By: Macbeau

There had been other anal accomplices, but they had come and gone without distinction— practice for bigger game. It was Shelly who had not only proved an exceptional assfuck, but had also introduced him to the erotic pleasures possible when an enema bag is brought to the party. He had met her one Sunday at a spa in Desert Hot Springs while sitting in hot mineral water drinking Black Russians over ice and cold water. Shelly had been drinking with a guy whom she had ridden out with from Hollywood. By the third round of drinks the guy she had arrived with was leaving the spa mad as hell and without Shelly. He remembered her stoking his stiff cock under the water as he fingered her cunt. She asked for a ride back to Hollywood.

Shelly was small, a curly black haired petite Jewess in her late twenties or early thirties, with just enough tit to say she had some and not much more. Her nipples were small and dark against her tan skin. He knew this immediately because as they were leaving the spa she took off her sandals, shorts—no underwear, and her top. Her hair was very short, and brushed back she took on a masculine quality. Her bush was a medium thick nest of black curls, her labia protruding with a noticeable clitoris.

Her skin was tight, tan, blemish free and her black eyes flashed with a sexual tension that could make a eunuch erect. Forty minutes later on Westbound Interstate 10, she performed an excellent act of fellatio, swallowing his semen without leaving a trace on his cock. While on her knees sucking him, he had fingered her wet cunt while she held her hips up in the air for all the truckers and old folks in motor homes to see as they passed by. She got very wet as he teased her but did not cum more than once and then only a minor one. She did however, keep him away from her ass, telling him to save that for later.

Arriving in Hollywood she pulled on her shorts and top long enough to enter her apartment, then removed them, and his too. It was after a long, slow, deliciously serious session of fucking, during which time she had made him stop twice so she could catch her breath, that he had first cum inside her cunt. Then on his back, Shelly’s cunt over his mouth he had sucked it back out.

Afterward, on the bed in the evening light of her studio apartment she began telling about three of her girl friends and a boy friend of one of those females and their dropping LSD together. She explained how the female with the boy friend turned into a cunt-sucking machine under the influence of the LSD and went around to each naked female friend performing multiple acts of cunnilingus.

“She ate all three of us twice before we took pity on her,” she trailed off appearing to be finished with the story.

“Was it you who finally ate her?” he asked, aroused as always at the idea of two women having sex.

“Nobody ate her,” she replied lightly laughing while sliding down to suck his soft cock, “I fucked her asshole with my seven inch silicon strap-on while she sucked her boy friend.” She said it with the air of someone who saw this as no big deal. “I fucked him too,” she added as an after thought before engulfing his cock with her mouth.

“Did she cum that way?” He finally managed to inquire, his cock stiffening in her mouth at the vision of her working out on both assholes, a dildo strapped to her crotch.

“They both did,” she answered from the top of his cock in surprise.

“Did you?” His cock going fully rigid.

She lifted off his stiff member looking at him with curiosity, “Why else do it?”

“I guess what I meant,” he stammered, “how did you get off.”

“Oh, the sight of my strap-on disappearing into a nice looking asshole, the nub on the base rubbing my clit, I fucking cum, you can be sure of that!” She put his cock back in her mouth.

“Do you like the feel of a cock in your ass?”

“Sometimes,” she tried to reply from around his cock again.

“Would you like to feel the cock in your mouth sliding up your ass instead?”

She continued to suck him, then looking over his cock a moment, took him back into her mouth a few more strokes.

“After I clean myself out,” she said this time removing the now fully erect member from her mouth before attempting to speak while slowly continuing to stroke his throbbing shaft.

“May I watch?”

“Why, do women usually make you fuck them in the ass blind folded?” She asked smiling.

“I meant watch you clean yourself out.”

“Sure” she replied heading for the bathroom. “If you’re good, you can help” she quipped over her shoulder.

He watched her perfect petite ass disappear into the bathroom and stood to follow picking up a cigarette and his lighter, but not lighting it. “This we have got to see,” he remarked aloud.

