My father died a short while ago. My mother is really broken up over it. She's planning on selling their house and moving into a retirement community. Right now, to get away, she's visiting her sister a hundred miles away. She asked me to move everything of my Dad's out of the house. Give it away, throw it away, whatever, she wants to not ever face it herself. I live in the same town, married with teen agers of my own, and my own business, so it's easy for me to take off a half day to do as she wants.
I started with the desk and his papers, making sure that I found anything important. Most of it I can take home and sort through later. Dad was never much of a handy man but had some tools, which I'll take home and also sort through later. In the bedroom, I gathered all his clothes and shoes; these will go to the thrift shop on my way home later. In a side table I found a paperback of the Kama Sutra, which surprised me but then I realized that at one time, Mom and Dad obviously were sexually active. Maybe remained so until the end. I imagine my wife and I will. Then I found this odd zippered container . I opened it and couldn't figure out what it was -- medical equipment, tools, whatever. A brochure was also in there so I opened it and discovered what I had.
It's a penile pump. It's used to pump up your cock for intercourse. Used, I assume, when you can't get it up on your own. It can't be very new, Viagra's been around for several years now to fit the same purpose. Odd thing. Everything in fitted foam rubber in a cloth hosing. A clear plastic cylinder, maybe eight or nine inches long. Round at one end and enlarging slightly to an oval shape at the other. There's a plastic contraption with a little handle that seems to fit the oval end. That's the pump, obviously. Then a tube of lubricant, used to seal the cylinder to your body as you pump. Also a half dozen rings, or sort of rings, shaped slightly with little side handles, that apparently act as strong rubber bands.You stretch one of the rings onto the small end of the cylinder. You then put lubricant onto that end, insert your cock into the cylinder, press the round end to seal to your body and pump away. When your cock is full of blood, all erect and stiff, you loosen the cylinder and as you pull it away, you slip the ring off so it tightens around the base of your cock, holding the blood in.
The intent is, you have a good erection, capable of fucking. And it lasts until the ring comes off. I guess my Dad and Mom did keep on having sex, even as they got older. I smiled at that, actually liked the whole idea.
Anyway, I got rid of everything I could, then went back to work. I had a number of thoughts that afternoon. I kept thinking of that pump. My wife, Mary, has mentioned after we've both cum during sex that it would be nice if my cock would stay stiff so I could keep right on fucking her. It all feels so good, she's said, that she'd like to just keep it going on and on. But once I've cum, I lose my stiffness and it takes a while to get it up again. When we were younger, that meant more sex in a little while. Now, as I'm older, that means we both go to sleep before we ever get around to sex again. But that pump made me think that maybe I could stay stiff and we could just keep fucking on and on. Ought to make her happy. I don't need the pump to get stiff on my own but perhaps if I used it to lock stiffness in place, she could finally get her wish. There is a time limit, locking the blood in for too long would be dangerous.
When I got home later, I unloaded what I had, in a couple cardboard boxes, in the garage. That evening, after dinner, as we were getting ready for bed, I described the whole thing to my wife and said that maybe, if it still worked, I could get an erection and hold it long enough for us to keep on having sex longer. She told me that she was very happy with things as they are but if I want to try, she's willing. So I went out and got the contraption and brought it to our bedroom. My wife looked it over and read the brochure and offered to help.
So I'm standing in our bedroom naked. My wife has on a shorty nightgown. I get one of the rings, they're two colors, some pink and some sort of ivory colored, so I choose a pink one. I don't really know why. I try and stretch it and get it over the end of the cylinder. Cripes, that's hard to do. So my wife holds the cylinder and I stretch the ring with all my might and finally get it hooked on one side and then onto the cylinder. I get the pump thing in the other end. I get a dab of the lubricant and put it around the cylinder end. I hold my cock, completely soft, and get it in the cylinder and press the end against my body and start pumping. My cock is in there sort of twitching and bending crooked. My wife is watching and smiling.
"Shit, this isn't going to work," I blurt out.
"Dan, honey, press that button and let the vacuum out. O.k., now let me," she says, after I do as she asks. She pulls the cylinder forward some and gets hold of my cock with her fingers and sort of pulls it out some, straight. "Maybe if we get this headed straight it'll work."
My cock stiffens a little. Her handling it is getting me a little aroused. "It's already growing a little," I say.
