of my lover in this vulnerable position was terribly exciting. It suggested willingness to offer me everything, to hide nothing. After reveling in the moment, I ran my hands over Angel’s shapely twin globes, admiring her lovely brown hole. It was so sexy that I had to taste it.

“You’re so beautiful, Angel,” I said. “I need you so much. I want all of you, to kiss every inch of your body. Angel, I want to kiss your asshole.”

Angel moved slightly, as if surprised, and was silent. “Do it baby,” she said at last.

I knelt forward and touched Angel’s anus with the tip of my tongue, tasting, then flickering against its initial resistance. I then grasped and stroked her buttocks while happily running the whole surface of my tongue up her pussy, over the perineum and anus, and beyond, descending back through the gap and up again, several times, until she gasped and moaned, saying my name over bahis firmalar─▒ and over. I imagined her thinking oh he’s licking me, he’s licking me there, he must love me and accept me, he won’t let me hide at all, he wants me completely open to his lust; this is so forbidden and exotic; it feels so good too, having my asshole licked. I then imagined her becoming a little embarrassed because she impatiently shifted her position. Or perhaps she wanted some other loving now, to have me lick her pussy or maybe just slip my big hard cock inside her cunt. I could understand because I had those desires too. But I wasn’t done; I hadn’t had my fill of licking her asshole so I wouldn’t accept the significant shifting of knees and lowering of her back that I was supposed to interpret and comply with as the sign that she wanted to move on to something else. No, I was going to lick until I was satisfied that this was really happeningÔÇöthat I was actually licking a woman’s assholeÔÇölicking the asshole of the woman I love.

It was an incredible experience. Later Angel said, “Baby, that was great! I never knew. Is that what you want me to do to you?” I told her I’d like it very much. “What else?”

All my desires welled up in me, yearning to be expressed. I wanted Angel’s fingers up my ass, but I wasn’t ready to ask. I was courageous enough, however, to suggest entering her anally.

She was a little startled. “No, I don’t think I’d like that. It felt good having my butt licked, but having your penis . . . no, that’s too much. I’d be scared.”

“Do you think I’m weird?” I asked.

“No,” Angel said. “It’s ok. Is there anything else? Really, you can tell me anything. You’d don’t need to be ashamed, or worry that how I feel about you will change. I want us to communicate honestly about everything.”

I almost blurted out fuck me up the ass. Instead I said, “Maybe you could spank me.”

Angel laughed and I feared what she might say. But she only wanted to know how hard.

“Very. Tell me I’m a bad boy and make it hurt.”

“I don’t know. That might hurt my hand.”

“You could use a paddle,” I suggested.

“Wow, you’re really into this. Let me think about it.”

A few days later when we were making out on the couch Angel stopped our deep kiss by pressing her finger to my lips. “Pull your pants down,” she said, “and bend over the sofa.”

I got up at once and did as I was told. She leaned over and breathed in my ear. “You’ve been a bad boy and need to be spanked.” And with that she pulled my string bikini down to my knees and spanked my bottom with the palm of her hand. It wasn’t very hard, but having Angel take charge excited me very much. She slapped each cheek of my ass a few times, then started to play with my cock and balls. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, baby, yes. You’re making me very happy.” I wanted to tell her to do it harder, but didn’t want to push my luck. We were coming along fine. Especially when she knelt down and started licking my asshole, the first time a woman ever had. Totally transported, I arched my back and felt the buzzing in my ass run up my spine and down my legs, then enter my heart, disbelieving mind, and finally my penis. Angel wasn’t touching my cock or balls at all, just my anus. A final harmony of joy and completion shivered and rang through me. I came with a heartfelt scream.

I had to think it a high point in my sexual experience. I still do, though a subsequent event ranks just as highly. One day Angel she said something I’ll never forget. “I wish I could penetrate you, to experience what you do when you fuck me.” What a moment! That’s the fantasy fulfilled, you see, because Angel brought up the idea; she wanted it independently of my designs. I shyly told her that she could indeed come inside me. “How?” she asked.

“Stick a finger up my ass. I’d really like it. I’ve wanted to ask you to do that but I was too embarrassed.”

“I’d like to try. I’ve never done that to a man. If I do it will you ease up about me letting you in my ass?”

“Sure,” I replied. And then I told her how to proceed. With a little lubricant and a few directions from me, Angel soon had one of her dear little fingers slipping inside my asshole.

