3 comments/ 28919 views/ 15 favorites The Night Hell Froze Over By: Wild Bill There are two things in my life that determine a day when Hell freezes over. First, the Atlanta Falcons making it to the Super Bowl. Second, meeting a nice saucy wench with a bodacious set of ta-ta's and nymphomaniac-like tendencies with no qualms about sucking a gargantuan pillar of Roman manhood 24-hours a day. Let me tell you about an evening when the Devil had a double layer of icicles hanging from his spiked little tail. A couple years ago the Atlanta Falcons somehow pulled off an amazing season and had earned themselves a spot in the division championship game against the Minnesota Vikings. It had been years since the Falcons had had a successful season and the town was going crazy. All the bars would be packed that fateful Sunday and I had full intentions of being part of the crowd. I contacted a good friend of mine named Steve and we decided to meet up at a local sports bar to watch the game. Even though I was single at the time, it didn't bother me in the least when he informed me that his girlfriend would be joining us. Ursula was a true Swede – tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. She had a great personality and was always fun to hang out with. I arrived at the bar several hours before game time to ensure a good table, and had successfully downed several beers before Steve and Ursula showed up. As the three of us ordered some munchies and a round of drinks, Ursula informed me that she had invited a girlfriend of hers named Dana. Dana was a girl who I had met over at Steve's just once or twice previously, but since I was usually with a girlfriend I had never taken a serious look at her. Now that I was single and being it a festive evening I was looking forward to getting to know her. About 5 minutes before the opening kick-off Ursula spotted Dana weaving through the crowd towards our table. I looked up as she approached and took in the site: shorter than me, long black hair pulled back and tucked under a blue baseball cap, baggy sweatshirt and tight faded jeans. Her attire wasn't anything that would attract attention, but the fine features of her face were glorious: big brown eyes, cute little nose, soft lips and a tanned complexion...part Italian, if I remember my conversations with her in the past. I offered my coolest 'Hello' as she sat. The game was phenomenal. We drank and ate and drank some more...the place loud and wild when the Falcons scored and a smattering of boo's when the Vikings scored...idle chit-chat during the commercials and halftime. Then, with just seconds remaining in the game, the Falcons kicked a field goal and won the game! The Atlanta Falcons, notorious for blowing leads and record-breaking losing streaks, had earned the right to appear in the Super Bowl. The bar erupted into an ear-piercing barrage of clapping, yells, shrieks and whistles. Caught up in the excitement, I turned to Dana who literally leapt into my arms for a congratulatory hug. My mind was still reeling from the Falcon's victory, but there was enough man-juice in my brain to concentrate on more important things...like realizing the huge breasts, concealed all night by an extra-large sweatshirt, pressing against my chest...like the fact that this petite frame fit so well in my arms...like the tight little jean-covered ass cheek now innocently cupped in one of my hands...like the sweet smell of her perfume. When we broke from our embrace there was that split second when our eyes met and time stood still. No music...no screaming Falcon fans...total silence. It's as if it were just her and I alone in a room. It was that awkward moment that everyone has encountered – the slight hesitation while you wondered if you were supposed to lean in for a kiss or pull away and accept it as a friendly hug. I chose the latter, not wanting to ruffle any feathers and possibly ruin a perfectly good evening. ****** We got back to Steve's apartment a little after midnight. The girls headed for the kitchen to rustle up a few beers while Steve and I settled in the living room and started rolling a couple of fat joints. Within an hour of smoking and some card-playing we were all pretty high, laughing and giggling at the stupidest things. And, of course, the munchies kicked in. Ursula mentioned that Steve had a roll of Pillsbury Chocolate Chip Cookie dough in the freezer and we all agreed that would be a great start. Steve and I were sitting back talking about the game when laughs of mass hysteria came from the girls over in the kitchen. We jumped up and ran over to see the two girls in an all-out cookie dough fight. Smashing the dough in each other's hair...throwing chunks at each other...smearing the dough all over each other's clothes. Steve and I cheered them on until they pretty much collapsed on the tiled floor from exhaustion, still laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their dough-covered cheeks. We clapped in appreciation for the show. Dana was the first to stand. Her hat long gone, hair a tangled mess, sweatshirt all wrinkled and coated in cookie dough. She reached cross-armed to grasp the bottom of her sweatshirt and hiked it up over her head and off. I felt an instant tingle in my jeans at that split moment when her arms were reaching over her head