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I love this piece. Some advanced intercourse. It's the next sex toy erotica piece. I'm working on part three of my real-life erotica series, Hair Like A Long Black Curtain. It wont be long now.

Jessica pulled the covers up over her bare shoulders. Laying on her
side with me on my back, I remember feeling her smooth inner thigh
across my stomach, pulling me into her body-grasp. With just a little
thrust, she made sure I knew her vulva was wet as it kissed the space
between my hip and my ass. I looked over to her peaceful face, eyes
closed with a tiny smile.

"I brought the Butterfly, finally," I said. I felt her head stir on the pillow we were sharing.

"Good. I was gonna smack you if you'd forgotten it again." She
smooched my shoulder and traced her fingers through the hair in the
center of my chest.

"I think she's ready, down there," I said. Jessica giggled. She was
humping my leg ever so gently with her sopping-hot sex. We both loved
how wet she could get sometimes.

I pushed the covers off and reached for the Butterfly.
When I turned back to face her I remember feeling a forever-moment
looking into her crazy-cute face. Jessica moved onto her back with her
knees up. I handed her the toy and I helped her put a folded pillow
under the small of her back to boost her up a bit. I retrieved the lubricant
laying at the foot of the bed. She held out her finger and I squirted
out a dollop and watched her coat the little feet and feelers on the
vibrating-butterfly part of the toy.

"Try it out first," I said. I put the lube down on the bed next to me.

Jessica switched on the toy, ooo'ed and admired the disco lights
inside the shaft, dialed up her favorite shaft-spin speed on then Butterfly,
then regulated the vibe as she was used to doing with her Rabbit Habit.
All the while I breathed in her sweet scent that was already filling
the small bedroom. I remember feeling my penis rise and mouth water
from her musk. I watched her push the kaleidoscopic shaft gracefully
down into her, then she bit down on her curvy lower lip when the vibe
made contact with her erect clitoris.

"Oo, it is stronger. The vibe's right down on me."

I nodded and lubed up the thumb on my right hand while Jessica
adjusted the vibe strength. She made an "mmm," sound and relaxed into
the sensations, her thighs wide open. I settled in close to her and
felt the lust swell in my chest after looking down to the space between
her pussy's 6 o'clock and her rosebud. The colored lights from the
Butterfly were making her crystal-clear syrup, that had candlewaxed its
way down from her vagina, glisten in a brand new way. The cool
lubricant on my thumb mixed my slippery with hers. I drifted my thumb
down further and with the other hand began a continuous caress up and
down along her bum and thigh. I remember Jessica puckered her lips and
exhaled slowly. Then I felt her rosebud relax to my slowly circling
touch. I consider that place to be in need of massage and love as any
other on a woman's body.

"The vibe feels amazing. The lil' different tickles it makes give me more details to feel... oh...."

I felt rosebud flex along with the rest of her owner's strong pelvic
floor muscles. I kept kneading and caressing. Jess relaxed her ass once
more, her hips jerking up to the combined clitoral and vaginal pleasure
she was stirring up. I asked if she wanted me inside. Jess nodded. I
went at her bottom's pace and she gradually sucked my thumb down into
her satin. I rose to my knees and with all four fingers spread and
wrapped around her cheeks, pointing down toward the mattress, I gripped
and held her ass from the inside with my thumb and the outside with my
fingers. Once on my knees, I could do the next element of touch. I
leaned most of my weight down through my locked arm; the one holding
her ass like a basketball. The finishing touch was a rhythmic and
gradual squeeze and release of my grip. Jessica was pinned down by her
ass, simultaneously squeezed outside and in, while she used one hand to
hold and slow-fuck herself with the Butterfly. My thumbnail was filed
as short as possible, but even so, I paid close attention so as not to
scrape her inner anal satin.

"Oh my god... I wish I could do all of this to myself whenever I wanted!"

"You silly," I said. Then you would have to snuggle with yourself, which is the same thing as one hand clapping."

Jess grinned but then her eyes closed, her hips rocked a little
faster. I placed my free hand across her tummy just above her triangle
and stayed with her all the way through her orgasm. I remember closing
my eyes too and concentrating on the sensation of her apple bum's
powerful grip that locked my thumb in place. We opened our eyes after
the brunt of her come abated. She looked down at the sight of me over
her, and in her, and then at her own hand thrusting with her favorite
quick, short pussy-pumps. The Butterfly's little shaft-spin motor had
bogged down under the strength of her spasms while Jess rode the rest
of the big wave on into shore. Her body calmed and she laid still, me
sitting back in Indian-style, and with one push, her Butterfly and my
thumb slid out of her curvy body. I wiped everything clean with some
wet wipes and Jessica held her arms out.

