“Honestly. Earth males are no different than Olympian males when it comes to juvenile humor,” Lula noted, folding her arms beneath her breasts. She was obviously trying to look annoyed but the action thrust her breasts high and all Dake could think of for the moment was plucking at the stiff peaks with his lips and teeth before suckling her.
“I’m sorry…really,” he said, trying to compose himself. “But the idea of actually studying diagrams and taking a test about ass sex is hilarious. I mean, come on, Lula, you’ve gotta see the humor in it.”
“No. Not really. In fact, it was a very difficult test. For instance, did you know that using certain viscous items as lubricants can not only irritate the anus but cause the cock to become inflamed as well?”
Dake grabbed his crotch, telegraphing a devilish grin. “My cock’s inflamed right now, baby.”
With a resigned roll of her eyes, Lula sighed. “I never really liked the juvenile boys in class,” she stated. “Why in Jupiter’s name I’m so smitten with you, Dakin, is a mystery.”
Dake saw the little smile she tried to hide as she went back to her list.
“It’s my irresistible, magnetic charm,” he offered. “So you and your classmates spend a lot of time studying sex, hmm?”
“Oh yes. If I’m to be a matchmaker, it’s imperative that I have a comprehensive understanding and knowledge of both the physiological as well as the emotional aspects of love.”
He loved the way Lula’s brainy side surfaced every so often. His woman came packaged with a body made for sin and an IQ that would probably make his look anemic by comparison. “So what are we doing after I rob your pretty little ass of its virginity?”
Lula checked her list. “Amazingly, we’ve never had hydro-sex.”
“Hyd—” Dake slanted her a dubious look. “You mean sex in the shower?”
Lula nodded. “Mmm-hmm. Or in a bathtub or a swimming pool or any body of water for that matter.” Her eyes widened and she smiled. “Ooh, or maybe the kitchen sink!”
Dake gave Lula a thumbs-up sign. “Zeb just happens to have a bathtub, a shower and a kitchen sink. We can do all three if it makes you happy.”
“I thought we could strike hydro-sex off the list immediately following our first foray into anal sex. What do you think?”
“Lula?”
“Yes?”
“If my cock gets any bigger it’s going to slam up against my fly and try to fight its way out. That could get painful, honey.” Dake slid a fingernail along his zipper and winced. “I think it’s time to start working on that list of yours. Right now.”
Lula watched Dake’s hand intently, then bounced on the futon. His eyes naturally followed the movement, zeroing in on her bobbling tits.
“I have a wonderful idea,” she said. “Let’s start with voyeur sex!”
Dake frowned. “Let me see that list.” He snatched it from Lula. “Whose keyhole were you planning for us to peep through?”
Lula laughed at that, then took Dake’s breath away when she stripped out of her clothes and pinched her nipples until they tightened like little stones. “I’m not talking about watching other people, silly. I’m talking about doing this.” Her hands were on her breasts, touching them, extending the nipples in long, deliberate strokes.
“Watching each other,” she clarified as she played with herself. “You observe me pleasuring myself and I watch you pleasure yourself. We haven’t done that for each other yet.”
Dake couldn’t respond. Rational speech had deserted him—besides, if he opened his mouth there’d be a puddle of drool on the floor.
“I’ll show you what I like to do to bring myself to orgasm and you show me what you like to do. What do you think, Dake? Would you like to watch me make myself come?” One of her hands snaked down from her breast, across her belly and inched toward her mons.
“Shit.”
“Is that a yes?” Her fingers disappeared into her folds and she gave a little moan.
He nodded, offering a strangled noise of accord while blood screamed in his veins, through his cock. “Have you ever touched yourself in front of another man?” Dake asked, his gaze glued to her hands performing their delicious tasks.
“Only you, Dake. Only you. Take off your clothes so I can look at your beautiful naked body.”
Dake never remembered moving so fast in all his life. In fact, he’d worked with such speed to comply, he didn’t even remember shucking everything off. But there he stood before Lula, hot, naked, hard and ready. His eager cock jutted directly toward her in joyful salute.
