Phillip shifted underneath me. By the way he twisted, I knew without looking that he was rummaging through our sex toys again. When he returned to his back, I felt a rounded bulb push into my slit. It was too smooth to be anything else except —
“Oh, fuck.” I gasped around his shaft when the flared base stretched my pussy. With one hand, Phillip pushed the large plug into my pussy. With the other, he toyed with the smaller one still in my ass.
Both of our hips were bucking. We were both insanely turned on by what we were doing.
“Fuck yes, Danielle,” Phil gasped back. “Cum all over this plug. This time we’re using your cum for lube.”
The plug itself was almost too smooth to stimulate me, but the mindfuck of an anal toy stretching my pussy pushed me over the edge. I came, mouth spasming over his dick. He goaded me through my screams. At the height of it, he pulled the smaller plug from my ass and replaced it with the larger, cum-slickened one. I felt myself stretching around it, especially bent over like I was, but also completely accepting the fullness. I wanted it. I wanted to be stuffed. Still, I shrieked as the base that had stretched my pussy lips now stretched my asshole. Then that wonderful sense of relief returned as my hole wrapped around the narrow end and my ass felt gloriously full.
He wasn’t done. Now that one hand was freed from playing with a second plug, Phillip tangled his fingers into my hair. He was gentle but firm, holding me so I couldn’t rise more than halfway off his cock.
“Mmmph, yes Phil. Fuck, yes.”
My garbled words transformed into a shriek. Another rounded end pressed into my pussy. This time, I felt the ridges molded into it.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Phillip groaned. “I’m making you airtight again with this dildo.” It must have been my more realistic one. Once he pushed it all the way in I could feel the silicone balls against my pussy lips. I felt tight beyond belief. Inspired, I impaled my mouth on Phillip’s cock, letting my cheek slap against his balls as I bottomed out each time. We continued on like that for what could have been an hour, sucking and thrusting and rocking our hips towards the source of our twinned pleasures. And once more, we filled the room with delicious groans and the sticky slap of skin.
After a particularly strong orgasm flooded through me, Phillip paused to stroke my hair gently. “Danielle, I’m getting close. Get on your knees for me?”
I was already kneeling on the bed but I knew what he meant. “Mmm yes baby. If you promise to stuff my mouth.”
He replied with that cheeky grin. I slid off both cocks at once and knelt on the floor, settling myself back on my heels to find the right angle for my plug. It felt big. Phillip swung his legs over the bed, holding something in his hand. For the first time that night I caught a glimpse of one of the toys we were using. My dildo waved in the air. It was realistic in shape but hot pink in color and had a suction cup at the end. “I think you’re forgetting something sweetheart.”
I couldn’t help but grin back. “You know I love getting stuffed.”
“I know it.” Phillip’s eyes followed the dildo, watched me push it underneath my legs. It was absolutely soaked in my cum but somehow I got it suctioned to the hardwood floor. I straightened my thighs to hover over the tip then lowered myself down. I couldn’t help groaning as I impaled myself on it. Phillip’s eyes hadn’t left my body. “That’s it, ride that for me.” His hands were in my hair again as gentle as his voice, but I saw the steel in his eyes as I looked up at him.
“I’m gonna cum all over this toy for you,” I panted. My hips ground up and down the length.
“Good,” he growled back. Then gently, firmly, he tilted my head to where he wanted it. His hard cock stood at attention before me. He shifted his hips forward, pushing first the thick knob and then the shaft into my waiting mouth. His voice deepened while I slurped him in. “Good…. yes….”
Before long, I rode the dildo in the same rhythm that he fucked my mouth. Fast and insistent, we bounced together. My breasts and his balls swung in tandem. Both of us were moaning loud enough to fill the bedroom. I did my best to keep my eyes on Phillip’s face, but the sensation of being filled in every hole was too overwhelming to not let my eyes roll back and my back arch, even as he thrust his cock into my throat. I gagged on him and shrieked and writhed. Once he realized I was cumming, Phillip’s hands tightened on my head and he came too – pushing even further into my throat and releasing ropes of cum that I swallowed down.
“Ungh, Danielle. You’re so fucking hot.” Phillip was gentle again: smoothing my hair, raising me off the suctioned dildo, lifting me into bed, wrapping his arms around my body. I felt strangely empty after being so thoroughly used, and yet shifting my weight off the floor and onto his chest reminded me of the thick plug in my ass. He really is forgetful about our toys.
Once again I marvelled at how quiet the house was. We breathed. We kissed. We giggled. Once I felt like my mind had reattached to my body, I trusted my voice enough to speak, hoarse as it was from my screaming. “And you, baby. You’re incredible. Happy anniversary sweetheart.” Long moments passed in beautiful silence. I listened to his breathing and curled around his warmth and inhaled his scent. Rather than falling asleep, my energy was returning.
We shared another sweet kiss that only turned hungry when I pulled away. Then I gazed into his eyes with a smirk. “You know, I still have this plug in my ass.”
