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The moment Anthony closes the door, he finds Molly’s arms over his shoulders, her tongue in his mouth. He can taste the lingering urine on her, smell it on her breath, the urine he put there only moments earlier, the urine she guzzled while fingering herself to orgasm. Water hisses from the shower head, soaking them and rinsing away some of their human musk.
This is not what Anthony signed up for. The experimentation, yes. The orgasms, of course. But Molly wants penetration, and she was clear about that the moment Anthony walked into the hotel room door. The truth is, Anthony knows by now that Tess is unlikely to want sex again. She might agree to helping him along with her hand once in a while, but it will never be real. It will always be a theater of pity or obligation.
Molly wants this, wants Anthony. And Anthony wants her. And Tess will always be the woman he loves, his partner in all things but this. And Anthony knows – he knew the second he stepped through the hotel room door – he’s going to fuck Molly.
She pulls her chocolate hair, now black and straight in the sheeting water, over her considerable breasts and turns her back to him. She lifts her ass into the air and widens her stance. Anthony cannot help running his fingers over her luscious round posterior, like a peach waiting to be nibbled upon.
So he does. He drops to the shower floor on his knees, shower water running down Molly’s crevice and over his nose, making breathing a bit of a challenge. But he holds his breath, and his tongue presses against her brown star. Molly moans with delight, rolling her hips. Anthony’s fingers reach up and begin to fondle the nipples of Molly’s low-hanging breasts. Her hands follow his, and together they diddle her rock hard peaks.
“Push out, baby,” he says, the water distorting his words. “Let me taste the inside of that asshole.” He must be intelligible enough, because she complies. The soft, earthy flesh of her pucker spreads, and the tip of Anthony’s tongue enters her. Molly’s moan is long and low, and Anthony works to give her more to moan about. Though the muscles in his mouth burn, he tongue fucks this woman’s asshole as she pushes against her bowels. The little star opens wider. He presses his tongue deeper. Her anus opens wider. Anthony prays she’s taken care of cleaning herself out, that there won’t be any surprises, but it’s a little too late to ask. He tries not to think of it… but the risk is… weirdly arousing.
His fingers walk around to her vaginal opening and slip easily inside. She’s oozing with slick sex. Anthony can feel the velvety insides of her slippery pocket, and he slides his thumb against her anterior wall. Molly breathes heavily, “Yes… There… Oh yes, there.”
“Keep pushing,” he says between thrusts and licks. “Open that filthy asshole for me.”
“Uhhnnngggg,” Molly says in response.
Anthony is relentless against her g-spot, his thumb digging into that ribbed wall, imagining what his cock would feel like against it. Meanwhile, Molly’s moans are beginning to catch in her throat. “You… you’re… going to make… me piss again,” she groans.
“Turn off the water,” says Anthony. “I want to feel it.”
With a slight movement in Molly’s posture, the shower head silences, and the dripping of water is joined by the sound of two people panting, and the slurp of aggressive licking. Anthony digs his thumb hard into Molly’s g-spot. “Push, baby,” he says with his lips against her flared asshole. “Push, push.”
Molly’s moan turns into a cry as her anus widens considerably. Anthony can taste a sudden coppery tang as her rectal mucus runs into his mouth, her hint of a tiny rosebud accepting his tongue deep inside where he proceeds to flick and lick. Anthony’s palm is warmed by a hard jet of piss and probably squirt as he presses hard on Molly’s bladder through her g-spot. He swirls his tongue and thumb aggressively, rubbing the muted gold fluid against Molly’s clit. The orgasm that wracks her body has her shaking and panting, her knees going weak.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she moans, her hand reaching around to the back of Anthony’s head, pulling his face deep into her ass crack. When she lets up, she stands trembling, and Anthony gasps for air.
“Did you like that?” he says with a grin.
“Filthy boy,” she says, turning toward him. His kisses her mound through her pubic hair and stands. Her lips press against his chin, his jawline. “Why do you have to live so far away?”
Anthony rotates the knob on the shower, and the water hisses to life once more. God. If Molly lived within driving distance, what would he do? Would he tell Tess? Would there be some kind of arrangement?
It was clear during their fateful exchange that Tess doesn’t want to know. If he tells her, is it the right thing to do? Will he do it to get things off his chest, will it hurt her? Or is he just telling himself that so he can keep this terrible secret.
“Let me wash you,” he says.
Molly smiles and rubs her fingers through his chest hair. gaziemir escort “Are you sure? Don’t you like our animal fragrance?” And it IS starting to smell. Both of them smell a bit like pee, even with the water running. Anthony can easily smell Molly’s fragrant crotch and ass, and both of their pits stink. He feels his cock throb at the sudden idea of licking her armpits. But no, maybe he can wash some of his betrayal away, at least for a moment.
