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Prologue: Susan Anderson has organized a sexual relationship with her handyman that is very satisfying. Her next door neighbor Lucy, a twenty-something girl, has gotten involved. If you have not read Chapter One of The Birthday Gift, I suggest you do so before you read Chapter Two. It will make more sense, and I can only explain so much in a Prologue.
A couple of boring days at the office went by, and I was looking forward to a visit from John tonight. I did a lot of thinking during these two days, and I came to a few conclusions.
First, how did I get to be almost 37 years old before I found out that I am so anally erotic? I still want every other kind of sex; oral, both giving and receiving, and good old-fashioned vaginal. But the exciting, erotic, and intimate feelings of taking it in the ass are what I am craving now.
I was concerned about John. Did he do both of us in the ass just because we wanted it so desperately? Or have we turned him on to it and now he prefers it like Lucy and I do? We have always had a light-hearted kind of relationship, where we can kid around about something that we are actually very serious about.
Our relationship began that way many months ago, when we bumped into each other in the hallway and felt each other up. I played Little Red Riding Hood, saying “My, what a big penis you have!”
He picked right up on it and replied “All the better to fuck you with!”
From that day on we have used plain language for sex acts and body parts. John told me he did not like medical or clinical terms like vagina.
“Pussy is OK, but cunt is even better” he explained. This language has been creeping into my writing as well. I don’t mean to offend, it is just the way I talk now.
So I thought a playful approach would be the way to communicate with him about my new-found preference. I stopped at an Office Supply store on my way home and bought two ready-made signs that many businesses need.
When I got home I took them into my bedroom, and I removed two mediocre art prints from the wall. I hung the two signs in their place and stood back to admire my work. One sign said “Enter in Rear” and the other said “Make All Deliveries in Rear.”
I knew this humorous approach would be just right for John.
When he arrived we sat for a while in the front room. After some small talk he asked “What’s on the menu tonight? Something exotic, like last time?”
I gave him a vague look and shrugged my shoulders.
“Look,” he said, “If you don’t want it that way just tell me. Just say ‘Please fuck me in the cunt this time’ and I will.”
“We’ll see”, I said, as I led him into the bedroom. When he saw the signs, he burst out laughing.
“OK, boss. If that is my employer’s policy, I will have to abide by it.”
We had a race to see who could get undressed first, and it was a tie.
I had a bottle of the super-slippery sex lube on the nightstand, and I began to apply it to John’s cock. As I stroked it, it grew and began to get hard. I used my other hand to fondle his hairy nuts. I love his egg-shaped sperm factories, but I know to handle them with care.
There was no need for any further discussion, or foreplay. We both wanted it and we knew we were going to get it. It was as if John was going to do some work in the house, and I was helping him to prepare the tool he was going to use.
This is not really a part of his job here, there is no money involved. We are both happy with the arrangement we have. We get extremely satisfying sex with no strings attached and that is all we want. He doesn’t have to cruise the bars to pick up women, and I don’t have to put up with the hassles of dating.
I have promised John that I will not have sex with anyone else. Why would I when he gives me all I can handle? He has made the same promise to me. This way we do not have to use condoms, which I hate. I want the feeling of his bare cock inside me, not covered up with rubber. And I want his semen inside me. His ejaculation would probably burst a condom anyway. Bringing Lucy into the mix is not hazardous, since she can count the times she has had sex on the fingers of one hand.
I calmly and methodically got his cock as stiff as a board and coated with lube. So here we were, I am preparing his cock to go up my asshole, and he is patiently waiting for me to finish. No drama, no “Please let me!” from him, no “Please don’t!” from me. He is simply going to fuck me in the ass which we both want.
His one-eyed monster was staring at me, and we both knew it was ready to invade me. I got up on the bed face down, and he moved into position behind me. I felt his cock touch my anus, and with one slow, deliberate push it went all the way in me, up to his balls.
I don’t know if it was the lube, or his steely erection, or the fact that I was no longer a virgin, but I took it all without a problem. He fucked me with his expert technique for what seemed like twenty minutes, but was probably less than half that.