and the white tshirt she wore beneath stretched tightly across her healthy breasts. They seemed big when she had the sweatshirt on...the felt bigger when we hugged earlier...now they looked absolutely huge. I couldn't believe their size compared to her short, tiny frame. I somehow managed to peel my eyes away before her head popped from the sweatshirt. "Look at my hair," Dana shrieked in laughter as she combed her fingers through the long strands in a meager attempt to gather cookie dough. Ursula was now standing as well, still laughing and trying to catch her breath and picking dough from her sweater and jeans. "If you wanna take a shower, Dana, you can use the one in our room." "Thanks," Dana replied as she headed down the hallway towards the back of the house. I watched her little ass move back and forth in her tight jeans until she turned into the master bedroom. Steve and I returned to our seats in the living room as Ursula grabbed a bag of chips form the pantry and joined us. "They aren't chocolate chip cookies...sorry," she said as she poured them into a bowl on the coffee table. "No problem," Steve replied. "The show was well worth the loss of some cookies, wouldn't you agree Bill?" "Yup," I agreed. "Well worth it." "Damn that was sexy," Steve directed towards Ursula. She walked over to him and straddled his lap with her arms over his shoulders. "How sexy was it?" "Very sexy," he replied in a fake studly voice. And then they started making out. His hands caressing her back and sliding over her jean-covered ass...her hips grinding against his lap. Out of courtesy I got up, grabbed one of the joints from the coffee table and wandered into the kitchen to give them some privacy. I snagged another beer from the fridge and lit the joint as I weighed my options on what to do next. I could just hang out in the kitchen until Dana was done, with hopes that she would hang around, or I could just leave and head home. The snap and the zip of either Steve or Ursula's jeans confirmed that they weren't going to be too sociable the rest of the evening so I decided I would head home. I figured I would at least knock on the bathroom door and yell a 'good-bye' to Dana, just to stay in good graces for future meetings. The sound of the shower grew as I made my way down the hall and into the master bedroom. As soon as I saw that the bathroom door was cracked just a bit, my perverted stoned mind kicked into over-drive and I found myself almost sneaking towards it...a little swelling in my jeans. I peeked through the small opening with hopes of perhaps a glimpse of Dana in the shower, but all hope faded when I saw they had a dark green shower curtain instead of those convenient glass doors. Disappointed, and brave from the joint I had pretty much finished off, I knocked on the door and jokingly yelled into the bathroom, "Hey Dana, need me to come in there and make sure all the cookie dough is out of your hair?" There was a moment of just the sound of the shower – I probably had startled her. "No, that's OK," she finally yelled back. "I'll wash your back at no extra charge..." Another moment of silence. Was she actually considering my offer? "No...I think I'm fine." "Alright, then. I'm going to head home. You want a toke off this joint before I go?" No pause this time. "Yes," she replied with great enthusiasm. Her head appeared around the edge of the shower curtain, one hand gripping the curtain modestly against her neck. And she looked absolutely beautiful...a true vision from Heaven. Her long, wet black hair cascading across her shoulders...those big brown puppy eyes staring at me...tiny droplets of water dangling from her eyelashes and the tip of her nose...her soft pink tongue innocently dabbing at the water on her upper lip. I finally managed to make my feet move, and I kept solid eye contact as I walked towards her. I extended my hand holding the joint. Perhaps not thinking, or perhaps intentionally, she reached for it with the hand that had been holding the shower curtain. It dropped away just enough to expose the soft round outer curve of one breast before she coyly grabbed it with her other hand and held it against her. She took one long toke and handed it back to me...holding her the smoke in her lungs briefly...then exhaling. "Thanks," she said in a voice that sounded almost timid. "Where are Steve and Ursula?" "They're in the living room getting their groove on." "That figures." "Last chance for that helping hand," I said almost pleading. "I think I've got it covered." And she disappeared behind the curtain. I sensed something from our eye contact so I decided to throw out one last plea. "You can stay facing the shower with your back to me...all I'll see is your ass, and hell, everyone has an ass – even me...of course, probably none compare to yours." There was no reply, and I assumed my intended compliment may have offended her. I turned and started towards the door. "OK," she suddenly said...very softly...just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower. I didn't ask if she was sure about her decision – no need to offer an opportunity for her to change her mind. I took one big hit off the joint, tossed the rest into the sink and ripped my clothes off as fast as I could. My cock was half erect as I made my way to the shower and at full-staff