“I like the way the soap feels on our bodies,” he says. He reaches over to the dispenser on the wall of the shower and releases some gel into his hand. The soap goes smoothly over Molly’s shoulders, and he turns her once more away from him, keeping his hands away from her sexier bits for a while. There are thick, tense muscles in her back, probably from holding up those fantastic tits. He presses his thumbs into the muscle, the soap lathering between them.
“Anthony,” she says, closing her eyes. “Keep this up, and I’m going to take you home with me.”
Steam rises thick, fogging the glass on the stall, and Anthony pushes the shower head aside to keep his lather in place against Molly’s smooth, soft body. With his prick still hard and upright, he can’t resist letting it slip over Molly’s ass cheeks, precum mixing with soap.
Molly’s hand reaches back to touch it, such a light touch. Mostly, she holds it loosely so that it can slip around when Anthony moves. “I haven’t had this kind of attention in over a decade,” says Molly.
Nudging her arms up above her head, Anthony takes his time lathering up her arm pits and rubbing up her arms, down her lats. “This kind of attention?”
“You know, that’s pretty sexy.”
“But you did once?” says Anthony, his arms reaching around to lather her belly and breasts. “You two we’re in the same place, sexually?” He’s careful of her belly, quite a bit rounder than Tess’s, and though the thought of rubbing her there sends a thrill through his crotch, he attempts to be respectful – as respectful as he can be to a woman he’s traded piss with. The temptation to play with her tummy is easier to ignore when he cups and kneads Molly’s tits. Her nipples are treated to splayed fingers moving quickly and lightly from side to side.
“Ah, that’s nice,” she says, rocking her head back against his shoulder, leaning her slick body back into him while he moves his hands over her torso. “While we were dating, we fucked like animals. And for a time after the wedding, about a year maybe. But work got hard, and life got hard, and I hurt my knee. And so I couldn’t go running with him anymore. So when I gained weight, the sex just kind of… blah. There was no fire when we fucked. He became… so restrained, like the journey was only about the destination, and there was only one way to get there. Then it stopped entirely. You know, I’m pretty sure he cheated on me two years ago. I can’t prove it. I’m not sure I’d care if I could.”
“Do you still love him?”
Molly sighs. “You know… I do. He’s funny, and I know I give him shit about his video game fetish, but it’s not like here’s on it all day. We get things done together. And, other than the sex thing, he really seems to give a shit about my wellbeing. Is that weird? Am I crazy?”
It’s difficult not to laugh. Anthony leans his head aside Molly’s, letting his fingers settle near her collar bone. “I completely understand. Marriage… it can’t be all things. That’s a lot of pressure. If you love each other… anyway. Would you ever tell him? You know, about us?”
“Would you ever tell your wife about THIS?” says Molly with a devilish smile as she presses Anthony’s cock into her ass crack, teasing against her exit.
“I don’t know if you’re ready,” he says, his hands dropping between them both, his fingers making their soapy way up into her shit hole.
“Yeah, yeah I might be ready,” she says through an exhale. “You forgot to wash my pussy, though.”
“I don’t want to rinse your smell away.”
“Fuck! You’re a fucking beast, do you know that?” And she kisses him, like she had when he first arrived. Her tongue presses deeply into his, and Anthony reciprocates. They work each other’s mouths, breathing hard, without any elegance or grace, just mounting desire. Anthony’s fingers alternate, left hand then right, slipping in and out of Molly’s soaped up anus, one at a time, then two at a time. She grips his cock; he spreads her ass cheeks and pushes two fingers deep inside, working her sphincter open in wide circles. One of Molly’s hands leaves Anthony’s cock to plow her pussy, the other grabs the shower head to rinse them both of suds.
As Anthony continues to clean out Molly’s rectum, her panting evolves into moans. And then the rolling of her hips becomes subtle thrusts. Watching her get worked up is worth the effort. Despite the water, they’re sweating again. The smell says so.
“Baby, I need you in there. Put that cock in my ass. Fuck my ass. Do it so hard that you fuck the piss out of me. I want gümüldür escort to feel like I’m shitting out your cock when I pee all over our legs.”
Molly is exactly the type of person to have planned ahead, so it’s no surprise to Anthony that she should have a bottle of lube on the shower stall shelf. After knocking the shower head out of the way again, she grabs the bottle, pushes her ass out farther. She squirts a whole handful of lube into her palm and smears the viscous fluid all over her anus. Her fingers wrap up into her dark hole that is just starting to gape, pushing the lube inside. “Jesus,” she said, “you really got me going.”
