Loading...Lorna had reached the point of ‘enough is enough’. She was sitting on the bathroom stool with her body covered in sweat, not from the rather mediocre climax she had just given herself, but from the effort she had put into trying to enjoy the sex that her husband had just inflicted on her. Derek was a good husband but an abominable lover. He just could not comprehend that filling her cunt with spunk did not automatically generate satisfaction in her, and as far as he was concerned the whole purpose of sex was to simply bring him to climax.
He was not intentionally selfish, but just downright ignorant on matters sexual and apparently unwilling or unable to learn any different.
Now, at age thirty-nine and having been married for just short of sixteen years, Lorna took the decision that she needed a little sexual pampering herself. How exactly she was going to do it she wasn’t sure, but she intended to find someone who would be prepared to give her satisfaction before considering their own. Yes, she agreed with her own conscience, it would be cheating on Derek, but he only had himself to blame and it was better than breaking up an otherwise good marriage. Ok, so that was a justification and she recognised it, but what the hell. She got up from the stool, flushed the toilet as camouflage and inspected herself in the bathroom mirror. She was not bad looking, even if she said so herself, her honey blonde hair was shoulder length and wavy, her features were just the right side of cute, and her lips were full and kissable. The only drawback she had, or believed that she had, was that she tended towards supermodel shape, with prominent hips, long slim legs and very small breasts. She was skinny and knew it. Even so, she was sure she could find a man somewhere who would have sex with her, and who would do it her way. What she was really looking for was a looking for a sex slave.
Her first stop along the highway to adultery (she accepted without qualms that what she was contemplating was adultery) was the internet. A night or two spent in quiet research directed her to adult-dating sites and had her heart hammering from excitement she realised she had found her goal. Another night or two spent hesitating and agonising under the pretence of phrasing a good advert, and she was ready to submit her profile.
Her advert was very simple. She described herself accurately as a very slim, tall, attractive thirty-something in need of satisfaction, and asked for a good-looking male in the age range twenty to forty-five who was prepared to let her call all the shots. She wrote that she wanted to “decide the order in which my bits are touched, and how it is done.’ There would be, she explained, little or no participation from her side, she was only interested in men who would do as they were told and who were interested in her satisfaction rather than their own. She then included a bikini photo that had been retouched to hide her face and sat back to await the results – if any.
If any! Her email postbag was massive! When she first logged back in she was shocked to find that apparently about half the male population of all the surrounding towns had written. Surely there weren’t that many potential slaves around.
She began the task of sorting the wheat from the chaff. First to go were all the replies without photographs on the grounds that if they weren’t prepared to be seen, then they probably had something to hide. Out too went all the replies that promised her that the size of their cocks would guarantee her satisfaction and have her begging for more without the need for pampering. Then she rejected all replies from more than fifty miles away, laughing at the stupidity of men replying from other countries. Replies from eminently unsuitable people went as well, including no less than seven lesbians and a man of seventy-one. She admired optimism, but not that much.
By the time she had done she was left with just a handful of suitable replies, all of which she believed would be worth following up. She wrote back to these men asking how they expected things to go.
The follow up replies were very enlightening, especially one. That one was from a tall, dark, twenty-three year old named Matt, who had written that he was available to ‘a lady who knows just what she wants, when she wants it, and how she wants it’. He had gone on to say that he was not what is normally thought of as a submissive, but loved being told what to do. His own pleasure was secondary as he gained much of his satisfaction from ‘the sight of a woman lost in orgasm.’ That, thought Lorna, is just what I need. The result was that just over a week later the two of them sat facing each other over coffee at a local café, chatting easily if a bit nervously.
“Yes, of course you can.” Said Matt, abruptly changing the subject during a rare break in the flow of conversation.
“Of course I can what?” Lorna looked suitably confused.
“Decide the order.”
“Order? Did you want another coffee?” She was obviously completely lost.
“Your advert!” Matt prompted smiling, then continuing when she still gazed at him perplexed. “The order for your bits!”
It still took a moment for the penny to drop, but then Lorna burst into laughter as she finally realised just what he was talking about.
“Ok, I get it, stop waffling and talk about what we’re here for, yes?”
“Well, I was trying to be diplomatic.” Matt was still smiling.
