Porn Addict

"It's so fake," Peelo said, laughing derisively, something she had picked up from hanging around my wife, "those women are all just pretending. It's a big scam."

"Mm, hm," I replied. "Yeah, whatever. You're probably right."

I got up and poured myself more coffee, hoping somehow to escape the present thread of conversation.

You see my wife had shared with Peelo, our cute and usually sweet neighbor, that I'd been caught with my pants down, literally. That is, doing the porn thing on my computer.

"Don't you think it's kind of pathetic," Peelo asked as she dumped sugar in her own coffee, echoing the very word she'd heard from Patrice, "those women are about as sexy as, as, a...refrigerator."

I looked at her fridge and wondered if it was, in any way, fuckable. My wife was off somewhere upstairs using their bathroom. Peelo's hubby was, of course, at work at his dealership.

"Oh, oh, oh," Peelo moaned playfully, "Oh, you are such a stud! I want to be your sex slave for life!" She was too damned cute to be sarcastic and derisive. She was, in fact, a sweet and friendly person. Patrice was a bad influence.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Patrice asked from the kitchen doorway.

"Guys who think porn is sex," Peelo said, "Guys who think women are really like that."

"Oh," my wife said, matter of factly, "my husband."

"Do you think it will rain today?" I said, looking out the back window of their lovely kitchen at a beautiful clear blue sky.

"Peelo," my wife was looking for her keys in her purse, "I'm sorry to leave you here with this pervert, but I gotta go in. Got a day's worth of showings. See you guys later."

Patrice is a star real estate agent, so has to work weekends. Paula Logan, Peelo, like me, worked regular hours and could sit around on Saturday mornings drinking coffee. Peelo wished Pat luck as she walked out the door.

I poured another cup and looked out a window at their backyard.

"So, Pee," I chirped after my wife exited, "your lawn looks great. What do you use? I'm thinking of, um, you know, doing some fertilizing."

"I don't get it. What's the appeal, Dash?" she ignored my brilliant attempt at misdirection, "what the heck could be so appealing about pornography?"

"I think you're underestimating the sexiness of porn, Peelo," I ventured. "Some of it's downright hot."

"Hot," she scoffed, "What's so hot about a bunch of degraded women pretending to have orgasms?"

"I don't think that's an accurate assessment of what's out there on the web these days, Pee," I asserted, defending my albeit nasty habit. "It's not like the old days of sleazy magazines and smut. It's a whole new world of erotica."

"Oh please," she dismissed, "whatever. It's still for pubescent wanna be boys who can't find real lovers."

"There are women who enjoy porn."

"Dikes?"

"No, real women. Like yourself."

"Dashiell, you show me some porn that's really sexy and I'll buy the Brooklyn Bridge from you."

She slid her iPad across the table to me, then crossed her arms and gave me a haughty look, though really she was also far too cute to pull off looking high and mighty. I tilted my head as I looked at her and, gauging her request to be a sincere one, I decided to accept her challenge.

"You may think," I said, "the internet is for surfing, for watching news and Twitter and FaceBook and YouTube and streaming movies and reading articles about pruning roses," I paused to finish logging on, "but in fact it's one big porn fest, a veritable cornucopia of human sexuality." I started with XXNX.

"This is the 76th most visited site in the world," I said, feeling somewhat vindicated that one of my favorites was so damned popular. I typed "cream pies" into the search slot. I clicked on a particularly wet and creamy looking pussy. I slid the iPad back to Peelo.

She didn't initially react, which was actually something of a reaction. Instead of deriding the vid as being unrealistic and tawdry, she watched it awhile and her eyes got bigger. She gulped some coffee. I took the iPad back and typed in "ohmibod." I found a good one of a sweet young thing in the wild throes of multiple orgasms. No fakery there.

Peelo watched it all the way through, gulping down her coffee nervously.

"Wow," she said. "They're pretty good at faking it. Um, how, how does that thing work?" she asked, her tone now one of curiosity, and was that a hint of true interest? I swear she sounded like her mouth was watering as she spoke, "that thing inside her is wired to the internet?"

