Never Judge a Boo

In accordance with Marie's invitation, I had agreed to continue seeing her. It clearly suited both of us. As I had recently returned from university, I didn't have any romantic attachments at home. It was pretty obvious, that Marie was happy with her current lot. The divorce appeared to have taken an emotional toll on her and she didn't currently wish to get involved in a relationship. As with the hiatus of the previous week, the anticipation was incredible. However, on this occasion, I tried, for the most part, to refrain from excessive wanking. I knew that I had no hope of matching Marie's appetite but hoped that abstaining slightly more, would go some way to helping.

I made my way down the street, to her house. Luckily, it was far enough down, that my parent's neighbours were unlikely to put two and two together. I knocked her door, this time she wore a calf length summer dress. We moved into the kitchen and Marie began making a pot of coffee. When she had finished, we took our cups and moved in to the lounge. She had made some more progress on unpacking. Some ornaments had been placed around the room and a number of pictures hung on the wall. I scanned around but nothing gave an indication of her previous life. There were no family photos or anything particularly personal. We chatted about our respective weeks. It turns out that she works in the accounts department of an engineering company, on the outskirts of town. Judging by the quality of her decoration, it pays well. Although, I presume that she perhaps obtained a good settlement from the divorce. She said that, although she had made some acquaintances at work, none of these were close enough to have anything but everyday conversations, so far.

Marie was certainly not in a rush for sex today, this was the the longest conversation that we had undertaken. I didn't want to push things to discover her past. I was happy for her to unfold things, when she felt happy. Which clearly wasn't today.

After about an hour or so, she said, "do you think it is time for some more fun?" Of course I agreed and we made a move upstairs. The decoration of the house continued, with more pictures on the stairs. Instead of heading to the main bedroom, Marie opened one of the other doors. Not only had she unpacked more of her belongings, if I had to guess, I'd say she had been doing some shopping. In the middle of the room was a double bed. Unlike the wooden one in the main bedroom, this was an old style brass bed. In addition to the bedding, four leather straps were attached to the corner posts. I shot her a questioning glance. She said, I've been planning this for a while. Now that I'm living alone, I have the space, money and desire to set up my own room devoted to pleasure.

I scanned the rest of the room, behind me, either side of the door, were a couple of poster sized images. Both showed Marie. The one on the right had her facing the camera, squatting on her largest butt plug. This is maybe 3 inches, or more in diameter at the widest part. Although, as she mentioned previously, she hadn't managed to fully insert it, she was close. The position and insertion appeared to have forced her vagina wide open, with her labia along her inner thighs. She saw my draw drop. It's motivation for me, she said, I will get it in at some point. I also like to see myself spread open. She asked if I thought it was weird, getting turned on by looking at yourself. I said, it makes me horny, so I can understand what you see in it. The picture on the other side of the door, was less explicit but equally erotic. It showed her stood, with her legs apart, wearing some interesting garb. This consisted of a black latex bra, with cut outs for her nipples, a matching latex suspender belt, framing her vulva, black stockings and black patent leather high heels. I exhaled deeply.

It took me a while to come to terms with what I was looking at. Marie broke the silence. I've done nothing but pleasuring myself for so long, to an extent, I've become attracted to seeing myself. I had to purchase a special printer, to do these, as I didn't feel comfortable trying to source them commercially. It's set up with my computer, in the other bedroom, which I use as an office. I didn't know what to say. Marie continued, I have everything I need here. She moved to a cupboard set in the corner. This had a door on one side and drawers on the other. She pulled the handle on the door, on a hanging rail were a number of outfits, mostly skimpy. On the base were a number of pairs of high heels. She said, I've never worn any of this for anyone, just when I'm enjoying myself. My ex husband wasn't interested in anything like this. She pulled the drawers open one by one. The top one contained her sex toy collection, nicely laid out on a piece of velvet. She realised that I'd seen these already, so moved to the second one. This contained a selection of ropes and straps. Her comment being that she had begun to experiment with self bondage. The final draw contained a large leather bound book and a number of DVD's. Marie picked up the book and said, let's take a seat.

