My wife looked up at me, “You see where this is going, honey? You’re going to help Dylan and she’s going to help you.”
She took Dylan by the hips and tugged her away, “Girlie, why don’t you bend over the kitchen table there and show him what he’s won? I’m going to go TiVo his Friday night TV shows. This is going to take awhile.”
I watched my wife leave.
Dammit I love my wife.
Dylan grinned and moved to the kitchen table. She slowly draped her little body onto it from the waist and looked back at me over her shoulder expectantly.
I looked down.
Dylan’s bare ass was precisely what you’d think a nineteen year-old star tennis player’s ass would look like. It was tiny and round and firm. Her toned miniature cheeks made a tight cleavage. There were even two magical little dimples just above her ass on either side of her spine. It was the single hottest butt I’d ever seen. Even hotter than my wife’s.
Dylan was staring at me as she swished her hips from side to side a little. Her tiny tush swayed back and forth without a single jiggle. Just a smooth flexing of her sleek buns.
Oh dear god in heaven.
“Go ahead and touch me, Mr. Marsh. Don’t be scared. I’m your birthday present.”
That was dirty pool. She’d always called me Tom. The ‘Mr. Marsh’ thing was just to mess with me. Of course, it seriously worked.
I reached forward and touched Dylan’s ass like you’d touch the holy grail or the ark of the covenant. With reverence, awe, and humility. This was proof that there was a divine power out there. He existed and he had molded this little blonde coed’s perfect ass just for me.
Touch it? Oh no, it needed to be worshipped.
I fell to my knees in my own kitchen and buried my face between the finest buns I’d ever seen.
Dylan didn’t seem surprised a bit. She didn’t jump. She didn’t even twitch. And she certainly didn’t wiggle away. No, she actually pushed her ass into my face. And she moaned.
“Your wife got me some kiwi-strawberry bodywash. Like the smell? I just used it in your shower a little bit ago. I wanted to be nice and fresh for you. Of course, I’m happy to go funky too. If that’s what you like. I’m game for anything this weekend.”
She clenched her cheeks around me gently a few times as she talked, massaging my face with her buns. Dylan knew her ass was phenomenal and she knew how to use it to drive a guy wild.
“I muv yr mass,” I muffled out from her butt, refusing to pull away long enough to pay her the compliment.
She understood me anyway.
“So happy to find a boy who fully appreciates it.”
She reached back and laced her fingers into my hair and pulled my face into her more firmly.
“Lick me,” she whispered, “I want you to.”
My tongue came out on its own and lapped at her tiny pale sphincter, twisting and digging at her tight little knot.
“That’s it, stud. Keep licking. Oooh, I missed this,” I heard her groan. “Here, give me your hand too?”
She reached back and guided it up to her little mound. Her pussy was completely hairless and perfectly smooth.
“Like it Tommie? I sugared myself bare for you last night. It hurt a little but now I’m so smooth and bald for you. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend. I’ve been texting Merry about it all week. I was worried she’d back out.”
Dylan circled my thumb and teased it at the entrance to her already slick pussy. Then she dragged my thumb down her smooth slit and centered it on the hardened nub of her clit.
“Rub me a little too? Real gently while you’re rimming me. It always makes me cum,” she panted.
I swirled tight circles on her clit. It was as hard as a little pebble. With some patience, I also pried my tongue through her asshole and drove it in and out of her quivering opening. It was twitching and snapping on my tongue like something small and hungry.
Dylan was enjoying this as much as I was. Her pussy juices were soon dripping down my wrist.
“Keep licking… almost there…” she mewled.
No problem. I could have done this all day. I licked, sucked, and lapped at her strawberry-kiwi flavored ass with glee.
What followed was one of the top ten moments of my life. This adolescent goddess twisted through her orgasm with my nose buried between her cheeks. She rode my face, my tongue, and my thumb, grinding and humping as she came. Her movements were so erratic that my thumb slipped off her clit and sank into the tight wet heat of her pussy. Her vagina was heaving and squeezing just as violently as her asshole nipping at my tongue.
“Gaaaaaah,” she wailed and came harder.
I almost blew off in my pants. This girl seriously liked getting her salad tossed.
Dylan finally let go of my hair and slumped limply on the kitchen table, panting to catch her breath.
I was standing up and rubbing my knees when my wife swung back into the kitchen. She was carrying a basket of laundry.
“So? How was it?”
“Awesome,” I gasped.
“I was talking to Dylan silly,” she rolled her eyes. “Well?”
Dylan brushed away some of the blonde hair that had fallen out of her ponytail onto her face and looked up. “You are seriously missing out here, girlie. He is really, really fucking good at rimming.”
“I’m going to have to take your word for it,” my wife smiled. “Do you wash your work-out clothes with your whites or separately?”
“Separate.”
“Gotcha. So, going to fuck my hubbie now or later?”
“Now. And probably later too. He’s got my motor seriously running.”
“All right, but don’t kill him. I like having him around. Need me to suck him a little? You know, to get him slippery?”
“Seriously? That would be great. I like spit more than lube. A little friction in the bum is better. You feel more.”
“Yeah, going to have to take your word on that too,” my wife half-smiled. She set her laundry basket down and knelt in front of me.
“C’mon honey, let’s get your slacks off so you can put your cock in the nice little girl’s ass.”
My wife had my pants down and my drooling dick in her mouth a few seconds later. I was as hard as I’d ever been. I was getting oral from my wife with a nubile young blonde waiting for me to sodomize her. Maybe I’d died in a car crash on the way home from work because this was my personal heaven.
I followed my angel-slash-spouse as she pulled me by my stiffy over to Dylan’s insane ass and rubbed my tip up and down the smooth valley between her cheeks.
“Sure you’re ready for this, Dylan?” my wife asked, “You’re not like, out of practice on the whole anal sex thing are you?”
“S’like riding a bicycle. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, it’s your ass. Literally,” my wife chuckled. “I’m leaving though. It’s going to hurt just to watch.”
Dylan reached back with one hand to pull one of her cheeks open as I leaned into her with my erection centered on her backdoor. Even though her little hole had been thoroughly rimmed and I was dripping with spouse spit, my cock still buckled and bent as I pressed it against her rosebud. Young Dylan was small and tight.
But she also knew what she was doing.
“Gimme a sec?” she exhaled softly.
I eased up but was still resting against her backdoor so I felt her sphincter pulse and stretch as she forced herself to relax. Her ring opened slightly.
” ‘Kay, push again,” she said quietly.
I did and it worked. I watched as my tip sank slowly inside her then carefully slid an inch into her ass after she didn’t object. It was like easing into hot butter. I never remembered anal sex feeling this good. Wow, Dylan’s butt was perfect on the inside too.
“Wait a sec,” she murmured. I felt her squeeze and relax a few times. The squeezes were a firm grip, like a rectal handshake. Dylan seriously knew what she was doing. “Ooh, that’s nice. Okay, more Tommie.”
I pulled out a bit and sank almost halfway into the furnace of her tight rear entrance.
“Dylan, marry me?” I whispered jokingly. I used to whisper marriage proposals to her when she was little.