Sex in Montpellier

After our surreal meeting with my principal, a meeting where my mother had turned once again into a terrifying harpy, I longed for peace and tranquility. I would have been quite happy to drive home in silence, but no, of course not. Mom couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“That girl, Bridget, she’s very pretty.”

“Yes.”

“Really, she’s about the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was a bit of a pause, I stopped at a red light, and when the light turned green Mom said, “I can get her for you. I mean, I can arrange it so that she becomes your girlfriend. Totally devoted, obedient…”

“No! Don’t even think about it! Leave her alone. And,” I tried to make my voice as commanding as commanding as possible, “I want you to leave Julia alone. Whatever you’re doing to her, stop it!”

That was a mistake. Mom grabbed the steering wheel, yanked hard right, and pulled us off the road. I jammed on the brakes and as we slid to a stop I screamed, “What the fuck are you…”

I didn’t finish. I saw her eyes, which blazed with the anger and fury I’d seen that day in the hospital, where she ended up after barging into my bedroom to find me blowing myself. “Don’t ever, EVER presume to tell me what I should do! Especially with that bitch! That’s none of your business. I don’t ask you what you and Elaine are doing, do I?”

She lowered her voice just a bit. “How many mothers would be liberated and sensitive enough to arrange an outlet for their son’s sexual energies? Especially after seeing the incre…um…the disgusting way you satisfies those urges?”

She was suddenly very flustered, I figured she was again remembering that Saturday morning when she walked into my bedroom and found my face covered with my semen after I sucked myself off. “You don’t think it bothers me knowing that my son is having sex with a good friend of mine, that you’re humping your brains out with a woman I used to watch take on a three men at once, including my own husband?”

“Mom, stop! We shouldn’t be talking about this!” She started to speak, but I cut her off by screaming, “STOP!”

I think I got through to her, because the tension ebbed out of her body. She lay back in her seat, and looked out her window. She took a few deep breaths, then said, “I won’t intervene with that girl if you don’t want me too. I shouldn’t be so nosey.”

She stopped, and after five seconds I realized that it was my turn. “I shouldn’t tell you what to do either. We should respect each other’s privacy.”

Mom nodded. “You’re right.”

“OK. Good.”

I started the car and pulled back on the road. About five seconds later Mom said, “Are you still sucking your own cock?”

“Mom!”

“Are you gay?”

“No!”

“It’s OK if you are, really.”

“I’m not gay!”

“Bi-sexual? It’s OK. I am.”

Jesus Christ. “I’m not bi-sexual, I’m not gay, I don’t suck…I don’t do that anymore. Please, let it rest!”

“All right, all right.” Another ten seconds, and then, “Why don’t you do that anymore?”

I sighed. “It’s too painful. It’s getting too hard to bend myself that way.”

“You’ve been putting on weight. You should do sit-ups.”

“Wait, you WANT me to do that to myself?”

“Oh, no, no…” she said. “You shouldn’t abuse yourself that way.”

“It’s not abuse. Except when Julia made me do it so Bridget could watch.”

Mom’s jaw clenched. “Oh, she’ll be sorry she did that.”

“Mom,” I begged.

She shook her head, “Remember, you said you’d respect my privacy.”

“Then keep it private. You say she’s going to be sorry, I have a right to speak up.” I was pissed off, really mad, and so I said, “You know what? I like sucking myself off. I totally LOVE it! I love licking myself, I love getting my cock all wet, and I love it when I come in my mouth! I swallow my own come and I love it! And I’m not ashamed of it!”

My mom looked much the same as she did when she walked in on me blowing myself. She looked like she was having a stroke. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it wasn’t easy. “I like regular sex more,” I said, trying to soften the impact of what I’d just said. It didn’t work. She just sat there, looking like she was either going to cry, spank me, or leap out of the car.

We were getting close to home, and I didn’t want this cloud hanging over us when we went in the house. I said, “We’re going to start from the beginning. I’m sorry about what I said back there. I wish I’d never said it, and I want you to forget I ever did.”

She started to cry. “Mom…” She shook her head. She collected herself, and then she said, “Your father used to,” she paused a bit, “he used to give himself oral pleasure too.” I didn’t say anything, not knowing where this was going. With sudden, determined intensity she said, “I LOVED watching him do it, I mean, nothing turned me on so much as watching him suck his cock.”

She sighed. “When I was younger, just a few years older than you, I started swinging with the group Elaine belonged to. I guess you know that I was pretty wild. You’ve talked to Elaine, and, well, you saw what happened yesterday.”