“Do you think we should get together? I mean, could you stand being with an older woman?” Lorna’s face had taken a suddenly serious look.
“So thirty-nine is old is it? I must tell my sixty-three year old grandma that, I don’t think she realises just how ancient she is!”
“Forty in a month’s time, and don’t be so sarcastic. I used to think forty was very old when I was your age.”
“Sorry, Lorna, but it just sounds so ridiculous when a woman looking like you do refers to herself as old, I’ve seen that bikini pic, remember? You aren’t old, and yes I most surely could stand being with you, as you so delicately put it. You look good enough to eat — and I will if you tell me to!”
“You’re still being sarcastic, but I appreciate the compliment, for which I promise I was not fishing!” Lorna realised that, for all he might submit to sexual instruction Matt was certainly not a doormat!
“Alright, so where do you want to set the limits?” Lorna got down to business.
“Well, so long as you don’t ask me to do anything unnatural, particularly painful, or illegal, I don’t really have limits.” Matt replied. “But I will add that if you try to take advantage or degrade me, I’ll simply get up and go!”
“Ah, so we’re using my place, are we, well so long as I know?”
“Now who’s being sarcastic? Sorry Lorna, I’d just taken it for granted that you’d feel happier in your own surroundings.”
“Sorry Matt, I would be, but it can’t be done, my husband might object!”
“Ahh! Yep, I can see that, sorry again. Ok, my place it is then! So that leaves when?”
After a little more banter and consulting of diaries a date was set and the pair drank up and went their separate ways, each happily and rightly convinced that they had found a partner to whom they could relate and with whom they could be completely open. They parted feeling the excitement of anticipation.
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On the appointed day and at the appointed time (well – actually three minutes early!) Lorna knocked on Matt’s door, her anticipatory smile still in place. The door opened and Matt ushered her inside, leading the way to the living room where coffee was already brewed and waiting.
For a little while they drank coffee and made small talk, but that was really because neither one was sure just how to proceed! Eventually Matt took the bull by the horns.
“No second thoughts about what we’re going to do, then?” He asked her.
“Oh yes, and third and fourth, and I’ll readily admit to still being nervous! So please don’t wait too long or I’ll chicken out!” Lorna’s face wore an almost pleading look.
Matt put his cup down. “Right, let’s go through to the bedroom, and don’t forget that once we’re there it’s up to you, ‘cos I won’t do anything unless you tell me to!”
Lorna placed her own cup down on the table and gratefully followed him to a tastefully decorated modern looking bedroom, complete with mirrored wardrobe doors and soft lighting. She stood at the side of the double divan bed gazing about her and appreciating her surroundings, then she took a deep breath while she still had the nerve, turned to the waiting man and issued her first instruction.
“Undress me please.”
“Where would you like me to start?” Matt asked.
Lorna shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to speak. Don’t say anything. If you’re not sure about something just do what you think I meant and if you’re wrong I’ll tell you, but don’t say anything. In any case your interpretations might be nicer than what I intended. Ok? Now, undress me completely, but silently.”
Matt nodded and came forward to begin unbuttoning her white silk blouse. He intended that Lorna should get the absolute maximum of pleasure from the time they had together, for it was through her pleasure that he received his own, and so he was extremely gentle. In fact he didn’t just undress her, he caressed her as each item was removed, before folding it neatly and placed it on a bedroom chair. Holding the lapels of her opened blouse he trailed his fingers across her shoulders as he pushed it gently away, lowering her skirt was an opportunity to caress her outer legs. Her bra involved gently stroking her arms as it came away from her breasts and her briefs gave him the chance to touch her stomach and the tops of her thighs. All the time Lorna stood with her eyes closed and a peaceful smile playing over her lips.
“Thank you.” Lorna lowered herself gently onto the bed, lying on top of the duvet with her hands interlaced behind her head and her legs slightly apart, feeling strangely unselfconscious and blissfully in control. “Now undress yourself.”
Matt was eager for fun and tempted just to tear his clothes off as quickly as possible, but he took his time to let Lorna settle. He didn’t quite do a striptease, but he certainly put on something of a performance before placing his own discarded clothes neatly on another bedroom chair and turning to Lorna for his next instruction.