We moved over and sat, side by side on the bed. Marie opened the book, it was a photo album. It contained a vast selection of pictures of her, in all of her outfits and using her dildos, vibrators, plugs and beads, in various combinations. She said, I like to flick through these, whilst I'm masturbating. I summoned up some courage and asked what was on he DVD's. About half contained movies of Marie during her solo sessions. I like to see myself cumming. The variation in intensity of my orgasms interests me. The other half, were all of women masturbating. Marie said she liked to watch, firstly to get ideas of additional ways to add to her enjoyment. Secondly, she said she found the difference in their orgasms fascinating. Some were almost silent and the only indication was the straightening of the legs. Others had filmed their vaginas and anus's pulsing. Whilst another group were expressive, vocal and contorted, much like Marie. We'll watch some later, she said. In the meantime I need some relief.

She asked me to undress, which I did, readily. She slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing the latex outfit from the poster. Do you trust me, she asked. Of course, I said. She took a towel, that had been hanging on the back of the door and spread it on the bed. She indicated for me to lay down, which I did. She departed briefly, returning with a bowl of water, some soap and a razor. Are you alright if I shave you? I nodded. She carefully soaped my pubic area and balls. I gulped, the feeling of her doing this was incredible. She then began to gently remove all of the hair. She was obviously adept at doing this to herself. When she finished, she used the water in the bowl to clean off the soap. How does it feel, she asked. It was certainly different, I moved my hand down to inspect the results. It actually felt good, certainly different. I nodded and smiled.

Marie asked If I would like to continue on my sexual experimental journey. Of course, I replied. She directed me, to kneel on the bed, facing the head end, which I did. She moved close to my head, picked up my arm and placed one of the straps around my wrist. Moving to the other side, she did the same. Although I couldn't see, I could hear Marie opening a couple of the drawers in her cabinet of delights. What she had taken out, I had no idea. I felt the bed dip behind me. One of her stockinged knees pushed my legs further apart. I felt her fingers brush my anus, run down my balls and trace its way up my cock. She slowly pulled back my foreskin, I'm guessing, thinking anything more rapid would be painful. She need not have worried, there was a copious amount of pre cum. The skin remained retracted. Her fingers slowly stroked my glans. I'm not overly sensitive there and direct contact is something I love. Occasionally, when I'm on my own, with sufficient pre cum, I'll directly rub the knob end, until I cum. Marie was now using both hands, one palming my balls, with the fingertips holding back my foreskin, the other rubbing my knob with a circular motion. I gritted my teeth hoping to hold out longer. It was no good, I gasped, cumming. I actually saw my sperm hit the bed, below my head.

If I thought that this was a signal for Marie to untie me, I was mistaken. I panted for a while, before I felt her shift behind me. What was coming next? This was to be a progression of my anal journey. Marie had walked round, so that I could see her, what she had been doing was putting on a strap-on. She told me that the dildo was double ended, part of it was inside her. The harness, had a bullet vibrator situated above her clit. The dildo protruding from it, didn't appear to be that large, maybe 6 or 7 inches and about the same girth as my dick. She reassured me. I'm sure you will be alright with this, it isn't much bigger than the couple of fingers I had in you before. If it hurts, yell out. I assured her that that wouldn't be a problem.

I had a certain level of apprehension. Clearly, based on Marie's performance an anus was capable of stretching to accommodate quite a bit. This didn't make it any less daunting. Again, I felt the bed dip. Marie trickled some lube between my cheeks, it felt a little cold. After circling my ass with her finger, I felt the pressure of her inserting a finger. No problem. After a few minutes of very small, gentle movements the passage of the finger eased. As before, I felt the second follow it. My cock had recovered from her manual manipulation, and became rock hard. The gentle in and out movement of her fingers continued for a few minutes. She avoided contact with anything else, presumably in an attempt to make me last. I could feel the withdrawal of her fingers. Then a different feeling. The head of the dildo rested at my entrance. There was an increase in pressure and the head slipped in. I gasped, Marie asked if I was OK, I mumbled, yes. She held for a moment, before inching back and forth.

