Oiled handjob. Balls massage
The sun rose over the horizon, its golden rays filtering through the sheer curtains and casting a warm glow over the room. Sarah stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched her arms above her head. She glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand and was surprised to see that it was already 10 o’clock in the morning. She had been sleeping for over 12 hours, something that was quite unusual for her.
As Sarah climbed out of bed, she felt a strange sensation between her legs. She glanced down and was stunned to see a massive, throbbing erection straining against her silk nightgown. She couldn’t believe her eyes. In all her 35 years, she had never experienced anything like this before. Her husband John had always been a bit on the smaller side, but this was something else entirely.
Sarah bit her lip as she ran her hands over the bulge, feeling the heat radiating from it. She couldn’t resist the urge to touch it, to feel its girth and length in her hands. She slid her nightgown up over her hips and wrapped her fingers around the base of her shaft. It was so thick that she could barely encircle it with one hand. Sarah moaned softly as she began to stroke it, marveling at how hard and veiny it felt.
As she continued to stroke herself, Sarah noticed a small bottle of oil on her nightstand. She reached for it and unscrewed the lid, pouring a generous amount into her hand. She rubbed her hands together, feeling the slick liquid warm between her palms. Then, with a deep breath, Sarah wrapped her oil-slicked fingers around her massive cock and began to stroke it slowly.
The sensation was incredible. The oil allowed her hand to glide smoothly up and down her shaft, the friction was minimal, but the feeling was intense. Sarah could feel every ridge and vein, every throb of her pulsating cock. She picked up the pace, stroking faster and more firmly, her other hand cupping and massaging her heavy, full balls.
Sarah moaned loudly as she worked her cock, lost in a haze of pleasure. Her hips bucked up off the bed as she squeezed and stroked, twisting her wrist on the upstroke and curling her fingers around the sensitive head on the down. She could feel the pressure building low in her gut as her orgasm approached, and her hand moved with a purpose now, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
When Sarah came, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her cock erupted like a volcano, spewing thick, ropes of cum high into the air. She cried out in ecstasy as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky semen coated her hands, her belly, and the sheets below. She pumped her cock frantically, milking out every last drop until she was spent and panting, her legs shaking with the force of her climax.
As theafterglow faded, Sarah took stock of her situation. She still had a rock-hard erection, and there was no hint of it going down anytime soon. She needed to do something, and she knew just the thing. Pushing herself off the bed, Sarah went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vegetable oil from the pantry. She stripped off her nightgown and lay back on the bed, drizzling the slick substance all over her swollen member.
Sarah wrapped her hand around her cock and began to stroke slowly, savoring the feeling of the oil contrasting with the heat of her shaft. She massaged her heavy balls with her other hand, rolling them between her fingers and thumb. The light pressure and steady rhythm felt incredible, and she could feel her arousal starting to build again.
Emboldened by her newfound desires, Sarah decided to take things a step further. She flipped onto her stomach and arched her back, presenting her firm, rounded ass to the air. Reaching behind herself, she spread her cheeks and exposed her tight pink hole to the open air. Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was really going to do this, but her body refused to be denied.
Slowly, hesitantly, she pressed the tip of her oiled finger against her own entrance. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, a tingle running up her spine. Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward, sinking her finger past the tight ring of muscle and into the warm, velvety depths of her ass. Sarah moaned as she fingered herself, the dual sensations of her stroking cock and probing digit quickly pushing her towards another explosive orgasm.
Sarah stroked faster, her finger plunging in and out of her tight hole as her other hand flew over her shaft. Perspiration beaded on her skin as she brought herself closer and closer to the brink. Just as she was about to cum, she added a second finger to her ass, stretching and filling herself in a way she’d never experienced before. The added stimulation was too much, and with a scream of ecstasy, Sarah came harder than she ever had in her life.
Her cock erupted like a geyser, cum spraying everywhere as her ass clenched and spasmed around her fingers. She milked out every last drop, riding out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body until she collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, sticky mess.
As the haze of post-orgasmic bliss cleared, Sarah looked down at herself in awe. Her skin glistened with oil and cum, her hair was mussed, and she could still feel the stretch of her well-used ass. She laid there for a long time, basking in the afterglow and savoring the new sensations. As thoughts of her husband flashed through her mind, she wondered if she would ever feel comfortable sharing this part of herself with him. Only time would tell.
For now, Sarah was content to explore her newfound desires alone. She had a feeling this was going to be a very exciting journey of self-discovery.