Oh, how I wish I hadn’t. “Uh-huh.”

“I had a bit of a reputation. I was the girl who would do anything, with anybody, any place, at any time.”

“Such a flattering compliment.”

She was beyond sarcasm, she was confessing her sins and nothing would stop her now. “After awhile, it started to get boring. The fucking, I mean. That’s something you’ll learn, that sex can get dull, become just another form of exercise.” Her eyes took on a faraway look. “I was at this party…well, it was really an orgy. I’d just done a triple penetration…” She looked at me. “That’s when three men put their cocks in a woman’s…”

“I can do the math!” I yelled.

“Oh. Well, I walked across the living room and this man rubbed his penis against my ass, and then another, and another, and pretty soon I was on my knees and there were eight men around me. They…well, we didn’t use the word back then, but we did a bukkake act for everyone. Do you know what bukkake is?”

I nodded like I understood. I didn’t, I’d never heard the word before. Afterwards, I looked it up on the Internet. I threw up in the toilet. My mom, folks.

“They all finished,” she continued, “some of them twice, and through it all I was thinking about how I had to do laundry that night so I had something to wear to work! I mean, I was BORED. I’d done it all before, and I knew I’d do it all again.”

She smiled, remembering. “Then this man came up to me and said, ‘Hi, my name’s Bill.’ Friendly. Sweet. He didn’t rub up against me, didn’t stick his dick in my face. Even though he was hung like an orangutan…”

“Mom!”

She ignored me. “We talked awhile, getting to know each other. He was new to this group, but he knew quite a few people we routinely partied with and they invited him to our get-together. We were very careful about who we invited, there was a lot of trust involved. That’s why none of us ended up HIV-positive, even though back then we had no idea that was a threat. Most of the people in our group were married, and then had sex with those inside the group. Me, I wouldn’t even kiss on the first date, but if it was someone in our little circle, I’d let him fuck me in the ass and then finish him with a blowjob, no problem.”

I couldn’t even cry. Maybe I would when this was over, but right now I was so numbed by it all I just nodded and prompted her with, “You said you met Dad…”

“Oh, right. We watched the action, and then I said, ‘Is there anything new under the sun?’ And he laughed and said, ‘I can show you something I bet you’ve never seen.’ He took me by the hand upstairs to an empty bedroom. I figured he was going to just screw me or show me some new cunnilingus technique, but instead he lay on the bed and arched his legs over his head and…well, he did what I saw you doing that one day. He sucked himself off.”

She actually flushed remembering it. “I mean, he was SUCKING it. Not just tickling it with his tongue, I mean he was taking five or six inches into his mouth! Up and down, up and down, sucking it!”

“Impressive,” I had to admit. “I can’t go that far.”

“How much can you suck?” she asked, those feral eyes burning into mine.

“Uhh…uhh…” I uhhed, trying to decide if this was a question I should answer. “Just a few inches, maybe three.”

She waved a hand. “Your cockhead is much bigger, you have more girth for your mouth to get around,” she said in explanation, though I hadn’t asked for one. “It’s harder to deep-throat a really thick cock. I always preferred giving blowjobs to guys with a normal-sized dick, you can really go crazy all over it. Big cocks are better for getting fucked, you feel so much more full inside, and the guy doesn’t keep slipping out of you when he’s really fucking your brains out.”

“So I’ve read.”

Again she ignored me. “I watched your father give himself head and I was laughing the whole time. I LOVED it. I loved how his muscles clenched in his back and neck while he was folded up that way, I loved the sounds his mouth made around his cock. I thought he’d stop, have me join in and finish him with my mouth, but he didn’t. He did it all for me. He made himself come and it went all over his face and his hair and his chest. He licked some of it up, and I bent down and kissed him. That was our first kiss, the two of us alone in that room, kissing and licking his come off his lips.” She sighed. “We were together, really together, after that.”

“What a wonderful story,” I said. “Some kids parents meet at the ice cream social, or the sock hop, or at a college mixer. Mine meet in a way that would make the Marquis de Sade ask for a tranquilizer.”

She gave me a dirty look and, many years later, I came to regret making that last remark, when she reminded me of it at shortly before my wedding ceremony. Next time you make a snide comment about someone, just remember that payback is a cast-iron bitch.

We were getting close to home. “Why did you and dad stop, ah, swinging?”