"That shouldn't matter," she says, "It might even help." Then she gets her fingers out of the way, just supporting my cock with one finger as she pulls the cylinder back. She slides her finger out of the way and pushes the cylinder against me, into my pubic hair. "Try it now," she says. I start pumping and my cock grows and grows and gets all sort of red or purple in there. "Oh my," she says, does that hurt?"
"No," I tell her and pump a little more. "But it's starting to feel like I'm as far as I should go." With that, I press the button that releases the vacuum, start pulling the cylinder away and push the ring off. Boy, it really grabs me. Wham! Now I'm standing there with a definite, big, hard on sticking out.
"I don't remember it being that red," she says. She reaches and puts her fingers on it, then grasps it. "But it's sure erect. We better make use of it while we can," she adds with a dirty grin and heads for the bed, pulling her night gown up over her head and off. I follow her and start crawling up over her. "Wait," she says, "That thing of yours may be ready but I'm not."
Well I know what that means. I slide back a little, still between her legs, and get my head down into her crotch as she moves her legs up, raising her pussy up for me. I get my face in there and give her slit a good lick, bottom to top. I spread her a little with my fingers and get my tongue into her and lick around a little, then move up to her clit. As I lick her clit, I slide two fingers into her and start sliding them around in there as I suck on her clit with my lips. It doesn't take long and I can feel her whole body sort of jerking and then she says, "I'm ready." I slide back up over her. She helps aim me into her and I slowly slide into her. I think my cock is as big as ever and certainly stiff and I start fucking away, slowly at first and then as her moans and grunts start coming, I start working faster and harder. I can feel that she has one hand down between us, working on her clit. She always does that when we're in this position.
Her moans start running together, interspersed with "ughs" as I pound into her each time. Her hand is moving fast down there, I can feel it. It takes a few minutes and she's moving into orgasm. I can feel it around my cock and I can feel it from her body. She wraps her legs up around me to hold me in as I keep pulling out and pounding back in. Her noises get even more and then I can feel her body relax. Her legs come down off me.
"That was really nice," she says.
"Roll over," I tell her, "The idea is to keep on using this thing to get you into more orgasms, like we used to do years ago." She doesn't say a thing, just rolls over and sticks her butt up into the air. I get behind her and aimed in again and start fucking away. I've always liked this position, it feels good. It also means I can reach around and play with her breasts and her clit, which is what I start doing. I think we last about twice as long as we did the first time and then I can feel that she's going into orgasm again. After some noise and her pushing back a lot, she finally collapses onto her stomach. I pull out and lay next to her on my back. I reach and take one of her arms and brings it up until I can get her hand to my sticky but very erect cock. "It's still ready," I tell her, "Why don't you straddle me and sit on it some and we can keep this going.
She doesn't say a word, just looks at me. But she pulls her legs up under her and sits up and get her leg across me, holding on to my cock all the time, gets her butt up a little and sits down on me, swallowing my erection up into her pussy. She sort of grins at me and starts moving her body, rotating a little, back and forth a little, feeling me move inside her. "This really goes back," she says, "I haven't ridden you like this in years." She leans over me a little and I prop myself up as much as I can to get my hand to her breast. I even manage to get my mouth to it and suck on her nipples. She pushes her body forward a little to help me keep licking and sucking her. She also keeps her hips moving. I just don't have the muscle tone I once did, I can't stay up in that position. I lay back again but bring a hand to right above where my cock is moving into her and start diddling her clit. She starts moving faster and faster, then actually using her legs to move up and down, really fucking me, riding me.
She never climaxes again. Neither do I. She finally lifts off me and lays next to me, on her back. "I just can't do it any more," she says. "My pussy is sore, my clit is sore, I'm winded, really worn out. If we really did all this years ago, I don't know how I lasted. It's too much. I've been happy with our loving kind of sex for years, I'm willing to leave these gymnastics to the kids now." Then she reached over and grabbed my cock. "And you're still hard. Did you ever cum?"
"No, I didn't," I tell her. "Truth is, I'm glad you've said what you did. Because this thing is sort of like it isn't me. I mean I can feel what's happening but it just doesn't get to me the way it does normally. And I think we could go on for an hour and I'd never cum. It's definitely not the same. I guess if I couldn't get it up normally, this would be better than nothing but I'm willing to let the experiment end, too." I grabbed the ring thing and pulled it hard to each side and moved it up and off my cock. It pulls on my pubic hair. I think I might end up with a bruise on the head, that thing pulled so much. It's really tight. Guess it has to be to work right.