Lorna had watched Matt disrobe with growing interest, he was well built and toned, if rather hirsute for Lorna’s taste, his cock was circumcised, and of average length but large in girth. All in all, she liked what she saw and was ready to enjoy his efforts as her ‘body slave’ for the afternoon.
“I want you to come over and caress me, run your hands all over me, softly and slowly. Take your time and touch me anywhere and everywhere you want to, anywhere except my pussy that is – I’m saving that for a bit. Now come on, make me tingle.”
Matt walked quietly to the side of the bed and sat down alongside Lorna, and then leaning on one elbow, he began to ‘feather touch’ her with the fingertips of his free hand. He started at the side of her neck and very gently stroked her skin, scarcely touching her as his fingers glided slowly down her neck and under her chin, tracing along her jawline to go back to her ear and start again. Lorna sighed with pleasure and relaxed.
Gradually he enlarged the areas of Lorna’s body that his fingers moved across, wandering from her neck to her cheeks, her ears, along her nose and just barely touching her parted lips, always moving slowly, softly and tenderly, his fingers roaming then across her shoulders, skittering on butterfly wings across her armpits and along her arms to where her hands were still tucked behind her head. All his movements were gentle and languid as his fingers tiptoed across her skin, sometimes hardly making contact.
Lorna’s breathing deepened under these attentions, reacting to his unexpectedly gentle touch with heightening arousal. She abandoned herself to a depth of stimulation that she had never before experienced and to its overwhelming pleasure. Even though she knew that it was she who controlled the session, she was rapidly entering a state of rapture where she felt Matt could do anything he wished with her, just so long as he didn’t stop. Now she knew precisely what was meant when people spoke of being in heaven.
Matt in the meantime continued to trace languid crossings of her head and arms, but now instead of crossing her body via random wanderings over her neck and shoulders, he had turned his hand over and trailed the back of his fingers beneath her bosom then hooking them and completing the return journey by drawing his nails over the peaks of her breasts, dragging at her nipples as he went. This had brought a small reaction from Lorna, just a little gasp, no more than a sudden catching of her breath, but enough for him to know he was on the right track. He repeated a similar action a number of times, circling the aureole before scratching lightly at the nipple, listening to her little gasps and moans before returning to gentle wanderings of his fingertips.
Again he enlarged his play area, now roaming from her earlobes down almost to her bikini line where his fingertips nearly, but not quite, touched the beginnings of her pubic hair. Sometimes he skated in an almost direct line down the centre of her body, and sometimes he meandered around her neck, arms, breasts and sides to end the journey by following the crease of her hips, but always veering off just before reaching Lorna’s pubic mound.
He shuffled down the bed a little to give himself more scope. He could still reach and play around her neck and upper body, but now he could also reach her legs and could include her thighs in his fingertip wanderings. He worked in a variable figure of eight, still crossing her breasts and nipples, but then running down the side of her body to her hip before crossing her stomach, moving so gently that her skin reacted of its own accord, rippling and twitching under his fingers even though he was far from tickling her. Lorna moaned softly as his fingers continued to her other hip and down the top of her thigh as far as her knee. Then he crossed to her other leg and ran zigzagging back to her hip on that side, being careful to make sure that his zigzag threatened to include her pussy, but always turned away just in time. He continued this soft movement for a while, sometimes describing a simple circle around her body, sometimes crossing in the figure of eight. She wriggled slightly and sighed with contentment.
By now Lorna was in a state of high arousal, Matt watched her back stiffen as his fingers traced their path across her breasts or down the front of her stomach from navel to pubis before wandering onto her thighs, never quite straying onto her bush. Sometimes he used his fingers and sometimes his nails, but with never more than the lightest of touches. He listened to her ragged breathing and her little whimpers and watched as she began to roll her head from side to side with her eyes clamped tightly shut. Apart from these little moans of pleasure Lorna had made no sound throughout all of this, but now she spoke, her voice tight and jerky as if she was nearly too randy to speak.