I was practically delirious with pleasure when he finally shot his load into kaçak iddaa me. And when I say shot, I mean shot! It went so far up in my stomach that I knew it would not be dribbling back out of me. Feeling a man cum in me is a very important part of sex for me. I know some women think cum is just a messy and disgusting by-product of sex, but to me it is precious stuff, and I crave it.
We actually cuddled for a while, unusual for John, and then he was on his way back to his apartment.
I stayed in my bed and masturbated like a teenager to get release from my aroused state. I lay awake thinking about what has been happening to me lately. I hope I am not becoming some kind of pervert, but I decided I am just a normal thirty-something woman with a large sexual appetite. I slept like a log that night.
Next there came a couple more boring office job days, and I looked forward to John’s visit that night.
It has been a week since the episode with Lucy, and the follow-up night when I was introduced to anal sex. Tonight was the night for John’s regularly scheduled visit to empty himself in me, but I wanted to talk first.
When he arrived, we sat in the front room for some conversation before we played hide-the-salami.
“What do you think about my neighbor Lucy? Wasn’t it a little strange how she asked you to fuck her in the ass?”
“Yeah, very strange. But I was glad she did.”
“Not that it is so strange for a woman to want that, but the language, the word she used. Cornholed?”
I went on to explain to John about how Lucy’s mother had used the word, and recommended that Lucy take it in the ass if she was going to allow a date to have sex with her.
I said “I think the word has a dirty, nasty, obscene sound to it that causes a conditioned response in her, kind of like Pavlov’s dog. She is a demure, sweet young lady until she hears the word, and then she is hot to trot.”
A word like ‘blowjob’ is more exciting than ‘oral sex’ so I guess I understand about ‘cornhole’. I admit that it gives me a little tingle of arousal, but nowhere near what it does to Lucy.
I went on “I want to get her over here again, maybe even tonight, and get her to do what she wants to do with you, without the blindfold. She needs to grow up and take responsibility for her needs and desires. What do you think?”
John answered “OK by me. I will be glad to do her again.”
I bet you will, I thought. But I said “I hate to use you like a human dildo, but if you don’t mind, I am going to ask her to come over.”
We agreed, so I walked over to the house next door, and knocked on the front door. Lucy answered; as usual she was home alone.
“Why don’t you come over to my place? I have someone I want you to meet. A good friend of mine.”
She was hesitant, and she asked “What’s her name?”
“His name, actually. Come on, I know you will enjoy his company.”
We walked together to my house and went in.
“Lucy, this is John. John, meet my neighbor Lucy.”
Smiles, handshakes, the usual pleasantries ensued. Lucy was into her prim and proper persona, and she had no idea of who John really was.
To make conversation, she asked “How do you two know each other?”
John spoke up and said “I do upgrade and repair projects in the house for Susan. I guess you can call me a handyman. I also have a full time job doing maintenance work at a manufacturing company in town.”
I chimed in with “John does a great job of fixing things around here. But we have also become good friends. You might say friends with benefits.”
I am sure Lucy knows what that expression means, but her eyes just flickered a little and she ignored it. She was trying to maintain her wholesome young lady image, where she wouldn’t say shit if she had a mouthful of it.
John said “Right, I can do just about anything Susan asks, even if she just wants me to fill a hole.”
Lucy had a hard time ignoring that. I could see that the demure, Sunday School teacher part of her was trying to pretend that this was just polite conversation, while the darker side of her knew what was being said.
OK John, you smart ass, I thought, that is enough beating around the bush. Time for the truth.
“Lucy, you have already met John, you just don’t realize it. He is the man that provided your birthday gift last week.”
She almost collapsed on the floor. She blushed and stammered “Oh… I … um … see.”
Knowing she was face to face with the man whose cock had stretched and filled her asshole was too much for her to handle. She stared at the floor, unable to look at either of us.
John picked up where I left off, and said “Lucy, I saw you completely naked last week. You are very beautiful, and you should never be ashamed of your body. However, you were blindfolded, so you never had the chance to see me. I think we should correct that right now.”
He began to remove his clothes, taking his time. First the shirt, then the shoes and socks, and next the jeans. He stood there a moment in his briefs, while Lucy fidgeted and squirmed. kaçak bahis He pulled off the briefs, and his cock swung into view, half erect.
