She Lost the Bet - Male Perspective

'She lost the bet.'
To all, this is a two-part story, from the male and then female perspective. It was done out of fun to drag my Muse into helping draft my stories. She has been very reticent to story-tell through this ancient form (writing), even though she is much more intelligent (Master from USC). Of course, she is also taller and much more attractive than me, the author. Yes, I was punching well above my weight class at the time, and it did take me forty odd years...But who is counting.
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He could not believe he had won. It was not his norm...EVER. It did not make any difference to him, he had won!
She was tied down to his bed, blindfolded and with the ball gag in her mouth. She was kneeling on the small bench he had made for them. It put her ass at the perfect elevation for serious pounding from behind.
That ass he had worshiped for all these years. While now more mature, it enthralled him as much or more that that perfect song-leader's ass from years ago.
Her long, beautiful, sculpted, dancer's legs flowed down and out from her kneeling position.
To him, she was as beautiful as the moment they had met on a basketball court 45 years earlier. While they drifted through other relationships, they met again and clicked.
He slid behind her, slavering the scented, erotic oil from her clit, through her thick meaty lower lips.
His fingers explored her mound first. Cupping and lightly massaging her shaved mound. She complained about each trip of a missed hair or ingrown follicle. He was just thrilled that she did it for them. She knew he liked 'camp out' fatih escort down there and did it for added sensitivity. When they had met as fledgling young adults, a bare pussy was not common. Full bushes were the norm, trimmed because of the cheer outfits, layered panties, high kicks, and splits.
He could feel her tremble during the massage of her mound and trailed his fingers north. They next nestled within the folds of her engorged inflamed lips. He dipped into the cauldron of her sex. The warm moisture of her inflamed desire coated his fingers, and he pushed two in just a bit deeper.
Another tremble and moan.
She was wet, sopping wet and he smiled. His nose filled with a smell that he adored. Her 'I am horny and dripping for a fuck' sexy, sensual smell.
He then traveled upwards trailing not only the oil but her wetness to the focus of the bet, her lovely rose bud.
The BET, she had bet her ass.
He knew she loved to have her ass played with. She loved to have him play with it and run his fingers around the swollen and inflamed orifice as he took her from behind. She even enjoyed a little penetration by toy or finger. She even allowed, and he thought secretly enjoyed his tongue running south as he feasted on her pussy from between her legs. They had talked about the term 'rimming', and he could tell she was conflicted with admitting she liked it.
He oiled and oiled her puckered rosebud and slid his finger into her oiling the tight edge of her orifice and loved the 'look'.
"Are you ready, my love, to give up your çapa escort last virginity?" he asked as he reached down and smothered his cock in coconut oil.
Her mumbling response changed octaves as he laid and sawed his cock between the cheeks of her ass. He pulled the crown down over her rosebud and then down between her swollen lips.
He plunged forward and buried his shaft in her drooling pussy.
She screamed with pleasure, through the perforated ball gag filling her mouth.
He slowly sawed in and out, more to inflame her, but also to add lubrication for his next act.
He reached down and found the dildo he had placed nearby. Turned it on and slid it between the bed and her clit.
Her moaning grew and the octaves dropped again.
He slid his shaft from her weeping pussy and placed the crown at her rosebud. His first push met resistance as she tensed. He muttered words of comfort and with his freehand rubbed her back.
He hesitated for only a moment and then pushed forward. His cock disappearing slowing into her. He had taken her ass. After all these years he was sharing something with her, something new.
She moaned loudly and then shuddered in the throes of a minor orgasm. He knew it was minor because her full orgasms were epic.
He slid full in and rested for a second and then slid out so just the crown of his cock was embedded.
"Are you alright my love?" he asked innocently because he knew she had reached that certain spot where she lost all thought.
She was not there yet, but close.
"Should güngören escort I stop?" He asked again, but she was already shaking her head vigorously 'NO' before he finished the simple question.
His left hand held her hip, and his right came off her back and paused. He smiled a devilish smile and then brought his hand down on the beautiful exposed right ass cheek as he slammed home with his hips.
She screamed even louder than before and started to shake. He could feel the ring of her rosebud sucking his cock and vibrating around him.
He caught himself by surprise. He was not known for losing control, but this was the love of his life. She was sharing something that was special to her, and she was sharing it with HIM!
He blurted out, "I am coming" as he jetted part of his soul and love deep inside her.
She was already drooling around the gag and lay comatose on their bed.
He reached forward, still buried deep, and released the strap of the ball gag. He lightly pulled it from her mouth and then unclipped the restraints that held her hands and arms across the bed.
He slid her around softly, and then briefly got up and retrieved the damp warm, washcloth he had ready. He wiped his cock with one and tossed it in the laundry basket. He then wiped her to make sure she felt comfortable with the act that had brought him off so quickly.
He then curled into her body to spoon from behind her. He kissed her neck and whispered a quiet 'thank you' and 'love you.'
He heard a mumble after another large tremble. He turned her over to have her head on his shoulder and her leg draped him over.
"What did you say Beautiful?"
"I lost a bet asshole," she whispered as she gripped his chest hair.
"Next time when I win, I may not be so gentle as you were with me" she said, and he can tell it was with a smile. She lifted her head and winked.
Fade to Black