Recap: At 49, and widowed, I had been seeing a lady called Pat for some time, and was on the verge of sleeping with her for the first time. She had discussed my 'size' with both her daughters, one of whom I work with, and they had each decided (separately) to "Test Drive" me so their mother wouldn't be hurt. Or so they said. The night after these events was my first with Pat, and it went extremely well until......
"Oh Tom," she sighed, "about the girls ............
..... "I know...."
Those words were such a shock I froze for a second, before completing my slow roll onto my back. A million thoughts flashed through my brain, but not one of them seemed the right thing to say. Thankfully, Pat saved me from making a total idiot of myself by continuing,
"I know the girls explained to you how much we talk about, well, everything" she explained, "and although I didn't know what they were planning to do – especially Pamela! – I understand why they did it. I know they were thinking of me and how I might have not have been able to cope with your ......erm, well, the size of your manhood. And I know you would have had very little chance of refusing them, either; my girls can be very strong-willed when they want to be!"
There was a somewhat bizarre note of pride in that last statement, I felt; well, bizarre given the topic of conversation at least! Pat went on further,
"I was very angry with both of them when they told me what they'd done," she continued calmly, "but I realised they had both acted, independently of each other, purely out of love and concern for me. Of course," she added with a smile, "the fact you made them both enjoy their actions immensely made me even more determined to enjoy you myself, no matter how painful or awkward it might have been! But thanks to your kindness, it wasn't an issue at all."
So far I had managed not a single word of reply to Pats words. Now I had my chance, but I was still unsure what the proper - if that was the correct term – response should be. After a few seconds more thought, I simply spoke my thoughts.
"I should never have let myself be persuaded to sleep with the girls," I stated, "no matter how persuasive they can be. Sshh a moment" I added, as Pat began to speak again.
"I'm a grown man," I went on, "and I knew at the time what I did was wrong. I wasn't going to say anything to you though, because I didn't want to lose you. That sounds totally pathetic, doesn't it? True, though". I curled the arm that had remained underneath Pats shoulders towards me, drawing her close into a tight hug – a hug Pat made no move to resist; instead, her arms wrapped tightly around my torso, squeezing hard as she buried her face into my shoulder.
I could barely make out her words as she said,
"Tom, I love you, and have done virtually since we met. I was angry at you too, at first, but as I said, I know my girls are VERY persuasive when they want something. I forgive you, especially since you made me feel SO good just now!"
With that, Pat raised her face to mine and kissed me hard on the lips. Quickly our tongues met in a wet oral tussle, our hands roaming each others bodies as our lust for each other escalated once again. I felt Pat give a small gasp as her hand reached down and found my penis had already begun to harden again, something of a shock to me too, given how recently I had ejaculated inside my lover. Pats fingers wrapped round the length of my cock at the same time as my hand found the swell of her full right breast, the nipple at its peak hardening to my touch, another gasp from Pat filling my mouth as I reached total stiffness within the curl of her fingers. One last probe from Pats tongue heralded her movement down the length of my body, her lips slipping over my neck and throat, across my rigid nipples (with a little nip as she passed them by!) then down my stomach until I felt her hot breath against the straining rigidity of my manhood, still with her delicately strong fingers encircling its girth.
After what felt like an eternity of waiting but was, of course, only seconds, an electric jolt shot through me as Pat's tongue licked the full length of my shaft from where her fingers surrounded the base, all the way up to the slit in the head, stopping briefly then sliding her lips over my glans until it was fully encompassed by her gorgeous mouth. Nor did she stop there; without noticeable pause, Pat lowered her head until the tip of my penis was pressing against the back of her throat, and only then did she reverse her movement so that she could breathe without gagging!
Time and again that sequence was repeated, interspersed with occasional swirls of Pats tongue round the edge of my super-sensitive helmet, her free hand cupping and fondling my heavy balls. Eventually, I managed to rouse myself from the torpor of the pleasure engulfing me sufficiently to edge Pats body round so that she was on her knees above me, her pebble-like nipples teasing my belly as my hands grasped her firmly on her hips and eased her swollen, dark pussy towards my waiting mouth. I revelled in the taste of her sodden honeypot, the juices covering my lips and mouth in a mini flood, Pats thighs tightening against my arms as I probed her innermost folds with my stiff tongue.
And then, there was the smell. The aroma of an aroused woman has long been the ultimate aphrodisiac for me, especially when I'm the one responsible for the arousal - like most men (and lesbians!) in that regard I suppose – and Pats was amazingly powerful in that regard. It was a musky yet sweet smell, and taste, one that spurred my erection to feel even harder and stronger than before; to me, at least! I can only presume it did to Pat too, as she seemed to take more and more of my length until all of my thick 8-inch cock was filling her mouth and throat, the pressure on my shaft growing with every passing second. My licking and sucking of Pats soaking slit and nether lips took an extra dimension when my tongue inadvertently licked a little bit further than I had intended, sweeping juices from her pussy over the tight puckered opening of her anus.