“Christ Almighty, that is so good. Whatever you do don’t stop, but you can touch my pussy now as well, if you wish.” As she spoke Lorna moved her legs a little further apart, as if to confirm her request. Yes, Matt did wish to touch her pussy, in fact he wanted to dive right in, but he contented himself with simply including it in his fingertip wanderings. Now, as his fingers stroked upwards on the inside of her thigh, he just allowed them to take the direct route to her stomach, caressing her pussy as they went. As his fingers traced their way up the length of her pussy Matt hooked them slightly so as to catch on her very erect little clitoris as they passed, bringing a little gasp from Lorna each time. She opened her legs even more to accommodate him, bending her knees to raise her thighs from the bed.
Matt now had full access to her pussy, and on his next circuit he took advantage of it, dipping just slightly into Lorna’s very wet vagina before using two fingers to trace out the margins of her labia while a third touched her clit. This time, instead of passing straight on to stroke her belly Matt lingered on her pussy, caressing it several times up and down with the tips of three fingers. Now when he did finally move on Lorna’s hips instinctively rose from the bed as if mourning his passing. He had not yet entered her properly, and her legs opened a little further, as if in invitation.
He repeated his teasing of Lorna’s pussy each time his hand made its circuit of her body, never rushing, never taking a shortcut, always making her wait until at last his fingertips were back, peeking into her vagina, stroking her clit and caressing the sides of her pussy. Eventually she could take it no longer.
“Suck my tit.” There was choking urgency in Lorna’s voice – a ‘for God’s sake do it now’ quality that betrayed her closeness to cumming. “And finger me – hard.”
Matt shifted position quickly to lie by her side, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, hard enough to leave a mark on normal body skin and hard enough to give Lorna a jolt of pure pleasure. Then, reaching down, he slid two fingers straight into her, immediately plunging rapidly and deeply in and out of her vagina. Almost instantly Lorna reacted, the mouth on her nipple and the fingers inside her, combining with her already heightened arousal to act as the trigger for her orgasm
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Lorna cried out as she erupted into climax, her hips jerking in response to the explosions within her. Her arms, which had been serenely resting behind her head, were thrown wildly outwards as she grabbed instinctively for handfuls of duvet, arching her back and straining her tightening muscles as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming her ecstasy and fought to prevent her convulsing body from throwing the mouth from her breast and pushing the fingers from her tunnel. On and on went her climax, waves of pure pleasure rolling through her until she began to believe it would never end until she passed out from pure joy.
When finally it was over and Lorna had gasped out a frantic ‘stop’, they both lay together in a sweating, panting, sagging tableau, Matt resting from his efforts and wondering what would be required of him next, and Lorna lying spent and limp beside him. She lay with her arms thrown out and her legs still wide open, and her chest heaving as she tried to regain control. Neither of them spoke and for a little while the only sound was that of laboured breathing.
Eventually Lorna regained her equilibrium and a semblance of composure, straightening her legs and putting her hands back behind her head.
“Wow!” She said finally, then… “Well I guess that’ll do for starters.”
Matt looked at her in disbelief, until she laughed and he caught on to the mock sarcasm.
“Thanks, that really was something special.” She was still panting slightly.
They lay quietly for a few minutes longer, Matt men unable to begin anything according to the rules, and Lorna needing the time to recover from what had been the biggest orgasm of her life so far. That orgasm alone, she decided to herself, had made the day worthwhile, and it was not over yet.
When she was ready Lorna spoke again to restart the fun. “Matt, I want you to go down on me, please. Lick my cunt out.”
Just when her pussy had become her cunt Lorna wasn’t sure, but the basic language fitted the way she felt. Two things she was sure of, that she was feeling hot and earthy, and that she was glad she’d met with Matt.
Matt positioned himself between her legs, pushing her thighs apart with his hands so that he could reach her with his tongue. But before he went down on her he spent a short while just gazing at her pussy, a pussy that he could only describe as ‘cute’. Nothing about Lorna’s pussy was anything except beautiful, her outer lips framed her pussy in smooth lines of flesh, pink and lovely, her inner lips were short, neat and led his eye perfectly to her clit, the erect little button peeking out from its hood. His eye strayed a little further down to where her vagina was slightly opened, inviting his tongue into a slick and shiny tunnel, the juice just overflowing slightly to send a tiny rivulet to outline her glistening anus, pink and puckered deep in her crack. Matt was captivated by Lorna’s uninhibited exhibition, but he also wanted to obey her and to lick her, so with a slight regret he bent his arms and lowered his head towards her.