She was bent over adjusting the shower showing off the dark brown hole between the lighter colored cheeks and the swollen lips of her cunt below. On the edge of the tub lay a red two-quart enema bag with six foot of hose and a four-inch white nozzle.

“Ever had an enema?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said somewhat embarrassed, “my mother and grandmother both found the impetus to administer them.”

“Some people just have all the luck” she observed, still bet over the tub. “I love this place, monster water heater.” She spoke as she filled the bag. “At 99_ you can keep a shower and bag fill running for hours.” She hung the bag from a hook on the shower rod. He was sitting on the closed toilet lid, looking directly at her anus just inches away when she stood to hang the bag and her butt cheeks closed like a flesh curtain over the object of his study. Turning to face him he looked at the crop of curly black hair and the clit below.

“Lift the lid, I have to pee” she said, and he did.

He would have moved out her way but she pushed him back onto the toilet seat and stepped over him.

“Spread your legs,” she told him, and as he did, she squatted over him urinating on his cock, splattering her piss on them both.

“Something for Rose to clean up,” she observed laughing.

“Your cleaning lady’s name is Rose?”

“No,” she replied dribbling the last of her pee on his half-erect cock while sliding her clit over the dripping shaft. “Rose is what I call the bitch I make clean my bathroom, and if she does it well and pleases me, I let her suck my clit or I fuck her in the ass with my strap-on.”

“One of the three whom you did LSD with?”

“You ask too many questions!” She kissed him, then stepped back from over him and took a large shower sheet from a towel rack on the wall, folded it length ways several times and placed it on the edge of the tub as a cushion. Then she laid face down onto it her legs straddling the side of the tub and drew her outer knee up slightly, lifting her hips, her anus exposed, ready, and waiting for the pending flood.

“What can I say, I’m a writer, curiosity is my birthright—and besides, you have great stories, and friends too. Who would have thought of a guy watching four women do each other and then being fucked in the ass by one?”

“I thought you wanted to fuck me in the ass?”

“I do, believe me, and looking at your beautiful little pucker of yours and knowing you intend on letting me stick my cock in it is…,” he tailed off, unable to finish, his cock stiff.

“Then I suggest you shut up and get on with it,” she snapped while leaning up to kiss him. “Now lube me with your little finger” she instructed, “as deep as the first knuckle.”

He did as he was instructed, holding his pinky in her very tight asshole for a moment.

“Good, now lube the nozzle, then clear the air from the hose please, I hate air cramps.”

After coating the nozzle with a generous portion of jelly, he held the nozzle upward and released the clamp. A stream of water commenced, he covered the tip with his finger and closed the clamp. Using two fingers of one hand, he put one finger on each side of her quivering little hole before slowly and carefully inserting the nozzle, removing his finger from the tip just before inserting it.

“Right there” she moaned reaching for his cock and stoking it. He stopped the entry and held the nozzle in place while her sphincter adjusted to its presence.

Shelly’s hips undulated a little and then she purred over her shoulder, “Fill’er up.”

He opened the clamp and reaching up gave the bag a gentle squeeze to start the flow and clear the nozzle of any material it might have encountered upon entry.

Turning parallel to the tub he leaned against the wall and begin to run his hands softly over the cheeks of her ass, occasionally fingering her damping clit and making her squirm and moan. Reaching down, Shelly stroking his cock slowly as her colon filled with the warm water.

“You do this often?” He inquired.

“Only when I meet a cock like yours that I think will fit inside my ass nicely.” She smiled at him, her coal black eyes flashing. “Stop the water.” Her tone was one of strain as she raised her hips higher.

He closed the clamp and gently began rubbing her swollen tummy. After a moment or two she relaxed, her bowels adjusting to the weight and pressure that once again increased as he opened the clamp. She took the rest of the bag without additional cramping and when it had emptied he closed the clamp again and removed the nozzle slowly from her pressurized anus, a tiny trickle of water leaking out as it closed.