“Stroke your cock for me, Dake. Let me see you touch yourself. I’ve never watched a man masturbate before.”
“It looks like we’re both in for another first, then,” Dake said, making a tunnel of his hands with his thumbs on top. “Because I’ve never had a woman ask me to give myself a hand job in front of her before.” He smoothed his cupped hands along his rigid length, from the root to the tip, dragging his cock out and down. Lula watched intently, licking her lips and murmuring little sounds of encouragement.
She stepped over to the tasseled, oversized floor pillow Zeb had sat on earlier. With a graceful series of movements, she positioned herself on her back, half on the floor and half on the pillow, a golden halo of wavy hair framing her face. Her lush breasts jiggled ever so slightly as she arched her spine and stretched with voluptuous delight.
Once she’d settled, affording Dake a luscious view, Lula rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “It feels so good when I do this,” she said, with a soft moan. “Like a jolt that starts here,” she pulled her nipples, “and ends here.” Bending her knees, she allowed her legs to slacken, opening her beautiful, shiny pink cunt to him.
Dake’s body tightened. He’d never had a woman offer herself so freely, so fully. She was magnificent. Never taking his eyes from Lula, he changed his grip, cupping his sac with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.
“When I touch myself,” Lula said, dragging one hand to her pussy, “here at my vulva, I’m thinking about you touching me, Dake.” His gaze fastened on the dewy blonde curls as her fingers busied themselves.
“I think about your hard body with those beautiful muscles and that immense cock. And your eyes. I think about your eyes, Dake, and the way you look at me.” She arched her back even more and moaned as she swirled her fingers. “I like to rub my clit from side to side and then, when I’m ready for it to burst, I pinch it. Do you like watching me do this for you, Dake?”
Was she kidding? Did he like Christmas? Did he like birthdays? Hell, watching Lula writhe on that pillow while she touched herself was better than anything he could think of—except fucking her himself. Dake moved closer to her, standing no more than a few feet away. He was close enough to smell her now, to inhale the musky scent of her sex.
“I only wish I was a poet, Lula. That way I could tell you just how beautiful you are to me. I could explain what you do to me when I watch you pleasure yourself. How you make me want to stop time and preserve this moment forever.” Dake’s grip tightened around his cock and he pumped it hard.
“Oh thank you, Dake…”
“With each stroke of my cock I think of thrusting into your warmth, your wetness and how your inner muscles squeeze me, milk my cock.” Dake felt himself morphing from modern man to primal creature—a ferocious craving for sex and satisfaction primary in his thoughts. “Let me see you thrust your fingers into your pussy, sweetheart. Fuck yourself for me.”
“Will that make you come, Dake? Will that make your seed race hot through your cock?”
His pulse rocketing at the thought, heat flashed through Dake. “Yes. Yes, baby.” His voice sounded unrecognizable, more like a guttural growl than human communication.
He watched as Lula parted her labia, slipping her fingers inside her dripping pussy, drawing them in and out. Her eyelids fluttering closed, she treated him to a languishing moan and he thought sure he’d spew his cum at the divine sigh
t.
“Paint my body with your seed, Dake,” Lula ground out in a husky voice. “All over. My face, my neck, my breasts, my belly…” She took her saturated hand from her cunt and spread her juices from her throat to her thighs and back again.
“Oh sweet fuck,” Dake groaned.
“I want to feel ribbons of your hot cream spurting on me as I come,” Lula said, burrowing her fingers between her thighs again. “As I pinch my clit and—” She arched high and gasped.
Watching Lula’s luxuriant body gripped in orgasm, undulating with hard throbs of sensation, was a breath-stealing experience. As her moans went straight through him, all coherent thought fled from Dake’s senses. While Lula’s wings spread beneath her, his thigh muscles grew taut and the pressure in his balls increased. A feral cry slashed the air as his cum gushed hot and potent.
He aimed his cock, searing her with his essence, painting her with the cream of his core. Before her convulsions stopped, her hands were spread, smoothing his semen all over herself as the word yessss escaped her throat in an almost inaudible whisper.