“Matt, if you get the urge to play with my arse while you’re licking me, I won’t mind.”
Matt wasn’t sure if he should use his finger or his mouth, but it was clear that Lorna wanted her arse touched; it was an instruction in all but phrasing. Well, he’d been told to use his discretion if he wasn’t sure and so he would do just that.
In fact, Lorna wanted both. She’d had an inexperienced boyfriend many years before who had accidentally rimmed her momentarily while attempting oral, and she’d never forgotten the few seconds of forbidden excitement. Besides that, she’s often wished that Derek would play with her bottom while he was fingering her pussy, but of course he never had, and now she had the opportunity she was not going to be shy about her needs. She helped Matt out.
“You can do what you want to with my bottom, Matt. No limits. Just make me enjoy it.”
Matt could see that playing with her bottom was a high priority for Lorna and so he pushed her thighs right back to give himself easier contact, making her sigh happily in the knowledge that he had understood. He kept his hands firmly on the cheeks of her bottom and used his thumbs to push them apart, spreading her pussy and arse fully open. Then he lowered his face to her pussy and began licking her clitoris.
Licking Lorna’s clit is something of an understatement for what Matt did, he pretty much worshipped it. His tongue and his lips enveloped it, sucking it from under its hood to be massaged by his mouth and tongue. His lips pulled it taught, holding the tip inside his mouth so that his tongue could work on it, licking, flicking probing, and caressing its head with his tongue tip. Lorna was in ecstasy. The sensations radiating out from her clit were among the most intense that she had ever experienced.
And all the time that he was licking Lorna’s clit, Matt was also massaging her rolled-back bottom with his hands, moulding the muscle with his palm, digging his fingers into her bum cheeks, and spreading them so wide as to actually cause pain sometimes. His thumbs were pushed into her flesh, firmly stroking, pulling, and pressing. Lorna could feel a second climax building in her pelvis, getting hotter and more insistent like the lava held trapped in a volcano. The combined effect of his hands and his mouth were threatening – no, promising – to make her cum harder than ever.
Her climax, when it came, was unbelievably fierce, making her clutch desperately at her duvet again, screwing the material into peaks with her hands. It made her cry out to the Almighty as she had before, as if pleading for his help in coping with her pleasure, but this time she could not raise her pelvis from the bed because she was still held rolled up by Matt, though her muscles tried nonetheless, reddening her face and tightening her sinews in the effort.
Lorna didn’t tell Matt to stop this time when she came. All through her orgasm he had continued sucking at her clit, sending her into higher circles of pleasure. Only when her climax had passed its zenith and her body was beginning to unwind a little had he slowed his assault on her clit, and then only so that he might include more of her pussy within the scope of his mouth and tongue, Even though she was trembling from her climax, her heart was thumping and she was gasping for breath, she didn’t want him to stop. His tongue had begun long lascivious sweeps along the length of her pussy, starting just below her hole and ending just after it had made her clit bounce with its passing, and it felt wonderful.
Slowly Lorna’s breathing returned to normal and her heart resigned itself to remaining inside her chest, and she began again to appreciate Matt’s tongue even more. She wasn’t sure she could stand it, but it felt oh so good.
Then she began to realise just how close he was getting to her arse. Each time, after finishing at the top, he lowered his face to start again and his tongue was beginning it travels from about the centre of her perineum, literally millimetres from her rosebud. She hadn’t noticed this at first as she tried to put herself back together after her orgasm, but now she waited with baited breath for each time his tongue descended, hoping that this time he would put his tongue where she longed for it to go.
She didn’t have long to wait. It was as if he had read her mind, for after the very next stroke Matt lowered his face to her and placed the tip of his tongue right on the halfway mark between her pussy and her anus as usual, but this time his tongue went downwards. Lorna caught her breath; they had now entering uncharted waters. Sure, she had had it done before, but only for a few seconds and never intentionally, and she wondered how it would feel.
It felt glorious. At no time did she feel that they were doing anything ‘dirty’ or ‘kinky’, in fact quite the reverse, it was as if a door had opened and shown her the next step in a wonderful sex life. She loved it and it was obvious that Matt had no qualms whatever about doing it.