“Lube a finger and slowly put it in my cunt” she instructed, and he did. She moved her body against the pressure forcing an acceptance of it.

“Now another” she said in her blithe manner. He did as he we told and soon she was undulating around two fingers that massaged her bowels from her cunt, sending waves of sensation through her.

“Why don’t you get the joint from the coffee table?” Slowly withdrawing his fingers from her cunt, he washed his hand in the water from the detachable showerhead running in the tub and went for the joint. Upon returning he found her on the toilet in the throws of several long expulsions, and sitting on the edge of the bathtub they shared the joint while she finished.

“I’ll wash you” he offered as she stood. Stepping into the tub behind her, she bent forward and looked over her shoulder as he rinsed the residual of an obviously messy expulsion from her ass cheeks with a stream of urine. He then repeated the act with the hand-held showerhead and its continuous stream of body-temperature water that he also used to refill the bag.

“Now your turn,” Shelly motioned him to the towel.

Positioning himself the way she had, face down, straddling the side of the tub, his ass in the air, his head enjoying the buzz of the pot, he felt her lubricated finger enter his ass.

“I see we have a need for a cleaning,” she remarked pulling her finger free and inserting the nozzle. Reaching up she opened the clamp and squeezed the bag. “And I see we like this too!” Shelly’s comment in response to his rapidly stiffening cock. The water was filling him, and he quickly found the pressure both disconcerting and pleasing. He could feel his pelvis distending, and she could see it too. She stopped the flow, and rubbed his ass cheeks.

“Ready for the rest?” She knew he was still trying to deal with the first half of the bag, observing his slightly twisting form. The renewed flow immediately translated into a fresh series of pressure initiated sensations flashing through his bowels. “I knew I should have filled up again first,” she said mocking his discomfort as the bag emptied. She withdrew the nozzle and immediately refilled it, washing the nozzle and clearing the line.

Shelly assumed again her position on the folded towel, and working from inside the bathtub, he inserted the nozzle and she was once again taking in water. The transfer started quickly, which was good, because his ability to retain was fading quickly. Grabbing the cigarette from the counter, he lit it and sat on the toilet, a long expulsion flowing seconds later. His relief was obvious in his relaxed body language, his mortification in the constant flushing, all while Shelly sat straddling the tub, taking the bag of water in while watching him expel. Finished, he dropped the cigarette into the bowl before the last flush, then stepped into the shower and removed the nozzle from Shelly’s ass. Shelly washed him with the showerhead, then prepared him for a second bag, still holding hers.

Positioning him again on the towel, she began the transfer of another bag of water. Once the water was flowing into his ass she turned and he watched the expulsion of her second bag into the bathtub, amazed at how clean the water appeared as the pressurized stream exited her anus. She finished her expulsion as the bag emptied into him and they traded places.

Almost from the moment the water had started to flow into her ass this third time his two fingers entered her cunt to feel the flow through the wall that separated those two distinct chambers of her body. Her bowels received the entire bag to the accompaniment of continuous moaning and writhing. With his free hand he closed the clamp and removed the nozzle from her anus, which he immediately pressed his thumb over. He slowly curled and straightened his fingers in her cunt until she moaned out from her growing ecstasy, “Use your cock.”

As he lay on his back in the tub, she straddled him slowly lowering herself onto his stiff rod. He could feel the pressure of the water inside her as his cock pushed inward. Slowly she begin to work him varying the depth and angle of his cock as it entered and retreated. She moaned and shuttered several times before speaking again.

“Expel with me.”

Together they released their waters, the expulsions broken by their fucking. Reaching back he could feel the spray of the water exiting her ass.

“Want a third?” She asked from above him when at last they had each finished draining their bowels.

“No, two cleared me I think.”

They showered together, dried each other and left the bathroom naked. He rolled a couple more joints; while she fixed food, wine, and coffee. Sitting on the floor at her coffee table they smoked, ate, drank, touched each other’s bodies, and talked only of sex and fucking. Shelly was an open book of sexual escapades. He often wondered after their short time together if he had made it far enough to be a chapter in her sexual archives, a footnote, or just the unrecorded practice for bigger game.