His cock depleted, Dake dropped to his knees before her. Lula smiled up at him, wiggling her fingers in invitation. He joined her on the large pillow, pulling her on top of his chest and cradling her moist, sticky body against him.
“I never imagined voyeur sex could be so hot,” Lula said, once they gained enough energy to speak.
“Hell, sweetheart,” Dake said with a lazy chuckle, “a magazine, bottle of lotion and box of tissues would just never cut it after this.”
“I’m ready for anal, how about you?”
Dake laughed out loud at that. “You have to remember I’m a mere mortal, Lula. My cock simply doesn’t snap to attention, ready for another go, so soon after becoming depleted. Have mercy on me, babe.”
“I was thinking we’d use whipped cream,” she said, propping her chin on his chest.
“For what?”
“Lubricant. I think that would be fun, don’t you?”
Dake felt the first stirrings in his fatigued cock. “I’m sure Zeb has some actual lube we could use. Probably in the nightstand drawer with the condoms,” he said, unable to shake the image of spurting whipped cream up Lula’s ass and decorating her crack with white rosettes. Rosettes that he’d tongue off her silky smooth skin. Awaking from its brief slumber, his cock twitched.
“Oh Dake, that’s so unimaginative. We need something more remarkable to commemorate our first posterior experience.” Lula hopped up and padded to the kitchen, where she withdrew a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator. Then she lifted from the floor, gliding through the air back to Dake.
Hovering over him horizontally, she uncapped the can and fingered the nozzle, depositing a fluffy white dollop right on the tip of his cock. His damn, brainless dick took to the action like a thirsty weed to water. Once Lula’s mouth was on him, sucking off the cream, Dake’s cock was half erect. Jesus. Maybe he wasn’t mortal after all.
“Okay,” he said, holding up one hand. “Before we go any further, maybe we should talk about this.” Lula gave him an impatient look. “Seriously. From everything I know I don’t think you’re ready to get butt-fucked, sweetheart. It’s supposed to be a gradual process over time. Stretching, maybe some butt plugs, finger work…you know, that sort of thing. Otherwise you could be hurt. If we had more time, we could—”
“One, we don’t have more time,” Lula reminded him. “Two, I’m a nymph. Our physiology is different. We’re extremely resilient. You don’t have to worry about injuring me. My anus will accommodate you. The only pain I experience will be pleasurable, I assure you.”
Dake gazed up at her in disbelief. “And just where did you read that, in the Nymph Ass Gazette?”
Lula’s features formed an O of surprise. “I didn’t know there was such a publication. I must see about a subscription.”
With a bark of incredulous laughter, Dake said, “Lula, I’m joking. And would you please come down from there? It’s weird looking up at you flying over me like that while we’re trying to have a conversation.”
Fluttering to the floor, she sat cross-legged next to Dake, giving him a devilish grin. “I knew you were kidding.” Lula cupped his face and kissed him—a soft press of lips to lips that soon blossomed into a sultry, thought-scattering kiss.
She sprayed a small ringlet of cream on her breast, where it mingled with Dake’s cum. Scooping the mixture up with her finger, she deposited it on her tongue, closed her eyes and gave a little purr of satisfaction. “Mmmm, good combination. Sweet and salty.”
By this time Dake’s cock was hard again and raring to go, which didn’t escape Lula’s notice.
She cupped her ear, cocking her head. “Do you hear that, Dake? The clock is ticking. It’s time to get down to the business of backside fucking,” she announced, getting to her feet and heading for Zeb’s bedroom. “Daakkkiiinnn…” she called to him a moment later.
He followed her summons like a playful puppy.
“How’s this?” Lula asked. She was positioned at the center of the bed on her hands and knees, swaying her ass back and forth for him.
“That’s one damn pretty picture,” Dake said, knowing he’d never forget that inviting view. “But I think you’d be more comfortable with your chest low and supported by a couple of pillows.” He helped position her so she was resting on her elbows instead of her hands.
“Oh yes, that’s better. I remember this from one of the diagrams in my book. This is going to be such fun, Dake.”
