It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A
rough year. Being a single parent is no picnic, but we
managed. I have a 15 year old daughter and a son who is
13 and they have been very helpful. One thing they
haven't been able to help me with is meeting my sexual
needs. When you've been married for 17 years like I was,
you come to take some things for granted. Like the
availability of a willing and able partner to share the
joy of making love. Like I said, it had been a rough
year. Until last week when things got better... and
worse.
I had stayed home from work to do some things around the
house that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort
of a "mental health" day rather than a vacation or legal
holiday. The kids were in school, so I had the house to
myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the front
doorbell ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to
answer it.
"Hi Jim. Can I come in?"
It was Cindy, who had been my wife's best friend. I
couldn't imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit,
but I also couldn't think of a good reason not to let
her in.
"Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?"
"That'd be great, thanks."
I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room
and sat down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy
chair. It was a warm, late Spring day and she had on a
pair of shorts and a halter top which did little to
conceal the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy
is 40, but you'd never know it. She has the body of a 20
year old and she knows how to show it off.
It used to bug Lana (my wife) sometimes when she'd come
over in one of her special outfits, but Lana didn't have
anything to worry about in the looks department herself,
so it was never a real problem. Cindy has dark brown
hair and brown eyes, stands about 5-5 and weighs about
115 lbs. Like I said, she has tight curves.
She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation.
"I suppose you're wondering why I came over this
morning."
"Well, yes, I guess you could say that."
"I need your help with a problem."
"Oh?" I was thinking to myself that she should be having
this conversation with her husband Bob, but she
anticipated that.
"Bob can't help me with this problem. In fact, he's the
problem, or at least part of it."
"Sounds to me like you need a marriage counselor."
"Bob would never go. And besides, we can't afford it
right now."
"So, how do you think I can help?"
"Well," she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the
point of making some startling statement, "I want you to
help Bob perform better sexually."
The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten
degrees. It was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the
window across the room seemed very loud. I looked at
Cindy, but she was looking at her hands which were
folded at her knees.
"In what way?"
"Bob doesn't believe a man should perform oral sex on a
woman, though he doesn't mind asking me to perform it on
him."
"You're kidding." I'd heard of guys like that, but I
never would have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob
and I had always gotten along well, though I wouldn't
say that our relationship had been as close as Cindy and
Lana's had been.
To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was
feeling a little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob
wouldn't give her head. I supposed that she just wanted
me to talk to him about it, try to convince him of the
error of his ways.
I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly
as Cindy moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely
legs up under her and twisted to face me.
"Does he satisfy you in other ways?"
"Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I
have orgasms most of the time. But it's very frustrating
to hear about other women whose husbands and boyfriends
give head when mine won't. We argue about it more and
more now. We haven't had sex for about a month."
"Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer
friends."
"Jim, Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with
each other. She knew about Bob's reluctance and she
wanted to tell you about it, but I wouldn't let her. She
also told me what a wonderful lover you were and how she
had multiple climaxes every time you two got it on. She
especially used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when
you gave her head. Did you really do it for an hour at a
time... until she begged you to stop because she
couldn't stand anymore?"
"I didn't put a stopwatch to it Cindy," I chuckled, a
little embarrassed at Cindy's knowledge of what I had
thought to be private matters, "but I know she liked
that, and I used to really enjoy giving her pleasure in
that way. Damn, I miss that woman."
I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the
great times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both
liked to fuck and we did it as often as possible. I knew
of some marriages where after the kids came along, the
wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In fact, the
day she was killed, she was on her way home to meet me
for a little "afternoon delight." Unfortunately, a drunk
driver put an end to my beautiful wife and our wonderful
marriage. Still, whenever I thought of Lana and the good
times we had, my prick would spring to life and I would
get a powerful urge to go and jack off just to relieve
the pressure. Usually, I resisted.
I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me
and put her arms around my neck, pulling my head to her
chest.
"I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?"
I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered
yes. I still can't explain or excuse what happened next,
but suddenly our lips met, my arms went around her, and
we were kissing. Not the way friends kiss, but like
lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each
began a slow, passionate exploration of the other's
mouth.
Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss.
"I need you to do more than talk to Bob," Cindy
whispered breathlessly. "I'm as hot blooded as Lana was,
Jim. A month without any sex has me just about headed
for the loony bin. Please Jim, go down on me."
