Drifting in that soft fog between blissful slumber and wakefulness, my mind floated from fond memories to the emerging clarity of wakefulness.

The warm pillows of her full breasts nestled against my back, cradling my shoulders. Her breath caressed my neck. Opening my eyes to the dim glow of a bedside lamp I basked in the afterglow of our evening’s explorations.

Just hours before we had ridden the peak of her orgasms to breathless release as she gave herself fully to my touch upon and within her most hidden treasures. From the first moments when she perched across my lap as I parted her hips to tease her perfect rosebud with the tiny pink bulb we had shared in the joy of each other’s touch. My fingertips had guided the nozzle into her taut anus and stirred it gently as the warm waters filled her completely. Those same fingertips had teased her swelling labia and flickered across her swelling labia as her arousal rose.

My lips had been the ones gently suckling her throbbing clitoris after she rolled onto her back while the last of the swirling waters carried her closer to the inevitable release. With my fingers deep inside caressing her g-spot, I urged her to orgasm before slipping the nozzle away and helping her to the bathroom to release the waters.

Still later my own release had been found buried full length within her anus, adding new surges to her long-neglected bottom.

Still breathless from our exertions we had met in the shower to caress and lather one another before retiring to slumber in each other’s arms. Sometime in the nap I must have turned away to leave her spooning… so very warm and comfortable against my back.

Now, in my growing consciousness I recognized a new touch.

Her hand was gliding softly between my own, now parted hips. Slick with the silky lube her fingertips glided up and down the crevasse between, rippling over my own sensitive anal ring.

I must have stirred just a bit at the touch because now her lips tickled my ear as she whispered, “Just relax, baby. I’m going to let make you feel everything you gave to me before.”

(I wonder just what that greeting might mean… a quiet promise? A warning? An unspoken yearning answered?)

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She sat up a bit as she slipped the covers to the foot of the bed and spread a towel in front of me.

"Just roll onto your tummy, baby, and relax," she cooed in my ear.

As I turned prone and settled my head into the pillow I could peek back over my shoulder in the dim light of the lamp and enjoy the sight of its glow illuminating her naked form as she sat beside my hips.

Her fingers still danced between them as she stretched her free hand to the basin on the nightstand. (When did she get up to gather that? How did I not wake up?)

"Just close your eyes and enjoy," she breathed, as the single fingertip which had been circling my anal ring paused to press at its center and then glided full length inside. My back arched, pressing back upon her digit as a moan escaped me. My penis began to awaken beneath me as her fingertip rolled over my prostate deep inside.

Even as I began to settle into the happy sensations of the moment, the finger withdrew... replaced by the warm, wet touch of the tiny bulb slipping inside. Before I could even grasp the new sensation she squeezed the bulb with a single slow surge of warmth as the waters began to stretch the inner folds.

Patting my hip she withdrew the nozzle and reached to refill it. I lost count to the number of times the process repeated. Each new insertion brought its own gasp and each new surge, spurting orgasmically over the swollen gland inside brought its own rising excitement and then dissolved into the next repetition.

As I began to sense the approach of my own release she reached her free hand between my thighs to gather my swelling member and turn it downward, captured hard against the bed by its own swelling pressure. Her fingertips softly caressed and kneaded my testicles within the soft confines of my scrotum. Each time I clenched my hips as orgasm neared, her fingertips encircled the apex of my scrotum and grasped tightly, tugging my balls downward toward her until the moment passed with my rising need unanswered.

She must have filled that tiny bulb nearly two dozen times, because the pressure began to grow unbearable inside. Then, as gently as she had started, she stopped... withdrawing the soft tip one last time and pressing her fingertip against my now throbbing ring.

"Here... let's stir just a bit," she purred, as her finger slipped through the ring and into the now wide open spaces within, swirling the waters in turgid circles.

As I began to pant like a newborn puppy she finally pressed my hips together and slipped her finger out. It took all my concentration to hold steady as she whispered, "I think we'll let you run to the potty now, but be sure to hurry back."

I must have been a sight as I half-waddled, half-skipped with clenched cheeks toward the open door.

As I rounded the door I heard one last instruction whispered my way... "And don't you dare touch that penis and let it cum. All that warm nectar belongs to me."

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When I emerged from the bathroom she met me at the door and enfolded me in her arms.

“Mmmmm,” she whispered in my ear as she reached down to squeeze my left butt cheek, “you’ve got such a fun little ass to play with. Go get comfy again and I’ll be right back.”