“Do you like taking it in the ass?” says Anthony, wiping some of the excess lube from her shining ass cheeks on his cock. He tries to ignore the ring on his finger, dripping with lubricant and Molly’s fresh anal mucus.
“I might like it more than vag,” she says, looking over her shoulder with those honey eyes.
“Why?” says Anthony, watching her lips pout.
“It’s more intense,” she whispers.
Anthony can’t resist. He cups his lube-slickened hands over Molly’s breasts and rubs while he leans over to kiss her mouth one more time. She sucks on his lip for a moment and runs her tongue along Anthony’s upper teeth. With his rager sliding freely over her asshole, Anthony’s hands slip down from Molly’s tits and onto her soft pooch which he rubs as though it was a breast.
He knows he shouldn’t, but he has to. Something about her belly is driving him crazy.
“Do you like this?” he says, nerves turning his stomach.
Molly is quiet a moment. “My husband never touches me there. He thinks it’s gross. Do you like touching me there?” Anthony continues to rub her belly low, just above her bush, and she wiggles her ass against his cock, right over her loosened sphincter. Her arms raise over her head, and she runs her hands over his corded forearms. Her pits are beginning to smell of sex once again.
“I don’t think anything about you is gross, Molly,” he says. “You are easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” And he realizes that he means it. Tess was wild when she still had a libido, but Molly is on a whole separate level.
“I bet you say that to all the women you cheat with,” she says. The pang in Anthony’s gut make him feel a little ill, but more than that, he finds his dick physically aching to be inside this woman. Molly grinds her ass back into him. “Is it time? I want that cock up inside my asshole soooo baaaaad.”
“Almost. Play with your pussy,” he says. “Show me how aroused you are.”
Molly moans and drops her hand to her crotch, the underside of Anthony’s cock still sliding over her asshole. Her hand digs around. “Do you want to taste me? Taste how badly I want you.”
She lifts her hand and plunges it into Anthony’s mouth. He licks between her fingers and inhales her musky scent. Again she wipes up her sex and places it in his mouth while her free hand reaches around to guide the head of his cock into her waiting asshole.
Anthony’s restraint is maxed out. He allows the silk, dark tunnel to accept his rod, still tight around him despite the earlier workout.
“Oooo, ow,” she says. “It’s… slow. Fuck, you feel huge!”
“I shouldn’t,” he says, with a little chuckle, rubbing both of his hands across her belly from the mound of her cunt to her breasts. “I measured once.” And he breathes deeply as she shoves her ass backward. The sleeve of her rectum feels glorious over his cock. He hasn’t been inside a woman for so… so long. And an asshole even longer.
“Honey,” she breathes, “shut up and push that dick into me.”
“Does it still pinch?” he says, familiar from enjoying his own occasional solo anal explorations.
“It’s getting better. Can you feel it slipping in and out? Am I tight?”
“Shit Molly, you’re really hugging this dick. You feel so slick in there. Keep pushing. Oh fuck! Do you feel that?”
“Yeah, it feels like I’m going to shit,” she says. “It’s hot knowing it’s your cock. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh… Yes now harder. Harder. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ASS!”
Molly’s soft haunches jiggle with each thrust, and the sound of her anus sucking on Anthony’s dick is overtaken by the slap of his thighs against hers. “Fuck,” he says. “Fuck.”
After ten minutes or so, Anthony is slamming her hard, and Molly’s moans grow louder and louder. Faster, harder. “Can you keep going?” says Molly, panting, shifting in rhythm with Anthony. “My bladder is filling, but I need more time.”
“I’ll try.” Anthony can feel his balls filling.
The minutes tick by, and now there’s as much sweat on Anthony’s body as there was shower water. Molly’s pits stink again, Anthony’s too. And there’s this slightly nasty scent in the air that reminds Anthony where his cock is.
“I’m… I’m ready,” says Molly. “I’m full of piss for you, and.., I feel like I’m going to shit. Fuck that piss out of me, Anthony. Fuck me hard.”
“Do you… want me to güzelbahçe escort cum inside you?”
“Yes!” Molly cries, pushing harder. “Cum in my fucking ass! I’m going to piss. I can feel it! Tell me when… Tell me when!”
“Fuck! Fuck!” says Anthony. “That’s fucking hot… I’m…” He thrusts, thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. “I’m…” Slap, slap, slap, slap.
“I can’t hold it!” she cries.