“We fell in love,” she said. “I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else, neither did he. That’s something else you need to learn. There’s a big difference between fucking and making love. Fucking is fun, you get your rocks off, you get that wonderful release. But when you’re with someone you really adore, sex is just sublime.”

“So why are you and Dad going to Elaine’s next party?”

She smiled. “For fun. Hey, we’ve been married 20 years. I think we’re looking for a little excitement. I don’t think we’re going to be half as crazy as we used to be, but I’m looking forward to a little nastiness again.”

“Great.” I stopped at a light and turned to face her. “Remind me when we get home to check the Yellow Pages for insane asylums.”

She actually laughed. “For you, or for me?”

“One for each. No visitation privileges.”

“Oh come on! You’ve done some pretty crazy stuff the past few weeks, haven’t you? Letting Elaine chain you up so everyone could play with you, that doesn’t count as kinky? How about Elaine telling me you had anal sex with a man?”

“That was involuntary!” I yelled. “I was tied up and this guy just started…doing that. I made him stop! If he’d said, ‘Pardon me, but do you mind if I stick my wiener up your butt?’ my answer would have been, ‘Sorry, no, not really keen on it.’ I didn’t get the chance!”

We both fell silent. Way, way, WAY too much had been said already. The light turned green and I put my eyes back on the road. Mom said, “Can I ask you a favor?”

“To forget the last two days happened? Sure.”

“No, no. I’m not ashamed of anything I just said. I was the truth, and there’s no harm in that.”

No harm for you, I thought, picturing my mom and dad making out after he…no, no, too horrible, get out of my mind!

“But,” she continued, “I’m a little bit ashamed of what I’m about to ask you.”

“Then don’t ask. PLEASE don’t ask.”

“Would you,” she asked, and then, after an eternity passed, “would you let me watch you suck your cock?”

The Earth shook, the Heavens fell. “What!”

“Please!”

“No, and I mean no-fucking-way! For God’s sake, we got done reading Oedipus Rex in English last week! Are you nuts?!”

She made a disgusted face. “Jesus Christ, I don’t want you have sex with you! I just want to watch you blow yourself!”

“Oh, is that all!”

“God, it’s no big deal! I’ve seen you fuck Julia up the ass, that’s a lot worse that this!”

“How isn’t it worse? How the hell is it BETTER?”

“Please, honey,” she begged. “I’ll sit very quietly in the corner. I won’t bother you. I haven’t seen a man do that in so long, please? Pretty please?”

I had two options-fight, and eventually give in, or just give in. “You aren’t going to, uh, touch me, are you?”

“You keep that up and I’m going to be sick. I’m not going to touch you, believe me.” Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t WANT me to touch you, do you?!”

“NO!”

“Thank God for that,” she said, relieved. “I was starting to get worried about you.”

We were almost home. “When did Dad stop doing, um, what I do?” I asked, curious, because it was looking like my autofellatio days were numbered.

“About a year after you were born he just couldn’t do it anymore. Probably the same problem you’re having. You’re getting older, filling out. You’re getting stronger, but less flexible.”

“It gets harder every day,” I admitted.

“When I saw you blowing yourself, it was a shock, because, well, when you see your son doing something that was once one of your biggest turn-ons, well, I guess I lost it. That’s why I kept telling you how disgusting it is, why I fixed you up with Elaine. So you wouldn’t do it anymore. Because I shouldn’t be getting turned on imagining anything my son is doing.”

I wanted to go on record again. “You got that right.”

“It’s just that, I think about a man doing that, and it turns me on. I don’t know why. Probably because you don’t find many men athletic enough and endowed enough to do it. Like your father.” She sighed with adoration. Any other time it would have been sweet, her mooning over her husband. Now it was just superduperweird.

I pulled into our driveway, my hands in a death grip on the steering wheel This was a bit much, wasn’t it? Already I was visualizing myself lying on a psychiatrist’s couch, detailing the events of this day, a day that did so much to screw me up so badly.

I parked and switched off the car. “This is pretty messed up.” I said, my entry for the Master of the Obvious contest.

“It doesn’t have to be, honey. I’ll just watch.”

“You promise?”

She held up a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

I sighed. “All right.”

We went inside, and Mom fairly dragged me to my bedroom. She pulled out my desk chair and sat down. “Do you want me to stand in the hallway? Will you be able to get an erection with me sitting so close?”

I had my pants down around my ankles and she could see for herself that wasn’t necessary. “Honey, wow. You are huge. I’ll bet Elaine just can’t get enough of you.”