After several minutes, my sphincter appeared to relax, easing the dildo in further. Marie told me that it was fully home. I then felt a gentle buzzing, she had turned on the bullet. I could feel it vibrating through the shaft of the dildo. She then began to fuck me, gently at first, then with more speed. She was breathing heavily. With her left hand in my lower back, she reached round with her right and began to wank my cock. She had obviously timed this, so that our orgasms coincided. The feeling of being fucked and wanked at the same time, was too much for me. I came, with a loud growl, my legs straightened, my ass clamped down on the dildo and I collapsed onto the be, my hands still bound to the bedhead. Marie's hand remained on my softening cock, presumably covered in sperm. She lay on top of me, shaking from her own orgasm, the two of us, connected by the double dildo. Her previous experience guided what happened next. Not wishing to withdraw the dildo from my pulsing anus, she unclipped the harness and raised herself off the dildo. I must have looked a sight, the straps of the harness draped across my buttocks and an 8 inch dildo, somewhat thicker than the one still in my ass, pointing at the ceiling.

Marie sat down beside me, stoking my hair and the back of my neck. After a few minutes, she judged that the time had come to release me. She unshackled my arms and got me to kneel again. I then felt some pressure on the dildo as it was slowly and gently pulled from my body. The feeling was amazing. What do you think? She said. It was a first for both of us, she had never fucked anyone like this and it was definitely the first time I'd been pegged. Initially, I was lost for words, trying to organise my thoughts. Did I have latent gay tendencies? I couldn't process this idea at the time. After a few minutes, I said, that was great. I can see why you love it. The multiple sensations are hard to contemplate but the overall feeling blew my mind. I can see this as a regular part of my sex life, not only with you but on my own. I'm glad you like it, she said, I'm sure we can have a lot of fun with this, as you get more used to it. I think you have had enough for now, Marie commented. I had to agree. However, I need more, she said, come with me.

She picked up the bottle of lube from the bed and a DVD from the draw. I put on my boxer shorts and shirt and followed the latex clad ass downstairs. I presume that she had anticipated this as a possibility, as the curtains in the lounge were closed. She slid the DVD into the side of a large wall mounted TV. Picked up the remote and sat on the sofa, beside me. She pressed play and the picture appeared. I was a little disappointed, that it wasn't Marie on the screen. It was clearly a home-made film, of a woman maybe a couple of years older than Marie. She was sat on a couch, spreading her labia with one hand, whilst sliding two fingers, up and down, either side of her very large clit. It looked more like a small prick. Marie sighed, she was mirroring the action on the screen. She said, I wish my clit was that big. I commented that it was certainly impressive.

The reason I'm watching this, is that I've been trying to copy what she goes on to do, Marie said, keep watching for a few minutes. While I watched Marie had a couple of small orgasms. The woman on screen, clearly reached the point she desired. She stopped rubbing and poured a huge amount of lube onto her left hand, pointed her fingers and slowly inserted her whole hand into her vagina. She then began wanking her clit, as though it was a small cock. It didn't take long for her legs to clamp together and to let out a scream as she had a huge orgasm. I noticed that Marie was breathing heavily. Looking over, she had four fingers and her thumb, up to the last knuckle rammed into herself. Her right hand was a blur, rubbing her clit. She too screamed out loud. Although, she didn't squirt, a copious amount of fluid was running down her legs.

When she came down from the high, she said, it's a bit like the large butt plug, I can't quite get it all in. Don't worry, I said, that was impressive. You've just had four orgasms in no time flat. I wish I could manage that. She expressed a view that there came a point where, she at least, required more and more stimulation to be satisfied. She'd had twenty years more experience than me, to try and work that out. Do you think, that there will come a point, where there is nothing left to try, I asked. Who knows, was her response. In the meantime, it is fun trying.