as I stepped past the curtain into the tub. Dana stood under the streaming water with her back facing me, her elbows at her sides, her arms in front of her chest with her hands clasped beneath her chin, her legs tightly together. My eyes lowered across her back, past her tiny waist, and locked onto her ass...and, as expected, what a fine ass it was...small and firm...an ass I would love to sink my teeth into. Her olive skin, Greek ancestry I had been told, gave her entire body an exotic look, and coupled with the water trickling down her back, across her butt and on down her legs almost pushed me over the edge just admiring the site. As if too shy to look me in the eye, she looked to the ceiling to speak. "The shampoo is in the pink bottle." I found the bottle on the ledge behind me, picked it up and squeezed a gob of shampoo into my palm. My hand appeared to be shaking as I set the bottle back on the ledge and stepped towards her. I was very conscious as to how close I stood. I didn't want my raging hard-on to be poking her ass cheeks...well, actually I did, but I didn't know if she would appreciate it. I had never washed anyone else's hair before, but I remember how good it feels when the girl at the place where I get my hair cut washed mine. I tried to emulate the technique...strong finger massage on the scalp, small circular motions, dragging my fingertips through her hair. The soft moan that slipped through her lips led me to believe I was doing it right. It wasn't long before my horny mind kicked in and convinced me to proceed – hell, I wasn't going to waste this prime opportunity and just step out. I allowed my finger tips to occasionally massage her temples, lightly rub down the back of her neck and even trace the soft outer contours of her ears. I noticed her head often rolling with my touch...a sure sign she was enjoying the treatment I was giving her...but her body remained in the exact same position as it was when I had joined her. "Mmmmmm...that feels soooooo good," she finally murmured. "It's supposed to," I replied. "Now rinse the shampoo from your hair." I stood there in the middle of the bath tub feeling like a dirty old pervert...naked, cold, my hard cock pointing straight out, slightly damp from the occasional spray of water off her body, and gawking at the goddess before me. Her hands lifted to her head as she leaned forward under the stream of the shower, raking her fingers through her long black mane. My knees instantly felt weak as I caught glimpse of the soft, generous, outer curves of her breasts clearly visible on either side, swaying ever so gently in rhythm with her arm motions. By cock bobbed in excitement as I watched the shampoo rinse from her hair...cascading down the small of her back and over her ass...much of it gathering down along the crack between her cheeks...then disappearing into the dark nether-region between her legs...appearing once again along the inside of her thighs...down along her shapely calves...until it mixed with the water and circled down the drain. Snapping back to my senses, and before she had the chance to say 'thanks' with the intent that I leave, I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up my hands. I stepped forward while she was still rinsing her hair and began rubbing the soap across her shoulders. Perhaps a little startled from my touch, she stepped backwards out from under the stream of water causing that fabulous ass of hers to bump right into my manhood. "Oh, man...I'm sorry," I stammered. I was sure she was going to call a halt to everything right then and there. "I'm sorry...my fault...I'm the one that backed up," she said with a slight giggle. "You may continue." Her arms returned to their original position. Her order, as if I were her servant, shot a thrill through my body. I quickly re-lathered my hands and began working on her shoulders again, but remaining a safe distance back from her to avoid accidental contact. My hands slowly worked their way down her back to the delicate arch just above her ass and back up. Each time I repeated this I allowed my hands to travel a little lower, wondering how far I could push the envelope, until my finger tips actually bumped across the top of the crack of her ass. No resistance. I kept one hand on her back, a sign for her that I wasn't done, as I grabbed the soap again and worked up some more lather, then switched and lathered up my other hand. With both hands now coated in suds I placed them for a brief second on her shoulders and slowly let them slide downwards...my thumbs pressing firmly against her spine...down across the small of her back...and finally over that sweet ass I had been admiring. With my palms right on each cheek, I let my fingers slide down and under...down along the crease where her ass meets the back of her upper thighs. An ass cheek now firmly in each hand, I offered a tender squeeze. Still no resistance. Realizing this territory was fair play, I focused all my attention on her ass. I rubbed and kneaded the firm cheeks as if I were merely massaging, when in actuality I was copping a wonderful feel. I even let my thumbs casually trace along the crevasse between her cheeks...one stroke a casual caress...one stroke exploring deeper...and then one bold stroke that had my soapy thumb rub against her puckered