"Mm hm," I replied. I reached over to take back the iPad but she clicked up another vid, another woman being tortured with uncontrollable orgasms, spewing cum juice and squirting all over the camera like a leaky faucet.

"Goodness," she breathed, "she must need a lot of towels. Or a new mattress every week."

She finished her coffee and got up to get another cup. Was she shivering? Was it the caffeine? I searched up some art porn, the kind with super beautiful lovers making sweet, tender love on white sheets in a bedroom flooded with natural light. The woman, of course, was quite young and lovely. The guy was a perfect specimen of manliness and had a cock as long as my forearm. He lovingly buried it in his lover's willing ass. Peelo sat down beside me, riveted on the scene as the young woman came and the gorgeous man then jerked his cum onto her upturned face. I was pretty sure Peelo had never done that. Her husband was, well, pretty square.

"Do you do that, Dash?" she asked without taking her eyes off the screen.

"I'd like to."

"Wouldn't it hurt?"

"It didn't look like she was hurting."

"No. No, it doesn't," her mouth was definitely watering. And she definitely had the shakes.

"It's not really, like, fucking, I mean, you know, intercourse, though, is it?"

"No, I guess not," I said, trying to sound disinterested and casual. "Just something people do instead of always doing straight missionary style sex."

She nodded as if she knew exactly what I was talking about. She finally looked away, glancing up at me, clearly having been affected by what she had just viewed, "What do you look at when you look at this stuff?"

I took the iPad and pulled up Literotica. I found a nice story about a minister's wife who let a young man seduce and butt fuck her. I sat down and started to read it aloud. Peelo became very still and quiet, listened avidly and after awhile she came and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. She put a hand on my back and even that innocent contact felt like electricity coursing through my blood.

"And that gets you off?"

"Yep."

"How?"

I stood up and showed her the big lump in the front of my shorts.

"It gives you pleasure?"

I pulled my shorts down and showed her my enlarged and tumescent cock. I held it in my hand gently.

Her eyes were very big now. "Will you cum, like, have an orgasm? Just from looking at these videos and reading these stories?"

"Yes, ma'am. Big gobs of gooey sperm spewing out all over the place."

"Do you really think women get off watching it?"

"Try." I pulled up another art video featuring plenty of anal sex.

Peelo watched the scene unfold on screen, a very tender and loving fuck session between another beautiful couple. Peelo slowly, gradually, sort of slumped in her chair and finally she reached a nervous hand down the front of her loose fitting slacks. I saw her fingers begin to fondle and probe and rub. Her breathing got raggedy and deep. I began stroking with a new sense of urgency. "Let's see who comes first," I said.

I won. But she was right behind me, her body stiffening and her legs quivering as she turned her attention away from the screen to watch me shoot cum onto her kitchen table. I was aiming for her coffee cup.

"Oh my god," she panted. "I didn't know it could be so...spontaneous, so intense like this. Sex, I mean."

"Just two friends having coffee together," I retorted. My cock stayed hard.

She looked at it. "How would that fit inside a woman's bum?" she asked, as innocent as a schoolgirl, laughing a little, like she was just asking how to put a key in a keyhole or something.

"I don't really know," I answered, "but thanks for asking."

"Oh...yeah, huh," she gave me a weak smile, like it was nothing.

But she sounded disappointed.

"We could," I tried, "you know, just check to see how it looks, not, you know, put it in or anything, just kind of take a look at size and the, like, logistics of it. No fucking, of course."

"Oh, of course, oh yeah, yeah, but...well, ok," she agreed, and far too quickly. I think she was on her fifth cup of coffee. Anyway, she stood up and I sort of guided her through the motions, leaning her forward over the kitchen table, spreading her legs a little. I pulled down her pants and caressed her ass cheeks a bit, then pulled her panties to one side to expose her sweet pussy and puckered anus. I saw a tub of butter near the sink and quickly smeared a gob on my cock head.

"Pull your butt cheeks apart a little bit so I can see what's what," I suggested. She complied. My god she was frankly one hell of a sexy woman.

I put the helmeted head of my warrior sex god in between her cheeks and nuzzled it against the rosette of her anus. She shuddered.

"I'm not sure how you fit something so big into something so...small and tight," I volunteered. "Maybe with some pushing pressure?"