She couldn’t help herself, she had to look. Her eyes grew wide with amazement, trying to accept the fact that this big thing had been up her asshole. She quickly looked away, still playing the modest young lady.
This was clearly an opportunity to get more of what she wants, so why doesn’t she do or say something?
“Go ahead, Lucy. He won’t bite you!’
John sat down on the edge of the bed, with his cock now at full attention, standing up like a flag pole. He patted the bed next to him as an invitation.
I finally got Lucy to sit next to John on the bed. I just gently pushed her over to it and firmly sat her down. She would not make eye contact with him; she averted her gaze and blushed. She avoided contact with his naked body as if she was afraid to touch him. John took her hand and placed it on his stiff cock, and she grasped it.
She was obviously not going to do anything further, so I thought I would try the magic word.
“Lucy, why don’t you ask John if he would be willing to cornhole you again?”
The word sent an electric current through her body which made her flinch, and she squeezed his cock so hard I thought he would tell her to stop. Hearing the trigger word brought about an instant change in her. It was as if another personality took control of her, one without the shame and modesty of her usual self.
The look in her eyes and the expression on her face told me that the struggle was still going on inside her. I am no psychologist, but I think she was in the state that they call ‘conflicted’.
She looked at the meaty cock in her hand, and looked away. She looked at it again, and looked away, her face beet red.
I said “It’s difficult to imagine that the whole length of that thing was up your ass, isn’t it”
Now she had to look at it. As she stared at it, I could see the thoughts running through her mind. She touched the head tentatively, and felt the length of it all the way to his balls. She was obviously remembering how it felt inside her, and now she could see and feel the thick shaft.
I had to break the impasse, so I said “I am sure John will cornhole you again if you ask him nicely.”
It was like flipping a switch. The sex-starved part of her told the Sunday School part to shut up and cooperate. She stopped just holding his cock and started to stroke it like a man strokes his own. It makes me wonder just how chaste she is if she knows how to handle a cock like that.
She looked in his eyes with a pleading, puppy dog expression, and said “Please! Would you please do it to me again?”
“Do what?” he teased. He wanted to make her say it.
Trembling and blushing and almost crying, she said “Please cornhole me!”
Saying the trigger word was even more exciting to her than just hearing it.
“It would be my pleasure” he replied, the understatement of the year.
It was truly a Jekyll and Hyde thing, she was a different person. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and took his cock in her mouth. The head was a mouthful, but she managed to get a little more in. She bobbed up and down on it, expertly blowing him.
She inspected it carefully, as if it was a sweater she was buying at the mall. “I think it is hard enough to go in me.” She deposited a large dollop of her saliva on it, and said “That will help.”
She stripped off her shorts and panties, and kicked off her flip-flops. She left her tank-top on, in too much of a hurry to bother with it. Her tits are not that important to John anyway, his interest is between her legs. She got up on the bed, and onto her hands and knees.
“I want to try it this way. Is that OK?”
John just smiled and climbed onto the bed behind her. Her legs were spread slightly, and he positioned his outside of hers, on his knees. Lucy was not ashamed of what she wanted now; she whispered “Just shove it up my ass!”
In order to reach back and spread her butt cheeks for him, she had to put her head and shoulders down on the bed. That actually produced a better angle for him to penetrate her, with her butt sticking up in the air. She spread her ass-cheeks and waited.
I pulled a chair up next to the bed, behind them. This would give me a much better view than I had last week sitting beside them. Her little flower of a pussy was in plain view, with her pretty asshole right above it. Johns cock was bobbing and swaying like a tree limb as he moved into position.
John lined his cock up with her asshole and pushed. The saliva helped, and of course she was permanently stretched a little from last time. The tip went in and forced her anus open. Virgin or not, she was still tight for John’s tool. She made a sound that I can only describe as “Uh!”
He hesitated to give her a moment to get used to it, and then carefully pushed it all the way in. Lucy did not move or make a sound. Unfortunately I couldn’t see her face but I was pretty sure she was in a state of illegal bahis bliss.
His ball-sack covered up her pussy as he pressed against her with his cock buried in her. He began to work it in and out gently. It was easier this time than the first, and he picked up the pace. As it slid in and out of her asshole, her pussy opened and closed from the pressure. It looked like a tiny toothless mouth saying “Help me!”