Previously Matt had pushed her legs back to give himself room, but now she helped him, hooking her hands behind her knees and pulling her legs almost flat beside her chest, her knees alongside her breasts and her feet pointing skyward. She was breaking her own rule about just taking pleasure without lending any assistance, but she felt it was worth it just to ensure his tongue had unrestricted access to her bottom.
Matt took full advantage, developing a circuit for his tongue to follow in much the same way as he had stroked her body with his fingertips a little earlier. At first he would lick the general area of her anus, gently and wetly dragging his tongue tip around her hole, just touching the very sensitive skin before circling inwards until the very tip of his tongue was gently probing her entrance, searching for the way in. Then he would push a little, stiffening his tongue, trying to open her up before, as if giving up, he would flatten his tongue and brush it all the way up her cleft, dipping in and out of her vagina before finishing on her clit. There he would nibble, lick and suck for a few seconds before returning his tongue to her bottom to begin again.
Lorna’s breathing very rapidly became ragged again, her knuckles whitening behind her knees and her head rolling from side to side as the exquisite sensations took her once more on a climb to orgasm. Matt’s mouth and tongue were having their effect.
But for all her intense feelings of pleasure, Lorna noticed the contrast between the feel of his tongue on her pussy and on her bottom. Its tip easily slid as deep into her vagina as it could reach, effortlessly lapping at her passage walls, but it was completely unable to penetrate her sphincter and, absolutely beautiful though the feeling of him licking her anus was, she couldn’t help but wonder how nice it might be to be penetrated there by something stronger than a tongue. She began to see the attraction of anal intercourse, the germ of a thought born of curiosity came to her. What would it be like to be fucked in the arse? But she pushed the thought into the back of her mind, for his lips and tongue were keeping up their work, sometimes softly, sometimes firmly, but all the time propelling her towards a climax.
Matt, for his part, had noticed her arousal getting closer to a peak and, thinking to bring her off more strongly, switched his tongue’s attention to her clitoris, keeping it there at the end of the climb up her cleft instead of returning it to her anus. For a moment Lorna was disappointed, suddenly missing the new found pleasure of being rimmed, but as Matt drew her clit into his mouth and played his tongue over it, she submitted to his attentions, spears of pleasure lancing through her body. She groaned again quietly from the intensity of the feelings, instantly regretting having done so in case Matt translated that as her wish for him to remain there.
But Matt, free to interpret Lorna’s instructions quite liberally, had formulated his own plan, and that certainly did not include leaving her arse alone. His lips and tongue now concentrated purely on her clit, licking and sucking, nibbling and gently biting, gripping it between lip covered teeth and pulling it to full extension before he either released it to bounce back into place or it slipped from his mouths grasp. This attention had Lorna gasping and writhing by itself, but then Matt quietly placed two fingers at the entrance to her pussy and wriggle them inside, pushing them deep into her body and making her call out in surprised ecstasy. Now, in complete contrast to his gentle approach to her clit, he thrust them deep hard and fast in and out of her cunt. Lorna jerked and writhed under him, unable to buck or thrust back against him as her instincts demanded because of her rolled up position. She was teetering on the edge of yet another climax, only prevented from falling into that wonderful abyss by the fact that her body was not quite yet recovered from the last one.
For a little while Matt kept Lorna at this point, expertly altering the speed and intensity of his movements to do so, and then he gradually backed away, letting his fingers eventually remain motionless within her passage and his tongue just softly licking and nibbling at her clit in order to keep her arousal simmering. He was gently teasing her.
Part of Lorna wanted him to keep going, to bring her off in another mind-blowing, gut-wrenching orgasm, but another part was grateful for the almost tender interval that let her get her breath back properly. Although it was her day and her instructions that counted, she realised that she had, to a great extent, surrendered the initiative to Matt, allowing him to do much as he wished, and she didn’t really care.
All of a sudden she became aware that Matt had surreptitiously withdrawn his two fingers from her pussy and was now gently trying to reinsert them, but this time he was letting one slide easily into her pussy while trying to insinuate the other into her anus. The unexpected feel of that stealthy fingertip prodding and wriggling its way past her sphincter brought a gasp of delight from her lips and an actual smile broke across her face. The thrill of feeling him gently penetrating her bottom while still lapping softly at her clit brought her arousal abruptly back towards boiling point. She gasped again as she felt the finger actually enter her a short way, and she clutched her legs even more tightly against her body to give him as much freedom as possible.