hole and continue down until it brushed the sensitive flesh between her ass and her pussy. An immediate, low growling moan came from her throat...her head leaned back slightly...and she shifted her stance so her legs were now slightly parted. I was in shock! Was she actually opening up for me? Or was she getting a little overwhelmed with the hot water, the pot she smoked and the sensation of having her ass rubbed and needed to brace herself in a more stable stance? I know it sounds stupid that I was thinking out the possibilities, but you don't want to make a wrong move and piss off the best friend of your best friend's girlfriend. So I figured I would do what any gentleman would do – simply ask. I stepped right up behind her...guiding my rigid cock between her partially parted thighs so the entire length pressed firmly up against her crotch...placing my soapy hands on her shoulders... leaning my head over her right shoulder...my lips brushing her ear and whispering, "I'm done with your back, you want me to go now?" It was the moment of truth. Her pause seemed like an eternity. I knew she was weighing her options – the good girl in her wanting to say 'yes, please leave' and the bad girl in her wanting to say 'no, please stay'. Dana's answer finally came with a slight, yet deliberate shake 'no'. It was all I needed. My hands slipped from her shoulders and grasped her hands still tucked beneath her chin, interlocking our fingers and guiding them down to her sides. My view down over her shoulder revealed her colossal orbs...jutting proudly from her chest...still at the age of defying gravity...large, dark brown nipples as stiff as I was. I watched for a moment as the streams of water from the shower splashed against the olive skin, much of it pooling down between the deep cleavage. I released my grasp of her right hand and placed my own hand on her smooth, flat stomach. She was beginning to breathe heavily. I nibbled softly on her exposed ear lobe, and she gently tilted her head offering easier access...her free hand reached back and rested on my hip...her fingers stretched across a small portion of my ass. Her mere touch caused my cock, still wedged against her crotch, to twitch, earning another soft moan from Dana. My hand on her stomach slowly began to slide upwards...my heart racing in anticipation of having those fleshy mounds in my grasp. Finally my thumb brushed against the bottom swell of her right breast. Dana suddenly let go of my left hand and I froze. I fully expected her to reach up and push my right hand down, away from her chest, but instead she reached backwards and placed her hand on my other hip...further back than her first hand...those fingers, too, stretching across my ass...flexing for a soft squeeze and pulling me closer behind her...her ass now pressing firmly against my abdomen. With both her arms stretched out behind her, those massive globes seemed to jut out even more...and it gave me easy access to them. My left hand skipped the trip across her stomach and went straight in line with my right hand...just beneath her left breast and the soft swell resting against my thumb. The time had come...in unison, my hands slid out and up following the supple curves of each breast...my fingers bumping across her solid nipples until each hand cupped one of her splendid tits. Actually, 'cupped' is not an accurate word to use. My hands, considered by some as an above-average size for a man of my height, seemed to pale in comparison to the vastness of these breasts...almost dwarfed by the enormity of each sphere. And no words can describe the true feeling of having these breasts in my hands. The skin so soft, yet the breast so full...so heavy...so firm...so immense. No silicone, either - just 100% pure breast. Not bragging, but through my years I have had a good share of breasts in my hands...none have compared to how good these felt pressed into my palms. To this day I get hard in a split second when I think back to how good they felt. The Night Hell Froze Over I was so concentrated on rubbing, squeezing, weighing and caressing her melons and pinching and tweaking her nipples. I suddenly felt a familiar tingle shoot through my cock, and it was then that I noticed Dana was slowly rocking her hips forward and backwards along my shaft. Her pussy was already wet from the shower, but her lips had opened and her juices were lubricating my cock with a different kind of wetness...the good kind of wetness. Without warning Dana spun around, wrapping her arms around my neck and diving in for serious kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, letting one hand rest on the small of her back and the other grabbing a full ass cheek, pulling her against me. As our tongues wrestled and teased, I could feel her massive breasts pressed tightly against my chest and the soft curly hairs of her mound tickling the underside of my cock – now squashed between our stomachs. "Lay down," she muttered between kisses. I immediately did as I was told, laying down and stretching out on my back in the tub, my shoulders and head resting against the cool porcelain slope at one end. The view from this position was spectacular, to say the least. She stood with a foot on either side of my thighs...head leaning back with her hands running through her hair under