“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t much for chit-chat at the moment. But knowing that my mom wasn’t going to climb on the bed and rim me or tickle my balls actually did much to help me maintain my hard-on. I lay on the bed and folded myself into position, and let out a tiny squeak of pain. “Jesus, this is hard!” I gasped.

“Does it hurt?”

I nodded. “It doesn’t matter.” It didn’t matter because my cockhead was right there, plump and spongy-hard, and I closed my eyes and let my tongue lap at it like an ice-cream cone. I made sure I was nice and wet before I opened wide and forced my penis into my mouth.

“Oh, baby, suck it,” my mother whispered. I heard a quiet “ziiiiip” and heard the soft rustling sounds of her taking off her pants. “That’s right, that’s nice, suck on it, suck it.”

I obeyed, bobbing my mouth up and down my cock as far as possible. I fellated myself so well that I moaned, and my mom moaned in response. “It is good, honey? You know how to suck that cock, don’t you?” I didn’t think she wanted an answer, but I mumbled a muffled, “UMM-HMM!”

“Lick it, let me see you lick it!” I released my moist plum and my tongue went to work, swirling over the tip and sending waves of pleasure to the base of my spine. “OHHH!” I groaned.

“Ooooh!” Mom moaned. “Oh, honey, you’re getting close, you’re getting close…” I was. I was moments away from the weirdest orgasm of my life, and that’s saying something. Mom was sighing, cooing, and I guessed she was pleasuring herself as she watching me pleasure myself. I imagined her diddling herself…and my erection immediately started to deflate. In a panic I imagined Bridget Landau, Bridget’s fingers busy in the folds of her dewy petals, Bridget spreading her long legs, lying back, so I could mount her and slide every inch of my penis inside her…

That did it. “Uhh…UHH! Coming, I’m coming!”

There was a scraping sound as Mom got up from the chair to move to the side of the bed. “Come!” she said, her eyes wide. “Come. Oh, honey, come…come…that’s it, use your tongue, oh honey! Come…come…let me see you come…let me see that big cock shoot all over your face…come on, honey…come…COME…COME!!!”

All over my face. In my hair, in my eyes, up my nose, all over my lips and chin. It was such a powerful climax that I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I wiped the semen out of my left eye and looked at Mom.

She was staring at my cock, at the semen coating my face and cock, and there was a long, terrible moment when I thought she wouldn’t remember that I wasn’t Bill, I wasn’t her husband. I didn’t want her to touch me, or even look at me anymore. I made sure not to look at her naked crotch. I didn’t want to give her any encouragement, and I didn’t want any fuel for future nightmares.

The sound of a slamming door broke the queasy tension. “Honey, I’m home!” My dad to the rescue. My mother’s head turned toward the door, and without a glance she left my bedside, quick as a velociraptor. She had her shirt off before she was out the door, and I heard a quiet “snap!” as she unclasped her bra.

I unlocked my legs and my quivering stomach relaxed. I went to the hallway and heard, rather than saw, what happened next. Dad said, “Hey baby, I…whoa…what’s going on? You just couldn’t wait to…oh…ohh…baby…oh baby…oh…is Danny…whoa…baby…is Danny home?” A long, shuddering sigh. “Baby, that’s…oh…that’s good…oh…” Another sigh. “Suck it…suck it…ohhh…no, let’s fuck, come on, slow down…baby, you’re gonna make me come, I don’t want to come like…oh…OHHH! Baby, OK, don’t stop, OK, just don’t stop…take it all the way…” A loud exhalation, then another, then another. “Yeah! Here…here I come…you want it all over your face? Yeah, yeah, you’re a dirty little girl, you’re my dirty little girl…oh, Laura, Laura, YES!”

The usual collection of groans, expletives and sighs of satisfaction rose up from downstairs. “Holy cow, baby,” my father mumbled. “If I knew I’d get that kind of reception just for taking out the garbage…”

“You aren’t done yet,” Mom said. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“I hope I have the strength. Where’s Danny?”

“Out. He’ll be gone awhile.”

“Good. Wouldn’t want him walking in on us. We’ve put him though enough.”

Yeah, right. I hid as my parents galloped to their bedroom. My mom, naked, grinning from ear to ear, her forehead still shiny in places where my father’s semen had splattered, hissed, “Go to Elaine’s!”

“Uh, sure.”

The smile vanished. “Are you OK?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Good!” Her head disappeared, then popped back in. “Thank you, for what you did,” she whispered.

“Uh, sure.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you do that ever again. I promise.”

“Uh, uh, good.”