By this time, my cock was about ready to rip through the
fabric of the shorts I was wearing and my balls had
taken over my brain. Not having had sex for a year, I
nearly ripped her clothes off right there and fucked her
brains out. I did have the self-discipline remaining to
escort her to my bedroom, however, and we were soon
naked on my large, lonely, king size waterbed, where we
resumed kissing and each began a gentle anatomy survey.
"What a cock you have, Jim. It's even bigger than
Bob's."
"I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my
cock."
"I'm hoping to get some of each."
"All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First, let's
have a look at you," I smiled as I pulled away from her
to examine her nude form. She smiled back and seemed to
enjoy my visual inspection as she moved this way and
that to show her body to its best advantage. I just
loved the way her tits rode high on her chest, refusing
to flatten out even though she was laying on her back.
Her nipples were large and hard, sticking straight up
from the base of her comparatively small and very dark
areolas. Her narrow waist and flat tummy lead down to a
set of perfectly shaped hips and long, handsomely formed
legs. I did see one small problem however.
"I think that I can see one reason why Bob is a little
reluctant to go down on you," I said pointing to the
thick, heavy thatch of pubic hair at the junction of
Cindy's thighs, "One of the secrets of good oral sex, in
my humble opinion, is a trim pubic patch, or better yet,
no pubic patch at all. Don't go away, I'll be right
back."
I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with
my barbering tools, remembering activities which had
become almost a ritual for Lana and me.
"Didn't Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and
neat down there?" I asked as I arranged everything to my
satisfaction.
"Yes she did, but I never really believed her. Are you
planning to shave off all of my pussy hair?"
"No. Just the hair that gets in the way of good oral
sex. Actually, it's not that much more than many women
do in order to wear those string bikinis."
She was very cooperative as I arranged a towel under her
ass and used a scissors to clip away her thick, dark
bush until only a short stubble remained on the area I
intended to shave. The other area, at the very top of
her pubic mound, I trimmed only slightly for the sake of
neatness. Then, after using a warm, wet washcloth to
moisten the area to be shaved, I applied a thick coating
of a special shaving jell for sensitive skin and went to
work with my razor.
When I was finished, she had a tiny patch of pubic hair
left on the top of her mound, but the rest was as bare
and smooth as a baby's butt. I placed a mirror in front
of her pussy and let her have a look at my handiwork. I
also got rid of the towel and my tools while she
conducted her inspection.
"Wow," she exclaimed, "This is the first time I've ever
really taken a look at myself down there." She worked
the folds of her pussy open with her fingers to examine
herself more closely. Her inner lips were swollen with
excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips.
I began to massage the area with a special, soothing,
oil. Cindy laid back on the bed and moved her hands out
of my way, giving me complete access. Finishing the
massage with some gentle strokes to both sets of pussy
lips, I removed the towel and shaving paraphernalia and
got ready for the job at hand, or should I say mouth.
I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her
knees back a little, and placed myself between them. She
had a beautiful cunt, and she was hot for a good
fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss right
at the top of her pubic mound, then, moving down, I
bypassed the seat of her pleasure and began to lightly
kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, switching from
one side to the other, bathing my senses in the silken
feel of her skin, the taste of her light perfume, the
odor of sexual excitement pouring from her frothy cunt.
Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her
bottom off the bed and began to kiss those firm globes,
occasionally nipping them lightly with my teeth. She was
trembling with excitement and, I believe, a little
frustration. She wanted my mouth on her box. I wanted
her to wait for it so as to enjoy it more later and so I
continued to tease her.
"C'mon, Jim," she moaned, "don't tease me like that."
"Like what?"
"You know what I want... please."
"Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you
say it."
She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating
slightly as she sought to press her pussy into my face.
She did not want to say the words, but I was determined
to make her say them. I continued to kiss and nip the
area all around her now superheated sex flesh without
contacting it directly.
"Lick me," she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh.
"Nooooo... lick my... lick... lick my..."
"Lick your what Cindy?"
"Lick my... pussy," she gasped.
I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which was
now leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant
which crawled slowly down her ass crack from the base of
her pussy, leaving a shiny trail across her tightly
puckered back door. The strong, musky flavor of her sex
was like a narcotic for me, and one which I had gone too
long without. I began to slowly, but very firmly,
massage her major labia with my tongue, working first
one side and then the other. Cindy liked this very much,
which she indicated by pushing her hips up off the bed
to increase the pressure.
I continued the tongue massage for a few minutes and
then switched tactics, taking as much of one of her
thick outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and
then sucking on it. The thick flesh, so recently devoid
of pubic hair, was newly responsive, and taking it
between my lips also caused me to come into contact with
the super sensitive inner surface of her major labial
folds with my lips and tongue which I worked vigorously
back and forth as I sucked.