“How’d you discover you liked enemas and anal sex?” He asked at one point.

“I got constipated a lot as a child and teenager, still do sometimes,” she begin. “My mother was forever giving them to me, and the older I got the more I liked them. As for ass-fucking, my ex-husband was bi, actually closer to gay I should say.” She looked neither sad nor happy about it as she hit the joint and drank her coffee. “He had a small cock and I soon discovered how much I liked it in my ass,” she smiled and passed him the joint. “Have you been fucked in the ass recently?”

“About a year ago.”

“Male or female?”

“Male, a nineteen year old hairless Twinkie I picked-up in a bathhouse.” Then qualifying it, “my one and only time in a gay bathhouse I might add.”

“That’s one more time than I’ve got to be in one. Was he a good fuck?” She asked with an air of excitement.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, a very good fuck,” then changing the subject, he asked, “did your ex- tell you he was Bi?”

“Sure, and I am too, so I figured no big thing,” she explained heading for the kitchen still talking as she went and retrieved whatever it was that she was looking for in the refrigerator. “We used to fuck each other’s lovers.” She stopped and looked back his way. “I’ve watched my ex- and his lover fuck a number of times.” She returned with more wine and something else.

“I remember the first time,” she continued dropping six glycerin suppositories onto the coffee table. “I’d never watched two guys actually fuck each other before, I couldn’t take my eyes off them.” She left for the bathroom and returned with the tube of lubricant and a very small bulb-style enema syringe. “I loved watching him take his lover’s cock up his ass, just did something for me.” She poured herself another glass of wine and continued. “I read a line somewhere in the Maque de Sade once, I don’t remember which book, a female character says that if she were a man she would only fuck assholes.” Then, remembering the story he was telling, she asked “Did you hit on him or did he on you?”

“I guess I choose him. I had been in the Jacuzzi, and got out. I had a small white towel around my waist and decided to go upstairs to the playrooms and see what they were like. He was standing in a pair of white shorts, and I could see his cock through them. He had a nice face, a hairless body, and a small ass, and I figured if I was going to pick someone up, I might as well shoot the moon as it were. I had watched several others, one Black, another guy with dark hair and a huge cock hit on him but he ignored them both. I casually walked around, poked my head in the orgy room where someone flicked a lighter over their cock.”

“How did you attract his attention?” She was sitting close to him now, stroking his cock again as he spoke.

“I was walking slowly toward him and we made eye contact, I removed my towel and walked toward him naked, holding the towel in my left hand. He smiled as I approached and so I walked up and kissed him. I could feel his cock jump the minute my lips touched his and our bodies pressed together. I reached into his shorts taking hold of his cock and told him I wanted to fuck him.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing, he just kissed me and grabbed my cock.”

“Damn!” Shelly exclaimed, sticking a joint into her mouth and lighting it; “it’s so easy with the same sex.” She took a long hit, held it, exhaled it and took another before passing it, continuing to stroke his cock as they talked.

“So did you fuck him in the orgy room, through a glory hole, what?”

“The friend I had gone to the bathhouse with had rented one of the little fuck rooms, he let us do it in there while he watched and jerked off. He’s really into that voyeur thing.”

“What kind of a show did you give him,” she was really getting into it. “Did you make it an interesting fuck, mix it up?” Taking the joint back she added, “tell me about it, step-by-step what you each did.”

“We waited for my friend to get settled in. The kid was leaning against the wall, I walked up and just started kissing him, then I knelt down and slowly pulled his shorts to mid-thigh before licking his cock and then just plain sucking it.” His cock grew stiff as he related the story, and when he told of licking the young boy’s cock she began licking his.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she admonished, “keep talking.”