She winked. “Have fun!” I heard her bedroom door slam shut, and then my father’s voice. “Uh…oh, shit, don’t you even want me to go down on you? I…uhh…ooh, baby, you’re soaking wet. What the hell were you up to today? Uh, ohhh…OH. Shit, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me…”

Just then I didn’t know what to say to this but I wanted her to know how I felt. I reached forward and caressed her cheek. “Oh Angela. That may be so but, well, oh I don’t know how to say this. What’s happened, what we do, oh heck Angela . . . I never thought. Look. Oh heck . . . it’s wonderful, bloody wonderful.” I didn’t know about love then, that came a year later, but I knew I felt something for her, something important and emotional but I didn’t know how to put it into words. She must have understood that because she smiled softly.

“Thank you Michael. I think you are a rare young man and I’m lucky to know you,” she laughed, “know you properly!” and she leant forward and placed a very chaste kiss in my cheek. I felt so proud and so happy!

“Now,” she said, “I suppose you’re wondering what happened down there?” she smiled and I nodded. “Well, Michael love, we women have a thing down there called a clitoris.” I raised my eyebrows. That I had never heard of. She smiled knowingly. “It’s a bit like your cock,” she said with a smile, “only much smaller and it doesn’t do the same things but it is very, very sensitive. You were very good you know, very good indeed.” I felt proud, proud that I could do this for her and I felt affection. Not love, well I didn’t know what that was but certainly affection.

“You haven’t finished though have you?”

I raised my eyebrows.

“I said you must kiss me ALL over didn’t I?” My heart leapt into my mouth and JT began another journey to erection.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Well you’ve only done the front.” With that she stood and undid her housecoat. She had put on a very skimpy white bra and suspender set with dark stockings – no knickers. My eyes took in her body – another realisation of how powerful women are. They can control us with their bodies. I was speechless because she looked fabulous but she wasn’t finished with me. She turned slowly until her bottom was level with my eyes. I could hardly move so powerful was the desire that washed over me. I can’t believe she didn’t know the effect this would have on me. My mouth was dry and all I could manage to say was, “Oh Angela!”

She looked back over her shoulder, “You like that?” I managed to nod. “You can touch you know,” she added with a smile.

Yes, touch, I could touch it. Slowly my hands moved towards her body, surprisingly not straight towards her bottom, but to her waist to run down the shape of her over those gorgeous hips. Then across the broad reach of her bottom, her arse. Soft, deliciously soft flesh that I gently kneaded, massaged and, finally, kissed. What more can a man ask? I didn’t realise it at the time but Angela could almost see my face in the dressing table mirror. She said afterwards it was a picture of pure lust and desire but she was pleased that I did manage to control that and go more slowly.

Now she leant forward taking her weight on the back of the stool. Of course this caused her bottom to become even lovelier and the hidden valley between her cheeks to open slightly. I know I’d seen her there last week but this seemed new, so much more sexy, erotic, exploring her like this. I kept on stroking, caressing, massaging, and kissing her cheeks. Angela was obviously enjoying my attention to her rear because I could feel her subtle movements. Then she moved her legs apart, about 18 inches, and paradise beckoned!

I could almost see it now, see the puckered ring of her anus. That tight entry that I’d violated last week with my thumb. I knew I wanted to violate it with my cock now but, of course, Angela was in charge. I had to, however, use my tongue. I longed to lick that delightful valley and test the tightness of her tiny little arsehole. God I was hot as my hands parted her cheeks and finally exposed the object of my desire. Looking back I am surprised that I didn’t find this dirty, disgusting even (as I know many people do about anal sex). To me, then, it just seemed another way of enjoying Angela’s body and, as she didn’t stop me, I must have unconsciously assumed that it was another way that Angela could enjoy mine.

Leaning forward I licked her just at the bottom of her spine. This caused a shudder as I’m sure she knew what was coming. Back and forth, sideways I licked and kissed then moved lower, into that valley. Even now I can remember the intense excitement, sexual of course, but there was something else – what I don’t know, but it seemed to increase my feelings as I licked down that valley towards her anus. Then I was there!

“Oh god!” from Angela and a pushing back of her bottom to feel me there I suppose. I suppose that, deep down, I must have expected this to taste pretty nasty but there was no sensation of that. I’d tasted of talc of course, all the time, but now just a slight oiliness that certainly wasn’t unpleasant. I learnt later that this was part of Angela getting herself ‘ready’! I started to lick around the tiny hole which had opened, rimming I know it’s called now but that term wasn’t in use in those days. How I enjoyed it. I know Angela did because she was moaning my name and sighing but I this that this position was a bit too much for her. It must have been hurting her legs.