“Now slide it up and down a little,” I told her. I’d had this experience before, but it still felt like losing a kind of virginity. Angel smiled at me tenderly and then sucked my penis to rigidity, which didn’t take long. She then climbed on top of me and slid her cunt down over my trembling erection. As she rode me she kept her hand back behind me, mercilessly reaming my ass with that finger. It wasn’t long before we reached glorious simultaneous orgasm.

So a new stage in our sex life began, Angel fucking my ass with a finger or two, sometimes while she sucked my cock, or just to get me hard again after I’d had an orgasm and she wanted to make love again. I started including an enema in my bedtime preparation, thinking it best to be clean inside in case she decided to ka├žak iddaa engage in anal play.

One occasion of anal play was especially good because Angel required me to say what I wanted.

“Touch my ass,” I pleaded, turning over onto my stomach. “Like before! Please!”

I felt her fingertips between my legs. She touched the soft skin behind my balls, and then then gently squeezed them inside her palm.

An anticipatory glow swirled in my bottom, and I moaned. A delicious awareness of my anus came over me, a feeling of being completely visible and accessible to my lady’s eyes and touch. The sensation mingled receptivity, impatience, and a counteracting desire to prolong the pleasure of yearning. I gasped when I felt her fingertip trace a errant perimeter around the hole.

“Now tell me what you want,” she whispered warmly into my ear.

“I want you to touch me. . .”

“Touch you how?” she said, moving her hand, maddeningly, away from the hot center. “Touch you where?

“Touch my asshole! Run your fingers around it and grab my butt! Do anything, but just touch it. Fuck me. Stick your fingers up my ass. Please! I need it so bad.”

I looked back over my shoulder and saw Angel reach to the nightstand for a tube of lubricant. She squeezed it loudly into her left hand, and then slicked it between my ass cheeks. Her other hand strayed around me to grasp my hard and trembling seven-inch cock. Then she poked a fingertip into my anus. I whimpered and she laughed. She was just teasing, I knew, but it was frustrating nonetheless. Then her finger turned, and I just had to moan.

“My asshole. Stick your fingers in my asshole, baby. Rape me, fuck me, treat me like I’m a girl and my asshole is a pussy.”

“Oh you’re a naughty boy,” she said, laughing. “Such language! Is this what you want?” And with that Angel slid her long middle finger all the way inside me, pausing only for a moment before beginning to thrust out and then back in and out. Groaning deeply, I arched my back and raised my bottom. She took the hint and slid her finger all the way inside and then up in search of my prostate. The moment she found that pleasure spot she started to masturbate me.

I felt such abandon, such utter surrender to her caresses. She really was taking me. My penis, my balls, and my rectum flared in wild pleasure. Then Angel’s stroking in front and sliding in back took on one rhythm along with her hot breathing in my ear. As she worked that finger in and out of my tight backdoor she cooed sounds and an occasional word of approval. Then she got me to turn around, wrapped her hips around my cock and started slurping up and down. Just as my orgasm was approaching, Angel replaced her mouth with her hand, furiously pumping my cock with one hand while she reamed my asshole with the other. She then spoke, in a voice raspy and deranged. “O baby, O baby. Your asshole. And your penis. And your big balls. Such a sweet butt you have. I love to fuck you. I love to fuck you up the ass. Up the ass! Up the ass!”

Her words threw me over the edge. “Oh god,” I cried out as the orgasm hit and swept me away. Just then she withdrew her fingers from behind and slipped her mouth down over the top half of my cock shaft. My body shook as several blasts of hot white come joyously shot into Angel’s loving mouth.

That incident just about did it; Angel had pretty much become the exact double of my fantasy lover. In the afterglow I confessed that sometimes I wanted her to be the man. “I know,” she replied.

My sense of satisfaction, however, only lasted a few days. The more Angel gave me, the more I wanted. The old desires soon welled up: to fuck her up the ass and have her spank mine. Her denial of these pleasures gave her a certain erotic power. She would pose in a way that emphasized her ass, bending over the bed as I walked in the door. Or casually turn away from me, stroking her bottom lasciviously. I savored the experience, because it made her even more powerful and sexy in my eyes, and because it gave me reason to believe she might grant one or both of my wishes. The closest she came, though, was to spank me lightly, or say, “Do you like my ass?” and then have me lick it and her pussy until she came.

Sometimes Angel wouldn’t suck my cock unless I asked. She said it excited her for me to specify my desire. On one occasion I decided not to test her. I just asked.

“Angel, will you please suck my cock?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said with a smile, pulling my penis down from my belly. Her lips formed the familiar round shape that I yearned for. I wanted to rock my hips and slide in and out but decided to let her do the work.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. She began by licking the head, especially underneath and in the little hole. She continued that awhile, changing only the pressure or the rhythm of her tongue. Then she began sucking the entire cockhead, once more varying the pace.