“When I had him nice and stiff, I moved to the bed and he followed.” Her sucking was becoming a distraction to his story telling. “He started by sucking me like you are, then he worked his way to my balls, eventually reaching my ass which he tongued with great gusto.” As he spoke, Shelly imitated the story by doing the same thing he was describing. She stopped looking up from between his arched legs.

“Bend over the bed on your knees,” she instructed.

He did so and immediately felt her tongue working its way around the outer ring of and then into his anus. Removing the foil from a chocolate kiss, she placed the tip at his asshole and then pushed it inside the opening with her finger, all the time gently stoking his stiff cock. The flat round bottom of the kiss was visible just inside his ass.

“What’s are you doing?” He finally had to ask.

“Watching a chocolate kiss dissolve in your fuck hole,” she replied laughing. “Chocolate melts at body temperature, and even faster when the body is as hot as yours is.”

He could feel the small mass softening and then her tongue returning to harvest the sweet liquid now dripping out of his ass. She worked her tongue deep into him, then encircling his anus with her lips sucked out the last of the chocolate. His cock was throbbing, the feel of her tongue invading his asshole adding fresh fuel to both his excitement and hers.

“Don’t move she admonished him” as she stood going toward her nightstand next to the bed. She returned with a harness that she strapped around her waist, fitting into the front of it a six-inch silicon dildo, securing the back strap so that the base of the dildo nestled against her in the right place.

“What position did he fuck you in, face down, on your hands and knees, which way?”

“I was on my back, legs in air” he answered, amazed at both her actions and his response.

“Did he cum in your ass when he fucked you?”

“No, but I.”

“Turn over and raise your legs,” she instructed.

Doing as he was told, he lay flat on his back, legs pulled back and up as Shelly begin removing the foil from three suppositories, inserting each one at a time into his ass. Then she placed the tip of her finger just inside the opening and began to suck him again while the trio of glycerin torpedoes melted.

She was wet, the nub on the base of the silicon cock touching lightly against her clit, waiting to bring her lust to full force when pushed against with more pressure, the bouncing while she sucked him merely a teasing prelude. Withdrawing her finger from his asshole, she lubed the dildo and positioned the head of it against his ass, watching as it pulsed in anticipation of her pending intrusion.

“Go easy with my ass, please?” He asked. Then holding him by the legs, she pushed gently.

“Just so you go easy when it’s your turn in mine,” she replied guiding the toy.

“Oh…oh baby, yes, slow, easy,” his words but a whisper between his teeth. His hole opened to receive the head of the dildo and he writhed around its slowly advancing length.

“Oh yes, fuck my ass! Yes! Deeper, fuck me with your cock. ”

On her knees, his ass elevated, Shelly begin to fuck him rhythmically while stroking his cock with the lubricant left from the coating she had applied to the toy now working in his manhole.

The nub on the base of the dildo was hitting Shelly’s clit at just the right spot and she began to feel that sweet electricity of excitement that comes as the prophet of a greater orgasmic portent. A significant degree of Shelly’s sexual thrill was seeing that beautiful undulating asshole wrapped around her strap-on.

“You like my cock in your ass don’t you?”

“Oh! Yes! Fuck me! I love your cock in my ass.”

“Yes, you’re just a little fuck boy at heart aren’t you?”

Her movement was propelling the nub against her clit in that place she could not withstand for long. The other end of that same toy massaging his asshole and deep beyond into a tormented pleasure she knew would soon trigger an explosion of hot white fluid from the cock in her hand. Each stroke into his ass sent a corresponding pulse back to her own throbbing clit through the shaft of silicon that slid in and out of him at her command. The image of his ass taking her thrusting toy, his stiff cock fucking her hand, his words, and at that she was awash with the first wave of an orgasm, then the second, the third, her thrusting and stroking now broken and uneven from the spasms coursing through her body. Losing her ability to stoke him for a moment, she recovered just as his cock went ridged and a hot stream of semem splashed up the middle of his chest. She followed the line of cum with her tongue, licking it off his skin, then slowly withdrawing the dildo from his ass she undid the strap-on letting it drop to the floor.

