Longtime friends and former lovers, they hadn't seen each other for almost 10 years when she called to say she'd be coming to visit her aging aunt for a weekend. Making the long trip was no small thing given the demands of her job and family, so this was going to be a real occasion. He was thrilled, of course, but the arrangements were going to be a challenge. She would be staying the entire weekend with her aunt, who insisted on sharing her apartment to make the most of their limited time.
"I really can't say no," Pamela explained. "It's only two nights and two days and I really have no reason to say why I'd need to sleep somewhere else. I told her I wanted to see you. She said you can stay over. You can sleep on the sofa and we'll sleep in her room..."
"That's going to be torture," he said.
He and Pamela still shared an intense attraction and desire. Both in loveless marriages, they missed sex and often talked in great detail about the wonders of their past lovemaking and what they wanted to do with each other should they ever again have the opportunity.
"The next time I see you, I'll suck your cock until your head blows off," she'd promised and his heart soared at the thought. She gave exquisite blowjobs, loving, sensual and deeply erotic. It was her favorite sexual act, for the power it gave her over her lover, and she was endlessly fascinated and aroused by penises -- their shape and size, their scent, taste and texture when they were in her mouth, they way they grew and hardened, and pulsed as they released her lover's essence. Her own pleasure in the act was obvious in her eagerness and the sounds she made as she licked, sucked, kissed and delivered the object of her desire to climax. She loved bestowing such great pleasure on one she loved, the taste of his come and the sensation of it spurting into her mouth. Her expressing this to him, and his witnessing it for himself made the experience so intense for him.
During their phone conversations, they often shared their deepest fantasies, ones that remained unspoken during the three years they were together. But years and life flew by. They remained lovers only by phone and internet. Now an opportunity was presenting itself, but it meant him meeting her in a city an hour from his home, and after she had spent the appropriate amount of time alone with her aunt, they might be able to have a quick dinner out together and then that tortuous night if he wanted to stay. Finding a hotel that rented rooms by the hour was a possibility, but they didn't know of any, his funds were limited, and she wasn't too keen on the idea.
"If we're going to make love, I want to have all night, or all afternoon," she said. "I want it to be loving, not a hasty quickie."
"We'll think of something," he said, praying they would.
She flew in early on a Saturday morning and spent the day and first night with her aunt. He met them at the apartment late Sunday afternoon. Pam looked beautiful in her black blouse, grey skirt and black leather boots. She was now 46. Her long, thick auburn hair had touches of gray and she had put on some weight in her hips, rear and breasts that she had warned him about, but he found it very arousing. Her green eyes were bright and alight as she gazed at him. He hoped she didn't mind his extra pounds and slightly less hair.
They hugged in the doorway and he gave her a bottle of wine and some of her favorite cheese, wondering if she'd remembered to bring her garter belt and nylons. They'd talked of her sitting in a luxurious chair, nude except for the lingerie, leisurely sipping and snacking while he sat on the floor between her spread legs, lovingly pleasuring her pussy and anus with his fingers and tongue. "That would be nice," she'd said.
Then reality hit.
They were quickly greeted by Pamela's aunt, who was thrilled to see him again after so much time. A warm, effusive and still attractive woman in her late 60s, Aunt Sally plied them with drinks and snacks. The conversation in her well-appointed living room overlooking midtown flowed easily. He and Pamela kept exchanging sly looks and they mentioned slipping out for dinner when her aunt insisted on cooking them a nice meal of pasta and veal plus a bottle of red wine. It was an offer she wouldn't let them refuse.
"She senses the spark between us," Pamela said in a hushed tone while her aunt fetched more crackers and cheese from the kitchen. "But I don't think she approves of us...you know..."
By ten o'clock, they were all full and feeling drowsy. He had to get up for work in the morning. Pamela's flight was leaving at nine. His heart sank as he realized there would be no time alone.
As Pamela's aunt prepared the pull-out sofa bed in the living room, he went into the bathroom and changed into a t-shirt, sweatpants and white socks. While brushing his teeth, his mind raced with desire and frustration. He'd researched local hotels that rented by the hour, but they were all too sleazy and they probably couldn't have gotten away. When he came out, Pamela touched his face and gave him a steady look as he walked by and lay down.
"Well. I'm going to bed," her aunt announced. "I'll leave you two to talk..." And she went into the bedroom down the short hall, but left the door ajar.
Pamela sat on the edge of the sofa, her hand on his thigh as he lay on his back and looked at her longingly. "I'm sorry," she said softly, "I really want to do something for you, but I haven't seen her in years, and I can't, you know, she wouldn't understand...."