I could hear some soft vocalizations from Lucy, little grunts and squeals as John’s cock bottomed out in her. I would have loved to see the look in her eyes and the expression on her face, but I didn’t want to give up my vantage point.
John’s balls were swaying back and forth like a playground swing as he humped away. Lucy is such a skinny little thing, I could not imagine where all the cock was going. She kept spreading her butt to make sure she got it all, which she certainly did.
I could sense the tension building in both of them. Lucy let go of one butt cheek, and began to stroke and rub her clit. John gave her one last thrust and started to cum. He grunted and groaned, and Lucy had an explosive orgasm just as the semen gushed into her.
I didn’t have an orgasm, but I was damn close. I thought I might have to get the garden hose to separate them, like two dogs. I walked around to the side of the bed and tapped John on the shoulder.
“No double-headers tonight, John. That’s enough.”
I had my own ulterior motive; I wanted him to save some for me.
Finally they uncoupled and collapsed on the bed side-by-side.
John got up and went into the bathroom, and I could hear the sink running as he washed up. He returned and joked “A good handyman keeps his tool clean!”
He climbed back onto the bed, next to Lucy who embraced him.
“You are such a wonderful man” she said, as she covered his face with kisses. “You are such a manly, strong man, but you are so gentle and considerate. You know just how to corn . . .”
She stopped abruptly. Then she finished “You know just how to do it.”
I guess she didn’t want to say it, and light the fire again so soon.
I stripped naked and joined them on the bed. With John between us, Lucy and I caressed and kissed him.
“A thorn between two roses” I joked, as four feminine hands touched him all over. We both got as close as we could and made a man-sandwich out of him.
We rested and recovered for about 20 minutes, and then Lucy began to run her fingers over John’s muscular body, lightly and gently as a butterfly. She tickled his balls in a teasing way, and said “I think it is Susan’s turn now. Can you do it? I really want to watch, like she watched me.”
John’s cock reared up like the Loch Ness Monster as his answer. Lucy played with it and stroked it to get it even harder, and then began sucking it. Repeating herself, she said “I think it is hard enough to go in now” and deposited another gob of her saliva on it.
“Try it on your hands and knees, Susan. It goes in farther that way!”
Great, I thought, all I need is for it to go in deeper. The last time I think it touched my spleen.
I was intrigued by the doggy-style idea; I do enjoy being fucked in the cunt that way. So I took the position and waited as John moved behind me.
Lucy took up my observation post on the chair behind us. I was a little uncomfortable about what her view was like. Nudity doesn’t bother me, but this was pretty extreme. My mature cunt and slightly hairy asshole are not as pretty as hers.
It didn’t seem to bother John, though. I felt his smooth cock-head touch my anus, and a thrill went through me as I realized what was about to happen.
I felt the pressure build, and then I was penetrated suddenly.
“It’s in!” said Lucy.
You don’t need to tell me, I thought. It’s my asshole! The wonderful sensation of his cock probing, exploring and insinuating itself into me told me it was in.
I forced myself to breathe slowly, and relax. The feeling of his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside me was marvelous. He began his methodical in and out thrusting and I loved it.
Lucy was as aroused as me, I guess. She exclaimed “It’s disappearing into you! Your asshole is swallowing it!” That was pretty crude, I thought, but probably an accurate description.
John put his hands on my hips and held me tight. His strong hands were like a vise, and he held me like he was preventing my escape. I had no desire to escape; I was in complete surrender mode. With each thrust into me he pulled my hips back to meet him. The tip of his cock reached a new record depth just as Lucy had promised.
His pubic bone bumped up against my tailbone, and his hairy balls brushed my wet pussy lips.
I kept thinking about the tiny hole at the tip of his cock were his precious semen comes out. I wanted it, but at the same time I didn’t want this to end. I realized that it was not up to me, and I should just relax and let it happen.
He did manage to keep it up for a while longer, and my asshole and intestinal tract accepted his stiff, exploring shaft. I have never felt so joined together with a man. He was truly up inside me, in my most intimate and private place. I sensed the tension building in him, and I knew he was about to cum.
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