“Yes, that’s good. Go right in.” She was giving Matt instructions that she knew he didn’t need, doing it really to confirm her consent.
But Matt instantly complied, whether following Lorna’s instruction or because he was going to anyway, she wasn’t sure. She suspected he was about to do it anyway, for the thrust that took his pussy juice lubricated finger deep into her rectum came almost before she had finished speaking. This time his invasion made her cry out loud and throw her head back in shocked pleasure.
Now he began once more to lick and suck her clit, intensifying his activities there while at the same time thrusting deep into her again with both fingers, but this time into both of her holes. Lorna had never felt anything like this. The familiar and sexy sensation of having her pussy fingered was augmented by the completely different, but equally erotic, sensation of having a finger probing deeply into her rectum. The climax that had been held at bay now rushed forward to overwhelm and drown her.
There was no build up this time, there was no steadily increasing pressure within her as an orgasm came closer, and had she wanted she could never have warned Matt that she was cumming. This climax simply exploded within her, a shock wave of ecstasy weeping through her being. Beginning in the thin membranes separating rectum from vagina it rushed outwards to engulf her and make her shout her pleasure, stunned by the intensity of that climax. Later she would describe it to a friend as the feeling you would get from desperately releasing a long overdue pee through every pore on your body. Even as it subsided she lay whimpering and moaning with tears welling from emotionally overloaded eyes. She felt physically and emotionally drained, but so, so fulfilled and so pleased with what they had done.
“Hold me Matt, just hold me.” She eventually managed to tell her lover.
The pair lay silently side by side for nearly three quarters of an hour, Matt’s arm around Lorna’s shoulder and her head nestled against him. For a lot of that time she dozed, bodily spent from her exertions. Matt lay quietly; content to hold a beautiful and contented woman in his arms, though aware nonetheless of the slight ache in his balls that reminded him that he was yet to find release. Then eventually something told him to look down at the sleeping Lorna, finding when he did that she was no longer sleeping, but silently gazing up at him with a look of concern on her face.
“Matt, did you mind playing with my bottom?” The question came all of a sudden.
“No, not in the slightest, I loved it.” Her voice made him jump a little, but he answered immediately and with obvious sincerity.
“Good, would you do it some more?”
“Yes, of course.” Matt stirred, making to move and touch her once more.
“No wait,” Lorna’s voice stopped him, a change of mind evident in her voice. “Will you fuck me there?”
Matt stared at her in surprise, before answering very simply. “Yes.”
“Now!” Lorna extricated herself from his embrace and rolled over, rising onto her hands and knees in front of him.
Matt hesitated, still taken slightly aback by her sudden and unexpected request.
“Come on, Matt, do it now. Fuck my arse, please.” She turned her head sideways to look at him, need clear in her eyes. She had been thinking about each time she woke from her doze, and now her decision was made she wanted her arse fucking straight away.
Matt shrugged mentally, then shuffled around and took his position behind her, kneeling on the soft bouncy mattress of his bed. Then, placing one hand on her hip to hold her still, he took hold of his cock in the other and pointed its head at her body, moving forward until it touched the soft roundness of her bum cheek. Lorna tensed, waiting for his cock to move to her entrance.
“Yes, Matt. Do it.”
Lorna felt him move forward a little, felt his cock taken from her cheek to be redirected. Then, to her absolute amazement, she felt it slide deep into her pussy, pushing in as far as he could get it.
“No! Take it out! Not there!” Lorna tried to pull forward to dislodge Matt’s uninvited intrusion, but he held her hips tightly.
“Wait Lorna, it’s alright. I know what you want, but I need some lubricant and I’m after your pussy juice.” Matt broke the rule of silence through necessity, without Lorna’s cooperation he would be unable to follow her instruction.
As his intention became clear Lorna immediately stopped trying to pull away, in truth she felt a little silly. Of course he needed lubrication, and as they hadn’t expected to need any, where else would he get it. In her embarrassment she didn’t notice that he had spoken.
Matt slowly pushed his cock in and out several times, each time going as deep as he could, then he pulled it out and lined himself up with the slick wet tip touching her anus. Lorna tensed her body, waiting for him to begin and trying not to tense her anal muscles as well.