Cindy began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from
deep in the back of her throat. I thought she was going
to come right there and I hadn't even gotten to her clit
yet. The scene reminded me so much of the many times I
had done this to Lana that I almost began to weep.
Cindy's eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two
handfuls of bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant
motion now, making it a real challenge for me to stay
with her. Her breathing was ragged between clenched
teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached.
I was still working her outer lips one at a time,
sucking them into my mouth, pulling them away from her
crotch, causing her to lift her hips off the bed to stay
with me, working them with my tongue. Meanwhile, I was
also using the index finger of my right hand to very
gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia, very
carefully avoiding her clit. Her own juices and my
saliva had combined to make a real swamp out of her
pussy. A small puddle was forming on the bed beneath her
ass. I was wallowing in the taste and smell of feminine
flesh, and her moans became a symphony of sexual thirst.
She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from
side to side on the pillow. In between squeals she was
mumbling about how good it felt and how close she was to
coming.
Replacing my finger action with my tongue, I switched
tactics and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly
all around her inner pussy lips, brushing her clitoral
ridge, without touching the hypersensitive tip, on each
pass. Occasionally, I would use the flat of my tongue to
lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the
thicker outer lips, using my fingers to expose the area
I was attacking with my mouth.
She began to come, her whole body tensing into something
like the rectus of death, then relaxing, then tensing
again as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. As
soon as I felt her start to come, I immediately began to
flick the head of her very erect, very large clitoris
with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue. Cindy
screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad
the windows were closed or else the whole neighborhood
would have been able to hear her.
My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off
a little and let her come down, still maintaining
contact with my tongue and lips, but avoiding direct
contact with her clit for the moment, noting that it had
retracted back into its folds of skin, though the flesh
was still firm and erect underneath its protective
covering. Her body was still undulating, though not with
the force of a few moments ago. Her hands were caressing
my head, her fingers running through my hair. She
apparently thought I was done.
Boy was she ever wrong.
I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking
down at me from between her high, proud, breasts, a
dreamy smile of sexual satisfaction on her face.
"Wow, Jim. That was the most incredible thing I've ever
experienced."
"Well, I'm a little out of practice, but thank you
anyway. Now lay back and relax. I'm not done eating
yet."
"Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean
there's more?"
"Lana wasn't kidding when she told you these sessions
lasted a long time. I am a man who really enjoys going
down on a woman, particularly a woman who tastes as good
as you."
Without waiting for a response, I began once again to
massage her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this
time, I added something new. Using the index and middle
fingers of my right hand, I probed the depths of her
vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would
be there, and finally finding it; the little knot of
flesh buried beneath her vaginal roof, better known as
the Grafenburg Spot.
I was sure that she had never been given a g-spot orgasm
before, and I meant to show her what that experience was
like. I was also hoping that she shared a trait with my
late wife, who had been a prolific female ejaculator.
(NOTE: I am not trying to restart the female ejaculation
thread, at least not in this group. If you want to argue
about it, e-mail me instead.)
Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my
fingertips, pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh.
Meanwhile, I was using my tongue to firmly, yet gently,
caress the area along either side of her clitoral ridge,
thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.
"Oh, Jim... that's good. What are you doing... I've
never felt anything like this... Oh yeah... finger fuck
me... lick my clit... make me come..." Cindy began
moaning and mumbling snatches of words and phrases like
these as I once again pushed her up the ladder towards
orgasm.
Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as
much of her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to
spend a little time at her clit and a little time
probing the opening of her little piss hole right at the
top of her vaginal opening. Within moments, it seemed,
though it must have been about four minutes or so, she
was at the edge of a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I
suddenly felt the inside of her pussy clamp down hard on
my fingers just as her piss hole began to push itself
inside out, opening wide and spurting a jet of womanly
fluid into my waiting mouth.
I clamped my mouth over the opening and continued to
work her g-spot, milking her of her come, not a drop of
which escaped me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque
fluid streamed past my lips. This was a taste I had
missed, and once again I nearly wept at the memories it
brought back. I drank greedily, like a hungry newborn at
its mother's breast.
Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I slowly
removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching
vagina and licked off the thick coating of her lubricant
which had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last,
lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from between her legs
to lay beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my
hand over her pubic mound and gently massaged the entire
area.
"I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?"
Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and
a comment," You can say that again. Jim, I've read about
the g-spot, but reading and experiencing are two
different things. For just a moment I thought I was
pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care.