"I know," he said. "It's just hard..."
"I'm sure it is," she said with a smile, giving his crotch a playful squeeze that filled him with electric excitement. Leaning down, she kissed him and departed with a soft, "Sleep well, my love," his gaze following her. Her ass looked so full and sexy in that skirt.
After she went into the bedroom and closed the door, he lay on the sofa for a long while, his excitement growing as he revisited his most erotic memories of her. Unlike most of the women he'd been with, she enjoyed anal sex. She was fearless about sharing that most intimate part of her body and he found that attitude as intensely erotic as her love of giving blowjobs.
It was Pam who first suggested they try anal sex. She mentioned it casually as they lay naked and satisfied in the afternoon sun of her bedroom one day after making love, He later took her up on it by fulfilling an intense desire...
As he lay there on the sofa in her aunt's apartment, he grew hard and unbearably aroused thinking about the weekend he'd spent minding a friend's house. Pam came to stay with him. They were falling in love and becoming much more sexually open. After going upstairs to bed the first night, they kissed by the bed in the glow of the light streaming from the bathroom. As he gently held her face with both hands, she deftly unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans, sliding them and his briefs down and grasping his erection. She moaned softly as she stroked and he unfastened her jeans. They were soon on the bed bottomless, she in her black sleeveless tank top and he in his t-shirt, their hands roaming exposed flesh and under their remaining garments as they kissed. He lifted her shirt and she sighed appreciatively as he licked and sucked her breasts, pebbling her large pink nipples. She was rapidly stroking his cock when he started to kiss his way down her side, His lips were on her hip when he rolled her onto her stomach, and she complied.
Pamela's ass was glorious, full, firm, round and sexy, and as he kissed and caressed its cool, smooth flesh, he was seized by the desire to lick her anus. He'd never done such a thing with a woman, but the idea of knowing her so intimately made his heart pound. He'd tasted the tangy sweetness her pussy many times and loved her response as he pleasured her. Now he suspected she wouldn't resist him doing the same to her asshole.
In the soft light, he gently spread her cheeks and gazed at her fully exposed for the first time. Her anus was a gorgeous puckered slit surrounded by a circle of delicately wrinkled dark skin, the scent musky, deeply exciting, and he trembled as he kissed his way into her valley. She gasped as his tongue made contact with her most intimate part, and the taste made him want to come. It was salty, bitter, delicious and he began licking the entire length of her crevice as she moaned and writhed, the warmth of her bare ass surrounding his face.
"Mmmm, you taste so good," he murmured and she pushed her rear hard against his mouth, urging his tongue inside her. He pressed the pointed tip into firm smoothness, the bitterness intensifying, his excitement rising as he comprehended what he was doing. His hands roamed her back, her hips, her ass cheeks as he licked and tasted, fascinated by the flavor and scent and sensation, the very thought that his tongue was inside her asshole. As he feasted, he listened to her excitement and pleasure.
"Fuck me," she said, her voice quavering. "I want to feel you in my ass..."
She rose into a kneeling position with her bare rear up and he fought to steady himself as he kissed her cheeks and anus, wetting it with licks. He couldn't believe she was into offering herself, sharing herself this way. Holding his aching cock in his hand, he pressed the large pink head against her chocolate bud and slowly entered. She moaned softly and he withdrew before pressing in again, the head disappearing inside her anus. The sight of her hair splayed across the pillow, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her luscious ass and her sexy asshole surrounding the shaft of his cock was almost too much.
Slowly he withdrew and entered, withdrew and entered, a little more deeply each time, concerned about hurting her but savoring how different her asshole felt on his cock -- so firm, like a hand.
"Yeah, baby...that's good...that's nice," she sighed.
Half his of his totally hard erection was inside her now. He reached under her and gently fingered her wet heat. She cried out in affirmation. Her pussy was overflowing with her slick honey and he leaned forward and kissed her neck, keeping his strokes slow and easy. She was relaxing, admitting him more deeply and he wanted to come but fought for control. This was incredible. He wanted this first experience of anal sex to last.
Rising, his hands on her ass, he gazed at his cock as it slid all the way into her anus until his hips were pressed against her butt. He was seven thick inches and it amazed him that she could take it all so readily, so deeply, and enjoy it. She was moaning and crying out as she always did as she approached orgasm. The sight, the sound, the sensation, the intoxicatingly exciting scent of her cunt honey and anal musk, the very idea of what they were doing made him come intensely. He slumped forward over her back, groaning and filling her with each wave, feeling her anus clenching him as she came, too.
They stayed in that position for several blissfully exhausted minutes.
