I’m lying on my stomach on the bed. The arms are stretched out to the sides and tied to the legs at the headboard. The legs are also spread apart and also fixed. Irishka sits between my spread legs and plays with my buttocks. She strokes them, then kneads them like dough. Sometimes he slaps them loudly with his palm. He often pushes them apart with his hands, and admires the still tightly compressed asterisk of my anus. From all these manipulations, my penis stands like a stone, resting against the mattress.Here the devil is once again trying to spread my half-legs. I resist this by squeezing the rolls with all my might. For which I get a juicy slap on my right buttock. “Don’t fight it, honey. I’m going to knock your ass off today anyway.Actually, I realized this a long time ago, and even accepted it, and I resist more out of inertia, but at the same time for show. No, of course, she’ll guess from my standing cock that everything that happens turns me on, but I need to “keep my cool.”After the slap, you have to relax the rolls. Irka immediately does not miss the opportunity. Her finger slides between my buttocks from top to bottom from the coccyx to the hole, stroking the anus from the outside. I can’t relax in any way, I instinctively strain him. My wife laughs, massages my hole from the outside. I would like to advise her to add lube, but my mouth is full of her panties “so as not to interfere with having fun,” and is taped shut. But Irka is not sad, she’s just messing around. She should know better than anyone about the need to lubricate her ass thoroughly before penetration. How many times have I taken her from behind? This is our reconciliation ritual, as soon as she messes up, we make up through sex, and it’s her ass that blows off. Now it’s my turn.After massaging my smooth, depilatory hole, my wife bent over it and let a trickle of saliva flow directly onto my anus. (How she taught me how to use depilatory gel in the bathroom, and how my ass lost its hair, is a topic for a separate novel.) And immediately after that, I felt her finger massaging my ass again. โ Don’t squeeze, honey, you need to relax your ass, then everything will go like clockwork!She stated sarcastically, continuing to massage the hole, but not trying to get inside. Then, apparently taking pity on me, she stretched my buttocks even wider, bent down, and I felt her tongue gently touching my hole. I exhaled loudly. Her tongue darting around my anus and boring into it, as if trying to get inside, gave me unearthly sensations. I’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s really awesome! That’s why she loves it so much when I stroke her ass with my tongue. It is impossible to describe in words what I was experiencing. This is concentrated tenderness and unprecedented pleasure. Under the pressure of her tongue, my sphincter softened and relaxed. Apparently, this is what she wanted, giving me such a caress so that I wouldn’t get pinched. Her tongue was already easily sinking into her entire length, and she was probably tired of working with it. Because the next moment, I felt a cool lubricant pouring on my already relaxed ass. And immediately, overcoming the resistance of the sphincter, a finger dives. I shudder at the unusual sensations. It’s a little painful, unusual, uncomfortable, but exciting. โ See, I even cut my nails for your ass! Appreciate it, asshole! What a tight ass you have! Was mine the same before you insured it?I hoot back through the gag.The wife laughs: โ How nice…I’m all focused on feeling things where I’ve never felt anything like this before. Toffee’s thin finger scurries back and forth, lubricating my anus, pushing the lubricant deeper, smearing it from the outside. The finger is already walking easily, without causing me pain. I know that no matter what happens, you can’t strain your anus, now it has to be relaxed all the time. Irka takes advantage of this, noticing that. The intrusion of her finger into my ass no longer causes me pain, she begins to play with it, bends it slightly, wiggles it from side to side. If it weren’t for the gag, I’d be chewing on a pillow. Psychologically, the fact that something forbidden is being done to me is mixed with very acute sensations. The anus is stretched, the feeling of fullness in the ass, the penis rubbing against the bed when I try to get off this “hook” that I got caught on. And when Irka touches my prostate with her finger, I’m ready to explode.This torture has been going on for quite a long time. She wiggles her finger in my ass, and I squirm, trying to either get off him or get deeper into him. She’s amused, it hurts, it’s embarrassing, and it feels good at the same time. By itself, the finger darting back and forth no longer causes unpleasant sensations, a slight pleasant pain comes when she tries to move it. The anus is used to the volume of the finger, and easily accepts it inside. Irinka pulls it out completely, and re-introduces it, admires the reddened slightly stretched ringlet of the anus, and suddenly I feel that something thicker is already entering once again. After a few seconds, I realize that my tormentor is already screwing in two fingers, stretching the anus even more. I mumble with excitement and renewed