I didn't piss on you, did I?"
I laughed. "No, you didn't piss on me. You came. You
ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Not every woman
can do that. Lana could, and I didn't know if you could
or not. You can have a g-spot orgasm without shooting
your come, but I was hoping you would be a shooter. I
just can't get enough of that stuff."
She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the
excess pussy juices from my face, finishing with a long,
deep kiss.
"Now it's your turn," she said, smiling mischievously.
"You don't have to do this you know," I said, not
wanting to make her feel like I had gone down on her
with quid pro quo in mind. "I'd be perfectly happy just
to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours."
But she was already arranging herself on the bed,
positioning her head over my crotch, her eyes taking in
the size of my throbbing erection. She turned her head
to look up at me and she smiled.
"I want to. I never said I didn't enjoy giving Bob head,
I just said I wanted him to give me some too. You're not
forcing me to do anything, and believe me, if I didn't
want to, nothing could make me suck this monster of
yours," she laughed.
Turning back to my cock, she planted a warm, wet, kiss
right on the head, letting her tongue run around the
smooth surface and collecting the shiny dab of pre-come
which had collected at the tip. She let the head of my
cock slide between her lips and worked her tongue into
the pisshole. She grasped and stroked my shaft with one
hand while her other softly caressed my balls.
Lifting her mouth off my cockhead for a moment, she
adjusted her position so that she was kneeling between
my legs. Then, grasping the base of my cock just below
my balls firmly in her right hand, she pointed the shaft
straight up at her mouth and began one of the most
fantastic blowjobs I have ever received.
I groaned as I felt her warm, wet, mouth slide back over
the head of my cock. She stopped there for a moment,
scrubbing the smooth surface with her tongue, allowing
saliva to accumulate until it was escaping her lips and
running down the length of my shaft. Using her spit as a
lubricant, she began to take more and more of my cock in
her mouth, working it in with short but slow strokes.
I watched in fascination as more and more of my manhood
disappeared. Soon, I felt the head of my ten inch dick
touch the soft flesh at the back of her mouth and I saw
her change the angle of her head and neck slightly. I
guessed what was coming next, but it still didn't
prepare me for the sensation I was about to experience
for the first time.
Lana had never taken my entire shaft in her mouth. She
just hadn't been able to do it, no matter how she tried.
I hadn't minded, of course, because the other things we
did to each other were so pleasurable. Still, I had
always wondered how it would feel to have a woman
swallow my cock to the root. I was swiftly finding out.
She didn't pause once she began the final descent over
my cock. I felt the head of my shaft pass the back of
her mouth and slide, seemingly without effort, into her
throat. I could just make out the outline of my cock as
its head entered her neck. Soon, her face was pressed
against my pubic bone and she held it there, her tongue,
lips, and throat muscles working together to cause
shockwaves of pleasure to race through my nervous
system.
Needing to come up for air, she slowly slid back up the
shaft until the head popped out of her mouth, a thick
string of saliva connecting it to her glistening lips.
She looked up at me with a shit-eating grin on her face;
"Did you like that?"
Not waiting for any reply, she confidently returned the
head of my cock to her mouth swallowed my entire length
in one, long, smooth, stroke. She was in no hurry about
it, her strokes were each exactly alike. Long smooth
descent, pause at the bottom while her throat muscles
worked the head and shaft of my cock, long, slow ride
back to the top until only the head of my throbbing
member remained in her hot oral cavity.
I don't know how I stood it for as long as I did, but it
seemed that the pleasure went on for some time before I
felt the pressure in my balls building up to the
exploding point. She sensed this too, because she
suddenly pulled her mouth off my cock and sat up on the
bed, her hands still holding and stroking my shaft,
shiny with her spit.
"I want you to come in my throat and in my mouth, Jim. I
want you to fuck my face."
Once again she did not wait for my response, but quickly
moved to the edge of the bed and sat up, her feet
dangling over the side. It took a moment for the import
of her actions to get through the lust fogging my brain,
but eventually I figured it out and got off the bed,
moving to stand with my cock suspended like a thick,
fleshy sword in front her face. She grasped my shaft
with both hands and pulled it to her mouth, which opened
wide to accommodate the massive head of my cock.
She was leaning forward slightly, thus creating a
straight tube out of her mouth and throat. Cindy reached
her arms around my hips and pulled me in all the way
without hesitation; my balls resting lightly against her
chin as I penetrated her to the base of my cock. Her
face was buried in my crotch and she pressed her lips
hard against my pubic bone, her throat and tongue
working me over all the while. She moved her head from
side to side like a dog playing with a slipper and wet,
sloppy sounds were coming from the junction of our
bodies.
