Looking at Helen of Troy, her skin glistening with oil, moaning and writhing under your probing hands is hot, but feeling her pressing against you, her firm rear grinding against your rock solid cock is unbearable, even in a toga. At last, you shed the garment, letting your massive hard-on spring free. Helen doesn't notice, but you have a plan that will bring it to her attention soon enough.
Removing an oil-slick hand from her breasts, you reach down and start jacking off with it, giving your dick a few coats of slick oil before grinning to yourself. Helen, noticing the diminished attention, turns a concerned face towards you. "Is the ritual over, my lord?" She looks faintly displeased by the idea.
You smile, plunging a third finger into her slit as your hand slips back over her breast, squeezing it as you press yourself against her back, your shaft pressing against her asscrack. You lean forward to whisper in her ear as she gasps. "Oh no, the ritual as just started", and with that, you draw back you hips, and then begin to press the engorged head of your cock into her tight asshole.
Helen cries in surprise as your erection pushes into her bowels, her ragged cries are a mix of pain and pleasure. You plunge yourself in to her hilt with a grunt, pistoning your fingers in and out of her vagina as press yourself in, your wet fingers dragging over her swelled clit as you go in and out. Helen groans, her eyes screwed shut from the overwhelming sensations. She's putty in your hands.
You start to piston your hips, thrusting in and out of Helen's tight ass at an ever increasing tempo, alternating the fingering you're giving her with your thrusts. She moans loudly, her large breasts heaving as your hips smack against her rear, the force of your thrusts causing her to go on the tips of her toes each time your balls slap against her rear; your full eight inches sinking into her bowels. The tightness and the heat overwhelm you, and you can feel a pressure building in your nutsack... |