They lay together in the darkening apartment. It took him a little longer then her to recover. As Shelly moved about the semi-dark apartment but he could not tell what she was doing. Then a light from the other side of the room softly illuminated the scene as she returned to him on the bed, crawling and licking her way along his body.

“Well, was that ass fuck as good as the one that Twinkie gave you?”

“You bet,” he lied. The Twinkie’s young cock had actually felt better, but knowing she could never match the real thing he sought to spare her feelings.

“I know it’s not the same as a real cock,” her voice tainted with disappointment.

“I think that is made up for by the fact that I have never been fucked in the ass by a woman before, and you sucked my ass and cock much better than he ever did.” Shelly smiled and kissed him long and deep.

“I must tell you, I have never sucked from anyone’s asshole before, the idea just came to me and I loved it!”

“My asshole thought it was pretty good too.”

“Good, then you won’t mind giving me a wine enema.”

“More liquid in your ass?”

“It’s a quicker buzz than drinking, believe me.”

On the coffee table Shelly had placed a open bottle of Chardonnay, a small brandy-snifter and a very large one too. Leaning against the bed and lighting a cigarette, he watched as she poured the smaller of the two brandy glasses half-full of wine, then going to the kitchen she return with a drinking glass full of hot tap water. Pouring small amounts of the hot water into the wine, she checked the temperature with her finger touching the liquid to the inside of her arm like a mother testing milk for a baby.

“There, just the right temperature,” she remarked. Squeezing the air from the small syringe, she filled it from the glass. Turning and handing it to him, she bent down on her hands and knees, ass in the air toward him with her head on the carpet.

“May I have some wine please?”

Taking a small drop of lube, he coated the nozzle and squeezing the air out of the nozzle inserted it into her anus and then slowly squeezed the bulb until it was flat in is hand. Then he withdrew the syringe, and let the bulb fill with air before setting it on the table.

“Thank you, that was very nice.”

“How long do you leave it in there?”

“About five to ten minutes for each syringe full.”

“How many do you usually do.”

“That depends on how drunk I’m looking to get before I take your cock up my ass. For tonight, two should do the trick.”

Picking up the last joint he lit it and passed it to her. She lifted her head enough to hit the joint and returned it to him while lowering her head back down.

“Rose would be in heaven right now.”

“The bitch who cleans your bathroom Rose?”

“Yes, her.”

“And why would Rose like this, is she into wine enemas?”

“There go with those questions again.”

“Hey, you started it?”

“I know, I was just teasing, don’t be a prick.” Turning she picked up the larger brandy snifter and kissed him. “Hold this for me, please?”

Shelly stayed on her knees leaning on the coffee table and spreading her legs enough that he could hold the vessel up beneath her.

“Here it is,” and her colon returned the yellowish mix of wine and water. “Thank you, and yes, I’d love another one,” she remarked bending forward to the carpet again.

Leaning forward he gently tongued the moisture from around her anus, tasting the deluded wine, then driving his tongue into her ass to taste the last of what remained there.

“Oh, baby, I love the way you suck my asshole,” Shelly crooned pushing her ass into his face. “I hope you fuck my ass with the same talent you have for tonguing it.”

He reloaded the syringe depositing its contents into her ass. Then sitting back he smoked a cigarette and traced the outlines of her labia with his finger, rubbing her clit and her cunt hole lightly, watching her grow wet as he did.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she said finally leaning up and over the coffee table, her movements and speech markedly slower.

“Just a second,” he said standing, “I have to pee” starting for the bathroom, but her hand caught his thigh.

“Wait,” she blurted and turning held the large brandy snifter with the remnants her first wine enema sloshing in the bottom.