I didn't know how she was able to stay down so long
without coming up for air. It seemed like an eternity
before she began to pull back, revealing the shiny, spit
coated shaft of my cock as it emerged little by little
from her oral cavity. She grasped it by the base as she
removed it completely, once again remaining connected by
a thick strand of saliva. She looked up at me with a
smile, once more.
"Now, Jim. When I take you in this time, you are to
stroke your cock in and out of my throat just like you
would if you were fucking my pussy. I'm going to be
playing with my clit and if I'm lucky, we'll both come.
Bob and I do this all the time and I usually reach
orgasm right about the time he shoots his load. Don't
worry about how I'm doing, just concentrate on your own
feelings, o.k.?"
Without waiting for a response from me, she pulled my
now nearly aching member back into her waiting, willing,
mouth and swallowed it once more. True to her word, I
noted that one of her hands had buried itself in her
crotch, her fingers working her pussy in time to the
gentle stroking I was giving her mouth.
I took her head in my hands and started a slow, in and
out fucking motion, not wanting to start to fast,
enjoying the sensation of having my entire 10 inches
engulfed on each pass in and out of her sexy mouth.
Pretty soon, though, my lust took over and I began to
stroke faster, which caused her to speed up her clit
stroking as well. Now she was groaning, as was I, and
her groans caused vibrations to move up and down my
cock, adding to my pleasure. Saliva was running from
both corners of her mouth and dripping down onto her
tits, leaving a shiny trail between them.
I felt my balls start to tighten and I knew that my
orgasm was close at hand. It had been a month or more
since I had jerked off last, so I knew that this was
going to be a real blast when it came. She sensed my
closeness to climax as well and she provided one final
trick to bring me over the edge. Using the ample
lubricant provided by the saliva leaking from her
tightly stretched lips, she thoroughly coated the index
finger of her right hand and proceeded to push that
finger past the portal of my anal sphincter, gradually
working it deep inside my rectum until she found what
she was seeking.
My pleasure had increased as I felt her slide that wet
finger into my ass, but I stayed in control until she
found the pleasure button buried deep inside that
forbidden passage. At the first pressure of her finger
on my prostate, I slammed my cock deep into her throat
and began to come; great spurts of hot, thick sperm
gushing down her throat. I could see her throat muscles
working to swallow the load.
I pulled back to give her a taste as her mouth continued
to work me over. She was coming too, her left hand a
blur as she stroked her clit. She had pulled her finger
from my ass and was using her right hand to stroke more
sperm from my cock as her mouth continued to receive
blast after blast of my frothy produce. As our orgasms
began to subside, I slid my still erect cock into her
throat one last time, letting her swallowing action milk
the last drops of semen from my rapidly emptying balls.
"That was incredible, Cindy," was all I could manage as
my now softening cock plopped from her mouth. I flopped
back on the bed, temporarily spent by my powerful
climax. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she said as she licked a few stray
drops of come from her lips and crawled up to join me on
the bed. "Still want to fuck me, or did I wear you out?"
I recognized the playful, teasing tone in her voice and
responded in kind.
"Just give me a minute and I'll give you all the pussy
pounding you can stand. Remember, you're talking to a
guy who cock hasn't seen the inside of a pussy for over
a year."
I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to get us
each something to drink. As I was getting a couple of
cold ones from the fridge I reflected on what had just
transpired. Reflected in some disbelief. I had just
exchanged oral orgasms with the wife of a friend. Not a
good friend, but a friend none the less. Guilt? I was
feeling some.
The next moment I was feeling something else. A warm,
definitely female, body pressed against my back and two
arms reaching around my front to take possession of my
cock and balls with gentle hands. My cock was almost
instantly erect. Rational thought quickly fled as
Cindy's nimble fingers swiftly stroked my 10 incher to
its throbbing fullness.
"I got lonely and thought I'd see what you were up to,"
Cindy giggled, continuing to caress my cock and balls.
"Mmmm, I'm glad. I like what you're doing, but I've got
a better idea," I replied, setting the soda cans on the
counter and momentarily disengaging myself from her
pleasurable embrace.
I turned to face her, planting a long kiss on her
upturned mouth. "Let's do it right here, right now," I
said breaking the kiss. She responded by moving to the
counter and leaning over it, presenting me with a great
view of her ass and the pouting pussy my cock was so
eager to enter.