the stream of water. My eyes devoured this goddess towering above me...strong, shapely legs...slender thighs stretching upwards...neatly trimmed black patch of hair atop her swollen pussy...a subtle hint of pink peaking from between her folds...a nice, flat stomach...and those splendid mounds of flesh...full with perfect curvature...swaying back and forth in rhythm with her arm movements...large, dark-pink aureoles...hard nipples. "Like what you see?" Her voice startled me – I was so engrossed in eyeing this perfect specimen. All I could do was nod. She knelt down...a knee on either side of my thighs...my aching cock standing straight up just a few inches in front of her. She reached for the bar of soap and lathered up her hands completely, then proceeded to give a thorough cleaning to her chest. I almost shot my load just watching as her soapy hands circled and massaged her massive orbs...her fingers gliding between the deep cleavage and across the mass expanse of each breast...lifting them slightly...mashing them together...over and over again...finishing off with a solid, simultaneous tweak of her nipples. Her eyes never left mine as she shifted back so she was sitting on my knees, then leaned forward letting her massive breasts rest against my thighs. With a wink she moved forward...soapy breasts sliding across my skin...up my thighs...and I looked down to see my cock disappear into the deep crevasse. She let her breasts reach my stomach before she started sliding back down, and I watched as my swollen, purple head peaked from the dark cleavage. She continued this sliding up and down, titty-fucking my woody with her glorious mountains of flesh until my face began to contort with the imminent orgasm building inside me. Like a true professional she stopped and straightened up, grabbing the base of my cock between her thumb and forefinger and pinching tight. My cock throbbed three or four times, but she had successfully cut off the flow. When she was sure I was back under control, she released her grip and leaned backwards under the shower...the water splashing across her face and chest and rinsing the soap from her olive skin. I watched in complete awe as she leaned her head back more and opened her mouth, catching a mouthful of water until her cheeks ballooned, then rocked forward and hovered her face not an inch above my cock. Slowly, yet deliberately, she allowed the water to dribble from her mouth and splash across by pulsating cock, rinsing the remnants of soap from my shaft. Satisfied that my sword was clean of all soapy residue, she bowed her head lower and, beginning where my cock meets my sac, traced her tongue delicately up the entire length of the underside until it tickled my slit...dabbing at the hint of pre-cum that had oozed from deep inside. She paused briefly...savoring the new flavor that invaded her taste buds...then parted her lips and lowered her head again...this time devouring my cock. I could feel my tip pressing firmly against the back of her throat as her tongue lavishly lapped and caressed every inch of my cock...pulling back slightly to trace along the ridge of the head...dropping back down as her throat stretched to accept me. I felt one of her hands cup my balls as she continued her oral assault...her fingers gently massaging each nut...weighing my sac...massaging with an expert touch. Then, with my balls cupped neatly in her palm, I felt one of her fingers trace along the backside and slide between my ass cheeks...coming to rest with a firm press of her fingertip right on my puckered little hole. I've never been a real fan of entering through the out door, but the feel of her colossal orbs mashed against my thighs, her tongue and teeth working wonders on my cock, and now the amazing sensation shooting through my body by a mere press of her finger tip had my mind spinning in ecstasy. I felt it in my toes first, I think. Then in my fingertips. A tingling feeling unlike ever before felt...rising through my ankles...picking up speed as it drove through my calves and up my arms...coursing past my knees and through my thighs...my head became light...the sensation racing across my chest and deep into my belly...my legs and stomach flexing uncontrollably...my ass cheeks scrunching against her probing finger...the waves of tingling crashing together in my crotch...and erupting out my cock. Her throat muscles flexed as she swallowed, milking the tip of my cock and adding yet another incredible sensation. Load after load...each convulsion rewarded by a firmer press of her finger tip, now just barely invading the rim of my hole. I would like to say she swallowed every last drop, but there is no way I know for sure. My eyes were rolled so far into the back of my head, eyes clamped shut, brain swirling a million miles an hour. All I know is that it felt as though she had just sucked every last drop of everything outta me...my innards were gone for sure...down her throat and gone forever. I couldn't move. My body just lay there. It took everything I could muster just to take a breath. When I finally found the strength to open my eyes I saw her on all fours hovering above me...her magnificent melons dangling just above my chest...her eyes looked full and hungry...her tongue appearing briefly for an innocent lick of her upper