I was mortified when she straightened up and turned round but I needn’t have worried. She raised me up level with her and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue pushing past the nonexistent obstacle of my lips. Then she pulled away and looked at me long and hard.

“God you are a special young man,” she said, “that was bloody lovely.”

I didn’t want to stop. “Can I do it some more, please Angela, please. I liked it,” I ended shyly – why I don’t know.

“Oh yes, oh yes you can do it some more,” and she moved to lay on the bed face down with her legs apart. How I didn’t cum I don’t know. If I had just as much as looked at JT I think I would have shot my bolt. Gorgeous, bloody gorgeous, bloody gorgeous – I could go on for ever. That was the moment I think, the moment that I knew that the female bottom was my weakness, my particular thing. I didn’t worry about it then but I did afterwards.

I knelt between her legs, bent forward, and continued where I’d left off earlier. I noticed the taste again, oily, nutty and not in the least unpleasant. But now I wanted more! Could I get my tongue past that tight little muscle? My thumb had so . . . I rolled my tongue (luckily I’m one of those who can do that) and pushed at the tiny hole in the centre.

Bliss!! It opened and my tongue slipped inside.

“Oh bloody hell Michael,” exploded from Angela and she pushed her bottom back into my face. I was surprised but delighted as my tongue went even further inside. This was so exciting, so sexy. Angela seemed to be enjoying it so I continued then started to fuck her bottomhole with my rolled up tongue.

“Yes, yes you rascal, oh Yessssssssss.” She must have cum I thought. I was pleased that I could make her cum like that but now she pulled away and turned on the bed. “Darling man, darling man, it’s time, I think, for you final lesson!”

Final lesson I thought and my face dropped. She smiled, “Oh don’t worry, lessons are only the beginning. Remember,” she licked her lips sexily, “practice makes perfect!”

I smiled, confident now, “And I’ll get plenty of practice?”

“OH yes, yes you will – plenty. Your lesson!” Could this be . . .? I could hardly contain myself and she must have noticed. She nodded, “Mmm, yes. I want you to fuck me there. Do you want to?”

I could hardly speak, I was so excited. I forced a croaky, “Yes,” past the lump in my throat as she smiled at me.

“Good,” she said with a smile, “I like it there. I think you do too?”

Well I hadn’t been there yet had I but I was bloody certain I would. “Oh Angela,” was about all I could manage as my imagination ran riot.

She kissed me, “Mmm,” she murmured pensively. I think she foresaw the problem! “Let’s get you ready.” I must have looked surprised. She smiled, “I have to put some lubrication on your lovely cock,” she said, “because it’s dry in there.” Oh bloody hell. I was sure that, if she touched me I’d cum.

“Angela, oh Angela I’m so close. Oh I’m sorry!” I was devastated that I might ruin it all.

She caressed my cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Anyway,” she added brightly, “it doesn’t matter does it because you’ll be ready again quickly.” I think she was trying to reassure me because she knew I probably wouldn’t last to actually get it inside her! I didn’t but I’ll get to that!

“Give me the pot on the side,” she said indicating a small jar on the bedside table. She saw my quizzical look, “Don’t worry you sweet angel, I’ll explain everything afterwards, just follow my lead and enjoy yourself. I certainly will with that in my bottom.”

Oh god!!!!!

I gave her the pot and, opening it, she took some cream on to her fingers. It was clear and, as she applied if very gently to my cock, I could feel it’s slipperiness. I had to concentrate like hell and not move a muscle because I was so, so close to cumming. She was finished quickly however, and I thought I’d be OK now but . . .

“Michael darling,” she said giving me the pot, “you have to do me now.” Bloody hell!! I took a deep breath as she turned on her knees, stuck her bottom up in the air and her head down on the bed. She looked back as she opened her legs wider and she smiled. “Go on, put some on me. I think you know where!”

How was I going to hold on? I’m sure I didn’t know. My heart was beating fast and my loins were on fire. I thought my cock and balls would explode with the pressure building down there but I knew I had to do this so I took some on my finger and applied it to her bottomhole, rubbing it round the outside.

“Put some inside as well,” she said throatily. It was obviously affecting her as well!

Taking another dollop on my finger, I pushed it into her bottomhole past the tight ring of her sphincter. “Oh god Michael, that is oooohhhhh . . . lovely! Now it’s time. Kneel up, you know what to do!”