“You can’t possibly need a third round!” Phillip laughingly protested. My lips on his neck and shoulder were all the answer he needed. “All right Danielle, tell you what. The last two rounds I came in your pussy and your mouth.” I gasped a little into his skin. I saw where this was heading. “So let’s complete the hat trick. I want to cum in your ass.”
For a moment I couldn’t even think. “Oh fuck, baby. Yes. Please.”
“And what’s more,” Phillip continued, “the first two rounds I stuffed you airtight.” I almost held my breath hanging onto his every word. “This time it’s gonna be only your ass.”
“Fuck….” I moaned. Just the idea had my pussy dripping again. And to be fair, it seemed to have a similar effect on Phillip. His twice-spent cock twitched alive against my leg. It mirrored my wetness grinding right back on his thigh.
“Is that a yes?” He asked.
“Yes. Yes, baby. Please.” I was babbling, but I didn’t care. After one last sweet kiss, Phillip helped me up onto all fours and knelt behind me. I trembled from a mixture of exertion and anticipation. With one hand on the small of my back to steady me, he slowly pulled the plug out. I gasped at the initial wide bulge then moaned as the taper narrowed to emptiness. For the first time all night I was completely empty.
I wasn’t empty for long. Phillip shifted his weight behind me. He lined up the head of his cock and shifted forward. He was slick with lube I hadn’t noticed him applying. I groaned at the initial push. His cock was roughly the same width as the plug, so he didn’t stretch my ass much more than it already was, but a real cock always feels different from a toy. Phillip’s hips inched forward as he stroked my skin. Gently, lovingly, he relaxed me and helped me to adjust to his thickness.
Finally he rested his weight against the curve of my ass. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I was still babbling, but it was true. He felt fuller than anything else yet.
“And you are so tight,” he groaned back. He gave me a long minute to adjust then shifted backward, slowly. The next thrust forward was a little faster. Then a little faster. I stretched each time, adjusted each time, until getting fucked in the ass was purely pleasure. My body rocked with his thrusts and pushed back in time with his tempo.
Only then did I push up on my hands just enough to stare into the dresser mirror. I saw my mouth open in a permanent moan of pleasure. “Phillip… sweetheart…” I cried. He was in so deep. He stroked so smoothly, so assuredly.
Phil’s face hovered a foot above me, his skin dark with exertion, his eyes locked onto the reflection of mine. “Yes, Danielle. Watch yourself in the mirror. Watch your face while I fuck your ass.” I did. I watched my face, but I also watched my swinging breasts and my weakening arms.
Despite my heightened awareness I was absolutely melting into myself and above myself and into him and out of the world. I felt incredibly full and complete and — I was cumming, shrieking, and couldn’t even remember when it had started. Above me I heard Phillip’s voice, repeating, “Yes baby, cum for me, cum for me…”
It was good. Exquisitely good. Still spasming from the anal-only stimulation, I sank first onto my elbows then onto my chest. Phil followed me down, still swinging his hips toward my ass, fucking me prone now with his hands holding mine to the mattress. His cock felt absolutely huge but it was blissful, not uncomfortable. I felt his legs weighing mine down, his balls slamming my pussy lips, his hips pounding against my ass.
The reflection of my mouth screamed wider. “Phillip! Phillip! Yes!”
His shouting reply was a mantra, “Cum for me, Danielle, yes, keep going, cum for me, keep cumming….”
Neither of us can scream like that with others in the house. Hearing him so obviously enjoying himself turned me on and made me scream louder. It was obvious that hearing me be so loud had the same effect on him. We were the perfect feedback machine.
I watched the shift in his face. I saw that moment when the angle and the rhythm and the fever pitch were too much to bear. “Oh fuck baby, you’re so tight. You’re so… oh, oh fuck, I can’t…”
His cock ramming into me was carnal. There’s no other word. My body overloaded in pleasure. I must have been soaking the sheets in my cum while he fucked only my ass and entwined his fingers into mine. “Yes, baby, yes.” It was my turn to encourage him. “Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me…”
Every fiber of his body clenched. I saw in the mirror how closely his muscles drew together while he came. There is absolutely nothing like those last thrusts just before a man finally releases. It is the height of his need. And I peaked right along with him, drowning his growls with my own screams.
Somehow, sometime later my mind reattached to my body. Phillip still hovered above me, holding himself up on strained arms. His head bowed low. He looked exactly as I felt: exhausted but utterly satisfied. Phil had long before released my hands from his and now he used those strong fingers to brush back my hair. “Mm, you’re back baby. How do you feel?”
His eyes were focused on my face, not on the mirror, so I turned below him to offer my satisfied grin more directly. From underneath him, I could see his own spent smirk radiating upon me.
“I feel fantastic, sweetie. You’re wonderful.” I completed the turn then, suddenly aware of his cock sliding out of my ass while I lay on my back to face him fully. “You’re absolutely wonderful.”
Phil collapsed down next to me. For a moment I marvelled again at how our bodies aligned. His eyes looked into mine, his lips pressed to mine, his hips curved to mine his toes tapped mine. But his arms were stronger and my body slimmer and I nestled against his chest like I belonged there. Around us, the rare silence of the house echoed deep.
“Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” Phillip breathed after our kiss. “Here’s to many, many more.”
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