That seemed to galvanise Pat like nothing I'd ever experienced before, with anyone. Her head shot up from my groin, her encircling hand tightening round the base of my prick painfully as she let out a loud wail of ..... pleasure? distaste? At that point, I wasn't quite sure! That uncertainty was immediately dispelled when Pat pushed her groin back into my face and almost growled at me,
"More! Do it again!" before resuming her mind-blowingly wonderful oral assault on my rigid cock. I didn't hesitate to carry out Pats request, so intoxicating had the tangy taste of her rosebud been to my senses. I ran my tongue up the full length of her crease, from the small bud of her stiffly protruding clitoris, over the spread and wet lips of her swollen cunt until I again reached the tiny dark star of her anal opening. I let the very tip of my exploring tongue touch the very centre of her pucker, the tart yet alluring taste of her assaulting my taste buds, my hands grasping both firm globes of Pats buttocks and pulling them wide apart to allow me greater access to Pats glorious arsehole, her pussy juices now dripping from her core and covering my chin and neck in her orgasmic fluid.
I had never done anything like this before; even though I had experienced the joys of anal sex (for the first time in many years) just last night, this was the first time I had been so intimate with a lovers' anal area with my mouth – and I was loving it. So, evidently, was Pat! Her vaginal juices continued to flood over me as I probed her rear deeper and deeper with my tongue, my lips creating a seal around her hole so tightly spread were her buttocks by now. Pat had raised her whole body from mine, her mouth leaving my cock throbbing in her hand as it cooled in the air outside of her hot orifice, loud moans and squeals issuing from between her pursed lips with every movement of my tongue inside her. I had a sudden brainwave then, and with some difficulty I managed to manoeuvre my hands so that my right hand could hold her buttocks spread, while my left snuck underneath her between our bodies, so that I was able to slide first one finger, then two, inside her sopping wet pussy. Now I was able to curl my fingers and reach the front wall of her vagina, stroking the small spot I found there while simultaneously pushing my tongue as far inside Pats dark hole as I could manage.
Those two acts resulted in the most amazing orgasmic explosion I'd ever seen in a woman, not even with my wife in our heyday. A loud shriek of lust erupted from my normally restrained lover, her sphincter trying to trap my tongue while her pussy seemed to spout juices like a fully opened tap, so wet and sticky did my fingers suddenly become. On and on she went, the initial shriek turning to moans and sobs of pleasure, the writhing movement of her body dislodging my hands and allowing the globes of her arse cheeks to regain their previous togetherness and causing me to have to remove my face to safer climes! Eventually, with the removal of the cause of her gargantuan climax, Pat regained a degree of her composure and was able to talk coherently again.
"Tom that was truly amazing," she said, "no-one has ever even thought to do that to me before! Wait a minute though," she went on, a frown suddenly creasing her face, "you haven't cum yet, have you?"
Before I could say a word she slid to the side and took my still turgid penis in her hand, scooping juices from her pussy to slather over the top few inches of my shaft and aid the lubrication of her hand on my cock. Her strokes had started out quite long and slow, but that rapidly morphed into short, quick strokes designed to edge me closer and closer to climax, the resumed cupping and fondling of my tightening balls only lending to my rapidly approaching conclusion. When Pat lowered her mouth to run her tongue round the edge of my glans, that was the end for me. I am not usually a vocal man when it comes to orgasm, but on this occasion I could not help myself.
I let out a loud, long groan as Pats hand and mouth provoked my ejaculation with a lovely firm delicacy, my first spurt shooting up and landing on her cheek before she could get out of the way! Several other strong pulses of sperm followed, two of these landing on Pats hand and another leaving a tear-drop of spunk slipping down the full curve of her right breast. As my emissions died away, Pat licked her hand clean of my cum, smiling serenely as my ejaculate slipped down her throat. She then used her fingers to scoop the globule from her cheek, again swallowing it down in sheer pleasure; finally she lifted her breast to her mouth, her tongue licking every last tiny drop of my spunk from her flesh and closing her eyes as it filled her stomach.
Leaning over towards me Pat kissed me gently on the lips, and I was able to taste myself on her breath; a not unpleasant, slightly salty tang which I found incredibly erotic, my penis twitching fractionally despite now feeling extremely tender and well-used.
"Tom Green, I love you very much" she spoke firmly, after a few seconds simply staring into my eyes, "and I hope you feel the same way. No-one has ever made love to me the way you did tonight, and I want to make sure I can have more of this any time I want it.