lip. "You OK," she asked with a mix of concern and a grin? I tried to say yes...my mouth opened and I mouthed the word...but nothing came out. She laughed as I built some saliva to moisten my tongue and tried again...this time my voice had returned. I flexed my eyes, trying to focus on everything again. I could feel my cock draped across one thigh, exhausted from the recent ordeal. I did a subconscious penis-flex and I felt it twitch – at least it was still alive. "Ready to continue," she asked? "Absolutely," I lied. Hell, I was figuring at least a week to recoup from that volcanic orgasm. Leaning forward, she braced herself with her hands on the wall just above my head, offering her bountiful globes to my face. I could hardly breathe. I reached up and cupped them in each hand, guiding one towards my mouth while weighing and massaging the other. I spent a good bit of time licking around her hard nipple before pulling it into my mouth, suckling on the hardened nub of flesh and teasing it between my teeth. She would arch her back, pressing the massive tit against my face, and with every tug on her nipple she would let out a fervent moan. My body responded as well. I could feel my fingertips and could wiggle my toes again. And surprisingly, as I lunched on her unforgettable tits, my trusty soldier began to rise, soon again ready for battle. Every now and then, as she moved her body in rhythm to my sucking and licking, her pubes would casually brush against the tip of my cock. I pressed my feet against the other end of the tub for support and lifted my hips, trying desperately to get more intimate contact. And occasionally I would be rewarded as my tip enjoyed a brief sweep against her pussy lips. She, too, must have felt the incidental contact and obligingly lowered her hips, catching the tip of my cock in her puffy, velvety outer folds with expert precision. I tried to concentrate on the attention I was paying to her tits, but feeling that slick opening teasing my swollen head was quickly taking over. I reached down with one hand and grabbed her ass then arched my back again, trying to bury myself deep inside her, but this position and the uncomfortable tub reeked havoc on my shoulders and I only managed to sink in just past the head before dropping out. I couldn't take it any more – I just had to be inside her. "Stand up," I ordered. She obediently stood and I managed to get to my feet...legs still a little shaky. I slipped past so I was behind her and pushed lightly on her shoulders. She took the hint immediately, parting her legs and leaning forward with her hands gripping a towel rack on the wall for support. I looked down at her exquisite ass pointing out at me...what a glorious sight. As badly as I wanted to fuck her right then and there, I couldn't bring myself to passing up the opportunity of getting a better view. I dropped to my knees with my hands on her hips...her crotch now pretty much at eye level. Those beautiful puffy pussy lips...the slick pink folds of flesh...tight little ass hole...all seemingly calling for my attention. I brought one hand between her legs and let my finger gently trace the length of her slit. Her body quivered...her sensitive pussy flesh shooting chills through her body at the mere touch. I quickly turned and sat on the floor of the tub behind her, then hanging on to her ass leaned back and positioned my head between her trembling thighs. This new position had that sweet pussy right in my face, and I instantly allowed my tongue to dart out and taste the wetness coating the folds. The sweet taste of her juices coated my tongue as it slid up and down her opening, stopping briefly at the top to tease her inflamed clit. Her body shuddered again...her knees weak...her hips gyrating against my face...her wet patch of hair brushing against my nose. I let my tongue explore the elaborate maze of tender pink flesh, occasionally sliding deep for more nectar from this goddess straddling my face. Her moans were getting louder...echoing in the small bathroom. My tongue slid up one last time until it traced across her stiff clit once again...this time spending more time there...dancing...darting...teasing...tickling. I pulled myself upwards, pushing my face as close to her as possible and grabbed that clit gently between my teeth and softly tugged. Her body massively convulsed as a cry escaped from her throat. I felt her thighs tighten against my ears...her body rocking in rhythm to the waves of her orgasm...and I did all I could to support her as she struggled to remain standing. As she caught her breath, I took the liberty of lapping at her juices that were dripping down the inside of her upper thigh...a phenomenal tang...a taste that I will remember forever. She continued to stand there...breathing hard...legs parted...ass sticking out...arched back...bent slightly...her hands bracing herself against the wall. I got to my feet behind her and again admired the view. I took my cock in my hand and, placing one hand on her hip, stepped towards her, guiding my shaft between those parted thighs until the tip brushed against her blood-engorged pussy lips, hoping she was ready for more. She looked over her should at me...those beautiful dark brown puppy eyes filled with lust...biting firmly on her bottom lip. "Fuck me...fuck me NOW!" She