"Well," she said over her shoulder, "try a little bit, just so we can see if it's, like, even really possible, I mean, in real life."

I pushed my pelvis forward and nudged my cockhead into the first half inch of her ass opening. The butter made it slide in quite easily.

"Oh," she gasped, "I feel it. I think it's going in. That wasn't so hard."

"I guess it's not as hard as I thought," I said, with my own gasp, "well, it's plenty hard, of course, you know, but, but, um, well, you know what I mean."

"This isn't fucking is it, Dash?" she asked, sounding a lot like she was trying to convince herself. "I mean, I don't want to hurt Patrice."

"No, it's not fucking," I said, trying to sound totally at ease with the lie, "we're just trying it out, kind of exploring and learning about a new thing."

"Ok, well, let's see what it's like then - see, you know, if it hurts, or if it's, like, any good, something we could try with our partners, you know" she said, trying hard to sound like this wasn't nasty. But even as her words sounded so hesitant and unsure, she was pushing her ass back against me, her anus was trying to swallow more of my rod. I pressed forward and buried about half of it inside her, and as she moaned a little she pushed back so the rest of it sank as deep as it would go up inside her tight butt clutch.

"Let's see if we're doing it right," I said as I propped the iPad in front of us on the table, clicking up another vid of another couple butt fucking. We were like them, just two sexy friends, engaged in healthy, normal, uncomplicated anal sex.

As we watched the onscreen couple writhe and moan and hump away, I slowly began thrusting my firm flesh into the supple grasp of Peelo's incredibly sexy ass, picking up the pace gradually.

"How does it feel, Pee?"

"Um, it feels really big."

"Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" she blurted, "I mean, it feels ok, kind of full and, I don't know, kind of really, um, sexy, in a really sexy kind of way. Do you know what I mean?"

I looked down at her cute, heart shaped butt turned up to accommodate my cock, her shapely legs barely reaching the floor, her belly mashed up against the table, hands gripping the edges, her cute, girlish face flushed and glowing. "Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. "It's kind of, interesting, trying a new thing this way, learning if it's pleasurable and finding out what your body can do."

"Yeah," she managed to say as she began to breathe heavier.

"Do you think it could really make a woman cum? Doing it this way?" I asked.

"Maybe," she replied, still somewhat hesitant, but now she was actively engaged, sort of pushing back to meet my thrusts. I reached a hand down and began to stroke her clit ever so gently.

Her reaction was instantaneous. "Oh Dash, oh, oh, oh my god! Right there, yes, do that, just like that!" Her entire body began convulsing, legs stiff, hips spasming, her head thrown back, fingers with a white grip on the table. And suddenly a gush of liquid spewed out of her cunt, all white and creamy and warm, oozing down her thighs. I didn't cum though, it being just minutes from my last orgasm. Her body tremors gradually subsided and she finally kind of slumped down onto the table. I pulled my cock out of her ass and knelt down. I started licking and kissing her entire crotch.

"What are you doing, Dash?" she asked, truly confused.

"Adoring your sex, Pee."

"Isn't that kind of nasty?"

"Oh yes. Very."

"You like that?"

"Very much."

"Do you think I'm a prude, Dash?"

I looked at the gaping hole of her anus, the ooze of cum juice dripping down her thighs, her body prone and splayed out invitingly there on the kitchen table, and I replied a simple "no."

"This is really fucking, though, isn't it, Dash?" She said this very softly as she was clicking up videos and checking out categories - orgasm compilations, gangbang, lesbian, big dick, squirt, bondage, orgy, rough sex, cumshot.

"Yes."

"Then you better fuck me, Dash."

"What?"

"Fuck me, fuck me nasty, Dash."

I began working on her pussy with my tongue and finger. "Say that again, Peelo."

"Fuck my cunt, Dash, with your tongue and finger and cock, fuck my nasty little married pussy like they do in these videos, make me cum all wet and white and then shoot your sperm into my mouth and on my face. Fuck me good, and long, and hard."

Her eyes were locked on the screen, her mouth open, breasts heaving, legs spread, pussy wet, ass quivering. Another porn addict was born. Saturday morning coffee would never be the same.