“Shit that dick out, baby!” he growls. “I’m cumming in that fucking ass! Push! Push! Shit that dick out! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Oh fuck!” Molly squeals, and a hiss erupts from her pussy, and she squats, but Anthony holds her tight, grinding his spewing cock into her dark opening as his balls empty.
He pulls out quickly, and Molly’s legs spread wider. Her asshole blooms into a little rose as she pushes, urine and squirt jetting from her urethra while Anthony’s cum bubbles out of her asshole.
“Lick it!” she says. “I want to taste my piss, and your cum from my asshole.”
Anthony drops to one knee and sucks the pee dribbling from the inside of Molly’s thighs, sweeps up against her pussy and gives it a hard suck. He’s rewarded with a quick spurt of sweetened urine and musk directly from the source, and then wraps around back and gathers his spunk from her flared anus on his tongue. He’s so turned on, he feels as though he might cum again, but instead of grabbing his cock, he wraps his mouth around the tiny bulb of Molly’s prolapse and licks and licks.
A delicious sound escapes Molly’s throat. “You bad, bad boy. Oh yes, get that. Fucking lick my insides. Now feed it to me. I want to taste the mess we made.”
Anthony rises up alongside his lover’s sweaty, milky body and waits for her to open her mouth. Piss and spunk and anal mucus run into her mouth and she massages her clit as she swallows.
“Quick,” she says suddenly. “Put your dick in my ass. Before you’re too soft.”
“Oh… Okay,” he says, pretty sure he knows what’s coming next. Molly’s ass tooches out again, her legs spread, and Anthony’s slowly softening cock slips right in.
“Do it,” she says. “Piss in my asshole. Can you do it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” says Anthony with a grin. It takes a minute for things to feel right. He’s had to pee for some time after drinking that giant bottle of water and fucking Molly’s asshole for nearly twenty minutes. His cock is a little numb, which is probably for the best since it’s still inside her ruined, beaten anus, and he knows he won’t pee through an erection. Anthony worries it’s not going to happen, but Molly hums pleasantly for him to take his time. She’s not going anywhere. All the while, she slowly fingers her pussy.
Finally, the burn of urine climbs through Anthony’s tube, and he can feel the moment it shoots out into Molly’ bum. “Do you feel that?”
“I think so,” she says. “Oh, that’s hot.”
“I’m pissing in your asshole, Molly. Do you like being my dirty piss whore?” He can feel some of the warm of his own liquid sloshing around his dick as his bladder pours into her filthiest hole.
“God yes, I love it. I’m so nasty for you. I’m such a fucking slut; I love your golden water in my ass so much.”
“Okay,” Anthony says when his stream is finally depleted. “I’m pulling out. Are you ready? Are you going to push?
“No,” she says. “I have another idea.”
Anthony’s flaccid cock slides free, and a bit of yellow liquid seeps from Molly’s ruined pucker, but she clamps it shut. Anthony’s a little surprised she can.
Pushing the shower door open, Molly says, “Will you help me? I want to do something really nasty.”
They exit the shower, and when Anthony reaches for a towel, Molly slaps his hand away. “No you don’t,” she says. “I want to smell us.” Which suits Anthony just fine – so does he.
Her hand over his, the curvy brunette drags Anthony into the bedroom and she rolls gently over onto the bed. Her bushy lips part for a moment, and Anthony can’t help but admire her pink, meaty snatch puffing up through all that sopping pubic hair.
“Wait,” he says, dropping his face quickly to lick and plant kisses on her erect clit. “Proceed.”
Biting her lip, Molly rolls over. It takes Anthony a second to realize what she’s doing. Her legs swing up against the headboard until her legs are vertical and her back is on the bed. “Help me get my ass up,” she says.
Anthony does as she asked, and soon Molly’s practically doubled over on herself, her large breasts threatening to suffocate her. But she doesn’t give up.
Without a word, her asshole flares open, and Anthony’s piss bubbles up and out and down her body. She opens her mouth and a small rivulet of liquid makes it inside. The rest yellows the white sheets. Moments later, her own tiny urine stream joins the gush from her asshole. Anthony has no choice… He climbs up over her face, legs spread, his cock and balls on Molly’s forehead, and he laps at her tiny stream being sure to flick her clit with his tongue.
It’s over too quickly, and while Anthony uses his mouth to clear her anus and her pussy, Molly pulls his scrotum into her mouth and runs her fingers around his tight exit.
“That’s good,” he says, rubbing his nose over her asshole and into her vagina, ensuring her musk is all over him. He inhales her scent, deep and satisfying. “But I still need some time, sweetheart.”
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