Matt eased himself forward, pressing against Lorna’s entrance and forcing to open slightly before stopping and waiting for her to adjust. Then he pushed again, spreading her sphincter wider. Looking down her could see his head part way in and her ring distended to admit him. Another little push and a tiny little gasp of discomfort came from Lorna. He stopped instantly, waiting with his cock very nearly within her, waiting for her to show that she wished to continue.
“It’s ok, Matt, don’t stop. It just hurt a little then, that’s all, but its okay.”
Matt pushed again, and this time his cock slid through the restraining ring of her sphincter muscle and entered her bottom properly for the first time. He stopped again, now waiting to allow Lorna to adjust to the sensation.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.” She said after a few moments. “Fuck me now Matt. Fuck me properly.”
He started to push into her, still taking things gently, still entering inch by inch and pausing regularly until he felt his belly press against her bottom and saw that his shaft was totally embedded in Lorna’s arse.
“That feels so good. Fuck me hard now Matt, and don’t stop until you cum,” Lorna was gasping from the sensations she was feeling. “Keep going until you fill me with spunk, even if I cum before you.”
Those directions were just what Matt wanted to her, and actually far more than he expected to. He had expected to have to stop if Lorna climaxed but her instructions were clear, he was to fill her arse with spunk. He took hold of her hips and pulled her to him, impaling her arse onto his cock. Then he began to thrust in earnest, slowly and gently at first, but building as it became clear from her excited noises that Lorna wanted more, speeding up his strokes and fucking her arse more and more vigorously until he was banging into her for all he was worth.
The feelings generated by having his cock deep inside Lorna’s rectum were incredible. Her back passage was distinctly warmer, smoother, and definitely tighter, than a pussy, clinging and sheathing his cock in soft warm velvet. Added to that the feel of her sphincter still fitting tightly where his shaft entered her body was superb, almost as if a living cock ring was gripping his shaft. As he fucked her he looked down at his cock pistoning in and out of Lorna’s arse, pushing her sphincter inwards and then drawing it out as he ploughed her. It was a fantastic sight, making his balls tighten and his shaft harden as his long awaited orgasm began at last to show itself.
For Lorna this was a feeling she would not have believed possible. She had never had anal sex before; in fact she had never even thought about it much, but the experience was wonderful. Matt’s cock filled her rectum, opening the tunnel walls with its girth and pushing it up against her pussy wall, extending the sensations into her vagina as she was fucked. It was a stupendous feeling to have her rectum continually expanded as Matt’s cock plunged into it, and it was bringing her orgasm close and getting overwhelmingly closer. It would not be long before she came.
When Lorna actually did cum she lost control of her body under the overwhelming power of her climax, and she collapsed from her kneeling position forward onto her face, feeling panic in the belief that Matt’s cock would be pulled form her body at just the wrong moment. But Matt was holding tightly onto her hips and managed to slow her progress enough for him to stay with her, ending up lying flat on top of her prone body, still thrusting forcefully into her arse. He was far too close to his own orgasm to stop now.
Lorna lay on her face with Matt lying on top of her pushing himself into her and ramming her down onto the mattress as he did so. She felt pinned down, out of control, unable now to influence what was being done to her, and still being swamped by the slowly slackening waves of ecstasy that swept through her body from her orgasm. She just lay and gasped, accepting Matt’s fucking, feeling his weight crashing down on her time and again. He was leaning on his elbows, his hands pushed beneath her to hook her shoulders from below and stop the strength of his thrusts moving her away from him. She could hear him panting and gasping in her ears as his climax grew near, and she readied herself to feel his cum flood into her rectum.
Then he came, and pressed himself against her to push his spurting cock as deeply into her arse as he could, Now his weight felt tremendous and her breath left her body in a long ‘whoosh’ under his power. But even so, the sensation of feeling his seed gushing into her rectum in spurt after spurt of hot semen completed the day, making the whole thing the most breathtakingly erotic experience of her life.
Lorna was so glad that she had agreed to meet this young man who had brought her so much pleasure, and shown her just what sex could be like. She knew she was guilty of cheating on Derek, but she also knew she would arrange to meet with Matt again.