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flexing her pussy was her last resort for simulating a thick long cock so she’d have to get even more creative. “Another medium,” she thought to herself. She relaxed and let him have her for a minute. For all the pounding and thrusting he was providing, her mind drifted to her next move.
         She knew from his cadence and from the frequency of his sweat dripping on her cheek, it wouldn’t take him long to finish. Shifting her weight to one side she picked up her hand from the street and slid two fingers alongside his throbbing piston. The penetration of her fingers and his cock together gave her the brief illusion of feeling full. It drove her closer to another climax.
         Cuming again wasn’t the goal, being filled up was most important to her. Wasting no time getting sidetracked, she ran the cream soaked fingers over the entrance of her ass. And in anticipation of him, pushed the rest of her damp fingers deep inside her hole. Pulling them out she immediately lurched forward to disengage him, and then quickly stepped back into him with one motion. He never suspected the move. She didn’t ask him, and didn’t give him any time to react, she was now gripping and holding his manhood with her vice.
         Needing all of him desperately, she backed her muscle into his cock making sure she they were connected.  Now fully committed, she focused on relaxing. Breathing deeply and, keeping calm, letting her entrance fully develop and open up for him. From experience, she focused now on her breathing and easing the feeling of being slightly impaled. Figuring right that he may not have been in a woman’s ass before, she knew he would just keep pumping in and out of just like it was a pussy.  And that’s exactly what he did. Just like an Energizer bunny back and forth, back and forth. Once her body adjusted to his size and thrusting a deep wave of fulfilled satisfaction rolled across her mind and body.
         He was surprised at how different it felt than he had imagined. Long ago when they were still dating in college, his wife declared anal sex off limits. He’d been with plenty of other girls before that but it never lead to this. The bouts of late night porn he watched when his wife was asleep didn’t prepare him for the physical or mental sensation. Her tight ring sliding along his shaft contrasting with her emptiness whenever he drove into her deepest part overwhelmed him. Joined to a stranger's body, he felt truly intimate with her and unlike the process of getting here he now also felt in control. Reacting to his every push into her, she had truly ceded all power to him. She indulged herself, intoxicated by his thick penetration. She was at his mercy now. He was taking her.
         Their union didn’t last long enough for either of them. Wrapping his arms around her and locking his hands together beneath her bent torso, he let out a quivering moan. She could feel his body temperature splash deep inside of her, prompting her to let go of the climax she’d saved for his signal. They both gently collapsed against the brick wall, and allowed themselves to bask in the selfish satisfaction they had just created together.
        After a few minutes, reality at all levels came roaring back. They popped up and silently began the process of collecting their clothes. Once dressed, she paused for a second, then squatted down, bunched up her skirt, looked up at him and peed. She always had to pee after sex. It amused her how this either grossed out men or turned them on. It was just pee. In this case, she could tell this was grossing him out. “Three minutes ago his cock was in my ass shooting cum inside my colon,” she thought. “And taking a pee was gross to him?” Fine. She would revel in it then, she kept hosing off the alley with her pussy looking him in the eye with a smirk. It was too much, all of it was just too much for him. He politely turned his head and tried to give her some