Shower Hour

Alex was no stranger to quick, wanton sexual romps. She was an attractive woman – whenever she felt the urge, it was easy for her to find a man to fuck her. Her sex on the road was anonymous, purely physical, from quick half hour slam-bangs to one-night stands, never longer. She didn't keep score, but in the six years she reckoned she'd had over a hundred men. But no one had been this deep in her before.

His mouth found hers and he thrust his thick tongue deep into her mouth and began to fuck her hard at the same time. She began mewing into his mouth and began to cum, but he didn't stop fucking her.

The high was so intense that she couldn't tell if she was mounting to a another orgasm or if the this one was just continuing. All she knew was that her pussy continued to spasm. With each one, the thick lips of her vulva gripped his shaft with vice-like intensity.

She twisted her torso against his hard chest, her thick nipples indenting themselves into his skin. Their bodies grew slippery with sweat and they slid against each other as he continued to rut, pounding her like a jackhammer. She finally ran out of energy and simply flopped against him like a rag doll saying, "I can't… I can't… Omigod …. OMIGOD!! Just take me now!"

"Come on, come on," he whispered. "Just a bit more. You can do it… you can do it!"

She regrouped, tensed her thighs and gripped him tight again. She rotated her hips and tacked her pussy around his cock. He felt her swollen clit on his mount. Her renewed thrashing finally pushed him over the edge, and he began to cum. She felt him erupting deep inside her like a geyser. With a last series of full-bodied thrusts, he pumped gout after gout of dense, musky jism into her. The smell of their sex was intense and it pervaded the shower room.

They slowly sank down on the wooden bench, arms around one another other, spent for the moment.

"I'm going to need a shower too," Ray murmured.

"We'll go into together," she whispered back. "But I need some time to get my breath back. You're a fucking animal."

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She got into the shower still wearing her leather choker and leather wristlet. Ray stripped and followed. Her wet body under the hot water rapidly rekindled his arousal. He put his arms around her from behind, covering her small breasts with his palms, running his stubby fingernails on her sensitive nipples. She felt his erection on her buttocks.

"Fuck! You're hard again? What are you, sixteen?"

She turned around, squatted in front of him, and put both her hands around his huge organ. The shower drummed on the tile floor, making a steady backdrop of sound. The hot water cascaded off him on to her – creating a sensual atmosphere, and thus, heightening her arousal. As she jacked his manhood, it grew before her unbelieving eyes.

"You're hung like a horse!" she whispered. "I've never had anyone this big!'

She put her lips around his glans, the tip of her tongue on his meatus. She was pleased to hear him grunt. He put his hands in her wet hair and pushed more of his organ into her mouth. From experience, she arched her neck to line up her throat. He pushed harder and she felt his cockhead at the base of her throat. She breathed in through her nose and fought the gag reflex. He began to fuck her throat, pushing a bit more into her each time.

Her eyes began to water, and her nose began to run. Her saliva ran free, lubricating his cock. He could hear her struggled breath over the sound of the shower. She managed to take almost two-thirds of his enormous length. She steadied herself with one hand on his hip and the other down between her legs, working her clit.

"Keep going, keep going," he breathed. "Good girl, fuck that feels good."

The choking sensation was acute, and she was surprised that it excited her. She felt another orgasm coming on. It was not as intense, but she wriggled her bottom as she came. Ray saw it and disengaged, slowly pulling his engorged member out of her mouth.

He raised her to her feet and turned her around facing the tiled shower wall. One of his hands slid upward, gripping her leather choker. The other slid downward, his fingers working her clit and drawing renewed gasps from her. He arched her back toward him, settling his cockhead at her anus.

"Oh no," she said. "Not in there. Not with that mammoth. You'll tear me apart."

"You've never been fucked in the ass?"

"Of course, I have. But not with a horse cock like yours."

"Just relax. Even anal virgins enjoy me after the first few minutes."

"Alright, then –"

He pushed hard, at just the right angle with just the right amount of force. Her ass was tighter than her pussy, so she stripped back his foreskin with ease. His naked glans entered her, bigger and wider than any she had experienced.

"OH FUCK!" she cried. "SWEET BABY JESUS!"

He kept up a steady pressure, entering her an inch at a time. The pain was sharp, and she began to panic. Her breathing grew faster and faster, till she was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Shhh!" he murmured, his hand caressing the swell of her belly. "Shhh! Calm down. Breathe. Easy now, easy."

She reacted to his voice, her breathing slowed, and her panic abated. The pain lingered, especially as he continued to invade her, penetrating deeper and deeper into her ass.

"It hurts, you bastard!"

"Shhh … shhh …"

He was finally all inside her and rested, his cock throbbing in her like a big rig diesel engine. He began to fuck her slowly and gently, his fingers manipulating her clit again. She began to be aroused again, her sexual juices and sweat mixed in with the water to lubricate her ass. The pain receded so subtly that she couldn't exactly tell when the pain had transitioned to pleasure.

He sensed her stimulation and began to fuck her harder, driving her upward with the combination of his cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy. Her lower body gyrated and twisted, further increasing the friction as he hammered her with his cock.

"Ah… ahhh…! AAHHH…! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Then she slowed and stopped, still breathing hard. In the afterglow of this latest orgasm, it gradually dawned on her that he was still deep inside her. And still hard.

"What are you?" she panted. "A machine? A Nordic god?"

"Just testosterone," he mumbled.

He slowly withdrew, felt his foreskin slide back to cover his shaft was he backed out of her ass. For a moment, she felt hollow, a vacuum, before her rectal muscles asserted themselves.

He moved his cockhead to her vulva lips. She tried to think of his name, but it was driven from her mind.

"Listen guy, I can't –" she began.

"Yes, you can."

"We only have the shower for an hour …"

"I'll fuck you again, then soap you."

He thrust his cock into her pussy with one powerful thrust.