After my experience with Shirley, the following week inched along with hardly a moment passing without a random memory of Sunday's encounter flitting through my brain.
At last Sunday arrived, but the minutes seemed like hours until the clock finally ticked over to a sensible time for me to start my round.
Racing around my area, I eventually arrived at Shirley's house and knocked on the door. She opened it within seconds and with a huge smile, invited me in.
As soon as I was seated she looked me deeply in the eyes and said, "Would you like a drink or...?"
"Or..?"
"Or would you like to carry on where we left off last Sunday?" She finished nervously.
Within seconds I was naked from the waist down, lying on the carpet and staring up at her beautiful pussy as she straddled my face. God she was soaked! Her juices were all over the tops of her thighs and pubic hair.
Eagerly pulling her thighs down further, I licked all the juices I could reach. Then concentrating on her pussy I gently nibbled at her protruding clit, just as she fed my cock as far into her mouth as she could.
Within seconds, the tell-tale quivering began in her thighs and, as she came with a loud, muffled "Yes... OH! Yes..."I shot what seemed like gallons of come deep into her throat.
She couldn't get enough of the stuff, and kept on pulling and sucking my cock which, with all this attention, soon began to stiffen again.
Pulling her down again, I licked all the wonderful juices my tongue could search out. The force of her orgasm, and her uncontrolled motion as she had come had even forced a trail of juice into her arse crack. What the hell, I thought. Why not? So I gingerly pushed my tongue into the area around her arse hole, ending up actually licking the puckered lips around the hole itself. As soon as I touched her anal ring she shuddered, groaned loudly and came again.
Even though she was pumping my cock in and out of her mouth as fast as she could I was nowhere near my second orgasm. So, as she obviously enjoyed my tongue's attention to her sphincter I started licking her ring again. It was like pulling a trigger! Within seconds she screamed, and came again... and again... and again... Each orgasm seemed to be taking a shorter time until, as I sensed my cock was about to blow again, I forced open the rubbery lips with my tongue and stuck it as far into her arse hole as I could push it. This was the signal for her to really let go. Screaming unintelligibly, she took all my cock could unleash, then sat up, forcing my tongue even further into her anal passage. The quivering in her thighs seemed to be non-stop as she had what I later learned was a multiple orgasm.
Eventually she murmured "No more," rolled off, and lay spent on the floor.
Some considerable time later she stirred, and mumbled, "Now that WAS a new experience! What did you do to me? I couldn't stop coming! I never realised my bum was so sensitive. What made you do it?" "Well," I said. "I just love the taste of your pussy juices, and some had dribbled into your bum crack. So I just followed it. The rest seemed to come naturally, especially as it appeared to turn you on.. Which, of course created more juice for me to lick up."
"Ummmm..." she said. After all that I'm sure you need a drink now - I know I do." With that she climbed unsteadily to her feet and went and fetched us both a cold drink.
"I am finished," she sighed, as she sat down beside me. "No more sex or talk of it today. Let's talk about other things for a while."
Which we did, until it was time for me to go.
Yet again the following week crawled by until that time when I knocked on her door. To my intense relief she answered and, with a nervous laugh, invited me.
When I was seated with a drink she paced to and fro, nervously chewing her bottom lip. Eventually she heaved a large sigh and turned to me, saying: "You know what happened between us the last two Sundays were probably the most intensely pleasurable sexual experiences I have had. When you are not here, I find myself thinking about what we've done, and a warm glow comes over me..."
"Me too," I interjected.
"Please don't interrupt me, this is difficult enough, as it is," she said. "You know what we did was wrong, don't you? I have never before contemplated being unfaithful to my husband, let alone done anything about it. I know he does nothing for me sexually. In fact, the last time we had sex was about 5 years ago, but that doesn't alter the fact that I am married to him. I'm also old enough to be your mother, who incidentally I now realise I know."
"No," I blurted out. "What was wrong? I thought infidelity is having sexual intercourse with some one you are not married to. We've not done that. O.K., I know you are married and old enough to be my mother, and I do I feel guilty about it, but I also know that the chemistry between us is unbelievable. As you are the only woman I have had any sexual experiences with I can't say whether or not that's normal between men and women. I hope it is, but judging by your reactions and some of the things you've said, I suspect that what we have is special..."
"...It is, isn't it," she broke in, some what wistfully.
Feeling that anything else I said would only reinforce her doubts, and that only quick action would save the day, I said forcefully, "Come here!"
To my immense surprise she immediately moved and stood in front of me, her groin only inches from my face.
With nothing to lose, I leaned forward and gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and tucked it into her waistband. Imagine my surprise when I saw her legs encased in sheer stockings, suspenders and a pair of silky, loose-legged knickers.
Pushing one leg of her knickers to one side I quickly searched for and found her clit, which was prominently sticking out a good half inch from her slit, the whole area already soaked in that beautiful creamy juice she exuded. So much for ending it, I thought. Her brain might be trying to stop it, but her body was definitely sending out a different message.