Yes I did but I wasn’t sure I could do it! I knelt and, rather gingerly, took my cock in my hand and directed the head at the tiny little ring of muscle. How will it go in, I thought, but I knew it would because Angela was acting as if it would. I pushed forward, with little style I might add, and my cockhead slid inside her exquisite tightness. It was too much!!

“Oh bloody hell Angela, ANGELA,” I shouted as I began to shoot cum into her arse. She saved the day! She pushed her bottom back as I was cumming – what a feeling – and took me inside over halfway. This made me cum even more. Her rectum, her arsehole, oh god, inside her it was so hot, so tight, so bloody marvellous, I never wanted to leave but I thought I’d better so I began to pull out. I was mortified, ashamed that I’d let her down, cum too early before she’d had her pleasure but, thankfully, she was ready again. I’m sure she knew it would be too much for me.

“Don’t you dare,” she said peremptorily, “push right in. Go on!” My own orgasm had finished by now but I wasn’t softening much despite it being the fifth (?) of the day. The excitement, the sheer physical sensation of pleasure I was getting from my cock in her bottom was sustaining my erection. It felt so bloody wonderful – far better than in front. Tight, hot, and smooth – the lubrication I suppose. These were feelings I never wanted to loose. So I did, I pushed deep inside her until my thighs were tight up against her buttocks.

“Oh my god, you wonderful . . . Oh bloody hell that cock of yours. It feels so good. So big! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh bloody hell,” she moaned and her rectum squeezed my cock as, I assumed, an orgasm hit her. I was OK now. OK I mean in that I wasn’t ready to cum straight away. I was hard, almost at full strength but the next would be my sixth and, even with the tremendous excitement of her tight bottom, would take a while – thankfully!

She was quiet for a while then she looked back at me, “Oh Michael that is so nice. I want you to fuck me now, fuck my back door just like you fuck the front. Come on you young stallion, fuck my arse and make it last!” I needed no second bidding!

I was excited, terribly excited, by the situation and the feast before my eyes. My cock, rock hard again, splitting the gorgeous softness of her bottom, sticking in between her cheeks and gripped tightly by her rectum and anus. I was conscious of her pleasure though and she had said ‘make it last’ so I did my best.

I held her buttocks, one hand on each, and began to gently rock back and forth moving my cock only a couple of inches in and out of her slippery channel. I could look down and see her anus flexing as I moved, something which has never ceased to excite me. Soon my strokes got longer, more uncontrolled, and I was driving into her, my thighs banging against her buttocks. She must have realised I was getting close but she wanted it to last.

“Mike, Mike,” she called easing me down from my excitement. I looked into her eyes, limpid now, pools of desire as my cock worked it’s magic on her body. “Make it last darling, make it last.” She knew I wouldn’t be able to manage another shot after this one. It was going to be powerful, even I knew that.

Her comments had the effect of slowing me down and I fucked her arse slowly using different strokes, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. We got into a rhythm, moving together – it was unbelievable. I had thought her pussy divine but her bottomhole – there is no word to describe how I felt about it just then. We went on like this for a while then she turned and lifted her head saying, “Mike, Mike darling. I need you to kiss me. It’ll be soon then you’ll have to stop.” Angela enjoyed anal sex almost as much as vaginal but she couldn’t do it after she had her major cum. I suppose the excitement and the feelings leading up to that enabled her to cope with a huge cock in her arse, I don’t know. I only know that, if she did have her final orgasm before I had mine I would always pull out and she would find some other means to bring me off.

Just now I didn’t know that but I knew I was close and I knew I wanted to kiss her. Kiss this wonderful woman who was giving me so much pleasure, allowing me to explore her body. I bent forward and our mouths met in an explosive kiss. Tongue entwined and she thrust her bottom back into me and I thrust forward into her.

My balls exploded, my cock expanded and a feeling of sheer ecstasy encompassed my body. I didn’t think that pleasure like this was possible, indeed I don’t think I have ever reached that plain of pleasure again. Perhaps that’s why I like anal sex so much: I’m trying to get that feeling again, I don’t know. I pumped spunk into Angela, it seemed like gallons, seemed like I would never stop. I felt her squeezing me, milking me, almost sucking the life from me. I was wonderful, absolutely wonderful and, I suspect, turned me into a worshipper of the female bottom.

It finished. I was spent and I mean SPENT. My whole body felt like jelly and I fell to the bed almost in a faint such was the intensity of my orgasm. I think it must have affected Angela as well because she just lay there for a while before moving over to me.