As he rolled on a condom, Dake’s cock jerked in response to her words. He slid his hands along her cool calves and thighs until they came to rest on full, round hips. Lula had a beautiful ass. A luscious ass. From the gradual slope at the small of her back, it bloomed into a perfect, beckoning inverted heart.
He parted her cheeks, watching her pink rosebud constrict as he ringed it with his finger. Flicking the can’s nozzle, Dake spurted a speck of whipped cream on his finger. A momentary gaze at the ruffled swirl of white had him chuckling to himself before slipping his finger into her tightly puckered hole. He’d certainly never imagined this particular scenario when fantasizing about fucking a woman’s ass.
Of course, with Lula, nothing was ever ordinary, mundane, boring. She had a way of turning any experience into an unforgettable event. And somehow sticking a standard lubed finger up her virginal bottom just wasn’t deserving of his delightfully adventurous nymph. No, buttering Lula’s lovely ass with whipped cream was definitely more fitting to the occasion.
With the first tentative probe of his fingertip, Lula’s anus clenched, squeezing the digit. He loved the needy, shuddering little moan of pleasure that she gave and nudged deeper, until the second knuckle disappeared into her depths. He treated her to a gingerly twist and wiggle of his finger.
As he was about to spray whipped cream rosettes on either side of her crack and lick them off, he paused. She was so appealing, so tempting, there really wasn’t any need to embellish the already delectable offering. He planted a series of damp kisses up and down the vertical split, sliding his tongue inside and teasing the opening that hugged his finger.
“This is so different, Dake.”
“Do you like the way it feels, sweetheart?” He hoped to hell she did because he couldn’t wait to wedge himself inside that taut channel.
“I do…very much.”
“Are you ready for my cock, Lula?”
“Mmmm…more than ready.” She wiggled her butt. “I can’t wait to feel you filling me, Dake. I have a feeling your cock’s going to love it in there.”
As if it had a mind of its own, his dick bobbed in agreement. Dake didn’t need any additional incentive to slip his finger out and stroke the hard length of his cock between the cheeks of her ass. Christ, that felt good.
Her ass swayed from left to right. “Do me, Dake. Come on, do me now.”
The high-spirited grin of a lucky-beyond-reason man spread across his features. In his e
agerness, Dake’s fingers fumbled as they tried to work the can’s nozzle, causing the whipped cream to spit and gurgle before he could finally paint her rosebud opening as well as his cock.
Simply nudging the muscular ring around her anus with the head of his cock was exciting—a promise of the tight clasp to come. He inched himself in. Lula let out a cry and arched upward.
“You’re so incredibly tight,” Dake growled.
“And you feel so good pushing your way in. Don’t stop,” Lula urged through a ragged moan. “I need you deep inside, Dake.”
With probably less than two inches of his cock swallowed by Lula’s sweet, virgin ass, Dake wondered how long he’d be able to hold out. The sensation was so potent, so amazing, it all but made his entire body vibrate with pleasure. He pushed deeper, harder, encouraged by Lula’s entreating coos. He felt her body shaking then too.
“All of it,” she pleaded on a tattered whisper, panting now. “Every delicious fraction of an inch.”
Wild with lust, Dake thrust into her, balls deep. Incredible sensations assailed him as they both erupted in pleasured howls. Instinct led his hand to Lula’s pussy. He shoved three fingers inside, spreading them wide.
“Good jumping Jupiter,” she cried out. “More, give me more. Crawl inside me, Dake!”
Replacing his fingers with his entire hand, Dake plunged deep into her soaking pussy. At the same time, he eased his cock back and pushed into her again. Slowly, relentlessly, he fucked her, back and front, absorbing every impassioned little moan she gave him.
“You’re amazing, Lula,” he grunted, slipping his thumb from her pussy and stroking her engorged clit. “I swear to God, I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.” He didn’t know where he found the wherewithal to speak, because he was just about insane with carnal delight.
Feeling Lula’s body tense, he slid his drenched hand from her cunt. Somehow, through his feral haze of passion, he remembered what she told him about how she liked to pinch her clit. She was so wet, so slick, it was difficult to grasp the tiny nub. When he did, he pinched it once, twice, three times and Lula bucked hard, screaming out her rapture.
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