And, applying a little spit to the head of my sex sword,
I notched it between those slick, newly shaven pussy
lips and inserted the whole thing in one long stroke.
Cindy groaned with pleasure as she felt the last inch
push home. She ground her hips against my belly in a
slow, sensuous circle.
Man... that pussy felt great as she gripped my cock,
using her interior vaginal muscles to work my more
sensitive surfaces. Having gone without for so long, you
might expect that I came close to shooting right on the
spot. Amazingly enough, though it felt great, I knew
that I was going to last a long time, probably thanks to
the terrific blow job I'd just enjoyed. I settled down
to a nice, easy stroke and prepared to go the distance.
Cindy had other ideas.
"C'mon Jim, fuck me harder. My pussy's like a
firecracker and its gonna blow any second!"
Grabbing her hips, I increased my pace and began
slamming my cock to the depths of her soaking wet cunt
as hard as I could. She helped, pushing back as hard as
she could as I stroked to her depths. We were both
breathing in grunts and squishing, slapping noises
filled the kitchen. I lubed her asshole with some butter
from the kitchen counter and started finger fucking her
back door, eventually working two fingers all the way to
the last knuckle. With my fingers buried in her ass, I
could feel my cock sliding in and out of her tight, hot,
pussy. It felt good to stroke myself while I was stuffed
in her to the balls.
She was loving every minute of it. She had one hand
between her legs stroking her clit for all she was
worth, occasionally reaching back to stroke my slick,
wet, cock as I continued to plumb her depths. We were
blind to everything around us, concentrated on our
individual and combined pleasure, fucking for all we
were worth. Cindy was coming continuously, her
contractions squeezing my cock and fingers like twin
vices.
Wanting to slow the action a little and make it last,
and for other reasons which will shortly become
apparent, I gradually reduced the length and speed of my
stroking both fore and aft until I was only moving
slightly, grinding against Cindy's beautiful ass, my
cock and fingers buried as deep in her two tunnels as
possible.
"Oh, god, Jim, that's wonderful. I've never felt so
full. You're the first person to ever put anything in my
ass. I never let Bob even touch me back there. You had
me so hot I didn't even notice until you had two fingers
inside."
"You liked it then?"
"Liked it! I loved it!"
"I think you'd like my cock back there," I said,
massaging her rectal walls with my fingers.
"Ooooo, Jim. I don't know. Your cock is bigger than your
fingers. Won't it hurt?" She turned her head and gave me
a look filled with the combination of apprehension and
lust.
"Not anymore than my fingers did. Not very much at all
if we do it right. Once we really get going, you'll love
it. I promise. And if you don't or if for any reason you
want to stop, we'll stop. I can tell you this, though,
Lana loved it in the ass almost as much as she loved
getting eaten."
"O.k., Jim. I'm game."
Very slowly, as a sort of tease, I pulled my glistening
cock from the clasping confines of her pussy, and then
did the same with my fingers. Cindy groaned as she was
relieved of my rigid intruders.
"I feel so empty," she moaned as I turned her and pulled
her to me for a kiss.
"Don't worry, we'll have you filled to the rim in no
time," I responded, covering her mouth with mine, our
tongues soon battling and exploring.
Breaking the embrace, I took her hand and we walked to
the bathroom.
"What are we going to do here?"
"Just as oral sex takes physical preparation, so does
anal. For starters, we're going to give you an enemy."
"WHAT?" Cindy expressed surprise, but at the same time
she was having trouble suppressing a giggle.
I showed her my fingers, still partially covered with
butter, and another foreign substance.
"Oh, yeah. I suppose it would be a good idea to be clean
back there before you go putting in your cock." She was
still fighting the urge to snicker.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing really, except that my mother used to make
us all take enemas when we were little, and the memory
just struck me funny, that's all."
I quickly made preparations, getting out the enema bag
and filling it with warm, soapy water and hanging it
from the shower curtain rod. I positioned Cindy on her
knees with her torso draped over the edge of the tub, a
towel underneath her chest to minimize the effects of
the cold porcelain.
Carefully spreading the cheeks of her delightful ass, I
used a wash cloth to wipe away the remains of the butter
I had used earlier. "Wow," I thought, "I really must
have gotten carried away to use butter as an anal lube -
- not a good idea -- but, I'll have it cleaned out in a
jiffy."