Pointing me toward the bed she playfully slapped by departing hip and darted into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I followed her instructions as the water in the sink began to run again and was about to doze off again when I was roused by her weight settling next to me on the bed.

Again she began to knead my hips and soon enough I felt her spread them again and the chill of a new stream of cool lube made me shiver. Her fingertips began to work their magic in the valley between, circling and teasing over my pulsing anus. My penis again started to rouse from slumber to erection.

“A nice warm rinse will be just the thing for you, baby,” she cooed as she kissed my neck.

I felt a new touch at my rosebud… this one hard and unyielding, unlike the soft tip of the bulb.

“Just relax, baby, and let mamma make you feel good.”

The rigid douche tip was different from the soft silicone of the bulb, but felt in no way unpleasant as she slid its full length into my rectum. This was a more certain invasion. It was long. It was hard and unyielding. The ripples as she stirred its bounding tip over my prostate brought me to instant and aching erection.

As I spread my legs wide to make some room she again reached under me to turn my penis almost painfully downward. “You’re so hard for me, baby,” she whispered. “I think he likes having his bottom pleasured.”

The tingles as she teased her fingertips softly over the head of my erection brought wave after wave of rhythmic swelling pulses at her touch. “Mmmmm… it’s such a deep red. So very excited.”

Without warning I heard a click and the sudden rush of warmth into my bowels surged upward.

I moaned and squirmed uncontrollably as she again encircled the top of my scrotum and tugged my balls downward. “Not yet. We’re not nearly done.”

For five almost uncountable minutes I was lost in a wave of sensation. The swelling in my belly grew ever more intense, but the yearning in my aching erection called even more urgently. Still the rhythmic kneading of her hand clasping my testicles kept any sense of orgasm at bay.

Apparently this near total control over my body was her aim because she chuckled softly as I writhed on the edge between desires for escape and need for release while she just kept stirring the nozzle like a gear shift and kneading my tender genitals like dough.

Somewhere in my reptilian brain I felt the sensation of warm dampness against the back of my left hand. Recognition dawned that it was nestled at the peak of her thighs. I had the presence of mind to rotate it palm up, cupping her sex in my hand as she sat cross-legged beside me. Now my own fingertips began to dance, flickering over the swollen and wet fullness of her labia, then pressing between to tickle her clitoris. Soon her moans and sighs matched my own as I plunged two fingers deep into her now flowing vagina. Clearly her attentions to my backside were having their own effects on her.

She began to grind her pelvis into my hand as my fingers rolling over her g-spot deep inside the forewall of her vagina. I almost lost the clench of my anus as she gasped in her moment of release. The deep cramp when her fist grasped even harder at my testicles restored my attentiveness.

“Not so fast, buster,” she gasped. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

With a click she closed the clamp on the now empty bag, pressed my hips together as she slipped the nozzle free and hustled me off once more to the toilet for a blessed relief.

“Don’t forget,” she called out. “Save that juicy explosion for me.”

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I was definitely feeling a bit wrung out by the time I opened the door to the bathroom once again.

She was there to meet me once more. This time she was wearing that amazing afterglow of a woman in full orgasmic flower. I think she must have let her vibrator carry her to still another release while I was letting the flood of her attentions drain from my over-stretched belly. That feeling was confirmed when she almost jumped into my arms with the most erotic kiss I’d ever known. My right hand dove for her lower lips and found them to be almost dripping with her own excitement.

“Back to bed for you while I have a turn in the bathroom,” she laughed with yet another full-handed swat on my backside. I turned back to find the door closed in my face and then sheepishly followed instructions.

When she crawled back in beside me she snuggled close and said, “Roll onto your back, dear one. I need to watch your face for the next round.”

She was all business, but still smiling as she slid a pillow under the small of my back, rocking my hips high into the air.

If I had ever felt any more exposed and vulnerable in my life I can’t remember it, but she seemed full of confidence and assurance as she knelt between my spread knees and began to slowly stroke her fingertips between my parted hips.

I could only close my eyes and moan as her fingertips turned inward and first one, then two pressed firmly into my rectum. I felt the stretching as my anus yielded, but beyond that there was a contentment and trust as she stroked in and out over the inner walls, rolling her fingers over my prostate. Once again my penis began to grow from its slumber on my belly toward readiness. Who could believe that after multiple trips from resting to orgasm she could coax yet another erection from my tired member?

I was amazed by the emptiness I felt when she withdrew her fingers from their explorations. It was as if I had been left alone in the wilderness.

