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From: Phil <phil@xanadu2000.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Evening (MF / rom, anal)
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Paul and I are sitting in the lounge watching TV. He's been home a
while, has showered and is now relaxed and in his dressing gown on the
sofa. I've just got home and haven't yet changed out of my office
clothes, but I'm sitting on the floor resting against his knees with a
Martini in my hand.

He's stroking my earlobe idly, every so often fondling my shoulder and
tickling my neck. It's mildly erotic but so far it hasn't overcome my
tiredness and desire to watch the program. I relax further against his
warm bare leg. Gradually the urge to have sex builds inside me. I marvel
with a glow of warmth that I have a sexy man available to enjoy. I twist
round and kneel between his legs, looking up at him. He grins happily.

I slide my hands along his thighs, feeling the soft hairs tickling
between my fingers, then undo his waist cord and let the dressing gown
fall open. I know he's naked under it and I see what I expect, a nearly
full erection that grows to complete rigidity while I watch. Paul has no
inhibitions about his body, and I like to admire him.

He turns the TV off with the remote and strokes my hair. I lean forward
and lick his swollen balls gently. I am aware of my panties tightening
across my behind as I bend, and also of drops of warm juice beginning to
form inside my vagina. I want to come, but I also want to take it slowly
and give Paul as much pleasure as I can. 

I run my tongue up the full length of his cock (quite a long way, it
seems), and tickle the little tag of skin at the base of his glans. He
bucks his hips involuntarily and I am aware of the pent-up male power
that I am soon to unleash. My juices start to flow faster at the
thought. 

I raise his cock up vertically and take the swollen purple glans
carefully in my mouth. It's feels like it's as big as a peach. I run my
tongue around it and Paul moans with the pleasure. He jerks again. But I
have to take it slow, and anyway I have a surprise for him.

I release his cock and stand up, smiling at him. I do a slow striptease
in front of him: I know he enjoys this and it excites me too. First the
cotton blouse, then the skirt, then the slip, to reveal my black lacy
bra, suspenders and panties. I unhook the bra and tease my nipples with
my fingers, raising them to a aching hardness. Paul touches his cock,
then controls himself and lies back. I undo the suspenders and peel off
my stockings, revelling in the feel of nylon sliding down my legs, and
the coolness of the air on my skin. Then the suspender belt. Finally I
have only the panties covering a remaining few inches of my body. I peel
them off slowly, feeling the damp crotch sticking to my skin. I drop
them onto his chest.

Now I'm naked in front of him and I suddenly feel vulnerable. But I
still want to be in control. I reach for my handbag and take out a tube
of handcream, then kneel between Paul's legs again. He can't see what
I've got in my hand until I begin to spread cream up the length of his
cock, carefully and thoroughly, my fingers feeling the heat of his skin.
His cock is like a rod of hot iron sheathed in velvet. I glance up at
him and see an expression of absolute delight on his face: he knows
what's coming!

Eventually (no rush) his cock is nicely lubricated. I am careful over
this because he is a large man and I am only a small woman. But we've
done it many times and I know it will be OK.

I stand up again and put a leg up on the sofa. I massage cream into my
anus, softening and dilating the sphincter muscle. I lose myself in the
masturbatory sensation, slipping my fingers in and out rhythmically. I
know Paul is watching but I'm in control.

Finally I can't wait any longer. I turn with my back to him and slowly
squat over his loins, guiding his slippery cock against my anus. When
it's in position, I will myself to relax and begin to sink down onto the
huge column. A moment's stretching and it goes in quite easily. Paul
groans with ecstasy. I continue to sink and he guides me with his hands
on my hips. Now he's fully in and I can feel his pubic hair tickling the
skin around my anus. There is an enormous sensation of fullness. I start
to breathe again.

Slowly I rotate my hips, feeling his column moving inside me. He moans,
and pulls me backwards until I'm lying on his chest, my head next to
his. He licks my ear and I wriggle my hips to show how much I like it.
His hands begin to stroke me, from the neck down to my loins. It's
exquisitely erotic and I feel like he's gaining control. That's OK by me
- I just want to abandon myself to the sensations that are overwhelming
me. 

One hand teases my breasts, now hard and tender, gently squeezing my
aching nipples. The other strokes my pubes; he shaved me yesterday and
the skin is very sensitive. He slips two fingers between my gaping lips
and rubs on either side of my button - he obviously wants it to last,
too. I give myself up to the powerful delights that are zinging through
my body.

Ever so gradually, he takes me up the slope towards the final peak of
ecstasy. His cock is rigid inside me and I know from his breathing that
he's having trouble holding back his climax.. I reach down and grab his
hips, pulling him up into me (although he's already as far in as he can
go). I can't stand it any longer . . .

At last he touches my hard aching button, and I arch my body and cry out
as the climax surges through me. My anus grips him rhythmically - it
would be painful for me if it wasn't so beautiful. My spasms pulse on
and on with no let-up, and he keeps on rubbing my nipples and button
until I twist and writhe under his hands.

He gives a groan and jerks convulsively. I feel his cock swell and
thrust an extra half-inch. I wish that I had nerves deep inside me to
feel the jets of cum splashing into my intestines. He jerks over and
over, crying out incoherently, then at last falls still. We lie there,
panting, utterly exhausted, the sweat cooling on our skin.

'I love you,' he whispers into my ear, and I squeeze his softening cock
one last time.



-- 
Phil


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