Satisfied that the butter had been removed from her
outsides, I turned my attention to cleaning Cindy's
insides. Applying a liberal amount of KY to the outside
and inside of her anal ring, I did the same to the enema
nozzle and began to slowly, gently, insert it.
"Hmmmm, that feels nice, Jim."
When the nozzle was fully inserted, I began to release
the contents of the enema bag into her rectum, being
careful not allow the flow to become too fast giving her
rear cavity time to adjust.
Judging by the small moans and sighs coming from Cindy,
the warm water was flowing just right.
Soon, I had given her all the water/soap mixture I was
going to. I pulled the nozzle from her now clenched
rectal ring and instructed her to lie down on her back
on the softly carpeted bathroom floor, being careful not
to release the contents of her bowel before I gave her
permission.
When she was in position, I gently spread her legs and
began to feast on her pussy once more, cleaning up the
excess of juices produced by our previous encounter in
the kitchen and bringing her to a small orgasm in the
process.
After a few minutes, I stopped my oral ministrations and
had her sit on the toilet and let the enema finish its
cleansing work. She seemed slightly embarrassed to have
me be present as she emptied herself into the toilet
bowl, her fluttering sphincter making a rather rude
noise.
We both laughed, and when she was done, I started the
shower. We got in and quickly cleaned one another off,
me paying particular attention to her backside, while
Cindy soaped my cock to a tingling state of rigidity.
Before long, we were toweled dry and embracing on the
bed once more.
"Are you ready, Cindy?"
"I guess so, Jim. Just go easy, o.k.?"
"I'm not going to hurt you Cindy. Trust me."
Kissing her passionately for a moment, I proceeded to
the task at hand.
"Lay on your stomach, Cindy," I said as I positioned a
pillow under her abdomen, "and spread your legs a
little. There, that's it."
I paused a moment to admire the view of Cindy with her
beautiful ass in the air, her hairless pussy lips puffy
and already showing the dew of her arousal. I was
tempted to just fuck her in the cunt, being momentarily
afraid of what I would do if she didn't like anal sex.
This wasn't Lana, no matter how much our sexual
encounter reminded me of my late wife and lover. This
was Cindy.
But the sight of her squeaky clean asshole nestled
between a pair of the loveliest cheeks this side of Nina
Hartley decided things for me. I had to have that ass,
no matter the risks involved. And there were risks. For
one thing, I didn't have any condoms. As things turned
out, nothing bad resulted, but could have.
I began to plant little kisses on each of those lovely
globes spread out before me, working my way toward the
groove which bifurcated them. My tongue emerged from
between my lips and spread warmth and wetness as it
traveled up and down the groove of her ass, finally
stopping at the entrance to her rear chamber.
Cindy moaned as she felt my tongue press against her
anus. The enema and our earlier sex play had really
relaxed her back there and I was easily able to slip my
tongue past the muscular barrier, thrusting it slowly in
and out just as I planned to do with my cock in just a
moment.
While my tongue was working her back door, my fingers
were gently stroking the lips of her sex, occasionally
straying to pay some attention to her clitoris. Her hips
thrust back at me, forcing my tongue deeper into her
ass, gathering more of her musky taste and smell in
which my senses longed to wallow.
I withdrew my tongue and fingers from her nether regions
as I reached for the bottle of special lubricant a
pharmacist friend of mine concocted. Squeezing a
generous amount on my fingers, I began to work it into
and around Cindy's virgin asshole, massaging, relaxing,
preparing the tight ring of muscle tissue for the
assault it was about to experience. Two more
applications and I felt she was as lubricated as it was
possible to make her.
As a final touch, I knee-walked up the bed to where her
head was.
"Cindy. Look at my cock," I said as I began to cover it
with a thick coat of the slippery gel. "Watch me make it
ready for you. Does it make you hot to know that in just
a moment I'm going to be fucking you in the ass with my
cock?"
"Mmmmmm, it really makes me hot. I want your cock in my
ass. I want you to take my ass cherry."
Applying more gel, I stroked my hand up and down the
length of my now massive hard-on, letting her see the
thick coating of lubricant which would enable this large
tube of flesh to invade her most private region with a
minimum of discomfort, and we hoped, a lot of pleasure.
"Spread your ass cheeks for me Cindy. Open yourself for
my cock," I said as I resumed my position between her
spread legs.
"Yessss, Jim. Here it is. Here's my ass. I want your
cock in there."
She had her fingers right next to her asshole and she
was literally holding it open for me. I centered the tip
of my cock at the opening and began to push. Gently,
ever so slowly, I slid the head of my cock through the
sphinctoral plane.