pushed up onto her toes and arched her back more offering me easier access, and I pushed forward...my rigid cock sliding slowly into the warm, wet depths of my Greek goddess. I continued my initial dive right to the hilt...until my abdomen pressed against her firm ass cheeks and the tip of my cock brushed an inner-most wall. "Oh shit, that feels good," she managed to mumble softly...her voice wavering slightly. With both hands on her hips now, I slowly withdrew until my swollen tip was barely hanging in there...staring down at where our bodies joined...my cock glistening with her juices...then purposely drove back in. Then again. Within a few slow deliberate strokes I found her body rocking to meet each thrust. "Open the shower curtain..." I was completely entranced as I stared down between her ass cheeks and watched my rod sliding in and out. "Open the shower curtain..." I snapped out of it, stopping mid-stroke, when I realized she had spoken. "Sorry...what was that?" "Open the shower curtain...so I can watch us," she repeated. I ripped the curtain open in one foul swoosh. There, in a bathtub, dripping wet in a combo of shower water and sweat, standing behind a naked bent-over female was a reflection of me staring right back. The huge mirror above the sinks and counter on the opposite wall offered a full, unobstructed view of the festivities going on in the shower. I took a second to admire the view...as if a peeping Tom on my own sexual escapades...her lithe thighs flexing as she rose on her toes...her gorgeous ass in my hands...her massive globes...and then her face...oh, what a sculptured piece of perfection...and with a shit-eatin' grin. "Great idea," I finally said. "I thought so...now, where were we?" As a courtesy, I kept my arm to my side as to not block her view of my cock disappearing between her legs, and actually turned ever so slightly as I withdrew almost all the way. I watched her in the reflection as her eyes dropped from mine and focused on my shaft...her eyes growing wide like a little kid on Christmas morning. She watched keenly as I slowly slid back inside her. With that she began rocking her body back and forth again, riding my throbbing pillar of manhood. I resumed my thrusts into her heavenly pussy, but kept a keen eye on our reflection, as did she. I watched as her huge orbs swayed in rhythm with our pounding...I watched as my hands caressed her back...and thighs...and ass...and stomach...and those mighty breasts. The view was phenomenal...her inner muscles expertly milking my cock was supreme...and it all hit at once. My sac tightened, my ass flexed, my fingers dug into her hips and my cock erupted deep inside her...one...two...three...four...five...each throb filling her with my seed. As I caught my bearings and my breathing settled down a bit I managed to focus on the mirror and saw she was still rocking up and down on my shaft...one hand playing with one of her tits...her fingers pinching and pulling on the stiff nipple. My body was spent...completely exhausted...but didn't want to disappoint her and I knew she was close to cumming again. I remembered what she had done to me while sucking my cock – the gentle pressure of her finger against my asshole – and although I had never ventured there before, decided she just might need it to ride over the edge. As I continued to meet her rhythm I took my thumb, and beginning up around her neck let it trace with some pressure down along her spine...across her arched back...down between her ass cheeks...until it came to rest on her tightened little hole. A deep-throated squeal radiated from her lips...her eyes closed in ecstasy...the fingers tugging on her nipple clenched tighter...her body stopped rocking mid-thrust...and she rose high on her toes in anticipation... I cautiously pushed my thumb, wet from the shower and the sweat on her back, past the tight outer ring. A low growl came from her throat... I ventured deeper as she raised her ass to meet my probing digit... With my thumb buried as deep as it could go I rocked back and forth just two or three times allowing my cock to slide through her hungry pussy and cause friction on the thin membrane separating my thumb... And that was all she needed as her orgasm took over...an all-out scream followed by several loud grunts that honestly scared the living hell out of me...sounding almost painful. When her waves of orgasm subsided, I popped my thumb out and slowly withdrew my softening cock. I took a few steps backwards to stand under the stream of the shower...the water now turning cold but feeling good. Dana straightened up and turned to face me. Her face and upper chest were flushed a deep red...her big brown eyes had an exhausted look to them...her dark nipples still were hard atop her huge breasts...her stomach rising and falling with her heavy breaths...her inner thighs coated with our juices. She joined me under the shower, grabbing the soap on the way. We proceeded to wash each other from head to toe, then dried each other off. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom, both of us collapsing on the king-sized bed. I managed to slide under the cool sheets and Dan slid in, spooning up against me. I draped my arm around her and she pulled it tight against her chest. Hell may have frozen over, but I was cozy...