"Come here, yummy."

Jess rolled off the pillow and we snuggled like two hands clapping.
She reached down and found my slippery-tipped erection and said,

"I could take a pretty good guess at where he wants to go."

"I'll go as slow as you need. This toy should be amazing for double pen."

Jess turned onto one side and propped her top leg up with the
pillow. This made enough room between her, the pillow, and the mattress
to slide the Butterfly back into her vulva. She turned up the vibe a
little and turned off the shaft. While she adjusted things, I rolled a
condom on and coated my hardon with Liquid Silk . I spooned up behind
her, pressed my glans against her rosebud at the best angle, and held
still while her muscles squeezed and relaxed, over and over again,
gradually drawing me in. I could feel the Butterfly shaft on the other
side making things tighter. She breathed and I held her, waiting till
she said go. I could feel her making tiny pushes with the toy inside
her while it also rubbed back and forth over her clit.

"Oh my god, oh fuck...."

"Don't you dare come yet, girl."

I slapped her ass hard to derail her build up, then sweetly rubbed the
stinging impact spot. She pushed back carefully onto me and her ass
swallowed me all the way up to the hilt. We held still and I gathered a
big handful of long hair on the top of her head, pulled it taught and
back, exactly the way she liked it, and palmed her ass with my other
hand; keeping her cheeks open just far enough for her to know her ass
was mine.

As she rocked her hips forward and pushed the Butterfly
deep, I drew my cock back, but my glans never left her body; then I
thrust forward into her apple as she pushed back onto me and slipped
the toy's shaft back. We were speechless, just breathing, savoring our
affectionate fuck. My penis could feel the head of the Butterfly moving
on the other side. It tickled the underside of my glans with every
stroke we made together. That, plus how incredible her ass felt, made
me feel the sensation in my groin that meant my load was filling the
space inside me between my ass and my balls.

I felt my cock swell to capacity as the semen surged up my shaft. I
heard her moan as she felt the same inside her ultra-sensitive anal
silk. I remember my hand on her ass gripping into the round flesh like
talons and the bicep on my other arm curling hard, the elbow pressing
into the center of her back, tightening her captivity. When my orgasm
hit me, I let go of her hair and grabbed the back of her neck. Jess
pushed firmly back onto me and held still. She reached back and gripped
my hip so she could keep me still to feel my penis throbbing, shooting,
to a degree that a pussy cant possibly feel compared to the nerve
endings in her bottom. Her Butterfly thrusts pumped faster, I could
feel them, still tickling me, and as my balls finished emptying into
her, my lover's orgasm blindsided her.

I retook control and moved with even strokes. Her gorgeous ass
gripped me with a force that I knew, if I pulled too far back in
mid-stroke, she would push me right out. I stayed deep and kept the
buttery feelings going inside her. Her free hand pulled at the sheets
and slapped the mattress like a wrestler signaling her surrender. Her
hips suddenly slowed and I held still, letting her move, so that her
ass could take as little or as much as she wanted. Her last stroke was
one that would have brought her all the way off of me, but before she
could, I said quickly,

"Wait sweets, lemmie grab the condom... okay."

I grasped the bottom of the sheath and she let my glans gradually
pop the rest of the way out. We laid there still and I heard her flip
off the switch on the Butterfly.

"Come on, let's go clean things up."

I always do all I can to keep a woman's vulva safe from coming in
contact with bottom-bacteria when we do afterglow-snuggling by taking
her to the bathroom, warming up the shower water, letting her in first,
removing and discarding the condom, joining her, each of us taking
turns lathering the other down below and behind, then rinsing, drying,
and returning to bed and falling back down into the sheets, instead of
snuggling immediately and having my penis mingling close to her
vagina-- having just visited her bottom. Of course, shower-snuggling
happens a lot too.

Jess pushed me onto my back and pulled the sheet up over us. We
intertwined. Her head was just under my chin and we could feel each
other breathing. I lifted her bangs and kissed her forehead slowly,
over and over again, and she cupped both hands around my groin and held
fast. She looked up and directed the kisses to her lips.

"You're right," she murmured between kisses. "God, it is a massage for my soul."

Afterword: Jessica is very experienced with anal eroticism and
intercourse. What will work for her may or may not work for every
woman, and as in all things, time, patience and practice makes perfect.

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