“Oh Michael, Michael darling. That was wonderful, wonderful. Did you like it?”

Did I!!!??? You bet but I was still finding it difficult to speak so I reached up and pulled her head to mine and kissed her, kissed her passionately. “Angela, oh Angela,” I finally managed to say, “that was, oh that was . . . Can we do it again, please?”

She smiled, “You did then?”

“Oh yes Angela, oh yes I did, can we?”

Now she laughed looking down at JT who was certainly “hors de combat”, past it, fucked if you like, “I doubt YOU, you young rapscallion, are in any fit state to do anything, let alone fuck my arse again. Anyway, once now and again . . . Mike darling, it’s so intense. You understand?”

I did, it was, so I nodded. “Angela, I didn’t realise it would feel like that. It was . . . I don’t know how to describe it . . .”

She smiled, “Darling one, I think you like that more than anything. I thought you might after last week. We’ll do it as often as I can but . . .”

I realised than that I might be something of a trial for her. I suppose that, now I’d actually had her arse, her bottom, I began to realise that, perhaps, it wasn’t usual.

“Teach me about it Angela, please.”

“Mmm, I will,” she said, “over supper. You, rascal, have worn me out. I’m hungry and I’m thirsty. Let’s wash up then get something to eat and drink.” She softened everything with a lovely smile and a soft caress of my cheek, “Oh but I’m so, so lucky to have you,” she ended.

So, off we went into the bathroom to tidy up – and very enjoyable it was too. I always liked this part as well, it was playful, fun, as we washed each other’s bodies. Then, after dressing gowns (I wore one of her silk ones, a wonderful feeling next to the skin), downstairs for a drink and a snack. I know I was bloody hungry! As we sat eating and sipping I felt bold enough to ask her about having her there, her bottom.

“Angela?” I asked tentatively, “errm, about doing it like that . . .?”

She smiled, “I knew you’d like that,” then she said, “well it’s not that unusual. You mustn’t ever say anything about doing that,” she added seriously, “because it’s against the law.”

I was shocked – how could something so enjoyable be wrong. “I don’t understand Angela. You mean it’s not allowed?”

“Yes Mike dear. We could both go to prison for doing that.”

“Prison!!!”

A soft smile, “Yes. Even if we both agree, like tonight, the law says it’s wrong.” Now she laughed, “Bloody silly if you ask me. Can’t see what’s wrong if two people agree.” And that was another lesson I learnt. It isn’t is it. If two people, or more come to that, agree to do things with each other that don’t cause pain, I can’t see that that is wrong. That some other party can judge that. Oh, different of course, completely different if there is force involved, or disagreement, but two adults – it’s silly to think otherwise. Thankfully, that particular law has at last disappeared.

Then, however, I was concerned. Prison!! Angela must have seen my face. “Don’t worry Mike,” she laughed and caressed my cheek, “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t!”

That made me laugh, lean over, and kiss her cheek. “No,” I said, “I won’t tell anyone!” Curiosity took over. “Angela?”

“Mmm.”

Now I was suddenly embarrassed. “Errrmm. I, umm, well I wondered about, you know, getting ready. That stuff we used . . .?”

She smiled softly, “Oh you dear man,” she said. “I’ll explain. I said it’s not unusual to do it there, like that, but it isn’t really designed for it.” Now Angela seemed a bit embarrassed as well. I understand now, it must have been difficult for her but it had been so wonderful for me that I pressed her some more.

“I don’t understand?” I said quizzically. I wasn’t being obtuse on purpose, I really didn’t see what she was getting at. I was still naïve after all!

“Oh Michael, dear! Well. The front, my pussy (she didn’t call it that but I will), is designed for your cock to go in isn’t it?” I agreed with a smile. “Rascal! My bottom isn’t is it?” I raised my eyebrows. “Bottoms aren’t designed that way are they. They aren’t supposed to be used like the front so I have to get ready before you can do that.” She smiled again and caressed my cheek. “I won’t let you do it unless I get ready,” she said.

“Get ready?”

“Yes, empty myself completely,”

“Oh,” is said suddenly realising exactly what she meant, “oh, I see.”

“Yes darling. If the lady doesn’t it can be messy, nasty and even dangerous. You do understand?” Well I did. I could see what she was getting at and it was another valuable lesson. She told me later exactly what she did to get ready, how she used the tube and everything. I realised then that, if I wanted to do that, I’d have to be ready to convince my partner.