There was almost no resistance, so thoroughly had I
prepared the both of us. Relaxation and lubrication.
That combination is, IMHO, the key to good anal sex.
Inch by inch, with steady but slow movement, my shaft
slid into the depths of her ass. Cindy had stopped
breathing when my cockhead had fully penetrated her
outer defenses. She didn't start again until she felt my
shaft fully seat itself within her, my pubic hair
pressing her ass cheeks, my balls resting on the swollen
lips of her achingly empty cunt.
"OHMYGAWD! Your cock feels like it's going to pop out of
my mouth any second. I'm sooooo full."
"Are you in pain?"
"No. No pain. Just soooo full. Don't move yet. Let me
get used to it."
That, of course, was my plan all along. Full
introduction followed by a brief intermission before the
real fun started.
Her ass was tight, and I could feel her conducting
little experiments with her internal muscles, massaging
the length of my cock, testing her own feelings. When I
felt her hips begin to rock a little beneath me, I knew
she was ready for more.
Using the same deliberation I had shown while pushing
in, I slowly began to remove the glistening instrument
of Cindy's pleasure until only the head remained inside.
Not quite as slowly, I pushed it all the way back
inside.
"Yessss," Cindy hissed, "that's good. Sooo goood. Just
go slow like that for a while. God, you're so big. I
can't believe it goes inside my ass so easily."
I continued my slow strokes, resting my weight on my
arms and knees, pressing her abdomen hard into the
pillow as I bottomed out each time. If it felt good to
her, it felt INCREDIBLE to me. Hot, tight, slick, her
asshole sucked my cock almost like her mouth and throat
had earlier. And why shouldn't it -- after all, it was
just the other end of the same system, wasn't it?
I was relaxed, enjoying the leisurely pace, knowing that
I wouldn't feel the need to dump my sperm in Cindy's ass
for a while. I just let the pleasure wash over me for a
time, maintaining the slow rhythm of my cock in Cindy's
ass.
It was Cindy who decided to pick up the pace. She shoved
her hand between her body and the pillow and began to
frig her clit and pussy lips, at the same time grinding
her ass into me as I stroked down into her.
Almost as if on cue ... "Fuck me harder, Jim. I love it
in my ass.
I never knew it could be like this. Oh, Lana, you were
so right about so much." Cindy's voice trailed off into
sighs and moans as I began to move inside her with a
little more force.
When I decided to really turn up the pace, I pulled her
to her knees, indicating with my hands on her back that
she was to keep her shoulders down, and began to really
start fucking her ass.
I grabbed her hips in my hands and began to slam our
bodies together, ramming the full length of my cock in
and out on each stroke, sometimes even exposing my
coronal ridge on the outstroke. Each time this happened,
Cindy gasped as her ring was re-opened by my cock.
"Ohh, Jim. You're gonna make me come...you're gonna make
me come in my ass."
Cindy's fingers were working furiously on her pussy and
the strength and rhythm of her pulsing ass muscles
clearly demonstrated to me that she was close. So was I.
I was really reaming her now, our bodies making loud
slapping noises as we collided time after time. I was
squatting behind her, my knees outside her hips, my
hands still pulling her to me, getting maximum
penetration on each stroke. Cindy screamed as her orgasm
hit her full force, her anal sphincter clenching around
my cock with almost painful force. Then the force was
released for a moment only to return, harder than ever.
Clench. Release. Clench. Release. The waves of her
orgasm swept across her overloaded pleasure circuits
like a storm tide.
She wasn't screaming anymore, but she was moaning --
shaking her head from side to side. Saliva dripped from
the side of her wide open mouth, her eyes clenched shut,
her whole being focused on our connecting point.
My own climax fast approaching, I began to jackhammer my
cock in her ass with quick, deep strokes, feeling her
ass muscle grip me with each spasm in a grip every bit
as tight as my own hand could provide.
With a shout of pleasure, I rammed into her once more,
burying my steaming stalk to the root in her rectum. A
moment later, she was screaming as she felt my hot man-
juice begin to spray the deflowered walls of her back
channel.
After the first spurt, I began to stroke furiously in
and out of the clenching tunnel, my sap adding to the
slipperiness already there, until the last spasms had
emptied my balls. I held it deep for a moment, but it
had already begun to soften. I pulled my cock out of her
ass -- she gripped me hard one more time as the head
reached the rim -- and stretched out on the bed, pulling
her to me so that we lay like spoons.
Which is where we were when my daughter and one of her
girl friends came home.