My bereft state didn’t last long though. I opened my eyes to see her spreading the lube over still another nozzle. Or… at least it might have been a nozzle except that it looked much more like a black baseball bat as she rolled it in her hand, coating it with the slick gel. Everything before had all been well and good, but there was NO WAY…, NO WAY in the world that this giant invader would fit in my poor little rosebud. It was much more like a large plug than any nozzle I’d ever seen.

Even as I opened my lips to protest she smiled and simply said, “just relax, dear one, I think one more nice warm, full rinse is all you’ll need.”

My eyes traced the line of the hose as it looped over, then upward from the nozzle to the bag hanging by the foot of the bed. It was clearly double the size of the red one I’d used on her. In my head I multiplied the two-quarts into four as I gazed at the bulging amber bag. “Now you can feel what it means to be totally filled,” she said with a smile. Again I opened my mouth to object, but she reached between her legs and stroked one long, slow swipe deep within her full and pouting lips. As I followed her movements with my eyes wide and mouth agape she touched the dripping fingertip to my lips. “Shhhh, now. I know just what you need. Afterall, you’re enough of an athlete to enjoy a challenge, aren’t you?”

I could only nod as I drew her fingertip deeply into my mouth, sucking all the sweet nectar of her arousal as I felt the pressure of the first press of the nozzle against my anal ring.

Even as I nursed on her fingertip the pressure grew into a burning stretch of my abused anus. Just when I thought I could take no more the stretching gave way to a plunging depth as she pressed beyond the widest part of the nozzle and sank it to somewhere between my belly button and my throat.

I panted like a woman in labor, but there was no rest as she immediately opened the clamp and the flood began to wash over me from the inside out. Within moments the cramping began as the first quart of warmth surged through the larger bore hose. I moaned aloud as she began to softly massage my abdomen, all the while holding the nozzle firmly in place.

“Perhaps we need to give you a bit of distraction,” she cooed. “Now it’s my turn to taste and drink.”

And she bowed at the waist and opened her lips to engulf my swollen penis into her mouth.

It might have been the intensity of the moment. It might even have been the building urgency that kept pressing my penis to an ever-growing and painful erection, but all I know is that the flickering of her tongue and the deep warmth as she drew me fully inside her eager mouth was the most exquisite moment of bliss I’d ever known. Time lost all meaning as she consumed my more fully than I could have imagined. I rode the sensation of waves rolling ever higher until they could be held back no more and my orgasm broke forth over the distant shore. Not a droplet was lost as she drank in all I could offer and suckled urgently, seeking still more.

When the spasms were done and I could unclench my eyes I saw her smiling eyes gazing up at me and beyond her the great bag hanging now empty.

With a click of the clamp she locked me away from release, and letting my penis slip from her lips she helped me from the bed and guided me to the toilet with the nozzle still firmly plugging the pressure that so urgently wanted release.

She perched me atop the front edge of the seat and leaned into a hug with her hand trailing beneath my hip. “Relax and let it go, dear,” she whispered. “I think you are just about ready for the main event. Hurry back.”

With a single tug she drew the plug free, releasing the flood.

I barely had enough conscious thought processing available to ponder the meaning of her words as the unceasing torrent raced from my body and I could only stare at the now-closed door and wonder what lay on the other side.

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Almost as quickly as it had flowed in, the waters gushed out of me in raging torrents. To say that I was worn from the ordeal would be to completely miss the limp sensation which was not confined to my over stimulated and almost numb penis. I could have poured myself out the door as I gathered my wits, cleaned up and crept slowly back into the bedroom.

For the first time she was not waiting at the door for my emergence.

In the dim lamplight I could see her form under the sheet and blanket. Her blond tresses trailed over the pillow as she curled away from me. On my own side of the bed I slipped under the covers and gathered her into my arms.

“Dear one, that was AMAZING,” I whispered as I inhaled the scent of her hair and caressed her full breasts as they nestled against my chest. The moment dissolved into still more hungry kisses as we shared the little energy that we had left. I certainly had no further thoughts of sex beyond some gentle petting. Granted, the spirit was more than willing, but a 50-year-old body has a few limits and I had no doubt exceeded mine. Perhaps I could manage some morning nibbles, but anything that required an erection was out of the question.

We simply hugged and basked in the glow of fulfillment, nuzzling each other and teasing out tongues in the dance of joy.

As my fingers drifted beneath her breasts and down her tummy, the strangest thing happened. She reached to grab my wrist and guide it back upward. To this point we had held back no limits from each other. Why would she hold back my touch just now?