She stopped for a moment, letting ka├žak bahis my cock slide out of her mouth. The whole shaft glistened with her saliva. She looked up at me again. “Do you like that?”

“I like it very much,” I replied.

She smiled and opened her lips once more. This time she drew my penis all the way inside, while cupping her fingers under my balls, lifting them gently, then letting them dangle. She stroked them while giving me a marvelous blow job, her face bobbing up and down over my hard cock.

Then she took it out of her mouth and went for my left testicle, sucking it softly into her mouth and running her tongue all over. I groaned loudly from the pure pleasure of her action. After pleasuring the one testicle, she went after the other, sucking it back and forth, teasing it with her tongue, nibbling on it ever so gently. Then she got brave, opening her mouth as wide as possible to take my entire sack inside. Soon she resumed sucking and licking. She worked the tip of her tongue between my testicles, making them wag so lasciviously that I cried out in joy. Then she commanded me. “Turn around!” Her face had a look of pure desire, but desire focused and determined. She looked in charge. I turned, presenting her my butt. I could feel her eyes on my nakedness. “Bend over a little and spread your cheeks apart!” she ordered.

I opened my legs a bit more, for balance, then bent at the waist and moved my hands to my backside. It felt strange, prying my buttocks apart to expose my anus to her. I felt so naked, so vulnerable, but at the same time, safe and content. I had nothing to hide.

“Hold still,” Angel said, then moved her head forward and began kissing ever so softly between my ass cheeks. Was she going to lick my hole? God, I hoped so, that it wasn’t just a tease. While kissing my bottom, she avoided the puckered ring so near her lips. She used her tongue to lick the entire length of my crack, back and forth, perhaps a dozen or more times, each time stopping just short of the anus. That it seemed so deliberate made it even more naughty and joyful. She moved her head further down and licked the back of my scrotum, making my testicles wiggle pleasurably. She sucked the left one into her mouth, rolled it on her tongue, and then licked both balls some more. I loved it. It appeared that she wasn’t going to lick my asshole, but my disappointment only lasted a moment because she took my whole sack into her mouth again. Talk about wildÔÇöthere I was, bent over the bed, my ass in the air and my lover eating my balls out from behind!

Finally, Angel released my balls and reached around to stroke my cock. Suddenly I felt her lips surround my anus. I moaned, feeling a border had been crossed. I lost myself in the marvelousness of a hand job accompanied by an anal kiss.

Angel’s tongue moved out of her mouth slowly as she began tickling my anus. Her subtle movements increased my pleasure by degrees. Had she just plunged her tongue inside, the sensations wouldn’t have been so exquisite. She was leading me little by little into an ecstasy I had never known.

After she had licked me awhile she inserted a finger, then two, just inside my anal ring. She made low round movements that drove me crazy, opening my asshole and relaxing it. Angel suddenly made a hungry kind of sound and I felt her tongue replacing her fingers. She began to work the tip of her tongue into the center of my hole. She alternated between fingers and tongue, opening me more and more. She was insatiable, unrelenting in tonguing my asshole. It was an incredible feeling, physically and emotionally.

“Baby, baby, baby,” I whimpered. “It’s so good! I love you so much! I feel your tongue inside my asshole! It’s so good!”

This madness went on for a minute or two before Angel paused. I heard the squirt of lubricant from a tube, then felt one hand smoothing the slippery stuff around my asshole. She teased me by circling a fingertip around and then pointing it within the tight outer rim. Then her long, index finger began to pry me open. I couldn’t resist. She thrust hard, and suddenly the length of her finger was inside of me, touching the sensitive places and pressing on the tight interior walls. She grabbed my cock with her other hand, and it stiffened even more. Pretty soon, she had one hand pumping a very slippery cock and the other slip-sliding in my nether hole.

“More, baby, more,” I yelled out. “Give me another finger!” Angel obliged, adding a second finger and then, unbelievably, a third. She moved them in and out, and then started fluttering them inside. That was almost too much. I groaned at the first stirrings of orgasm.

“Don’t come yet,” Angel said. “I have another surprise for you.”

Hearing that excited me, even as she withdrew her loving hands. What could it be? I turned around and sat on the bed, as Angel stood up and rested her hands saucily on her hips.

“What I should do,” Angel said, “is paddle your ass until you cry and beg me to stop. But you want that, don’t you? Well, I’m not giving you everything you want, at least not right now. I’ll tell you when it’s time for something new. You’d like to be spanked like a naughty schoolboy, wouldn’t you?”

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