Holding his cock with other hand looked up at him from her knees, “Pee for me.” When he had finished she sucked the last few drops from his cock and carried the now full snifter to the bathroom were he could hear pouring, a flush, and washing. Handing him the clean brandy snifter upon her return, she positioned herself on the coffee table. Arching her back, Shelly started peeing, then expelled part of the second syringe of wine, then both with her almost clear urine still flowing after her quivering asshole had passed its last few drops of Chardonnay. Again he tasted her ass and her cunt below before she took the snifter to the bathroom and returned, her walking obviously effected. Turning her tiny ass to his face, she bent her small frame forward.

“Would be so kind as to insert those please?” She motioned to the three suppositories on the table.

He unwrapped the first one, held the bottom by its foil wrapper and carefully inserted it into her waiting anus, his finger slowly pushing until he could see the end of it just inside her asshole. He used the second to push it onward and likewise the third. Then with his finger moved the last one until it was just out of sight.

Shelly stood erect again and finished the wine and water left in the small brandy snifter before turning around and dropping to the floor on all fours—once there she commenced sucking his cock. After some time this way, he turned her around positioned her crotch over his face. As he worked her clit with his tongue, he noticed the glycerin had formed a slick coating at the opening of her asshole. He watched her quivering hole as she rode out two minor orgasms before withdrawing his pole from her mouth, whence she coated it with lubricant. Without saying a word, she lay down on her stomach on the bed, legs spread slightly apart, and reaching back with both hands parted the cheeks of her ass exposing the moist, pulsating target.

Moving in behind her, he reached to finger her, but she protested, “No, use just your cock.”

The image of her holding her small, beautiful butt open to him fired his lusts even more, that and feeling the head of his cock touching her slick anus. He felt the head center against the hole and he pushed. Her sphincter resisted, and he pushed harder. She gasped a little, moaned softly, and pushed back. Her sphincter opened, and being filled with the glycerin melted from its cylindrical form by her body heat, the head of his cock passed quickly through her opening with almost no friction.

“Don’t move,” she moaned.

He stopped at her request, hovering over her, the head of his cock now encased just inside the sphincter that she was moving and adjusting around his stationary cock. He could feel her relaxing, accepting its thickness and growing even more aroused. She positioned his hand palm up between her legs, and then settled her crotch into it, his cock following still held just inside the opening of her asshole.

“Try to keep the pressure constant on my clit” she advised him, “and I’ll supply the motion to start.” She had already placed her hand over his and was working her ass slowly against his cock as she spoke. She removed her hand from his and he continued the rhythm she had established. Slowly, they lowered themselves down onto the bed, and using the mattress as a brace for his arm beneath her he lifted her upward onto his cock, now over halfway into her ass and moving deeper with each stoke.

Starting with soft moans and escalating rapidly, the delicious sensations emanating outward from the slick shaft sliding rhythmically in and out of her ass soon found voice. “Deeper…deeper” she started, repeating herself in time with the stokes “deeper” and then substituting “harder” in place of “deeper” every other time. It did not take long before her breathing grew so intense that her words got lost and then found again, always audible when his cock reached the furthest point inside her. He could now feel his balls slapping against her, hitting the finger that massaged her clit. Her auditory exclamations took on a new urgency as his glistening rod retreated until she thought he would pop out, then back until his balls touched her. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…deeper…harder…oh, yes…work my ass…more…deeper.” She was over the top, unable to even speak for a stroke or two. At that point it didn’t matter for the paroxysms of her own orgasm combined with the music of her pleadings pulled him over with her. His ejaculation filled her cavity with a substantial amount of semen until he collapsed on top of her trying to catch his breath, still trying to continue the fucking of her ass as she continued to push back into him, taking his cock to the hilt.

“Leave it in my ass for few moments,” she asked from beneath him.

“As long as you’d like,” he replied, and watched as the undulation of her hips subsided, then after many long minutes and several single ass thrusts upward, she initiated his withdrawal. His cock slowly slid free and they lay motionless, quietly enjoying their mutual bliss.

It was six o’clock Monday morning when he awoke under a blanket with Shelly naked against him. A shower, blowjob, and two cups of coffee later he was on the freeway headed east, an invitation to return Friday evening for “something different” ringing in his ears.