pain. Honey soothingly strokes my testicles (Her cock is inaccessible, it’s under me), but she doesn’t stop invading. Under the pressure of her fingers, my hole has stretched to the required diameter, and now two fingers are moving inside me. Now Irka is frolicking with might and main, not only bending and rotating them, but also stretching them in different directions, causing moans through the gag. This goes on for another ten minutes, and even though she pours lube right into my long-suffering hole, I still acutely feel her every move inside me. The pain goes away again, now I’m looking for her fingers with my ass, impaling myself on them. I’m too excited, the sensations are too vivid. Besides, I really want to touch my dick, but I can’t, and when I turn my ass around, he crawls on the sheets, making my lot easier. I feel like the sheet is all wet from my discharge, but that’s not my problem. And now my fingers leave me, my wife wipes her hand stained with lube on my buttocks, reaches for the bedside table where we keep “toys”. It looks like a new torment awaits me. I’m fidgeting impatiently, I already want this feeling of fullness to return, so that at least something is shoved into me, the point is stretched, the prostate is touched… I want, I want, I want… Wishes come true. I feel lubricant pouring into the already half-open hole, as something round touches my overworked ass. He pushes the walls apart, there’s a smacking sound, and it’s something that sinks into me. And again, something pushes the anus apart. It’s clear. These are anal beads. A chain of gel balls held together by a gel jumper. Balls of different diameters, from small to large, gradually increasing, and Toffee started, it seems, from the smallest. Bang, the second one dives into me, followed immediately by the third one. Then I feel them leave me one at a time, stretching my ass as they exit, slightly turning my anus outward. I really like to play with Irka’s ass with this toy, I like to watch how the balls sink one at a time into her hole, and especially how they leave her ass. And now she’s having fun doing the same thing to me.After playing with the narrow end of the beads, inserting them halfway into me, my wife turned them over, and I felt her screw the largest of the beads into my ass. It hurts again, but thrusting her hand under my pelvis, she gropes for my stickโlike penis, and gently squeezes and jerks it up, easing my suffering. I haven’t had this size in me yet, but a prepared ass copes by accepting it. The second and third balls are smaller, and after the first one they easily dive inside. Irka drops my dick, and gently pulls the balls out. They come out even easier than they come in. Only the first one, the biggest one, causes mild pain again. Ira does not pull it out completely, leaving it, stretching her ass with the widest part. He strokes my balls gently again. After about thirty seconds, I feel the beads diving inside me again, and pulling out again. A few minutes pass, and the toy is already scurrying easily… in my ass, meeting no resistance. When the balls pass through my anus, I feel an unprecedented thrill, if someone touched my penis, I would cum at the same moment. I’m howling like a wild animal, I really want to cum, but the friction of my penis on the already wet sheets is not enough before that, and my hands are tied, and my tormentor doesn’t seem to be thinking about easing my suffering. She’s having fun with my ass. โ Well, did you feel what it’s like for my sweet ass when you burst in there? Nothing, dear, this is just the beginning!Irka whispers, leaning into my ear, and after these words, abruptly pulls the whole chain out of me.The vibrator was next in line. When I was going on a three-month business trip, I gave it to my wife as a joke, saying that this thing would replace me during my absence. And when I returned, I found that the “Boy,” as she affectionately called him, had become a frequent guest in our bed. It consisted of the vibrator itself, which was not very thick, and a number of nozzles of different shapes, increasing its diameter and at the same time giving relief. As a result, after trying all the nozzles, we left one that mimics the shape of a penis. I must say, the nozzle was thicker than my penis, and the toy itself was thinner, but I wasn’t complaining. Most of all, I liked inserting the included vibrator into her pussy when I caressed her clitoris with my tongue. At the same time, the wife experienced unprecedented orgasms. Sometimes he also played the role of a “second partner” in our bed. Sometimes, when my wife caressed me orally, the “Boy” filled her pussy at that time, or was in her when I fucked her in the ass. I loved feeling his vibration through the thin partition between the Irishkin holes.Now I felt the vibrating smooth tip touching my testicles. barely touching them, the wife ran her hand over her crotch, touched the anus stretched by beads, pressed lightly, and the vibrator fell inside. The overprotective priest let him in easily. Irka began to turn a smooth, thin vibrator inside me. I didn’t feel anything special, the beads that periodically stretched my anus gave me much more vivid sensations.
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