“Not just yet, darling,” she whispered. “There’s one more surprise.”

“Remember how I said I would give you every feeling you gave me? We’ve still got one thing more.”

She rolled me onto my back and rested her hear on my chest, nuzzling my chin as her right hand teased in circles down my belly. All too quickly she would find… she did find… my exhausted little organ resting flaccid between my thighs.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, wishing I were again a 20-something who could spring into action at a moment’s notice. I hoped the sadness in my voice could convey my desire to offer her pleasures that my body just couldn’t match.

“Shhhhh, now,” she whispered, kissing my eyelids and then my lips. “That’s not what we need right now.”

She slipped back the covers and rose to her knees. I smiled up at her and let my eyes roam down the full curves of her lovely body… that beautiful face framed in golden hair… the gentle slope of full breasts arcing downward to soft pink areolas crowned by erect nipples… the gentle hillock of her tummy leading downward to… WAIT – what was that?

Sprouting upward from her pelvis was a huge purple… well… penis.

I’d have said she was wearing a strap-on dildo, but she wasn’t. This was an organic appendage with no leather, wires or elastic involved.

I gasped as I tried to get my mind around the strange reversal that had grown up here between us.

As I tried to rise she again put her fingers to my lips. “Just hush and lay back there,” she whispered. Or was it commanded? Granted, the words were soft, but there was no doubt I was captured under her spell and would never resist.

“You filled my ass so perfectly it’s only fair that I should fill yours.”

Crawling between my knees she lifted my ankles onto her shoulders. (I think I was in that exact same position when I slipped into her anus just a few hours before.)

I felt her fingers begin to dance over my scrotum and beneath, spreading the soft, slick lube over my throbbing anus. I moaned with pleasure as she slipped one finger fully inside in a single motion. First the one, then two fingers rolled within me.

Then sliding her fingers out she pressed forward to center the tip of her feeldoe against my tingling portal. Her hips began to rock gently as she teased this new invader through the doorway to tap at my inner ring. Each motion created a new, almost electric shock as she begged my body to invite her inside.

Pressure… release… stretching… relaxed… a twinge of pain… an ache of yearning… and then it happened. With the gentlest of slow and languid thrusts she sank that huge penis full length inside me until I felt the tickle of her soft landing strip of silken curls caressing my scrotum.

My mind struggled to grasp the whirling sensations, emotions and questions that darted across the synapses. I KNOW I’m absolutely hetero. It’s basic anatomy. ‘Insert tab “A” into slot “B” (or “C” or even “D” if one is creative). The man is the one who gives and the woman receives. I’m not supposed to like this…, but somehow I do.

Some might think… even I might think… this is somehow unnatural. And yet, in this moment it seems absolutely natural. Here was this beautiful woman who just happened to have a large, purple, silicone penis that at this moment was buried so deep in my anus that I could almost feel it in my throat.

She was fully inside of me.

And she fit perfectly.

Even more, the coupling produced a new and strangely amazing sensation in my own wilted penis. Every slight movement that she made sent a quivering tingle that darted from deep within all the way to the head of my penis which began to swell at the tip of its limp shaft. As I reveled in each pulsing pleasure I opened my eyes to see a near constant stream of fluid escaping me and tracing shiny rivulets across my abdomen.

She rocked backward, then forward and each pumping thrust brought its new release.

Clearly the engineering of the feeldoe was doing its part for her pleasures as well. The large internal plug rolled over her g-spot as she pegged my ass and the ribs of the shaft rippled over her clitoris.

She began riding ever more urgently as the waves of pleasure rocked over her. Faster, deeper and harder she slammed her pelvis against my hips as she arched her back with delight. My legs slipped from her shoulders and I clasped them tightly around her waist, locking my ankles together.

Even as she tugged backward almost free of my grasping anus my own movements called her back deep within. I reached upward to cup her breasts in my hands, capturing a nipple between thumb and forefinger of each hand, rolling and tugging them as she rolled onward toward her release.

Our breathing was coming in erratic gasps as she neared her final moments. And then with a deep moan of triumph her steady and forceful thrustings gave way to spasms as she soared over the top of her orgasm.

We froze almost in mid-air as the last of the spasms subsided and then relaxed as she leaned forward into my arms, the slick puddle from my release slippery between us as the dripping nectar of her own dribbled downward onto my weary anus.

Her perpetual erection remained lodged deep inside me as we drifted toward slumber.

Just as I faded away she whispered one more line into my ear, “Let’s rest a bit, lover, then we can try again.”