Marie, finally satisfied, for now at least, thought it was time for a drink. She stuck with her previous tipple of gin and tonic, I opted for a cold beer. She laid out dishes of crisps and peanuts on the coffee table, near the sofa. We drank and snacked whilst having a chat. It seemed a little odd, my hostess still dressed in her latex outfit. I asked if it was comfortable. The texture felt nice and it was stretchy enough not to dig in, she said. It was pretty clear, she liked to be watched, at least by me. Has anyone else watched you wearing your outfits or masturbating. No, not even my husband, not that he would have been interested, she replied. Do you get turned on by being watched? I'd never really thought about it, until recently but yes, she said. Do you think that this may be the next step you are looking for, I asked. I'm not sure, it would have to be someone I trust and in private. I'm certainly not interested in public exhibitionism. I value my job and getting caught would definitely have a negative impact.

I left my digging there. We talked about my prospective job and what I wanted to do in the future, while we finished our drinks. Do you feel like the next course, Marie asked. I replied in the affirmative but with the proviso that this was likely to be me done for the day. My balls were definitely feeling the strain. We made our way back to the pleasure room. Marie said, if you go to the top draw, I have a present for you, it's in the black bag. I opened the draw and lifted out the bag. Inside, was a black, silicone butt plug and bottle of lube. I guessed, after what I had planned, that you may want this, she said. I thanked her profusely.

Want to try it out, she asked, I have an idea. Why not, I thought. I smeared a decent amount of lube on the plug. My sphincter didn't appear to have returned to its usual size. With a little pressure, it popped home. Because of the narrow neck, it felt comfortable. Considerably smaller than the dildo, I'd been fucked with. Marie had mounted the bed and was kneeling, facing the head of the bed and holding on to the frame. Whilst I'd been inserting my new present, she had done the same but with something double the size.

The invitation was obvious. I knelt behind her and rubbed my dick up and down her slit. It felt good, slick with both of our juices. I gently eased myself inside her. Hold still she ordered. I complied, I suppose I had got used to her instructions. She took control, repeatedly pushing her ass back to my abdomen. It was a strange feeling for me, having intercourse whilst remaining still. Marie released her grip on the bed, with her right hand and began to rub her clit. Her buttocks repeatedly slapping into my stomach, was having an impact on my anus. The rocking movement was forcing my plug to move imperceptibly. This was in turn having an impact on my ability to hold out. Marie seems to have noticed. The rubbing of her fingers increased in speed, she tightened her vaginal walls, which was the trigger for me to shoot my load and shudder uncontrollably. My cum appeared to tip Marie over the edge. She pulled herself up, using the bed frame, causing my now limp dick, to slide out of her. She turned and hugged me tightly. I don't think at that point, I was capable of anything. We knelt there together for several minutes, without a word.

Eventually, we kissed. I was certain by this point that I could do no more. Marie suggested that I remove the plug, myself, especially if I was going to continue using it on my own. I grabbed the flared base and gently eased it out. Marie peeled herself from her latex attire and we headed to the shower. I dropped the plug in the basin to wash it. Marie being used to prolonged wear, decided to leave hers in. Maybe she was planning to get herself off, again, after I left. Unlike my previous visits, we showered together. The feel of our soapy bodies rubbing together, provoked another erection but I don't think I had it in me to cum again. Marie resisted the temptation to handle it. Still, the feeling was delightful.

After we dressed, we headed downstairs. I carried the small black bag, intent on continuing my new found pleasure. Marie got me another beer and poured herself and other G&T. A few weeks ago, I could never have imagined anything like this happening to me. Now, I didn't want it to end. Over the last week or so, I had become bolder in her company. I asked if we could increase the frequency of our sessions. On the one hand, to reduce how sore my cock was becoming from these prolonged sessions and on the other, to see her more frequently. She thought for a minute and suggested Wednesday evenings as an option, as she only worked half a day. As this was one of my days off, I agreed. Therefore, we arranged for a resumption in three days.